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Distributor | Released | Length |
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All Worlds Video | 1990 | 118 |
Description source: promotional material
What happens when everything you've been taught all of your life doesn't make sense anymore?
Though there are a hundred other reasons, "More of a Man" (1990) is a delight, if for none other than to own another slipcover with the irreplaceable Joey Stefano on it. Joey, in an award-winning role, is at the very height of his sexual power here, given a role that requires a lot more than just his glorious ass (though that wouldn't be so bad either). On the surface, "More of a Man" seems like a simple coming-out story, but it takes some interesting twists and turns that make it anything but. It's a typically complex Jerry Douglas movie with an excellent script and fantastic sex linked imaginatively.
Our Joey is confused. After the credits, he's clutching rosary beads and praying to be rid of "these impure thoughts," making a deal in front of a giant cross. "Name anything ... I'll do it." Perhaps only Jerry Douglas could have cast Joey Stefano as a sexually-unsure nympho (I count at least two contradictions in that sentence), but that's just part of the trick here. Anyway, construction worker Joey goes into a restroom, very nicely cleans the toilet seat and then sits down, right in front of a glory hole! With his beads dangling from his pocket, the extraordinarily handsome Joey, with his tight body and forever innocent-yet-hazy face, lights up a ciggie. The camera spends a lot of time simply staring at Joey, creating the tension that he must be feeling as he wants for ... well, he's not even sure what.
Eventually, strapping Michael Parks finds his way into the next stall, sporting a thick boner, a hairless chest and another cigarette (times have changed, eh?). Michael needs no encouragement to hit the tile and start sucking Joey, gulping him whole through the hole. The blowjob delivered is top-notch, as Michael keeps his own cock hard. However, Joey then goes down, pushes back his hair and lets loose with a wonderful suck. It's a lick, it's a gulp, it's full of spit, but it's on fire. Another entrant into the restroom stops them and Michael invites Joey into his stall, but Joey says no. He prefers to stay on his side of the wall and tease Michael by jacking off. Until Michael pokes his ass at the glory hole, in which case Joey is just forced to fuck it, right? Of course. The physical set-up naturally blunts some of the force, but the looks on their faces tell the story of the very quick romp. First Joey fucks Michael and then they turn it around so Michael can inch into Joey's ass, both men now finally naked. Michael clenches his abs into producing a strong fuck that sails all the way into Joey, that wall between them notwithstanding. It's a fast fuck before Joey is cumming, with Michael right behind him finishing hand-lessly in a wowing shot, but that's the way it should be. This is the bathroom romp of a confused young man, not a passionate love scene. To that end, Joey rebuffs Michael's invitation to come with him, gets furious at Michael's "compliment" that "you are a natural-born piece of ass ... man, you were born to be fucked," and clocks him!
Into a rather seedy bar goes our Joey. Sitting at one end of the bar is Chi Chi LaRue, in a giant dark wig, penning a song for an audition. Hey, for a confused kid, having a drag queen pal is pretty darn liberal! At the bar is scorching bartender Michael Henson, a buff stud with piercing eyes, who drools all over Joey. Joey isn't thrilled that Chi Chi will be performing in West Hollywood, "in front of all those fags," then telling Chi Chi that it's those guys who don't leave him alone, like the guy in the bathroom.
Though Joey opines to Chi Chi that Michael must be straight because, hold onto your seats folks, "he's a Dodger's fan," Michael heads home with flowers and candles for a romantic session with his boyfriend, Butch Taylor. In this super-sensual setting, all-American brunet Michael gets to romp with blond Butch, one of my personal favorite performers from the period. The guys make out and touch each other lovingly, creating a mood far apart from the one of the last scene, which was hurried and cold. A phone call from an activist friend doesn't stop Michael, who starts to suck Butch with beautiful slow lust. Without using his hands, Michael is able to simply unravel his excellent mouth on Butch, who repays him with an engaging blowjob delivered to Michael, sitting on his chest. A 69 for these two hotties, shot with filters on the lenses that look somewhat like a soap opera love scene, is imperative, and they handle it superbly, both strongly sucking and Michael getting in some good ball-nibbling. Michael has to think long and hard before agreeing to let Butch fuck him, because "it's been a long time," but love conquers all and Michael spreads 'em. Just as Butch is about to conquer Michael's ass, the phone rings again and Butch goes off to the kitchen for a cigarette. Michael follows, pushing Butch to the floor where he fucks him missionary. It's Butch who is actually tight, though hard-bodied Michael works through it in a position that allows them some good time to look at each other lovingly. Michael has a nice hip-grind motion that keeps his cock well-buried in Butch and he pushes at him pretty hard. Well, I think it's Michael, because the fuck is only shown from behind or, later on, in close-up, with no shots of Michael's face. Butch shoots up his chest and then ultra-serious Michael climaxes. Alas, things are not all hearts and flowers in Loveland. Butch has a nasty habit of calling Michael a "professional homosexual" because of activism and Michael's stonewalling of Butch's attempts to get in his ass are clearly wearing on him.
Back at the bar, a dejected Michael arrives to discuss his man troubles as Joey and Chi Chi are celebrating Chi Chi's having gotten the gig. Joey dashes off hurriedly. "What, he doesn't know?" Michael asks Chi Chi. "No, but he's getting close," she says in her most Earth Motherly tone. How can our blue-eyed devil prove to himself that he's all man? How about getting a tattoo? He wants "something mean," he tells Rick Donovan, brown-haired and sporting a rather goofy mustache. He takes Joey into the back room where, after lighting a cigarette, Joey picks out the famous screaming banshee tattoo that so infamously highlighted his right arm throughout his career.
Rick notes Joey's hardon, telling him he gets one every time he gets a new tattoo. "I can always tell how good my work's going to be, from how hard my dick is." He lets out his enormous cock, telling Joey, "this one's going to be good!" Rick teasingly strokes himself, Joey's face remaining impassive, but his dick definitely stiffening. Rick lays down the rules -- no jacking off during the inking. As if his dick isn't a tease enough after that news, Rick pulls out a penis pump and gets it even bigger. Luckily, Rick has an extra pump for Joey. Rick's chatter during the tattooing is a bit much, but it keeps Joey turned on. All of his talk about Joey perhaps shooting his biggest load ever that night after this event soon has Joey crawling through the small little tattoo table to get to Rick's cock. He finally gets a chance to suck it, deep-throating the absolutely gigantic piece. His flair is undimmed as he chows down, mindless to anything else but delivering the blowjob. Rick has Joey slithering across the room on all-fours to keep on his cock. While Joey plays with Rick's nuts orally, he gets himself off and then lets Rick cum on his chest. A sharp exchange of words ends their time together and then Joey hurls a brick through the door of the tattoo parlor on his way out.
Joey is back at the bar to explain to Chi Chi, full of emotion after getting a thank-you note from her son, is further confused when Chi Chi, deflating Joey's idea of what the tattoo means by showing hers to Joey. Joey storms off in a huff and drives to the bad part of town to pick up hooker Sharon Kane, gay porn's greatest ever fag hag. Trying to harden Joey with relaxing words and a Southern drawl, it only works because Joey keeps picturing Michael talking to him! When Sharon goes down on him, all he can see is Michael giving him head. I'm not taking anything away from Miss Kane's winning energetic blowjob, but it just looks better with Michael buried in Joey's crotch, staring up at Joey with those sexy eyes. Joey goes to work down Sharon's chest, but it's Michael in a tight T-shirt he's groping at, then getting inside his pants to blow him. Joey's deep-throat is luscious, not easy since they are in the front seat of a car. Michael keeps a hand on Joey's head, as if Joey needs the extra reminder to go all the way down? No danger of that. Joey is mad for Michael's cock and barely lets it out of his mouth. I'm not quite sure what exactly Joey is actually doing to Sharon, by the way. It's then back to Michael sucking Joey, working just as hard as his partner in rattling off an effortless deep throat.
Joey abruptly stops the session and heads home (to chain-smoke). He talks to the Almighty again, praying that he stops thinking of Michael, but he does have to make a trip to Michael's to return some borrowed money. Michael is working on Act Up posters and tries to call Joey on his game. Joey pushes him away and runs out, leaving his beloved rosary beads.
Shaving in a negligee, Chi Chi calls Joey to insist he shows at her gig, which, because it's in a gay bar, makes Joey mighty uncomfortable. Joey, sporting tight white jeans and an even tighter tank top that scream, "pull me out of the closet," finds Michael waiting bar at the club, and Michael tosses the beads his way.
And then Chi Chi, as Belle Zahringen, does her act. It's less subtle than perhaps, Liberace, but only because the space is limited.
The first song is dedicated to Joey. Delivered as only Chi Chi can manage, the song has deep meaning for Joey, who couldn't help but notice it if he spoke only Mandarin Chinese. Oh, do I need to mention it's called "More of a Man"? Probably not. As Chi Chi finishes the 43rd verse of the song, Michael is inviting Joey to hang with him as fellow patrons Chris McKenzie and Lon Flexx are grabbing at each other. Right there at the bar, they get rid of their shirts and start macking on each other's nipples, Joey watching quizzically. Hell, they end up shedding all of their closes (save a pair of pink socks) and the blowjobs are on. Naturally, every man in the bar watches them trade blowjobs, both of them spectacular. These guys are all horned up and their fuzzy butts are ready for some action as they swap sucks. That happens on the bar, again in full view of the crowd. Joey is helped out of his clothes by Mathieu Rollins, and Michael is hard watching as the two guys go at each other on the bar. The fuck is excellent, but it's not the only focus of this tricky scene. Michael's reaction is important, and Joey's is even more so. Joey's new friend helps himself to a blowjob on Joey's welcoming cock, but he's soon roped in by the bar pair. Boy, talk about coming out! In front of the entire bar, Joey parks his ass on the first dick with nothing but knowing ability in his eyes. The rapidity into which the dick is sucked into his ass is miraculous and the fuck then goes to the floor where the other guy fucks him in a push-up position, Joey's legs spread as wide apart as they can go. Joey, kissing anyone within mouth range, is doused with cum and then pops off himself. Everyone crumples to a heap on the floor and Chi Chi bends over, with a sweet, "love ya, hun" to Joey, who goes into Jersey-voiced praying again.
Over his doubts, Joey shows up at the gay pride parade the next day. Shirtless. Past the preening muscle boys, past the flag dancers, past the motorcycles, right onto a float where Chi Chi is waving to the crowd. Naturally, it's Michael who pulls him up and then down into the bowels of the float where there is a very convenient large space to make their fantasies come true. Dreamboat Michael is the perfect man for Joey, his square-jawed good humor having already roped Joey in long ago. Joey starts slowly, very tentatively feeling at Michael and ever-so-slowly planting a kiss on him. This less on scene timing is worth it for the adorable kissing. After their tongues enjoy each other, it's time for some light nipple play, with Joey aping all of Michael's tender moves. It must be hard for Joey Stefano to act the tyro, so let's give him props for acting. Joey doesn't need any teaching when it comes to blowjobs (despite a rather bizarre entreaty from Michael to keep their socks on). Joey rams his face into Michael's pelvis like he did in the car fantasy, going a whole lot faster up and down his cock than the damn float as it parades down the street. Michael returns with a hot suckjob of his own, making sure they kiss and touch like blooming boyfriends before they work into a 69. Both men are in fine form, particularly as their tongues reach into some rimming. Joey takes to it amazingly well, parting Michael's cheeks for some darn eager butt munching. There's a real rarity here when Joey plays top. Michael mounts him as they go back to their kissing, with Joey squeezing his cock into Michael's hole. Remember, Michael wouldn't bottom for his boyfriend earlier, but he does it with Joey with no problem. He then gets to fuck Joey, which is, of course, an ideal fit. Michael is much more comfortable here and his push hip grinding meets well with Joey's ability to toss his legs back further than a gymnast. Joey lets go of a humongous shot all over his chest before Michael pumps one out. Off to march in the parade they go as Joey's rosary beads lay crumpled on the floor next to a used condom.
So that's how Joey Stefano came to find his sexuality. Resisting bathrooms and other traditional venues, he lost it on the floor of a bar and found love under a gay pride float. Do you see why no one else but Joey Stefano could have ever starred in this movie?
DVD features: Chapters; cum-shots chapter; director's commentary (always insightful and interesting from the peerless Mr. Douglas); public service announcement ("Wrap It Up"); trailers ("Animus," "Bull's Eye," "Flesh and Blood" and "My Sister's Husband"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Brent Blue