Director Csaba Borbély's continuation of his Water Jocks saga seems a bit disjointed, but some of the jock-sex action is hot enough to bring the water in the pool and the cum in your balls to a quick boil. None of the muscle studs in the cast look like they'd be on a competitive swim team, but Borbély's boys certainly are impressive when they peel off their trunks and put their uniformly oversize cocks to work.
Most of the cast of Water Jocks Part 1 have returned for the sequel, with a few new faces and fucksticks tossed in for good measure. After some locker room shots to set up the premise and a few frames of actual swimming, we're treated to two pairs of horny cast members going at it beside the pool. It's an eyeful of V-back torsos, muscular bubble butts, stupendous schlongs and foreskin aplenty. Denzel Rossovich wanders in and jacks his throbbing dick while watching his teammates in action.
The scene shifts to a private home with David Speakman lounging poolside. Teammates Ken Spencer and Andreas Harris show up and ask him why he's been skipping practices. Spencer pulls out his mammoth meat and fills Speakman's mouth before he can answer. Harris sucks Speakman's prodigious prick to complete the three-way connection. Blow job assignments are swapped, butts are spread for some eager rimming, and all three get off hearty loads.
Renato Bellagio, Fernando Lizalde and Kurt Craven are featured in a scene that starts as a stand-up kiss-and-stroke, then gets more intense with great foreskin work and some daisy chain fucking. The three buff beauties get into a passionate rhythm, and their moans take on a choral feel. Bellagio and Lizalde each drench one of Craven's pecs with jizz before Craven spews his own splooge.
The flick closes with the vignette least connected to the theme but still chock-full of hot action. Three thieves approach a large estate and peep in one of the windows, catching Ben Mason and Ivan Mrozek in heat. The robbers put on ski masks, and instead of breaking in, they break out their dorks and beat off watching Mason and Mrozek. After a bit, they go in the open window and get serviced by the two guys they've been checking out. A grunt-filled group scene ensues. Mrozek takes a couple of cocks up his steamy fucktunnel to loosen him up for the monster dildo that get crammed in his crevice. As appealing as Mrozek's ass is, I was disappointed that we got only a brief glimpse of his own double-wide dong. After the intruders and their humpy hosts have all pumped their spunk all over each other, the thieves make their exit, bringing the latest Borbély big-pecs-and-peckers extravaganza to an end.
You won't see the Olympic-size cast members with gold medals around their necks. For these so-called swimmers, their best event is the dick stroke. And the only pool that matters is a pool of cum.
- Rod Pierce