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Distributor | Released | Length |
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Cazzo Film Prick Video |
2002 | 105 |
Distributor | Released | Length |
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Cazzo Film Prick Video |
2002 | 105 |
Description source: promotional material
It's summer in the city and the young studs are romping in the park. The flirting is outrageous. Ralf leads Franco and Leonardo, two cute tourists, up the Victory Tower. At the top of Berlin's famous site, he seduces them with a dizzying blow job high above the city. At home their bone -hard cocks want even more. Next door, Joel is fucking blond-haired Robert inside out on the couch. This juicy ass with the greedy hole can't get enough. Finally pumped dry, they all leave for a party. In an empty house the party-givers are hiding out, waiting to fall all over the unsuspecting guests. Foursome, threesome or in pairs, it turns into a gushing wild orgy, until everyone drops down in exhaustion.
Summer in Berlin, and some of the hottest, and cock-hungry, men in the city are on the loose looking for sex at the drop of a zipper. Populated by a diverse group of what might be the German version of college, and post-college jocks (of the swimmer's build variety), "Fresh Flesh" has a nonchalant plot and a fervent pace which underscores the impatience in the eyes of the cast to get down to chow down. But like all Cazzo flicks (this from its deliciously named Prick subsidiary), this is a sharply shot, beautifully edited, and down-to-business sex feast with a distinct look, feel and persona which helps stamp this studio as one of the stellar production outfits in the world.
Five assorted men in their 20s are cavorting in shorts in the park, playing Frisbee and goofing off. After one of them shares information about what might appear to be a party or sex club on a sheet of paper, these friends soon split into groups and head off for adventures. Dark-haired and sultry-eyed Leonardo di Manero and lithe blond Franco Potente take a ride up the Column of Victory, which is Berlin's Eiffel Tower, and right there around the bend from a gaggle of tourists start to make out. Soon, Marc Amon, a slightly older, very hot military type, comes upon them and the three start a torrid kissing and sucking barrage which lasts only a few minutes until a sympathetic tourist happens upon them as Leonardo is chowing down on two major pieces of meat. The three flee, obviously to a more private place.
That's a grand apartment where the beautiful, pouty-lipped and streaked-haired Robert Brenth is napping on a black leather couch as the straight-haired and angularly handsome Joel Morand slips alongside him. Both clad in jockey shorts, the two start to make love, and dive for each other's cocks -- both of which are enormous and throbbing with cum -- with voracious abandon. The two spurt huge gobs of cum all over each other almost immediately, and then just to prove they have more than just a slight interest in each other, start to fuck. Here Robert bends over the side of the couch as Joel delivers a loving and slurpy rimjob over what may be one of the more beautiful puckers I've seen in ages before shoving his prick up Robert's waiting chugger hole. He fucks the younger man extensively -- doggy, then in a wild sit-fuck, and finally in full-thrust missionary, all on the couch, before once again exploding all over the beauty's tight abs. As they kiss, who should walk in but our Column of Victory trio, heading for the bedroom.
A wild three-way ensues in two parts. Part one is the all-oral spectacle, in which each man displays a major piece of meat and shoves it into the closest available throat. The kissing and the slobbering is intense and brilliantly filmed -- as is the entire movie -- from several different directions and heights. A heated daisy-chain is followed by an explosion of cum as Marc and Leonardo cream all over the blond Franco who is writhing in ecstasy as he pumps his stream as well. Then Marc throws Franco's legs up and plunges his fat boner into what turns out to be a creamy white and sweet as a melon ass as Franco sucks on his buddy Leonard's long hardon. Marc then takes Leonardo doggy as the latter engages in a deep 69 with Franco before Leonardo takes over and fucks his buddy while sucking on Marc's bratwurst. The three of them change positions here and there before exploding once again. They dress, go out to see the exhausted Joel and Robert still on the couch, invite them to go with them to check out the address from the paper given in the park, but only Joel accepts.
The quartet arrives at what looks like an abandoned office building and start climbing the spiral staircase. Above them, four other guys clad only in briefs -- Aha! -- lean over the banister and lick their lips. Franco and Joel, the two blond visitors, move into a couple of rooms before coming into what looks to be a communal shower. There they are ambushed by a tall, blond Nordic god (Topmartin) and a shorter, skinhead wannabe named Maxim, who douse them with buckets of water, and proceed to attack and undress the pair. This is, of course, what Joel and Franco had been waiting for, and we are now treated to a four-way in a variety of expressions -- everyone gets to suck everyone in this all-oral scene, with the new guys displaying exceptional talents and tools. This scene looks a little staged, but there is some good interplay among the models which indicates that they really didn't have to be told what to do except to move to different positions.
Our roving cocksman Marc comes down the staircase to an enclave where the darkly exotic briefs-clad Luis is ass-up on a red velour couch. Marc knows a blessed ass when he sees one, and can smell a good cocksucker a mile away, and in Luis he has found a superlative playmate. After some introductory kissing, Luis takes Marc's beautiful cock down to the pubes (no tippy-tippy-top cocksucking for these Euroboys), in a scene which is more erotic because it plays down the musical background and lets the men's moans speak for themselves. Marc blows a major load all over Luis' face, then leans over and licks his own cum from Luis' cheeks and they share a kiss as the dark-haired bottom gets into a crouch and invites Marc to send his still-hard bazooka up his chute. The fuck is warm, yet forceful, in doggy- and sit-style, and ends as Marc spills another copious stream onto Luis' perfect butt, much of it between the crack.
Back in the shower, blond Joel shows his talents as a bottom as he finds himself bent over a table with the Nordic god Topmartin's fat hardon shoving its way in and out of his hole while Maxim is feeding Joel his own piece of meat. Topmartin and Maxim kiss across Joel's body as they feed him their cocks, and then Maxim climbs on top of the table to shove his pecker into Topmartin's eager throat. Maxim then jumps off the table and moves behind the tall brush-topped Topmartin and shoves his cock up his friend's hot, lily-white ass as Joel continues to be on the receiving end of Topmartin's cock. Then Topmartin spreads his legs out missionary-style on the table as Maxim fucks him while Joel feeds Topmartin's face with his own fat cock until he decides that lily-white ass could use another pumper. The three cum in buckets and groans, covering the big blond with sticky goo that makes him smile.
If you're wondering where the other two guys at the top of the stairs went -- we, and Leonardo -- find them in a red room on a bed, clad in briefs, of course. We are off to another splendid treat of kissing and oral action as the two guys -- red-haired Mathieu and dark-haired Gerrit, whose close-cropped heads render them near clones of each other -- devour Leonardo and he returns the favor. I've always liked a sex scene in which the men keep their shorts on, and this one is not a bit disappointing as both new guys display serious honkers beneath the cotton and expert oral skills. Once again, we have what appears to be premature ejacs all over the place as Leonardo and Mathieu spill their globs all over Gerrit as he splashes a fountain into the air. But then they're ready for another ride as Mathieu opens up his pale, skinny (and luscious) ass to both of the others before they all spill again.
The movie ends with the whole cast coming into the red room, opening champagne, and engaging in a playful round of crotch-grabbing and deep kissing. In a way, I wish the camera would have lingered longer -- a lot of these guys seemed to be into each other, and I am not sure the fun ended when the director shouted: "Cut!"
A Video Review by Bo Champion
Director Jorg Andreas's latest Berlin fuckfest, entitled Fresh Flesh , for All Worlds Video, is the most accessible film he has made to date and promises to reach large numbers of new viewers who may have to rush to the nearest hospital with third-degree burns from the blazing heat it generates.
In recent years, explicit European films have found an enthusiastic audience among American viewers, and part of their success lies in the fact that they are cast with performers who do not ordinarily indulge in male-male sex. Since the moral ethic is much different among Europeans, these men can suck and fuck with other men and not consider themselves gay. This plays into the fantasies of us Americans raised on the Puritan ethic and delights us when we see usually unattainable "straight men" having gay sex. In particular, the Hungarians and Czechs enter into all-male action with energy and enthusiasm - but the shrewd viewer can spot the difference between sexual facility and sexual desire, between performance and enjoyment. By contrast, the hunky Germans in Fresh Flesh , can't wait to have each other. The results burn up the screen.
A simply structured loop film, Fresh Flesh focuses on two groups of 20-somethings first seen sunbathing in Berlin's Tiergarten. One group invites the other to drop by sometime, but before they all get together, we get to see many of them in action elsewhere first. The opening scene, a daring piece of guerilla filmmaking, takes place atop Berlin's famed Victory Column. On the observation platform, as tourists come and go, a pair of tourists (blond Franco Potente and brunet Leonardo di Manero) manage a few stolen moments of furtive cocksucking with a trick (Marc Amon) they pick up. The size of the cocks and the enthusiasm of all three provide an hors d'oeuvre that is interrupted mid-slurp by another tourist, and they race off home to finish the job.
Meanwhile, at home, two of Amon's roommates (blond Joel Morand and brunet Robert Brenth) are discovered side by side on a couch, wearing nothing but well-packed briefs. (It is an ineffable image!) The mushroom-capped, uncut cocks rise more quickly than mercury in summer - these are two men who cannot wait to grope, kiss, suck and fuck. Each is as eager as the other to stuff his throat with dick to gratify his partner as much as to pleasure himself. The willing give-and-take soon produces a pair of money shots that clearly electrify and delight both of them. The anal action is equally incendiary from the moment Morand slowly buries his long staff in Brenth's upended ass. (This excruciating insertion shot is memorable.) The rimming is inspired, the multipositioned fuck a journey into mutual ecstasy. The eye contact shots make clear this is a shared experience, and the plumes of semen they fire off confirm the fact.
Almost before they can enjoy the afterglow, Amon, Potente, and di Manero return to finish in private what they started in public. They dash into the bedroom and quickly strip to explore each other. Di Manero is a bravura deepthroat artist, Amon a powerhouse top, but the dynamo of the group is the strawberry blond Potente, whose intensity matches his skills. The first money shots, across Amon's chest, are all stunning, though his own, which splatters his chest and face, is the most propulsive. The anal action blazes even more brightly. After eating the shaved delicacy that is Potente's ass, the two brunets take turns fucking him. The butch blond bottom, however, provides the high point of the scene by grabbing the base of his cock, his thumb and forefinger in a human cockring, and with no manipulation whatsoever, allows his cum to be fucked out of him in a startling fountain of spooge. The other two deliver simultaneous money shots, and the contented looks on their faces couldn't have been faked.
Still not sated, everyone but Brenth heads off to visit their new friends from the park, and the two groups provide each other with the fresh flesh of the title. The first of the scenes at the new place finds Morand and Potente overpowered by a sinewy brunet (the mononamed Maxim) and a tall, Nordic blond (the mononamed Topmartin). All seem passionately committed to the give-and-take of sexual pleasure; each gets his chance to strut his stuff as a star-quality cocksucker. But what makes the scene even hotter is the fascination each evinces in the other cocks and how well each is being serviced. Here the hypnotic joys of oral delight are mesmerizingly captured by the cameramen, Boris Blech and Ralf Martin, whose videography is superb throughout the film.
Next, the briefest scene of the film finds Amon finding a beaming bottom boy (the Hispanic, mononamed Luis) sprawled, ass in the air, on a couch at the bottom of a staircase. They trade knowing grins, and without a word, Amon rips away Luis's briefs to gobble his ass. The thrill of spontaneous, unexpected recreational sex is perfectly captured as the little satyr slathers Amon's oversized erection and takes a faceful of cum amidst convulsions and laughter. Amon then flips him over to drill his firm little butt. They work together like parts of a well-oiled machine. Luis doesn't come again, but Amon's snowstorm more than compensates.
The action then returns to Morand, Maxim and Topmartin, who have now moved on from sucking to fucking. Morand, who was such a terrific top in his earlier scene, now proves himself an equally talented bottom. Topmartin plows into his ass while Maxim fills his face, and the naughty-boy grins they share are contagious. In time, Maxim leaps on the table to face-fuck Topmartin - who continues to fuck - then drops down to pound him into an anal sandwich. All three produce great loads and happy-camper smiles.
The final scene begins when di Manero joins two lovers (the youthful, blond Mathieu and the moccha-skinned Gerrit) on an old iron bedstead. All are ravenous suckers, all well-endowed and all itching to get at each other. Mathieu, a lean, Aryan type with a chiseled face, close-cropped crewcut, thick, veined cock and peach-fuzzed bubblebutt is the find of the film. He remains the center of the action at all times, shifting from tender passion to unbridled lust in a whisk, and at all times sharing with the others (and the camera) his wonder at the sensations he is experiencing. He bottoms effortlessly, and the zenith of the scene finds him sucking Gerrit, jerking himself off and being plowed by diManero all at the same time. And his money shot, great syrupy globs all over his rippling abs, is not to be missed.
Here, as in every scene of the film, the sex is blisteringly real, which makes Fresh Flesh the most consistently torrid inferno of a film we've seen thus far this year.
- Jerry Douglas