Oh, that such a place existed! In some nondescript European city, Vlad Smeshnoi is hitting the streets to draw new patrons to "Code Red," a sex club that does quite a bit of business given that it's early afternoon. Mind you, not everyone that passes by gets an advertisement. Vlad is selective and the club quickly fills up with 20-somethings who are not only gorgeous, but hung.
Jirka Mikhel and his lover Michal Restam are using Code Red like a spur of the moment fleabag hotel, but without the nasty fleas. They use Vlad's postcard to gain entry and immediately get down to the business of getting off. The club is outfitted in stainless steel and chrome, red light bulbs spilling light like so much blood from behind thick glass. Michal can't appreciate the ambience because his view is thoroughly obstructed by Jirka's heavy dong. Jirka has shucked his running pants, but teases the viewer by keeping the top part of his running outfit on. His cock snakes down the length of one thigh and into Michal's open mouth. Michal's not able to accommodate more than two inches, three at the most, and quickly gets stalled in this position, worshipping at the base of what is definitely a porn-style piece of meat. Jirka finally takes pity on Michal's poor kneecaps and pulls him into a kiss, then flips him against a very industrial-looking metal table to explore his tender hole. He uses both his tongue and several fingers, encouraged by Michal's over-the-shoulder grins. In fact, he uses his entire hand to massage Michal's ass-ring, all of which is paced deliciously slow. Stripping off his nylon shirt to start fucking is like opening a window for fresh air; Jirka's torso is ripped and long, smooth compared to Michal's average, slightly furry chest. And no matter how Jirka puts it to him, bent in half or on his back, Michal looks like he's constantly struggling to get a good deep breath. But this spa-style fuck is anything but torture, and Michal shows his appreciation by shooting his load right on Jirka's still-stiff prick.
Still fulfilling his duties as host, Vlad welcomes two more into the fold: Denis Reed and Franco Gregorio. In fact, Vlad greets Denis and his pal with the same enthusiasm I did when I first saw Denis' cover photo for "Code Red." This stud's hot face and reddish-blond locks were an immediate turn-on for me. He literally beams as he enters the club, grinning a bright, celebratory smile. You'd glow too with Franco on your arm. They find their own little corner of the club to mess around in, one not nearly as tidy as Michal and Jirka's, but still strangely private for a sex club. Franco's filmed blowing Denis from above so both of their meaty pricks are captured in a single frame. They're hung about the same (big) but Franco has trimmed his bush down to a whisper, where Denis has a tantalizing treasure trail of fuzz that spreads like fire around his cock. I loved watching Franco chow down; he has a cute way of putting Denis in his mouth and shaking his head like a dog with a bone. So here's the question -- with two hefty cocks that are approximately the same size and heft, which of these lovelies will volunteer to be bottom-boy? All signs point to Denis, and man, does he get a pounding! Call me strange, but over and above the hot visuals of Denis getting fucked, I couldn't help but focus on his mop of sexy red hair, rolling in waves made by Franco's thrusts. The rolling stops after Franco makes him cum, and Denis is absolutely still as Franco works out his load. The effect is hypnotic, the entire tip of Franco's wet cock filling the frame while he runs his fingers from the base to tip, squeezing out every last vestige of cream.
Two uncut dark-haired guys, Viktor Oleg and Rony Zaliv, had already made themselves at home by the time I caught up with them, both indulging in a little mutual masturbation. They've made a game of smacking one another's stiffies with the extended tips of their fingers, putting me in mind of two schoolgirls pulling pigtails. They eventually stop teasing, moving closer to dock cocks. (Almost all the guys here have enough foreskin to indulge in some serious docking.) The giggles evaporate completely when Rony starts choking down Viktor, and vice versa. I got off on Viktor's strong facial features and brown eyes; he's a muscular angel who you can't help but throw a rod over. They stand and start groping, and I noticed for the first time how much difference there is in their respective heights. As he's the at least five inches shorter, Rony can't help but submit as Viktor quickly folds him up in his arms and starts clawing at his hairy hole. The fun and games are officially over and Viktor decides it's time to fuck. He quite literally bends Rony over, assertively penetrates his ass and starts pounding. He raises the level of intensity by grabbing a handful of Rony's hair and pulling his head back while he fucks. Rony's throat is provocatively exposed and his eyes have completely glazed over with lust. His eyes remain glossy until he feels Viktor's load plopping on his inner thighs.
Working at Code Red has its perks. Vlad gets his pick of the patrons, and when Tobias Vares comes in off the street and strips to play, Vlad abandons his post, unzips the front of his bright red jumper, and falls into oral service. Tobias, a beauty with a solid wrestler's build, is just one more slab of physical perfection to drop by the hang-out. He even stands like a wrestler while Vlad sucks him off, his feet a good foot and a half apart and his arms held akimbo, almost confrontationally. And Tobias and Vlad are not alone. Jerking his slender meat from a hidden corner perch is Ivan Belkov, a dark-headed pup who is enjoying pleasuring himself while he waits for an invitation. Fuck the invitation -- he gets aggressive and puts his cock into direct play, sliding it right next to Tobias's cheek while Tobias is mouthing Vlad. Tobias responds to the challenge and swallows both in turn, gripping each one firmly by the base and bobbing back and forth. They each blow a load before the fucking starts, ratcheting the tension down a notch, then bringing it right back up. Ivan unexpectedly becomes the center of attention, Tobias probing his insides with his cock while Vlad keeps Ivan's cock nice and hard by sucking it. Switching up, Vlad gets a turn inside Ivan. Tobias moves to the Ivan's head, stuffs his mouth and flexes while he's blown. His posing is incredibly cheesy, but I completely fell for it, especially when he locked his hands behind his head, puffed out his pecs and squeezed his biceps until they were veiny and bloated. With visuals like that, it's no wonder all three guys were inspired to spray juice a second time.
DVD features: Chapters; cum-shots chapter; gallery; behind-the-scenes footage; trailers ("London Calling," "Where Is Rico?," "Rising Sun" and "Fever"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent