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Distributor | Released | Length | Vendor ID |
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Dick Wadd Productions | 2006 | 117 | D-20 |
Description source: promotional material
Is there sex in heaven? There sure as fuck is in Dick Wadd's HOG HEAVEN, the new porn classic that redefines the concept of final rewards. Eight sleazy sex gods go to their glory in a relentless raunchfest of epic proportions. In HOG HEAVEN, every guy exhibits epic proportions, whether it be Scott Irish's endless asslicking tongue, Dean Cooper's determined devotion to piss, Erik Hunter's powerful fuck thrust, hairy Greg McCord's smelly pits and sewer mouth, Beau Strom's bulging biceps, silver-haired Jake Marshall's fuck concentration, Guns' bottomless bottom or Damien's mighty fisting arm. What can we expect on the other side, according to Dick Wadd, if we've all been bad boys in our sex lives? Dick for days, a heavenly host of hard-ons for holy worship, and frenzied non-stop fucking for all eternity. And never-ending piss, continual free-flowing fountains of manwater directed at you, all over your sex-starved bodies, in your suppliant mouths, down your thirsty throats and up your absorbent assholes. For the horny fuckers in HOG HEAVEN, piss is the passport to fulfilling mansex, and they’d no more think of wasting it somewhere other than on each other than they would think of wasting their hard cocks on a useless sloppy undeserving cunt bitch. These are men's men, their pricks reserved for the holiest of holys, the soaking sanctification of manflesh, their virile nourishing seed reserved for masculine tongues and throats and tight masculine buttholes. HOG HEAVEN is a temple of manworship, populated by divine deviates, archangels of assfucking, priests of piss; a synod of sinning saints, brothers in barebacking, a federation of fornicators, a congregation of cum-shooting cock worshippers, popes of asspopping, gods of cock.
What won't you find in Dick Wadd’s HOG HEAVEN? Just three things – women, condoms and shit.
The holy purity of mansex is defiled by women and condoms, so neither is admitted into the kingdom of HOG HEAVEN. (As for shit, undoubtedly there’s manshit in Hog Heaven…just not in Dick Wadd’s HOG HEAVEN.) If there’s no cock and balls between its legs, it has no place in this sanctified world of phallic glory, so HOG HEAVEN is a world without women – no bitches, no cunt – the pure world in which we all want to spend eternity. And prayers to the god cock can't be heard through latex – the true glory of a man's cock cannot be celebrated with barriers between and among the cock worshipping priesthood. All the sacred man fluids must be felt and absorbed by throat and ass – tongue must wash penis and anus, prick must probe mouth and butt, skin to skin, membrane to membrane. You must experience and savor the taste and texture of freshly shot semen and pungent, hot piss as they course over your tongue, down your suctioning throat and into your ravenous belly. You must experience the ecstatic feeling of a forceful stream of fresh, steaming manpiss penetrating your deepest insides, and the fulfillment of repeated cum injections coating your anal passages, the holy male essence slowly being absorbed into your hole male bloodstream, becoming one with your essence. Only then can you enter HOG HEAVEN. So…when Scott Irish sucks Greg McCord, then eats his ass, pisses on his chest and dick, then pisses up his ass, then sucks his piss out of that ass…he’s in HOG HEAVEN. When Scott pisses a hard stream on and in Dean Cooper's magnificent ass, then rims Dean and swallows his own piss as Dean shoots it out of his steaming butt…he’s in HOG HEAVEN. When Scott and Dean trade off snuffling piss from Erik Hunter and Beau Strom like calves at their momma's teats…they’re in HOG HEAVEN. When Greg takes Scott’s piss in his mouth, and then slobbers it off Erik's cock before taking it up his tight butt in an excruciatingly ferocious fuck, cursing, growling, pleading for poppers and inhaling them as if they were oxygen, going into paroxysms of ecstasy, then pulling off and sucking that monster prick, murmuring "Fucking serve your cock…worship your big dick"…he's in HOG HEAVEN. When Damien fucks Guns in the sling, and Guns is holding his asscheeks apart so Damien's raw dick can penetrate as deep as possible, and Damien is hearing guys egging him on – "Breed that fuckin' hole, man…Breed his ass, man, I wanna see you nail that fuckin' hole" – while Scott eats out, and then fucks and cums in Jake Marshall, then felches Damien's cum and his own…you're in HOG HEAVEN. When Jake fucks Dean, who pisses all over himself, then pulls out and slowly strokes himself over Dean's throbbing rosebud while all around him he hears, "Yeah, knock the bitch up…Rip the bitch…That bitch is yours," and he finally cums, seeding Dean’s hungry butt, licking up the stray cum off Dean's back and spitballing it to him, with Dean milking Jake's cock for more cum, which they kiss back and forth…we're all in HOG HEAVEN. HOG HEAVEN is the video you wish your dad or big brother made you watch when you first started getting hard; the video your coach should have played for the team in the locker room; the video that you want to have playing during your own sex parties; the instructional video for Gay 101. It's got everything you’re supposed to do, and nothing you're not.
The legendary gap porn auteur and songwriter Christopher Rage, in his most famous song, "Freddy Pig", says: I know some folks say pigs like me are why the Romans fell, And surely there are others who would damn me straight to hell. Well, fuck 'em all, I don't fear hell, can't wait to get to it, 'Cause if hell's as hot as I hear tell, I'll be happy as a pig in shit. Christopher Rage, while maybe disappointed at the lack of shit, would feel right at home in Dick Wadd's HOG HEAVEN, and if you've read this for, so will you.