I can admit it. I have a crush on the Marlboro Man. A cut-out advertisement of this rough-hewn stud stood nearly three-stories tall outside my office building. Working on the second floor afforded me excellent views of his sturdy jaw, wide chest and dust-covered crotch. While my slight infatuation over a billboard never blossomed into a full-blown cowboy fetish, films like "Brazilian Cowboy", suggesting unbridled man lovin' out on the open range, can still lasso my full attention.
From the first moment Marcio Pittbull struts his hot ass onto the screen, my old Marlboro Man didn't stand a chance. Too pretty to survive more than an hour herding cattle, Marcio might easily earn his keep stretched out nude by the campfire blowing horny ranch hands. Having him do menial chores would surely be a waste of his tremendous assets, even though I would gladly watch this stud shovel horseshit.
Horse veterinarian Alysson Pantera is certainly appreciative of Marcio's good looks. He arrives unannounced to care for Pittbull's animals and stumbles across the master of the ranch indulging in his morning shower behind the barn. Small-talk leads to subtle gropes and touches, then full-out kissing and pawing, Marcio dropping to his knees to service the animal doctor. I couldn't watch Alysson Pantera without thinking, "Here is one lucky schmo." Marcio bends over backwards to pleasure his unworthy guest, noisily sucking and rimming Alysson. Marcio's biceps and chest muscles, encased in flawless cocoa skin, bounce and strain with energy. And right up until he tops Marcio, Alysson remains lost in the shuffle. He's comparatively out of shape, chubby next to Marcio's rock-sold build. But Alysson for his part is a masterful top, turning his host every which way, eventually forcing Marcio flat against a work bench, keeping his full weight on top of Marcio while he fucks. Just when you think Alysson is close to cumming, Marcello Cabrall tosses aside his branding iron and joins the party, force-feeding Marcio Brazilian cockmeat. This cucumber-cool ranch hand keeps his black cowboy hat firmly on his head, tipping it back only slightly to give his audience a better view of his face. I kept waiting for Marcello to get completely into the spirit of the moment and strip down, but he only unbuttons his shirt and hauls out his cock. The three-way is over before it really begins; Alysson and Marcello use Marcio's back and shoulders like a cumrag.
It would be easy to miss the rustic scenery in a film like "Brazilian Cowboy." Hugo Ferrari rides past a field lush with sunflowers on his way to a rendezvous with buddy Renato Furacão. This scene isn't quite in keeping with the whole cowboy theme; these two look like they're enjoying spring break at a Brazilian spa. Thin and understated, Hugo and Renato make love in a well-manicured garden, the sun blaring full force. Hugo's slim body makes his cock look that much bigger -- either that, or Renato has dainty hands. The rimming that follows looks even more delicious. Renato separates Hugo's cheeks and goes to town, flicking with his boyish pink tongue. Hugo's newly-loosened hole doesn't get the workout it should. Instead, Hugo tops Renato, fucking him over the back of some lawn furniture.
After Hugo blows his wad, he's off in search of the next thrill. He heads to the stables where Victor Cowboy is pounding out a horseshoe. Victor's another muscular specimen, stripped to the waist and working up a sweat until he's interrupted. Hugo doesn't have to work hard to score -- a polite smile and a well-placed compliment are enough to get inside Victor's chaps. Hugo spends some time feeling Victor up, admiring Victor's pectoral slabs with greedy hands. They swap blowjobs so quickly and enthusiastically that it's damned near impossible to figure out who's got bragging rights. Hugo's pre-cum still spicy in his mouth, Victor invites his buddy to eat ass. I found myself wondering what the horse was thinking when Victor took on the bottom role. It was exhilarating and strange to see such an utter stud being anally dominated by this thin-chested kid. Their anal session is an extended one; Victor Cowboy can't seem to get enough of Hugo's fabulous cock. When Hugo pulls out to unload, it suddenly becomes clear why Victor, a stacked man's man, would become weak in the knees and start panting for dick. It's only now, after nearly 30 minutes of on-screen time, Hugo's thick piece gets its best close-up and we can see what a beauty it is.
Marcio triumphantly returns in the fourth segment, this time with Claudio Atilla. A trend starts to emerge -- the director likes to pair his older, more mature men with youngish, slender-bodied pups. The dichotomy works exceptionally well throughout, especially between Marcio and Claudio. Paired together, these two shoot electric sparks, sucking, rimming and fucking with genuine excitement. I imagine the director let these two loose and instructed his videographer to keep up. The sex comes to a head when Claudio fucks Marcio up against an outdoor bathtub. Marcio hikes one leg up so that his little buddy can dig in deep. Marcio's load looks especially creamy splattered over his belly, and Claudio stops just short of licking it up.
Alysson Pantera has stayed behind after his mid-morning tryst with Marcio to cruise the farm. He crosses paths with Igor Ximenes inside a horse corral, and they get it on, only exchanging the briefest of pleasantries. They break the ice by using Alysson's stethoscope as a sex toy. Ever get so horny and caught up in the silliness of the moment that you would actually stethoscope someone's balls for a pulse? Igor isn't as stupid and giddy as he appears; taking Alysson's pulse gives him an excuse to orally medicate. Doc Alysson has the good sense to lay down a horse blanket over the dirt and dung before he bones Igor, once again laying his full weight on top of his partner. These guys work up quite a sweat before they get off. Maybe fucking in the middle of a corral isn't so strange if you can manage to ignore the three stallions keeping their distance mere yards away.
Marcello Cabrall shows up in time to receive some luscious head from Renato. And as if the director heard my silent wish, Marcello completely strips down for his second appearance. His physique is exactly what I imagined my cardboard Marlboro Man's would be like. He's no-nonsense, keeping his jaw clenched and expression level while Renato is in service. Even when he digs his fingers into Renato's asshole his face conveys little emotion. As the fuck nears its conclusion, Marcello starts spewing a string of nastiness, repeatedly calling Renato something that sounds a little bit like "bitch." After dumping an amazing amount of scum onto Renato's stomach, he cracks a satisfied smile and hooks his meaty forearm around a spent Renato's shoulders. This pairing is quickly followed by a three-way between the youngest performers, rounding out the unbridled Brazilian gay sex. However, the final scene seems like an exceptionally long add-on, running an unbelievable 50 minutes in length. Of the three, no single guy has enough sex appeal to generate sparks.
The flute solos that underscored this film put me in mind of an English tea party. Aside from the jarring mismatch of music with in-the-dirt cowboy sex, "Brazilian Cowboy" gallops heartily along completely without dialogue or plot line. Each vignette has at least one singular moment where the sex shines, but the two scenes featuring lip smackin' Marcio burned with the most intensity. Here's one guy who's grade-A prime. Someone should have the good sense to round this fucker up and hog-tie him stateside.
DVD features: Chapters; gallery; trailers ("Husband by Day, Hustler by Night," "Construction Island," "Passions of War: Honor" and "Desperate Husbands"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent