My past, I find often, willingly or not, dictates my desires. I grew up near a group of full-bodied, shirtless, drinking men. Guys who painted houses in summer with just the sexy hint of moderately hairy ass crack showing. They retreated indoors on unemployment during dreary winter evenings and emerged with the tiniest hint of the sun's warmth to brawl with each other over imagined slights in their grassless front yards. They weren't technically beautiful, but they were indeed all at one point men I desired. The majority of the cast members of Arena Entertainment's The Warehouse remind me of those fitful, combative types I grew up around. The film is sparse and grain like in lighting at times, but this only adds to the low-grade excitement of watching these he-men suck cock, devour ass and pound their heavy, course dicks into their willingly helpless partners. There are a couple of scenes that actually border on intense reality and are quite lifelike, unlike the prettier -- yet still very enjoyable -- porn that another production company might put out.
Obviously, The Warehouse takes place in a money-strapped packing warehouse full of macho, sexed-up dudes and focuses on the sexual adventures that occur in its front office, break rooms, alleys and bathrooms.
First off in this manly facility, if you decide to visit the "animal farm," you should make the pig bottoms your first stop, because Johnny Deep is a star attraction! The swarthy and handsome Deep radiates with pure submissiveness, and his cries get more and more ecstatic as co-star Fyerfli works him over with three progressively bigger dildos. Fyerfli, a handsomely macho and moustache-sporting dockworker type, eases two flesh-colored and one enormous, thick and snakelike black dildo into Deep's pocket-sized butt opening. It is cock-jumpingly satisfying when Deep's voice pops with insatiable arousal when Fyerfli, eventually, maneuvers the black dildo up as far as it can go into his peak point of pleasure! In pure awe inspired excitement, Fyerfli then plunges his long, thick white beefsteak into the receptive and uncontrollably squealing Deep. Fyerfli soon works himself into a frothy milkshake over Deep's butt bone with Deep soon following sticky suit. This is hard-core, manly fucking, and it is as close to reality -- in my book -- as porn can get. A true turn on.
Of course, this particular warehouse also doubles as a pricey ($50 a pop!) bathhouse at night! Humpy blond Alan Gregory wanders in and gets the screw of his mortal existence! Much like the slightly too old Friday the 13th movie casts, the attractive Gregory plays a "college student" who is soon taught the ways of life by the intensely charismatic porn performer Andy Hunter. (In fact, it's a good thing that horror icon Jason really isn't around. With all the fucking that goes on in this flick -- in true terror film fashion, everyone would be dead by the time the credits started rolling.) Hunter, mouth constantly spouting off sexy exaltations in a sneering grimace of hot pleasure, dominates the bulkier Gregory throughout the entire encounter. Gregory sucks Hunter's juicy lump before hopping on top of it and riding off into the sunset of hot orgasms everlasting. Hunter is pure stud and Gregory the pure and willing victim of his desire!
The hefty and humpy Bo Knight, rail-thin, tattooed n' macho love child Nick Piston and hot young dad from the trailer park next door Sean Steele work over uber-handsome Andrew Addams with a fierce relentlessness that will leave the meek weak with testosterone overload. They throw the helpless Addams down, surround him like sexy wolves and force him to swallow their massive beef chew toys. Soon they are forcing the submissive Addams, headfirst, into Knight's plump butt hole. And when it comes to the beat-down fucking they give Addams, the boys prove that they have indeed learned a little social etiquette as children -- they all patiently wait their turn before giving the begging Addams his just desserts. And while all three of the fuckers reek with hot male hormones, Piston -- with his cigarette-gruff voice, pierced ball sack and rock star presence -- is by far my favorite, and I would gladly let him teach me a submissive lesson or two any day of the week!
Finally, front office antics ensue! Beautifully pure body-builder types Tony Scalia and Doug Jeffries go at it with lust and determined precision. They are fit and gorgeous, and while it is a true pleasure to watch them perform, I admit I like to see a little more balance to my porn action equation. These performers are almost too evenly matched. For my money, a heftier jock type matched up with less intense bottom type provides me much more viewing pleasure. I just like a little more sense of dominance and submission in my visual fantasies. Still, if you are into heavily muscled daddy types taking each other for a tussle, then this is definitely the scene for you, because Scalia and Jeffries provide that kind of charisma in spades!
So, yes, my imagined porn past dictates my real porn present, and with that in mind the scenes with Fyerfli, Deep, Knight, Steele, Addams and my new all-time favorite, Piston, definitely make The Warehouse for me an essential place to visit -- again and again and again!
- Christain James