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Tommy Defendi
Distributor | Released | Length |
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Cocky Boys | 2011 | 105 |
Description source: promotional material
In New York City, the name of the game is survival. Moonlighting as an escort, Tommy Defendi is an aspiring artist who has to hustle for every dollar. His friend Phenix Saint is a maverick tattoo artist yearning to take his art to the next level. Together they induct doe-eyed Mason Star, a newcomer to NYC, into their group. All three guys have one thing in common: they will do whatever is needed to achieve their goals... even if it means fucking their way to the top. Also starring Marc Dylan, Kennedy Carter, Gabriel Clark and Turk Mason, "Name of the Game" is the first scripted feature from CockyBoys.com. It's a story of how three friends would do anything--and fuck anyone--in order to survive in the city that never sleeps.
[The 1 minute introductory scene starts immediately with Phenix Saint fucking new-to-New-York Mason Star. There is no penetration shown and Phenix acts like he is cumming inside Mason. Mason then jacks off into Phenix's hand who offers it to Mason. To highlight the impersonal side of New York, Phenix asks Mason "What's your name again?"]
Finding himself with a creative mental block, Tommy Defendi is frustrated about not having inspiration for his art. Phenix Saint suggests that Mason Star, a hot young new guy he recently met (and fucked). While sketching Mason, Tommy chooses to relieve the sexual tension in the room by getting the newbie naked and sucking him. The situation escalates and Mason finds himself on all fours on Tommy's worktable taking all 9.5 inches of Tommy fat cut cock. Phenix returns to the studio only to get turned on by the action and giving Mason's ass another go. Both tops blow on Mason's hard, ripped body.
Nervous to take on his first dance gig in NYC, Mason speaks with Gabriel Clark, a resident gogo dancer, about his apprehension. Mason's fears are allayed when Gabriel distracts him by kissing him and blowing him behind the dance stage. Both Mason and Gabriel give a stellar performance that leaves both them and the audience wanting more. While waiting at the bar afterwards, Gabriel admits that one of his fantasies is to pound a guy in the club. Mason helps him realize this dream by taking Gabriel to the back of the club and bending over to take Gabriel's cock in his well muscled ass. Ever the cum whore, Gabriel fucks Mason until cum shoots out of Mason into Gabe's waiting mouth. Talk about making fantasies come true!
Phenix Saint is an up and coming tattoo artist trying to make it in NYC. Kennedy Carter is a tattoo artist that has "made it" in the Big Apple. Phenix met Kennedy on the subway, and after talking for a bit, Phenix convinced Kennedy to come over to his place to show him some of his work. Well-- you know they had other things in mind. Phenix Saint works over Kennedy Carter's holes - Phenix Saint's style. Those of you who know him - know what I'm talking about. Those of you that don't - are about to get a pretty good idea of what goes on (and what goes down) once Phenix gets naked and his cock gets hard. The saga continues and no hole is safe in this city! Kennedy Carter is just another hot fucker who had to learn that the hard way - the only way!
Tommy shows up at an outcall to Turk Mason's place. Tommy is a little taken aback about how young and attractive Turk actually is. Ever about brevity, Turk has no time to date or make nice. He likes to get right to business. Tommy takes the hint & throws Turk on the bed and within seconds he's already found a new home for his big juicy thick cock. The fucking just goes on and on and at one point Tommy tells Turk - "I'm gonna put my cock in you again now and I'm gonna fuck you even harder, ok?". As if poor Turk's hole has any other choice but to take what's coming. The chemistry between these two was so strong that we had to have the paramedics on speed dial in case the fireworks burned the place down!
Tommy's dream of debuting his work to the art elite of NYC is solely dependent on satisfying top art savant, Marc Dylan. Though he exudes a cold and stony exterior, Marc is just muscle power bottom looking to get fucked by as many guys as possible. Tommy intends to deliver just that. He rounds up a group of the NYC friends and acquaintances to plow Marc's hole. He along with Kennedy, Phenix, Mason and Turk take turns sucking and fucking and blowing loads all over each other. Needless to say, Tommy's debut was a success and Marc's hole hasn't been the same since.
With "Name of the Game," the wonderful folks over at Cockyboys have effortlessly made the transition from independent web scenes to plot porn. Perhaps I'm biased because:
A. I live in and love NYC, so anything celebrating it is okay by me and this movie really FEELS like NYC,
B. I'm a huge fan of what Cockyboys has been doing on the web.
But, that aside, on its own merits, "Name of the Game" is a fantastic flick, with excellent sexual performances and an interesting storyline. The veterans are great, but Mason Star trounces them all with a combination of attitude, insane cuteness, cock and ass and genuine damn-I-love-sex talent. His last name says it all, he's the real deal, a star.
It's not every movie that starts with hairy glam-hunk Tommy Defendi having an orgasm, having cash tossed at him and telling us that, "in New York City, the name of the game is survival" and he's not going back to his Texas hometown. Not quite as philosophical is Phenix Saint, fired from his job moments later, kicking trashcans and spitting on the street. As in all New York City stories, there is a newbie, someone who has come to NYC after listening to Liza sing about its glories. That would be Mason Star. Phenix spots a transplant yards away and goes to talk to Mason, telling him the Louis Vuitton luggage was a giveaway because New Yorkers wouldn't be sitting with it in the park. His loud clothing doesn't help, Phenix advising him to switch to black as soon as possible. Phenix is fairly typical of New Yorkers, seemingly gruff and harried, but sympathetic inside, so he volunteers to help the kid. Well, sympathetic and horny, because we go right from the two on their park bench to Phenix fucking Mason in his apartment. Tall muscled Phenix launches into Mason with gusto, giving him nothing but hard thrusts. It's a very brief fuck before Phenix insists "California," as he calls Mason, cum into his hand and then has the bottom lick it up. "I really needed that," Mason says. "What was your name again?" Phenix asks, to a stunned look from Mason. Welcome to New York, kid, we don't bother with names unless you get a second chance.
When he's not getting blown for money, Tommy is an artist, toiling away in his small studio. He's supposed to have a show coming up and he's creatively dry. He explains his predicament to pal Phenix, who tells him about Mason, whom he thinks would be an ideal model for Tommy. Phenix brings the two together and then leaves. It must be intimidating to be in a room with Tommy Defendi, one of the sexiest men in porn, but petit chiseled Mason is full of swagger. When Mason "accidentally" starts getting hard, Tommy announces, "I think I'm going to stop drawing for a bit," because he wants to see the hefty growing piece on Mason. The bearded hottie and the boy wonder start kissing as Tommy grabs for Mason's cock (the opposite of what usually happens in a Tommy Defendi scene). Tommy gives Mason a graceful deep-throat, easily gulping Mason's impressive hardon whole. Mason asks to see Tommy's dick, the extra large pecker immediately captivating Mason and his attentive mouth. Having fucked around Phenix on his first day and now Tommy makes Mason about the luckiest transplant to hit the city in a long time! And he knows it, so he takes great care with Tommy's cock, spitting on it to keep it moist and then working it quickly. He does beautiful work on a notoriously tough dick. Tommy fucks Mason on his work table, somehow managing to squeeze his massive meat into Mason's tiny little hole. Once in there, Tommy is allowed full access and he goes with his usual insistent speed. The camera spends a lot of time close to the action, which is scorching, but also on the guys' faces, which shows the pleasure. Mason is quite the spitfire, an angelic face that is all devil underneath, and Tommy is a proven powerhouse. Phenix returns as Tommy is still fucking Mason, so he joins in. "He thinks he can handle us both," Tommy chirps, and it turns out to be true. Mason fiercely sucks Phenix while Tommy continues the anal assault. Phenix gets to fuck the sterling bottom on his back, legs wide apart, hole accepting every pushy thrust. Phenix keeps up his rhythm even when he leans in to kiss Tommy. Mason shoots with Phenix hammering him and then gets his face coated in Tommy's jizz. Phenix finishes off the trio by cumming on Mason's pelvis.
While Tommy sketches him, Mason whines about needing money. "With an ass like that, you should be making some money," Tommy notes. "You mean, like, hooking?" Mason asks, as if the cute kid with the giant cock and perfect ass hasn't thought of it yet. He's not up for that, but since he's a dancer, he is willing to be a go-go boy. Tommy knows someone who hires go-go boys for bars.
Mason is nervous to go on stage, waiting with Gabriel Clark, a lanky brunet who gives Mason a bit of a suck before they go on stage to get him hard. There's a dancing montage that must have cost a fortune to film, and though neither is a dancer, they certainly do an excellent sex mimic on stage. When they get backstage, they can finally do it for real. Once the bar clears out, they explore that fantasy and get to it. Gabriel is the aggressor, though Mason is certainly happy to be worshipped. Gabriel has fun blowing Mason and then the reverse. Gabriel lights up even further when he shoves his face into Mason's ass and rims excitedly. Gabriel doesn't need to beg for Mason's ass because Mason wants him inside just as badly. Rimming I didn't want to end finally gives way to fucking, with Gabriel slamming Mason hard, the third top to do so in three scenes, and Mason is indestructible. There is crackling heat between them when they kiss and sparks when Gabriel pounds against Mason with everything in him. At one point, Mason gets fucked upside down, with the same force from Gabriel. As if that's not enough, Mason still has enough in him to ride Gabriel with championship bouncing moves. A missionary fuck follows with Gabriel roaring back to full power. Gabriel is still inside Mason when the latter cums, with Gabriel bending over to take the load on his tongue. Gabriel has a fun sprinkle with some far-reaching streams.
Phenix and my favorite gingersnap, Kennedy Carter, meet at a quiet subway station. Kennedy is a famous tattoo artist, in fact Phenix's idol. Kennedy is impressed and time spent touching each other's tattoos has them soon sucking face. Phenix licks all over Kennedy's body until he's teased enough and it's time to blow Kennedy. Phenix does well with his bobbing head, getting Kennedy hard as the suck goes on. Kennedy, always an ace when it comes to deep-throating, has no problem taking all of Phenix, whether snapping his head around Phenix's dick or getting face fucked. The guys 69, with the usually docile Phenix rattling off tons of oomph. Staring into each other's eyes, Phenix fucks Kennedy with more of his potent jabs, nearly pushing Kennedy off the bed as he socks him with full force. Phenix gets himself into some very interesting positions to give it to Kennedy creatively and aces them all. With the train going by right outside the window, Kennedy rides Phenix by snapping his abs, such a sexy bouncing motion. Phenix splatters on Kennedy's chest.
Noting "another outcall, another grand in my pocket," Tommy heads off to a client. I'm not sure what he's going to have to do for $1000, but let's hope we get to see it all! Tommy is thrilled when he meets Turk Mason, to whom he's genuinely attracted, getting him all excited for this romp. Lightly bearded plucky brunet Turk seems to feel the same way about Tommy. After a tad of heavy make out, the inked Turk gets a grand anal workout from big-dicked Tommy. At times, he almost seems uncomfortable with Tommy's size, but he would rather be split apart trying than stop. When Turk flips over to take it on all fours, they two really reach their zenith, with Tommy cradling Turk and nailing him furiously. They moan in tandem as Tommy keeps his little pocket-sized client wrapped in his arms. Now that Turk is comfortable, Tommy lets loose a volley of thrusts that will make sure Turk won't be able to sit without special pillows. Turk rides Tommy, now getting flashy by showing off how well he can handle the Tommy's legendary size. He cums still filled with Tommy, who then drops a load down on Turk's waiting face. I guess it was the cum-shot that cost the big bucks.
It almost seems like a love match, but Tommy is just being a good hooker. It helps that he's a struggling artist and Turk is an "institutional art buyer" with connections that can help Tommy. We Turk raves that it was the best fuck he's ever had, Tommy blithely replies, "that's what they tell me."
Turk's friend is mouthwatering Marc Dylan, wearing only a vest up top because his beefy body won't fit in shirts! He's willing to help Tommy art-wise, if Tommy helps him with a fantasy he has. The writing of this scene is a hoot, with Marc trying to remain businesslike and Tommy as direct and nasty as possible. Tommy has a huge amount of terms, and Marc agrees to them, saying, "for all that, I better not be able to walk for a week."
I suppose Tommy's demands were met, because Turk, Mason, Phenix and Kennedy are gathered together for the group fuck-a-thon Marc wanted so badly. They are all hard and waiting, silently admiring each other, no doubt also pondering the great philosophical questions of the age as they lightly tug at their dicks. Tommy brings in Marc, still in vest and jeans, but also blindfolded. If ever there was a bottom to handle this crowd, it's the sensational Marc Dylan, a bottom who can take everything everyone has to offer. The one rule is that Marc cannot touch his own cock. That stated, a blindfolded Marc sucks Tommy, Kennedy and Phenix better than 99% of cocksuckers can do with full sight. You pull in Marc Dylan when you want one more scene stealer in the movie. There are a ton of great blowjobbers here, but Marc brings that speed to sucking that is unique to him. When the blindfold is removed, Marc is thrilled to see Kennedy on his knees sucking Phenix and Turk's face licking around Mason's ass (a blowjob seemed to have bored Mason, so this is better). Mason moves to rimming Turk and Marc gets to suck Tommy solo before Phenix and Kennedy make new demands on his mouth. Mason wants to try out Marc's mouth, understandably and Tommy actually blows Marc (which doesn't happen often enough in Marc's scenes), doing a spectacular job of it. Turk joins, getting sucked by Marc as Mason moves to Marc's dick. Phenix and Kennedy keep to themselves. Marc (and anyone who has ever watched one of his scenes) is wasted if he's not going to bottom so he's soon showing off his ass, which Tommy gets to eat joyously as the other four watch jealously. Kennedy follows, then Mason, while Marc sucks Tommy. Tommy then announces it's time to fuck Marc. They aren't all willing to wait, so Mason fucks Turk, turning out to be as good a top as he was a bottom. It's Tommy who understandably gets to raid Marc's ass first, with Phenix providing a dick for Marc to suck. Kennedy relieves Tommy, but keeps the momentum going, slashing at Marc with those abs again doing the heavy lifting. Phenix gets Marc third, with Marc so willing that he barely notices who is in his ass as long as they hit it big and hard. Tommy makes a return trip into Marc while Mason continues to fuck the stuffing out of Turk. After Kennedy does Marc again, Marc squats to sit and ride Tommy, with Phenix nursing his boner on the same couch. That means Marc can hop from one to the other, which he does with panache. Kennedy wants in on the action, so he takes Tommy's seat so he can be next. Marc slides up and down his pole as easily as the others. Meanwhile, Turk is still getting plugged by Mason, but there is no possible way to steal focus from Marc Dylan as he goes back and forth riding Tommy, Phenix and Kennedy. Turk is actually the first to shoot and then nuzzles Mason's balls to finish him off. Marc's topping trio of Phenix, Tommy and Kennedy use their "bitch" bottom (as Tommy referred to him) as a cum depot, and boy do they have grand shots for him! Marc is the last to cum, especially nice given it's his fantasy that has just been made real.
Tommy ends by standing in his gallery space, happy that he's lived his life the way he did and accomplished all he has. Phenix and Kennedy are boyfriends and we actually see Phenix giving Kennedy another tattoo. As for Mason, he's shaking his tail as a go-go boy, working the hustle in the big city.
I take away three things from "Name of the Game": First, Tommy Defendi would make the perfect escort. Second, maybe it is time for that tattoo (it's like catnip in this movie). Third, I hope Cockyboys continues to make feature movies. This one is delicious, with a sterling cast, witty dialogue and great sex for days!
DVD features: Chapters; widescreen; and no regional coding.
A DVD Review by Brent Blue ( http://ManNet.com )
*** Highly, Highly Recommended ***