WARNING!
Chad Hunt
Description source: promotional material
Cockpit 2: Survival of the Fittest picks up the climactic, cliff hanging action of the original Cockpit. Even though everyone did go down in Cockpit 2 we're happy to report that this fit bunch of handsome men all survived! Cockpit 2 tells the amazing story of their journey back to civilization.
In a word, bravo! Director Brad Austin has delivered a stunning climax to his original cliffhanger. Cockpit 2: Survival of the Fittest features fourteen hard-action men in a tremendous story with incredible action. And, of course, we loved the helicopter!
Steve Rambo and Chad Hunt form a search party and head out from the cold, twisted wreckage. What they find is each other. Then Brad McGuire finds them. While Rambo and Hunt go at each other, McGuire watches and does a slow solo jerk from the sidelines. McGuire strokes his cock and foreskin, fingers his hole, and shoots his creamy load on his face, which he mostly licks off.
It's no wonder he was worked up because Rambo and Hunt are magnificent. Who better than Rambo to deep throat Hunt's monstrous cock? Then Hunt pile drives Rambo's ass, which culminates in a shower of cum from both guys.
Newcomers Rick Hollander and Haven Philips have a touching scene in a tub of water. Especially when Haven is washing Rick and he touches Rick's cock. Haven does his best at giving Rick's extra thick cock a tongue bathing. Good foreskin action. Then Rick fucks Haven's eager man-hole.
An elite search and rescue team shows up in a helicopter (helicopter alert!). Dante Foxx, Todd Shore and Jaime set up their base camp and then relax for some man-fun. Between the three of them, they all end up sucking lots of search-and-rescue-cock. Then Jaime kneels before the other two to rip his man-load and take the other guys' loads on his face.
Chad Hunt ends up as the guest, more or less, of Brad McGuire and Kurt Wagner. Hunt sucks McGuire and Wagner. The pair return the favor and do double suck duty on Hunt's monstrous cock. Wagner is the lucky fuckee, and Hunt drills and fills Wagner's ass with fervor. Hunt jacks his load onto McGuire's shaved head in a visually stunning climax.
Back at the cold, twisted wreckage, some of the fittest survivors figure out how to heat things up. Deacon Frost starts the warm-up by going down on Jack Sanders' cock and balls. Raul Tasco joins and the three get real warm sucking cock. Michelangelo Risi joins for more oral warming. Then things really heat up with a sandwich fuck with Sanders in the middle fucking Deacon, while Tasco fucks Sanders. Good underneath sandwich-fuck-camera-action. The sizzling cum shots fly when Tasco is seated and the other three jack their man-goo onto his hairy chest.
By this point, leading man Steve Rambo has contacted the search and rescue party. The helicopter shows up to whisk Rambo and his other fit survivors away from the cold, twisted wreckage and back to civilization.
When we last spoke of the fateful flight careening to the earth in "Cockpit: Everybody's Going Down!," naked pilot Steve Rambo was valiantly trying to save the sex-filled plane of stock character loons from crashing. "Cockpit 2: Survival of the Fittest" picks up right where we left off, which the still-able Steve doing his best not to lose any of the passengers (or his hardon). While the first "Cockpit" had the backdrop of a hundred Hollywood disaster movies to depend on, "Cockpit 2" has only its own devilish creativity. Other than the banal "Alive," there aren't many post-crash movies," so writer and director Brad Austin gets to film the entire drama right out of his loony mind, and he comes up with a fiendishly hysterically clever way of delivering this film. The sex, opened up from the airplane set, is invigorating and lively, but the comedy is right there with it.
Being a Catalina epic, there is a lot to discuss other than the sex, so let's start with the particulars. We're on the plane, heading down down down through the night sky, hysterical non-sexual actors trained only in moaning delivering bad screams to funny heights, and finally we crash. More deliciously bad acting as the extras sprawl on the ground with their injuries and tattered clothing, Steve Rambo still naked. Though in rags, the survivors agree to help Steve, whom they blame for the rather large mishap. So, the next morning, Steve starts looking for help. He's told by one of the passengers to "keep your fucking pants on for a change." Steve takes Chad with him. Crawling through the woods like tired porn stars without a handy spa, Steve and Chad suddenly break into full canter when they hear running water. Tearing off their clothing, they bathe in the soothing water. Cleansed, but still in clothing showing off their best parts, Steve starts to blame himself for the disaster (if you remember, he wasn't in the cockpit, but busy having sex when a drunk passenger knocked Mike Radcliffe into the controls). Chad comforts him with kisses.
But Steve and Chad don't have the forest all alone to themselves. Watching this intro scene are the supremely funny Brad McGuire and Kurt Wagner as a pair of truly idiotic hillbillies. Brad sends Kurt home to tell what they've found, and stays to watch the ensuing scene. Steve has forgotten all of his troubles by the time Chad whips out his world-famous cock and gives Steve a chance to play with it. If there is any man alive able to conquer this python of a piece, it's Steve Rambo, who has seen the biggest and, well, the biggest, shoved up his ass for more years than most porn stars ever get. And Steve doesn't disappoint. With Chad shoving his entire dick at Steve's face, Steve is able to take it all. This is all a big turn-on to Brad, who has a dick that shouldn't be apologizing to anyone, so he pulls it out of his skivvies and starts playing around. Throughout the scene, it will be Brad, and his stunning blue eyes and shaved head, who has more fun than anyone. He has the solo down to a science and is great fun.
Let's pause for a second to go back to the plot (for the video does at this point). Daft Kurt runs home to unbilled Mama, Sharon Kane, playing a role only she could play, a role perfectly suited to her unique abilities. Dressed down in Daisy Duke cut-offs with these big blonde pigtails, her face dotted with more freckles than Pippi Longstocking with the clap, teeth covered in black, she's one helluva hillbilly. Kurt tells her about the wreckage, but she's already heard about it on the CB radio. She tells Kurt to run back and take whatever he can find from the plane.
The scene between Chad and Steve, exciting as it is, lacks a little spunk in the way it's filmed. The positions stay the same for long stretches of time, impressive though they are. I mean, who else but Steve Rambo could spend more than ten minutes on his knees inhaling Chad Hunt's cock? As Brad dabbles in foreskin-pulling and auto-fellatio, Chad sits up against a tree and let's Steve face-fuck him. Chad, who could subsist just on having a big cock, also happens to be a wonderful blowjobber, and does a fantastic job deep-throating Steve. Steve moves right from this position to sitting down on Chad's cock, and the expected fireworks-laden fuck comes off wonderfully. Chad coos "push back on my cock" when he sees that Steve can handle every inch, but also be playful about it. Steve, an expert bottom if ever there was one, really works hard in taking all Chad has. It's mighty impressive. Their best position apes the one Brad is in, with Steve on his head and Chad fucking fiercely from above. I mean fiercely! Chad and Steve both get off great cum-shots and Brad drops a whopper of a load onto his face and then eats it up.
Mama has lots more boys at home. Two of them are Rick Hollander, a scrumptious perfect-bodied manly type, and Haven Philips, a massive slab of an Adonis with blond hair and a very handsome face. Mama Sharon sends them out to clean up (they have fallen in a fishing hole, natch), and muscular Rick likes Haven to wash him. "Boy, you sure is filthy!" Haven notes before asking if Rick wants him to wash his "private parts like I always do." He washes them clear to a hardon that challenges Chad Hunt for length. Haven gets down on his knees and blows it like it deserves, opening his jaws wide and smoothly going up and down the big uncut cock. By the end of the session, Haven is even able to deep-throat it, with Rick pushing his head gently toward him. Showing brotherly spirit, Rick goes down on Haven, taking in every last centimeter of the average-size dick on every trip to it. He barely breathes, just gulps and spits, charging up the energy level of the scene considerably. Stacked Haven is bent over the basin to get fucked, with Rick grabbing onto the posts of the gazebo and shaking the damn thing as he blasts a fuck into Haven. This is a fuck only "men" could produce. Real masculine men. They slam back and forth with the power of muscle, the camera jumping around their bodies to show how hard it all is, and only when Rick pulls out for a sloppy cum-shot on Haven's meaty asscheek can you yourself return to normal breathing.
Back in the Sherwood Forest of fucking, Steve and Chad find their way back to the non-sexuals. They are suspicious of what the two have been doing (probably jealous), and this time Steve takes the non-sexuals while Chad goes to find help. Brad and Kurt overtake Chad and his buddy, who nearly giggles when he asks Brad: "Maybe you can take us to your trailer and we can use the phone and be on our way." "We ain't got not trailer ... we got a shack!" Brad says proudly. Brad stabs him and leaves him for dead as Brad and Kurt chase Chad back to Mama's lair. Meanwhile, help arrives! A rather expensive filming section allows us to see a helicopter landing and the good guys arrive in their fatigues. Good looking, too, since they are the swarthy ever-yummy Dante Foxx, cute blond Jaime and big-eared intense Todd Shore.
Dante and Jaime go off to pee, and of course have to look at each other while they release large streams of urine, particularly Jaime, who has colossal peeing power. Dante doesn't quite put his cock away when he's done, and Jaime follows suit, so soon enough we have two big hardons ready for closer inspection. Sexy Dante motions Jaime over to his and Jaime silently gets busy blowing him. He starts slowly and sensually, literally wrapping his mouth and big tongue around Dante's luscious pole. Todd saunters over and joins the equally pale Jaime in worshipped tanned studly Dante. Todd goes right for the deep-throat while Jaime takes care of the balls and then they alternate and share very nicely. Jaime gets down on a blanket and blows Todd while Dante takes care of Jaime. Jaime does well from a tough position, but it's Dante, deep-throating at the pace of a race car driver on the last lap, who really infuses the scene with oxygen. The camera knows it has a winner in him and he's the steady focus. This isn't lost on the other two, who add to the churning intensity of this all-oral session. Dante finally orders Jaime onto his knees so the other two can cum all over him. He ends up cumming first, followed by a big creamer from Dante and another from the Ben Stiller-ish Todd.
The non-sexual left for dead by Brad and Kurt is so not dead that even with a gaping stab wound in his stomach, he can still gingerly hop up and dash off in search of his comrades. He finds his way back and tells them about the hicks. Steve, of course, goes bolting off after Chad. Then comes perhaps the most hysterical moment of the entire inspired parade of lunacy that is "Cockpit 2." Sharon, sitting in a rocking chair with a leopard blanket, tries to talk to grizzled Jackson Highwood on the CB, having to adjust her pigtails to get better reception. She tells him that her boys have captured a survivor, but "I don't want that city trash messin' up my beautiful home ... over" and that the boys want him as a plaything.
Indeed the boys have found something interesting, having tied Chad to a tree and poking him with a stick. The chickens make more noise than the soundtrack as Sharon orders Brad and Kurt to keep Chad quiet (he wasn't making any noise, it was the damn chickens), and Brad figures out how to do that. They toss him to his knees and force him to blow Brad, a task which would take most mortals hours to complete. Chad does great on Brad's giant uncut cock, looking like he's enjoying every second of blowing a comrade in king-size cockage. These boys understand brotherly love as much as Haven and Rick (what amazing parentage bred these four boys?), making out as Chad blows their cocks. Kurt's cock isn't as much of a challenge to Chad, so he slurps that one in easily, showing off a different side of his oral talents, and whipping back and forth between those styles as he pleases both boys. The insatiable brothers squat in front of Chad to share his cock, which is a meal I would have liked to have seen the whole family shared. Instead, Brad and Kurt make a tasty time of Chad's hugeness, with Kurt stretching his little face to get in as much as he can and Brad having an easier time with more of the fat inches. There's a great shot of the two licking up and down the cock together. Chad fucks Kurt, of course. He could split apart this poor kid with just one thrust, but instead gently opens up his ass to a big hole and fucks him almost as easily as he did the more used Steve. Chad, all his muscles poised to deliver one of his patented I-don't-care-how-small-your-ass-is-all-of-this-monster-is-going-in-there fucks, slides into Kurt without hesitation and Kurt's red scrunched face shows the adoration. Kurt cums, followed by Chad on Brad's bald head, which is a hot ending to a hot scene. Brad has a strong shot, but the one who doesn't get to cum is Jackson, who had been beating off, but runs away before anyone can catch him. Brad and Kurt retie Chad to the tree and skip off in hopes of having some of Mama's possum.
One of the best things about the first "Cockpit" was the art direction, namely the plane set. Here, it's a mangled twisted wreckage. Two of the passengers, thin, hard-bodied sunken-cheeked Jack Sanders and brunet stud Deacon Frost, are cold and need to warm up. Jack thinks sex is a good idea (ain't much else to do when you're an able-bodied crash survivor, I suppose) and hopes more of the mates will find them because "more bodies, more heat." So, handsome Deacon gets busy on Jack's dick, giving it a nice thoughtful suck at first. Jack's is another in the video's long line of very big throbbing cocks, a real worshipper's fantasy. Deacon dispenses quickly with the niceties and works his hand and his spit up into a frothy fury as he blows the heck out of Jack. Coming right at the end, he turns in the video's best oral performance. He's another one who can't be bothered with things like breathing when he's busy blowing. Suddenly, Raul Tasco joins the pair, showing up in his bald hairy-chested splendor. For the third time in as many scenes, we get to see some blowjob sharing as Raul joins Deacon to handle Big Jack. Deacon takes his first break and lets Raul and Jack share him, Raul showing the camera his long tasty dick, begging for a mouth. Deacon takes him up on it, allowing Jack to help him out and then cut-from-marble Michelangelo Risi shows up, looking like a soap opera villain with his blond hair, clipped dark goatee, perfect body and nipple-ring. Okay, the soap opera villain of my fantasy, at least. The boys pair off with Raul and Deacon switching blowing positions and Jack taking on Michelangelo. Throughout, there is consistently good sucking from all four pals, with Deacon never tiring and keeping the rest of them up to speed. Raul fucks Deacon while Michelangelo sits on Jack to get thrusted into. Jack does a nice slip upward into Michelangelo, but the real fuck to watch here is Raul blasting one into Deacon, whipping into him with the same energy Deacon used so delightfully in the oral section. After the two pairs have made their positions work grandly, Michelangelo sits on a broken chair and has Deacon blow him, while Deacon is fucked by Jack, who is fucked by Raul! All in the wreckage! It's amazing that they were able to manage this chain, and even more amazing is the way they handle it. Raul has a splendid time fucking Jack, who pushes hard into Deacon, who of course never loses his ability to suck cock with bravura. Raul gets to play cum-rag, starting the contest off with a shot that clears a few feet as it stretches into the air and then Jack's final is almost as good.
Mama Sharon sends her boys back to the plane to get all the cash plunder than can find, and once they have roared off, Steve finds Chad and unties him. However, Sharon catches them and runs after Steve with an ice pick. Steve and Sharon tussle for the pick (which is comical in itself), and though Sharon puts up a hell of a fight, she gets kil't. However, she expires like Bernhardt, Countessa of Porn Camp that she is. Steve uses Sharon's precious CB to get the rescuers and everyone is saved. Steve, in the helicopter, surveys the ground, knowing that as pilot of the plane, he has done his duty to ultimate success.
Funny is funny, and Brad Austin knows funny porn. All the usual trappings of Catalina videos are present, from the sturdy man's man type to the hair on many of the chests, so what makes this such a commanding guilty pleasure is the script. Throwing the survivors of a plane crash into battle with hillbilly misfits is a grand concoction. In lesser hands, we would have seen umpteen scenes of men tending to the wounds of other guys where bandage wrapping turned to sex. Instead, we get a fantastically clever plot, a load of characters worth playing to the hilt, and some damn fine plotting, all existing with some damn good sex. Pros like Chad Hunt and Brad Austin necessitate wowing scenes, and they get them. Now, what would happen if the helicopter, with the survivors, crashed? Would we get a trilogy?
A Video Review by Brent Blu