Caller Corey Cox calls in to Bobby Blake's pirate radio station about his boyfriend, Dennis Lee, who can't wait to give him head and vice versa. The scene is as predictable as caller Cox's problem, "his boyfriend doesn't make enough money."
Cute Joe Edwards worries about Chuck Chambers, his tight-bodied lover, obsession with food and sex. Chambers uses ice grapes and whip cream on their beautiful chocolate bodies. They trade oral duties and Chambers continues his food obsession with bananas and cherries on and in Edwards' ass before they both cream. A tasty and totally lowfat banana split.
Zaire Masters is turned on by the smell of men's sweat and steals other men's clothes from the locker room. He beats off while inhaling the odor from wrestling singlets and jockstraps. He maintains he's not gay. "And denial ain't just a river in Egypt," replies Blake.
K.J. Rogers calls in, wanting to know what a mustard hankie in the left pocket means. Blake informs him it means the person is well hung, and we see the missed opportunity Rogers and a daddyish Andre Bolla might have had. (Note, The Trident club in L.A. informs me that regular blue is for big dicks, and pale blue is for cocksucking. Mustard or yellow is for pissers. Be aware so you don't find yourself sending out the wrong signals in public!)
Finally, Blake's radio guest is Dr. Feelus, tight, tan Chris Johnson, a real life-penologist which we are told is the study of the penis as a reflection of a man's personality. For instance, Johnson tells us Blake is a man of big ambitions. Johnson goes in for closer inspection but only manages to get part of Blake's monster dick into his mouth for oral inspection. Blake does his own inspection and takes all of the almost equally hung Johnson. Finally, "Dr." Johnson gives Blake a bonus anal inspection with his tongue, which must signify the end.
All in all, the film is pretty good. Good black specialty films are not easy to come by and even hot, all-oral action can be pretty rare. But finding both is nearly impossible. Next time, pardon the pun, Catalina's marketing people should call a spade a spade.
- Peter Dixon