Body Shots Gay DVD

Some of us just aren't equipped with deep navels or perfectly flat stomachs. I'm not complaining, but such are the requirements if you're even considering doing a body-shot -- alcohol delicately poured into the navel, then sucked dry by (hopefully) that trick that you've been cruising all night. This is a party game I've never played but have only caught glimpses of in "Girls Gone Wild" infomercials, one of those don't-try-this-at-home activities which the humpy bar-backs and bar-flies here make look so easy.

The only dire consequence of using someone's belly for a shot glass is maybe waking up the next morning with some stranger's ass as your pillow, which is exactly the situation Dario Lopez finds himself in. Lucky for him, his pillow is a perfect bubble-butt, Antonio Madiera. Thinking back to the previous night's overzealous partying, Dario pinpoints the moment he hooked up with Antonio, and body-shots are indeed to blame. Antonio's ass tastes just as sweet the morning after. Dario explores it intimately with his fingers and tongue before Antonio is even awake. Give me Dario's tongue as an alarm clock any day of the week; with only a few laps and prods, Antonio is up and at 'em. As the morning heats up and the guys get more rough and tumble, it becomes more difficult to tell them apart -- both have caramel-colored skin and lithe physiques. Even their cocks seem to match. Antonio seems at home in the bottom role, letting himself be turned and twisted whichever way suits Dario best. He's got tempting brown eyes, throwing off sparks as Dario makes the bed shake. He's also a verbal bottom and Dario responds well to his commands. So when Antonio wants to be fucked until he blows, Dario picks up the tempo until both sail over the top.

Turns out Antonio manages bar-backs for a living, training them, and then letting them loose. Trevor Knight is one such trainee, and after some rudimentary instructions, he's turned loose to work the bar. His very first customer, Marcos Pirelli, propositions Trevor. Trevor responds full-force. How long do you think this guy will keep this job? I might have done the same; Marco pops the buttons on his fly and hauls out a thick n' tasty uncut cock, ripe for sucking. Trevor invites his buddy up on top of the bar, and then zeroes in on hot cock, providing incredible customer service. What makes Trevor Knight appealing is the nice combination of face, body, cock -- all of it brought together by a sinful sex vibe. Whether he's giving or getting head, licking ass or accepting a hearty rimjob, he's the guy I always end up watching. With only a 24-inch-wide surface on which to play, these two manage to complete quite a few sexual acrobatics without spilling off either side. Trevor cums with Marco's tongue flicking over his asshole, but still has energy to follow up with a fuck. They start out doggy, a position which gives the viewer a chance to savor Trevor's pretty pink sphincter while he pounds away. They finish up with Marco on his back, the only other position that makes sense given where they're dicking each other. And even hotter than the cum-shots is the cum play afterwards, both men sliding their still stiff pricks together, jerking and jacking, the white cream used as home-grown lube.

The barroom mischief isn't restricted to the top of the bar. Jacob Slader and pal Orion Cross are shooting pool, but everything about their bad behavior around barmaid Tristan Bennett spells trouble. When a few provocative pokes from their cue sticks fail to get the desired result, Orion and Jacob aggressively force Tristan into the men's room. One quick look at Jacob's pretty prick neutralizes Tristan's prissy attitude. What starts off as a three-way jerk-off session quick disintegrates into an all-out suck-and-fuck. Quarters are cramped; this scene seems to have been filmed authentically, right down to the steel urinal dividers and industrial toilet paper dispenser. Jacob convinces both pups that a little roughhousing never hurt anyone. He pretty much sets the tone with his full-fisted jerking, ass-slapping and gruff verbal commands. The only time that Jacob is quiet is when his mouth is full of Orion's salty hole. Room to fuck is at a premium. When Jacob wants to fuck, it's no-nonsense; Orion is forced to bend over and grip the bottom half of a urinal for support while Jacob inflicts his anal attack. Determined to be part of the action Tristan plops right down on the piss-slick floor, head almost knocking against the porcelain while he tries to blow Orion. In a rush to get back to work or maybe just because he's trying to keep pace with Jacob, Tristan pumps out a furious load with a urinal cake hovering inches above his head. Left to themselves and with the powerful scent of industrial cleaner as an aphrodisiac, Orion and Jacob encourage each other to cum, dumping their loads on the already filthy tearoom floor.

And even with the doors locked for the night, the bar staff still manages to score. Employee Jason Harley may be light on his feet, but he's packing heavy meat between his legs, probably the biggest cock throughout. He's stashed Jake Havoc in a supply closet until the joint is closed, eager to put his massive piece to good use. The kissing is heated but Jake obviously wants a blowjob. He stands above Jason on some cases of beer, and puts Jason's mouth and tongue into play. Watching Jake try to orally manage Jason is one of the film's highlights. Poor Jake -- all he's able to manage is the mushroom head and maybe another inch or two. He gives it his all, his efforts earning an "A." Jake exposes his lovely puckerhole for a rimjob, but you gotta wonder who's going to be fucking who. Jake is the more traditional choice, being the bigger, more masculine of the two. What a surprise when Jake gives it up for Jason, his face contorting into an awful grimace while he's getting rear-ended. Roles do reverse quickly, though, Jake giving an excellent performance as a top. Both men are eager to cum, and Jason wants to cum while getting fucked. But his cock's so big that he needs Jake to lend a hand. With the extra help, he sprays onto his belly and Jake quickly follows suit.

Chad Donovan, also noteworthy for the meat swinging between his legs, makes himself comfortable in the director's chair for "Body Shots." His time in front of the camera may have provided some valuable insights, adding to the puckish mischief of this flick.