"Breathless" by Titan Media, Courtesy of Priape

The film opens with François Sagat, shirtless and running along a set of train tracks through the countryside. This isn’t a casual jog however – his frequent looks back over his shoulder hint that he is being chased. Surely enough, the shirtless and rifle-toting Don Camillo and Julian Vincenzo are hot on his trail. Sagat stops by a small pond to drink and catch his breath, but his pursuers catch him and roughly attempt to subdue the fugitive. With a belt around his neck, they guide Sagat like a dog to a location further off the beaten track, where they take advantage of their newfound prisoner. Boy do they ever use him, and once they’re done they walk off leaving Sagat lying on his back – you guessed it – breathless.

With such an odd sequence of events and sex scenes, I figure the only thing Sagat is running from is a cohesive plot. In this movie world, there is an abundance of men just hanging around shirtless in the forest – no tents or camping gear – they huddle around fires and survive on cock alone. It’s primal, and actually quite sexy if not horribly impractical.

The guys are what you would expect to find in the rugged outdoors. Lean and healthy muscular specimens, with plenty of fur to keep them warm at night...aside from the other men, I mean. My favorites furry studs were Alex Baresi, Francois Sagat, and Benjamin Stark, but just about all of them would appeal to those who like hardy grown-up guys.

Dean Monroe is forced to work late at the threat of being fired by his asshole of a boss. It is a long night and he works himself to the point of frustration, whereupon he maliciously decides he is going to leave his boss a DNA sample as a present. Unfortunately the tough-looking Latino caretaker walks in to find Monroe jacking off over his own desk, and after some threats are thrown back and forth, caretaker Ricky Martinez (not to be confused with Ricky Martin) shows the pencil pusher who will be screwing who.

Martinez’s angry gangsta dirty-talk is quite drole, somewhat along the lines of what Sweet Pussy Pauline might say if she were a man. He periodically breaks into utterances of Spanish, but don’t worry about getting an interpreter – he is only swearing and saying "take-it take-it!" With the office door wide open, the security guard Rod Barry walks in to survey the scene. He and the janitor know one another quite well, and soon Barry is helping Martinez to break in the office boy. I thought I recognized Monroe from somewhere – last film I saw him in, he was showing off his ability to take two at a time. Sure enough, he does the same trick in this movie. Even if he’s a one-trick pony, that’s one heck of a trick!

The general theme of this film is that of reluctant guys getting pushed into sex. It’s not to the point of rape because the reserved guys don’t resist too much, and quickly get into it. Still it is something that will appeal to a bondage audience, or to others turned on by forceful sex. My highlights were Dean Monroe, Jay Armstrong, and Manuel Torres.

There’s nothing subtle about the title of this porno, just like there’s nothing subtle about its star Patrick Ives. He is a brown-eyed brutish daddy that gives new meaning to "taking it like a man."

It didn’t matter how unattractive some of his cohorts were – and believe me, some of them were nigh skeletal – Ives steals the show with his manly grunts and moans. When he is on his back, he shows off his well-built torso and neatly trimmed torso hair; and when on his front, his bitable tan-lined ass.

If Ives is your turn-on, then you will want to hold your guns until the last scene where he is plowed by Sebastien León – an equally built and furry hunk. Usually long-ish hair is a turn-off for me, but I finally found an exception in León. He is bright red and dripping sweat before he finally loses his load on Ives. After getting it from 8 guys, Ives gets to climax with the help of his favorite dildo.

For the longest time I have idolized Hank Hightower as my sexual "ideal". After seeing this film, step aside Hank because Ives is my new hard-throb...I mean, heart-throb.

Adult Depot has a huge selection of gay DVDs, so it’s never difficult to find something worth renting outside of the new releases rack. This film was shot on location in Brazil, with a spicy interracial cast of Latin and Black Brazilians.

In the first scene, a big black stud has hired a masseur to work out some imagined pain in his back, and play a little game. As the young Latino employee begins, you hear a steamy monologue about how the black guy intends to seduce him. Soon enough the Latino takes off his shirt and his employer turns over for a front massage. His jogging pants don’t stay on for very long.

The guys in this film are young and thin, but still reasonably chiseled. Aside from one facial-haired representative in each racial camp, the rest are clean shaven. The remainder of the scenes feature Black on Latino, and Latino on Latino. If dark skinned ethnic guys are a turn on, you’ll certainly be satisfied with this DVD.