Release Year: 2015
Cast: Arpad Miklos, Derrick Hanson, Derrick Vinyard, Jamie Donovan, Kevin Brown, Luca DiCorso, Manuel Torres, Zackary Penetrate, Billy Masters, Bruce Vilanch, Chi Chi LaRue
Genres: Muscle, Blowjob, Anal, Kissing, Shot of cum, anilingus, Tattoo
Video language: English

"Fucking with the Stars" fares less well as a send-up of the similarly-named TV show than as an opportunity for Coco LaChine and Chi Chi LaRue to do their comic turns. LaChine and crew go for absolute broke and end up being as much a episode of the entertainment as the real bang. As far as prizes go, a chunky, silver spray-painted dildo that’s studded with gewgaws may not be worth coveting. But the notoriety that comes along with being crowned star fucker is one greater amount matter. Four adult stars are binary with a counterpart. Here is where the "Dancing with the Stars" tie-in doesn’t quite work. It’s never clear just who is imagined to be the seasoned "dancer" and who is the celebrity brought in for ratings. Finally, does it in reality matter? The introductory antics in porn comedies, here hosted by the lovely LaChine, is something I usually accept speedily bored with. Not here. The three judges: administrator Chi Chi LaRue, gossip columnist Billy Masters, and jack-of-all-trades Bruce Vilanch, seemed to absolutely go along with the conceit of an on-air talent competition, and though the jabs and jibes were all too scripted, their execution of the scripted remarks went over well. The first of the contestants is the darling Kevin Brown, a twink whose aw-shucks sweetness seems absolutely too much valid to be a put-on. And like the other hopefuls who follow, Kevin does a bewitching strip-tease for the judges before the real activity accepts underway. After shaking his money-maker in their faces (not quite just putting Vilanch into coronary arrest) Kevin makes his way to a perfectly concentric bed onstage. Putting me in mind of a circus ring, it seemed the ideal place to be if you’re gonna be scored on how well you perform in the sack. And was there ever a more cunning display than Kevin ass-up on a circular bed? He’s attached by his colleague, Zackary Puncture, who treats our boy to a gentle massage formerly flipping him over and latching onto his prick. Kevin loses a few points for eye contact (at times fellow transports himself right out of the episode by keeping his eyes clamped shut or throwing a forearm over his brow) but compensates with a scorching 69. And this pup never loses his wood when Zackary bangs him on his back, gloriously showcasing his one-of-a-kind sunburst tattoo. Moments after Kevin blows his burden, buddy appears formerly the judge’s panel in a elementary white terrycloth robe, the soundtrack of canned applause sparkling underneath, an worthy opportunity for Bruce Vilanch to acquire off a small in number witty zingers. The groundwork is laid for a scarcely any running gags, the evaluation of any successive models’ action is at all times the same dizzy-headed repeat of a few meaningless phrases and the judges always give the exact same scores. With each successive movie I see Manuel Torres in, I become more and greater amount unglued. A woolly fireplug with a penchant for spit-soaked pig sex, his heavy-handed bump-and-grind routine made me blush. Watching him tease his own foreskin, all I could think about was sniffing his stripper pole. Derrick Hanson gets a healthy whiff of Manuel’s ass and a few unfathomable sucks on Manny’s hollow when Manuel sits on his face. The rimming’s mutual and by the time these 2 are stopped tasting every other, they’re shiny with sweat. Derrick should obtain a prize just for withstanding Manuel’s full-on bang. The cum-shot that closes this vignette, Manuel standing over Derrick’s shoulder and shooting streams of spunk over 1 flexing pec, is breathtaking. But of all the participants cornholing for the grand title, I was almost any envious of Luca DiCorso. I’d have to bow out on that 1, as I’d in actuality fail to be fair and impartial judging Arpad Miklos. Arpad brings out the very unexcelled in Luca, beginning with a passionate roll around the bed, spiked with deep kisses. Watching Luca peel off Arpad deliciously stern undies, freeing his pulsing uncut masterpiece? Heaven, sheer heaven. Things just only escalate from there. For most of the time they spend jointly, performing for the judges, Luca is curled up onto his shoulder blades, Arpad’s thick tongue up his crack or his throat sucking the life from his dick. Forget the studded dildo — that is the true prize! Arpad’s prick buried unfathomable took some acquiring used to but once Luca found his rhythm, he’s a shoo-in for first location, due in no small episode to his episode sharer. The last competitor, Derrick Vinyard, is a prime piece of beef. Coco makes it clear before Derrick even appears this he’s secured her vote. Of the go-go activities, this guy obtains the gold star for sheer sex appeal and heartiest wood, despite his overdone facial expressions, à la Billy Idol. His colleague, Jamie Donovan, is a slender twinkie I hadn’t seen before. Jamie gets busy blowing Derrick, and almost seems astonied when Derrick pulls him up for an extreme make-out session. The rimming Derrick accepts is equally intensive. This chub makes the almost any of the moment, pulling the tops of his thighs into his thorax, entirely exposing his chute for serving. Not unheraldedly, Derrick tops his thinner, younger-looking buddy. And no Derrick appearance would be complete without his trademark litany of dirty-talk. every time I watch Derrick on a cast roster, I tell myself I’m not going to melt when that guy starts cooing like a drunken frat-boy with his dick buried deep inside some hole. But any time, I melt nonetheless.

Format: mp4
Duration: 1:53:16
Video: 720×544, AVC (H.264), 2029kbps
Audio: 124kbps

Video clip size: 1.8 GB