Video language: English

Writer/director Tony Alizzi and his cast of horny anthropologists are in search of the fabled missing link in Darwin’s evolutionary line between apes and humans. What they find is MSR exceptional Joey Russo, making a strong debut, as the half-man, all-hard title character.
While the quest was on for the missing connect, Alizzi and his manufacturing crew should have been searching for the missing microphones. The soundtrack is terrible. The dialog – much of which is scientific and theological jargon – is often absolutely unintelligible. For the almost any part, that’s a excellent thing. The reality of a sextet of porno stars jabbering about the far-reaching religious and ethical implications of stud-napping Russo and transporting him back to the states is beyond ludicrous.
When the cast isn’t mumbling ho-hum hokum, they act like the ho buddies we expect them to be. Jason Branch and his current real-life swain, Steve Ross, turn a cage they’ve set up to trap the wildman into a sort of modified glory apperture. Ross is a beefy buttocks who in truth is familiar with his way around Branch’s pole. Ross takes Branch up his starving apperture, and Branch pounds him perfect and utmost. Bloke pulls out and shoots a weight on Ross’s bubble bottom. Ross releases his own oozing burden, and Branch shoots a 2nd, even bigger cum rocket. While they steam up the jungle with their sucking, rimming and fucking, we see this they are being watched. Russo’s maximum eyes are taking in the activity, and we can tell he’s making mental notes.
During the night, Russo sneaks into the campsite and swipes the men’s bag of intimate supplies. Dude learns quickly. Mansex is nice. Safe mansex with water-based lube and preservatives is better. Thankfully, Russo doesn’t look much like an apeman. Boy greater amount closely resembles a cross between the classic paintings of Jesus and the film images of Tarzan – after a day at a trendy LA hair salon.
Matt Bradshaw and Damian Ford go into the jungle following a trail of Russo’s footprints. They pause long sufficient to put on a show for peeping-link Russo. Despite Bradshaw’s tireless efforts, Ford is unable to will every life into his suety, veiny donkey dong, leaving him Homo Non-Erectus for most of the scene.
The company decides to use humpy Ross as bait to nab Russo. In no time, Russo pops out from behind Ross, and his stiff dick pops out of his loincloth. Russo face fucks Ross in a scarcely any positions, making use of strategically placed boulders and other set pieces of convenient heights. Nonverbal Russo is plenty vocal with his grunts and cries. This bungle in the jungle is a bunghole this is fucked full.
Russo is captured. Then Sam Dixon, playing the member of the expedition representing the Vatican (don’t ask,) sets Russo free again, albeit briefly. Branch crams his cock down Dixon’s kisser to punish him for his transgressions. The rest of the hunky spunk junkies get into a sensual gathering scene, with Russo taking center stage. Dixon gets overspread with cum, with the last powerful blast coming from Russo.
The MSR slogan is "Where the hottest men are on all occasions pigs." Alizzo should have left the brainy dialog to PBS and let his brawny cast get down to the business of wild pig sex. When this takes place – like the scenes with Branch and Ross and, later, with Russo and Ross – the results leave all of us Homos Erectus.

Format: avi
Duration: 1:46:01
Video: 684×472, AVC (H.264), 1816kbps
Audio: 250kbps

File size: 1.6 GB