Cruising Budapest 1: Michael Lucas Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  7/21/2008

Michael Lucas is not only the best director on the east coast, but one of the best in the entire country. With his CRUSING IN BUDAPEST series he is now proving he can hold his own with Kristen Bjorn and the other fine European directors.
The film opens with Michael arriving in Budapest and checking into a small hotel run by David Barthory, an attractive stud with a ponytail. (Why do men grow their hair long if they are then going to confine it in a ponytail? Especially when it would be ultra sexy hanging to their shoulders.) David sends the attractive young Paolo Mickey [aka Andrew Moretti] to show Michael to his room. Michael tips the tall handsome lad with a kiss.
Then as Michael strolls about the grounds he sees through the window the incomparable Flavio Valentino clad only in his underwear and with his hand in his briefs. Michal invites himself in and Flavio welcomes him with open arms. With Flavio lying back on the bed Michael strips off the handsome hunk’s briefs and sucks on his toes before both move onto other areas such as armpits, cocks, asses, and a scintillating sixty-nine.
Needless to say Michael also fucks Flavio with that enormous cock. He cums on Flavio’s face and licks it off.

Meanwhile Paolo has returned to the office where David Barthory awaits him. It appears that part of Paolo’s duties is to suck the boss’ cock. When both have stripped and are totally naked they climb up onto the desk where they sixty-nine and suck one another’s toes (Lucas and I have the same fetish.)
They get off the desk and Paolo leans over a chair, presenting his ass to his employer who takes full advantage of it. The fuck concludes in the missionary position back on the desk. It concludes with David unloading in Paolo’s mouth. (In the director’s cut David next pisses on the kneeling Paolo and Paolo then pisses on himself.)

Another unforgettable scene follows when Michael and Flavio come across the striking Mangiatti twins, Fabrizio and Fernando. Michael leaves Flavio with them and Flavio unhesitatingly plops himself on the sofa between these two beauties. And his fantasy is fulfilled when the brothers suck his cock together. With Flavio kneeling on the sofa the brother behind him fucks him while the other brother stands on a small table by the sofa so Flavio can suck his cock. The twins then switch positions. At one point they lean across to one another for a quick kiss. Flavio is the repository of their cum and the scene ends with a three-way kiss.

Michael now runs into an American friend Milan Gamiani who is with his Hungarian boyfriend known here as well as in other gay and also straight films as Jack Wright. Michael and Milan go off to recall old times so when Milan returns to Jack the boyfriend seems somewhat miffed. Milan more than makes it up to him. Although he is not a beauty like the other participants in this film, Jack has the biggest dick (Michael excepted) so for Milan he’s Mr. Wright.
Once again we have a nice sixty-nine before Jack’s huge truncheon smashes into Milan’s anxious hole. Milan eats Jack’s cum and in the director’s cut is also the recipient of Jack’s piss.

Back at the hotel Michael gets the popular star George Vidanov in a game of strip eight-ball. Again we have some shrimping and sixty-nining. Michael then gives George a resounding fuck.

Milan is back for the finale which takes place in a hot tub along with Claudio Antonelli, Steven Hunt, and Tom Bradly (whom I’m sure is better known by another moniker). After a marathon suck and fuck, Milan swallows down everyone’s cum—a protein he has obviously developed quite a taste for.

In addition to the watersports sequences in the film itself the director’s cut also contains a second disc which features a fisting scene with Milan and Tom with Tom taking Milan’s fist again and again.
There are also interviews with members of the cast. It is only in the interview Michael conducts with the twins that he asked tactless and incredibly naïve questions. I find it cute that whenever one of these ridiculous questions is put to them one of the twins looks to the other as to how to respond. I actually became embarrassed for them.

That aside, the film itself is faultless. CRUISING BUDAPEST is something of a rarity—a truly perfect film.