Damon Blows America 6: New York Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  3/5/2005

“Is cum fattening?” I once read in a letter to a sex advisor. Well, if it were, Damon Dogg would weigh over 300 pounds. IN DAMON BLOWS AMERICA #6, the greedy cum pig continues his trek across the country sampling sperm from the spout. Damon—a cute gat-toothed guy with a lot of tattoos (including a skull and cross bones, the insignia of Treasure Island Media on his belly) and an impish grin—sucks cocks and waits with open mouth for guys to jack off into it. Damon never met a cock he didn’t like. If there are cum-producing balls attached, Damon will suck it. Not overly surprising, I suppose, from someone who says in interviews that he grew up practicing on his brother.

Damon’s travels and travails in this one take him to Palm Springs and NYC. But before they even get to Palm Springs, Damon sucks off this buddy, Jason Croft, in a Taco Bell washroom off I-5. Damon doesn’t miss a drop. In the car Damon jacks off.

When they get to Palm Springs they head to a nudist resort where Jason goes down on Damon and they end up eating one another’s loads. This done, they willingly suck on any dick that is offered to them. Damon does 95% of the sucking and cum-eating, but Jason helps occasionally. I kept detailed notes of their activities but I will not relay them as they become boringly repetitious: “and then he blew, and then he blew, etc.” They even blow themselves again before leaving. And that’s the problem with the film. It lacks variety. Constantly seeing Damon kneeling with an open mouth—like a baby bird waiting for a worm—and seeing countless guys jack off into it eventually loses its titillation and interest. As Yoggi Berra once observed, “It’s déjà vu all over again”.

Arriving in the Big Apple we see Damon strolling about, often shirtless. Then we see anonymous guys jacking off into drinking glasses and a red plastic ice tray whose cubes-to-be are in the shape of little hearts. It’s all rather kinky, not to say bizarre. Eventually Damon puts some frozen sperm cubes in a Pepsi Cola and drinks it. (I hardly think this will give Pepsi the boost to out-sell Coca Cola.)

In New York Damon is treated to “Feeding the Dogg”, Part One and Part Two. The locale may have changed but it's just more of Damon sucking cock and waiting with open mouth for fellows to jack off into it. The monotony being alleviated somewhat by the appearance of Christian, a skinny guy with a mohawk, who assists Damon in sperm swallowing and slurps down a bit of Damon’s own. The DVD case states the running time as 60 minutes. But the film actually runs for 90. There is a scene of unnecessary padding when Damon illustrates how to apply a temporary tattoo. It got to the point where I was hoping Damon had had his last cock, but they just kept appearing. So what we had was 30 minutes of entertainment spread out over an hour and a half.

In short—which the film wasn’t—I found this to be the least interesting of the series. (#4 is still the best!) I have developed a fondness for Damon Dogg and I enjoy him in small bits. It is to be hoped that in future episodes there will be more variety than we had here, and/or the film will be much shorter.