Damon Blows America 9: Ft. Lauderdale Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  2/9/2008

College guys go to Ft. Lauderdale for Spring Break. Damon Dogg and his partner in cream go to Ft. Lauderdale for springing cocks. This is the ninth of the series in which cum-pig Damon Dogg and his associates go in search of that ball-made substance and like the Rocky films they are wearing mighty thin. Much of the problem is due to the fact that Damon is not a particularly good cocksucker. Yes, even with all that experience he’s really not very good. The reason is that Damon doesn’t love dick. He only loves cum. As a result his cocksucking is only a mean to an end. Nor does is matter to whom the cock is attached so there are many whose description fits the name Damon has given himself without the extra “g”.

This one starts out with Damon’s pal Christian going down on Damon as both go down in an elevator to the garage. Once in the backseat of the car the blowjob continues as the car moves through the city until Christian gets the cum for which he has labored.

The boys then go to work together with Damon sucking the cock of Dax Franco while Christian chows down on Eric Wolf. Both are grungy gay guys (they kiss while getting blown) so there’s not even the notion that these cocksuckers are going down on two straight guys.

Alex Pitt whom Damon blows next is somewhat better looking although eh would classify as “rough trade”. He cums in Damon’s open mouth and Damon doesn’t miss a drop as we can see when the ejaculation repeated from a second angle.

Phoenix Michaels is actually rather cute. He face-fucks Damon. Once Damon has swallowed the lad’s load Damon keeps sucking, but unlike Phoenix’s namesake, he doesn’t rise again.

Tyson—a black dude—is up next.

After this we see Christian once again getting sucked off by Christian. This time as Damon floats lazily in a pool.

Christian then relives Nick Rhodes, an older hairy dude, of some tension.

Both then take on a returning Alex Pitt.

A scenes with Ryan and one with a bespectacled Collin Knight (the only one that takes place indoors on a bed) conclude this rather tiresome travelogue.