Deep South 1 Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  8/7/2003

New Orleans. The Big Easy. Or, as Falcon calls this, The Big and The Easy.

Private dick Josh Weston has been hired by Senator Race Jensen to locate his promiscuous son, Jeremy Jordan.

Bidding farewell to his lover Vince Ditonnio, Josh prepares to head for the Deep South. With a wiry build, a cock at a 45-degree angle, delectable balls, a shaved sphincter and skin like alabaster; Josh is one hell of a sexy dude. Not only is there no hair on his pouting sphincter, his entire body except for his head and his crotch—and that includes arms and legs—has been completed denuded of hair. This, and the paleness that only red heads have, make him resemble a marble statue come to life. A USN tattoo lets us know he’s flesh and blood. (Hello, sailor!) The contrast with his olive-skinned partner as they roll about on the bed is very nice indeed. He gives his lover a farewell fuck and cums while frigging his dick in Vince’s asscrack.

Now in “Nyalens”, Josh calls on his buddy Jack Ryan who knows everyone and everything in the city. Jack tells Josh of one of Jeremy’s escapades. The orgy begins with a nude Chad Hunt and an equally nude and breath-takingly beautiful Adam Wolfe. For those of you who don’t know Hunt, he has the biggest dick in the business. Wolfe, a finely endowed creature in his own right, does the inconceivable by deep-throating the monster dick. Derek Cameron, Clay Maverick, and Jason Tyler soon join them. Jeremy is seen kneeling before them, pigging out on each dick in turn. Blond little Jeremy looks like a choirboy, but boy, can he suck dick! He finally settles on the biggest of the six—Chad’s. Clay shoves his stiff boner up Derek’s always accommodating ass while Adam slips his to Jason. All return their attention to Jeremy, lifting him up and down on Chad’s tongue. When his little butt is sufficient lubed, they lower him onto Chad’s gigantic throbber. Such a small boy. Such a large cock. It must go all the way to his stomach. The scene ends with Jeremy being drenched in cum.

Meanwhile back at the senator’s, a seemingly distraught Race is being comforted by his butler, Aaron Parker. We get a fleeting image of two voodoo dolls being slapped together and the butler really begins comforting Race now. Race began as Falcon star in the late 80s. Now 15 years later, he looks better than ever. What a bod! If this blond hunk were my daddy, I’d never run away! As he pounds it to Aaron, he sucks the butler’s toes. After their sex, we see a voodoo doll being placed back in a drawer. (Who do voodoo?)

Josh and Jack are sipping sazaracs at a local dive (at least I hope that’s what they should be drinking in this city) when Tommy Brandt comes on to Josh. Tommy’s a cute little blond with a slight resemblance to his namesake, Billy Brandt. (I guess with Billy having flown the Falcon chicken coop they needed another Brandt.) This little pick-up leads Josh to the men’s room and into a stall. Once there, Tommy wastes no time in lowering Josh’s trousers and fishing out his stiff dick. A jealous Jack has followed them and listens to their goings-on. Josh gives some oral attention to Tommy’s rosy sphincter and samples his young dick. He teases Tommy, rubbing his cock between those plump butt cheeks before driving it home. In the heart of passion Tommy overturns a glass which shatters on the floor of the stall. When Josh and Tommy have departed the scene, Jack slips into the stall and picks up a shard of glass and a strand of hair.

Telephoning his lover, Josh lies about being faithful here in sinful city. Making the rounds to the various bars with Jeremy’s picture, he arrives at a bar run by another old Falcon regular, Tom Chase. Tom gives him a drink on the house. Sky Donovan gives him another one. When next we see Josh he has passed out and Tom and Sky are having sex. I’d forgotten how big Tom’s dick was. I bet Sky will not. Josh partly comes to. There is a brief cut-away to Jeremy lying handcuffed in a crumpled bed. Then it’s back to the bar where two naked muscular hunks in bird masks arrive and begin working over the dazed Josh. (I recognized these great bodies as belonging to Jason Hawke and Chris Steele.) Finishing his fuck with Sky, Tom licks his cum from Sky’s ass. Jason and Chris continue to masturbate Josh. Josh manages to grab a dick, too.

Josh wakes up in his hotel room. The phone wakes him. It is the Senator inquiring about his progress.

Cut to: Jeremy on the bed. His captor enters. It is….but I’m not going to tell you and spoil it.

As co-directors, Chi Chi LaRue and John Rutherford make a hell-of-a-team. DEEP SOUTH is Falcon at its best. The plot is intriguing. The sex is scintillating. The performers are to die for. Sets, videography, and production values are top of the line. Gay porn doesn’t get any better than this.

(A review of part two will follow. But as—with a film like this—it takes a long time to recover after every scene, it will take me awhile to complete the viewing.)