Full Grown Full Blown Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  11/12/2008

It is difficult to believe that anyone as stunning as Vladimir Correa is a virgin, but that’s what we are asked to believe for the plot of this film. Although Vladimir is a virgin he has uncontrollable fantasies. His fantasies comprise four of the five scenes. In the final scene reality replaces fantasy.

In the first fantasy we have Matt Hawks sitting on a locker room bench stroking his cock. (Matt is not the stuff of fantasy in my dreams. I can do better.) Cute chunky Matt Forrest enters the locker room to change. (This Matt I can fantasize about.) He pretends not to notice Hawks, but it’s “hard” to be in a room where someone is masturbating and not notice. When Hawks motions Forrest over, young Forrest obeys like a little bird hypnotized by a snake. After going down on Hawk’s snake—ur, cock—Forrest bottoms for the unappealing chicken hawk. (I’m really mixing my metaphors here.) Interestingly, Forrest has quite a remarkable cock, incredible in its thickness. I always think that the performer with the biggest cock should be the top in a scene. Otherwise it seems to be the waste of good meat. That’s certainly the case here.

This fantasy has gotten Vladimir hot, and he begins to fondle himself. He will be seen to be getting hotter as his fantasies progress.

Little Ricky Rhodes is little only in statue. Little is not an adjective that can be applied to his dick. The cute lad is lying on the bed playing with his oversized flesh toy when Chris Thompson sidles onto the bed with him. They give one another head and then Chris fucks Ricky. Once again the guy with the biggest cock bottoms and I don’t know why. I’ve seen Chris in a number of films and he was an admirable bottom. So why is he topping here? Maybe he and Ricky flipped a coin. If so, bad toss.

Blond Bobbie Davis has the hots for John Davenport and slips in to watch John do some carpentry work. (I have the hots for Bobbie.) As John hammers nails, Bobbie wishes that John would hammer into him. His wish is soon fulfilled. Tony Franco wanders in a nonchalantly joins the duo, proving that two’s company and three’s a crowd. (Fuck off, Tony!)

Jean-Jacques Le Bon is indeed très bon and would be très magnifique if it weren’t for a yucky mustache. This stud is a renaissance sculpture come to life. Kneeling on a bed he takes l’étrangler le borgne in hand for a little l‘auto-gratification. (This performer is better known as François Papillon.)

Finally Correa gets some real sex. The lucky recipient is Cole Taylor. This attractive young performer goes down on Correa’s uncut cock. It is an erotic treat when someone like Correa, who is the stuff that fantasies are fed on, actually sucks a dick. He does so here, and kisses as if he really means it. He tops Cole (finally the one with the biggest cock tops) and brings Cole, himself, the film, and probably the viewer to a climax.

This is only a slightly better than average film. The unattractive Hawks mars the first scene in the same way that the pencil thin mustache mars the godlike Le Bon.
The scene with Rhodes and Thompson is a perfunctory performance although Thompson is always a pleasure to view. The scene with Davenport, Davis, and Franco never reaches its full potential.
The final scene is indubitably the hottest since few things can surpass the vision of a stiff cock entering the mouth of an idyllic guy. We usually have to go to Kristen Bjorn for that.