Hollywood Raw Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  7/9/2006

In spite of the fact that as the title suggests the guys fuck bareback, I found this to be one of the least interesting films I’ve viewed in a while. For most of the scenes there is little attempt at a setup, we just go straight to the fucking without even any fellatio beforehand. This, coupled with the fact that the vast majority of the performers are less than average in appearance—in some cases downright homely, left me unmoved. The film consists of a series of unrelated scenes strung together by views of Hollywood including my old haunt the Roosevelt Hotel.

It starts out promisingly enough when Sergio Real (one of the better known and better-looking performers) picks up a less than average guy in the subway. After ascending the escalator, they shower together back at Sergio’s where they suck cock. Then, in the bedroom, Sergio proceeds to fuck the pickup sans condom. The scene did hold a surprise when, after Sergio had fucked him, the pickup drove his bare dick into Sergio. Following this doggy style fuck, Sergio sat on the guy’s dick and rode. Sergio came in the guy’s mouth and the dude swallowed the Italian’s spending. This was—unfortunately—the film’s best scene. The film plunged downhill from there to rise again only briefly in the film’s fourth scene and then sink into a somewhat bizarre fifth and final incident.

Following Sergio and his subway pickup, we find two guys working out at the gym. We know that before long they will be exercising yet another muscle. Neither would win any prizes for beauty. Soon, as expected, one is employing his cock in the other’s behind. They are joined by a third equally unattractive guy who wants to exercise his tool also. Unfortunately it won’t stay hard in the fuckee's ass so the original fucker resumes his penis-plunging.

Amazingly, they actually managed to find two performers who were even less attractive than the preceding for scene three. I don’t even want to talk about them.

I said things came up a bit in scene four and they do—but not by much (and my dick still didn't). In this episode Scott Mann (looking rather longer in the tooth than usual) gets a phone call from Erik Mann who is flying in. (In the behind the scenes section, Scott forgets which of these noms de porn is his.) We get an aerial view now of the city and of LAX, before we cut for continuity to Scott and Erick driving up to Scott’s abode. We then jump-cut to the two seated side by side totally naked. Ryan Foxx (the film’s best looking performer, although a bit plump) walks in as starkers as Scott and Erik and is introduced to Erik as Scott’s lover. (It’s a very open relationship.) Erik fondles Ryan’s chest upon their meeting. Ryan is told there’s a new houseboy so he heads off to the kitchen for some coffee (which he doesn’t get) and some ass (which he does).
The new houseboy is a slender (make that skinny) young Brazilian known only as Nino. This is Portuguese for “I lull to sleep”. (I’m not making this up!) Ryan walks into the kitchen pulls down the houseboy’s shorts and inserts his prick. It’s just slam, bang, thank you, houseboy. We cut to the living room where the Manns are sucking cock. Back in the kitchen Ryan just keeps plowing into Nino until the young Brazilian cums (and I'm almost lulled to sleep). Suddenly, as though he has just materialized like a character in ‘Bewitched’, Ryan is seen with the others in the living room where he is getting his cock sucked and eventually fucks Erik.

The last scene brings the film to a shuddering end. We join Joe Romero already engaged in fucking a guy known only as ‘Bud’. I used to find Joe Romero a very sexy butch stud. Alas, Joe has gone to pot (literally). Perhaps that’s why he is reduced to appearing in bareback films. (I’ve noticed that when performers are no longer in demand for conventional porn they start doing bareback films.) Bud is—well, Bud is unique. This guy is covered with so many tattoos that there is now more ink on display than flesh. And then there are the piercings. There are many in the ears. One in the nose. Three in the chin. Both Nipples have rings. The navel, too. And the piercings are so incredibly numerous on the testicles and scrotum that I couldn’t count them. When this guy attempts to board a plane in Los Angeles, he must set off metal detectors as far away as Cleveland.

If simply seeing any kind fucking as long as it’s bareback gets you off, then by all means check it out. But those with more discriminating taste should seek to find their stimulation elsewhere. As I never got really involved in this one I started wondering if guys who did these bareback videos were really in desperate need of a job or if they got more money taking such risks. And if the latter is the case, do bottoms get more than tops?