Derek Kent's flicks often have such strong underlying narrative scope that you wonder at times how the sex can overcome the story -- which he usually does with aplomb. Sometimes, however, he takes a break from serious scripting and lets the sex shine through, as in this romp through a frat house filled with very horny, hung guys. With several exciting models on hand who have very little previous exposure, this flick has enough of the element of anticipation ("will he bottom ... will he not") to make up for the fact that there are a couple of obvious pure tops on hand, including the international muscle hunk Robert Balint.

It's Pledge Week at the frat house. But no one's home, so Bobby Steel and Zane West decide that it's a good time to fuck. They are in what is obviously a low-ceiling attic which gives them little wiggle room on the small bed, but they make the most of the situation. Both built like swimmers, but sporting rather unique tattoos, these guys are quiet, efficient, and into cock. Bobby, who played a love-starved jock in "Blades," continues to impress with his quiet sexuality -- his semi-jock look works well with his take-charge qualities as he lets the Zack, who is a very cute club-boy type, savor the pleasures of his straight, thin, eight-incher. But you keep noticing that Zack has nothing to fear in the endowment department -- as he services Bobby on his knees and then while he's face-fucked, he sports a long, very thick, pile of meat which finally gets Bobby's attention -- and full deep-throated savoring. After a somewhat lazy 69 session, Bobby throws Zack's legs in the air and plunges into his tight college boy ass, and gives him a missionary and sidesaddle trip which is also short in duration but magnanimous in its results -- heavy spurts of cream from both including a serious bath of Zack's balls and crotch by Bobby's super-thick cum.

Meanwhile, frat president Wade Mohawk comes home and spots pledgemaster Devon Barry in the living room. A darkly handsome middle-class type, Wade compliments Devon on how he is handling his duties in what is known as a simple plot-line exposition. Devon, who bears a facial resemblance to superstar Rod Barry (aren't they being billed as brothers somewhere?) has this shit-eating grin on his face, which suggests he knows how to handle pledges in a special way. The scene dissolves to a quickie in which Matt Fuller, who resembles Wade Mohawk, is complaining on the phone to his dad that the car broke down. Daddy promises to send over a mechanic the next day. End of script.

In the kitchen, jock Roland Dane is chug-a-lugging beer with Ross Stuart, complaining that his coach will be pissed if he's drunk. So, he goes to bed, which leaves the way open for Brett Collins to join Ross for a few swigs. Here are the two hottest guys in the flick: Ross, a perfect preppy-jock type with a square jaw and excellently chiseled body (he made a huge impression in "Blades" in a scene where Brad Benton fucked him on a Zamboni machine). Here he is without his previously blond-tipped locks, but he is just as sexy and in Brett he has a completely different type of man to deal with -- Brett is a crew-cut fireplug with thick thighs who strongly resembles porn star Jason Hawke. Brett asks for a swallow of beer, Ross takes a swig, and kisses Brett to share. Then Brett drops to his knees for some sensuous foreplay with Ross's dick through his boxer shorts, while his buddy spills beer onto his face, then onto his cock as Brett takes the thick, veiny piece for an oral excursion. An expert cocksucker, Brett allows the camera to move with every sucking move -- the close-ups of Ross's cock are startling -- before Brett strips Ross and they plunge into a 69 on the kitchen floor. Here we get a contrast of cocks, bodies, and types -- Brett's cock is longer and thinner than Ross's, but that doesn't stop the preppy from going all the way down. Ross has a body, and particularly an ass, which are as natural, and pale, to serve as a model for sculptors. Brett, more compact, sports just enough body fuzz to get you thinking he will be a major, major bear some day -- and his tan-lined ass shows off brilliantly against the pale skin of his fuckbuddy. Brett throws Ross's legs up in the air and plunges his cock into that perfect ass, missionary-style, then reverses back-to-front in the same position before standing Ross up and fucking him doggy-style against the counter. Both cum in satisfying waves, and you know this will be very well finished in the shower.

Now Devon Barry is ready for a new pledge, the skinny raver type Mike Austin, navel piercing, shaved crotch and all. This is an interesting set-up, with Devon taking charge via a riding crop, and Mike acting the pissy, "potty mouthed" little straight bitch who is about to get fucked real good. The dialogue here is key to the whole scene -- "I ain't no queer, sir," says Mike when asked to suck Devon's mighty thick cock. "You might not be queer, but I bet you're a good cocksucker," comes the reply. Both deliver these, and a variety of other potential howlers, very well, and though Mike has had exposure on some websites and amateur flicks as both a top and bottom (he's very good at both) it's Devon who comes across as extremely professional in every way here. He has that "just drank two beers" puffy face and tummy, slightly covered with fuzz, a sensational, natural body without all the definition of a gym-freak, a great ass (please, someone get him to bottom), and a super-delicious looking thick cock nestled in a forest of hair. He is natural, cocky, sweet, and a hot motherfucker all in one. He takes charge of Mike's cocksucking routine, then drops down to sample Mike's very long, upward-turned tube as well, giving orders all the way: "Did I tell you that you could fuck my face? Keep still." Devon then finger-fucks Mike with a rubber glove before shoving his tool into his skinny ass for a prelude to a side-by-side cum session which ends a pretty deceptive, and hot, scene. Keep the sound on.

Now we visit Roland Dane, who is zonked out in his bed as Wade Mohawk comes in to wake him up. Unable to do so in the conventional way, Wade tosses off his robe, revealing a stunningly thick, hard cock and very toned, natural body, and decides to give Roland a tongue bath and a few cock-rubs. After the immobile Roland gets the subliminal message, he hops up and takes Wade in his arms and we start off on a somewhat disjointed session of kissing and sucking, which leads to a 69 session in which Wade takes out a condom and slips it on Roland's long, skinny, hard dick. Wade is the bottom here, and a super one he is -- he is matinee idol handsome, nicely built, hung like a horse, and a complete opposite of the very bulked up, hairless, one-dimensional Roland. The highlight of the session is a hard thrusting missionary-fuck that keeps Wade's ass pumping and head rolling back and forth until they climax -- he's got a major future if he's coupled with the right guys from now on.

Finally it's time for Matt Fuller's car to get fixed. Up rolls Robert Balint to the frat garage where he sticks his head under the hood as Matt walks in to admire him from behind. Matt is more of a graduate assistant type (he resembles actor Tim Robbins a bit), and as soon as he rubs up against Balint's coveralls, the sparks fly. They kiss, Matt strips Robert down, undresses, and drops to his knees for a morning snack of some Eastern European cock. Meanwhile, Matt is sporting quite a boner himself -- he's remarkably hung and it's good to see an average man type and a bulky muscle god able to be on even terms cockwise. Matt is also an enthusiastic cocksucker, getting Robert hot enough so that he pushes him over to the side of the garage and gives him a roaring doggy-fuck over a cycle before dragging him back to throw him over the car hood for a smashing missionary-fuck. Until then, Robert has been strictly trade, but in the middle of the fuck he pulls out of Matt's ass and dives for some of Matt's very thick appetizing American sausage. Though he gives the usual tippy-tippy-tip kind of head his countrymates are known for, Balint at least gives off the impression that he's hot for this cock, and you would have to be very straight not to be. He then plunges back up Matt's butt for another few chugs, fucking the cum out of him all over the place before he spills his seed on top of the frat boy and they melt into a movie-ending kiss.

This movie satisfies on a number of levels, especially in showcasing the exploits of Brett Collins, Ross Stuart, Devon Barry and Wade Mohawk -- all of whom look to have serious futures. Maybe director Kent can persuade them to come back for a sequel -- a four-way would be absolutely wild.

DVD features: Digitally remastered, no regional coding (playable worldwide), 5.1 digital surround sound, slide-show galleries (hardcore stills as well as one with Robert Balint and Roland Dane, and a separate one for Devon Barry), a chapter of behind-the-scenes bloopers (lots of funny moments, including a post-scene mini-interview sequence with Brett Collins and Ross Stuart where cut-up Bobby Steel pops in toward the end with his special brand of tomfoolery), cast bios and videographies (including credits from other companies) and an easy-to-navigate menu.

A DVD Review by Bo Champion

Derek Kent and his cast of butt-banging beasts are ready to stoke the fire of your frat house fantasies. These boys take their Greek traditions seriously, and they're eager to give the new pledges a lesson in the ways of their own kind of animal house.

The glossy flick opens with Bobby Steel and Zane West upstairs in the frat house. The two boyish beauties get into a passionate 69 before Steel gives West a powerful pounding with his steel rod. West shoots with Steel still inside and ramming. Then Steel pumps his pecker pudding all over West's balls.

After getting Roland Dane drunk, Ross Stuart gets busy with beefy Brett Collins. Using beer for lube, Collins crams his crank into Stuart's boozy bunghole. Stuart has an ass that could convert the straightest frat boy, though Collins certainly didn't need any tempting. Stuart and Collins are a sizzling pair, and their scene is a scorcher.

Pledge master Devon Barry has a challenge with rebel Mike Austin. Despite protestations that he is not queer and not a cocksucker, Austin is soon chowing down on Barry's thick dick. Then Barry lets his latex-covered fingers do the walking as his determined digits explore Austin's ass. Once Austin is plenty loose, Barry lays a forceful fuck into him.

The drunk Dane is sleeping when frat president Wade Mohawk comes in and begins to caress Dane. Both men have gorgeous bodies and skin-on stunners. I think the director was going for a romantic feel, but the performers don't have the charisma or chemistry to pull that off.

Robert Balint is summoned to repair Matt Fuller's car. Instead, Fuller services Balint. He begins with an appreciation of Balint's massive pecs before moving on to a fuller fondness for the muscle god's cock. They rub their phenomenal phalluses together like two desperate campers trying to start a fire. They start more than that, and Balint bangs Fuller's butt and gets vocal encouragement from his randy partner. Fuller shoots, but Balint really scores with his barrage of jizz missiles.

Pledges: It's a Man's World, Part 2, offers plenty of reasons to hang out at the frat house, especially when you see what some of the stars have hanging. Let's hope these college boys keep their grades up as well as they keep their cocks up and ready for action.

- Rod Pierce