The first of the Trucking Trilogy, conceived and directed by Joe Gage, "Kansas City Trucking Co." (1976) set a host of standards for gay fuck films which have been copied, imitated, but never improved upon, over the ensuing quarter century. The trilogy follows the work and sex life of Richard Locke across the country, proceeding to the "El Paso Wrecking Corp." before ending up in Los Angeles for the inestimable finale of the series, "L.A. Tool & Die," which is in a league of its own and demands a separate review.
The modus operandus in all three flicks, however, is approximately the same: The soundtrack is almost always traditional or contemporary country music -- it's constant; there are only one or two sustained, start-to-finish sex scenes in each movie -- most of them are edited into the context of the narrative or to complement another sex scene; and all of the men are real -- bears, hunks, studs -- whatever you want to call them, they appear, act, suck and fuck like straight American macho dudes. It is the latter feature of each movie which is so exceptionally exciting as to have qualified the trilogy as an instant classic, and which helps it maintain its hold on our sexual appetites to this day.
Locke, a tall, lanky, defined, bearded bear -- with an appetite for cock that just won't quit -- is picking up a new kid to train as a tractor-trailer driver on their way across country. He stops into headquarters to greet the dispatcher, the great blond cock-hound Jack Wrangler, and we are simultaneously introduced to Steven Boyd, the trainee, who is showering in the apartment he shares with his "old lady." Boyd is a hot young defined ultra-straight looking hunk with a cock that is displayed in full regalia as he soaps up. Meanwhile, our edit finds us back at the dispatch office where Locke daydreams that Wrangler has set his sights on Locke's massive cock. By the time Boyd arrives, Locke has imagined feeding his cock to both of Wrangler's orifices, and we are treated to Wrangler's unique gobbling style and Locke's power doggy-fuck through Wrangler's jock.
The trip begins with a lot of pan shots of trucks and highways, and dialogue which has a seductive brace of innuendoes from Locke to the somewhat cowered Boyd. A dude (Dave Tremmell) in a cowboy hat breezes by in a convertible, waves to Locke, who implies to Boyd that they've done something with each other in a pit stop in Wichita. The dude picks up a hitchhiker in cut-offs (Skip Sheppard), and we next see them parked on the side of the road, Sheppard (a blond post-twink) kneeling on Tremmell's car hood jerking off and creaming all over the windshield as the dude pulls his own pud to climax. Not satisfied, Sheppard leans over the hood and Tremmell eats his ass out (with his cowboy hat still on) before they repair to the woods where Tremmell creams a load into Sheppard's anxious mouth and wiggles it as his boy-toy cleans it all off.
Now back in the truck's cab, Boyd nods off and has a dream, about Jack Wrangler, who goes into the kind of self-adoration solo which helped make him such a porn icon. Simply masterful, and you will marvel at the size of this man's dick, and its beauty, and the setting, which is a dark warehouse, and camera angles, which are cleverly framed and edited, enhance the heat. Coming from one who is not an aficionado of solos, that is a very high compliment.
Next morning, Boyd picks up a straight porn magazine in the cab and starts rubbing his cock. Locke reaches for a pack of matches in the kid's crotch and starts to rub it. "Looks like you could use a little action," Locke opines, and they pull off the road and the kid pulls his cock out and goes into action as Locke taunts him with some hot, pre-phone-sex era verbal encouragement to a slick, climax -- and follows with one of his own.
Boyd starts dreaming again and finds himself back in the dispatch office, naked and feeding his tube to an adoring Wrangler, spilling beer into Jack's mouth as lube for his hungry tongue before blowing all over Jack's willing face and mouth.
Two hot college students, Duff Paxton and Bud Jasper, cruise up to the truck in another convertible, toking on a joint and fondling each other's hot cocks. Locke looks down, smiles, honks his truck whistle, and waves them on. They come upon a deserted barn alongside the road and spot a beautiful naked man in the window and go to explore. This is Kurt Williams, who bears a slight resemblance to both Jon King and J.W. King -- shaggy hair, mustache, and big cock. A shot of a serpent tattooed on his left arm gives us reference for the free-for-all which follows in which all three (especially Williams) show a hunger for cock that is brilliantly reflective of the situation -- stoned men, unbearably hot weather, abandoned hut in the middle of the desert. Paxton fucks Jasper doggy-style as Jasper sucks off Williams to a climax, and then Williams -- in one of the great cum-eating scenes of all time -- brings Paxton (who is standing on a box) to climax until Paxton shoots a hot creamy load into Williams' mouth. The beautiful Williams lovingly cleans up the cock and then shoves his own cock back into Jasper's throat, and cums into his mouth while Paxton's cum is still dripping from his own mustache and lips. Pirated over the Internet by many sites, this has become one of the greatest scenes in gay porn history, and it's well worth watching in full.
The finale is set in a truck stop, specifically in the locker room and bunk area, where Boyd, increasingly horny and confused, takes a lower bunk, pulls out his cock, and observes as Locke instructs the newcomers: "Let him watch." Men come into the dark room -- the scene is very dark but has excellent highlights -- cocks are whipped out, and tongues and lips go to work. Locke get on his back in a lower bunk and reaches up with his throat to an uncut hardon protruding from the bed above and gives it loving head as Boyd reaches a tremendous climax watching it. Wrangler is back and explodes into a young stud's mouth. Someone jumps on Boyd, pulls down his jeans and cradles his head as men stroke and cum all around him. Locke takes load after load in his face while on his back, legs in the air, Boyd in ultra-heat, dry-humping him to pleas of "come on, fuck me kid," but the kid never does. Instead, Locke and another bear finish the kid off by swallowing his airborne load again and again in a psychedelically-induced haze which is tough to follow, but easy to watch.
Then the kid wakes up.
"Kansas City Trucking Co." is more than a porn flick, more than a great gay film -- it is a pioneering example of porn as art. Gage created a furor -- most of it highly favorable -- with this one flick and it sure as hell set the standard for others, such as Titan Studios, to follow.
A DVD Review by Bo Champion
