The jazzy New Orleans music is back and Josh is on a trolley rumbling down St. Charles Street. In that delicious outfit again. (He could be sexy modeling potato sacks. He could be sexy standing next to the guy modeling potato sacks. He could be sexy eating a potato. Brent, snap back again!) Our hero nervously goes to the police to tell him about the weird occurrence at the hands of Tom Chase. Chris Steele, who has never looked better, has a drawl as thick as the grand over-the-top acting performance he delivers, is the sheriff, with tough-looking deputy Jason Hawke (who grows more indispensable and just plain hotter with every video) looking on. Chris pooh-poohs Josh's story, sends him off and then turns to Jason and remarks "I should have sucked him off when I had the chance." (Take a guess at whom the masked men the night before were.) Jason is all about consolation prizes, so he offers his dick to Chris, who tells him instead to show off his ass. Chris is full of friendly Southern dirty-talk as he goads Jason into tasting is own fingers, while showing off his magnificent hole for the delectably handsome and hairy Chris. Chris finally joins the fray and pokes and licks the gorgeous ass himself, encouraging Jason to rub all up against his face for maximum rimming power. Jason then gives Chris a lavish face-reddening deep-throat on what has to be one of the hardest dicks ever. Chris then gives a blowjob to Jason that is tip-top, scarfing down all of the cock, telling Jason how much he "loooooves the pretty little uncut cock" as it slides effortlessly and fully down his throat. After they are finished with their sucking, they tear out of their clothing, and Chris throws Jason on the desk for some down-home fucking. The insertion is a snap, but Chris takes the fuck, at first, teasingly slow. However, once all is comfy, Chris grabs his nipple, drizzles spit downward and fucks like the superstar he is. A thank-you is in order to the director who decided to shoot lots of it over Chris' shoulder, meaning that the line of vision has to trail down Chris' beautiful chest hair and flat-as-a-board stomach. Chris goes for a big fuck, full of in-and-out shots, full of oomph, and he has a more than willing partner in quiet Jason. It's just the natural thing for them. After the fucking, there is a bit of business with Jason getting fucked by a nightstick before Jason cums on Chris' chest and then dry-fucks the same chest, followed by Chris cumming very strongly on Jason's handsome face.

A furious Race explains to Jeremy why he abducted him. "And you're not happy unless I'm tied up, Daddy," Jeremy retorts before begging him to untie him. As he's doing that, Race gets smacked over the head by a golf club.

In another part of town, Nino Bacci, looking as yummy and humpy as ever, shows up at Jack's house for a trick session. Nino is a little taken aback by all the candles and the voodoo doll he accidentally sits on, but when Jack demonstrates its power on Nino, he just says "cool" and bends over to kiss Jack. Nino laps up Jack's cock from outside the underwear. But, he gets it live after not too long and proves himself even more full of talent. He slurps from the bottom of the balls to the top of the dick, which is a mighty long trip. Never one to rest, Nino then rims Jack, eating the butt but not forgetting a few sucks of the cock as well, turning Jack almost perpendicular to find a good rimming position. Jack likes what he's getting, so he gives a butt-munch back to Nino, who has just a touch of hair left around his butthole. Working backward to trace Nino's steps, Jack then blows Nino's incredibly thick dick and ready balls. Nino helps Jack along with an inspiring 69. Nino then fucks Jack, sitting on the bed but thrusting upwards into him, not even using his hands at times. Nino is magnificently active, really taking his thrusting seriously and just hammering away at Jack, the bed squeakin' something awful! They then flip-flop, with Jack standing off the bed and taking Nino missionary. Soon enough, Nino cums being fucked and Jack grabs both of their dicks to jack himself off.

Jeremy is still tied up, but there's a bizarre scene where he cums, hands-free, just by watching his knocked-out father on the floor. "Wake up! Help me!" he whines. Meanwhile, Josh gets a mysterious call inviting him to a masquerade party. "I'll be wearing a mask and so should you," is all the guy says. So, Josh goes trotting off to a costume store run by ravishing drag queen Bradley Harrison Picklesimer, who delivers him into the hands of her assistant, Matthew Rush, for the final decision.

The voodoo dolls kiss again and so do Josh and Matthew once they are alone and over the whole choosing-a-mask episode. Now, if this isn't a crash of the titans, I'm not sure what is. It's a literal collision of two of Falcon's most indispensable performers. Matthew manages to look even bigger than ever, with those big bitable lips just teasing anyone watching him. They grope and kiss heatedly as they rip each other out of their clothing and Josh takes his time weaving Matthew's cock out of his pants. Josh proves himself to be quite an oral pro, conquering fully the fat cock before him, taking it all the way down to the base of its sublime thickness. All this with a handsome trail of spittle coming from his mouth as proof. This is not a fast blowjob, but instead something far more sensual. Matthew then chomps down on Josh's cock, taking all he can with his big face and lusty tongue. Beefy Matthew then actively rims Josh, to peals of long solid "aaaaaahs" from the hero. The paws Matthew calls hands splay into individual fingers and start sliding up Josh's ass. Two fingers make it inside, but Josh switches the tide to rim Matthew, which is quite a chore because if those muscular buttcheeks clamp down on a face between them, it's liable to be the end of the face. But, Josh trumps Matthew's muscle and turns in a fantastic ass-munch. With an air of supreme knowledge, Matthew puts on a condom and prepares to fuck Josh. Josh is tight and Matthew is huge, but Matthew works very hard to overcome those delightful issues, shoving his cock deeply in. The camera is close enough to really show the stretch on Josh's asshole, and it's worth every second of film. Josh then sits on Matthew and rides, showing his real mettle when he's back in control. By now, he's wide open to the cock, so he gets a little clever with his action, playing with speeds and arching his body backwards to tug at the inserted cock. Matthew is in a state of glory and Josh is very clearly in the throws of ecstasy. Once he's had enough, Josh parks his feet on Matthew's trunk thighs and lets out another incredible spasm of cum. He then jacks off his partner.

Josh, in a cape and mask, alights his carriage and makes his way into a spooky manse for the party. There are a slew of guys already there. The participants: slim goodie Brad Benton, cute blond Christian Taylor, big-lipped round-faced Daniel Sinclair, handsome brunet Andrew Phillips, heavy-hung Jimmy McGuire leading the pack, and long-haired Anthony Shaw. The action of this orgy is lovingly put together by flashy editing and the obvious lusty travels of the cameraman. All of the guys attack lucky Anthony, with Daniel blowing him and Andrew eating his ass. Then Christian and Andrew get to blow Josh, with Anthony joining Christian next for some sharing, which they of course do agreeably, and which of course there is more than enough cock for. There are just cocks in throats and faces in asses all over the place, soon enough joined by some wanton dicks slicing into butt as well. The main fuck to watch is Anthony getting pounded by Jimmy. Anthony is straddling Jimmy, who goes a mile-a-minute upwards into his ass. It is one hell of a fuck. Josh fucks Brad, which is smooth and intense. Brad has a whomping good time, his hair flying all over the place as he passionately feels the fuck. Christian takes some fucking before Josh is ready to deliver another award-worthy cum-shot, followed by a bevy of beauties from the other guys.

After he's done, Josh is followed out of the party by Tom Chase. Tom reveals to him a clue in the plot that I won't reveal, but he also tells him that Jack has been obsessed with him forever in wrapping up that clue nicely. The script is detailed and sensible on these twists. Suddenly, a voodoo doll is stabbed and Tom falls dead, but not before whispering his final words in soap-opera fashion.

Josh's travels now take him to the part of New Orleans we had to visit eventually, the Bayou. All kinds of seediness resides here. Josh looks like a fish out of the muddy water, but he comes upon the shack where Jeremy had been held, aghast at the amazing squalor of the place. All he finds is a voodoo doll with a pin stuck in it. Jeremy is gone.

When he returns to Jack's house, he finds Jack, waiting for him, having spent his "whole life" having done so, with Jeremy chained to the bed. (Again, I won't go into the plot here and reveal all of the lush turns of it.) Josh tries to get Jack to free Jeremy, but Jack is the one who ends up winning. As Josh goes to unlock Jeremy, Jack grabs his hand and starts sucking his fingers. Josh is drawn to it, and the tension of the moment is palpable. You aren't sure whether Josh is doing it to free Jeremy and run, or whether he's being truly tempted by Jack. Ultimately, it doesn't much matter, because we know there's plenty of time for tricks of mind and tricks of sex. Jack and Josh kiss over a clearly confused Jeremy, while Josh reaches down to feel Jeremy's body. Josh then pries Jack's dick out of his pants and sucks it, all with Jeremy still tied up. Josh gives a slow, elegant blowjob, cautious to highlight all the inches of the long throbbing cock as they go in and out of his very wet mouth. They finally free Jeremy so he can join in, taking over on Jack and then sucking the two big boys alternately and at once. After that, the trio tumbles in a series of patterns that finds Josh sucking, getting rimmed by both guys, and so on and so forth. It's very carefully worked out so that Josh is still the focus of the scene and the ardor Jack has for him is the driving force of the action. The ever pliable Jeremy is turned on his head so Jack can eat his ass and not have to bend, or rather drive his tongue into his ass, for that's a more apt description -- leading up to the grand moment when Jeremy parks himself on Josh's cock. The finale fucking shows Josh at his best and most vigorous (not that he's ever been anything but), with Jeremy matching his skills set not only in bottoming, but by blowing Jack as rapidly as he's getting fucked. Josh growls sparks of intensity, and it's obvious that the scene between Josh and Jeremy is the real deal. Josh then gets to fuck all the stuffing out of Jack as well. With Jeremy sucking his dick inches away -- Jack finally gets to feel what it's like to have Josh fuck him. (Back in the plot, are we wondering whether Josh is fucking Jack so hard because he wants to or due to anger?) Then there's one surprise left, which is Josh getting fucked by Jack. Jeremy jacks Josh off as he's getting plowed, which ends up in Josh spilling the last of his now-unique too-big-to-measure goo deposits. After Jack cums, Josh locks him in the cuffs and spirits Jeremy to safety. But is that the end? (A brief postscript shows us things might not be as they always seemed.)

It's been a long time since there was a porn extravaganza with the magnitude and force of "Deep South." Directors Chi Chi LaRue and John Rutherford absolutely outdo themselves in creating a vivid piece full of complex characters, a sturdy well-developed plot, thanks to Jordan Young, and some of the most gnawing sexual force you're likely to find any time soon. Dependable videographers Todd Montgomery and Max Phillips do fantastic work, finding little places to really hammer in the excitement of the scenes, all scored beautifully and somewhat eerily by E.M. Diaz. The locale of New Orleans is a wonderful supporting player and the opulent old-style French rooms they find for the action are picture-perfect, as well as the outfits supplied by supporting star and costumer Nino Bacci. Most of all, though, star Josh Weston is the best reason to delight your way through the sexual sorcery that is "Deep South."

Put simply, this is gay porn at its best.

A Video Review by Brent Blu

Part Two of this Falcon extravaganza opens with private dick Josh Weston talking to the local police about the missing persons case he is investigating. Only New Orleans cops Chris Steele and Jason Hawke laugh at Weston's story about a missing senator's son and bartender Tom Chase drugging Weston and bringing him to a back room orgy. A frustrated Weston leaves the police station, but officers Steele and Hawke remember how hot the P.I.'s body was at the orgy. They were the masked pair who jacked him off the night before, but he never saw their faces.

The horned-up pair decides to get it on right there in the station, slowly stripping out of their uniforms. What follows is one of the hottest, horniest sex scenes of the year. These two studs are so into each other and the scortching hot sex they are having that the scene never slows down. Hawke shows off his round ass and then gets it finger-fucked and licked by Steele. Both guys take turns slurping on each other's poles before Steele completely strips down, showing off his all-new, all-hot body. He's always been a handsome guy with a big, buff bod, but now he's shredded a good 20 pounds of mass and looks even hotter than before. Steele slides his big, thick, hairy bone along Hawke's ass crack before finally slipping on a rubber and sliding it home. The hot young cop gets his ass plowed good and hard on the office desk before taking a lubed-up police billy club up his hole. Hawke ends up shooting his uncut cock all over Steele's furry pecs while the older cop shoots his jizz all over Hawke's face and chest. The guys are phenomenal, and this scene explodes with lust. A great opener to a second act!

Meanwhile, poor Weston is looking for the blond senator's son, Jeremy Jordan, but he's tied up in a shack on the bayou, a prisoner of his own father, Race Jensen. As father and son discuss their fucked-up relationship, Jensen gets smacked over the head by an assailant and knocked out. Before we can find out who dunnit, we're back to the home of Weston's old friend, Jack Ryan. Ryan's escort/hustler friend, Nino Bacci, is making a house call. Before the two hotties can get it on, Bacci discovers Ryan's voodoo dolls. After a brief demonstration, the pair makes out and strips down on Ryan's bed. They take turns deep-throating and rimming each other before Ryan gets his ass invaded by Bacci's thick, uncut meat. The muscular Bacci really rams it hard into Ryan but is soon on his back, taking Ryan's bone up his tight hole. The hard-thrusting action causes both studs to blow all over Bacci's abs.

Weston runs into Bacci as he leaves Ryan's house, and the friends snipe at each other until Weston admits he needs Ryan's help with the case. Back on the bayou, a naked but tied up Jordan writhes around on a mattress until he achieves a hands-free orgasm while looking at his unconscious father. Don't ask! Weston gets a teaser phone call from Chase, telling him that if he wants the blond boy, to show up in a mask. So the private eye goes to a costume shop. Luckily, this costume shop has the always hunky Matthew Rush as an assistant. Trying on masks goes so well that the two muscle studs decide to make out and grope each other. Soon Weston is on his knees, getting his throat plowed by Rush's thick battering ram while the big man moans. Weston's pale porker is put into play as Rush deep-throats the long bone before tongue-fucking Weston's freckled rump. Weston returns the favor, diving facefirst into Rush's luscious ass mounds while jacking his dick. Finally, Rush slides his bone into Weston's tight pucker and plows away. Man, can Rush fuck! Weston gets his hole reamed in a variety of positions before the plowing makes him shoot his load. He gives Rush a helping hand, jacking of the top stud to a huge orgasm. While the action in this scene is without a doubt sizzling, it's strange that Weston would cheat with a store clerk after just getting off the phone with his lover, who he's vowed to be faithful to. Up until now, he hasn't strayed (yes, he was jacked off by Steele and Hawke but was drugged, and does jacking off count as cheating?) but he picks this time and place to cheat. Not that Rush wouldn't tempt most of us to stray!

In a Southern version of Eyes Wide Shut, Weston, decked out in cape and mask, takes a carriage to a mansion where an orgy is taking place. Brad Benton, Jimmy McGuire and four other studs (some young blonds) are getting it on while a circle of men in capes and masks watch. Eventually, Weston gets drawn into the sexplay while the ring of masked men watch and stroke. The action in this scene is hard to follow. We don't really get long establishing shots but instead get quick cuts of faces in crotches. Whose crotch? Who knows: When the ass fucking starts things get better, with young redhead McGuire pounding the hell out of Anthony Shaw's ass. Weston rams his rod into Benton's bubble butt, and then Christian Taylor takes a seat on the detective's dick. Partners change places a few times before everyone shoots all over Shaw's beautiful muscular bod. Weston takes off when the action ends but is caught outside by Chase. The two compare notes and figure out that Ryan is crazy and in love with Weston and set up the whole kidnapping situation. Before Chase can tell Weston where Jordan is located, voodoo claims the life of Chase. Weston finds a map to the bayou on Chase's corpse, but when he arrives, Jordan is gone, and only voodoo dolls remain.

Hightailing it over to Ryan's, Weston finds Jordan chained to Ryan's bed. The voodoo dude explains that he used the kidnapped blond as bait to lure Weston back to him. While letting Jordan loose, things get passionate between Weston and Ryan, and the two start to make love. They free Jordan so that the young blond can take turns sucking their cocks. Ryan and Jordan rim Weston, but it's Jordan's ass that ends up getting fucked as he sits on Weston's big pole. The blond sucks Ryan while his ass is plowed by Weston, and then it's Ryan's turn to get fucked by Weston's mighty cock. The detective lies on his back and takes Ryan's cock up his ass, causing him to blow his load. Ryan and Jordan follow suit, but there's no time for afterglow. Weston chains Ryan to the bed and returns Jordan home. Back home in L.A. with his lover, Weston is making love but is stopped by a voodoo pain - this time caused by a mischievous Jordan! The End?

The sex in this second part is really, really good, with the Steele/Hawke and Rush/Weston pairings really turning up the heat. Sadly, the big orgy scene near the end is a bit flat. And while the sex is mostly great, the plot really suffers in this segment. I know, "Who cares about the plot?" Well, we all do. We just sat through two tapes of it! Stupid stuff like the infidelity, hands free orgasm and "What happened to the senator?" come to mind. Last we saw, Jensen was bleeding at the base of his skull. He could be dead for all we know. To put this much effort into something and then let plot elements hang it up just isn't right. Thankfully, the appeal of the performers and the white-hot sex will have you fast-forwarding through the plot lines the second and third times you watch this tape.  

- Ryan Williams