I'm not one to tell anyone what to do with their fashion choices, but someone might want to psssst! the guys in "Trunks" that their bathing suits are way too small. They keep popping out of them. Dicks burst out, asses burst out. I mean, how can one swim with the constant fear of popping out of your super sexy trunks? What? Oh, that's the point! Ah, well, in that case, I hope none of these guys ever realize there is anything but a size extra small in tight swimming trunks, because though they look great in them, they look so much better out of them, and perform to the hilt in another Steven Scarborough extravaganza.
Hairy-chested rugged Enzo Girmaldi actually strips off his trunks before entering the Jacuzzi. He then splashes water all over himself to be even more mouthwatering, and into the water comes Kirk Ziegler, an amazingly handsome smooth man with a beard. He brings a heat with him that is immediately more than the one noticeably emitted by the eddying water. Enzo sucks Kirk's giant curved cock with supreme ability, using his entire torso to throw himself into a dead-on deep-throat. After the master class in sucking, Enzo turns Kirk around to eat his ass with the same absorbing passion. On a nearby table, Kirk fucks Enzo. The sun glistening off their bodies, Kirk nastily slams his way around Enzo's ass, rocking his bottom and the table. Kirk keeps up a pounding pace the entire time, his own butt as clenched as can be as he rips into his partner. Kirk is even more agile when Enzo is flat on the ground to be fucked. Big vascular Enzo sits and rides on Kirk, setting his own pace now and taking Kirk as far down as possible. Enzo takes it from Kirk underneath and remains hard the whole time. Enzo leans back to shoot his load with Kirk still in him. Cool and content, Kirk stares into his partner's eyes with intent as he releases a shot that goes at least a foot into the air.
Owen Hawk, his own boisterous bubble-butt poked out, has been watching this scene from his window, and calls over Jason Hawke to watch as well. Owen wrangles Jason's imperious round bum from its towel and rims it with loving grace. Jason seems to get more magically muscular with each passing film, and he looks better than ever here. Owen is all but glowing as he eats Jason's ass, stretching his jaw wide to take in as much as possible. Jason gulps away at Owen's cock next, easily deep-throating his excited uncut partner, who bounces on the arm of the couch as he takes in the sucking. This turns it into quite a face-fucking, which Jason handles with sublime ease. Owen sucks Jason with his customary excellence, slurping it down as the camera works up and down Jason's body to show it off. It's Jason who takes the fuck, riding on Owen as they kiss. It's a smooth effortless ride, handled by these pros with such simplicity. It's not the size of the fuck, it's the chemistry that makes it so hot. Owen finds himself back on the couch's arm to get plowed by strong Jason, holding onto Owen's cock for good measure. Their flip-flop is just as beautiful, with Jason upping the power and Owen's hard cock proving it's working. It is a sight to behold when the camera comes up close, showing both perfect asses in the shot. For my money, it doesn't get any better, but the fact that there is a cock working between them is delicious icing! Jason takes Owen doggy on the sofa and they hit their big stride here with the best anal action of the scene. Not done yet, Owen fucks Jason sideways on the floor with big energy until Jason pops up to his own chest. Owen has a big creamer to follow.
Thunder rattles as the next scene begins, heralding not only the entrance of rain, but also that of Marco Paris and Jack Ryan. Marco takes refuge from the rain at the main desk where Jack shows him what they do at the resort when there is no sun. Jack grabs Marco by the tank top and the two make out with lips and tongues ablaze. Jack, cock curved right at the top, is fully hard when Marco releases him from his undies to blow him. Ever the worker bee, Marco opens wide as Jack pushes his cock all the way down Marco's throat. Full of amazing ability, Marco makes sure it all fits. His blowjob works the usually laconic Jack into a wonderful hardcore mode. By the time he gets around to eating Marco's delectable ass, he's in full tease mode, licking lightly with Marco all but begging for more. Jack is bent in half next to Marco can aggressively rim him, spitting into his hairy hole and chasing it with a lusty tongue. Not moving Jack from the furniture, Marco then fucks him. Jack, always a dependable topman, takes Marco's blasting pound wonderfully, allowing Marco to play with speeds and styles. Jack does turn on him and fuck Marco, sprinting ahead with a jabbing fuck, his knuckles clenches to show how much he wants Marco's ass. Marco's face registers the sexy delight his butt is receiving from Jack's power pound. Marco rides on Jack, knowing no bounds of speed or height. The hugeness of the fuck gets Marco cumming with Jack in his ass to the balls.
Bathed in golden morning sun, Shane Rollins, tattooed and hairy, loves himself alone. His cock is fully hard and his fingers probe both it and his ass hole. Can someone else at the resort be a fan of morning sex? It seems that Shane is in dire need of a partner to quench his horniness (sexy though his solo work is). Within moments, beefy hairy Troy Punk ambles over, tucked into one of those revealing swimsuits. Off it comes to reveal a boner that shouldn't have physically fit and Troy gets busy helping Shane's cock with a passionate sucking. In keeping with the waking spirit of the morning, Shane keeps the scene paced perfectly when he blows Troy. Shane sits on Troy's face to get his hairless ass eaten, crashing it down on Troy's lapping tongue. The camera watches often from the vantage point of Troy's chest, an attraction all of its own! Shane grinds his hips and forces Troy to give him the best blowjob-slash-rimjob possible, not that Troy complains in the least. Troy then fucks Shane, it's a damn good one, too, as Troy sizzles fucking Shane, so wanting it. Shane fucks Troy sideways on the copious pool chair, drilling him hard as Troy keeps his leg high in the air. Shane has a blast when his abs lead a missionary-fuck into Troy, pushing in the full length of the cock and twisting Troy into a pretzel to keep the fuck heated at all times. Troy is all elegance when he rides on Shane, ramrod straight and scooping in Shane all the way. The shots from both men are very big.
Fredrick Ford, his abs numbering in the hundreds, is casually reading a magazine as beefcake wonder Alex Fuerte and reedy tattooed Ricky Martinez chatter away in the pool. They want Fredrick to get hot for them, and he does, his two-fist size hardon making staying in his blue trunks impossible. Off they come and over to it come the Latin teasers. Fredrick grabs each of their cocks in hand, but Alex is soon on his knees sucking Fredrick's awesome cock, managing to have room for Ricky's wowing thickness as well. It's lucky for these two Alex is so greedy for dick. It's lucky for Alex that these two are individually hung bigger than seems possible. But there goes Alex, deep-throating both of them! There has been a ton of great oral work throughout this flick, but Alex, with two dicks to handle, may just be the highlight of it all. The trio is soon on its knees for a rimming chain that defines the poolside sexiness of the flick. Fredrick lovingly takes on Alex's mammoth ass while the latter goes wild for Ricky, who eggs him on with dirty-talk in two languages. Ricky, still yammering away with piggish fun, gets a delicious blowjob from Alex as Fredrick quietly fucks the latter. Fredrick slams into Alex's mound of an ass with, met with backwards pushing from the ass, and Alex doesn't lose a second of peppiness sucking Ricky. Taking all of Fredrick can't possibly be easy, but Alex does it while simultaneously concentrating on a world-class blowjob. Alex finds himself on his back on the table, Fredrick still fucking him, but now Fredrick is blowing Ricky. Alex has passed the multitasking baton to Fredrick, who handles it with fantastic authority. Fredrick pulls out to land a load on Alex's meaty ass and then Ricky finishes on Fredrick's chest. Big Alex goes last. Or so it seems. Suddenly, the guys are inside, with Fredrick in the middle of a glamorous fuck. Taking Ricky from behind and giving it to Alex, he tops and bottoms with a wide smile on his face. Ricky pushes hard at Fredrick, who not only takes all of Ricky's thickness but fuck Alex with an entirely different speed. As they sit together and jack off, Ricky sucks his own cock, helped a bit by Fredrick's probing tongue. This time, Alex cums first. Fredrick follows and then Ricky ends this spectacular scene.
Poolside romps are a porn staple, but "Trunks," filmed at La Posada resort in Palm Springs ( http://www.LaPosada.com ), is an example of how to take the usual and make it supernatural. Packed so tight with expert cast members that one more could tip the ship, Steven Scarborough seems to simply rattle off this tale, easy as 1-2-3. Nothing is that easy, for it's is filled with hard work that leads to enormously successful conclusion. But, the luckiest guy is unseen: the man who had to go and collect all the cum-stained swimming trunks!
DVD features (two-disc): Chapters; gallery; bonus scene (featuring Fredrick Ford and Rik Jammer where the end result is not only another of Fredrick's perfect fucks, but some fisting action that Rik takes like nobody's business); recap of the movie's hottest encounters; cum-shots chapter; trailers ("The Hard Way," "The Road to Temptation," "Manhunt.The Movie," "Screw," "Screw 2" and "Perfect Fit"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Brent Blue
In Hot House Entertainment's Trunks, the action moves out of the shadowy dungeons for which the studio has become famous and into the blazing sunshine of a Palm Springs resort where leather gear has been replaced by brightly colored swim trunks. There, with all the sexual energy he is known for generating (but with virtually none of the kink), director Steven Scarborough puts 11 rough and ready men through five arousing scenes -- with nary a sling in sight.
This five-episode, 104-minute loop film wastes no time in getting to the action. Hot House Exclusive Enzo Grimaldi steps into frame poolside, doffs his trunks and dives into the glistening water. He is followed a moment later by another Hot House exclusive Kirk Ziegler, who also strips down, dives in and makes a bee-line for Grimaldi to kiss and manhandle him. One quick dissolve later, Grimaldi is on his knees, ass-deep in the bubbling froth, giving head to Ziegler's curved dick, swallowing it down into his gullet in a series of manic gulps to be throat-fucked. The lean, feral, sandy-haired Ziegler with his chinstrap beard and moustache makes a striking contrast to the stocky, black-haired, clean-shaven Grimaldi, whose bulk seems on the verge of turning to fat at any moment.
Soon, Ziegler turns around to be rimmed, and Grimaldi obliges with gusto. Another quick dissolve, and they are fucking on a wrought-iron lawn table; another, and Ziegler is plowing into Grimaldi face-down on an air mattress; another, and Grimaldi is riding his supine partner's upright erection in a bumpy lap fuck. (The scene, like most of those in the film, is all but void of on-camera transitions.) The high point of the scene occurs, however, when Grimaldi eases back, still plugged, to lie flat on Ziegler and bring himself off in creamy puddles all over his own pubes. Ziegler's foot-high geysers into the air are even more impressive.
Throughout the first scene, Ziegler and Grimaldi are being spied on by the ever-popular Owen Hawk from within a nearby cabana. Hawk is, in time, joined by his own fuck buddy, the ubiquitous Jason Hawke, and inspired by what they see, both are soon going at each other full-tilt. On an electric blue couch that makes their flesh tones jump right off the screen, they drop their towels, and Hawk kneels to bury his face in Hawke's fleshy ass for a tongue-lapping of the first order. Hawke is the first to give head as Hawk, his cock rigidly airborne, sprawls on the arm of the couch. Then it is Hawk's turn to take a throatful of Hawke before a rush of kisses segues into the fucking.
The flip-flop that follows is frosted with more sloppy kisses as they move briskly through a series of dissolve-separated positions. Hawke is the first to be penetrated as he sits on Hawk; then they shift into missionary position on the sturdy arm of that well-utilized couch so that Hawke can fuck Hawk. In time, they shift to a hard-pounding doggie fuck (Hawke into Hawk) and a sidesaddle turn on the floor (Hawk into Hawke). It is in this last position that Hawke spills a shower of spooge all over his torso while being deep-drilled, followed by Hawk's pulling out to fire off his own tasty load.
The third loop begins with stocky Marco Paris (who looks a bit like a college football lineman) rushing in out of an unexpected downpour and inquiring of the desk clerk (veteran sex-dog, Jack Ryan), "What do people do on a night like this?" Ryan answers by leaning over the counter to kiss the guest and then by moving around to grind their groins together in a bit of heated foreplay that ends with his upright cock slicing out of his briefs, aimed toward heaven. Paris, an instinctual sexualist and a happy hedonist, kneels to give him a down-to-the-pubes blow job to remember. Ryan skips the sucking altogether to get right to the ass-eating, which Paris returns in kind before they fuck each other.
Both are aggressive tops and butch power bottoms, so that action builds nicely. Paris is first to climb into the saddle, drilling Ryan missionary style on a turquoise daybed. Then Ryan shifts gears to skewer Paris on all fours. But the apex of the scene occurs when Paris climbs aboard the supine Ryan's airborne pole to take himself for a turbulent ride, his own long, thick cock whirling like a weather vane in a hurricane. He fires off an impressive splatter shot while skewering himself, and Ryan also drops a thick, syrupy load before the fade-out. This is the best scene of the film.
Next up, in the shade of the palm trees, skinhead Shawn Rollins is discovered sprawled on a double lounge chair, working his hefty dick and swabbing his fingers to lube his ass. As if on cue, blond, hairy Troy Punk appears out of the bushes to strip out of his own trunks and bend over to go down. To an easy-listening litany of sex talk, they trade blow jobs, each demonstrating his varied oral skills on the other. Especially arousing are those moments when Rollins settles into a bit of face-sitting so that Punk can tongue-fuck him and later swallow the down-plunges of his cock while happily pounding his own ready hard-on. Before long, a quick dissolve whisks them into the versatile anal action. Punk gets things going by throwing Rollins a standing doggie fuck. In return, Rollins buries his truncheon of a dick in Punk in sidesaddle, missionary and sitting positions. Punk is particularly adept at roughriding his way through the bronc-busting lap fuck before another quick dissolve brings them to their equally noisy money shots.
The final episode, the only three-way of the film, begins poolside where that lean everyman Fredrick Ford is leisurely stroking himself and watching two other guests (big-dicked Ricky Martinez and first-billed Alex Fuerte) cavorting in the sun-dappled water. Soon, all three are standing, trunks-free, against the clear blue sky, checking each other out like dogs in heat. Martinez remains strictly trade -- he does nuzzle Ford's throat at one point and occasionally pinches a handy nipple or two -- but his contributions to the scene are his beer-can cock and his running raunch rap. Fuerte provides his own insatiable mouth and hole, and Ford keeps the whole thing moving with veteran skill.
Fuerte spends most of the oral portion of the scene on his knees, servicing the other two, both individually and simultaneously, and after a train of ass-tongueing (Ford into Fuertes into Martinez), the fucking begins. Ford tops; Fuertes bottoms; Martinez watches and gets his cock sucked. This leads to the first set of pop shots and a quick dissolve to the three of them locked in a train fuck, sidesaddle on a bed (Martinez into Ford into Fuerte). This well-lensed footage is followed by a round of Martinez's trademark self-suck action before another trio of copious money shots ends the film.
Trunks clearly demonstrates the breadth of director Scarborough's skills -- in sunshine as well as shadow -- and credit for the strikingly vibrant look of the film must be shared with the art direction of Michael Roma Williams and the stunning camera work of the director of photogaphy R.C. Drake, and the videographer Ralph Conrad. And for those Hot House fans who may miss the kink expected from that studio, there is a bonus scene on the DVD in which Fredrick Ford fists skinhead Rik Jammer.
- Jerry Douglas