With his charming Irish brogue, his lean, muscled physique and his drool-inducing dick, Kane O'Farrell would probably be able to succeed in any endeavor. In "Flex," Kane plays a gym owner who is more than willing to take advantage of all the perks of his position. Those perks include being the first to break in newbie joiners, like German hottie Jason Hawke. From the moment Kane lays eyes on Jason, it's clear that he's off-limits to anyone else in the place until Kane has had his shot at him. The fiery and inevitable coupling between them is teasingly left until the finale. In the meantime, Kane satisfies himself rubbing down beefy Ace Hanson, a massage that leads to a full-release by both.
Ace looks incredible -- his body bulges with muscle like never before, and Kane has a great time running his hands all over Ace in the warm-up, paying particularly close attention to his bubble-butt. When Kane leans in to run his tongue down the cleft of Ace's ass, Jason's moans of delight are a real turn-on. They move next to some great sucking action, and Kane is a true expert, downing Ace's rod with ease. When the dudes start to fuck, a nice overhead shot frames the action, with Kane slowly sliding into Ace's asshole, spearing it in thrusts that start out slow but pick up speed and power with each forward movement of Kane's hips. Ace is obviously having a great time (if the expression on his face is any indication) when Kane bends him over the massage table and fucks him from behind. Kane sprays his load all over Ace's cheek, and then, finishing the job he started, Kane gives a hand job until the muscled hunk sprays his load all over his rock-hard abs.
Back on the floor, three dudes interrupt their workout to release some pent-up tensions, and I'm not talking about doing stretching exercises (although some stretching is definitely involved). Erik Rhodes and Alex Rossi's impromptu "whose is bigger" competition (muscles, that is) leads to hot kissing and sucking right next to the weight rack. Nearby, dark hunk Solo chuckles at first, watching them, but he stops laughing when Alex drops to his knees and downs Erik's long, meaty cock. As Erik and Alex move on Erik gets a taste of Alex's meat, and Solo lives up to his nom de porn, jerking his very large cock while watching them. Erik is a true joy to watch, his hard round glutes first invaded by Alex's fingers and tongue, followed of course by Alex's cock. For his part, Alex grinds Erik so hard that he works up a sweat, his forehead literally dripping with his exertions, proving once again that there's more than one way to burn calories at the gym. They end with great pop-shots from all three performers: Solo's cock blasts off while he's watching Erik impale himself on Alex; Erik shoots next, sitting down hard all the way on Alex's cock, squeezing every last drop from his foreskin; and then Alex gives Erik a messy facial, the white stuff glistening against Erik's reddened cheeks.
Kane returns for a solo where he performs in front of a full-length wall mirror. Hearing this Irish stud say "aw, fook" is hot enough, but the double view of his body is a true eye-opener. Kane shoots his load all over the mirror at the end, rubbing it in with the head of his still rock-hard cock. I wonder if he has to pay the cleaning crew extra for that?
An orgy extravaganza back out on the gym floor features four extremely hot studs: Jason Kingsley, Pete Ross, Tyler Marks and Jason Spear. While Pete is further honing his already shapely ass by doing squats, Tyler gives him a friendly spot, and in addition to helping Pete with the weights, he also nests his hardon between Pete's asscheeks. By the time Pete's blond pubes are presses firmly against Tyler's nose, they have grabbed the attention of the two Jasons. Jason Spear hauls out his uncut cock, which is easily one of the thickest pieces of meat I have ever seen (the one drip of pre-cum that sits on the middle of his cockhead is mouthwatering), and Jason Kingsley doesn't even bother to take off his workout gloves or any other gear when he goes down on Jason S. Side-by-side mutual blowjobs, where all four dudes mix it up, turn to rimjobs where, once again, every dude gets a taste of another dude's ass. Then Tyler gets in the enviable middle of things, with Pete's tongue buried in his asshole while he sucks Jason S.'s meat. A side-by-side fuck follows, with Pete getting it from Tyler while Jason K. plows Jason S. Pete displays his power-bottoming skills, taking on a huge dildo, and then getting gang-pronged by the other three studs -- not surprisingly, he seems to make the most noise when Jason S. is sliding his thick piece all the way in. Pete also serves as cum receptacle for the big finale, taking four loads (including his own) on his tanned, tight torso.
When Kane and Jason meet up for a little on-on-one boxing training, the sparring quickly turns to Kane once again showing off his amazing cocksucking abilities. Kane's throat opens up for every inch of Jason's uncut dick, and he moves up and down on it so fast that all Jason can do is look on in amazement and moan with pleasure. After Jason returns the favor and sucks Kane's dick, Kane works over Jason's hairless hole with his tongue and teases it with his fingers, getting Jason prepped for the long hard fuck that follows. The excellent camerawork in this scene, coupled with tight editing, shows off the fuck from great angles, and Kane's meat sliding between Jason's creamy, round rump is just a beautiful thing to watch. Jason's loud, messy orgasm ends it all with a bang, and after he's shot his load, Kane can't resist reaching down and stroking the remains from Jason's cock.
Of course, Jason gets his membership card to O'Farrell's Gym (with the owner's private number handwritten on back).
If Kane ever decides to franchise, he can sign me up, too.
DVD features: Chapters; gallery; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Martin Cox
Should there be a Best Hung Cast Award introduced at the Grabbys? Expect it after seeing this muscle-bound treat from director Chris Steele. (Just a tidbit for you sizequeens, the average cock size here is 8 inches!) This Jock release takes place in the gym of the stunning coverman Kane O'Farrell, who is more than happy to give a free day pass to the adorable Jason Hawke.
O'Farrell gets so worked up over new member Hawke that he works out some of his frustration by giving super-buff Ace Hanson a deep tissue massage. Little did Hanson know that the tissue O'Farrell would be working was his prostate! To loosen Hanson up, O'Farrell oils up Hanson's beautifully fuzzy glutes and then flips him over to give him a mind-blowing blow job. For fans of O'Farrell's oral skills in Falcon's Cross Country Part 2, you won't be disappointed. O'Farrell works Hanson's gleaming pole with deep-throating gusto, face-fucking himself on Hanson's cock 'til he chokes. It amazes me how Hanson doesn't bust a nut down O'Farrell's gullet. Definitely a serious nod should go to the Irishman for the Best Blow Job when award time comes.
In a humorous quip, Hanson asks O'Farrell, "This isn't gonna cost me extra, is it?" My god, man, pay it! Hanson returns the oral favors on O'Farrell, who then resumes his work on Hanson's meat. Nice and relaxed after his massage, Hanson decides his tight sphincter needs some release, and O'Farrell is happy to oblige. O'Farrell takes Hanson's ass from behind in a nice slow-paced rectal reaming; the best view of this is when Hanson lifts up his right leg onto the table. I swear you can feel O'Farrell's massive cock slide up Hanson's hole. O'Farrell jacks his load out on Hanson's ass, followed by Hanson, who cranks out his thick, long-distance load on his own.
Hawke takes advantage of his day pass by working on bicep curls, which is pretty much what the other three guys in the room are doing. After a bit of hot and heavy flexing from all, Hawke leaves the room for Alex Rossi and Erik Rhodes to engage in a testosterone-induced debate about who's biceps are bigger. Fortunately for us, the conversation is cut short by some seriously hot kissing and tongue-play. Make love, not war, eh? And that's exactly what these guys do, starting with Rossi's aggressive smoking of Rhodes' priapic pole. Solo, the only African-American in the cast, watches from the pec deck, rubbing his thick 10 inches through his Lycra gym shorts. After Rhodes' talented tongue work on Rossi's cock, the two 69, well aware that Solo is has stripped down and is now watching the two of them go at it. Rossi then bends Rhodes over a weight bench and begins to thoroughly fuck him. Though the sex is well-executed, the hottest bit remains Rossi's sly look back at Solo's solo while he fucks Rhodes. Solo shows his appreciation by creating some new stains on the rubber mat floor. Rhodes pumps his load out on the floor and submissively offers his face for Rossi's spunk.
O'Farrell is still so worked up about new member Hawke that he decides to take matters in his own hands and jerks off in front of a mirror. With his thick Irish brogue, O'Farrell praises Hawke's gluteal endowments as a "boo-bool boot" (read: bubble butt) and continues his dirty talk while dry-humping his cock against the mirror. His solo is made even hotter by his syrupy accent, and O'Farrell lovers will love getting to see him working his own. He lets his load fly, sliding down the glass surface, satisfied that, yes, he shall soon have Hawke.
In a weight room where Jason Spear, Jason Kingsley, Pete Ross and Tyler Marks are making their bodies beautiful, O'Farrell encounters Hawke and entices him with a "private" boxing lesson. As they leave, nicely toned Marks, who is spotting strawberry blond Pete Ross, starts sliding down Ross' shorts on every descent. (Warning! Do not try this at your gym!) With Ross' ascent, Marks' impressive cock emerges for a little frottage on Ross' now bare ass. This is an incredibly hot scene as Ross continues for a few more reps, grinning as he feels the thick heat of Marks' cock slide against his ass. Jason Spear, doing seated calf raises, admires the action and starts rubbing his hard-on through his shorts. Forgoing the weights, Ross and Marks start kissing, showing some great chemistry as they stroke each other's freed dicks. Marks then inhales Ross' pierced piece and gets throat-fucked while Spear pulls out his uncut cock and strokes it. As Ross and Marks are swapping blow-jobs, Kingsley watches Spear with interest. Spear decides to show Kingsley how to do reps (in his mouth), and Kingsley opens wide for Spear's girth. Spear then gets a good face-fuck from heavy breather, super-hung Kingsley.
The boys decide to switch it all up; Ross sucks on Kingsley while Marks goes down on Spear. Ross then takes Spear's spear down his throat, eliciting Spear to call upon Jesus Christ as his witness to Ross' skill. The attention then switches to Marks as Kingsley eats Marks little hairy hole while Ross sucks his cock and Spear feeds Marks his tongue and then his thick man-meat.
Conveniently, somebody thought to bring condoms to the gym; Kingsley fucks the prone Spear while Marks aggressively tops Ross. If you're into loud, vocal guys, you'll love this scene. Kingsley is incredibly sexy, smiling as he fucks Spear and grunting like a weightlifter. The sexual chemistry and performances by all the guys in this scene is truly jizz-inducing -- I dare you not to crank one out while you watch.
Just when you think it can't get better, a massive dildo appears (Hey! Did they get that from my locker?) and then disappears into Ross' well-used rectum. Ross, now on his back, is then chain-fucked by Kingsley, Spear and Marks, and finally is the willing recipient of a spectacular cumbath (the lucky bastard) from his three costars. Kingsley shoots his first gloriously thick rope of cum onto Ross' stomach and continues to pump out more. Spear cranks out a great geyser, most of it landing on Ross; Ross' money shot is, unfortunately, not as copious as his castmates. Finally, Marks adds to the genetic stew oozing down Ross' stomach with his own wet contribution.
At last, O'Farrell gets Hawke where he wants him -- hot and sweaty from a sparring lesson. Only when Hawke gladly lets O'Farrell remove his shirt do things get truly hot. O'Farrell gives another stellar oral performance, complete with gagging, choking and strands of spit connecting his industrious lips and Hawke's beautifully long, hard cock. Does anybody in porn love sucking cock more than O'Farrell? I think you'd be hard-pressed to find him. His deep throating and face-fucking are incredibly intense, as are Hawke's reactions. Hawke returns the favor and sucks O'Farrell's cane before offering his ass, O'Farrell's ultimate goal. Despite the variety of positions in which Hawke is pounded, the heat between the two is best displayed in the oral scenes. Hawke definitely loves getting plugged by O'Farrell (who wouldn't?), but the chemistry between the two during the anal penetration pales in comparison to O'Farrell's cocksucking skills. Hawke splatters his batter from his smooth stomach to his shoulder when he climaxes, but O'Farrell's in almost invisible. Eh, it happens.
Flex is a feast of buffed gym boys who are just as preoccupied with pumping iron as they are with pumping each other. The viewer should not be surprised that the body types do not vary that much, swarthy and shaven are the predominant types. This film should please you muscle/jock lovers out there. The sex ranges from mechanical to hot, but Flex is worth your rental dollar, particularly the sizzling foursome in the weight room and O'Farrell's stunning cocksucking abilities. The DVD extras include a trailer for movie (I never really understood videos that include their own preview), a videography of the cast and scene selector.
- Jack Moore
