Taurus Dean has done everything right for "Tough as Nails," his directorial debut, expertly capturing red-blooded masculine studs enjoying some filthy fucking. And I really appreciate how well done this is as I've waded through some truly awful porn. I won't name names, but there's more than a few folks out there who I think could take a lesson or two from this most impressive neophyte.
If Woodshop 101 in high school had even remotely resembled the sawdust-caked sexplay as it unfolds here, I wouldn't have retired my toolbelt. François Sagat handles carpentry gadgetry like he actually knows what to do with it. As we join him, he's giving a slab of wood the once over with some fine-grained sandpaper. Long minutes pass before Rick Gonzales shows up, giving me a much needed refresher on why I love François so very much. Put aside his exquisitely muscled torso and healthy complexion; I was brought to full attention the minute he stripped off his crisp wife-beater and used the cloth to swab clean his armpits, chest and forehead. He tosses the T-shirt aside, seemingly unaware that there are a legion of fans out there who would give a week's pay to use his discarded undergear as a cumrag. Rick saunters directly up to François and puts it right out there, mischievously daring him to make a move. François quickly drops to his knees in response, making sure he gives Rick plenty of eye contact while he sucks. When they switch roles, they regretfully miss an opportunity to dock foreskins, probably because Rick was in such a hurry to spread François' cheeks and rim. It's a fair trade-off. It takes a real man to give up his hole to a piece as big as Rick's. We get nary a whimper from François -- he just bends over the wood he was working on and hangs on tight for the ride. Keeping quiet is not easy when Rick Gonzales is pistoning between your thighs, and Rick maneuvers his hips whenever possible for maximum drive. The fucking is exquisite and seems to carry on for longer than it usually does (no complaints here).
Where has Michael Vincenzo been? He pops up here for a surprise solo wank. Somewhere among the drill bits and penny nails, Michael has found some lube. He's generous with it, greasing up his pretty piece, then flipping around and fingering his hole achingly close to the camera. He seems to love sniffing his own pits while he diddles himself, and by the time he blows, he's dripping.
Just as I was recovering from Michael's slutty cocktease, we're thrown headlong into the my favorite scene, a torrid three-way between Steve John, Randy Manroot and J.D. Kollin. I've had the pleasure of watching J.D. in action before, but Steve and Randy were a welcome breath of fresh air. Steve, a hairy man, has a take-charge attitude when J.D. makes a move. Bringing Randy along for the ride takes virtually no effort. His lightly-furred and ripped torso is a spicy contrast from J.D, and Steve's out and out hairy ones. Bearded Steve is the first to fall to his knees to cock worship, and once he opens the floodgates, the sucking rapidly spirals out of control. J.D.'s dirty-talk put me over the edge, not to mention the fact that he gives some extraordinarily sloppy head. Randy's twisted expression while he gets blown tells the tale -- J.D. is an excellent cocksucker. Steve John takes the brunt of the anal abuse, allowing himself to be manhandled by everybody in the room.
The director immediately throws another fastball -- a session between Huessein and Sean Harris. Opposites attract. Huessein's short and swarthy frame is a luscious visual contrast to Sean's tall and pale one. Sean squats to feast between Huessein's powerful legs, first downing his cock then forcing him against some dangerous-looking equipment to get better access to his funky hole. But when it comes down to brass tacks, Sean's hole is the one that ultimately takes center stage. Huessein bangs Sean on and around a table saw, aggressively fucking Sean's sloppy hole with pointed stabs. Having had his fill of fucking, he digitally exposes Sean's hole, grabbing a good visual to bring himself off with.
Without a buddy to mess with, François is left to his own devices. As he strips down for some self-love, it's difficult to get bored watching this demigod pleasure himself. He's never filmed from one angle for very long and it seems the camera knows just when to reposition itself. Watching François bend at the waist, hike one workboot up to expose his rosebud, and finger himself lasciviously is as close to a divine encounter as one is likely to have. However, I could have done without the ghetto rap, which intensified just as François was getting ready to blow.
Before the woodshop closes, Taurus Dean puts himself in front of the camera with Manuel Torres for one last muscle-sex session. These two are well-matched, the action perfectly cascading from blowjobs to rimming to fucking. Taurus obviously loves getting fucked, arching his back like a cat in heat as Manuel seesaws in and out of his ass. Manuel really hits his stride halfway through their encounter, forcefully bending Taurus in half and putting a good deal of his body weight into his fuck. Taurus just grips whatever he can -- a boot, the edge of the platform, a hairy calf -- and rides it out. And like the butt-banging at the very top of this tale, this is an extended session. Manuel refuses to turn Taurus loose until he's used his bottom in nearly every conceivable position.
DVD features: Chapters; trailers ("Manifesto," "Pokin' in the Boys Room" and "Party in the Rear"); and no regional coding.
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent
