|Description||A strong cast heads this well-executed Chi Chi LaRue-helmed porn that narrowly avoids becoming too dialogue-heavy for its own good.
The credits roll over a tabletop with a photo frame displaying the video's stars, an old 45rpm record and two dollars twenty-five cents. The relevance of these is never explained. (Maybe they were unsold items from the set directorÂ’s garage sale. In addition, there's also the issue of the model's "acting" - itÂ’s not bad, itÂ’s just so badly mumbled youÂ’d think that the sound guy was in a K Hole.
I may have missed the finer points of Ready for MoreÂ’s plot, but Little Brother (Lindon Hawk) is visiting Bigger Brother (Colby Taylor) awaiting the arrival of a potential shag. They reminisce about their friends and sexcapades.
Flashback to Chad Hunt (seen wearing specs in a pic but not in the video) asleep in a bed being sneakily uncovered by Little Brother. Before too long we get the usual porn conceit of a sleeping man getting a bj turned on itÂ’s head in a Scream-inspired bit of post-modernism: Chad admits he only pretended to be asleep during it Â– they only really sleep in Â“cheesy Chi Chi LaRue porno movies.Â” Wow, that messes with my mind. Not that Little Brother gave a shit anyway, ChadÂ’s donger is so big he spends half the time struggling to get it in his mouth and the rest admiring his handiwork in a conveniently located mirror. Luckily heÂ’s also been anally typing so when Chad awakes, groggy, heÂ’s spared too much foreplay. Â“See how much of my cock you can sit on,Â” Chad commands, whilst waving his industrial-sized appendage. Sounds like a dare to me.
After eighteen minutes of squeaky bedsprings and an arsehole that now resembles the Holland Tunnel, we move onto a workout scene with the incredibly popular Matthew Rush. Matt Sklyer pops in (what, no Gatorade?) and indulges in a bit of muscle worship. These two look genuinely into each other, and there are a few moments of intensely passionate kissing. Â“I want you in my sweaty crotch,Â” Rush pants. Sklyer obliges and also has the honor of playing with RushÂ’s Â“hot sweaty assÂ” (sweaty being the keyword here). But alas, the star top never gets even a finger up there, so instead we get a quick flip and Matthew is soon pumping away with powertool intensity, sending SklyerÂ’s baby spew everywhere.
Next up we have a threesome between Little Brother look-alike Jacob Hall (youÂ’ll swear it is Little Brother - maybe his stunt double) and poolboys Daniel Montes and Brady Martin. ThereÂ’s smoke at the beginning of the scene but IÂ’m not sure if itÂ’s supposed to be representing a fantasy or if the cast were having a Lucky Strike moment off-camera. Anyway, dissolve to the bedroom as Hall chows down on MontesÂ’ mammoth dick whilst Martin sits on the leatherette sofa directing the action. Hall is a dirty bitch and itÂ’s not long before his winking sphincter gets Martin off the sofa to join in the fun, eventually working over his Â“tight assÂ” - which after all the attention it receives is surely just an empty compliment - unless of course he does yoga. They all finish themselves off in a head to toe jerk off session and then itÂ’s back to the plot.
Little Brother heads off for pastures greener leaving Big Brother to have a romantic 1-2-1 (Â“I only wanted youÂ”) with slim smooth (bottom, natch) Hall coming back for more. More passionate kissing (sans tongues) later and heÂ’s chomping on Big Brothers Liberty Sausage like thereÂ’s no tomorrow and giving off unconvincing Â“owÂ’sÂ” as fingers are slipped up him. Thirty seconds later and heÂ’s bouncing away on top of it like a whirling dervish. Still, itÂ’s kinda romantic and brought a lump to my throat, and IÂ’m sure itÂ’ll do the same to you. If not your throat, then at least your pants. Queue a closing mumble about a bracelet thatÂ’s been worn for four years - dirty cow, wash your wrist some time - and the credits roll.
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