Studio: High Octane

Pretty safe to say that this military-themed release is intend to blow your nutsacks apart - helicopter and all! With a cast of aliases that includes 2 lads named Karoly, 2 others named Attila and no less than four different boyz named Laszlo (two of whom use same fake final initial), it is a bit of a defiance to tell whos doing who in Squadron.
Thankfully, the smorgasbord of chiseled gymboy hunks (Czech? Polish? Hungarian? Russian? Your guess is as valuable as mine) is captivating sufficiently that u will not be thinking of such pesky trivialities. And since there is no dialogue to speak of (and no discernible plot to chase, no thing should distract from the perspired suck-and-fucks that unspool.
Things acquire off to a sizzling begin as Zsolt and Attila F., clothed in military fatigues, serf away in the helicopter hangar, hauling equipment. Studly Akos strides by and taunts their puniness by hoisting a enormous load with one arm. A playful mime follows, during which Zsolt initiates a dick-size competition. Just as pretty soon as the studs unzip a pyramid-jerk ensues during the time that the wistful fuck music plays airily on the soundtrack. Zsolt drops down and takes turns engulfing off Attila and Akos. Attila eventually kneels to join Zsolt in sharing sculpted Akos thick, uncut sausage. Attila, his throat still stuffed with Akos meat, suggests his bushy pink manhole to Zsolt, who promptly eats it.
Fucking in a short time follows: Zsolt, his camouflage panties yanked down whilst his constricted wife-beater is lifted to disclose his washboard abs, pounds away at Attila, legs widen and wearing solely combat boots, and whos bent over, still chugging Akos hefty tool. During a scarcely any alternating jump cuts, Akos is seen with his thick weenie shoving out from his camo panties, and then seen with his undies and camos pulled down further beneath his nut-sack.
Cut to Zsolt laying flat on the deck whilst Attila furiously rides his bone... all during the time that Akos eagerly sucks Attilas dong. In a surprising turn of events, large butch Akos is next shown taking it up the a-hole: Attila is on his knees, plowing into Akos, during the time that Akos engages in a 69 with Zsolt, still on his back on the floor. Akos in a short time proves this guy can give as admirable as this chab acquires, and is next shown poking his bulky knob into Attilas bushy pink clench-hole. For such a hawt scene, the ejaculation sequence was a bit of a letdown, though Akos does take up with the tongue up some of his own spooge from Attilas freshly-squirted lumbar region.
Next up, we acquire a mild suck-and-fuck betwixt Krisztian B. and Attila A. next to (and on) a military helicopter. Both chaps are fit and naturally lightly hirsute and acquire it on alright. But I detect the snip of a censors scissors here: during a setup that shows Attila A. greedily engulfing Krisztians luscious apparatus, there is an apparent cut - obviously the pont of time when Krisztian discharges a gushing load into Attilas willing face hole. We do not watch this, however. The edit is abrupt, cutting to Krisztian mid-orgasm, spraying whats left of his load all over Attilas collarbone.
We then join Karoly H., who glances up from a routine helicopter maintenance job to discover Karoly R. and Istvan S. jerking off their stuff. Everyone in a short time disrobes to disclose their perfectly sculpted bodies and the engulfing and groping and fondling commences. Karoly H. suggests his hungry gap to Istvan, who promptly fills it with his pulsating uncut boner. Meanwhile, Karoly R. watches on and strokes himself, then sticks his cock into the other Karoly, whos still feeding on Istvans ween. Istvan eventually discharges a thick wad on Karoly Hs back whilst H nibbles on Rs nutsack, making him come. H lastly squirts a little load on himself. Fade out.
When we next watch five hunks in their tighty-whiteys and wife-beaters lounging around the barracks, we know it is pretty soon time for a group fuck-session. This is pre-empted, however, by a soaked fantasy sequence, during which 2 of the films four Lazslos - Lazslo G. and Laszlo L. - receive it on in an airborne chopper. Basically, G sucks off Ls ample meat during the time that the camera shakes and vibrates from the turbulence. L busts a nut on himself whilst G sucks his large smooth balls, followed by L. losing a load all over Gs combat boots. (I wonder what their Captain will say at their next inspection.)
Back in the barracks, everybody begins idly jerking off and pretty soon the gang splits into 2 parts - a three-way and a duet - getting it on side by side in the nifty, crisp glow of the blue midnight light. They jerk off their powerful ramrods, squeeze their overweight ˜nads and engulf and fuck all night, showing off their brawny bodies. Akos bottoms out another time, taking Miklos frighteningly biggest one up the bum, whilst expertly engulfing off Zoltan. Meanwhile, the other Laszlo G. copulates Lazslo V., a session memorably capped off when G apparently discharges his load whilst still burrowing unfathomable into Vs taut chute, pulls out, peels off the loaded cock rubber and squeezes out his spent sticky load on Vs haunch as if this chab were a pastry chef using a whipped sex cream funnel. This peculiar puddle of man-goo remains un-tongued.
All in all, beautiful hawt stuff. Not a must-own, but of course a must-see for fans of hung muscle chaps (and the muscle chaps here come in several varieties: naturally bushy; shaved/clipped; and naturally smooth). Theres no dialogue, as those foreign hunks probably would not be able to sustain everything resembling a plot in any case. Whatever country those chaps hail from, it is a priceless thing their grunting and groaning translates into each language.

Format: mp4
Duration: 1:55:25
Video: 720x480, MP4V
Audio: 125kbps

File size: 2.4 GB