Release Year: 2012
Cast: Adam Russo, Jason Rock, Shay, Sven Norse, David Chase, George Spelvin, Dale Cooper a.k.a. Ben Bach, Seth Roberts
Genres: Bareback, Big Dick, Blowjob, Muscles, Facial, Cumshots, Anal, Oral, Hairy, Masturbation, Cumshot, Group
Video language: English

These chaps are visiting the town that not ever sleeps and finding out exactly why nobody is sleeping... hawt stud on chap sex. For director Joe Gage, sex is smth people do during the time that they're breathing. In his Sex Files series, it's even greater amount than that: it's a party at which u know you'd be welcome. Looks, ramrod size and body that holy trinity of raunchy desirability have no place here. Nor does age. The merely criterion to play is that u open the door and walk in. In Sex Files Vol. #10: NYC Convention, that door would be number 742 at the Barrington Arms Hotel on 5th Ave. As manager Adam Russo explains to the concierge, Jason Rock, who demands to know why this room is kept vacant when each other room is sold, sometimes the boyz who are in city for this unspecified convention have a need for a intimate "hospitality suite" where they can unwind. It takes a pont of time for the manager's meaning to sink in, but when the light bulb goes on in the concierge's head, the manager ask him if this guy desires to give it a try. A long mutual jack-off session follows, in which they ever-so-slowly close the distance betwixt em, the manager prompting the concierge to do things like finger his aperture and play with his foreskin. They eventually exchange blow jobs and eat every other's loads. The room's 1st taker, Shay, is identified as a co-pilot. He's got the entire couch to himself and he's masturbating fully dressed, keeping one eye on a porn clip on his iPhone. Account executive Dale Cooper enters, asking "is this the right place?" Odd question. The exec whips out his penis and matches strokes with the pilot. Each lends the other a hand briefly and they work their way up to unhurried engulfing in which they savor all the sensations that come with anonymous sex and the possibility of getting walked-in on. The exec reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cock rubber, handing it to the pilot, who unrolls it onto himself and bonks the exec. Their shirts and ties not at any time come off but the exec's shirt ends up drenched with spooge. The next pair to use the room are a minister and a sales rep, David Chase and Sven Norse, respectively. Norse is a dad role model if ever there were one. They echo the mutual j/o routine so far established, leaving on not merely their shirts and ties but too their jackets. These fellas are a bit greater amount reticent than the others. Their collision progresses to lying side by side on the daybed with their legs interlocked, every jerking his own rod as well as the other guy's, but that's as far as it goes. The minister departs but the dad sales rep hangs out, where he's joined by the concierge, whose curiosity and appetite were clearly whetted by his experiment with the manager. They receive fully exposed and the sales rep bonks the concierge. The account exec pays a return visit, catching em in flagrante delicto. No one bats an eye as the exec unzips, fishes his jock out of the fly of his trousers and jacks off during the time that watching em from 2 feet away. The concierge, still getting screwed, stretches his next in the direction of the recent schlong in the room and acquires rewarded by a mouthful if it. The exec steps aside and we hear the door open. Handyman George Spelvin enters and this guy also pulls out his 10-pounder and jacks it during the time that watching the concierge acquire screwed. When the exec returns, he's stripped and willing for the next level of act. He begins by engulfing the handyman, during the time that the sofa creaks loves it's fastened to bust. The handyman, whose face we at no time watch, remains aloof when the exec lies on the sofa with an expectant "fuck me" expression on his face. It's up to the sales rep to fulfill that expectation, pulling out of the concierge and plugging in to the account exec. Late that night, the manager returns to the room, where divinity student Seth Roberts awaits. The manager is accompanied by the minister, whom this guy introduces to the divinity student. (I just now wonder if Gage will ever do a priest and altar chap scene.) The student appears to be shy at 1st, but eventually they all engulf every other. The student orders the other 2 to receive on the ottoman and than manager asks if the student intends to fuck him whilst the minister watches. Yes. The minister not solely watched, this guy face-fucks the manager at the same time � until it's his turn to acquire screwed by the divinity student. Gage eschews any references to , one of his favourite tropes, in Sex Files Vol. #10: NYC Convention, sticking to anonymous sex encounters and being brave sufficiently to depict em as they often are: sans fucking. While other producers trot out "reality sex" productions that are not far removed from the ordinary glossy porn, Gage brings us about as close as possible to "real" reality sex.

Format: avi
Duration: 2:12:49
Video: 696x384, XviD, 1446kbps
Audio: 125kbps

File size: 1.5 GB