Getting rug burn is a bitch, but depending on the circumstances, it could be worth it and make a great story to tell your friends. You don't have to worry about imagining a story when watching Rugburn! because the visuals are not only dizzying, they'll leave you tongue-tied. The performers do a fantastic job of building sexual tension between them which leads to a thrilling chase, whether with words or suggestive actions that'll leave them and you sweaty, satisfied and drained.

The movie, with its bright eye-popping sets and excellent videography, is almost perfect, save one scene that left me a tad disappointed. I hate to say it, it features two of my personal favorites whom I'd sell my eye-teeth for: Heath Jordan and Lawson Kane. I've seen almost every one of Jordan's performances, and the scenes I've seen Kane in have been nothing short of great, so I was expecting fireworks. I was expecting cramps in my hands, thighs and everywhere else. However, the scene was like a meal you liked but wanted more. Kane had the energy of a horny bull, but Jordan's performance was surprisingly low-key and detached. Altogether it felt like they were holding back. Those fireworks were more like sparklers, while I waited for the boys to go hog wild and unleash a lust for each other so off the charts that the camera lens would steam up and I'd need to call 911. The chemistry is there, the guys are hotter than hell, and Jordan's cumshot is the biggest of them all, but I felt that Jordan, more than Kane, needed to unleash the beast to match Kane's energy.

The other scenes are unbeatable. You know when you get that urge where you're so horny you could explode, get hard by a slight breeze or hump a tree? That's the urge displayed by the cast. They are on fire!

I mentioned earlier that suggestive actions help build sexual tension and that's demonstrated by Damien Stone and Trent Locke who are playing Pac-Man. Locke starts to lose, primarily because he's undressing the half-naked Stone with his eyes. His attention is on Stone's hairy muscular frame, so he turns off the welcome sight of an old school Atari 2600. Don't get it twisted, Locke isn't a sore loser, he's just in the mood for another game: hide Stone's sausage. When they realize how bad they want each other, they let loose. Locke is on Stone's cock the moment it pops out and he deepthroats Stone's thick cock repeatedly like a dog on a succulent bone. That's what I love is the unsurpassed performances. They want each other and they show it with a strong connection, high energy and undeniable lust. It's not just Locke who wants it bad, but Stone, in one of his best performances so far — especially when he fucks Locke's hairy ass like there's no tomorrow. Not only does Lock yell out for more, he backs his ass up on Stone's cock like a jackhammer. With all the giving and taking, you know the end is near, sadly, but it's an awesome ending as the two unload two big cumshots on their hairy bodies.

I once remarked that Race Cooper's yelling and screaming as if he were on fire while getting fucked was distracting. With Shay Michaels fucking him like a piston, he screams loud enough to shatter glass, but this time I found it more humorous than annoying. The two begin by working out with gold weights and a gold boom box (which I want). Realizing there's a better workout, soon their tongues are in each other's mouths, followed by their cocks. Both of them expertly suck, lick and tease the other's cock so well that viewers may experience tingling along their spine. I wish there was more rimming, but their flip-fuck, the only one in the film, is great. Cooper fucks Michaels rough, deep and hard, and Michaels returns the favor equally. Things become so primal that Michaels' grunts overtake Cooper's yells, and when he cums, Michaels reminds me of King Kong. All he had to was pound his chest, but in the end, his grunts, the flip-flop fuck and the vibe between them add up to a great scene.

The last scene has a hilarious start, with one of the best lines: “Yeah I want you to photocopy that ass!” Jesse Santana is typing away on the computer, shirtless, with his pierced brown nipples hardening, while Tyler Hunt photocopies his rock hard cock on a copy machine. It's funnier and more original than copying your butt, which is what Santana does. He hops on and makes copies of his hairy butthole, and when a copy falls to the floor we get to see it. We get to see the real thing too. Santana, like Locke, is beyond hungry for cock. He latches on to Hunt's cock and hardly comes up for air. The same goes for later when Hunt fucks Santana. These two give and take as much as possible, which helps create a highly intense and sexy scene that will leave you craving more. I love watching Santana back his ass up rapidly on Hunt's cock, and Hunt, I was glad to see, didn't just sit there shell-shocked, he dove right in and fucked Santana accordingly until the awesome cum shots.

Rugburn! is a sensational film with awesome and fantastic performances, videography, a cast that equally has the hots for each other, and sets that aren't the norm for Raging Stallion. The sex and the behavior look as if director Steve Cruz told his cast to let loose and have fun. You'll have lots of fun, too.

The DVD has scene selection, trailers and contact information; 101 minutes.

review posted Feb. 10, 2012