Boners a review by Harley Shadow

	Cast: Joey Russo, Derrick Hanson, Marcos Pirelli, Dominic Pacifico, Justin Christopher, François Sagat, JD Kollin, Tamas Eszterhazy, Rafael Alencar, Huessein, Matthieu Paris. Directed by Chris Ward.
	Raging Stallion Studios, 1155 Mission St., San Francisco, CA 94103. Toll-free orders (wholesale and retail) 877-327-0707. Internet www.ragingstallion.com.
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In a way, Raging Stallion's Boners feels like a collection of unseen footage from superstars of the past couple of years, or maybe it's director Chris Ward's video send-off to them. I say that because François Sagat left the studio a year ago, and Joey Russo and JD Kollin are sadly retired. But don't let that hinder your decision to pick up this incredibly hot film featuring some very hot solos, one-on-one and a delicious poolside three-way.
    With a title like Boners, I half-expected some Beavis and Butthead-like commentary preceding each scene, but in fact the dialogue is mostly "oh fuck!" or "fuck yeah!" It starts with Derrick Hanson and Russo jogging outdoors. When they get back to their truck, the two are swapping spit, which culminates into a sexually charged scene where they suck each other in the pickup bed, on the ground, and on the top of a storage container. Then the older Russo and the younger Hanson fuck each other back in the pickup bed. The chemistry is completely obvious, and it creates a giant splash, besides the duo's cumshots, to start off a delicious film.
    I really liked Ward's decision to mix things up by throwing in a few solos. At first I thought it might be a waste to have hung studs Sagat, Marcos Pirelli and Rafael Alencar jack off instead of showing their boners pounding some ass. Instead, their solo scenes are a breathtaking showcase of incredible bodies and succulent boners. The guys slowly tease and stroke their cocks, rub their muscular bodies, and — thank goodness — play with their asses, whether fingering it, rubbing their holes or showing the audience what they've got back there.
    The only thing missing from the solos is some nasty talk. Pirelli has this intimidating, yet sexy sneer throughout his scene, and it looks like he wants to tell the audience what he wants them to do with his foreskin and cock. Though they don't have the sneer, the same goes for Sagat and Alencar. They look like they've got a few words to share, but the three are so good, the audience can see what they want by looking at their eyes.
    Telling the tale through the eyes, without dialogue, is the beauty of Boners. The models don't charge at each other or rip each other's clothes off; instead they give a slight glance or longing stare, then the clothes come off. Dominic Pacifico and Justin Christopher, and Huessein, Matthieu Paris and Tamas Eszterhazy's scenes are prime examples.
    Pacifico is busy painting when Christopher comes in, and even though Pacifico's tasty butt is hanging out of his pants, and encased by his jockstrap, it's the look they give each other that says it's time for a boner break. In the finale, Paris and Eszterhazy are chillin' in the pool, but again, it's one look that gets them rolling. They look at each other as the hairy Huessein comes, and they devour his cock, balls and hairy hole. After seeing him get fisted a few times, it's surprising to see Paris top, but it's a welcome surprise as he pounds Eszterhazy before it's Huessein's turn to fuck him, and after Eszterhazy cums, it's Paris' turn to get boned.
    When it comes to Raging Stallion, there's always relentless and aggressive fucking, but in Boners, while it's aggressive, it's also passionate. For instance, while Hanson is bent over the pickup bed as Russo pounds his ass, Russo leans over and kisses his back and the back of his neck. Paris also does it to Eszterhazy, and I could feel the tingling sensation one gets when a lover kisses and sucks on your neck. You can feel the naughtiness of the scene, but the tops with the big boners still make it hot, admirable, and memorable.
    The DVD has trailers.

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