Movie Review: Blue Collar

Blue CollarRaging Stallion Studios, the masters of manly men, are back with a subject that fits their ensemble of anti-twink hotties well. In truth, if RSS had a fixed type of performer, you’d have to describe them as a sort of ultra-sexed blue collar man.

They are — as their new film Blue Collar describes in its synopsis — the ones who always get the dirty work done. And there is plenty of muscle attached to these boys to help with their heavy “loads.”

Like all the best RSS films, there’s body hair, tattoos and muscle aplenty among the cast, and each of the four scenes features a one-on-one of such oozing masculinity, it’s hard to pick a favorite coupling.

Scene one with the deliciously hunky Bo Dean and Heath Jordan would have to be up there though. Heath plays voyeur to Bo Dean’s self-pleasuring at first, then he’s quick to please that manly tool with his mouth.

In this scene set in a warehouse, Bo is soon laying across a bed of packing boxes so Heath can climb aboard for a ride. Heath strokes himself while his ass is being plowed nonstop. And the cumshot that sees him coat his hairy stomach with cum cannot be missed — Bo even adds his own to the mix.

Jesse Santana and Dominic Sol’s finale is equally stuffed with masculine goodness. Dominic swallows Jesse’s pierced dickhead beautifully before it’s shoved deep into his ass as a reward for dutiful service.

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