Reviewed by SexHerald Staff
If you sometimes find yourself flipping the tube to professional wrestling, hoping to catch a glimpse of an accidental hard-on, or you’re simply enthralled by the sight of two muscular fellows shirtless and grappling, Brute will have you in absolute heaven.
The plot follows two straight lads – Jim Slade and Ben Campezi – who decide that they need to get in shape for their girlfriends, so they take up wrestling. They head to a gym, where Jay Poison (an actual former professional wrestler) directs them to the locker room. Slade is alone and undressing when he spies Jason Hawke and Tony Cage in the ring, working one another over but definitely not wrestling: they’re kissing gently. Hawke smiles at the onlooker and the two continue what can only be called their love-making, tweaking nipples and caressing asses: they’re the least adversarial wrestlers I’ve ever seen. There are some great close-ups of Cage’s hairless asshole, which Hawke rims adoringly before the two switch positions and Hawke gets his ass fucked.
In the next scene, skinny boy Jeremy Jordan shows up, also looking for some wrestling instruction, and muscle daddy Poison is only too happy to oblige. The sight of this twink in a singlet taking lessons from the massively muscular Poison is hot enough, but gradually Poison decides to teach his young charge some non-wrestling moves. Jordan’s dick is bigger than his skinny frame might have you think, and gets massively hard until he fairly begs to get fucked. Poison teases him (and us) for a long while rubbing his cock against the boy, massaging his smooth, young ass, then fingering him, but ultimately there’s no anal action, though it’s plenty sexy as is, and Jordan ends up bathed in his teacher’s come.
Hawke and Campezi end up as wrestling partners, and there’s a quick non-sex scene of the two of them that leads to a flashback that feels tacked on of garbage collector Rocco Rossi jerking off in the bright sun. It’s a weird solo scene that has nothing to do with wrestling, though Rossi’s thick uncut cock is a nice enough diversion.
Hawke tries to kiss his partner, who testily proclaims his heterosexuality. To illustrate the point, we see Campezi fucking his wife, but fantasizing about a naked Hawke, who’s jerking off in the ring and smiling as he works his cock.
Then back to the gym, where Slade and Campezi are wrestling and Hawke is watching. Hawke proposes that, to make things more interesting, the loser will get fucked. Slade hesitates, though ultimately he agrees. In the ensuing match, Slade loses to Andreas, though he doesn’t seem to mind. You can fairly smell the sweat on their balls as they get it on ringside, dicks bursting out of their cotton briefs. Slade might have lost the match, but he takes Andreas’s tongue, finger and cock up the ass like a winner.
Then it’s back to Campezi and Hawke. Hawke is the loser in this match, and he admits it freely: I suspect he may even have thrown the match to get Campezi to fuck him. Well fuck him he does, after a long, generous scene with some oral action and plenty of dirty chit-chat. The film ends with Campezi phoning his wife and telling her they need to talk. Now that’s gay fantasy at its best. Brute
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