Reviewed by SexHerald Staff
I don’t mean to quibble, but half the scenes in this, the latest installment of ‘Damon Blows America,’ take place in California, despite the cover that proclaims this episode will focus on Damon Dogg’s antics in the Big Apple. His antics include sucking dry anyone and everyone who will oblige him. It’s genuinely shocking to see so much cum flying about, unfettered. But taboo or no taboo, Damon Dogg likes to swallow, and apparently there’s a huge audience that likes to watch him.
How do you categorize a film like this? Is it a documentary? Is Damon Dogg on his knees for the camera or for the come? There are times when he seems to enjoy it but there are other times when his hands quiver distressingly and his eyes glaze over as his partners spill healthy loads onto his tongue. Sometimes it’s hot, but sometimes you worry for Damon, a sexy and sweet-faced guy who comes across as pretty amiable, if a little stupid.
Dogg and buddy Jason Croft (seen jizzing on Dogg’s tongue in the restroom of a Taco Bell in the first scene) repair to the gay-friendly resort town of Palm Springs where they swap oral favors by a pool full of seemingly disinterested, naked guys. This made me wonder about what came next: we see Dogg (hands doing that creepy trembling thing) blowing Chris Jenkins in a hallway. Someone’s lingering in the background and watching. The vibe is verite and it’s convincingly sexy; the city of Palm Springs might want to use this flick as a tourist promotion: “Come to Palm Springs and Come in Palm Springs,” something like that.
Will West and Rick Leon are next in line for Dogg’s ministrations and I’ll say this for Damon: he certainly can suppress his gag reflex. He squeezes both of these fellows’ dicks into his mouth at once. There are three more scenes of the same during which the only thing I wondered was: when are you going to New York?
Well, he does cross the country, and there’s a surprise waiting for him: we see an interesting series of an array of anonymous guys masturbating and catching their loads in either tumblers or a red ice cube tray. Why an ice cube tray? Yes, that’s why: so this insane mélange of jizz can be frozen, dropped into a soda and consumed by the grinning Damon Dogg himself in what might be the worst-ever product placement for Pepsi. Come fetishists will be beside themselves but vanilla types – yes, myself included – might feel a bit unwell after witnessing this.
I liked seeing our shirtless star wander around Times Square and take in the sights, but this half of the film lacked the on-location charms I would expect. There’s a nice party scene in which five fellows gather to take a turn at getting serviced by Dogg, but I had hoped for something on-location, not just in some dude’s apartment. Of course, the lads all deliver loads, and Dogg sucks them down, each as hungrily as the last. After watching a couple of these come shots though, you’ll spend more time marveling at the star’s prowess than feeling turned on; this flick is porn as sporting event. DamonBlowsAmerica6:NewYork
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