Easy Inn: Don’t Bother To Knock

I'm not normally a sun-worshiper, nor do I much care for warm weather. I guess it's because I'm A) translucent, B) sleep with a fan next to my bed even in the dead of winter, and C) ethnically wouldn't look out of place in a Bergman film. It's something I've accepted, but since being snowed-in in upstate New York for over a week, the ravages of cabin fever definitely set in.  I have to admit that I find myself craving something sunlit. Something bucolic. Something with lots of cut-off sleeves.

Luckily for me, Easy Inn is on...erm, hand to provide such much-needed escapism. Full disclosure: this title was used by Titan back in the late '90s for a delightfully sleazy – and comparatively geographically downmarket – production starring my kind of man, so in many ways I wish that these two movies could enact some sort of time-warp mash-up, but I dare to dream. Everyone involved in this Easy Inn in uniformly attractive to be sure (maybe a little too uniformly, if you get me), but I still wouldn't mind if Jason Branch – who always looked like he strode in out of a Spaghetti Western – came back to steal the show.

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At any rate, this baby's got five scenes, so I'll get down to it. We open at a perfectly respectable-looking inn in what appears to be in Napa Valley. Colt Rivers is hard at work cooking breakfast, and soon enough gets sidled by Dale Cooper-haired Topher Dimaggio. “I came to see you...and this ass,” he purrs before yanking trou and making a meal of out Rivers from behind. Rivers – burr-cut and bearded but smooth-bodied – offers up some pleasant contrast as he moans in ecstasy bent over the stove before servicing dusky Dimaggio with glee. There's some all-too-brief but nonetheless welcome frottage – something that I wish that there was far more of in the medium – as Dimaggio slides his dick over Rivers's receptive hole. Dimaggio, brimming with ingenuity, then reaches across the counter as uses a handful of butter as lubricant, mounting Rivers atop the counter and basting him like a Thanksgiving turkey.

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We move out onto the porch next as Chris Bines admires Nikko Russo strokin' one out from afar. Bines shows that he can do much better (That's what friends are for!) by falling to his knees and working that pole like he was swimming and it was a snorkel. Russo, with his chin-strap goatee, returns the favor, finally unloading all over Bines' stubble and open mouth and heading down to top-off his just-spent cock. I have to say that I'm liking that gay porn seems to be in slightly less of a hurry to fade-out once the jizz has stopped flying.

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Proving that there's always room at this inn, dick-pic-taking Adam Wirthmore (Somebody's a needy little fishy...) is promptly set upon – everybody in this flick seems to be either exposing themselves to seduction from behind or sneaking in from stage left for the attack – by Ryan Rose. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat before locking lips on Wirthmore's lily white rod, Rose has great screen presence. Wirthmore, despite being one of those lollipop-types with a big head and tiny body, oddly enough seems manlier thanks to his nicely-patterned body hair, while Rose is smoother than a baby seal. You gotta give everybody in the cast credit for being uninhibited oral enthusiasts, and these two are no exceptions. Rose pounds Wirthmore epically – seriously, it's the human equivalent of a demolition derby – before unleashing all over him in a torrent that could extinguish a wildfire.

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Now, let's face it: in any social group, no matter how loosely-knit, there's a weak member of the herd, and in this bunch, it's clearly Nikko Russo.  I'm sorry, but it's true.  Approaching lounging Colt Rivers – thumbing through a book – he inquires as to what he's reading. “It's a zombie apocalypse novel,” Rivers relates, to which Russo asks “What's that about?!”  Pet the puppy nice, Lenny.  Literacy, schmiteracy, I guess, because Russo is soon on Rivers's mouth like a python before inserting his own trouser snake. Rivers get flossed twice that day – four out of five dentists recommend it – and then it's ass-blasting time. Rivers is a consummate pro either on his back or face-down, jostled as Russo slams away at him as if he were playing a heated game of pinball.

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Rose and Bines are at it again in the last scene. Some very well-staged 69ing leads to Bines taking it from behind, Rose's ass bobbing up and down as he – in a fit of originality – reaches back to spread his own cheeks.  Now that's some acting instinct. The side-fucking that ensues is downright excellent, with Bines quivering with absolute delight. Rose – for me, the movie's breakout scene-stealer – quite literally fucks the cum right out of him. Nicely done, fellas.

Easy Inn:  Same time, next year!