Raging Stallion head Chris Ward sure gives good director. He's beneficent that way, inviting them in, collaborating with them, grooming proteges and giving his stars a chance behind the camera. It must be Ward's good coaching that maintains the company style. In return, they invigorate the brand.

Most recently, he's given the reins to Steve Cruz. This is fitting, since Raging Stallion is Cruz's home. It's where Ward in 2007 provided Cruz's debut in Lords of the Jungle. Cruz has already directed an RS feature or two on his own, plus several along with husband Bruno Bond for their own Hard Friction Edge niche line. Before these, though, he teamed up on a couple with Tony Dimarco. Cruz didn't just co-direct Roll in the Hay and Steamworks with Dimarco, but also honed his skill as co-cinematographer and editor. If Ward's got his own little film school going on, Cruz just earned his Ph.D.

Roll in the Hay is well-made and effective. I think its lack of plot is a bonus. The settings of barn and hay-loft are evocative enough, and jeans and flannel shirt suit a rural sexo right fine. Most notably, Cruz and Dimarco have pulled a neat trick of making a movie that unfolds real easy without damping down its sex. There's little braggadocio or hype here; just heat. Even better, the directors showcase their guys really well.

First up is keister killer Spencer Reed, who arrives to rub one out. Tristan Phoenix pretends to nap, but when Reed gives himself a little cock lovin', Phoe

nix is suddenly wide awake and mooring his mouth on Reed's kingly cock. But why didn't a wardrobe or make-up guy, or maybe even a director or two, notice that Reed's hat has bent his ear in half – you know, the way clowns and Red Skelton do to telegraph they're funny. This ain't no comedy, fellas. The sexo in general has become a sophisticated enough product that this sort of admittedly small detail shouldn't go unnoticed. You wanna play with big budgets and location shooting and call a sexo a film, then you gotta sweat the small stuff.

When Reed's not paired with BF Phillip Aubrey, he can seem, oh, distracted. Or is it removed? Proficient, but a little impersonal. You may think it butch; to me, it's butch and impersonal.

The directors distract us from that by concentrating on the ministration of manful cock that Reed so strongly metes out upon Phoenix. When Reed growls, "Make that hole twitch for me," boy, that hole twitches. His withdraw-and-insert are impeccable, hard and punchy. And we're grateful Reed and Phoenix give us a blessed SM – that's bless-ed Sacramental Moment – when Reed unloads splooge-ful gobs into Phoenix's mouth.

Then, for a truly primal treat, we get salacious Ricky Sinz topping big Paul Wagner. You know what he is, that Wagner? He's thick. The dude's positively inspissated, which sounds like he's drowning in piss (I'd pay to see that), but is, instead, a fancy word for thickened. Beefed-up biceps, huge immovable buttocks, flanks that make other guy's thighs look like toothpicks, and a chewable chunk of cock above tight balls. And a neck so thick that it's a national monument for vampires. Just ask Alexander Skarsgard what makes his fangs tremble. Paul Wagner's thick neck.

I'm not particularly a Ricky Sinz fan. Oh yeah, when he gets going you can't ignore him, but I suffer for his attitude – his partners are scum, and he lets em know it. And although he slobbers all over a cock with manic attack, he's not a very good cocksucker. Gags more than you'd think a bi-boy oughta. He gets by because everything else about him screams, bad boy!

He's got a bad boy's face, a bad boy's tats, and a bad boy's way of fucking that's nigh unto rape. And he doesn't shave his balls or butt crack, which adds to the mal hombre of it all. Well, whataya know, all of this, which sometimes made me hold him at a distance, works fine in Roll in the Hay. Paul Wagner's big ol' butt looks swell getting boffed by Sinz – I like to see a big guy get it, moaning like Wagner does, and sweating up a storm. Sinz has a second scene, with David Novak, that brings on more of the same.

The movie has three other scenes, two solos and a duo that are consistent with their companions. Sum up Roll in the Hay: the delivery's not frantic, and the sex is, as they say down on the farm, whole hog.

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