Categories: Oral/Anal Sex, Muscle Men, Big Cock, Daddies, Intergenerational, Cumshots, Discipline/Punishment, Fetish, Solo (Some), Outdoor Sex, Rape/Forced Into Sex, Rimming, Theme: Cowboys/Farm Hands/Ranchers, Latino Men, Interracial
Starring: Jackson Wild, Ricky Sinz, Scott Tanner, Antonio Biaggi, Antton Harri, Damien Crosse, Jake Deckard, Logan McCree, R.J. Danvers, Scott Campbell, Tristan Jaxx
Studio: Raging Stallion Studios
Cattle and horses roam the wide-open countryside. Jagged boulders simmer beneath the sweltering Arizona sun. Burly cowpokes in skin-tight jeans fuck each other silly. Welcome to the world of To the Last Man – a world of the rough and the rugged… more American than apple pie… all bales of hay… and canyons… and hairy tarantulas… and windmills… and guns a-blazin’… and scruffy beards… and… wait. Is that a nipple ring? I guess the verisimilitude had to end somewhere, but I am not above suspending my disbelief when there are more pressing matters at hand. Beneath its dusty-booted surface, TTLM is packed with more hot fornicatin’ than Fire Island’s meat rack combined with Southern Decadence, multiplied by Ft. Lauderdale. Brokeback it ain’t, but the recipe here called for a dickjerker. And jerk you shall, for this is an exquisitely-filmed, ambitious fuck-fest of epic proportions.
Let’s commence with Part I: The Gathering Storm.
Times are tough for brothers Scott Tanner and Jake Deckard of the Double K Ranch. Seems there’s a serious water-shortage, and though the folks next door at the Flying V Ranch have got a creek-full of the stuff, the Flying V’s proprietor, tough-as-nails Ricky Sinz, would be unwilling to even spit in Jake’s mouth if he was dyin’ of thirst. Jake’s response? “I didn’t say we were gonna ask for it.” And so the drama begins.
Elsewhere, Damien Crosse doesn’t seem to be having any water troubles. He takes a novel but welcome approach to his outdoor shower by first stepping underneath the water and then doffing his clothes, teasing us with the outline of his taut musculature and uncut slab of penis before taking it all off. Here we are presented with the first of many sets of perfect close-ups, as the camera meanders its way up and down Damien’s furry torso. We’re also presented with the first of many sexual explorations of whiskey. Not content to simply drink the stuff, or even to just pour it on himself and his trouser-snake, Damien sits his hairy ass right down on that bottle and rides it, jacking himself furiously until he pumps a load out.
But Damien’s not done yet. He puts on his clothes, wanders into a workshop where Antton Harri is pounding some horseshoes, and then takes off his clothes again. Naturally, Antton pauses from the task at hand and takes his clothes off, too. Next thing you know, Damien’s got his tongue up Antton’s chewy pink bubble-tastic ass, rimming and fingering to beat the band, before turning him around to deliver some slurpy wet blows to Antton’s beauty of a down-curving dick. Antton happily returns the favor before submitting to a solid and passionate pounding, keeping his boots and work-gloves on as he gets the cum fucked right out of him. And after Damien jerks a second load out, do you think he’s satisfied? Not until Antonio Biaggi steps into the workshop, swabs Damien’s throat with his massively-inched monster, and treats him to a cum facial.
With the sizzling Crosse triptych over and done, we’re back to the plot. Jake Deckard trespasses on Flying V turf, steals some water, takes a piss, and makes his way back to his own ranch. Meanwhile, R.J. Danvers gets down to some serious Daddy-pleasin’ with sleeve-tattooed Dan Rhodes. The furry pair engage in some hot body and pit-licking before Dan bends R.J. over and sends his tongue on an ass-spelunking expedition, spit-lubing the adorable cubâ€™s hole in preparation for some serious dicking. Dan fucks his hungry bottom so hard he sends ripples up R.J.’s ass-cheeks. And then, just when I didn’t think things couldn’t possibly get any hotter, bearded blond Scott Tanner appears on the scene. He whips out his big ol’ dick, slaps it into R.J.’s waiting mouth, and… and this is where I stopped taking notes for a minute, because come-the-fuck-on, I’m only human. I think it’s safe to say R.J. enjoyed getting stuffed from both ends as much as I enjoyed watching it, because in short order he busts a nut, takes a taste, and takes off, leaving Dan to play bottom-boy to Tanner’s spirited ass-fuckery.
And back to the plot again. Big bad Ricky Sinz finds out about the water theft, and no sir he doesn’t like it, and some other stuff happens. But look, I’m not fucking Ebert (literally or figuratively), and this isn’t Cold Mountain, so letâ€™s get back to the sex. Night falls, and Ricky and Jackson Wild are alone in a dimly-lit barn. Ricky’s got this cowboy thing nailed like nobody else in this movie, which is good because this is a movie about nailing cowboys. He smokes cigarettes and guzzles beer and whiskey all through the face-fucking spectacular he visits upon fresh-faced Jackson, pouring the whiskey on his member and blowing smoke right into his young pardner’s mouth. Ricky’s got a hardened dom demeanor to match his hardened piece, and if you like your blowjob encounters peppered with a touch of sadism, this scene is bound to please.
The next day, R.J. and Tristan Jaxx take a break from working on some machinery to work on each other. The two exchange blowjobs, followed by some rimming and fucking, and then Tristan makes things interesting by replacing his own tool with a wrench-handle. R.J.’s ass chomps on that piece of metal for a little while before getting back on Tristan’s cock, and the scene ends with R.J. taking a load to the face.
Things heat up plot-wise as both camps meet separately to discuss the water situation and the growing unease between their respective ranches. And then the cowboys walk off into the countryside beneath a bona-fide rainbow, which is really gay but also symbolic, of, well, gayness.
Later, Scott Campbell takes his post on the edge of a canyon to spy on behalf of Double K. Logan McCree (!), of the Flying V gang, steps in front of Scott’s binoculars, and a struggle ensues. You might recognize this brand of wrestling from the “please pin me” tussles some of us engaged in with our studly buddies back in high school and college. Anyway – surprise! – the death-match fizzles and these two hotties realize they’d rather suck each other’s cocks. Good on ‘em! Once Logan’s stripped bare of his full-body undies, we’re treated to one of the hottest flip-flop fucks of the millennium, on the edge of a fucking canyon! Of all the beautiful outdoor scenes in the flick, this one definitely takes the cake. Sitting atop mount cock, Logan squeezes out a creamy load, which is eagerly lapped up by his cohort. Logan then fingers a load out of Campbell, and the two finish with a tender cuddle.
Things only get sweeter and more romantic from there, with a Romeo-and-Juliet situation unfolding between Jake Deckard and Antton Harri. This star-crossed pair meets under cover of night in some Indian ruins, next to a campfire. They successfully deliver all the passion and emotion the circumstance demands, with Jake making sweet back-door love to Antton which is followed by more cuddling. This scene and the one before it make for a nice counter-balance to the more extreme sex found elsewhere in TTLM. As a prime example, what follows may not be for everyone’s tastes.
The action takes a controversial turn with Ricky’s discovery of Antton’s disloyalty to his ranch. The punishment? A red-hot cattle brand! Poor Antton weeps and howls in pain as he’s restrained and Ricky gives him a skin-sizzling reminder of where he belongs – The Flying V. Soon Jake is confronted and overpowered by the Flying posse. In one of TTLM’s more salient plot-related scenes, Ricky remarks on the Shakespearean quality of Jake and Antton’s forbidden love, cruelly asking, “Which one of you is Juliet?”
And then Jake is hung, and not hung like “Look at Jake Deckard horny and naked, boy is he hung,” but more like “a bunch of guys tie a noose around Jake’s neck and hang him and now he is hung.” Ricky Sinz does show some mercy, though, by busting a few caps into Jake before he chokes to death. This jarring conclusion to Part I is only a taste of whatâ€™s in store. Believe me, the fake blood hasnâ€™t even begun to fly just yet. Like the final caption says – To be continued… Enjoy!..
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