Myles Landon and Talon Reed play the parts in Raging Stallion's newest film "Wasteland"
To Raging Stallion, it looks like post-apocalyptic porn.
Yet, almost a year after I wrote that article, it's still happening. "But they're not having sex on a box!" one may say. Yes, it's not on a box, per se, but it IS on a large wooden cable spool, and it's on a soundstage. There's a little atmosphere, but let's not pretend like this is nothing more than lipstick on a pig. And though *I* don't have any opinions on lipstick, or pigs, some of you know a saying.
And I'm not even going to address the fact that Talon Reed is wearing one of those elbow guard pads that you can get at Dick's Sporting Goods around his arm.
Anyway...from Raging Stallion:
Talon Reed is out on patrol in the post-apocalyptic 'Wasteland'. He stumbles across supplies - food rations and water - that must have been abandoned in a surprise attack. Talon brings the loot back to base and shows his find to Myles Landon. 'You know what this means, right? It's reward time,' says Myles as he removes his codpiece to reveal his fat, heavy cock.
If you're wondering what I mean...
This reminds me of the time that Next Door Ebony tried to pass this well-lit, neatly-appointed spare bedroom off as "A DUNGEON".
Though Bam Bam and Dylan Henri made the scene look great.
This ALSO reminds me of the time when Extra Big Dicks had Dylan Knight and Jimmie Slater fuck in someone's random closet and tried to call it "a dressing room".
Like we all haven't had sex in some skeevy place.
But I'll digress. Because Talon Reed and Myles Landon, all obnoxiousness aside, do really work well together.
Not to mention, this is one of those handfuls of scenes Raging Stallion has produced in the last few years that is interracial.
Not only is it interracial, the non-white person is Black. The last time they did this was just last month, with Jason Vario (and he knocked it out of the park). Not only THAT, but the non-white person is on the bottom! 2017 is off to a great start.
Watching Myles Landon's cock slam into Talon Reed's hole is a thing of beauty, theatrics aside.
Call me crazy, but as pretentious as we all thought Cockyboys' "The Stillest Hour" was, this may be even more so. At least Cockyboys had a point of view and was produced. This? This is passing off unpreparedness and laziness as some sort of desired finished product. Especially in the days where studios that AREN'T trying to put up theatrics are pumping out content that is just as good, if not better.
This is nothing more than lipstick on a pig. And though *I* don't have any opinions on lipstick, or pigs, some of you know a saying.
Does post-apocalyptic porn turn you on?