Nasty Nights

This stylishly shot three-scene effort headlined by Boomer Banks, who is featured on the box art, makes good use of its brisk running time (just under 60 minutes) with a starry cast, potent sexual heat and no-frills jackhammer fucking.

Director Marc MacNamara stages all three scenes the same way: a moody, black-and-white teaser has the studs strutting across nighttime cityscapes and then transitions to a private utility room or garage stacked with junk and lit with purple Edison bulbs. The men slaver over each other and make use of a dildo to open up before they furiously bang.

Kudos to McNamara’s gleaming, sensuous cinematography and fluid editing that lends a glamcore feel to the sexplay.

Banks is sensuous, hung and inked and drips masculine charisma. He knows how to hold a camera and displays clear delight as he fucks lithe, tatted Colton Grey, whose wide blue eyes and smaller frame make for an appealing physical contrast to the taller, burly Banks. Although Grey is an A-list power bottom, the dildo play works to open him up to receive Banks’ imposingly thick cock. They get right to business; Banks practically smacks his lips with enjoyment.

Diego Sans is another magnetic performer with an understanding of how to position and pose his body for the camera. Dillon Diaz is a stud who relaxes when he’s paired with a partner who is fully engaged and connected. As with Banks and Grey, the men feast on each other and the sexual chemistry is palpable.

Max Konnor, all muscle and cock, is paired with rugged, towering Michael Roman for another eye-catching study in physical opposites. Like Diaz, Konnor needs a sexual partner who can match his preference for tactile intimacy and urge him on. Roman groans with obvious pleasure. As in the two prior scenes, both men lick crack and suck cock as if they were sweet lollipops.