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Showing off to Alex Orioli, Brandon dives off the high board several times into the pool, wearing a pair of tight red swim briefs designed to entice and impress. Alex, in his own bulging multicolored briefs, is duly impressed and quickly takes the athletic high diver to his room for an activity no less demanding of strenuous exertions. Alex, overcoming his natural shyness, wastes no time in delving into and stripping Brandon of his trunks. Images of Michelangelo’s David come to mind as they walk to the bed with the muscles of their sleek bodies rippling in the soft light. When Brandon falls upon his excitedly expectant partner his buttocks are framed like a Rubens painting, a voluptuously beautiful male derrière like no other.

These two aren’t statues in stone, though, and they certainly aren’t studies in Baroque art as they instinctively pursue their base animalistic urges. Brandon licks Alex’s cock ‘n’ balls with gusto even while fingering the moist hole below. Then he rims him into heights of ecstasy that can only be sated with Brandon’s thick cock sliding deeper and deeper into Alex’s nerve-tingled inner being. “Harder!” screams Alex. These former partners of many years quickly find their old rhythm of lovemaking as they go from one position to another on the bed until their pent-up sexual tensions explode, leaving them completely spent and warmly embracing in a flood of wet, tender kisses.

Marc Vidal joins Brandon in a room overlooking Cape Town and the ocean beyond as they take part in a duo photo shoot. These very sensual hunks can make even simulated sex look excitingly erotic, able to jumpstart furtive imaginations with each snap of the shutter. While working they’re very playful, good friends enjoying and trusting each other when they go from one provocative pose to another with a little hanky-panky in-between. As the photo shoot draws to a close Marc is slurping Brandon’s pecker, accidentally nipping it with his sharp teeth thus causing a sharp but friendly rebuke. With the completion of a successful shoot the lads rest against the headboard and begin to pull their puds to bring to a conclusion their own shots of inner satisfaction.

The best of intentions can go awry at any time as Brandon and Roman Prada find out. They have to remain indoors owing to a temporary cold snap interrupting their summer vacation in Cape Town. After warming their feet before the fire the boys find other ways to heat themselves. Even though this is Roman’s first episode—his first filming ever—he doesn’t allow the grass to grow under his feet as he takes the lead in getting Brandon out of his clothes and onto the couch. There’s one particular thing which can always be counted on and that’s while Brandon is being sucked off he’ll always find a way to lean over to check out his partner’s ass and butt crack with tactile elasticity, no doubt evaluating how much fun he’s going to have down there once his friend hits the sofa cushions.

Before the inevitable, Brandon takes a side trip by sliding his head between Roman’s thighs to suck on the dangling male pouch and curved pecker. Roman falls across Brandon’s body into a sixty-nine, slipping the awaiting, twitching appendage into his mouth. Roman is so darn polite, though, sucking this deliciously proffered piece of meat ever so carefully, while down at his nethers, Brandon is going full-bore attacking Roman’s tackle like a freshly caught fish on a fisherman’s line. Gourmet snacking is one thing, but Brandon quickly puts Roman into a more preferable position, legs spread wide like a Thanksgiving turkey awaiting stuffing. Brandon is pleasantly surprised at finding this boy-on-boy virgin to be a most comfortable fit when he yells, “Fuck! You have an ass made of butter.” From the effervescent Brandon, no better a compliment could be forthcoming than that.

Another photo shoot, but this time a solo session in and around an outdoor whirlpool, surrounded by a cavalcade of colorful flowers embedded in walls of leafy green. As Marty Stevens’ camera caresses Brandon’s body, accompanied by a soothingly melodic musical score, we’re effortlessly lulled into a dream world of our own imagination. This hypnotic daydreaming swiftly morphs into erotic fantasy as Brandon, while looking up at us with a knowing smile, begins to please himself until ribbons of white spew from his love muscle.

Lukas Ridgeston, with camera rolling, barges into the bathroom to find Brandon cleaning his tool in anticipation of boinking André Pagnol who’s sitting out on the veranda where Johan Paulik, and his camera, has already surprised him. With the sound of birds chirping happily away in the distance, Brandon and André begin their tryst with soft intimate caresses and long lingering kisses about the lips and face, looking for all the world as furtive lovers. After the oral prelude they move to the bed. Lukas follows, zooming in on André’s inflated pecker as it sways from side to side, being careful not to get too close for fear of being hit by that gigantic phallus.

After forming a sixty-nine and hungrily gorging on each other’s equipment, it’s time to decide who’ll bottom for whom. “Certainly can’t land that in my hanger,” Brandon emphatically announces. With the decision made, André falls back on the mattress to have his hole moistened and finger jabbed for what seems an eternity. André is getting impatient, wondering when Brandon will finally breach the fissure. André finally takes the situation in hand by sitting on Brandon’s pecker, facing him as he rides the stiff pole. All the while Lukas’ camera is close and personal, recording every thick elongated inch being enveloped by André’s outstretched hole. By the end, while lying on his back with legs in the air, André shoots his load even while Brandon is continuing to thrust away like a drill hammer, no doubt feeling the reflexive tightening of André’s anus muscle with each squirt. … A short video snippet follows showing Bandon and Johan grab-assing around, revealing it’s not all “hard” work on the set.

The third and last photo shoot has Brandon, Sascha Chaykin and Tommy Hansen out on a beautiful sun-drenched beach in South Africa. As cameramen click away, the naked threesome happily frolic on the powdery white sand. Not even an old curmudgeon can possibly keep from smiling and laughing while looking at these youthful lads playing like little kids amongst the dunes. There’s many a provocatively precum-inducing pose to get one’s libido to percolate. For instance, when on all fours with just their undercarriages appearing above the crest of a dune, there, in all their majestic glory, are three sets of balls hanging between three sets of thighs, along with three pucker holes taking in the warm sunlight. Who said the sun never shines there? Brandon is the sole subject towards the end of the session as he positions from one pose to another, each one more provocative than the last, including a couple of quick glimpses of the most elusive part of his anatomy. Even Marty, one of the lucky photographers present, looks especially sexy himself in a pair of tight swim briefs which ride up his butt cheeks.

Etienne Pauliac enters the veranda carrying a bottle of wine in hopes of finding the party he’s a bit late for, though the sun is up and shining brightly. He comes across Brandon and Josh Elliot sleeping nude together on a sofa. A pair of party boys sleeping off the effects of last night’s “festive debauchery.” Upon awakening and like a pair of hungry wolves, Brandon and Josh propose a special after-party, a nude after-party, and quickly undress their naive young friend of all his garments. Brandon, as usual, is hard as a rock and ready for action before the others even catch their breath. After having their dicks sucked and spraying their seed all over Etienne’s six-pack stomach, Josh and then Brandon have their way with him, showing him the party of his life. Maybe next time he’ll show up at the party much earlier—or maybe not, if this is what an after-party is like with partygoers such as Brandon and Josh around.

As mentioned, Brandon introduces each episode, even treating us to a smidgen of English. In these short intros, he talks with Alex about their previous relationship, exchanges anecdotes with Lukas concerning the episode with André and converses—surprise, surprise—with none other than OZ himself—off-camera, of course. You’ll see Sebastian’s new goatee/beard, along with being amusingly entertained by several cameo appearances by Bielko, Marty’s dog, who tangles with a viciously noisy vacuum cleaner in the final intro.

This video may not accurately show Brandon’s real private life, but it’s as close as we’re going to get. But be it real or not, his sexual exploits tend to make us envious; whether it be his bedding of the intriguingly beguiling Alex, the vivaciously handsome Marc, the reticently friendly Roman or the charmingly flirty André, all are his equal in beauty and sexual allure. Brandon’s romping with Tommy and Sascha on the beach causes us to admire enviously the splendorous beauty of their naked bodies which they seem to show off as naturally as the blowing sand flows across the dunes, just as nature surely ordained.

The Private Life of Brandon Manilow is a great example of the concept of intertwining the desire to view beautiful images of the nude masculine body, in the form of photo shoots, with the earthy craving of observing the instinctive animalistic entanglements between sexually hungry men, in the form of … well, sex scenes. A wonderfully innovative concept to sate both desire and craving in man’s inner beast.