It's been ages since I've reported on BelAmi. Not that I haven't been watching their movies. I find the cheery sexuality of their style a respite from the typical American sexo. So much easier and expansive. And such attractive young performers, with such world-class cocks you begin to believe everybody in Bohemia is hung with a tent pole. BelAmi publicity calls its performers "Europe's answer to the All American Boy," and in most ways they're right-on. Except for the size of those cocks. Sheesh. They're much bigger over there.

BelAmi's got a fleet of directors. Before former stars Lukas Ridgeston and Johan Paulik began directing, the prominent films were by company founder George Duroy, seconded by Marty Stevens. An associated line is AYOR, with films by Robert Boggs. Though they all hew pretty much to the BelAmi formula, Boggs' films were set apart by the presence of oral cum-shots – until recently, when Duroy started clocking in with lots of em, followed a little less profusely by Stevens. So you can get your fix of manjuice to the maw in higher quality BelAmi films, where semen slurp is the natural conclusion of lovemaking instead of the obsessive endeavor documented by American barebacking companies.

A good and exciting example is the recent Boggs-directed film Grand Prix. The technical quality isn't as slick as a Duroy or Stevens flick, but the action is quick, hearty, an

d rewardingly crammed with oral cum-shots. The set-up is simple. A cross-country running team meet up with a beach full of volleyball players. Horniness ensues.

Cream of the crop in Grand Prix is a central sequence in which Chad Driver, a rangy, curly-haired blond with blue eyes and a most infectious smile, gets creamed by the crowd. Excepting his curly locks and a 15-year difference in age, he looks like Glee's Matthew Morrison. Now, that's one actor I'd like to see suckin' my dick (if he could get me off his own). I wonder if Mr. Morrison would scarf down my cum the way this raunchy dude glories in his partner's frequently copious loads. More than open-hearted, Chad's open-throated – just watch the goo go down. Within 15 minutes, he gets three runners to stop for a blow-job breather, which delivers plenty protein to his puss.

Directly after this triumphal triumvirate, our still-unsatiated friend bags the team's coach – the biggest dick of them all is hanging on this guy! And he doesn't give up his load until Chad's been well-fucked. Other episodes include a crew-cut Marine type, a brawny blond powerhouse, and the peaches-and-cream cover boy, a natural bottom who surprises by flipping his top.

Night Out is a recent George Duroy feature. The guys in this flick are getting ready to go out, which always includes getting off. They're going to a dance club, where we see they're uniformly unable to dance. They are, however, really swell at grabbing nookie in the club's every available nook. One scene features the coach from Grand Prix, flaunting his grand prixx. My god, whatta bone! A similarly well-endowed chap joins him, fucks him, and drinks his cum when the grand prixx gushes. Though the guys in Night Out are sensational, sperm-eating (in four of six scenes) beauties, the encounters seem episodic. Night Out is good, but Duroy's been better.

I liked much more Marty Steven's A+2, the last of a series in which BelAmi regulars train and grade an impressive bunch of newbies. The teachers include BelAmi stars Luke Hamill and Josh Elliot; they work with some guys who are sure to be stars themselves: Yann, with a sexy attitude; chic Sean, with a blond-tipped shag haircut and a model's face; and aspiring bodybuilder Ennio. To tell the truth, these guys hardly need training at all. They have sex in novel and revealing positions, and in two of four scenes delight in catching throat-coat orgasms.

All the movies have subtitles, appropriate music, and accomplished videography and editing. BelAmi standards are high. I especially like the subdivisions of the Bonus section, which allow viewings all oral, anal, or orgasmic. www.BelAmiOnline.com