Like some kind of an Italian Will Rogers, Rocco never met an asshole he didn't like. Rocco's fantasies – at least the ones he's wiling to commit to video – may be as creative as a Xerox on the Mona Lisa, but they boil like a coup of Darjeeling tea on the planet Venus at high  noon!

The vid plays best when it isn't scrambling to imitate the "Buttman" style, and Rocco's carious London pick-up scenarios are best viewed with one's finger on the remote. (Although it is kind of amusing to finally get a glimpse of Rocco's apartment, plastered with posters of himself in an aborted attempt to launch international cologne sales.)

Dalliances with the various pick-up girls (and a duo of cunt-lapping beauties he discovers making out in his bathroom) prove that Rocco is not only a world-renowned cock-slinging champ, but also a filthy voyeur who allows himself and the viewer just enough time to get warmed up before plunging in. When his mighty meat enters the fray, the faint of heart may gasp at the depth of tushie-tunneling and frequent ass-to-mouth action that occurs, as only it can in sizzling threesomes.

Never a hog for the cooze, Rocco often steps aside to simply direct scenes of intense, prolonged shitter-banging between his numerous associates like Christophe Clark and Richard Langin, two roughly hung studs who also know their way around an upturned brown eye or three.

What this vid really offers, aside from over half-a-dozen awe-inspiring, anus-gaping rounds of the bunghole boogie, is at least a collective gallon of imported Italian jizz. A photography-themed gang-bang features an energetic model who takes the penile payload of twelve shutterbugs, full-on in her face. (Retailers note: There is urination at the very end of this scene.

Pick virtually any one of these scenes – or another, larger bathroom orgy – as pre-nominee material.