Mark Dalton makes a big splash in director Chi Chi LaRue's "Super Soaked," serving as the anchor that holds the sun-drenched outdoor sex scenes together. Say what you want about Mark (I'm certainly not going to), there are few studs who do justice to a bikini like him. Mark hikes through a barren, arid desert backdrop to begin. The sun glints off his muscles beautifully as he strips off his shirt and caresses his body. The heat, the dry climate, the blistering sunlight, and Mark's buff physique evoke more than just a thirst for water as he makes his way across the sand. Mark is then transported to a mirage-like poolside venue where he peels off his soaking wet Speedo and hoses himself off while he works his dick into a raging erection. Between each of the scenes, Mark bares every square inch of his highly photogenic body (and there are many, many shots of his spread buttcheeks as he teases his hole with a finger or two), in angles that show him off to absolute perfection.
The first scene is, quite literally, stunning. It stars two horny young studs, Brent Everett and Roman Heart, whose face is as handsome as it is intense. Both dudes are generously endowed, and the scene plays well to their individual sexual talents. Kissing figures into the action often, whether Roman and Brent are trading exquisitely hungry blowjobs or fucking on an antique settee (most likely, that couch has never seen such hot action in its protracted existence). Roman's ass is the recipient of an expert rimjob, with Brent so into tongue-fucking it, and making the action so watchable, that frankly I didn't care whether he ever got around to using his dick where his tongue was so obviously happy to be. But to take the fucking out of the scene would be a crime: Roman proves to be an unexpectedly hot, eager bottom, and he makes some of the best sex noises I have ever heard while Brent is plundering his inviting hole. The culmination of the scene is a couple of beautiful cum-shots. Brent and Roman lie side by side, and first Brent aims his dick at Roman and sprays his load all over Roman's body. Roman then jerks out his load, and they end with another hot kiss between the two.
A bubbling hot tub provides the setting for the next scene, a three-way that starts with Jason Ridge and Erik Rhodes getting cozy and naked in the water by fondling each other's bulging swimsuits. Jason and Erik then welcome Drew Sumrok into the mix (Drew climbs into the water fully clothed, so hot is he to be included in the fuck sandwich). What follows is a versatile three-way scene that is perfection. At one time or other, each stud plays the top or bottom role, and with every new combination, the heat goes up a notch. Erik's thick tube of uncut cock is an irresistible temptation to Jason and Drew, but Drew's ass is equally toothsome when Erik lowers Drew's bikini and dives on Drew's butthole with his tongue. As for the fucking, it's pretty much all the way on, with each guy both getting fucked and fucking in turn, culminating with a superb three-way sandwich. Jason throws it to Erik while Erik thrusts into Drew, and the action is captured beautifully from underneath. Erik and Jason cum on Drew's supine body at the end, and then Drew gushes onto his own torso. The final shot, of Drew blissfully rubbing the three loads into his smoothly muscled torso, is so sizzling that I had to watch it twice.
Tristan Adonis is the lucky beneficiary of an extraordinary cocksucking, delivered by sexual dynamo Justin Wells. Justin's attentions are so expert that Tristan can do little but enjoy them and watch in awe. After Tristan returns the favor, Justin then shows that his oral skills also include loving, thorough rim jobs, and Tristan strokes his cock as Justin gives his ass lip-service. The true strength of the scene, though, is the energy Justin brings to it when Tristan fucks him: it's fairly safe to say that a more avid bottom there has never been. At first, Justin takes Tristan's dick from behind as Tristan plows him standing up, but then Justin sits on Tristan and pistons Tristan's cock into his ass with the strength of his own legs, followed by Tristan picking up the slack when Justin's energy flags. Either way, Justin's ass takes a pounding that is thrilling to watch. Justin continues his fine performance until the finale, where he jerks Tristan's dick to orgasm, followed by his own.
Another excellent three-way rounds things out. Josh Weston, Christoph Scharff and Thom Barron, like the stars of the previous three-way, prove to be models of versatile sexuality in the scene. Josh seems to relish performing with his well-hung German co-stars, particularly when he's sucking Thom's uncut meat, ably assisted by Christoph. The sun blazes overhead and the three studs' bodies glow with sweat as the action progresses, and then Josh gets up on all-fours, his ass raised high for Christoph's tongue. Is there a butthole in all of gay porn prettier than Josh's? I certainly don't think so. When it's gleaming in the sun, wet with spit, it's one of the most erotic visions in the world. Thom and Christoph take turns fucking Josh, and while one is fucking him, he's either sucking or stroking the other's cock. Then Christoph takes Josh's place and Josh fucks him in the same chair, but the action gets even better when the three move to the pool, where the rest of the scene's sex happens underwater, as Josh fucks Thom from behind. The underwater photography here is as impressive as it is erotic, grabbing amazing shots of Josh's dick as it strains upward into Thom's open hole. Christoph and Thom stand over Josh and shoot their loads on him, above water, but the scene ends with an amazing shot of Josh cumming while completely submerged in the pool, his cum slowly floating away from his body like tiny white jellyfish.
Mark, who has been jerking his dick between every scene, and trying his best at times to suck his own cock (unfortunately unsuccessfully, but to watch him try is still hot), reaches a growling, intense orgasm at the end, drenching his flat lower abs and groin with his load.
Excellent as usual direction by Chi LaRue helps make this one superb, but the beautiful videography by Max Phillips is also one of its best aspects.
DVD features: Chapters; cast bios (photo, stats and Falcon Family of companies videography); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Martin Cox
Chi Chi LaRue's latest for Jocks Studios, Super Soaked, reminds us once again that the great director is every bit as adept at capturing lyrical romance as he is at generating nasty raunch. Shot on location in that desert oasis, Palm Springs, this four-scene, 11-man idyll is bathed in shimmering sunshine and drenched with glistening waters, and the result is one of the most beautiful films he has ever made.
In Super Soaked, LaRue breathes new life into one of the oldest devices known to adult films: The handsome soloist who pleasures himself as he fantasizes the various loops that comprise the film. In this instance, the handsome soloist who webs the various episodes together is Mark Dalton, that tradey muscle guy who has made quite a career for himself by merely jacking off. In Super Soaked, he does nothing that we have not seen before, but somehow LaRue has also managed to breathe new life into his performance, so that one almost believes he is enjoying what he is doing.
First seen wandering through the desert, Dalton (who here bears a striking resemblance to the young Ken Ryker) eventually makes his way to a mansion at the edge of the desert. The place: All pillars, fountains, pools and marble terraces, looks like a cross between a faux Roman villa and an ersatz Grecian bathhouse, and it is here that Dalton fantasizes the first explicit episode. A series of languorous dissolves reveal two delectable boy-men, Roman Heart and Brent Everett, leaning against a stone column, tenderly sharing kisses. The chemistry between them is incendiary, and each takes his turn kneeling to service the other's airborne erection. In particular, watch the baby-faced Everett practically swallow his partner in a single gulp and the way Heart wraps his luscious lips around Everett's thick, helmet-headed hard-on.
For the anal action, they move onto a divan in an open-air room facing the pool. There, each first lavishes his oral skills on the other's rosebud. Each possesses an enviable set of melon globes and a neatly shaved alley between them, and both seem electrified by the sensations the other's tongue is providing. The mutually considerate give and take remains perfectly balanced until they begin to fuck. Then, role-playing sets in, and neither seems to mind. First, Heart impales himself on Everett's upright erection. The moan-filled ride shifts in time to missionary position, and long after the scene is over, the viewer will remember the haunting close-ups of Heart's cameragenic face as he wallows in the pain-pleasure that Everett is providing him. Equally copious money shots conclude this almost dreamlike vignette, the best of the entire film.
The action then cuts briefly back to Dalton, busily playing with his sturdy cock and granite glutes as he conjures up the next sequence, a three-way that begins in the foaming bubbles of a Jacuzzi. There, dark-haired Jason Ridge and crewcut Erik Rhodes begin their matinee with silent, searing eye contact before each slides his hand under the water to grope himself and then his partner. Their trancelike slide into Ridge's head-giving is observed from behind a nearby wall by the well-tattooed Drew Sumrock, who soon moves closer to observe. It's not long before he has dropped into the water, fully clothed, to be worshipped and adored by the other two men -- and all three are definitely men, not boys. All are excellent oralists, but Sumrock is by far the best of the lot.
Rimming and fucking comprise the latter half of the scene, and before it is over, each of the three has topped and bottomed for the other two. Ridge is the first to give up his ass, supine on a bench, to Rhodes while sucking Sumrock. In return, Sumrock then gets his ass plundered by Ridge as Rhodes watches, but the highlight of the scene is a standing doggie sandwich (Ridge into Rhodes into Sumrock) that clearly detonates all involved. The sequence extols both the joys of versatility and the delights of a chance encounter erupting unexpectedly on a hot afternoon. Beautifully lensed, this exercise in recreational sex ends with a trio of money shots, all of which are wonderfully messy.
The action then returns to Dalton, standing (and stroking) on a pedestal in the pose of a classic statue. In time, he dives into the pool and swims its length before attempting (unsuccessfully) to go down on himself and slipping into the third fantasy loop of the film. In it, Justin Wells, a cute little brunet with a crewcut and sideburns, is busily servicing baby-faced Tristan Adonis, who grows more comfortable in front of the camera with each succeeding performance. Here he murmurs sweet nothings to Wells and soon drops down to reciprocate, instigating a spate of lubricious kisses, nipple slathering and wholehearted head-giving, all the while contentedly pounding his own hard dick.
Perhaps the most vivid image of the scene occurs when Adonis lies back and lifts his legs into the air for Wells to snuggle in between his firm thighs for a banquet of rimming. It is not long, however, before the baby-faced beauty is so aroused that he is plunging into Wells' ass in a standing doggie fuck against one of the pillars. Gradually, Adonis finds his rhythm, and they soar off into a rollicking ride. But the zenith of the scene is when Adonis sprawls on the ground and Wells impales himself on the waiting upright erection for a high-speed lap-fuck that brings them both to scattershot orgasm. This is the second-best scene of the film and a quantum leap forward for Adonis as a performer.
As Dalton brings himself closer and closer to orgasm, his image gradually dissolves into a superbly edited, hypnotic underwater sequence in which three well-toned youths frolic like dolphins in the mansion's pool. They are popular Josh Weston (whose milky skin is here more tanned than we have ever seen it), veteran Thom Barron (the German superstar whose long career seems thankfully endless) and newcomer Christoph Scharff (a compact, versatile brunet). Out of the pool, Weston and Barron loll on adjoining lawn chairs, their swim trunks bulging. In no time, they whip out their stiff erections, and moments later, Scharff joins them for a heated kiss-and-suck session in which everyone gets a taste of everyone else's cock, balls and ass.
The anal action begins on the lawn chairs. Both Barron and Scharff find their way into Weston's ever-accommodating ass, and then Weston shifts gears to throw it to the equally willing Scharff. (Just listen to him demand to be fucked!) But the most electrifying footage is another round of underwater photography, in which Weston rims and then drills into Barron in two positions beneath the surface of the pool. All three money shots are impressive, but Weston's (underwater) is the best.
Super Soaked, of course, ends with Dalton finally firing off swirls of spooge before winking at the camera and heading back to the desert on his solitary way. Here, LaRue is at the top of his form, but credit for this splendiferous film must be shared with videographer Max Phillips, editor Fay DeBois and the enticing cast, each of whom has made a major contribution to the radiance of this production.
- Jerry Douglas