The first of two flicks made by Kristen Bjorn during his "Canadian phase" in 1992, "Call of the Wild" was, in my mind at least, the breakout flick which set Bjorn apart from the rest of the crowd, pointing him right to the top of the heap of great gay porn filmmakers of all time. Though he'd done remarkable work with the Australian- and Caribbean-based flicks which preceded this romp through the North woods, Bjorn's use of settings, photography, and wide variety of models which one would never assume for a moment to be typical of cock-sucking Canadians (and, they are all French-Canadians at that) was so startling as to leave movie house floors sticky for weeks when it was released. Judging from the quality of the DVD, there's no question that you'll have make sure your fingers are clean when you slip this disc out (after watching it several times, no doubt.)
We are among lumberjacks, Mounties and horn-dogs in the north woods of Quebec, and who better to introduce us to the favored pastime of men in the wilds than two lumberjacks of enormous sex appeal, Dominique Casier and Patrique Bouchard. Identical in type -- mid-sized, firmly packed muscles, thick thighs, tight bubble-butts, enormous cocks and pretty faces -- the swarthy Dominique, and the fair, longhaired puppy Patrique are no sooner on screen than their fat cocks pop out of their tight jeans and into each other's mouths. Patrique, who looks like the insatiable novice here, adores his mentor's ballsac, hole and thick cock, bringing Dominique to a no-hands climax against a tree trunk by rubbing his mate's cock with his lips and holding it there as it spurts. Dominique then gets down to kissing and licking what is one of the great asses I've ever seen, spreading the cutie's hole apart with his tongue as the camera catches all the slurps and ecstasy emoted by Patrique. Dominique then grabs Patrique's pretty (and thick) cock with his mouth from behind for a few choice licks.
The two repair to a cabin where they start to kiss and rub cocks together in the doorway. Dominique with his flannel shirt on and Patrique with a silly coonskin cap flopping its tail. The boys then get totally naked and into the real action as Dominique stands his beau up against the door and gives him a royal, but gentle, pounding. The camera work here concentrates on cock-in-ass and the ecstasy on Patrique's face. This boy loves every inch and produces a spurt of jism with no hands before bringing more out the normal way as Dominique spills a large stream on his back. They kiss, moan, and next thing you know, they are spreading a blue fleur-de-lis flag on a bench for Patrique to sit on so that Dominique can give him the blowjob he deserves (you are going to love this guy's cock, it tapers beautifully to a tasty head which Dominique savors as if it were a warm brioche). But this is Patrique's day and he needs more of his buddy's tool, so he lays back and lets Dominique feed his thick rod to him once again before they take the flag outside for a loving 69 session which is framed beautifully to give you both sides of the equation clearly. Patrique can't hold back and cums in a sweet series of spurts and then brings Dominique off once again. They kiss and walk naked through the fields to end one of the great opening scenes of the past decade.
The adorable, and later extremely popular, Michel d'Amours makes his screen debut in this film, and narrates the next scene in which he plays an animal activist who torments hunters. Two of them happen to come by -- the exotic Pierre LaBranche (who went on to make more flicks as Rod Majors), and the blondish Jacques LaVoie, a ruggedly handsome raw-boned god who slightly resembles current American porn star Scott Matthews. The hunters stop to piss and soon Jacques drops to his knees to grab some of Pierre's thick branch. Michel makes a noise, and the two chase him to a cabin where the three of them start to kiss and suck, with Jacques showing an especially hungry appetite for cock, alternating back and forth on the other two's rods as they kiss and lick each other. As in the rest of the movie, the soundtrack here is funky semi-classical music beautifully timed to the action, and a combination of grunts, moans, and exclamations (in French) wherein we learn that Canadians say "way" (as in "oui") when they mean "yes," or, "yeah, man, fuck me." Pierre is soon up Michel's tight ass with his pole as Jacques continues sucking on Michel's curved cock. One of the best things about this scene is that Jacques hardly ever has an empty mouth -- and this brings him to a sweet, fist full of his own cum. When he finally gets Michel to cum, it's a wild, heavy stream all over his face, which drips down Jacques' shirt as Rod empties his stream all over Michel's back.
The three move to a table where, true to form, Jacques grabs another oral feast, this time Rod's upturned monster, and sucks, licks, kisses and bats it around as Rod does the same to Michel, who is standing on the table feeding him. Jacques is so cock-hungry that he keeps his hunting cap on until it's time for him to turn up his butt for Rod's steel shaft. On his back and with Michel kneeling over him feeding him his cock, Jacque spreads them wide (in knee-high boots, no less) as Rod plunges in. Overhead camera work reveals a nice, stiff cock between Jacque's solid thighs and a neat set of abs that are pumping energy to his throat and sphincter to keep up with the action of separate cocks. Needing a rest, he helps guide Michel onto Rod's cock in a sit-fuck (making sure to slurp at Michel's bouncing boner along the way, but this man turns out to be indefatigable). The scene ends with him offering his butt up once again to Pierre doggy-style as he sucks on Michel's cum-ready rod. When Michel cums, it's all over the dirty-blond's face again, and Michel licks his own cum off Jacques' face. He then joins Jacques in a double-suck of Pierre, bringing him off to a no-hands climax of spectacular strength. The three kiss and go into the pond where they finish up kissing into the sunset. The only thing you will ask after this scene is why no one talked Jacques into making more films -- he is special.
After something like that, it's time to call in the Mounties, and if they are all like Sylvain Racine and Yves LaTour (the cover models), you can sign me up! Sylvain, a tall, beefy, narrow-faced, hooked-nose blond with a wispy mustache (he's gorgeous, but so unusual that he has to be described that way) will set your crotch racing as soon as you see him start to narrate the scene -- and then hot brown-skinned Canadian Yves moves into the scene and the sparks start flying. Mutual blowjobs against a tree are framed beautifully, with Yves bringing Sylvain off in streams of splendor, hands-free, of course. Sylvain, whose muscled ass is a study that Michelangelo would have gladly cast in marble, then sits on Yves's cock, holds onto a branch, and goes for a face-to-face ride which is filmed and framed beautifully, bringing out all the muscles in Sylvain's taut, sex-starved body as he cums all over his fellow Mountie's chest, and then kisses him deeply as Yves pours his cum stream through his buddy's asscrack.
Later that night, by a campfire, Yves is caught eating Sylvain's magnificent ass (this boy could draw a gang of straight men with that butt), and then waits as the blond lifts his butt and invites Yves' hot cock in for a doggy-ride. Once again, Yves fucks the cum out of Sylvain, and then pushes him up against a tree for a standing-doggy-fuck which sends the blond into moans of pleasure and another cum-fest (this guy sports the biggest cock and thickest spurts in the flick). Yves finally gets another load out of his cock onto Sylvain's asscrack, and the two kiss the night away. Again, you will wonder why Sylvain never made another film, well, maybe his ass was just so sore ...
Lucien Fortier, who went on to do several gay porn flicks for other studios as Claude Jordan, introduces us to three of his cousins, and they go off in a pick-up to a spot in the woods where they all whip out their cocks and wait for something to happen. The cousins line up facing Lucien, he kisses each one, and then goes down to sample each pecker. First we have Guy Trembley, a blond semi-raver type with a heavy cock and a slim, taut body; in the middle is dark-haired power-pack Herve Beaudry, a really cute bundle who looks eager to eat cock himself; and then we have Serge Pereault, a taller, more student-like beauty whose cock is the biggest in the scene. Lucien brings them all off and they start a ménage-a-quatre which is very simple to describe: Herve is strictly trade, but a cute one, Herve seems to be having the most fun in whomever he sucks or lets up his butt, and Lucien and Serge shoot the biggest loads in the film, it's astonishing, in fact, to see Lucien literally cover his entire chest with his first load and then spill all over Herve's chest after the latter brings him off with a solid blowjob later in the scene. The final sequence, on the flatbed of the pick-up, shows that Herve is definitely the one who keeps the action going, with Guy up his butt while he chows down on a spread-eagled Lucien, who is being force-fed from above by Serge. The final cum-shots which close the movie are superb. Lucien shoots another abs-coater which Herve struggles mightily to not lap up. Then Serge sprouts another gusher (shot by the camera to look like a cow's udder spilling milk) onto Lucien's face, nose, lips and chin which he comes as close to slopping up with his tongue as you are likely to see in a safe-sex movie.
More than any other movie, "Call of the Wild" got me back to watching gay porn when it was released in 1992. Ten years later, I would say it not only did its job well, but also it has stood the test of time brilliantly. Lap it up, boys!
The DVD version includes full-motion chapters and slide-show galleries.
A DVD Review by Bo Champio