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Distributor | Released | Length |
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Naked Sword | 2011 | 166 |
Description source: promotional material
You are invited to enter the land of impulse, dreams and desire with Naked Sword's first-ever original production, Golden Gate. Twelve guys... five hardcore sex scenes... five incredible solos... over five hours of content. Golden Gate Season 1 is an exploration of the sex lives of gay men living in San Francisco. Each episode of Golden Gate is a well-crafted vignette that brings together two disparate elements of the city beloved by so many men.
Jeremy (Topher Dimaggio) and Ronald (Cameron Marshall) lives couldn't be any more different. Ronald's always had an affinity for numbers. Even in a downturn, Ron knows to sells short. But there's one market he hasn't mastered. Jeremy's never gotten anything right, except in sex. He came to San Francisco to follow his dream of being a painter. But let's face it kid, the sixties are over. You gotta pay to play in the city by the bay. A friend suggests an easy way for Jeremy to make money which takes him on a journey that crosses paths with Ronald. Soon their two opposing worlds finally come face to face.
They say that San Francisco will take you in when no one else will, but that's little comfort to Alejandro (D.O.) who's traveled twenty hours to see Adam (Kennedy Carter) - only to get stood up. Without Adam to pick him up, Alejandro's lost, a stranger in a very strange land. When he stumbles across a café, his luck finally takes a turn for the better.
A chance encounter at a gas station reconnects old friends Steven (Rusty Stevens) and Adam (Dayton O'Connor). They haven't seen each other since high school and a lot has changed. But then again, a lot hasn't. After a hot oral session in a sleazy gas station bathroom, they go back to Adam's flat where the two fuck and suck each other's brains out in an explosive flip-flop session that will leave you breathless.
The majestic wonder of the Northern Californian coast has drawn lovers to its shores for centuries. Jacob (Jeremy Bilding) and Brett (Trent Locke), for example. They are seemingly inseparable, bound to each other like the sky holds on to the clouds. But in a land of impulse and desire, the hunger for more is all but undeniable, even for the most loyal of lovers. On this journey, the hunt to satisfy the irresistible craving brings them to a street hustler named Marc (Christian Wilde), here on the streets of San Francisco.
Everyone who disappears, Oscar Wilde once wrote, seems to be seen in San Francisco. And while generations since have discovered it's a good place to leave your past behind, once you arrive oddly nothing you do is ever forgotten. Tyler (Chris Porter) came here to start over; and just as he gets his big break in his band with Ricky (Brad Star), there's a fan named Evan (Donny Wright) from his past to remind him where he came from.
"Cancel my two o'clock ... I never call in sick ... tell them my dog died," blond Cameron Marshall, looking great in a suit, tells his office. He's a buttoned-up office type, way too hard a worker. He's one of the narrator's two friends who are on course for destiny in "Golden Gate: Season 1," and what a way to start it out! "San Francisco has a way of bringing people together," we're told. That's the set-up for this delicious concoction of soap and sex, dialogue and deep-throating, fun and fucking. Hell, the movie even has a theme song, and a damn good one, played over some of the most interesting artifact pictures of San Francisco's past, spiced up with snippets of porn that are also part of its indelible past. Director Chris Ward doesn't leave anything out in making sure "Golden Gate" is both sheer delight and delectable sex.
As noted, Cameron is a hard worker, always on the go, top of his class, not really any fun, apparently. The opposite would be Topher DiMaggio. Unlike the number-crunching Cameron, Topher isn't very financially able. "Balancing his checkbook gives him hives," we're told. He's an artist with a stack of unpaid bills. After being given a list of all of the qualities that would make Cameron a terrific employee, we're told he's not perfect: he's never been fucked! Though not an official crime, it is pretty damn strange in San Francisco. As for Topher, he's found a way to make some money, by putting up an escort ad. And why not? He's a stunning brunet with a mouthwatering body. When Cameron turns on his computer to look for a rentboy, it looks like both of our men are going to win.
Cameron very nervously answers the door for Topher and both admit it's their first time doing this. The initial interplay is very cute, as both are nervous. Topher, with his long lashes and sharp features, is ideal casting for a hooker, just the kind of dream man you hope would walk through your door. Once the payment is taken care of, they head into Cameron's bedroom where they kiss. Cameron sits on Topher's chest with a raging hardon that Topher sucks very well, taking a gentle face-fuck from the owner. Topher's own boner looks mighty tasty as he strokes it while sucking Cameron. If rumors about escorts never sucking dick are true, Topher crashes that front, because not only does he suck, but he does it well and for a very long time. But, remember, he's there to get Cameron fucked. While they kiss, Topher starts to massage Cameron's hole and even aims his dick at it. For a virgin, Cameron does awfully well! He gets fucked first by sitting on Topher, sharing the chores by bouncing and then letting Topher thrust from below. Both guys maintain a somewhat nervous demeanor, which is cute for the plot, but of course they are total pros when it comes to sex. Cameron takes every inch of Topher like he's been at the rodeo for years. Topher fucks Cameron face down, where Topher can show off his ripped body as he pounds Cameron with increasing speed. By turning halfway for a bit and then finally on his back, Cameron is able to watch all Topher is doing most of the time. Topher never stops his impressive pace until Cameron cums. He then pulls out and has a cum-shot that reaches all the way up Cameron's body (and smashes myth #2, that hookers don't cum). It all seems so perfect until Topher leaves Cameron's building and opens up his wallet to count the money he got ... except it's not his wallet! It's Cameron's that he stole. Taking the cash, he drops the wallet and runs.
Raging Stallion's hero shaggy hunk, D.O. flies into San Francisco to meet a man who doesn't show up! Unless the doofus who stood him up is in the hospital or dead, why on earth would he stand up a sublime man like D.O.? The narrator actually quotes the song "San Francisco," which might be a bit much, but the part about strangers meeting is apt. Not wanting to "leave this cake out in the rain," Kennedy Carter can't resist D.O.'s swaggering beauty as he sits at a table next to him. D.O. speaks no English, and light-haired tattooed Kennedy speaks no Spanish, but lightly bearded Kennedy is a good soul who lets D.O. use his phone, gets him a coffee and even invites him to his apartment. D.O. needs a shower and comes out of the bathroom wearing nothing but his six-pack abs and a towel. When he opens his suitcase, a whole bunch of sex toys fall out. "You certainly don't like to pack light, do you?" Kennedy asks when D.O. drops the towel and reveals his big dick.
San Francisco's famous friendliness is apparent in Kennedy's treatment of D.O. sexually too. He opens his mouth as wide as he opened his door to suck D.O.'s thick uncut cock. D.O. works to force it all down Kennedy's throat and Kennedy is just the man to handle it. D.O. even moans in Spanish, when he's not cooing over Kennedy's worshipful treatment of his dick. D.O. plays the demanding topman as well as anyone, so he's totally there to be pleasured, keeping Kennedy on his cock while he fingers Kennedy's ass. He then licks one of those dildos that fell out of his luggage to play with, but ends up rimming Kennedy instead. D.O.'s flowing locks are a great contrast for the incredibly pale pink hole that is Kennedy's ass. D.O. tongue- and finger-fucks it and then goes in with the dildo. Kennedy takes it all the way, and it's not a tiny dildo, though it's thinner than D.O. So, Kennedy definitely registers the difference when D.O. uses his real cock. With D.O. behind him, breathing on his neck and forcing his cock way up inside Kennedy, there's no way Kennedy cannot be enchanted by the preening hottie at his rump. As a master top, D.O. doesn't let his bottom dictate anything, just pounding the hell out of Kennedy with speed and depth always. At one point, he does full in-and-out blasts and then soars with incredible speed, juggling styles so much that Kennedy doesn't know what to expect. D.O. spends a lot of time thanking Kennedy for his kindness through fucking. After more time than most guys could handle having D.O.'s hugeness in total, these simply flip Kennedy over and start it all again, this time with D.O. even more full of sexual rage. Kennedy tries to ape D.O.'s fucking speed when he cums, which sends his body into earthquake-like spasms. Then D.O. cums all over Kennedy's butt. Sex over, D.O.'s phone rings and he yells up a storm in Spanish, but he does leave poor Kennedy for the caller. Well, maybe not "poor" Kennedy, because the smile on the man's face as he watches D.O. disappear into the shower says he'll remember that afternoon for years!
There's a reason the man D.O. was meeting at the airport didn't show up. Meet Dayton O'Connor, D.O.'s boyfriend! While he fills up his tank (at the gas station, people, at the gas station), he's recognized by Rusty Stevens. They are old friends who haven't seen each other in years. They are also perhaps the most handsome pair in the movie. Dayton, whose cuteness is unrivaled, has a face so easy on the eyes and a sparkle in his eyes, while Rusty is a live dream, with his rugged bearded sexiness. Dayton needs to use the bathroom, so Rusty walks him over. "But a true bottom can never be kept quiet by a pair of khaki's or a wife," the narrator tells us, referring to the color of the pants and the unfortunate marital status of Rusty Stevens.
Once in the bathroom, Rusty sucks the hell out of Dayton's cock, risking whiplash and his ability to speak as he waggles his head around the dick and deep-throats it to gagging. This is easily the most exciting blowjob in the movie, with Rusty so energetic he could probably take on four more guys at the same time. "Open up, just like you used to," Dayton says, telling what kind of "friends" they used to be. Dayton is mighty insistent with his long dick, but Rusty is the winner here. The phone rings and Dayton goes to answer it. "My boyfriend. Fuck him," he says, ignoring the call because Rusty has not stopped for a breath. As the sounds of cars coming and going outside are heard (a very nice touch of realism), the sounds of Rusty deep-throating Dayton are even more impressive. I cannot overstate how wild and wanting this sucking is! Dayton has an impossible act to follow when he sucks Rusty, but because the bar has been set so high, he has to try his hardest and he does a fine job on broad-chested Rusty, definitely aping the gagging part. Rusty, still full of vim, makes sure to push into Dayton's mouth, but Dayton is up for working himself raw too. With blowjobs as good as these, why did these two ever lose touch? Rusty can't hold it in any longer after Dayton has unloaded a bucket full of spit on his cock and cums right down to the camera. Dayton then pushes Rusty back to his knees and spews all over the lightly hairy chest. But the scene doesn't end there! Rusty takes Dayton home since he still has some time. Wasting no time, Datyon fucks Rusty sideways on the couch, pushing his dick all the way into Rusty with jerky movements. Rusty maintains his hardon and they kiss, while the pathway inside Rusty gets easier and easier for Dayton. They do a great job of retaining their wild abandon, though Dayton has to work a lot harder to fuck than to suck. Another reason never to lose touch: they are versatile! Dayton parks himself on Rusty's dick and bounces the full length of it when he's not commanding Rusty to fuck him from below. Rusty is using so much energy, his red face portents a stroke if he's not careful, but damn, he doesn't let up for a second. Anything to make this scene sizzle ... or actually burn! Rusty does Dayton on the carpet missionary, a little more relaxed at this point, but as usual, this position only exists to get everyone to cum. By the time they finished, Rusty is drenched in his own sweat, making him even hotter than he has been the whole time. If "Golden Gate" intends to be a tourism brochure for San Francisco, this scene is the front cover, one so full throttle it should have eager tourists reaching to book a flight.
Even when the narrator slips into over-ripe dialogue, like when he's discussing a pair of lovers "bound to each other as the sky holds onto the clouds ... slaves to each other's desires." Sounds like a romance novel that one can read on that flight to SF to find Rusty and Dayton! But alas, it's a description of longtime boyfriends Jeremy Bilding and Trent Locke, who live by the ocean. More bodice-ripping narration tells us that even though they are totally devoted to each other, it doesn't mean they can't spice things up with a street hustler now and then. Lanky Christian Wilde is walking the streets looking for his next bit of cash when Jeremy Bilding comes riding down the street, spying Christian pawing at his own crotch as an invitation. Christian sees Jeremy watching him from across the street and pops by to offer himself for $300, but Jeremy only has $6 and a boyfriend. "It's a good time," he chuckles and Christian, who doesn't seem that busy, agrees. Meanwhile, back at the house, bearded Trent is just waking up, looking at a breakfast tray Jeremy has left him with a note saying he'll be back soon with his birthday present. Jeremy and Trent are both so gorgeous they should only need mirrors to get themselves off, but hell, a little spicy hooker is a fun birthday treat! Trent, obviously not guessing what the present is, starts playing with himself waiting. The hairy hunk is fully hard and seemingly happy just to use his hand, so Jeremy better get home soon! Real soon, because now Trent has a few fingers stuffed into his hole! And then he cums. I hope he's ready for more. Trent is sitting on the patio with coffee when Jeremy arrives with his birthday present. Jeremy then disappears inside, leaving the two alone.
Christian whips out his cock immediately and Trent likes the fat piece. Trent busies himself blowing Christian merrily, looking up at his present with pride as he rattles off an excellent blowjob, Christian leaning backwards off the balcony. As for Jeremy, the brunet looker watches from the kitchen and jacks off. His mighty cock is a clue that Trent obviously likes big dicks, so it's not long before Trent brings the three together. Christian and Jeremy have their hardons out for Trent's groping pleasure and they massage his body. Trent kneels between the guys and acts the party boy by sucking both dicks. Opting for a style totally unlike the other scenes, Trent is sensual, making slow trips down the cocks, teasing the guys as to where he going next, doing one, then the other, then both together. Jeremy's eyes roll back in his head with the sensation. They move to the bedroom where Jeremy sits on the bed watching the $6 hooker fuck Trent. How long is just watching going to last? Hopefully not long, because Christian is only doing a so-so job with Trent and the scene needs a bit more pizzazz. Trent's ass is a hairy one, so Christian could open up with something bigger in scope. Jeremy finally joins by giving Trent a dick to suck, a task in which he totally excels, even while getting fucked. Trent flips onto his back so bubble-butt boyfriend Jeremy can slice into him and this fuck has more zest. Shot from below, we get to see Jeremy sailing in and out with the complete length of his dick. If the moral of the story is that lovers need only each other, Christian has helped prove that by not really doing much, while the lovers do a great job. Trent cums for the second time that morning with Jeremy still fucking and then while Jeremy is shooting, Christian has a surprising shot, the most magnificent imaginable, that spits all the way cross Trent and hits Jeremy not only square on one nipple, but also right on the mouth. Jeremy looks like he wants to stare daggers through Christian, but the cum-shot is undeniably a winner.
After quoting Oscar Wilde (because I think the last scene proved the narrator is running a little low on snappy monologue material), we meet Chris Porter, a musician, loading all of the concert props into the back of a truck after a concert. Apparently, we're told, he used to be a webcam favorite, his tattooed lanky body and piercing blue eyes no doubt capturing the attention of many. Recovering from his vat of cheese, the narrator tells us a little about the bad lifestyles in N.Y.C. and L.A. as opposed to S.F. where, "we understand that if you are not proud of what you have done, you can't be proud of what you will do." Anyway, Chris is loading the truck with his band mate Brad Star, a muscular rowdy type, when into the warehouse comes sensationally sexy Donny Wright, who wants to tell the guys how much he liked the concert. Donny thinks he recognizes Chris, but Chris brushes him off until Donny, rather bashfully, says, "I was hoping you had time for an encore for one of your fans," grabbing at his crotch. They agree!
Donny, with his beautiful body, takes the center position as he and Chris kiss, making a most adorable young couple. Brad is left to feel around Donny's body and pry his cock loose from his pants. Donny's piece is irresistible, a big fat uncut marvel. Brad sucks it first while Chris is darting around Donny's body leaving saliva in all the best places. But, once he sees Donny's dick, he wants it for himself, so he joins Brad. The two slurp it together, going up and down on it and alternating back and forth. Donny is the lucky recipient of some excellent sharing, especially when Chris is sucking. When both tongues are in use together, Chris and Brad are at their best. They wield Donny's cock like the last lollipop in the candy store as they fight for time with it. Donny, his awesome butt leading the charge, fucks Chris, who busies his mouth now and then by sucking Brad. Donny makes for a superb top because of his thin waist, and his abs and butt, which are so strong that the top half of him never has to move as he gyrates a fierce fuck into Chris. The chemistry between them during the fucking is very noticeable as Donny really seems to be enjoying himself. Brad then fucks Chris, opting for a bragging pushy style that Chris handles just as well, especially with Donny's cock all to himself orally. Brad has a very big dick and it fits into Chris phenomenally, especially considering that Chris is a much smaller guy. Chris rides Donny, Brad there to yank at Chris' cock while he does it. It's a wonder Chris doesn't cum in seconds with Brad's forceful hand and Donny's wondrous dick. Brad does make Chris cum, droplets falling onto Donny's balls attached to the cock still in Chris' butt. The two tops stand over Chris and cum on his chest. So, does Donny recognize Chris from his website days? I guess we'll have for next season to find out!
Unlike other attempts at TV-like series porn, "Golden Gate" doesn't attempt to build strong characters, only enough to get the viewer interested in the guys so they can have great sex. And, boy, do they ever! The Rusty-Dayton scene is, in my opinion, an instant classic, but no scene here is a loser. They are all great in different ways. How can you compare Topher and D.O.? Both guys are tops to be reckoned with, but completely unalike. So, you don't compare them! You enjoy every man here for the skill he brings and fall in love with them all like you are supposed to fall in love with the city that provides the backdrop for their stories.
DVD features (2-disc set): Chapters; widescreen; solos (Jeremy Bilding, Kennedy Carter, Chris Porter, Brad Star and Donny Wright); behind-the-scenes (my favorite moment of which is when director Chris Ward tells Rusty and Dayton, "good energy" -- damn, if that's all it takes as a director to get these guys to spark like they did, wow!); bonus footage (the models at work and interviews, which range from the very smart to the questionably dim, all amusing); trailers ("Tales of the Arabian Nights," "Brutal," "Caught on Tape," "Focus/Refocus," "Heat of the Moment," "Muscle + Ink," "Nailed and Screwed," "Night Maneuvers," "On the Job," "Steamworks," "Swallow Seed Co.," "The Drifter," "The Visitor," "To the Last Man," "Unloaded," "When Men Fuck" and "Wild Ride"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Brent Blue ( http://www.mannet.com )
*** Highly, Highly Recommended ***