Porn star turned director/producer Blade Thompson may have found his groove by featuring hot new meat rather than grinding proverbial porn-steaks into hamburger for this feature, centered around a gay video dating service named Flesh and Boners . Fans of porn pups will want to see this one just for the satisfaction of having seen the debut of some potential "rising" porn studs.
The story is simple: Jess Martin runs the show, taking applications and matching up potential lovers via videotape. This application process gets old by the time we get to couple number three. With such a young and inexperienced cast, Thompson should go light on the dialog and show more of what young boys do best - spring-loaded boners plugging perfectly shaped butts. The videotapes that are shown are not flattering and have all the warmth of a hostage video.
Clay Stone watches Skye Foster's video, and because he appears to have a pulse decides to go out with him. Let's just say, the fun isn't in the "love connections" being made here, it's in the heat generated when the pants finally come down. You may want to keep the remote handy, because somewhere in all of this, there is sex. Stone has mocha-colored skin and a thick rod that Foster quickly devours. Foster looks like your basic guy, you know, the best-man-you-slept-with-at-your-sister's-wedding type. Foster's pole is veiny and thick with low-hangers. The fucking is top notch, the ending a little deflating as Stone creams on his own smooth belly and with some clever (read-obvious) editing, Foster limps out a money shot.
Ricky Shore and Jason Ball don't even go on a date. After seeing the video, Shore goes right for Jason's - er - balls! Licking from stem to stern, paying close attention to a rather nice mushroom head topping at least 9 inches of roddage. Shore is a blonde hottie, with a slight southern accent. Apparently, they do a lot of pole smoking where he's from, 'cause he's really good at it. Ball finally gets to poke Shore, and it's not long before he pops all over Shore's cock. Then, with the camera still rolling and no editing, Ball pops on a fresh rubber and continues to fuck Shore, who vocalizes his appreciation. I'm guessing Ball's "abilities" will be noticed and they are a welcome change from the usual cock-ring and viagra-assisted porn scenes.
Steve Tuck and Lee Hassalo have the best fuck of the bunch. Hassalo is a cutie, with ears that scream "large wiener." (This is not a myth, dear reader, just a summation based on years of painstaking research. Research subjects can apply to Harry Bayer, in care of this magazine.) Hassalo and Tuck do some tongue-wrestling, and then Tuck puts his thick, pouty lips on Hassalo's boner. When Hassalo finally drills Tuck, Tuck's hole is raw and frothy by the end of the scene!
The last setup finds date master Jess Martin hooking up with Rod Stetson for a little office sex. Martin finally gets to do what he does best, and I don't mean acting.
For the most part, Thompson's set-ups are paced very naturally. This may get tiresome for those used to quick edits, fast music and digital fireworks. Thompson lets each couple have time for long, slow strokes in semi-real time. Many of the pairs actually seem to like each other.
There is some sort of Zamphir type flute music as a background that fits many of the scenes but may also induce coma in large doses.
- Harry Bayer