There's a theory in dream research that posits that if we are aware that we are actually a participant -- and not merely an onlooker -- we can control the direction of our dreams. If this is indeed true, there is no fantasy, sexual or otherwise, that we can't live out in the mental images of our own personal dream world. Whether it's true or not, it certainly makes for a great jumping-off place for gay porn. Using this convention, directors Brian Mills and Harold Creg create four unforgettable, beautifully photographed forays into this world, and the men who inhabit it are certainly worthy of "dream stud" status.
In the first, Carlos Marquez, one of TITAN's hottest men ever, stars with hugely-hung hunk Dirk Lang. (It's fairly ironic that the fantasy takes place within the dream of Carlos, who has been the object of many men's fantasies since his appearance in TITAN's "Gorge.") Carlos arrives home after a long day at work, loosens his tie, unbuttons his shirt, kicks off his shoes, and soon drifts off.
In Carlos' dream, he is a waiter whose uniform consists of little more than the napkin neatly folded over his naked forearm. His occupation is to serve others -- a nice twist on the businessman in charge "real-life" angle. Carlos quickly gains the attention of a solitary diner, Dirk, dressed in a tuxedo. Dirk is also very nicely built, with a more lean, mean physique than Carlos, who is sturdy, short, and thickly built. They make a very nice combination. Dirk orders Carlos to warm up his champagne -- and Carlos first does so by dangling his fat balls over the ice bucket, then filtering the bubbly over the head of his dick as he pours it into Dirk's glass. Dirk slurps the dick-scented wine down. And as Dirk ogles Carlos' taut, gymnast-honed body, his massive organ rises to full attention, and protrudes from the fly of his tuxedo pants. In a whimsical and inspired directing touch, Dirk then ties a napkin around his neck, bib-like, before settling in to his entrée -- a big, nice slice of Carlos' ass. It's impossible not to appreciate both the creativity and the humor in this scene -- and both actors rise wonderfully to the occasion, Dirk chowing down like a starving man on Carlos' cute little hole, and later Carlos turning his attentions to Dirk's oversized, uncut dick. Carlos is on all-fours as Dirk eases his meat into the stud from behind, and the fuck they share is intense and animalistic. As is usually the case for Carlos, he manages to inject his own special brand of life into it with smiles, little laughs, and encouragement as Dirk ravages his asshole. Carlos flips over and Dirk enters him missionary-style -- his huge, thick dick splitting Carlos' tight buns open. The cum-shots occur with Dirk squatting over Carlos' open mouth, and Dirk shoots his load on Carlos' chest while Carlos strokes his meat to orgasm. It's a great scene -- and one more thing that is inventive and clever -- while Carlos is being fucked by Dirk, the camera pulls back just enough to reveal he is, quite literally, being served up on a silver platter.
You know how one little thing -- a passing glance on the street or a furtive look -- can influence your thoughts and dreams? When straight man Patrick Knight is driving into his parking garage, a hunky jogger, Sean Paris, impedes his progress. At first, he is annoyed, but, then, as the hour grows late, he finds he can't get the hunky runner out of his thoughts.
With his female companion asleep beside him, Patrick nods off and immediately his subconscious takes him into a shower infused with soft blue light, and the jogger of his dreams awaits. The two share some hot kisses and gropes under the water, then the blue light magically changes to soft white, and the two studs are hard, erect, and raring to go. Patrick, who is buff, lightly furred, and gorgeous, takes control, and the equally handsome Sean bites his nipples and sucks him greedily while his own rock-hard dick rises below. Taking the big stud in hand, Sean coaxes a big cum-shot from his dick, and uses the still-hard meat to rub the jizz onto his pecs. Patrick then drops to his knees and eats his cum off Sean's chest. Sean straddles Patrick's body and strokes himself to a huge, spurting load that lands on Patrick's buff torso as Patrick watches from behind. Sean follows suit and licks his load off of Patrick. But Patrick's dream is far from over -- he then squats over Sean and sucks his dick while Sean eats Patrick's ass and fingers his hole. Then the two flip-flop, and Patrick is on his back as Sean agilely sits on his dick and fucks himself with it. The camerawork here is excellent, capturing the spearing of Sean's ass perfectly. Then Patrick and Sean get into the missionary position, and Patrick plows Sean from above. Again, there is some amazing videography here showing off the action to perfection. Finally, showing the versatility of Patrick (and, apparently, his fantasies), Patrick gets on bottom and Sean fucks him, as Patrick jerks his own cock. Patrick shoots his load, Sean's cock still sheathed in his ass. Sean pulls out, shoots, and adds his cum to the mix on Patrick's lower belly.
There are all kinds of dreams: Dream men, dream jobs, and, of course, dream homes. When cute blond realtor Josh O'Hara shows a stunning loft property to a potential customer, the hunky Brock Webster, a casual touch between the two leads to a lot more than house-hunting.
Brock and Josh are very attractive together, with Brock's dark good looks a contrast to Josh's fair, tight, gorgeous body. The action between the two is fierce, beginning with Josh's eager deep-throating of Brock's huge, thick dick, to Brock's smoldering stares into Josh's eyes as he fucks him doggy-style from behind. Brock, though, is not one of those total tops -- he, too, gets into the act, slobbering over Josh's nicely-sized dick and salivating over his tight, downy-furred hole. The fuck scene, though, is magnificent, the true jewel in the pairing. Josh perches on a pedestal as Brock pounds into him. Josh turns his body and the two share a passionate kiss, but Brock never flags in his thrusts, keeping them up even as he is locking lips with Josh. Both studs release huge loads of white stuff at the end, Josh on his back and Brock rising before him, their cum glazing Josh's taut abs.
In the last scene, a book illustration of a dark, ominous tower, a sole light in the uppermost room, jumpstarts a reverie for Oscar Leon. Oscar is enough to jumpstart anyone else's reveries with his tight body, handsome face, thick, sensuous lips, ass and dick of death. Andreas, a hairy, massively-hung stud, joins him in a light bondage and S&M scene that takes place inside a mythical tower room.
In the room, Oscar is tied spread-eagle, naked, standing and blindfolded while Andreas teases him with a fencing sword. Oscar's well-defined muscles stand out in relief as he arches away from the torture. Andreas, clad in a leather jock and black mask, smiles cruelly as he administers the teasing. Still, Oscar is obviously enjoying himself. His fat, uncut dick rises to an erection as Andreas continues. Andreas watches, and uses his free hand to tease his own nipples. Andreas releases Oscar from his restraints, deeply kissing him as he does so. Then Oscar gets on his knees and does some foreskin work, snuffling the thick covering of Andreas' cock with his nose before exploring it with his tongue. The mask comes off, and Oscar manages impressively to deep-throat Andreas' massive cock. Andreas pulls out of Oscar's mouth and releases a huge spray of cum that lands all over Oscar's bulging torso. But if Oscar is impressive with his oral skills, they can't hold a candle to his anal ones -- Andreas shoves his thick meat up Oscar's eager and willing ass, and Oscar barely whimpers. As once again, the videography captures the action perfectly, Andreas fucks Oscar from behind, and slaps his ass while doing it. Then Oscar athletically takes Andreas while suspended from the ceiling, holding on while Andreas plows him. The strain on Oscar's muscles (and no doubt, his ass) makes sweat pop out all over his body. Oscar blows a huge load while Andreas is still inside him, then Andreas pulls out of Oscar's ass and shoots a wet messy spray of cum all over Oscar's well-used ass.
Though the dream world milieu is not exactly new to gay porn, directors Creg and Mills certainly have raised the bar for other gay porn directors in terms of expanding the convention and giving it new life with "R.E.M."
DVD extras include some prime views of cast warm-up (fluffing) shots, with off-screen sex that you normally wouldn't get to see; footage of a music image gallery with incredibly good photography by Brian Mills; a softcore featurette; a cum-shot compilation; interviews with Josh and Carlos (who once again proves to have a great sense of humor), and photo shoot footage with photographer Brian Mills and Carlos and Dirk, Patrick and Sean, Oscar and Andres, and Josh and Brock.
A DVD Review by Martin Cox
In case you've forgotten - or never knew in the first place - the acronym REM stands for the rapid eye movements that occur during that cycle of sleep when one is dreaming. Now Titan Media's in-tandem directors, Harold Creg and Brian Mills, have appropriated the letters to serve as the title, R.E.M., of their latest creation, a haunting dreamscape of a film in which four different men doze and, eyelids fluttering, float off into a quartet of wish-fulfilling fantasies that are at once sensually real and achingly ideal.
Each of the four explicit episodes that comprise the film is a miniature gem. Three of them are simply glorious, but the other one (in second position) is as close to perfection as one is likely to see these days on video. It features Titan exclusive Patrick Knight and a sexual cynosure named Sean Paris. Together, they make magic, and their coupling demands to be discussed at once and at length.
The sequence begins as the darkly handsome Knight, about to pull his car into his garage, notices a dirty blond jogger (Paris) breaking his gait to smile and wave before moving on out of sight. The image is indelible, and that night as Knight undresses (amid his children's toys) and crawls into bed (beside his wife), the image returns to invade his sleep. There, the jogger is showering, bathed in blue moonlight, and soon Knight has joined the stranger, who seems to be waiting for him. As if driven by some irresistible force, they lock their big, beefy arms around each other and practically siphon long, lubricious kisses out of each other. Both are gym-built demigods, and videographer Mills' camera caresses every movement of their broad shoulders and chests, thick thighs and arms, granite abs and butts - and most of all their quivering, enviable cocks.
Soon, as in the disjointed manner of dreams, the moonlight becomes full color, and the two men are sprawled on a pillowy comforter in bright, warm limbo. Eagerly, Paris explores every inch of Knight's body with his tongue, eventually devouring his partner's twitching erection. He is a masterful cocksucker who clearly delights in giving pleasure, and Knight frequently drools streams of spit into Paris's mouth to lubricate the action. It's not long before each releases a fistful of creamy jism all over the other's sweaty flesh. But the scene has only begun. In the second round, they slide into a 69 that is highlighted by Knight's masterful servicing of Paris's rockhard erection as Paris contents himself with burying his face in the hairy cavern of Knight's ass.
When they escalate into the anal action, Paris is the first to bottom, straddling his supine partner and carefully impaling himself on Knight's upright erection. In a whisk, they are locked at both ends, kissing and fucking simultaneously as if ordained to be thus melded together. In time, they shift to missionary position, which is captured superbly in a top shot with Paris happily stroking himself, his legs spread wide as Knight repeatedly pistons into him. Then they shift, and Paris coaxes his way into Knight, missionary style, slowly but surely drilling him to a contented orgasm while plugged. The scene ends with Paris dropping his second hefty load all over Knight followed by a tender series of sloppy kisses. This scene is certainly the apex of the film, but the others are nearly as notable.
The opener focuses on the heavily tattooed Carlos Marquez as a waiter who returns home after his shift at a fancy restaurant to doze and dream of a brawny blond customer played by Derek Lang. Behind a gauze curtain in full view of the other diners, the naked waiter pours champagne over his cock into Lang's goblet, notes the tuxedoed Lang's hard erection twitching out of his fly and soon serves up himself on a silver platter (well, maybe brass) for the hungry diner. In the dream, Lang seems to be at both ends of the nude waiter at once, eating (and fucking) his ass and simultaneously face-fucking him. Marquez cannot seem to get enough at either end, deep-throating while demanding harder anal thrusts. Lang obliges, drilling the human entrée in several positions on the tabletop. In time, Lang explodes while sitting on Marquez's face, raining cum all over his pecs; Marquez chokes out his load all over his own pubes, and Lang (who looks like a young Harrison Ford) finishes him off before they kiss for dessert.
In the third slot (following the Knight-Paris go-round), a perky young realtor, the lanky, pink-skinned, strawberry blond Josh O'Hara, is showing an empty high-end loft to a possible tenant, the swarthy, olive-skinned, stubble-bearded Brock Webster. The gimmick of the film is carelessly abandoned here, for neither of them dozes off; instead O'Hara envisions his client naked in the vast, vacant space (which feels like something out of a Bergman film). Blessed with a courtesan mentality, he sets out to make Webster very happy, sucking, rimming, kissing, moaning (he's quite a groaner!) and in time giving up his ass in several positions to his demanding, thick-dicked partner. The swarthy Webster is also an expert at sucking cock and eating ass, but clearly nothing makes him happier than pounding his bottom-boy to a cock-in-the-ass explosion. Both money shots are potent, but the noisy, insatiable O'Hara powers the scene.
In the final episode, the crew-cut Oscar Leon is glancing through a book and stops at a drawing of a building that looks like a cross between Frankenstein's castle and the Tower of London. Once he dozes, he himself is transported there via a flash of lightning to find himself blinfolded and bound to a rack while the masked, hirsute, mononamed Andreas pokes menacingly at his body with a supple fencing foil. Leon's cock responds at once, rising before our eyes. This prolonged foreplay eventually segues into Leon servicing the masked master, giving special emphasis to his rubbery roll of foreskin. Both bring themselves off before they move on to the anal games. Andreas eats ass, fingers his prey and fucks him in two positions, the latter as Leon hangs suspended in mid-air from a trapeze. Both deliver expansive splatter shots in counterpoint to the rainstorm outside. This beautifully appointed, weird little exercise in kink brings the film to its close, but the production might have been better served by saving the Knight-Paris bout for last.
In R.E.M., the flawless videography is mesmerizing, the wide range of types among the superb cast members provides something for everyone, and the sexual performances, without exception, seem inspired from foreplay to afterglow. What's more, the Knight-Paris vignette is extraordinary, on its own worth the price of the tape or DVD. You'll wear out the tape (and your hand) rewatching it.
- Jerry Douglas