We are back in the realm of director Keith Griffith, who takes our cruising fantasies and brings them to life. This time around he gives us two extremely hot cruise scenes, and one energetic mini orgy, with a cast of men who are more than attractive and eager to please.
In "Gym Buddies," Griffith discovery Mark Waters shows us that once let out of the confines of his home state of Idaho, he can find sex wherever he arches his thick, black eyebrows and flashes his aw-shucks smile. Star of "Fantasy Cum True: Mark's First Orgy," this mid-20s plumcake is working out in a gym in South Florida hard by Zach Richards, a dead-ringer for porn star Sean Storm, and a sucker for Mark's extremely subtle, yet no-nonsense cruise. Mark moves off his weight machine and into the locker room, where Zach joins him in an extremely sexy joint striptease before Mark heads off to the showers. Now, this is a very convenient shower because it's a stall with a door on it, so Zach feels no compunction whatsoever in sizing up his prey and slipping his body right into Mark's embrace. The two kiss under the streams of water, and we are set up for a torrid love match between two body opposites -- Zach is a thin cross-country tyke, and Mark, who has obviously been living high on the hog and is wise to be at the gym, is a perfectly suitable boy-next-door.
Most boys-next-door don't know how to suck like him, however. He goes to his knees and takes Zach's huge, downward-turned hardon straight down his throat, just to get him started, and then proceeds with a loving blowjob that is shot in all the right angles. Zach makes haste for Mark's cock soon, and he finds a straight, fat, pulsing throb of meat to feast on, giving his new-found mate enough to think about so that Mark pulls him up, gathers him in an embrace, leans back against the shower wall, and lifts the smaller guy up on his hips, in what looks to be a prelude to a standing fuck. Alas, it's not that comfortable, so they dry off and head back to Mark's apartment. Once there, Mark brings his skills more sharply into focus, chowing down on Zach's rod and shaved balls, and diving into his cute, skinny butt with his lapping tongue. Zach, on the other hand, has a veritable feast of his own on his hands, which the camera reveals to us nicely in a 69 session which offsets Mark's furry balls and Zach's clean ballsac, as well as their respective skills at eating cock. Zach himself knows what to do when his tongue is invited into a butt, and starting with this rimming session, director Griffith invites us to speculate what might be our pleasure should Mark every come back in another flick -- he focuses the camera on Mark's tight, beautifully shaped ass, asking us to contemplate what looks like extraordinary virgin territory, and keeps that focus even when Mark mounts his new boyfriend missionary and starts plowing away. The fuck sequence is smooth, hot, energetic and filled with passion as Mark pulls Zach up from his back to ride his Idaho cock, then slips it in doggy-style before throwing him a piston-driving, cheek-spreading finale that forces streams of cum from Zach's tool as Mark continues to plow the back forty. He is quick to pull out, whip the condom off, and spill his seed as well, and the two kiss themselves off to a promise to return to the gym -- what a nice place to get the muscles pumped!
In "Nice!" we are then transported to an indoor pool at a Chicago hotel, where redheaded Lance Storm, he of the near-skinhead look with diamond-shaped sideburns, is finishing a swim. He goes to the elevator where he is joined by Dakota Williams, an absolute dead-ringer for all those straight-looking hunks on "The Bachelor" or "Joe Millionaire," or whatever. They get on the elevator, Dakota in a T-shirt and khakis, Lance in a towel over his Speedos. They cruise. They watch the door close as they arrive and leave Dakota's floor. They move into Lance's room, "It's cool, my folks are out shopping." To which Dakota replies, "My girlfriend's downstairs." Yeah, right. Nothing wrong with a little situation comedy stuff.
What follows, however, is hardly a comedy. They kiss, and strip, and Lance throws Dakota doggy-style over the couch and plunges his mouth into what is quite the handsome ass, tanned and smooth, waiting to be conquered by the lily-white animal that Lance has shown himself to be in the "Fantasy Cum True" series ("Mark's First Orgy" and "N.Y.C. Bukkake"). But, first, having been lubed up, Dakota needs to examine what will no doubt be soon traveling up his chute. The two of them sit on the couch and Dakota takes Lance's hot, hard, huge cock for a tour of his mouth and throat, going all the way down to the red pubes and then moving like a piston up and down while drooling. Lance, who likes to play hard-ass, we suspect, is melted by this display and cannot take his eyes off this fabulous hunk and gets a sampling of Dakota's prodigious piston himself before they rise and open the couch to a bed, plunge right down and go into a moist and hungry 69 session. All the while, you can almost sense Dakota's hole twitching for cock, and Lance is not immune to the signals, whipping out a condom, juicing up the hunk's hole, and plunging, gently at first, and then fully extended, into Dakota's craving chute. This is a masterly display of top wanting ass and bottom craving cock -- missionary and doggy on the bed, then missionary on the work table in the hotel room, then sit-fuck on the bed before they two explode all over each other and end their matinee in a slobber of kissing. This is one of the most surprising couples of the year, and their sex looks exactly what it's was supposed to be in those laughable lines which they utter when they enter the room -- "my folks are out ... my girlfriend's downstairs." I almost believed it myself.
The last scene, "CommunalStall.com" ( http://CommunalStall.com ), go to the website to find out what it means, is set in a house in Atlanta, and it's clear from this romp that the city well deserves its nickname of "Hotlanta." There are about a half-dozen attractive, mid-20s to mid-30s ordinary guys here in a "pass around" party where they all take advantage of a couple of bottom boys who are just inexhaustible. It's a series of tightly edited vignettes rather than a continual scene, but it's hot nonetheless.
Still, this flick is best appreciated for the first two scenes, in which Griffith once again, with the assistance of four very hot men, defines the essence of a cruising which ends in full contact -- for a brief part of a day, this man is the only man in the world, the only one I want to be with, now, and forever, or at least until both of us cum.
A Video Review by Bo Champion