Anyone who has kept up with gay porn recently knows that the fastest-growing part of the market, and the one which is increasingly ahead-of-the-curve in terms of trends, is the one based in Britain. This debut effort from First Crush shows that the talent is there on both sides of the camera as we are presented with five assignations in London, each totally plausible, each among or between exceptionally beautiful, hung, and very hot young men. Mercifully, they get to the point quickly in scenes that do not seem the standard 18-minute length -- most seem shorter, they are that sizzling.
In the first, blond sweetheart Tommy Trent (left, cover) is hanging in the city when the tall, lanky, darker Johnny Bennett, who might be a bit older, wanders by, stops at a newsstand, and waits for the interested Tommy to come to him to ask him for the time. The rest of the time is spent in a flat where their passions explode as soon as they enter. As with each scene, this one is filled with totally natural details: the kissing, the nipple licking and nibbling, and engagingly sweet -- and lustful -- groping for cock through briefs. And those cocks are superior, lads, as they poke perpendicularly outward, stretching the cloth until first Johnny, then Tommy, feast upon meat. Tommy's dick is perfect, just the right size for any mouth and throat, but Johnny's is more than a bag of fish and chips -- it's fat, long, and (to Tommy, at least) mesmerizing. He gives us a textbook lesson of how to attack such a monster: lick, kiss, deep-throat it, suck it as your partner eats your ass out. Tommy then throws his legs apart and invites his new man into the lair of his beautiful butt. Johnny's cock is easily swallowed missionary, doggy and then in a sit-fuck which produces a spirited spring of sperm from Tommy's stiff dick. Johnny then leans into Tommy's face with his exploding cock and sends a monster series of gushes into his mouth, all of which Tommy takes eagerly, licking the dick clean as the lights go out.
Tall, somewhat raver-like Jonathan James (slight resemblance to Czech star Adam Kubrick, but scruffier), is taking a short-cut through a cemetery during the noon hour. On the bench is the exceptionally handsome Ben Hunter, eating his lunch. But Ben (right, on cover), who looks like a cross between Princess Diana's two sons (he is much more attractive on the screen), is not about to let Jonathan get away. They wind up in a room with a chandelier for their afternoon tryst, which begins with sweet passionate kissing and briefs exploration. How happy is Ben to find a huge cock trying to escape Jonathan's pants -- but how hungry is Jonathan, who goes straight for the prize when he drops down to his knees and finds what may be the most beautiful cock in the movie, which he expertly samples with his mouth and throat before Ben runs out of patience and takes his taste of Jonathan's rod. But it's Ben who wants to plug a hole here, and in Jonathan he finds a bottom willing to be impaled on a mahogany buffet sideboard, first doggy and then missionary. In the latter position Jonathan erupts in a cum festival all over his abs, which induces Ben to pull out of his ass and whip off his condom to send a similar, creamy load in the same direction.
As attractive as the cover boys are, it's Mark Wilson who steals this movie with his looks. Dark hair, pug nose, quintessentially English scally boy or soccer boy turned yuppy, Mark is a revelation. (If you have seen Rascal's "Starting Young," you will remember the pool scene with Jason Hawke and Fitch Able -- if you merge those two faces and bodies, you've got Mark Wilson.) He is wandering on his lunch hour in his business suit when he spots a sensationally exotic Finch Francis, tall, dark, muscular, cock literally begging for action through his jeans. They go to a hotel room quickly where the kisses quickly lead to a fabulous blowjob by Mark, a nifty 69, and an exceptionally framed fuck session with Finch taking advantage of what is unquestionably one of the finest, roundest, sports-boy asses you will see this year. Spreading him wide, Finch builds up momentum as Mark lets him take full control, his pretty, uncut cock flapping hard against his crotch, spilling sweet semen on his pubes before Finch pulls out, straddles him and splotches his face with warm dollops of man dew, which they mingle as they kiss their lunch hour away.
Two handymen working in an apartment can't seem to resist each other, and who could. One, the dark-haired, tattooed Reece Richards (one of Britain's top male porn stars), drops his gardening tools to make a move on the pixie-faced crew-cut cutie Steve Paige, who can't resist a hot man either. They kiss, grapple and grope, but it's Steven who finds gold first, moving to Reece's black boxer briefs, which are filled with cock. Reece helps unloose it and this monster meat keeps Steven busy until Reece decides to sample what is also a solid chunk of chew between Steven's legs. But Reece is all about topping, and in Steven he has found a supple, willing and spreadable bottom -- legs akimbo missionary, they never change positions, each cumming together.
The last scene involves three buddies lounging in a living room. Blond-topped Danny Davis, brunet beauty Sion Thomas and narrow skater-type Paul Ford. They grapple and kiss but it is clear that Sion, the man in the middle, is the object of attention and affection. Classically handsome with great nipples, a super fat cock nestled in a perfect patch of pubes, and natural body, he is willing and able to serve in whatever role his friends demand -- he sucks them better than they suck him, IMHO, and he is a wonderful bottom, taking Paul doggy and then, spread on the floor in a scissor-fuck from Danny. During that fuck he spills his load on his thigh, then waits for his buddies to explode, and they do -- both of them into his mouth, nice, juicy loads which he savors and then cleans up from their fat uncut dicks.
Who said the Brits were reserved?
DVD features: Chapters; gallery; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Bo Champion