If there's one constant the world has lived with since men from adjoining caves first became attracted to one another, it's excitement which heightens the ultimate sexual contact after the hunt or the chase -- or, to utilize the polite euphemism, cruising. How many times have you cruised some guy in a park, on the street, in a sex club, and after making contact had just about the best sex in your life? Even if the guy was, by all accounts, pretty ordinary. Well, here's a movie, deemed a pro-amateur production, which will send you over the moon in its simple exploitation of that part of our lives. With excellent production values, and a cast which for the most part will make you drool, "Cruisemaster Road Trip: Number 1" pulls no punches in getting to the sex, and delivers a knockout blow in two out of the three scenes. That the first and third scenes are so strong makes up for an average middle scene. (Go to the website above and take a look at the preview clips and get this flick at once -- don't be fooled -- the clips don't even begin to tell you how hot this flick is.)
I am taking some liberty here with the performers' names. They are not clearly identified in each of the scenes, but I will do my best. No matter. We start off in Rock Creek Park, Washington, D.C., where Joe Raven, a 40ish dude who is the Titan or MSR type, though not as bulked up, is strolling through the woods bare-chested, baseball cap on his balding head, and his monstrous cock swinging between the folds of his loose shorts. On a little bridge is Brent Zima, a college student with a backpack, in loose jeans and a T-shirt, wearing those preppy glasses kids at Princeton used to wear. This kid is a cross between a computer geek and a Dirk Yates Marine, though his nice body is really hidden at first in his jeans. They cruise, and they go off into the woods where Brent already is showing hard wood in his jeans and Joe's cock is so hard it jumps out of his waistband, right into Brent's waiting mouth. A kissing, sucking and moaning bout follows and we get some real hints at what's to follow, for Joe is an avid cocksucker who pays detailed attention to Brent's eminently suckable cock. But it's Joe's cock that is the star of the show -- long, hard, upturned and thick as a limb from the tree above, waiting, begging to shove itself up what turns out to be a pretty sensational little ass on the really cute Brent. What is most surprising is that Brent keeps his glasses on the entire scene and it just makes him, and the whole atmosphere, more sexually charged. Here's a college student who is always prepared, he pulls a condom out of his backpack, hands it to Joe, gives him the lube and bends over to work that huge pecker up his preppy geek ass. Well, it turns out these two are just too much for the park (Brent is turning into a moaner), so they repair to a nearby hotel where Joe is obviously a guest (the bedspread is mussed when they get into the room).
Once in the room, they tear each other's clothes off (Brent's mouth on Joe's cock the whole while, and they slip into the bed where Brent once again reaches out for his backpack and provides Joe with the riding equipment. Brent sits on Joe's fat cock, goes for a ride, then becomes putty in the older man's hands as Joe tosses him on his back, fucks him missionary-style on the bed, then lifts him up and sets him down on a settee against a full-length mirror and fucks him first missionary- and then doggy-style. The kid is in ecstasy, moaning and shouting the occasional "Fuck me!" encouragement permeating the air. One thing that is clear throughout is, unlike many so-called amateur flicks, the excitement here is heightened by the fact that both men are hot for each other, and the viewer is aided and aroused by exceptionally good camera angles and sensible edits. The kid's pleasure turns Joe on and he pounds Brent mercilessly before setting back on the bed again for more fucking positions. Both cum in large torrents at the end, and though you wish there might have been a closing kiss and shower scene, one could see why everyone involved, including the cameraman and director, would have been too exhausted to continue.
The second scene takes place in a "Los Angeles sex club," that's all we're told, and in an apartment bathroom. A very skinny, very blond street kid is viewed from above in a stall in the club's bathroom sucking cocks through opposite stall wall glory holes. In the next stall, a very sexy, preppy type brunet with a swimmer's build and huge dick is offering his tool, and eventually, slips a condom on and shoves it into the blond's pucker through the glory hole (the guy in the other stall provided cock merely for a few seconds). It's not clear who these two are in the credits, but apparently the preppy's cock was so good it causes the blond kid to move into his stall after they cum (which is not shown) and accept an invitation to go back to the preppy's apartment. Meanwhile, we are treated to another unidentified skinny blond (well, strawberry blond) whacking off his huge cock (all these guys are hung) on a bed in one of the private rooms. A sexy exotic boy comes in, fully clothed (but with a promising bulge in his jeans). They kiss, the new boy crawls on the bed behind the blond, and they keep kissing until the blond erupts. Very quick interlude here, but very real, if you know your way around sex clubs.
Meanwhile, back at the apartment, the blond street kid and the preppy continue their bathroom fetish, kissing and sucking on the vanity, until the preppy decides he'd like to have some of that skinny kid's massive cock up his hole. They condomize themselves, and after a couple of tries (I like the fact that this is not edited out), the fuck is on, and it's vigorous, satisfying and filmed from beneath the preppy guy's crotch as he takes it doggy-style until his cockhead suddenly swells and spits out a great glob of cream. Yum! Not the best scene in the flick, but these two guys showed great chemistry, which is the underlying point of an enjoyable cruise, don't you know?
The last scene will go down as one of the best examples of several genres in gay male porn history:
No. 1: Boyfriends who like to fuck together with a stranger.
No. 2: Businessmen in another city getting it on with local trade.
No. 3: Hotel sex.
No. 4: Dirty talk.
I am going to put names to bodies even though they're not readily identified, but it appears that the two seducers might be real-life lovers, because one of them was the Cruiser of the Week on the production company's website. That would be Josh Kane, a Christopher Meloni-type hard-bodied beauty in his late-30s, and his boyfriend, the younger Timothy Vaughn (another preppy type, but he looks a little like a younger version of current hot porn star Michael Brandon). They are looking to pick up some piece of ass outside the 12th Street Gym in Philadelphia. We get a long pan of the scene from across the street -- Josh in a designer suit, Tim in dress shirt, tie and chinos. They are obviously on their way back from a meeting to their hotel and they spot Tony Serrano, who looks exactly what his name sounds like. He is a chiseled Latino cock-swinger, wide, exotically handsome face, dick and gonads bursting through his training pants.
They get to the hotel room and before Tony has a chance to put down his gym bag, Josh has his lips on him, Tim has his hand in his sweats and Tony is reaching for Tim's cock. The kissing leads Josh to drop to his knees and pull out Tony's monster nine-inch upturned bazooka, to which he gives exceptionally experienced head, while Tim dives for a few sucks and then sticks his face into his boyfriend's lap. Here we get an intro into one of the underlying reasons this scene is so hot. Tony starts to talk. "Oh, you guys make my cock so hard, man ... I sure hope you guys like getting fucked." "With that fucking cock, you bet," moans Josh as he comes up for air, to which Tony responds, "I like a nice ass," and Tim unlocks his jaw from Josh's cock to mumble, "You've got two of them right here." They have yet to leave the hotel room's foyer, and Josh and Tim are still partially clothed. This scene crackles from every conceivable angle and position from then on. More than 25 minutes of sucking, rimming, kissing and fucking. Holding it all together is the obviously attraction between Josh and Tim, and how totally they don't give a shit about sharing their sex with a stranger who can please both of them. Tim is the obvious bottom here, but we are ahead of ourselves. The beauty of this amateur flick is that the men are obviously gay and know what they're doing, so you can literally feel the juice being sucked out of holes during rimjobs. Tony gives a side-by-side one to the partners, and when Josh gets too far up his butt with his tongue, cautions him to stop, "I don't wanna cum before I fuck your boyfriend." He doesn't have to worry. He gets his chance. After doing some professional dick-eating of his own, fucking Tim while Tim sucks Josh, in a wide variety of positions all over the bed. "I could ride this all night," Tim moans during a sit-fuck, to which Tony slurs: "That can be arranged." Then Josh mounts his partner in even more positions while Tim sucks Tony's dong. Before long, Josh is bent over doggy-style and Tony goes up his chute and the older guy proves a solid, hot bottom. When they finally cum, Tony and Josh at opposite ends of the prone Tim, whom I'm not so sure popped a load, it's with gusto and obvious glee. "I think we picked the right one," Josh whispers to Tim, as he bends over to kiss him. "You boys wiped me out," is Tony's coda, and the movie ends.
If you've never fucked in a hotel room before, or cruised someone in a park or on the street, or even in a sex club, this is the guide as to how it is done best, and what it should be like. There are precious few professional films that can string together such heat in a nearly two-hour sex binge. In "Cruisemaster Road Trip: Number 1," we have found the validation of a lifestyle, some very hot men, and a major breakthrough production company for us to follow eagerly over the near future.
A Video Review by Bo Champio