If these guys are real lovers off screen, I want to be a fly on the wall all the time in their apartments. If not, I want to be the first to nominate each of them for some kind of acting award. That's how good these two couples are, and how real the sex -- and love -- streams from the screen. Don't let the "bareback" part put you off if you're a politically-correct person -- the sex here is natural and totally wall-to-wall, the way men in lust are supposed to act, and there is no cum-eating, though it would certainly not be out of place. The first scene features Thomas Bjorn and Keb Sanders in their very tasteful (and what appears to be very large studio-type) apartment. Thomas is somewhat of a clone of the 1980s porn star Dave Connors ("One in a Billion," Surge), which means he's got this je-ne-sai-quoi Harrison Ford look, a ripped body, and (well, I don't know about Mr. Ford) a very long and fat cock. He's making dinner when he hears Keb coming in from work, and he calls out that he has a surprise for his lover, asking him to turn to the door. The surprise is that he blindfolds Keb from behind and leads him through an hour-plus sex-a-thon in every corner of their apartment's more accommodating spaces, and in every conceivable position. Keb is a slightly shorter and somewhat less ripped version on his boyfriend -- darker hair, more conservative in appearance, though we never see his face. They start by sharing fruit and champagne on a blanket on the floor, kissing and licking, swapping tongues and juices, with Thomas worshipping virtually every inch of Keb's hairy body. He lets champagne spill from his mouth onto Keb's grey briefs, sucks his cock through the wet cloth and then plunges down on it. I found this extremely credible because from what I could tell of his previous work (all in Puppy Productions films, and especially in "Forced Entry Club"), Thomas is a loud, forceful, and extremely aggressive top. Here he cannot get enough of Keb's body and especially his cock. He brings Keb to an antique settee where he continues to orally please his lover, sliding into a brief 69 before mounting Keb's very generous schlong in a facing sit-fuck. This soon becomes a back-to-front sit-fuck of exceptional athleticism -- Thomas rides that cock in bronco fashion, throwing his legs up and thrusting to the ceiling in ecstasy. They move across the room to the bed where Thomas continues his oral assault, pausing every so often to dive head-first into Keb's hot pucker for some deep rimming before offering up his hot butt sit-fuck style again. Soon, however, Keb needs to get some of Thomas' hot cock, and the rest of the scene features Thomas' assault on Ken's butt. First Keb gets himself pummeled in a variety of sit-fuck positions on the bed, then he's on the floor, on his knees with Thomas plowing him while pulling back on the tie-strings of the blindfold ("ride 'em cowboy," indeed!), and then flips him over for the only missionary segue before standing Keb up, bending him over a chocolate-colored velour couch, and fucking the cum out of him (onto the couch) while exploding himself. The scene ends right there, and the only thing that you might not like that much is that the soundtrack -- which is an original, and very good, club-techno scoring achievement -- allows for no sounds from the actors. So what, this is a hot, long and wonderful fuck session. The second, and shorter by a half, scene gives us a look at how a couple in love wakes up in the morning. I found the one incongruous part of this scene an absolute turn-on -- the actors, Scott Thornton and Matt Douglas, are not naked beneath the covers. The way it unfolds just lends to the credibility of the situation -- as does the total lack of a soundtrack (other than their own natural whispers to each other, groans, and shouts). Matt wakes up first and climbs out from beneath the quilt, in disheveled white briefs, a nice mid-30s body topped by a very attractive, sharply-featured face. Matt is the only one of the quartet to have appeared in major porn before (most notably a brilliant scene on a rooftop in Studio 2000's "Perfect Strangers" where he seduced a younger, hot preppy type jock). Here, the same type of guy is sleeping next to him: Scott is a handsome, well built, bubble-butted dark-haired sex fiend, and when he hears the shower, he wakes with lust in his eyes and a raging hardon showing beneath his boxer-briefs. He makes his way into the shower for some intense kissing and mutual sucking before they climb out of the shower and towel each other off. Still, they can't keep their hands and mouths off each other, sucking and kissing in the bathroom until you hear a cellphone in the background. "I'm not answering that," Scott whispers and they head to bed. The rest of the scene is very conventional in terms of set-up and follow-through -- kissing, sucking, 69ing, and then Matt enters Scott sidesaddle. But it's the total and complete familiarity which strikes you here -- they know what each other wants, and when it's time for Matt to get fucked (it's obvious he's more of a top), they swing into a scissor-sit-fuck, with Matt's thighs sitting on top of Scott's as the latter forces his major piece of meat gently up his boyfriend's well-oiled cavity. Still, it's Scott who needs the pole up the hole more, and Matt gives him a strong, sensuous trip around fuck heaven with a sweet missionary-pumping roundelay which is punctuated by hot sweet nothings: "So close, you close?" "Oh, yeah." "Say when." "Ahhh, when." (I swear that's the dialogue, and you can hardly hear it, but this is not a script.) Their explosions of cum are unbelievable -- well, come to think of it, they are both very hung so there was a lot of juice to let out of the tubes -- and their after-play is gentle, sweet, kind and totally believable. It may have been a quickie, but it is a scorcher, and that's what you'll say about this neat little flick with believable guys and excellent production values from a promising new studio.
A Video Review by Bo Champion