Flat out, right off the top, this is a major movie no matter how you slice it. More remarkably, this appears to be a debut production from a British company, filled with new faces and cocks from all over Europe, with extraordinary cinematography and framing (it's shot wide angle).
Oh, and did I tell you that the sex is absolutely unbelievably hot?
"DreamBoy" may appear to be a twink or post-twink adventure from the cover. But even though the star, Ryan Morgan, can be properly classified in either of those categories, this is a movie filled with college-age European guys with amazingly large cocks and sexual appetites big enough to take on any man, anywhere. In the process, we get to discover once again that the Brits are perhaps the single most underappreciated sexual maniacs in the world: these guys are hung, and hungry, and they never let up in a border-to-border orgy of sexual adventure.
The flick begins as a sexual awakening and proceeds into a sexual odyssey across Europe. Ryan, in the background on the cover, looks sort of like a mix of U.S. porn twinkies Kirk Kelly and Sean Storm. He begins by telling his roomie, Nick King, about his wild summer. It began after Ryan, who claimed he was a sexual virgin, was turned on by an Internet solo show by the hunky Phillipe Delores. Ryan makes contact over the Web with Ben Slater, a slightly older, slightly better defined, hedonist (sort of a cross between porn legend B.J. Slater and British prime minister Tony Blair, honest!) who arrives at Ryan's flat to teach him the ropes. If in your wildest fantasies you could imagine how perfect such an "initiation" could be, you would be stunned at how brilliantly director Max Lincoln exceeds even those wild wishes with the scene that follows. Filled with tenderness, covered with kisses, accented by lush background music and moans and gasps of pleasure, here is a scene where the teacher and student appear overwhelmed with ecstasy at the sight, size, feel, taste and smell of cock. And well they might, both young men are hung with honkers that would make Viagra-stuffed porn gods insanely jealous. Ryan's virgin fuck is handled even more lovingly, sit-style, and warmly gyrating bumps and grinds, something out of a Ken Russell fantasy, until he pulls out and cums all over Ryan's glowingly anticipating face and lips. Ryan closes his eyes, opens his mouth, drinks the nectar and cleans Ben's cock off to seal what turns out to be a unique bond.
They go outside, spy a sun-worshipping European hunk, and decide to plan a tour of European places known for hot guys. They go to a travel agent, the somewhat preppy and apple-cheeked Joel Jones, and announce their intentions. He obliges by engaging them in office sex of the least casual type, they suck and fuck with abandon, but Ryan doesn't fuck, he wants to learn, so he watches as Ben pounds Joel on the desk as Joel and he engage in mutual oral satisfaction. The loads are thick and almost never-ending, a feature of this flick.
Joel sends them to Paris, where we get some sightseeing and they manage to stumble into a sidewalk café where Jack Paronuzzi is their waiter. So they ask him if he knows some hot spots, and he says that he would show them after he cleans the kitchen. They say they'll help. Jack goes to the sink, Ben slips in behind him, and Jack mumbles, "So, you want to fuck me?" To which Ryan replies, "I want to fuck you." Ben says, "It's his first time." "First time," replies Jack, "is always better." The scene is framed, shot and acted in an way that will get an immediate rise out of you, especially because it focuses on Jack, who has to be one of the most beautiful little sex fiends in France. Baby-faced, lean-bodied, tight-assed, he reminds me of a very, very young version of Eastern European porn star Max Orloff (a.k.a. Jan Dvorak). He is a perfect and willing foil for Ryan's virgin thrusts, standing-doggy, over the stove while Ben whacks off and kisses Ryan. Then, there's a knock on the door, the sausage boy, Sherman Ash, another beauty, pops by with his delivery of the day. Leave it to Ben, however, to deliver his own sausage into the soon-naked hole of Sherman's ass. Ben eventually places Sherman on the table and the other three cum all over him. As their reward, Ben and Ryan get a tip from Jack: go to Chamonix in the Alps.
There, they come across Kris Singleton, a pale, ripped, jockish blond biker who's just rammed his vehicle into a rock and injured himself. The boys administer aid to Kris, kissing him, sucking him, shoving their fat English cocks into his hungry biker mouth. This scene has some exceptional cocksucking framed in great close-ups but is climaxed by a ménage-a-trois where Kris rides Ben cowboy as Ben sucks on Ryan who then moves to ride Kris' cock face-to-face as Ben continues to pump Kris. Loads of cream cover the valley as they explode.
Ben and Ryan come across a rest stop, a chalet-type shower and bed facility where they have individually satisfying separate encounters. First Ryan goes to take a shower and finds the very pretty blond Andrew Foqs already occupying the nozzle. Meanwhile, Ben goes downstairs to the bedrooms and spies on the beautiful brunet Jamie Carter, who is stroking his meat while leafing though a porn mag. Back in the shower, Ryan and Andrew are already lip-locked, and it's not long before they move to a fireplace-lit room where Ryan begins to gorge himself on Andrew's meat. Meanwhile, Ben has moved in on Jamie, whose cock is surely the biggest in the flick. Ben spends a long time trying to swallow even half of it. The scenes are intercut now: Andrew is fucking Ryan sidesaddle as Jamie takes a shot at eating Ben's honker, and when that moves to a 69, displays some of the best cocksucking technique in the movie. This entire scene is shot through a soft red lens, beautifully scored with music that has a boil to it. Andrew fucks Ryan in numerous positions as Ben, in a switch, sits on Jamie's massive pole and rides himself into complete delirium, covering him with passionate kisses until he pulls off and engages in a mutual jerk-and-cum. Generally, I hate these scenes, but the key here is the seamless edits of similar couplings. Brilliant.
Andrew recommends that the boys go to Munich, but they make a wrong turn and meet up with a British army jeep. The grunt driver, handsome Billy Forrest, volunteers to take them to the rail station but they have to stop at the camp first. The grunt introduces the boys to hunky sarge Brock Devonshire and his buddy corporal Chris Brady, who tease them by taking off the boys' shirts. "First thing I thought when I saw these lads is that they could probably handle a weapon," says the skinhead Brock. "Oh, I think we're pretty good at that already," says Ben, as he drops to his knees. The boys service the army cocks for a while before they are tossed on a table and fucked like rabbits who got lost in a bear cave, side by side, moan by moan, as the grunt Billy strips and jerks off above them. All five eventually pull their puds to satisfying climaxes -- Billy spills on Ben's face, Ben and Brock simultaneously climax cock-to-cock in Brock's hand, and Ryan cums while Chris is still fucking him.
The boys eventually get to a castle in Germany, where a mysterious man in white standing on a parapet beckons them. This is Antonio Lopez, the other guy on the cover, and he leads them to a den of iniquity. A sex party filled with luscious guys (Rick Alares, Angel Knight, Anthony Azimov and Andre Knutsson) eating and waiting to be eaten. This is a dark scene filmed with greenish filters, but if you pay attention, it comes off as an extraordinary orgy with a purpose, to focus on cock and hole, for Ryan and Ben to complete their journey as consumed with a desire to be fulfilled, and filled, beyond what they could have possible imagined at the start of their trip. They have become consumed by sex and are fucked into near oblivion, Ryan most especially by the mysterious Antonio, who fucks the cum out of him and then covers his body with torrents of his own goo which Ryan gathers on his fingers and licks up.
Ryan finishes his story for his roommate and says that he really doesn't know if it was real, or a dream. The doorbell rings. "Must be my new flatmate," says Nick. It turns out to be Antonio. They smile at each other. You hope there is a sequel. (There is, and the preview reveals it to be absolutely stunning as well.) "DreamBoy" is a rarity, a smashing debut, a masterpiece of storytelling and sex, a beautifully framed orgy of sexual awakening.
Do not miss it. You will never look at a Brit the same way ever again.
DVD features: Chapters; widescreen; gallery; bonus footage (two solos, and a spectacular bonus of corporal Chris Brady sucking Ryan Morgan off on a table, then fingering and rimming him to a gushy climax); and playable worldwide (no regional coding).
A DVD Review by Bo Champion