The one thing about so-called "amateur" videos is that you can get away with a few glitches or conceits here and there that suddenly jolt the viewer into realizing that the actors are not under that much direction or that they are engaged in long-term contracts. The difference in this flick, however, is that while there are some glitches, there are no conceits, instead we have one of the most perfectly realized sets of couplings in one of the most competitive amateur genres and movie centers, i.e., pseudo military in San Diego.
The focus of this romp is Kye Eden, a recently discharged military boy who looks every inch like a porn version of baseball star Derek Jeter. Taut, hung and horny, Kye has just moved into an apartment in a San Diego complex and introduces himself to us by lolling naked in the Jacuzzi, waiting for action, that doesn't come. So, he puts his hot honker back in his tight boxer brief swimsuit, heads to his apartment, and jerks off for our pleasure. Those who enjoy solos will have their own reaction (I am not one of those), but those who enjoy young hot military cock will flip out at prospects of what's to come, the man is hung beautifully, with low-hanging nuts and a solid, nicely trimmed crop of pubic hair. He also has a delicious ass that he treats splendidly with a fat pink dildo before he splurges and carries on with the rest of the film.
The second scene is, in my opinion, one of the most fully realized, excruciating electric, naturally played seduction and fuck scenes I have ever seen, and that's going back a long time, guys. Kye approaches the pool one night, a week or so later, and meets Bryce Landon, an uncommonly attractive ex-Navy guy who got his start in military-style amateur flicks in the 1990s in San Diego and has since gone on to mainstream success under the name Bryce London. An unreconstructed top, Bryce has shown keen potential in most of his flicks to throw a superior performance, but often comes out looking a bit detached and slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am. Here, however, he gives the performance of his career, and it is because of the charisma of Kye, who does nothing but subtly flaunt his sexuality, that sends Bryce over the moon.
Kye moves into the Jacuzzi, gets comfortable as Bryce comes up in a wife-beater and Speedos. They chat, move around the tub, eat each other alive with their eyes, and move closer to each other. The legs move closer, Kye invites Bryce for a drink. One of the best things about this flick is the dialogue, which may or may not be scripted, and is sometimes hard to hear. But if you turn the volume way up, you will get as hardon simply from the chat in each scene. The close-ups and the framing of several of the preliminary maneuvers are all part of the scheme as well. The preliminaries are short and to the point, the kissing begins (there's a lot of kissing in this flick) and with towels discarded, Bryce is the first to find a prize in the Speedos, his ravenous slurping and deep-throating quickly brings Kye's beautiful pecker to full, blood-throbbing erection so that Kye has to pull away and go for Bryce's prize. When he gets going, Bryce begins his whispered encouragement that remains constant through the rest of the scene, always punctuated with "Oh, baby." This brings them to the bedroom, for an intense, languid, loving 69 that quickly leads to more intensity. Bryce starts fingering Kye, slapping his butt, bringing more of the animal out in him. Kye shimmies up to Bryce's lap, faces him and sits on his now rock-hard honker, not huge, just right for Kye's beautiful tight tan-lined ass. He rocks and Bryce rolls, and then slips on his back to take his neighbor missionary. Bryce hits every G-spot because they are pounding and teasing: "Whose ass is this?" Your ass." They flip into doggy, Bryce goes berserk, Kye screaming: "That all you got, bitch! C'mon, don't be a pussy! Make it yours, bitch!" All the time they are moving closer to the edge of the bed. They flip again into missionary, Kye's head dangles over the bottom of the bed, his legs spread from San Diego to Santa Barbara as Bryce drills for oil, and he strikes a gusher as Kye lets loose with a stream of cum while still impaled, practically falling off the bed. They laugh, Bryce pulls him up still impaled. He then reclines with Kye's head in his crotch and jerks himself off, straight into Kye's mouth, howling, gasping, hitting the ceiling as Kye continues to clean it up, sucking the cock down, swallowing. (Repeated in slo-mo, thank goodness!) "You like that, baby?" Bryce cackles, but you know it's Kye who got the best of this guy who may have finally met his match.
Kye's adventures continue when he pops his head over a fence into someone's backyard and sees strawberry-blond, toned, wide-shouldered swimmer type Marcus Webner floating on a raft and fondling himself through his Speedos. Marcus invites him in for a swim, Though Kye is fully clothed, and Marcus encourages him to come in for a swim anyway, naked, and gets his Speedos off as well. That's it, the end of inhibitions as they slip into the pool but never get beyond kissing at the edge. Marcus dips down and takes Kye's honker for a quick spin before they move into the hot tub where Kye gets a taste of what he wants, a little bit of balls, a little bit of pecker, but a lot of a perfect swimmer's ass. This scene makes no pretensions -- it's a quick afternoon fuck, whereas the previous scene could have been construed as a competition between two hustlers, or the beginning of an affair. With the greens, blues and aquamarines of the pool and its deck and floaters setting off brilliant contrasts of Kye's tanned body and Marcus' lightly freckled torso, the two fuck in every conceivable position in virtually every open space around the pool, on the float, on the side of the hot tub, on and over a bench, finally culminating in a sit-fuck that brings both of them into scorchingly long, thick, streaming orgasms. They agree to meet the next day, fuck buddies in the making, no doubt.
Kye then relates a tale of a college frat guy type friend of his, another strawberry blond, Sean Kelley, who made buddies with an unsuspecting Marine at a hotel in the city while both were on vacation. The Marine, Brock Christian, may have had to be billed as unsuspecting, because he is, without question, one of the most innocent-looking, adorable, natural talents I have seen in many years. He is built like a wrestler, with the best, roundest, ass mounted on the strongest thighs, you will gasp at his ass. Covered with dark chest, ab, pubic and leg hair that match his black straight perfectly cut locks, Brock takes your breath away when he and the equally handsome Sean move into a hotel room, practically ready to tear each other's suits off. It's then that you notice all the tattoos on Brock, flame on his left pec, scorpion on one arm, doo-dads on the other, snake on the right rear shoulder. Yet, it's not distracting, it's perfect, they frame his incredible face and accent his perfect body.
They move into the shower after some teasingly quiet words, where without the slightest hesitation Brock accepts Sean's kisses and returns them with deep affection. This scene is filled with kisses, slurpy, chirpy kisses in the shower, in bed, all over. Sean drops down to sample Brock's pretty but not overly hard uncut pecker, and then brings it up to glory as the water splashes down on them. But it's Brock, with a man for the first time (yeah, right) who shows the talent here, dropping to Sean's long, fat, beautiful quivering quill and making love to it, looking at it, licking it through the shower drops, in heaven. They move to the bedroom where they kiss deeply and lovingly, hardly moving except to roll a bit softly here and there. The camera moves in for a close-up of a kiss, and then they look at each other and remember that they are being filmed, and chuckle. "Who's going to fuck who?" Sean asks, and the scene fades into a shot of Brock lowering his bulbous butt face-to-face on Sean's mighty rod. Close-ups, wide angle shots, no matter that way it's framed, the directors know what they have on their hands in Brock's butt, he may be a virgin but he's happy to have Sean hold his cheeks as he thrusts slowly, lovingly, into his hole, while the two of them continue kissing. They move into missionary and then scissor before Brock goes back to a sit-fuck with Sean moving his thumb up his hole as a tease. Brock ouches and you hear the director, "It's only his thumb," to which Brock replies, "I know, but it actually hurt a little bit." Maybe he is a virgin! Listen to the dialogue, watch the reverence from Sean, on the next move when Brock decides to turn around and sit back-to-face, this guy wants it but he wants it right. They go into a scissor-fuck but it soon becomes apparent that this boy's hole is a bit hurt and sore. So, Sean gets on his knees, Brock leans into Sean's hard red cock, and takes his cum straight on his lips and a little on the tongue. Sean gets down and Brock shoots a load across his face and into his eye: "Oops!" This is a quiet, almost painfully romantic scene and if it was the first time for Brock, he must have enjoyed it because he has done another flick for this studio.
Kye is back, this time with someone who seems to be a little more grounded and less on the loose than Bryce's. He has found a boyfriend, Tony Salvatore, a handsome, sultry, black-haired ex-Marine with soft dark eyes and prominent, flattering, long eyebrows. As dynamic and electric as Kye and Bryce were, Kye and Tony seem to fit each other better for relationship purposes, an example of how well this flick was cast to reflect situations. They start with drinks and candles, sweet-talk in the tub, and move to the bedroom where Kye gets Tony's pretty cock hard and slippery with saliva, moves to straddle him and then sits bareback on Tony's cock. He grinds and rolls, squeezes his cheeks together to grab Tony's cock and massage it with his hole, then still impaled rolls over to take his new lover missionary. This is supposed to be Tony's first time fucking a guy, sure, and the Brooklyn Bridge is in Chicago. But, we let fantasy play along here. Soon, it's Tony's turn to take it up the gully, also bareback, framed in a close-up that leaves no doubt and might make you cum from the sight of Kye's truly wondrous bulb penetrating Tony's hairy moist ass. Once in, Kye makes the most of his buddy's position, twirling him around on his cock in several positions without removing it, eventually getting him on all-fours. Tony looks up and sees that the cameraman's cock is bulging through his briefs, so he takes it out (it is a wonderfully fat piece of meat) and goes to town on it. Stuffed from both ends, Tony becomes a pig for cock, the cameraman is close to cumming, so Tony lets him fuck him briefly, and the cameraman is bare and pulls out after a few strokes and cums on Tony's ass. Tony then goes back to riding Kye and they wind up missionary, from which each spills a considerable load on the other's chest and abs.
Each of these scenes is a quiet sensation, you may have to watch them over a period of four nights, or take a couple of hours off between scenes to wash the towels. San Diego Boys has come a long way in this genre, and even though there are some rude interruptions at times, they generally achieve what they set out to do, make you believe that each of these scenes is real, unrehearsed, and cast exactly the way you would do it yourself. Yum!
A Video Review by Bo Champion