Director John Travis is having a "Weekend Blowout." No, it's not cars or furniture that the he's hoping to move. In this case, the blowout is a not-so-polite social gathering. Jed Willcox and Jason Kingsley are the proud owners of the getaway destination, and one of the invited guests is the elusive Ace Hanson (I sometimes think of him as the Greta Garbo of gay porn, coming out occasionally to make a flick).
The first guests to arrive are Brendan Falke and his new boyfriend, Zach Waters. After giving the boys a tour, Jed assures them that they have the run of the place and can do whatever they wish (read: feel free to get naked and fuck out in the open). Jed and Jason are obviously paying their landscaper handsomely; a small water garden is where Brendan and Zach decide to hook up. The landscaper must also is tending the bush in Brendan's shorts. Both young men have perfectly shaved and sculpted crotches, their neat and tidy pubes framing healthy pricks. To me, Brendan Falke's dick is infinitely more suckable than most -- fat and dark-skinned, curving sweetly from his slim hips. But here, he slides into the top role, spending sultry moments fingering Zach's tight hole before he dives in. The koi pond wouldn't be my first choice for a place to fuck, but that's where they start out, boning calf-deep, confused fish scattering in their wake. What makes the fuck memorable (besides the setting) is Brendan pretty cock and his style of fucking. On the other hand, maybe it's the camera angle making his cock look menacing. He draws his entire length out like a sword from its sheath, pausing a quick second before burying it again. After an extended rim keeps Zach's sphincter nice and sloppy, and he picks up where he left off. After cumming, they kiss, verbally expressing their affections.
Meanwhile over at the heated in-ground pool, the party gets into full swing with a three-way featuring Jed, Ace Hanson and Rafael Alencar. Ace, looking bigger than usual, seems to lead the charge, locking lips with Jed while Rafael keeps busy on his knees, sucking them both. Not missing a beat, Rafael masturbates while he sucks, cranking his own considerable tool, his mouth and tongue busy with not one, but two muscle cocks. This is one of the standout scenes, simply because the grouping of these three distinct models sets off more than a few sparks. I love watching Ace Hanson do almost anything, but he really shines as a top. Bent over a lawn chair, Jed gets the royal treatment, Ace rocking back and forth while he tweaks and diddles his own nipples. Ace steals the scene once more, doing something as seemingly inconsequential as being rimmed. Ace makes even the smallest things seem larger than life. When Rafael dives into Ace's perfect ass, tasting his buddy's hole, Ace moans and carries on like he's never been rimmed in his life. All the fuss only fires Rafael up; he responds to Ace's every urging, all the while being pounded by Jed. In the climax, Ace takes it up the ass like a pro, Rafael's cock being challenging for even the most experienced of bottoms. On his side with Jed wanking right over his head, this position truly showcases every wiggle and jiggle of Ace's pecs as he gets cornholed. By the time they conclude with explosive amounts of cum, we've seen all three men both top and bottom. I can't vouch for them, but I was exhausted.
Justin Wells and Ty Walker are indulging in some nude sunbathing elsewhere on the grounds, oblivious to the debauchery going on poolside. They're watching the groundsman, Jason Crew, hose down the lawn, speculating on which way he swings. Jason unceremoniously turns off the sprinkler system, plops himself down in front of the two men and unzips. When you're packin' like Jason Crew, apparently your cock does the talking. Justin and Ty are all over Jason's prick, swapping back and forth. Some of the hottest moments of the sequence finds one model holding Jason's cock at the base to steady it while the other pops Crew's dick in and out of his mouth. Jason's signature is his size, so the other models appear much more muscular. The different body types make this another successful mix of talent. By the time Justin offered up his ass to Jason, I was hooked. Justin is on all-fours atop a tree trunk while Jason bangs away. On the front end, he has his mouth full with buddy Ty, whose blond and tan bod caught my attention from the very beginning of the segment. Then Ty and Jason switch, Ty only pausing briefly to roll on a rubber. While he's dicking his buddy, Ty gets an itch to be fucked. Abandoning the tree trunk for a blanket, Ty goes ass-up on his back and takes on all comers. Every orgasm here is captured appealingly, but watching Jason Crew stroke and cum while blowing Justin Wells made me lose it.
Before the final pairing we get to watch our hosts, Jed and Jason Harley, pleasure each other. They obviously don't care if they have an audience, outdoor sex being the name of the game for them and their invited houseguests. They make love as if each knows the other's body well, but for the benefit of those who may or may not be watching, they stick to the pleasure points. The camera hovers beneath Jason's long and slender prick, his heavy balls almost resting on the camera lens. In some ways, these two models have such similar appearances and dispositions that you really have to do a double-take to see just who is who. Turns out it's Jed that's lying awkwardly across the arms of a plastic lawn chair, his lover fucking him in this uncomfortable position.
The action quickly shifts to another pair of lovers, Franco Santoro and the film's third Jason, Jason Kingsley. Not everyone could make the weekend sex retreat, so this pair has to be content to read about the sexploits, retold in a letter. Let me tell you, to be sandwiched between these two tan and muscular hunks would be a small piece of heaven. Who needs an invitation when you can have a private blowout at home? Sitting in front of a fireplace in satiny robes and skimpy briefs gives these two something sexy to slip out of. Franco, a certifiable rim freak, spends the better part of five minutes putting Jason into several different positions, each new one giving his tongue deeper access. Jason's pucker is a tasty one, it seems, and Franco lavishes considerable attention on it. It's an exceptional warm-up for the fucking Franco's about to deliver. Jason is literally rolled up onto his shoulder blades, Franco squatting and forcefully pile-driving his ass. Just as I thought this pairing couldn't be any hotter, Jason takes Franco over the back of the couch. The videographer grabs stunning close-ups of Franco's engorged cock and shaved bull balls, jerking hotly with every thrust Jason makes. Franco must be a gymnast; he ends up riding Jason with one leg fully extended over the arm of the chair, pounding out his load with considerable concentration. By the time both men are finished, their chests have a fine sheen of sweat.
"Weekend Blowout" has me convinced that director John Travis has sadistic leanings. Whether his models are fucking among the fishies, breaking their backs on lawn furniture or picking tree trunk splinters out of their backsides, they manage to grin and bear the pain, delivering superb performances.
DVD features: Chapters; galleries; cast bios (stats and videographies); trailers ("Firestarter" and "In the Jeans"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent