It's not an extreme fetish, but I'm continually surprised by how many guys pant at the thought of playing voyeur from the wings of a porn set, or, better yet, being filmed. It's nice to know I'm not alone. My private little obsession caught the imagination of director Charles Rover, and his "Slip It In" (1995), a documentary-style flick, teases with juicy tidbits about the men it showcases.
Baby-blue-eyed Chad Erickson, perched somewhat nervously in front of the camera, opens with a short narrative of how he broke into the adult industry. He somehow manages to snag an invitation to a porn set where Mike Llamas and Peter Bishop are warming up for the cameras. It's now after the fact, and Chad's eyes are still flashing lustily while he recounts what it was like to be mere yards away while the cameras were rolling. What could have been going through Chad's mind as he watched Peter blow Mike on the rim of a Jacuzzi? Mike looks great, positioned in such a way to show off his pecs, trim tummy, shaved bush and Latin cock. Looking just as good is Peter's sculpted, muscular ass. While Mike lies in the empty basin, Peter crawls above him, athletically putting his cock, balls and shaved hole in line with Mike's mouth. For several prime moments, Mike is in a primo position to rim the hell out of Peter's scrumptious hole. What a surprise then when the focus shifts and provides an extreme close-up of Mike's pucker getting munched on. Mike cradles Peter in his arms while he fucks him, but when Peter signals to pick up the pace, the pair goes tubside. And even as he's roughly fucked doggy, Peter's hair stays perfectly in place. Make no mistake -- Mike Llamas is the primary focus; the camera stays with him and his every move, although we get some excellent views of Peter's toned frame filmed from underneath.
Even though handsome Chad is a gay porn first-timer, he does not lack confidence. He wonders aloud to his interviewer, "I wonder if I should top or bottom in my first scene?" A diva is born. And damned if he isn't incredibly lucky right out of the gate; the director pairs him with Jeff Hammond, a man I've always found somewhat icy onscreen. Perhaps it is Jeff's persona that turns his onscreen partners into subservient mounds of jelly. He's certainly got the body to back it up. Starting with a perfect mop of dark hair, things just get better and better as the eye travels south. The scene is shown in flashback, already in progress. Jeff's prick, while average, is shaped perfectly -- an excellent starter cock for a porn debut. Jeff leans back on his haunches and lavishes in the oral attention, before the scene abruptly cuts to Chad getting rear-ended. (I guess Mr. Erickson decided he'd bottom in his premier scene.) With one leg hiked up, Chad offers grunts, groans and single syllables of encouragement to Jeff. But before they're even inspired to change positions, the scene cuts back to Chad's interview. Did Chad enjoy his foray into the adult business? Were his bottoming skills up to par? Did Jeff cum? Unfortunately, we don't find out. Chad is bumped out of the interview chair and replaced by blond twinkie Eric Harris.
How did Eric break into the biz? This Midwesterner -- he's wearing the bandana to prove it -- was exposed to queer sex, as so many of us were, from magazines and VHS tapes. A trip to Miami Beach afforded Eric the opportunity to live out a fantasy. Getting fucked by another blond was just a welcome bonus. He's talking about Cutter West, a square-jawed powerhouse with an onscreen attitude to rival Jeff Hammond's. Our first glimpses of Cutter are filmed from behind, Eric's tongue wiggling over Cutter's asshole. Even his puckerhole has a golden tan, and Eric is going to town, lickin' enthusiastically. Only when the camera pulls back do we notice the location. The pair has climbed halfway up a set of carpeted stairs for their fuck session. Risking rug burn, Eric scoots even further beneath Cutter to suck his cock. Cutter doesn't last long, blowing streams of white cream on Eric, Eric turning his face to the side as he receives the facial. From Eric's interview, we know that he loves getting fucked. With nary a whimper of protest, Eric quickly hunkers down on his hands and knees, giving Cutter a bull's-eye to aim for. Thankfully the director moves them to a carpeted landing when the fuck picks up speed. Putting his bottom on his back, Cutter makes Eric cum onto his belly, just as the director shouts: "Cut!"
How many models can say that watching old episodes of "The Lone Ranger" made them ache to do porn? Meet David York, a porn newbie willing to be filmed doing the nasty with a masked man. David's director goes all out, decking out the set with rickety sawhorses and black cloth, dressing both his models in leather gear, and pumping eerie synthesizer chords underneath the action. David's fantasy is about to be fulfilled. Prone on a sling-like contraption, he's filmed blowing a lean model wearing a black hood (Cruz Holloway). We don't know much about David's strange partner. His blond bush tips us off on hair color, but this dude keeps his hands locked behind his back and barely moves while getting head. He also does not speak or verbalize. And this is just the way David likes it; he blows his load mere moments after the scene begins. Our Masked Marvel isn't finished. He first fucks David on his back, then standing, comically turning his fully-masked head away from the camera in an effort to further conceal his identity. Was The Lone Ranger this secretive? The scene comes to a head when our camouflaged top, his prick girdled with a menacingly tight black leather cockring, serves up the nastiest load of juice in the film.
This film made me wonder how many porn wannabes are roaming about, hoping to catch a break. "Slip It In" may not fully explore the fantasy, but even cracking a little light on the on-set porn culture is a turn-on. And Jeff Hammond, though his appearance is brief, brings considerable heat to the overall film.
DVD features (DVD-R): Chapters; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent