This video features five separate scenes that will definitely help you to achieve the dictionary's most obvious interpretation of the title - "stroke, a single uninterrupted movement, especially when repeated or in a back-and-forth motion." Under the keen eyes of directors Chi Chi LaRue (directing the first two scenes) and John Rutherford (directing the final three scenes), stroke also means broad, artistic, colorful movements across a blank canvas, giving this movie an energy that may at times be unique from your typical Falcon release.
The first of the two Chi Chi LaRue-directed scenes starts with Lindon Hawk and Matt Majors doing it on the pool table. Watching the action is Falcon newcummer Jason Tyler, a young pup, smooth, very lean, with the clearest most beautiful hazel eyes. Hawk and Tyler keep locking gazes repeatedly for approval or invitation as Hawk wolfs down on Majors' sizable rod. Hawk goes for Tyler's bone eventually, long, but not nearly as thick as Majors' 10-inch, uncut whopper. There's a great bit with Majors "twapping" his cock up against his own belly and spit-shining his knob. Tyler has great muscle control, making his cock do a hands-free dance from side-to-side for Hawk. Tyler fucks Hawk while Hawk sucks on Majors. These guys are literally soaked with sweat by the time Hawk lowers himself onto Majors' road-cone and gets power drilled from below. (Hawk, it seems, gave up the "missionary position" literally. He told Unzipped.net that before becoming a porn actor, he was a missionary in Papua, New Guinea.) Tyler and then Majors blow their loads, Majors onto Hawk's ripe ass, where he then lovingly laps it up.
Next up are Matt Skyler and Seth Adkins with their smooth, short-haired blond, lean and sexy bodies. Skyler has the boyish good that remind me of a young Kevin Bacon type. They spend a lot of time on foreplay on the kitchen counter, giving the impression that they really like each other. It's not long before Skyler is on his back on the counter, with Adkins wolfing on his nob. Skyler proves to be a dependable cocksucker, burying his face into Adkins' balls and then eating his ass as Adkins straddles his face from above, basically bouncing on his tongue for a wild tongue-fuck. Adkins fucks Skyler on the counter and then lifts him up and does what I'll call a "pogo" fuck, basically holding him up and lifting him up and down on his cock. Adkins pops first, and then Skyler blows in a stylish slow-mo.
Even though there is no need for dialog, something about hearing Daniel Montes say, "Why don't you open the hood," in his swarthy, thick accent,sets the tone for this first of the John Rutherford-directed scenes, pairing the lean, dark-featured, rippled-abbed Montes with the awe-shucks good looks of Jesse Martin, who has some sort of thumping problem. Eventually, Martin is the one who gets thumped, after first sucking on Montes' sizable wiener and then bending over and getting his throttle adjusted. Director Rutherford, like LaRue, gets excellent video. We see Martin's tight, pink hole from below as Montes pokes him. Later on the hood of the car, Montes towers over Martin and methodically stuffs his greatbigcock into Martin's iddybiddyhole. Martin's thumping could be that tremendous backup of jizz that he finally lets fly. I guess because I'm such a fan of the "money shot," I appreciate the use of slow motion to replay what I consider to be superior cum shots. As Montes blows, with his mechanic blue pants just barely below his balls, his abs rippling, I note that every 3,000 miles is too long to wait for an oil change.
Rutherford contrasts the dark features of Roland Dane and Jason Law with the stark whiteness of crisp, new Calvin Klein briefs that ride below tight tummies and cling to some pretty fine bubble butts. Falcon exclusives Roland and Law don't keep their briefs on long enough for any product endorsement deals. Amid the turgid pink tumescent cocks and the white sheets, and mostly smooth bodies, it's a delight for fans of a hairy butthole to see Dane's furry crack and balls. Dane and Law both use full, pouty lips to suck each other's throbbing bones. Law squats on Dane's cock for a simmering doggy-style fuck on the bed, the music and the camera angling in on Dane's jack-rabbit pounding, ear nibbling, and eventually, an acrobatic side-by-side fuck with Law keeping one leg is the air as Dane fucks him. In this position, Law squirts while Dane is still sliding in and out of him. We cut to Dane, who blows gooey strings of white jizz onto Law's face and hair.
It isn't just the hot tub that provides the heat from the pairing of Tristan Paris and Drew Damon in this final scene. Maybe they had lots of "rehearsal" for this scene, but Paris knows his way around Damon's beer-can thick cock. The whispered ad lib dialog gives the impression that we are watching Damon and Paris work and play at the same time. One of my favorites scenes shows Damon kneading Paris' ass while he dry pokes his dick between his thighs and spreads his cheeks to show us that tight hole is ready to be fucked. And fucked it is. Damon shows great strength and ability here as he supports Paris' entire weight on his dick, with Paris' arms wrapped around his neck as Paris bounces his ass on Damon's dick. Paris seems more than able to "take it like a man," as Damon requests, but here, the dialog doesn't not sound cheesy or contrived. This is the most real fuck I've seen on video in a long time. At one point, Paris grasps Damon's arms as he's fucking Paris from behind, giving the signal that even he has reached his limit. Paris blows his wad, standing on one leg, with one leg in the air, getting fucked by Damon. There's got to be an award in there somewhere!
Keep plenty of wet wipes handy when you pop this one into the VCR. Your friends will start to wonder where you've been for the past several weeks, but it's definitely worth it.
- Harry Bayer