Director Derek Kent can be a bit subtle in setting up the climax of his films, often using the model who eventually will blow your wad onto the wall to tease you into getting to the final scene. In this sweetly relaxed nude romp at a Palm Springs gay resort, that model is Cameron Sage, the deliciously butch ex-Marine top who plays the photographer hired to capture various nubile preppies bare-ass naked for a promotion for the resort's grand opening. First we get a brief tease in which lanky brunet Marcus Allen introduces us to the "plot" by chatting in his room on the phone with a friend, he tells his pal that he's one of the models "working" on the assignment just as the pretty, very twinkish South African blond Matt Van Dorn knocks on the door with instructions from Cameron for the next shoot. The subtle looks between Marcus and Matt let us know some fireworks are in store later on in the flick.
Cameron is introduced briefly and almost haphazardly, bare ass to the camera, finishing up a shoot between the adorable Ryan Alexander, the puppyish Cody Cash, and the very pretty-boyish blond Bobby Brandt. Not quite a daddy, but more of a big brother, Cameron is in control from the start, telling the guys to have something to eat and get ready for the next session, then walks off with his hot assistant, Justin Wells. With Cameron gone, the trio gets cute with a hot dog bun, which Ryan fills with his own dangling hard sausage and spreads with mustard and catsup. Cody and Bobby eagerly dive for this mid-afternoon snack, which is quickly cleaned of condiments and swallowed. The trio presents a nice contrast of types and faces: Ryan is dark-haired, fully tanned and taut (though we could do without his predilection for shaving his pubes, which gives his crotch a stubby look); Bobby is lithe, sweet-faced, and horse-hung; Cody is soccer-jockish with a fabulous crotch bush and very round ass. Cody is first to offer his sweet ass, first to Ryan and then Bobby gives up his tightie-whitie bubble-butt to Cody as Ryan sneaks up behind the latter and pokes him. All three blow decent loads and head to the pool.
Cameron directs four of the guys in the pool as Cody hangs on the edge next to Trevor Knight, a young star who is definitely heading to the stratosphere. He does not disappoint here as he and Cody jump into the pool to try to get into the action, but are chased out by Cameron. The duo goes off to the Jacuzzi where two things are apparent immediately: Cody and Trevor could pass as twins (only Cody's right arm tattoo identifies him), and Trevor has a cock which jumps to attention and to full length (maybe nine inches) as soon as it is touched. And, touched it is, by Cody, in all the right ways as Trevor sits on the side of the tub with Cody indulging in phallic adoration of all permutations, licking, deep-throating, head-nibbling, shaft-licking. Trevor, for his part, duplicates that service when, after a sweet bout of necking, he slips into the pool to ravage Cody's also ample cock. They repair to a room where Cody lays back for a finger-fucking, some nipple- and ball-rubbing, sweet-talk, rimming, and dry-humping before he throws his legs up and welcomes Trevor's telephone pole into his hole. They fuck missionary, scissor and doggy without losing penetration until Cody cums with great gobs, still impaled. He then takes Trevor's cum all over his body.
Cameron's face once again opens the next scene, Joey Landis and Nico Reeves, but it quickly dissolves into the sweet-faced Matt Van Dorn approaching Marcus Allen on a double cabana chair. Obviously intent on completing the cruise of the opening scene, Matt moves in and engulfs Marcus' already throbbing cock straight down his esophagus, driving the once casual and almost nonchalant Marcus to a steamy reply, a plunge into his blond crotch for a taste of what looks like a very delectable pecker, red shiny head nicely reflecting the rosy-pink cheeks of the steamed-up Matt. After some gentle finger-fucking, Marcus plows into the blond's quivering pucker for a steamy preliminary fuck that continues in Marcus' room. Then he takes Matt for a cowboy ride, thrusting up into his as the blond pumps himself up and down as well, hard cock and tight balls flopping in the air. The two then face each other for a kneeling jerk-off that ends with major spillage.
Still naked, Cameron is back in his room with his assistant, the equally nude and lanky, fully tanned exotic-eyed bombshell Justin Wells, who resembles major porn star and director Doug Jeffries. They waste no time, locking each other in a fierce bout of kissing before Cameron straddles Justin and shoves his perfect hard cock into his mouth. The body and type contrasts are perfect, and the heat palpable, though a confirmed top and as butch a model in gay porn as there is, Cameron Sage is one of its best kissers and cocksuckers when he is turned on, and in this scene, he is definitely turned on. While plowing Justin's throat, twinks Joey Landis and Nico Reeves "accidentally" come into the room, and without missing a beat, Cameron looks over his shoulder and welcomes them to bed. Handsome, hungry and hung, Joey makes a bee-line for Justin's unattended cock while Asian Nico moves up to share Cameron's cock with Justin. Hungry for some cock himself, Cameron tosses the two twinks aside and crawls into Justin's crotch, grabs his cock in his mouth and goes up and down while fingering Justin's inviting hole. Meanwhile, Joey and Nico are into their tryst, Joey sucking Nico, Nico fingering Joey, before they go to the next bed where Nico throws Joey's legs up and plunges into him, just as Cameron is doing the same to Justin in the other bed. The two couples fuck simultaneously, watching each other, with the bulk of the camerawork concentrated on Cameron's furious pounding of Justin, which continues after Nico has pulled out of Joey and splashed him with cream, which Joey soon meets with his own splooge. They get up and tell Cameron they have to get going, to which Cameron, ever the casual sex pig, shrugs a shoulder and says: "Whatever." He then pulls Justin down to the end of the bed and stands him up for a doggy-fuck that ends in an explosive simultaneously shot gooey double-load and sweet kiss, and a typical, nonchalant, Cameron Sage. I could watch this guy fuck all day.
DVD features: Chapters; gallery; cast bios (stats and videographies); behind-the-scenes footage; trailers; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Bo Champion
Now, in my not so publicized theater career, I have had some pleasant opening nights. My dad flew down from western New York once to see me play the most Polish looking Claudio in Shakespeare's Much Ado About Nothing's history. An Australian playwright of a show I directed even flew in for the premiere in Chicago once. But these modest occasions have nothing up on the wild adventures that take place over the course of a weekend in Studio 2000's latest offering, Grand Opening!
The plot is thin as a group of hot, young men are hired for a weekend photo shot promoting the grand opening of a clothing optional gay men's resort. In the case of this cast, the only option was to leave your cloths at in the closet.
Forget the Yankees and the Cubs! All Cody Cash and Bobby Brant want is jock Ryan Alexander's plump Ballpark frank. Smart choice. Alexander's dick is beautiful -- thick and knobby and made just for sucking and, eventually, fucking. Brant roars like an elephant giving birth when Alexander puts his hot beef wiener to him. You would too. Soon these virile, randy lads are flip-flop fucking. Alexander and Brandt fuck Cash. Cash pounds Brandt. Alexander goes back to Cash while Cash makes Brandt's dreams come true. Forget the daisy chains that you and your sisters used to make on Sundays in the park! This is the only kind of daisy chain that you and your new sisters of a different sort will ever want or need again!
Oh, the juicy joys of boy lust! Cash and Trevor Knight are both full of it. In fact, Knight is so raring to go that he is stroking his lasciviously large hard-on just from merely kissing the adorable Cash. Cash is definitely in right mind, though, because before you can say, "Please, Sir!" he is down on his water logged knees (they are in a jacuzzi) and worshipping Knight's enormous, fleshy limb. Knight -- that kind and generous fellow -- returns the dampened favor, but this is just a warm-up to the ultra-hard fucking that he gives Cash in a hotel bedroom. First, though, Knight imagines his fingers are a corpse and buries them deeply up Cash's notoriously hairy boy chute. One will never know if this is enough preparation for Knight's lustily large piece of timber, but the moans that Cash gives out indicates that it just might have been. "Fuck, yeah!" the voraciously vocal Knight says. "Oh, yeah!" We say, "Give us more, Knight! More and more and more!" (And we ain't talking Mary Tyler).
My favorite porn stud of the moment, Marcus Allen, inspires pure lust and sexual awe in many, most notoriously, his costar Van Dorn. Van Dorn has nothing but enflamed desire riding in his eyes before the, lucky, lucky fellow gets to, truly, ride the beefy, hot and always lusciously masculine Allen. Van Dorn looks about to explode in bliss when Allen fingers his eager caboose, but that is nothing compared to his shriek-like moans of pleasure when Allen actually mounts him with his thickened oak. This dual location scene (it begins inside and ends outdoors) features less of the rabidly hot sex talk that we have come to eagerly expect from Allen, but it does feature beautiful close-up shots of the backside of his furry balls and beautiful hairy ass crack as he plunges into the totally enamored Van Dorn. This, my friends, is worth the price of admission alone and has inspired me to begin "My Husband of the Year" club with Allen as my very first betrothed!
My mother always said, "Wash your face!" Humpy blond Cameron Sage must have heard, "Fuck his face!" because that is exactly what he does with stealth and vigor to cute, dark Justin Wells. The two are soon joined in action by dark beauty Joey Landis and Asian prince Nico Reeves. Sage jockeys his fingers in and out of Wells' well-moistened love chute as Reeves performs the same duties to Landis' vibrating man twat. Wells looks as if he has entered the no man's land of bliss and pleasure. Soon the turgid ministrations of the nicely hung Reeves have Landis gasping out his man pearls in a shaking, sputtering pleasure. They leave the stealthy Sage alone to commander the much more sprightly Wells. It is truly a pleasure to watch this hairy, husky he-man take out all of his sexual frustrations on the pixie-like Wells, who behaves as if there is no other place in the world that he would rather be.
Indeed, there is no place else that you should be some night this week than attending Studio 2000's Grand Opening. It's better than a trip to Australia any day.
- Christian James