Close Please enter your Username and Password
Reset Password
If you've forgotten your password, you can enter your email address below. An email will then be sent with a link to set up a new password.
Cancel
Reset Link Sent
Password reset link sent to
Check your email and enter the confirmation code:
Don't see the email?
  • Resend Confirmation Link
  • Start Over
Close
If you have any questions, please contact Customer Service
My Magazine > Editors Archive > cat3 > Reviews: California Creamin' and Vancouver Nights
Reviews: California Creamin' and Vancouver Nights   by John Karr

Member Votes

3 votes
2 votes
9 votes
10 votes
50 votes
Don't like So so Good Very Good Excellent
Members can vote on this response!

Editor Article Search

Text:  



As the sexy warmth of summer days yields to sultrier August evenings, so California Creamin’ yields to Vancouver Nights. The first is passably good amateur video, and the second is the surprisingly acceptable work of a new company with professional aspirations.

California Creamin’, produced by Boyride Films, is a tad short at an hour and a quarter, but it has 20 minutes of sassy backstage tomfoolery plus a solo JO from its second most intriguing player, Dorian (more about him, later). Another bonus is the novel ability to play the soundtrack for each scene without the movie. I thought that was pretty swell, since I liked the grooves by D.E.M. (a.k.a. the creatively spelled Die Energie Maschine).

Whether or not you find the scenes as groovy as the music will depend on your taste in young men. These sk8er boyz and slacker/college preppy types aren’t too special. Still, they’re likable lads, and just might be your Reality Porn sort of thing. I go for more oomph, particularly in the action.

After skateboarding down a back alley, Dempsey and Keegan chill in their motel room (they look barely old enough to rent one). Dempsey’s really cute; Keegan's a gangly hothead. They make out passionately and a little rough, their slender, steely cocks rigid with the vigor of youth. In the next scene we find three buds watching het porn. Shaggy blond Ash, with a plump cock he keeps to himself, asks, “You guys are gonna make out in front of me again, aren’t ya?” Indeed, they are. Ash won’t join in, but, hey, this being the relaxed 21st century, he’s down with his friends friggin’ it. Their action isn’t too notable, although Brennan’s big cock is, making the scene viewable. Alternately, you may just go for the casually enacted str8/gay buddy scene.

The movie’s highlight, the third scene, shows not just how laid back but how nearly lackadaisical the others are. Gaige is a cocksure hottie, with azure eyes, ginger colored stubble on his chin, and a pair of swallows tattooed on his pecs--the classic sailor’s tattoo. Why do I find it so irresistible? Gaige’s pal Dorian must as well, since he allows himself to be lead into what’s set up as his infrequent foray into gay sex with his buddy. Dorian’s a lanky, laconic fellow with dark hair, soul patch on his chin, pierces in his cock and lip, stretches in his ear, and a multitude of pentagram tattoos. A sullen sorta bad boy, in other words, who heats up when wooed by Gaige, and who demonstrates his guy-on-guy expertise by sticking his thumb up Gaige’s asshole while jerkin’ the dude’s cock. That’s not, as you might expect, preparation for fucking. Dorian’s got a dildo handy, and its deep, energetic application makes Gaige moan and both boys shoot.

Finally, Brady’s big dick, cropped pubes and tattooed torso make him watchable as the similar looking Justin upends him, and fucks him ‘til he shoots in his own face. All told, the “real” guys of California Creamin’ are amiable enough, but only truly engaging in that third scene.

Vancouver Nights is the second feature from fierce dog video (sic), and is as moderately successful as their first, The Bottoming Desire. Like it, the movie has color that’s lifelike and crisp, strong videography that’s mostly steady and straight on, good music by VoxBox, and a decent attempt at a narrative (this time around, and thankfully, little more than a quick linking device that skip us right to more sex).

It’s also got unusually attractive young performers, who in at least two scenes engage in semi-oral cum shots. That “semi-” means that though they don’t take a load straight on, they sure lick and suck a cock clean immediately afterward. A debatable safer-sex practice.

Pierre Fitch is top billed, but he appears in only one scene. Sturdy Jeremy Hall, who also directed the movie, stars in two scenes. Brent Everett is third billed, but I could find him only in those linking moments. An attractive dark haired lad named Shane LeBlanc shows up three times, all to the good, with Justin Parker and Chase Parker offering their appreciable presence twice each. The entire cast are athletic looking, somewhat buff, well groomed, and a little interchangeable. With the exception of Pierre Fitch’s charisma and unique personality. He’s a perfectly angelic bad boy.

Jeremy Hall is a little older, and a little rougher than the other boys. In the opener, he puts Shane through a throat-gagging session while using unfortunately abusive language. He calls Shane a “fuckin’ cunt,” and tells him to, “suck it, bitch.” In days when we’re so sensitive to being called fags, Hall doesn’t seem to understand the underlying lack of sensitivity to women the uncomprehending use of such language displays. Think about it, kids. It’s not tough, sexy or hip.

That said, the encounters in the movie’s five scenes are dependably hot. Even though they’re a little short at the top of the movie, they grow longer, lustier and more impetuous, so things are really cooking by third scene’s steamy shower. Shane and Justin start off in wet, tighty-whites, and strip them off for aggressive sucking of their bewitching, achingly hard cocks.

Then Pierre and Jeremy hook up. Over-heated Pierre’s the kind of kisser who devours a face, and when he comes up for air he begs to be fucked. Jeremy throws Pierre’s legs over his head so he can lap at the kid’s lascivious pink hole, and then fucks him silly.
Pierre’s arousing dirty talk spurs Jeremy to greater abandon, and the viewer to the brink of orgasm. With Hall fucking him silly, Pierre pops big time.

Strangely, the last scene’s three-way doesn’t prove anti-climatic. The cocksucking is fantastic. After all, Shane and Justin and Chase have really great cocks--smooth, hard and burning to bust up. A clear lucite dildo stretches Chase’s pristine ass with well-caught videography, and the chain fuck that follows is exciting and quite visibly recorded. Bonus features let you visit with playful Mr. Fitch.