"Dreamers," eh? Wasn't our dear friend Kristen working the dream theme a couple of productions back? That's right ... we remember now: "Wet Dreams." "Dreamers," however, is about as abstract and plotless as he gets. It actually reminds us of some of his earliest efforts -- "Island Fever" or "Caribbean Beat." It's a series of vignettes unconnected by a narrative, and similar only in the vague theme of hot sexy guys having hot sexy dreams where hot sexy studs have intense, sensual sex.
Our first restless sleeper is tall, dark, and handsome Andres Duranza. And we mean it. He looks like a fifties matinee idol. Ever hear of Hollywood actor John Gavin? Black hair, flashing white teeth, square jaw, the whole nine yards. Yep, that's our boy. He seems to wake from his slumber -- or is he still dreaming? It's very ambiguous, in keeping with the dreamy theme and moody music. (We eventually discover it's actually a dream when Bjorn cuts back to Andres languishing on his bed.) Andres finds his boyfriend, Antonio Rico, sucking away on the aptly named Angel Castaneda, who has such a sweet boyish face you can't believe he's a sexpig. So the three of them have sex all over the rustic house with lots of dark wood wainscoting in a scene remarkable for the performers' versatility. Everybody bottoms, particularly macho Andres, And only Antonio doesn't top. Fun for all. There's a particularly good sandwich where Andres fucks Antonio while Angel fucks Andres. And something we haven't seen before: a rocking-chair fuck. Amazing how that rocking action can come in handy. (Oh, did we mention that both Andres and Angel have extra big penises? This MUST be a dream.)
Smoke and mist wafting over Andres' languishing in bed is all we get in the way of transition to the next scene, where exotic black stud Hugo Peligro stumbles across four muscular white guys skinny-dipping and horsing around in a swimming pool. He invites himself in, climbs the fence, pulls down his shorts, and starts to whack off. Instead of calling the police, the guys join him. (Yep, it's a dream all right.) This scene provides the flick's orgy action, with Brazilian muscle hunk Lucas Magalhaes being a standout. He's leaner and has more tattoos than in his appearance in "Wet Dreams." After some poolside oral action, they move to a porch for parallel fucking, with two couples on their sides and Lucas fucking hairy-chested Geoff Powell on a white wicker chair. Hugo and Jack Murphy are the other bottoms. Our orgy boys are all dark and masculine, too, with more muscles than in the first scene. In their next configuration, another square-jawed macho guy, Domingo Montero, rides Lucas' dick reverse-cowboy while everybody else gets into some sucking. After more cum-shots, they close with yet another round of oral action.
This turns out to have been Hugo's dream, as we see him dozing on the porch with his hard dick twitching, attracting the attention of Iván Andros and Marcos Allende. We don't know if they're his roommates, or just horny passers-by, but they appear in the doorway, and when he wakes they put his twitching cock to good use. Now, despite his Slavic name, Iván speaks perfect Spanish. We don't know what that's about, but it's a dream, so it doesn't have to make sense -- right? He also has the biggest dick so far. (These dreams are definitely evolving, and we mean that in a good way.) The usual oral prelude is followed by a frenzy of fucking. Having already bottomed in his dream, Hugos is a top here, while well-endowed Iván and pixie-ish Marcos are versatile. Marcos has a small, hooked dick -- probably the smallest we've ever seen in a Bjorn video. (Not that there's anything wrong with that!) There's another sandwich, with Iván in the middle, and a great cum-shot that leaves Marcos' face dripping.
The guys just seem to get more muscular as we progress. Handsome Lazzaro Carrera and Martin Chavez pick up fair-skinned, tall Christophe Blanc on the beach. Hygiene comes first with these boys as they start off by smooching and sucking in the shower. When Martin pulls his pals' dicks out of their swimsuits, you can actually see him looking from one dick to another, trying to make up his mind. Not surprisingly, he goes for Christophe's mammoth sausage over Lazzaro's somewhat less sizeable meat. When they get to the fucking, Christophe really shows what he's made of, pounding hard into Lazzaro's meaty white butt with lots of long strokes. This is the best fucking in the video, with lots of exits and re-entries while Lazzaro moans with pleasure and Christophe mutters in French. Martin takes a turn with Lazzaro's ass later on, on a nice white bed in front of a picture window with a lovely view of the water, and he also pounds away like there's no tomorrow. We really liked the high intensity of this scene as opposed to the more languorous fucking we're accustomed to in Bjorn's work. It certainly seemed to pay off for Lazzaro; Martin's vigorous fucking leads to a huge spurting climax. (This, the mail-order bonus scene, was actually our favorite.)
Our final dreamer is Slava Petrovich, who imagines that he picks up Diego Pastores on the picturesque streets of some Caribbean town. Slava is a tourist; Diego is the carriage driver, and after Slava pays him off, Diego follows him into the garden for a piss in the yard. Well, you know where THAT'S going to lead. Slava is, well, Slavic looking, with high cheekbones and a long, lean body -- last seen in "Moscow: The Power of Submission," directed by The Bear (Sarava). Diego looks a little like Ricky Arnaz. Yes, Little Ricky, after he was all grown up, but without the hairy chest. We liked the versatility in this scene as the two take turns fucking each other while thunder rolls in the background. (They better get in from that garden before lightning strikes them!) Slava stays hard while being fucked, and we liked seeing his big, low-hanging balls bouncing around. They do eventually move inside for more sucking and fucking on the bed, where they don't have to worry about being rained on -- or blown apart by a lightning bolt. Then Slava wakes up from his erotic slumber and closes the shutters, symbolically bringing our feature to a close.
Need we add that there are about thirty cum-shots here? This is Bjorn, after all. Actually, compared to some of his movies, the CPM ratio (cum-shots-per-minute -- we just invented that) is probably slightly less -- maybe because this video is a bit longer overall. It's not as lush as sextravaganzas like "Wet Dreams" or "Thick as Thieves," so if you think a plot or rich sets and costumes just detract from your enjoyment, you'll really like this one. The lovely music isn't by Bjorn's usual composer, Francois Girbaud -- oh, wait. No, that's the jeans guy. We mean Francois Girard. Instead, it's by Matthew Locke and it's kind of moody and even spooky at moments, and really works well with the theme. Imperial standouts were Andres Duranza and Christophe Blanc -- we hope to see them again soon. In the Imperial Palace, if at all possible.
(NOTE: As mentioned above, the Lazzaro Carrera, Martin Chavez and Christophe Blanc three-way is only available as part of the mail-order version.) A Video Review by The Porn Emperor
Dreamers is the 28th feature-length film from Kristen Bjorn, and this chimerical production reminds us once again that he is one of the master guides into the land of idealized sexuality. A five-episode loop film, it is as artfully artless as any he has made. The men are as magnetic as ever, the sex play as fresh and inventive, and the videography as astonishing as we have come to expect. Finally, for those who care about such things, there are - as nearly as we could count - 52 money shots!
The work's simple premise - a series of enticing men each dreaming himself into a hyper-charged, fantastically erotic situation - gives the film its shape and thrust; and its length - nearly two-and-a-half hours - provides the viewer with seemingly endless possibilities of nigh-perfect man-to-man action. In particular, the opening and closing sequences are among the best that Bjorn has ever created.
The crotch-grabbing opener, which runs nearly 40 minutes, finds a sleekly glamorous, naturally muscular hunk (Andres Duranza) tossing fitfully in his big double bed, and soon the scene has mistily dissolved into his dream. In it, he awakens and heads downstairs, where he discovers his lover (tattooed bottom boy Antonio Rico) giving expert head to a delightfully monkey-faced stranger (Angel Castaneda). When Duranza protests, his lover shamelessly replies, "Look, there's enough dick for us both." And indeed there is, for Castaneda is not only blessed with a long, thick, everhard piece of meat but also a joyous delight in all things sexual. He is one of the happiest sex pigs Bjorn has ever discovered, and he is the sparkplug that ignites the scene.
Duranza yields at once - his tumescent cock rises to full erection in a single shot before our very eyes - and soon the three of them are hurtling into a series of sex games that attain Olympic proportions. Every one of the three sucks cock as if the act were life-sustaining, and each is nearly able to deep-throat the others - no mean feat. Superbly lensed kissing, rimming, tongue fucking, foreskin play and cum slurping (each licks up his own) round out the oral action. The anal play is even more arousing. Before the marathon is over, all three have bottomed ? Rico in a bumpy lapfuck, Duranza in the middle of a human sandwich, and Castaneda doggie style in a rocking chair. Each delivers three money shots, many while being fucked. This is gold medal stuff.
The second dream is a vintage Bjorn orgy in which a handsome black (Hugo Pilegro) spots a quintet of international studs (Pietro Rosselli, Geoff Powell, Lucas Magahaes, Domingo Montero and Jack Murphy) frolicking in a pool. He moves in to observe, whips out his dick and quickly attracts their attention. In a whisk, they have eased into the first of four tableaus, wherein they suck and fuck with equal abandon - and Bjorn's restless camera seems to be everywhere at once. Sixteen money shots later, all six are temporarily sated.
Pilegro is the dreamer of the third sequence. He is dozing on a porch - his cock already rock hard and twitching - when the door to the house opens, and he is joined by a pair of stocky little banty roosters (Ivan Andros, who was so incendiary in Bjorn's Isle of Men, and Marcos Allende). Their subsequent set-to includes kissing, dick dueling, sex talk (which is arousing even if one doesn't speak the language), rimming, cocksucking and Pilegro topping each in turn. The highlight of the action is the Andros-Allende 69 in which Pilegro fucks Allende as Andros sword-swallows his pal's curved saber of a cock and watches the rutting from the best seat in the house. A side-saddle three-way train fuck drives the event to a pair of no-handed money shots.
Next, macho Christophe Blanc dozes and dreams on a white sand beach. He awakens to watch a pair of gym-built buddies (fair-haired Lazaro Carvera and brunet Martin Chavez) frolicking in the water, and almost before one can fantasize what will happen next, the three of them have adjourned to a tiled shower to hose down. All are consummate cocksuckers, even under the spray of the shower. In time, they move to the dry land of a living room and bedroom, where both Blanc and Chavez get a piece of Carvera's beefy ass. (Chavez in particular is a rough and tumble fucker.)
The film concludes with its most potent scene - nearly as long as the opener - which features Slava Petrovich, the instant star of Sarava Productions' Moscow and the most interesting screen presence to appear in years. The breathtaking Russian - whose haunting eyes, chiseled cheekbones, wild mane of hair and magnificent thighs remind one more than a bit of Nureyev - dreams that he is a tourist in Central America. There he connects with a swarthy carriage driver (Diego Pastores) showing him the city. When they stop to take a leak, Pastores is on his knees almost before Petrovich has shaken his dick dry. The super-skilled little Hispanic gobbles down the lanky tourist's spastically hyperactive cock (with its long skirt of foreskin) and brings him to quick orgasm.
Then it is the amazing Russian's turn, and he takes total charge. (The character he creates here, a man of absolute sexual assurance and uninhibited versatility, is vastly different from the role of the innocent youth he played so well in Moscow.) He is a vacuum-cheeked sucker and a commanding fucker who quickly brings Pastores to orgasm while drilling him. He then offers his own delectably pale ass to his partner, and Pastores sucks, rims and in time drills him in standing doggie position. Petrovich remains hard throughout, rides tongue and cock with equal relish, accepts repeated repenetrations with satisfied moans, and brings himself off at the height of the fucking. Later, in a bedroom, he 69s with Pastores and rims and fucks him again, completely emerging himself in the sexual experience and once more strutting his bravura sexual abilities. He alone is worth the price of the tape. One can only hope that director and star will work together again - in a film built completely around the remarkable Russian. They deserve each other.
- Jerry Douglas
