The scenes in "Eye Contact" stand, individually and collectively, as part of one of the hottest, insatiably horny, and sexually satisfying fuck films this reviewer has seen from Jocks. Director Chi Chi LaRue is almost over the top here, integrating a group of performers in three scenes that will literally clear out your linen closet. That LaRue has done it with the superstar Blake Harper in a supporting role is all the more astonishing. Harper, who has soared to the top in the past few years as an incredibly hot macho bottom, is hardly overshadowed here, however. Every performer throws in an incredibly hot performance in a vehicle in which Jocks is obviously showcasing blond, buff and bubble-butted sexpig Gage Michaels. However, it's Nino Bacci, the sultry Italian from Canada who has suddenly snuck up to near-superstar status, who steals this show as much as any one individual can, and it's a testament to his sexual appetite, histrionics and play-acting -- and incredible cock -- that he can do so in a cast so richly endowed.

The flick takes place at a spa, where we first see Nino cruising Gage. Nino wears the same outfit throughout -- and it's crucial here -- tank top and tight, faded jeans, through which you can see his monster cock on a right angle to his legs. Gage, who reminds me of a better built, and far more emotive, Kip Noll with good (no, make that great) teeth, has been making eye contact with Nino in the opening credits, and they approach each other across a pathway. Unfortunately for Gage, the post-pubescent Emilio di Medici comes up between them on his bike, gives Nino eye contact, and Nino shrugs to Gage and takes off down the path with Emilio.

A very handsome boy with an Argentine-Italian look, Emilio is decked out in shorts and a T-shirt, and immediately pulls Nino to him for a long, hot kiss. (This movie is marked by passionate, long, sloppy, intimate and wild kissing in the three best scenes -- everyone does it, everyone loves it, and the kissing leads to the passion which explodes and perpetuates the scenes.) Emilio rubs his hand over Nino's amazingly large bulge, pulls the cock out and goes to town. If you haven't seen Nino before, get ready for something special. In addition to being beautiful and built like a brick shithouse, he's got a cock to die for -- it stands parallel to his chest at full growth, reaching almost to his abs, and is among the thickest in porn today without being gross. After Emilio's initial introduction of his throat to Nino's shaft, the latter pulls down the bicyclist's shorts and takes a few quick gulps of a very nice, and very straight rod.

Then we cut to a chaise lounge where Emilio is sitting on Nino's face. For those of us who were about to be disappointed that Nino was just going to rim here, we get a surprise. Nino rims Emilio, alright, but then grabs for Emilio's cock with his mouth and sucks it right down his throat while Emilio is still basically sitting on his face. The direction here is superb along with the camera angles and editing, which moved the rating up a notch. The great thing about this scene is that it presents Nino as a consummate and enthusiastic cocksucker. He loves what he's doing, and he can't get enough of it, brief though his oral antics may be. We cut to Emilio straddling Nino's massive boner -- but both are facing the same way -- it's a great touch which gives credence to the passion at work here. Emilio shoots a very light load, and then gets on his knees to bring off Nino. He sticks his fingers in Nino's waiting hole -- one, two, three, maybe four -- and the moaning and dirty talk doesn't stop until Nino shoots a major, major gusher all over himself. Naturally, the scene -- which has been observed by a spying Gage -- ends with a sloppy kiss.

Gage obviously needs to get off, and he goes to the gym to see what's happening. The scene opens with the maintenance man, Blake Harper, fixing some wiring, and Gage eye-contacting him while pumping. Two others are here -- the sinewy raven-haired Jeremy Steele, and the more blocky Alec Martinez. With the latter two pumping on their backs, Blake and Gage ratchet up their eye contact, and before you know it, Gage is standing over Jeremy. He dives for Jeremy's crotch, rips his sweatpants off, and goes for the gold. This encourages Blake to do the same to Alec, also on his back pumping. Hot kissing ensues with the two couples framed by the camera across the room. Here, LaRue goes for a major cum-drench. Both Jeremy and Alec sport massive, uncut cocks -- Alec's is hooked downward, Jeremy's straight up. The camera is closest to Gage as he starts nibbling on Jeremy's foreskin, and we see Blake in the background imitate him with Alec's hung horsemeat. The eye contact here is superb -- but the nibbling, licking and deep-throating action is superior. This is one of the instant classic scenes in gay porn. An oral-ballet-down-the-cockshaft tour-de-force which only a director like Chi Chi could imagine and pull off. The rest of the scene is a virtual exercise in sexual satisfaction. Jeremy gets up and walks over to Blake and Alec and shoves his cock in Alec's mouth. Blake joins Gage in a mutual chomp on Alec's cock. Jeremy sucks Gage; Alec sucks Blake; Jeremy and Blake 69; Alec and Gage 69; everyone loves cock in this scene -- what a wonderful welcoming sight. Then Alec mounts Gage who sucks Blake, who's straddling Jeremy. Then Alec takes Blake doggy-style while Blake is stuffed into Gage's butt likewise. Gage is chomping on Jeremy at the time. The scene ends in a multi-jerkoff, with all four coming at the same time.

But Nino is still after Gage and vice-versa. They run into each other in another pathway, outside a group of rooms. Inside a room, Scott Austin is getting his mouth and butt ready for Virgil Sainclair. Nino and Gage start to look. Virgil, a tough muscle stud, and Scott, a smaller, compact number who's a hungry bottom, have one thing in mind -- how much of Virgil's cock can Scott eat and how many foreign objects can Scott take up his butt. Gage seems very interested in this scene, and Nino, who tires of trying to make more eye contact with the man next to him, paddles off. The scene continues between Virgil and Scott, with Scott taking one, then two large dildos up his butt, then Virgil's hand and forearm. It's a good example of its genre. For those who like this kind of play, it's very well done and very passionate on Scott's part.

The last scene is a masterpiece of unbridled lust. Gage is in the shower and Nino comes up still in his tank top and cock-stuffed jeans. Nino presses himself against the glass partition between the shower and the walkway, and Gage moves up against it on his side. They kiss through the window; Nino pulls out his cock and Gage goes down on it through the glass (lightly). Then Nino comes around, fully clothed, cock in the air. Gage pulls him into the shower, turns him around, and puts him up against the wall, all the time lip-locked. Nino is getting drenched with his clothes on, Gage goes to the meat hangar and grabs that cock roughly with his mouth and shoves it down his throat. Then he pulls Nino's briefs up, getting them all wet, showing the cock's outline as the shower continues to cascade on them. Gage eats Nino through the briefs and then finally undresses his new hero. The two kiss, Gage does some deep-throating, and Nino gets his mouth around Gage's very pretty piece of meat. The two men are moaning and dirty-talking to each other -- for a boyish-looking guy, Gage has a very masculine voice, and Nino's can only be described as a well-nuanced throaty growl, and this enhances the sexual tension for the viewer. Nino takes Gage doggy-style, and then sits down as Gage lowers himself on the massive Nino meat. They fuck in tandem, kiss, moan, growl, until Nino pulls out and Gage -- imitating Emilio in the first scene -- shoves one, then two, then four, fingers up Nino's hot butt until he shoots another spectacular gusher all over himself. Nino looks up at the beautiful Gage, who's ready to cum himself: "Cum on my face," Nino whispers. Gage stands over him, pulls away, and lets the cum fly obligingly. The two end the movie with another passionate kiss.

There is nothing else I can tell you. This is a sex-feast that must have left the technical crew, right down to the editor, drained. There are four outstanding performers Gage, Emilio, Alec and Jeremy (though, oddly, Emilio is left out of the identifying facial credits at the end) -- another superb pace-setting performance by Blake Harper. But topping it all is a star turn by a man who can come into my pantry any time with his special manicotti, Nino Bacci.

The DVD is digitally remastered with a full-motion chapter index.

A DVD Review by Bo Champion

The tag line for this latest release from Jocks Studio reads: "You catch him at a glance, making eye contact and the fireworks begin." GayVN Best Newcomer nominee Gage Michaels in his first clear and away "starring" role, the simple plot of Eye Contact revolves around his often-frustrated pursuit of dazzling and delectable Italian stud Nino Bacci. Their courtship begins simply at first by initiating contact through timid and self-conscious glances until, after being thwarted and frustrated several times, they ultimately make a connection (and your eyes will pop when they do!).

Told in four segments, this still provides enough of a framework to move the action along while delivering enough to give rise to some absolutely incredible sex scenes, balanced by just the right touch of romance to make for viewing that's both enjoyable and incredibly hot at the same time. Along the way, the importance of eye contact in the art of seduction - especially for gay men - is demonstrated through-out.

There's a terrific chemistry between Michaels and Bacci, and two more perfect examples to demonstrate the powerful role eye contact is in sexual pursuit couldn't be found, as both have been blessed with the most entrancing and expressive blue eyes of any performers currently out there. Add in a quick flash of either guy's boyish and thoroughly heartstopping smile, and who needs foreplay?! In both his scenes, Michaels gives over with a money shot that packs such a wallop that, if that mini-bazooka he's got between his legs were an actual weapon, he would've blown someone's leg off by now! Together with Bacci, to simply say "sparks fly" would be as big an understatement as saying someone like Ken Ryker is just "sizable." Other notable "standouts" include Virgil Sainclair as a buff and domineering "junior daddy" whose French accent (what we get to hear of it anyway) combined with his powerful and muscle-bound physique is "bound" to set hearts fluttering, and GayVN Award-winning actor and one of the Grabbys' Best Performers, Blake Harper - who himself, is no lightweight when it comes to making our hearts skip a beat!

Director Chi Chi LaRue is always skillful at whatever she puts onto the video screen, but it's the simpler, less elaborate projects she works on, like Eye Contact , that really allow her ingenuity and inspiration to shine through, and here she's at the top of her game (of course, the high caliber and performances of her cast may have helped some). LaRue also has a knack for finding the hottest "up and cumming" new talent, those "super-stars in training" who will be lighting up the videos of tomorrow, and drawing from them incredible performances today. In this regard too, she stays true to form, once again working her magic with a cast of maybe not so (yet) known talent (with the notable exception of Harper, of course) and pulling from them performances that will long keep this tape from just gathering dust on the shelves, being instead watched and savored again and again.

In the end, though, it's the sex that's really important, and that's where Eye Contact really smokes! Whether the sweet, romantic final pairing in a shower between the two leads or the surprising action between Falcon exclusives, Scott Austin and Sainclair involving Scott performing a series of "sphinctorial acrobatics," including some fisting and an amazing double penetration, which are really more astounding than unsettling (this guy could be considered the "Indian Rubber man" of gay porn!") the energy and enthusiasm in these "money scenes," and the vigorous way in which everyone involved carries them off, is what makes Eye Contact truly worth putting at the top of your "search and see" list. There's also a swelteringly intense four-way featuring Michaels, Alec Martinez, Jeremy Steel and Harper that breaks out when Michaels tries to get his mind off Bacci by blowing off a little steam with a quick workout. What he actually ends up doing, instead, is working up a quick sweat by blowing Steel before turning it into an all out free-for-all of heavy "man sex" - in every possible combination. (Some guys have all the luck!)

It seems a bit of a letdown, though, to see Harper, arguably the hottest performer now making videos, confined to such a teasingly brief appearance. In fact, if there's any failing at all here, it's that given a cast this hot, a director this adept and sex that practically melts your TV, you'd think Falcon (the parent company of Jocks Studio) would've expanded this one a bit more to include even more incredible-looking men in even more segments containing incredibly hot sex. Four simple vignettes seems like so few for such an otherwise outstanding video. This is a case where "leaving them wanting more" is still leaving them wanting, and as a result, one can't help but feel a little frustrated by it. Still, criticisms like this are negligible when compared to the completely untamed "jizz-fest" you are treated to, which make this one video your eyes (and libido) will want to make contact with A.S.A.P!  

- Leo Buck