There comes a point in the career of every studio, director and model that can be a defining moment. In the case of George Duroy and his Bel Ami studio, such moments have come perhaps a half dozen times in the past decade. Director Marty Stevens, director of "Mating Season," has done landmark work with his "Personal Trainers" series. And as for stars, who can forget career-making performances by the likes of Lukas Ridgeston, Johan Paulik, Sebastian Bonnet, Dano Sulik, et al?
"Mating Season" delivers a triple knock out -- and that assessment is not only based on the overall movie, but also in particular on one ground-breaking, ball-busting scene which is so unlike Bel Ami in approach and execution while also quite simply giving us a new superstar, Joey Amis.
But let's go one step at the time. The raison d'etre this time is a bike excursion in Slovakia through farms, hills and of course, into barns. First to find refuge are the sweet-faced, full-lipped, dirty-blond Hans Klee and the lithe, narrow-faced hot cocksucker Boris Polanski. They find a barn with plenty of hay and start to make some of their own, with kisses and other oral achievements, most particularly cocksucking -- a skill that Bolek has perfected and uses with loving care on his partner's massive dick. Bolek is a revelation here, licking balls and veins, going deep and taking delight in Hans' delight. For his part, Hans is no amateur, sliding to the ground and pushing his pal into a hay mound to get at his delicious uncut rod. Not even the comical and untimely interruption of a small barn dog that comes around eager for a lick of his own, can detract these boys from their sex (it's hilarious, but does not cause the cocks to go soft). Soon Bolek is ready to mount his boyfriend like a dog in heat and gives him a forceful fuck up against the hayloft ladder, which culminates in great gobs of cum all over each other.
Five other boys have found a run-down mansion to explore, but it's obvious they want to explore each other. Two, Benjamin Bloom and Davy Paxton, break off and head upstairs, while Josh Elliot, Troy Allen and Luke Hamill can't get off the staircase in their heated anxiety for each other. Blondish and pixie-faced Josh and dark-haired, pug-nosed Luke soon have the shaggy blond Troy in their grasps, stripping him as the three grope, kiss and get rock-hard through their shorts. Luke drops to his knees and engulfs Troy's fat, upturned rod in his mouth as the heat is turned up and up -- and so are the cocks. Troy, who has a delicate, almost Botticelli-like face, sits on a step and serves as a cock dump for the other two, alternating his throat back and forth between their rods as the other two kiss and run their fingers through his curls, which remind me of the twisty pasta, fusilli. They move to the landing where a convenient divan is located (as well as an abandoned, but unused, condom) and from there Troy serves as the meat in a doggy-fuck-suck sandwich with Josh penetrating him as Troy sucks Luke before the tops switch positions and Luke takes Troy missionary (the better to show off his deep-cut abs). Josh's cum-shot is the best here.
Meanwhile, upstairs matinee-idol brunet Davy Paxton is sweeping blond cutie Benjamin Bloom off his feet and into his charms as the two find an alcove and small room (with a conveniently abandoned club chair) to carry off their tryst. Nicely contrasted in body types (Davy fills out his spandex tights with a major hardon and a fabulously athletic ass, Benjamin is very preppy), the two suck and kiss and wallow in their build-up to the fuck, which finds Benjamin on the bottom in several positions and in several parts of the room as the energetic Davy has his way with him. Dave spills a major gusher on Benjamin's ass and back and then encourages his lover to squeeze out some heavy white dollops of his own while laying back in that convenient chair.
Cyclists gather at a picnic grove that has a bar tended by the major sexpig Steve Jennings. But it is his friend, Joey Amis, who is sitting by the restroom under a covered portico, commanding the attention of the crowd. After the crowd gets its fill of beer and schnapps, the stunning jock Roman Prada wanders to the loo and is met by a hungry look, and open mouth, from Joey. It's hard to describe the beauty of Joey Amis. He is every college jock you've ever seen -- part preppy, part soccer player, part farm boy, indeed to me he looks quite a bit like New England Patriots' quarterback Tom Brady. He invites Roman to stick his cock in his mouth and makes love to it, encouraging the cum to move up the shaft, then opening his mouth to receive the bounty as it spills into his mouth. He takes it hungrily and expertly cleans the cum off the cock, sits back and thanks his donor.
Thus kicks off the single greatest cum-eating sequence this year, or any year, and one of the most sensational of the past 20 years. One by one the boys come to the cum dump -- exotically pretty Manuel Rios, cheeky puppy-faced Colin Reeves, impossibly handsome blond Eli Rogers, pug-nosed jock Ruslan Brodovich, hot muscle boy Alexei Zagorin, shaggy-haired Hans Kass, long-haired blond Johnny Subaraya, yuppy-looking Henri Gaudin, who ends it all with splooge in Joey's mouth and a kiss on his lips. All are eager to become another notch on the tree that Joey nicks with a carving knife as each one leaves, dick limp, drained of juice which he eagerly sucks off their hot, hard and very fat cocks. Just one kiss, not a hug, just blowjob after blowjob after blowjob -- beautifully framed and sensationally executed by Joey Amis who treats each cock as an individual star, nibbling those that need nibbling, deep-throating those that beg for more attention, bobbing, weaving, getting each ready to blow. He takes their cum on each cock's terms -- some spurt up and he goes down, some spill and he positions his mouth underneath, some hands-free, others helped along by their master's hand.
Having kept a watchful eye on the action, proprietor Steve Jennings, heretofore one of the major cum-eaters of Eastern Europe, wanders back to the loo for last licks -- and it's much more than that. After his monster cock is adored by Joey he goes to work on his other hole, sticking it into that perfect ass, a sequence which begins in close-up and serves to further excite the viewer because neither guy has shaved his ass, balls or crotch -- what a shot and what a fuck, framed by windows, shot as reflections in mirrors. The end, of course, is another load for Joey to swill, and he does it just as well as he has throughout this spectacular foray into the depths of carnal satisfaction.
Somewhere close by, two farm boys have finished their chores for the day and are welcoming their hormonal urges to sweep each other off their feet. Brunet beauty Renato Amoroso and preppy-faced blond Thierry Aulin are all over each other in an instant, with Renato providing the oral hearth for Thierry's woody tool fuel before his buddy gets his taste of what turns out to be a monster log. Classic beauties of their type who could be at home on a farm or a bistro in Prague or Paris, these two are well matched in their proclivities -- Renato assumes a dominant role here taking baby-faced Thierry's tight little ass for a doggy and scissor ride on the back of a flatbed before they launch into their explosive climaxes.
The barn that served as the opening setting for the coupling between Hans Klee and Bolek Polanski provides a suitable venue for a film-closing orgy featuring Luke Hamill, Davy Paxton, Josh Elliot, Johnny Surabaya, Troy Allen, Benjamin Bloom and Henri Gaudin. Who kisses whom, who gets sucked, who fucks who -- get the movie and figure it out for yourself. It's a well-choreographed tour-de-force that requires nothing more than an appreciation of beauty -- and an oxygen tank to recover from that lark at the loo orchestrated by Joey Amis.
DVD features: Chapters (by scene and sex act); cum-shots chapter; gallery; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Bo Champion
