In marked contrast to other "SexPack" features, the eighth in the series does not star a brick wall and a sling. Instead, it has a human star, the wondrous miracle of beefcake that is Sky Donovan. Performing in a few scenes here, he alternates between lusty vanilla work and some of the darker hardcore stuff, all with a hint of a smile and a flex of his gorgeous pecs. Joined by a cast of Raging Stallion regulars to fill out the video, and all of them as sturdy as ever, Sky helps the series stay fresh, with no signs of breakdown in focus or ideas.

In "Black Sky Fantasy," a rather innocent blond Sky Donovan sits on a haystack reading a dirty magazine, falling into a trance and imagining pin-up boy Robert Black, shown in noir-ish shadows without his face. His body, toned and fit, gives him away. Sky beats off to the thought of Robert, grabbing his meaty cock and not letting go of either it or his full balls. He obviously loves touching himself, and manages to do so even in sleep. Robert doesn't immediately go over to Sky, as they instead continue some solo work to hoist the tension level. It works, so when Robert finally does saunter over, Sky is ready for him, starting by licking lovingly on his boots. He finally blows Robert, opening wide for the thick cock and not even needing his hands. Sky is a talented performer who always manages to keep in mind both his partner and the camera, so whatever he does works for everyone. Having had enough of being adored, Robert goes to rim the video's main character, Sky's hairless big-holed ass. It's sizable enough for Robert to jam his face in past the nose. Truly, I don't know if I've ever seen a porn camera come as close to an ass-munch as this one does. You can count the stray hairs on Sky's butt. Skipping over standard fucking, Robert instead sends a gloved hand right up the poop-shoot on Sky, to the glove line! Robert's hand stays in position so long you wonder how Sky can work the muscles for such a time. The fisting is the highlight of the scene, with quiet Robert allowing Sky to take center stage.

The second vignette is called "Fucking in the Forest," and it's true to its title. The imposing Titus Drumm, a hairy burly guy, lights his cigarette and begins to fondle himself. Soon enough, a mysterious partner has arrived to provide a dick to suck, but one look at the dick, before the face, shows us Michael Brandon is back. Without a second wasted, Michael grabs onto Titus' head and forces all ... all of his cock down the throat. We know how much that is. With sounds mercifully left in, we get to see Titus choke and gag, repeatedly, but never stop swallowing the whole cock. Once has deep-throated it successfully, he can spend the rest of the blowing time trying again and again. It certainly never gets boring. Michael stands over him to feed him that way, and Titus matches him in that position as well. I really couldn't tell you who is in control, roaring cagey Michael or skillful Titus. Soon enough, Michael is making mincemeat out of Titus' butt. From the first insertion, it's a sublimely easy place to rest the monster, which means Michael can concentrate on giving the best fuck he can muster, rather than being nice to the poor ass. It's a thrilling fuck, the jaw-dropping kind where you wonder how the hell someone is able to take that sort of punishment. The two of them yelling up a storm in the forest is enough to chase all the Bambis right out of their dens. Michael rewards Titus with a spectacular facial at the end.

The next two scenes are very different versions of the same man. In "Desert Dreams," dependable hairy Mark Evrett is in the desert, hair a-covered with fuzz, sitting on a rock jacking off. He smiles and looks up at the sky, the camera loving to watch his shapely abs. His cock is a handful for himself, and he has a unique overhand masturbation technique that keeps the solo interesting. Surprisingly low-key synthesizer music urges the feeling of dreaminess and the editing keeps Mark's time to a minimum, showing just enough to appease the appetite. Throwing stickiness all over the place at the end, he's clearly just starting.

And that's when we get to "Hardcore Edit: Mark's Hand." We have to move inside for this scene, because the gawking factor outdoors would be huge. The scene starts in a bare room with just a chair. Mark, his face not shown yet, enters. He turns backwards to the camera and -- with no warning -- stuffs his entire hand up his own ass! To the wrist. No problem. As if he's scratching his ear! Over and over and over again for the next few minutes, he will continue to punch is own butt. It's absolutely scorching. The niceties of partner fisting go out the window. Mark knows his own ass, evidently, exceedingly well, so there are no slow insertions or pull-outs. Even better, the ass is so wide, it could probably hold both hands, though maybe we should save that for another "SexPack" entry. Near the end of the scene, he stretches his hole for the camera so wide I think you can see how babies get born. With one swift knuckle, Mark steals this movie right out from under its titular star.

With Mark's self-fisting as the pinnacle of "SexPack Eight: Sky's the Limit," things don't calm down for an instant in "Late Afternoon on a Hill Top." Again, dispensing with all foreplay, the scene begins with favorite baldie Rik Jammer tied to a pole hanging from a tree. Sky returns to the action brandishing a whip and lashing Rik's perfectly-colored white ass. Rik doesn't even flinch. In fact, each strap of leather seems to put a smile on his face. Making use of the beautiful sunlight and shadows, this scene is wisely filmed from afar, so that we can see sexy Sky tossing the whip around and Rik's body twitching in kind. There's a certain wry contradiction in having this extremely nasty scene filmed in such a lush bright setting. Sky is rather casual about his whipping. Most of it is fairly calm, though he does occasionally spice things up with some harsher motions. But, there's a method to his madness and it's called teasing. Prettying the pinking ass, Sky causes Rik to absolutely roar like a lion about to pounce. That's usually when he turns on the energy. The shots from the front are great as well, with Sky making sure to swat Rik's protruding nipples and rock-hard cock. Near the end of the scene, Sky treats Rik to a few licks on his red cock as thanks, and then disappears, leaving Rik to swing gleefully on the pole.

Though Mark makes a good case otherwise, there is no denying Sky is the star of this video. To make sure we understand, we are treated to "Hardcore Edit: Sky at Play," which is an expanded version of his solo work from the first scene. Taking his place back on the hay, he's more focused on his ass this time. It really is a glorious piece, rounded and glowing, really worked but not overtly so. He fingers himself in that extreme close-up that made the first scene work so well, opening himself up for two large dildos he dips in a vat of Crisco. He parks the first dildo on a canister and sits down on it. With speedy effort, he maneuvers his ass right down the thing, taking it to the base. This ass really is omniscient when it comes to handling anything put up there. It has a mind of its own. He rides this dildo for a while, always aware of his facial reactions matching the pleasure going on in his butt. You may ask where he puts all of this dildo while it's up there, but just remember how much hand he took in the first scene. With the hunk of plastic in his ass, he cums. Is it just a coincidence he's wearing Champion gym socks?

Sky has one last scene, the video's least remarkable, in "Down by the Wood Stack." The scene opens with a bit of humor as Sky attempts to chop wood. He does the first log really well, but then gets the axe jammed in a tree trunk. Watching him pry it loose is a lot of fun, but hardly in line with the storm-cloud-gathering mentality on display everywhere else. Bubbly dark young Andy Hunter shows up to help him load the wood onto the truck, unpacking Sky's wood instead. After kissing and pulling each other's dicks to freedom, the rest of the scene is strangely standard for the context. Andy has a luscious long cock, and of course Sky has no problem sucking any part of it. The motion is an easy gulp, deep-throat, gulp, deep-throat. Andy tries to thrust more into Sky's face, but Sky is pretty much taking it all and resists this show of force. Andy squats down to blow Sky, finally allowing Sky one of his only passive moments in the whole video. We haven't seen his glamorous and worthy cock used much here, so it's fun to watch Andy finally get at it. He manages most of it with a nice show of spirit, and then goes to rim Sky. I needn't rave over how yummy that is again. With the scene seemingly over, they stand over the axe and cum. However, they aren't done. Instead, Andy fucks Sky on the truck. He's off to a quick start after a troubled insertion, which unfortunately doesn't leave much room for build-up. Sky could handle him in his sleep, and even with the spunkiness Andy musters, the fuck is simply too plain for this video. As a final statement though, Andy's cum-shot is the best "SexPack Eight" has to offer.

If it's not readily apparent, this is a massive video, not only in length, but in scope. We whip through lashing, through fisting, through dildos, through Michael Brandon, all in the same film! It seems that star Sky Donovan is out to prove what he's worth, and everyone around him picks up on it. Even when he's not on display, someone is there taking his place, making sure some form of hardcore showiness is being watched. In truth, Sky deserves ownership of "SexPack Eight: Sky's the Limit" for everything he does in it has the feel of sweaty ballsy Raging Stallion action. That said, just try getting Mark Evrett's self-fisting out of your mind!

A Video Review by Brent Blue

*** Highly Recommended ***

In marked contrast to other "SexPack" features, the eighth in the series does not star a brick wall and a sling. Instead, it has a human star, the wondrous miracle of beefcake that is Sky Donovan. Performing in a few scenes here, he alternates between lusty vanilla work and some of the darker hardcore stuff, all with a hint of a smile and a flex of his gorgeous pecs. Joined by a cast of Raging Stallion regulars to fill out the video, and all of them as sturdy as ever, Sky helps the series stay fresh, with no signs of breakdown in focus or ideas.

In "Black Sky Fantasy," a rather innocent blond Sky Donovan sits on a haystack reading a dirty magazine, falling into a trance and imagining pin-up boy Robert Black, shown in noir-ish shadows without his face. His body, toned and fit, gives him away. Sky beats off to the thought of Robert, grabbing his meaty cock and not letting go of either it or his full balls. He obviously loves touching himself, and manages to do so even in sleep. Robert doesn't immediately go over to Sky, as they instead continue some solo work to hoist the tension level. It works, so when Robert finally does saunter over, Sky is ready for him, starting by licking lovingly on his boots. He finally blows Robert, opening wide for the thick cock and not even needing his hands. Sky is a talented performer who always manages to keep in mind both his partner and the camera, so whatever he does works for everyone. Having had enough of being adored, Robert goes to rim the video's main character, Sky's hairless big-holed ass. It's sizable enough for Robert to jam his face in past the nose. Truly, I don't know if I've ever seen a porn camera come as close to an ass-munch as this one does. You can count the stray hairs on Sky's butt. Skipping over standard fucking, Robert instead sends a gloved hand right up the poop-shoot on Sky, to the glove line! Robert's hand stays in position so long you wonder how Sky can work the muscles for such a time. The fisting is the highlight of the scene, with quiet Robert allowing Sky to take center stage.

The second vignette is called "Fucking in the Forest," and it's true to its title. The imposing Titus Drumm, a hairy burly guy, lights his cigarette and begins to fondle himself. Soon enough, a mysterious partner has arrived to provide a dick to suck, but one look at the dick, before the face, shows us Michael Brandon is back. Without a second wasted, Michael grabs onto Titus' head and forces all ... all of his cock down the throat. We know how much that is. With sounds mercifully left in, we get to see Titus choke and gag, repeatedly, but never stop swallowing the whole cock. Once has deep-throated it successfully, he can spend the rest of the blowing time trying again and again. It certainly never gets boring. Michael stands over him to feed him that way, and Titus matches him in that position as well. I really couldn't tell you who is in control, roaring cagey Michael or skillful Titus. Soon enough, Michael is making mincemeat out of Titus' butt. From the first insertion, it's a sublimely easy place to rest the monster, which means Michael can concentrate on giving the best fuck he can muster, rather than being nice to the poor ass. It's a thrilling fuck, the jaw-dropping kind where you wonder how the hell someone is able to take that sort of punishment. The two of them yelling up a storm in the forest is enough to chase all the Bambis right out of their dens. Michael rewards Titus with a spectacular facial at the end.

The next two scenes are very different versions of the same man. In "Desert Dreams," dependable hairy Mark Evrett is in the desert, hair a-covered with fuzz, sitting on a rock jacking off. He smiles and looks up at the sky, the camera loving to watch his shapely abs. His cock is a handful for himself, and he has a unique overhand masturbation technique that keeps the solo interesting. Surprisingly low-key synthesizer music urges the feeling of dreaminess and the editing keeps Mark's time to a minimum, showing just enough to appease the appetite. Throwing stickiness all over the place at the end, he's clearly just starting.

And that's when we get to "Hardcore Edit: Mark's Hand." We have to move inside for this scene, because the gawking factor outdoors would be huge. The scene starts in a bare room with just a chair. Mark, his face not shown yet, enters. He turns backwards to the camera and -- with no warning -- stuffs his entire hand up his own ass! To the wrist. No problem. As if he's scratching his ear! Over and over and over again for the next few minutes, he will continue to punch is own butt. It's absolutely scorching. The niceties of partner fisting go out the window. Mark knows his own ass, evidently, exceedingly well, so there are no slow insertions or pull-outs. Even better, the ass is so wide, it could probably hold both hands, though maybe we should save that for another "SexPack" entry. Near the end of the scene, he stretches his hole for the camera so wide I think you can see how babies get born. With one swift knuckle, Mark steals this movie right out from under its titular star.

With Mark's self-fisting as the pinnacle of "SexPack Eight: Sky's the Limit," things don't calm down for an instant in "Late Afternoon on a Hill Top." Again, dispensing with all foreplay, the scene begins with favorite baldie Rik Jammer tied to a pole hanging from a tree. Sky returns to the action brandishing a whip and lashing Rik's perfectly-colored white ass. Rik doesn't even flinch. In fact, each strap of leather seems to put a smile on his face. Making use of the beautiful sunlight and shadows, this scene is wisely filmed from afar, so that we can see sexy Sky tossing the whip around and Rik's body twitching in kind. There's a certain wry contradiction in having this extremely nasty scene filmed in such a lush bright setting. Sky is rather casual about his whipping. Most of it is fairly calm, though he does occasionally spice things up with some harsher motions. But, there's a method to his madness and it's called teasing. Prettying the pinking ass, Sky causes Rik to absolutely roar like a lion about to pounce. That's usually when he turns on the energy. The shots from the front are great as well, with Sky making sure to swat Rik's protruding nipples and rock-hard cock. Near the end of the scene, Sky treats Rik to a few licks on his red cock as thanks, and then disappears, leaving Rik to swing gleefully on the pole.

Though Mark makes a good case otherwise, there is no denying Sky is the star of this video. To make sure we understand, we are treated to "Hardcore Edit: Sky at Play," which is an expanded version of his solo work from the first scene. Taking his place back on the hay, he's more focused on his ass this time. It really is a glorious piece, rounded and glowing, really worked but not overtly so. He fingers himself in that extreme close-up that made the first scene work so well, opening himself up for two large dildos he dips in a vat of Crisco. He parks the first dildo on a canister and sits down on it. With speedy effort, he maneuvers his ass right down the thing, taking it to the base. This ass really is omniscient when it comes to handling anything put up there. It has a mind of its own. He rides this dildo for a while, always aware of his facial reactions matching the pleasure going on in his butt. You may ask where he puts all of this dildo while it's up there, but just remember how much hand he took in the first scene. With the hunk of plastic in his ass, he cums. Is it just a coincidence he's wearing Champion gym socks?

Sky has one last scene, the video's least remarkable, in "Down by the Wood Stack." The scene opens with a bit of humor as Sky attempts to chop wood. He does the first log really well, but then gets the axe jammed in a tree trunk. Watching him pry it loose is a lot of fun, but hardly in line with the storm-cloud-gathering mentality on display everywhere else. Bubbly dark young Andy Hunter shows up to help him load the wood onto the truck, unpacking Sky's wood instead. After kissing and pulling each other's dicks to freedom, the rest of the scene is strangely standard for the context. Andy has a luscious long cock, and of course Sky has no problem sucking any part of it. The motion is an easy gulp, deep-throat, gulp, deep-throat. Andy tries to thrust more into Sky's face, but Sky is pretty much taking it all and resists this show of force. Andy squats down to blow Sky, finally allowing Sky one of his only passive moments in the whole video. We haven't seen his glamorous and worthy cock used much here, so it's fun to watch Andy finally get at it. He manages most of it with a nice show of spirit, and then goes to rim Sky. I needn't rave over how yummy that is again. With the scene seemingly over, they stand over the axe and cum. However, they aren't done. Instead, Andy fucks Sky on the truck. He's off to a quick start after a troubled insertion, which unfortunately doesn't leave much room for build-up. Sky could handle him in his sleep, and even with the spunkiness Andy musters, the fuck is simply too plain for this video. As a final statement though, Andy's cum-shot is the best "SexPack Eight" has to offer.

If it's not readily apparent, this is a massive video, not only in length, but in scope. We whip through lashing, through fisting, through dildos, through Michael Brandon, all in the same film! It seems that star Sky Donovan is out to prove what he's worth, and everyone around him picks up on it. Even when he's not on display, someone is there taking his place, making sure some form of hardcore showiness is being watched. In truth, Sky deserves ownership of "SexPack Eight" Sky's the Limit" for everything he does in it has the feel of sweaty ballsy Raging Stallion action. That said, just try getting Mark Evrett's self-fisting out of your mind!

A Video Review by Brent Blue

For Sky Donovan, there really seem to be no limits. In less than a year, this 28-year-old San Franciscan has catapulted to "Golden Boy" status in the porn world. He's not only a Raging Stallion exclusive but an active partner in the company, with his own production company called, of course, Golden Boy. Add to that his recent duties as Zeusboy 2002, his directorial debut and his substantial list of past, current and future releases for Raging Stallion, Golden Boy, Falcon and Titan, and you have one busy little porn pup.

Sexpack Eight gives a great showcase for not only Donovan but Raging Stallion's other bankable stars like Michael Brandon, Rik Jammer, Robert Black and Evrett, and introduces us to up-and-cummers Titus Drumm (word play if I ever saw it) and Andy Hunter.

Again, filmed in "Sex-a-Scope," SP-8 comes in a regular version and a "Private Hardcore Mail Order Edit" that features almost 45 additional minutes. One big difference overall, according to Director Ward, is that most of the action is filmed outdoors, as Raging Stallion "strives to become a major player in the outdoor sex genre." (Could this be a new Grabby Category?) Raging Stallion is blessed with a topnotch production team, and the work of Ward protégé Brian Hastings is evident, especially in the stylistic opening credits.

One sure way to avoid overexposure and burnout is Donovan's chameleon-like ability to go from man to boy. In "Black Sky Fantasy," we are treated to a lean boyish Donovan whose magazine J/O session turns to sensual reality as the magazine model, Robert Black, slowly appears from the shadows. As Donovan sleeps, Black strokes his seven-plus inch cock as the camera weaves in and out of the shadows and longingly captures the curves of his muscled, tattooed arms and his thick, veiny shaft. A startled Donovan awakens to lick Black's shiny boots, and hot sex ensues as Donovan sucks on Black's pole. Donovan's butthole is framed nicely in the camera as Black gorges on his flower. In the hardcore edit, Black "fists" Donovan, but it's more of a tender, sensual prostate exam when compared to a scene later in the movie, and Donovan doesn't seem at all comfortable. The cum scene is a pretty standard "jack-n-squirt," first Donovan and then Black.

"Fucking in the Forest" is the first outdoor scene and features Michael Brandon and Titus Drumm. Drumm has a '70s pornstar quality, wearing black jeans and a tank-top, filling the scene with cigarette smoke. The pairing of Drumm and Brandon is phenomenal. Drumm doesn't mind gagging a little, and Brandon doesn't mind fucking Drumm's throat to its very "audible" gag reflex. Drumm is a furry bear type, with both nipples pierced and head shaved. When Brandon bends Drumm over a tree stump to plug him, we see that Drumm's back is covered with tattooes. The heat is definitely here as Brandon power-fucks an exuberant Drumm, who lustily laughs with each ram of the "Monster." When Drumm and Brandon finally pop, we've witnessed another stellar fuck at the level we've grown accustomed to from Brandon and Raging Stallion. My advice to Drumm call me, I have lots of witch hazel and aloe to soothe you!

Mark Evrett is all alone, again, probably waiting for me in "Desert Dreams," as the camera swoops in on him engaged in a little self-pleasure amidst the rocky, barren landscape. Evrett's facial and body hair are the stuff of dreams as he works his thick cock into a lather. It's here where you'll really want the Hardcore Mail Order edit, as we see an additional scene, called "Mark's Hand," featuring Evrett in a steamy self-fisting segment. (Yes, you read that correctly.) Evrett's matted and glistening fur surrounds his throbbing hole as he repeatedly plugs his hand in up to the wrist while his other hand strokes his meat. Hot stuff as the camera spares no details and we get an almost medical view of Evrett's sphincter. By day, Evrett may provide support to Ward and Slater's front office, but it's his "back door" that swings open here. And although the "business" is left unfinished, this is definitely an award worthy solo scene.

In "Late Afternoon on a Hill Top," Donovan is back, this time shirtless, and he has Rik Jammer bound to a pole with his hands suspended above his shoulder. Jammer has an incredible bubble ass, and the "tough guy" Donovan takes over here, flagellating him with a soft leather flogger. Jammer couldn't be any harder as Donovan swirls the tentacles of the whip across his back and then onto the head of his cock. Studly Jammer is quite vocal about his pleasure but doesn't get more than a couple licks from Donovan before he is left hanging (literally), and neither of them visibly gets off here.

Just about everything I've read about Donovan in the past few months has mentioned his hot ass. And while they may have meant his hot bubble butt, I'm just as impressed with his thick sphincter muscle, which looks like it's permanently pulled tight with some internal drawstring. "Hardcore Edit Sky at Play" features Donovan in a solo jack session. The camera soon focuses on his gorgeous ass as he fingers it and then plugs it with a monstrous dildo. With baseball cap and work boots, Donovan achieves another "look" as he rides the latex love monster to his own ejaculatory satisfaction. Donovan can work his hole without making it look "worked over."

In "Down by the Wood Stack," Donovan takes a few butch whacks with an ax at the logs in front of him, but when scene costar Andy Hunter arrives, getting wood takes on a whole new meaning. Paired with the boyish Hunter (aka Michael Fallon), this scene looks like no others in the movie. Donovan is shirtless, wearing jeans, his signature necklace and sports short blonde hair. Donovan and Hunter first do a long jack together, and Donovan blows a load onto the ax. Hunter/Fallon has gotten leaner and smoother since I saw him in Titan's ManPlay MP-001, but the 22-year-old does some log splitting of his own as he plugs Donovan's hole with a bone that just won't quit. This well-lit outdoor scene is sure to be on award nomination lists at the end of the year.

- Harry Bayer