Easily one of director Thor Stephans' best efforts to date, "Sex Psycho" is a very detailed and thrilling romp about a man with a confusing sexual-mental condition. But don't expect hoary doctor-patient puns or anything so simplistic. With his heart in the story and his mind on the sex, Stephans has come up with a towering erotic creation that is both interesting to watch and sexy as hell. Casting one of my all-time favorite performers, Derek Cameron, in the lead was a masterstroke, because not only does he elevate the sex scenes to their highest possibilities, he acts the stuffing out of the role. From the music to the editing and especially to the performers, everything in "Sex Psycho" is so perfectly synched that the total viewing experience is an absolute pleasure.
Under a Hitchcock-worthy score by Rock Hard, we see the beginnings of a very strange story from the get-go. We're in San Francisco and the stunning blond Derek, with those take-me-now blue eyes, a tight and very lean body, this time with some chest hair thankfully left intact, is nude in a park overlooking the bay. He's confused, perhaps hurt. He has flashes of being clothed and walking through the park, of seeing muscle-bound mustached Ben Archer rubbing his crotch inviting him. He remembers following Ben, starting to take off his clothes and getting very woozy while he's getting hard. There's also a third body in the twisting woods, a faceless leather-clad man with unique tattoos. The visions get more real as the action continues to get more sexual.
Soon enough, Derek is sucking Ben's thick cock. He literally inhales it, blowing it as fully as only Derek Cameron can, keeping the mysterious mood going by delivering something very slow and sensual. The camerawork, by Peter Goesinya and Ed Maxxx, is astounding the way it twirls around the performers from every angle, as though we are part of Derek's confusion. The cameras also come so close to the action you can see every vein on Ben's cock and every stretch of Derek's throat as he wows with an exceptional blowjob. At one point, Derek spies the man in leather behind Ben, his sexy eyes searching for the man, his mouth still blowing. When the man disappears, Derek looks around, but, hey, a face in the bush is worth ... so he keeps sucking. The oral goes on for a very long time, never at all flagging, because Derek has far too many tricks. Derek then stands up and Ben blows Derek, with great facial reaction shots from the latter. Derek throws a leg over Ben's shoulder so Ben can eat his ass. Derek then lowers himself to all-fours on the ground, poking his ass out at Ben, who naturally hunkers down and shoves his fat dick inside Derek. Ben is a most spirited fucker, a strong and powerful top who is working with a world-class bottom who allows him to do anything he wants. Ben favors a deep burrowing and that works just fine. When they switch to missionary, Ben thrusts at him even harder, Derek rock-hard while getting fucked. Derek shoots as Ben is pulling out hastily for his own blast. "Woof, daddy," Derek coos in afterglow. Indeed.
Derek passes out as soon as Ben leaves, and the next thing he knows, he's in the office of shrink Jason McCain, a handsome fellow here done up like the class nerd. Derek tells Jason that his blackouts only occur when he's sexually aroused. He can remember the guy with the tattoo fucking him "over and over ... I know it," but it's not an actual memory. Dr. McCain assures him it's a "Classic case of short-term memory loss. Yours just seems like it's triggered by sexual activity." Derek notes that "whatever it is, it's fucked up," but that he's turned on by the thought of sleazy anonymous sex he can't remember. Dr. McCain wants him in group therapy and then he touches Derek's leg, causing him to blackout, brought back to the present only when the doctor releases his leg. Pavlov's dog, only much cuter.
Now, Derek goes to the meeting with others who share his problem, a lesser director would merely show each man telling of his problem and flashing back to an episode, a rather weak way of handling this. However, Thor Stephans is far smarter than that, as you'll see. The other participants in the group are Paul Johnson, Gregg Rockwell and Sal Correlli. Gregg's problem is "prolonged penile erection" and he's even jacking off while the other guys speak. Sal's issue is that when he gets scared, he gets horny. It's "like a crazy acid trip, it's fucking far out," he tells the guys. As for Paul, he likes sex in public places, but he often can't tell whether an episode in public is a fantasy he's living or just a fantasy in his mind.
Okay, so we do get a flashback to Paul's episode, but it's so well done, you hardly notice the way it was introduced. Paul Johnson, one of the best performers to arrive on the scene in a while, looking so sensual in his short hair, piercing eyes and lots of furry touchable hair over a perfectly muscled body, goes to the dentist, where he sees this "totally hot guy" in the lobby, Jon Ashe. Paul flashes him a smile, some blue eyes, and then slithers over to him, touching himself and pulling up his shirt to tease with his chest. Wait, this is in broad daylight, the ground-floor lobby of a building. You can see people walking by. Talk about a fantasy of sex in public places, this one is the real deal! Paul does a luscious striptease for the excited Jon's benefit, his cock getting hard and his butt a thing of wonder. He goes over to brunet big-eared Jon and they play with each other a bit, Jon revealing an impossibly thick cock, beer-can big at the base. Wanton Paul bends down to suck Jon's dick, something that would choke most men, but which Paul easily deep-throats. Jon finally shirks his clothes to reveal a stacked body, the back of which is primarily covered in beautiful tattoos. As the music whirls bigger, so goes Paul, really lapping up Jon's cock in superb oral moments. Paul then rims Jon feverishly, going as deeply as he can get. Jon gets to blow Paul, which he does effortlessly, though without some of Paul's innate panache. Jon rims as well, another sumptuous ass providing another tasty meal. Both guys get some more time to suck and rim each other, with the mood climaxing so much so that Jon can hardly stand still at times. In a real match of the men, Jon fucks Paul. That thick dick is made for that welcoming bulbous ass. Jon slams at Paul with "I'm near exploding" rage and Paul is a top-notch bottom. There is a slow-motion section for a few seconds that is noteworthy for the skill with which is catches Jon's butt clenches as he thrusts at Paul. Jon works with incredible power, and when he needs a break, Paul is more than happy to back up on the cock. With Paul's legs thrown all the way back, Jon fucks him missionary next, the camera swooping in to see every inch of cock disappear. Paul has a gigantic spurt all over his furry chest and tummy and Jon follows. But wait, Paul tells the group it was only a fantasy, for he's still standing in the lobby, having cum, but never having partnered up, Jon having never appeared.
The four men leave the group, but stay to chat on the stairs. It seems that Gregg has thoughts about having Dr. McCain blow him while the doctor's wife watches. Sal has some thoughts about Jason as well, but Paul tells him to keep control over them as Jason calls Sal back to his office. The doctor gives him a package to drop off. Handsome big-jawed cutie Sal ends up in a big brick loft, empty except for a mattress in the center of the room. No one is there, and Sal gets a little freaked out. We remember that when Sal gets scared, he gets horny. He suddenly starts to hallucinate that he's on the mattress, naked -- his mind exploding with visions.
The rest of the episode is purposely jumbled to make Sal's confusion as real as possible, and it works. Sal gets naked, and suddenly the man in leather appears. We see his butt, we see his dick, we see his tattoos, even his nipples. And then his face. A face that belongs to none other than Dr. Jason. Jason is now relieved of his nerdiness, instead transformed into a very good-looking guy with great hair and a nefarious smile perfect for his role. Sal begins to blow Jason's pretty upward-curving cock. If the first scene drew its strength from Derek's far-off confusion and the second from Paul's in-the-moment bluster, this scene is notable for Sal's rabid ferocity, as if he's scaring away his frights by sexing up as much as he can. Sal literally attacks Jason's cock, a nasty pig for dick. He's fast-paced, like the cock is going to run away from him, drool running down his face and down Jason's dick, falling off his balls onto the camera. Sal is noisy, groaning and almost tearing at Jason's stomach with his nails. The mood is absolutely thrilling. The blowjob continues to be as furious as possible, with Sal not even worrying about technical matters, just sucking what he can as the character. Jason then fucks Sal, nastily telling the bottom to back up on his dick for the initial insertion. Sal continues to be the one working manically hard throughout the beginning of the fuck, keeping in the theme of Sal's obsession with sex. When Jason switches to full-top mode, he's even more forceful than Sal. He throws Sal onto his side and drills at him with a fever that is nearly impossible in that position. Sal's head whips around in an absolute frenzy, totally loving every thrust from Jason. Jason hits him with everything he has, cums on him, and leaves. A naked and confused Sal calls Paul, his performance a real winner as he babbles in fright about what he's done. Paul tells him not to tell anyone about this, especially not the doctor.
The fourth scene follows Stephans' favorite, Gregg Rockwell, his usual above-it-all attitude perfect for this role. Photographer Robert Harvey, a beefy Brit with great blond hair and a sexy body, calls Paul to tell him that Gregg is again up on his roof, working his "Energizer Bunny hardon," and that he can hardly leave him up there to take care of it himself. Paul tells him not to play with him, but of course Robert does. He sneaks up to the roof to watch Gregg beat off. Once he spots Robert, he sashays over to him so Robert can suck him off. Robert does so, more than agreeably, with a nice relaxed deep-throat. Gregg face-fucks him steadily and gently, with Robert able to take it all. This scene has a mood of simplicity to it, perhaps since Gregg's only real sexual problem is that he needs to get off a lot. They move down to the stairs and Robert continues his oral work, before Gregg takes a very brief turn blowing Robert. Robert slaps a condom on Gregg and then shoves his butt at his top. Gregg has a frisky time fucking Robert, an able fucker with the always-exciting task of watching a little guy fuck a much bigger one. Gregg has some deep thrusts, his full balls smacking hard against Robert's ass as the music apes the fuck with clanging percussion. They move to the floor where Gregg fucks Robert's very smooth hole missionary. Gregg cums quickly and then Robert has a fun splash, with Robert noting his surprise that Gregg is STILL hard after that fuck!
Derek goes to confide in Paul about another blackout episode, and about some mysterious phone calls he's been getting. He's also beginning to think there is something increasingly odd about Dr. Jason, but Paul assures him he has a plan. Derek trots off to Jason, for a one-on-one session. Derek tells him about fantasizing about Paul, but that he can't remember what happened. Jason starts to twitch bizarrely as he asks lascivious questions about what might have happened between the two of them. Derek of course baits him with sultry details that get Jason hot enough to leave the room as Derek starts to fall into one of his forgetful fits. He begins to fantasize about Jason instead, dressed in leather, those distinguishing tattoos egging him on. As Derek falls to the floor, writhing in delight, Jason changes into that leather costume, slicks out his hair, loses the glasses and becomes the sex bomb again. Derek, in an award-worthy performance, is touched by Jason and kissed by him, but still in the trance, barely able to stand up. They grope at each other, and Jason blows Derek first, just for a second, and even tongue-flicks his asshole, drooling over it appropriately. Jason turns this into a full-out assault ass-munch where he pulls at Derek's hole so hard that it stands straight out. Derek then sucks Jason, the muscles on his neck pulsing out as he stretches to gorge himself on cock. He's no longer in a haze, but completely focused on his task as he chugs down the length of Jason's shaft. Jason, in character, laughs like a bad movie villain, like he's pulling one over on Derek, but Derek is the one making the pleasure! Derek then teases Jason to fuck him, bending over the table and exposing his world-famous ass as Jason throws a leg up on the table and accepts the invitation. With a big paw sexily planted on Derek's back, Jason beautifully fucks Derek. There are some exciting full in-and-out shots, but the main theme here is lusty pounding, as if everyone is delving into deep fantasy. Derek pounds the table with his fists as Jason works him harder and harder, snarling with a fantastic rhythm going. Jason tosses Derek to the floor for the obligatory missionary fuck, the camera intent on capturing the initial penetration. Jason then bends Derek in half, faces away from him and fucks him from above. This is by far the most exciting work these two do in the scene, which makes it one of the supreme highlights. For this to be the easiest fucking position for two guys is quite amazing, since it's a dicey one. Jason drops a load on Derek's handsome hairy chest and Derek follows.
The box cover for "Sex Psycho" very sweetly asks the viewer not to reveal the surprise ending, so I shall stop here plotwise. Needless to say, it's a fun one, and it gives the lead performers a chance to nail their acting once again. Derek remains as cute as ever, Jason has a whoop of a good time and Paul shows that he's as sexy delivering lines in a shirt and jeans as he is getting fucked.
"Sex Psycho" is phenomenal. In every way, it's totally a winner. There is obvious attention to every aspect of this production, edited within an inch of its life. The scenes are luxuriously long, with not an extraneous moment to be found. The haunting music keeps the various moods alive when the performers are so into the sex that they have other things on their minds. However, the trio of lead performers are outstanding. Paul Johnson finally gets a chewy role that will hopefully catapult him into leading man status, while Jason McCain plays the heavy artfully and the sex with total passion. However, it's Derek Cameron, enjoying a second career as fruitful as the first, who owns this flick.
All of the hard work from director Thor Stephans works to make Derek's total-package performance the centerpiece of this truly special and sexy story.
A Video Review by Brent Blue
It appears that director Thor Stephans is determined to put the "cock" back in "Hitchcockian" with his latest release. Sex Psycho attempts to wed explicit gay sex with a production that frequently pays homage to the master of suspense. The result is certainly entertaining and fairly well-executed, but the plot contains little mystery, and half of the sex scenes fall curiously flat. Stephans is certainly one of the most creative directors around, but with Sex Psycho, his reach sometimes exceeds his grasp.
One of the highlights of Sex Psycho is clearly the lead performance of Derek Cameron. Long considered one of the best bottoms in the industry, Cameron exceeds expectations with a performance that combines his well-known sexual prowess with impressive acting ability. Looking particularly lean and well-muscled, Cameron also looks a bit less plucked and glossy than he does in some of his more high-sheen Falcon appearances. It's a welcome departure and allows Cameron to give what may be one the best performances of the year or possibly his career.
The story line centers on Cameron's penchant for blacking out when he is sexually aroused. He comes under the care of handsome and dark-haired Jason McCain, who urges Cameron to join a discussion group of similarly afflicted fellows who also happen to be patients of the young doctor. Many of the sex scenes revolve around the fantasies and experiences of these group members as they seek to understand their respective maladies. There is also a growing sense among the patients that something is rotten in Denmark, and their suspicions turn increasingly toward McCain.
The best scene in this imaginative video is based on group member Paul Johnson's obsession with sex in public places. He tells the assembled patients of a visit to his dentist. As he enters the glass-enclosed ground floor lobby of the building for his appointment, Johnson spies brunet and big-eared Jon Ashe in the waiting area. Johnson approaches Ashe and they hungrily begin to strip and grope each other. These two performers share a true sexual spark that happily ignites the screen. This sequence is enhanced even further by the fact that director Stephans has filmed this in a honest-to-goodness public place. As Johnson and Ashe stand naked, locking tongues and rubbing dicks, we can see numerous pedestrians strolling past the floor-to-ceiling windows of the lobby. One fellow even catches sight of the two and cranes his neck to get a clearer look. The rest of this scene grows even hotter while Johnson and Ashe alternately explore every appendage and crevice of the other. There is an especially hot moment when Johnson is so overwhelmed with the sensation of Ashe's cock up his ass that his eyes switch from tightly clenched to wide open after a particularly awesome thrust from Ashe. It's a welcome sexual moment in an otherwise plot-centered production.
The rest of the cast acquits itselves well in the acting department if not always in sexual performances. McCain handles the role of the shady therapist well, but I, for one, wasn't particularly convinced of his secret alter ego. Stephans, under the guise of Peter Goesinya, and fellow videographer Ed Maxxx, display some fancy camerawork in several unconventional locales to great effect. Rock Hard has also composed an alternately staccato and swirling score that tips its hat to Hitchcock favorite Bernard Herrmann.
Sex Psycho is certainly worth a look for the creative ways with which Stephans tries to stretch the boundaries of gay pornography. Fans of Derek Cameron also will definitely wish to add this one to their collection. And don't forget to check out the award-worthy scene between Jon Ashe and Paul Johnson. Mind-blowing stuff!
Overall, I just wish the sex had been more psycho and the psycho, well, more psychotic.
- Matthew Cronin
