Review

I’ve wondered exactly which pin-prick sized former Republic of the Soviet Union has these porno-flicks as their gross national product. Because they keep getting churned out. High Octane, Pacific Sun, Jet Set, Bel Ami, etc.

A bit risky to base an entire country’s economic structure on the sucky-fucky antics of thirty interchangeable guys who only ever get to see the light of day whilst filming, spending the rest of the year stored in an old warehouse, disassembled and flat-packed.

This is another of High Octane’s high quality productions. You'll spot faves, especially if you've sat through Pool Party, Commandos and Medic Men. According to the press notes we're asked "can you imagine a more fantasy-fulfilling job than photographing male models?" Well yes, you could have sex with chickens or paint suspension bridges. Because as far as I'm concerned the only photo-related porn worth its salt is Cadinot's Full Exposure, and I'll accept no substitute.

But if I'm being pedantic I’ll say it's ok to watch this because they're all equipped with video cameras. (Most of the guys need some direction when it comes to handling their prop cameras though. At least point the thing at the model, not their feet!)

Crash bang into the opening as photographer Bajital (how much would that get you in a scrabble game?) snaps horned-up couple Zaftos and young spunky Sakk. The two can’t keep their hands off each other, stripping and smooching on the couch, letting both photographer and us at home get totally aroused. Out comes the first of many uncut “Best In Shows” as Zaftos dives down for a taste of some Eurocock. Tired by his total lack of photographic talents Bajital decides he too needs to get “over-exposed” - commission and career be damned! Unbuckling his jeans and freeing his baby-maker, he feeds it to Sakk, who happily gets it stiffer and wetter for the appreciative former lensman, whose complete body-shave and bushy eyebrows are a bit unusual.

Floodgates opened, Sakk fucks Zaftos' manhole (easy on the excitable zombie groans guys) whilst the bottom boy samples Bajital's baguette. Zaftos is a greedy guy though, deciding he wants him up his ass too, straddling the tanned twink, leaving his big cock free for the oral attentions of Sakk. One powerfuck later and it's Bajital on the receiving end of Sakk's stick-shift, writhing with intense joy and passion. Never one to be left out, Zaftos has a turn plugging Bajital's vagitel, as Eyebrow Boy bounces himself to orgasm space-hopper style, all in wonderful low angles that make their big cocks look bigger. (As usual with High Octane, great camerawork, nasty sofas. I mean, Lime Green?)

The next scene sees cover-star Labda, a blonde hunk with an ass-eating smile, being filmed by Fele, one of the most easily identifiable prolific performers this region has produced. Fele zooms in as Labda caresses his gym-toned body and tent-poled trousers, slowly stripping for our horny cameraman, who struggles to balance desire with professionalism. That soon goes out the window as Labda sits naked, working his supermodel strudel.

Down goes both the camera and the cameraman, as Fele can resist no longer (the suspense was killing me). Fele takes his time getting his model's cock dripping with saliva, whilst his own impressive pillar gets a foot-massage! Totally hot to watch, but I worried about ringworm transmission. [The footwank on show got me thinking how great it would be if we had opposable feet like chimps. Imagine the possibilities! Oh well, guess that's why those dumb-fucks are endangered and we drive SUVs to supermarkets.] Fele looks ripe as his inner sanctum is pummeled by Labda's lovegun, as an energetic fuckfest ensues, both parties emitting bestial grunts that could scatter wildebeests on the Serengeti. Spooge ahoy!

It gets even hotter next (yes!) as cute photographer Abban films whilst his four models - muscled Jarkal, dark stud Sanjal, frisky goateed Nadas and dirty blonde Nadir - get off on their collective exhibitionism. You'd better hope Abban hasn’t bitten off more than he can chew as they guys can’t wait to show off more and more flesh to the camera's probing lens. The models start frenching passionately and Abban tries his hardest to keep the action in crisp close-up before succumbing to sins of the flesh too; the sight of Nadas sucking Sanjal whilst Nadir and Jarkal follow their lead nearby.

This is the straw that breaks the sex starved camel’s back and Abban unbuckles, knocking Nadir off the muscle-stud’s love muscle and taking over slurp-detail. Nadir’s not one to be dismissed so easily and takes turns feeding his massive tool to both couples. And then the fucking starts and never seems to stop in the best sequence of the entire video. It starts with Sanjal pumping Nadas whilst Jarkal bashes Abban's ass but descends into an all-powerful orgy of such intense carnality it'll blow you out of your seat. Sensory overload is too small a word for it!

Older muscled Modod, clad just in white shorts, films Galamb as he takes a shower. The water isn’t the only hot thing in the room and pretty soon Modod has climbed into the cubicle to join the fit stud. His wet white shorts go transparent, revealing a teasing glimpse of a cock that's exposed in all its glory moments later. Each samples the other orally before Modod takes full advantage of his senior-status and gets Galamb bouncing up and down on his dong. Out of the shower and all over the bathroom, the couple perform a fuck-dance that never seems to stop.

Our final port of call is a red-walled lounge, Sarlo relaxing on the chair whilst Kabat captures his image on tape. Sarlo's got the horny-bug though and uses his body to tempt his shy friend. Before things develop we get the first of a series of cross-cuts to another location, hunky Bajusz performing a solo that begins as he strips and jerks for the camera.

Back in the red room Sarlo has succeeded in seducing Kabat, who strips off and joins him on the sofa. Sarlo inhales the stud’s cock, deepthroating the hunk who can’t wait to reciprocate, and we are treated to more of Bajusz spanking his monkey. How are the two connected? It's not the same room: one's a red studio apartment, the other a pale blue attic loft. (Hmm. Maybe they live in an Escher engraving?) Once we've seen Bajusz's ball-juice we finish with Sarlo having a whale of a time receiving the anal attentions of jackhammering Kabat whose energy drives both to a creamy climax.

Male Watch may not be the most memorable, but it’s unquestionably well made by the sort of professionals who know to never put the camera down when the guys get hot.

 -- Froufrou A. Gogo