Review

The folks at Falcon have gone all out and secured an actual passenger jet (and, by necessity, a full-scale mock-up of said passenger jet for the staging of the requisite raunchy bits that would never be permitted on a real commercial airliner). Whether you’re a member of the “mile high club” or have fantasized about mid-air trickery, the buffed bodacious bucks herein will have you in perpetual “liftoff” mode for a thoroughly turbulent flight.

Corbin Michaels and Bobby Williams
earn their "Mile High Club" wings.

Hunky, aptly named Jason Adonis is at home, getting duded up in his pilot’s uniform when live-in lover Ethan Marc persuades Jason to get naked and joust Ethan orally and rectally with his plump cock. Both dudes are tight, muscular and baby-smooth and they gush a splashy twin river of man milk.

Somewhere over the pond, you’ll gape in cock-throbbing wonder as two fabulously gym-cut frat-boy types (Falcon Exclusive Bobby Williams and Corbin Michaels) commandeer what appears to be the only lavatory onboard and get busy “getting their wings” – i.e., sucking and fucking each other in turn. I realize that they’re bumping and fucking in a secure “set” and not in an actual airplane lavatory, but mockup or not, it’s a feat of logistics and choreography that both sweaty sex pups and the unseen cameraman were able to fit inside, let alone maneuver to provide such fetching angles.

With the lights dimmed for nighttime and the entire cabin otherwise asleep, two blonde boy-toy surfer punk types (Tristan Adonis – Jason’s brother – and Nate Alexander) whip out their surprisingly plump pricks and stroke them off for each other, all while the girl seated between them in the same row is conveniently asleep.

Nate Alexander does the unthinkable by jacking off Tristan Adonis, as Tristan's unsuspecting girlfriend (Ashley Long) soundly sleeps.

Fantasy is strained when one punk props himself up on the arm rests, leaning over the sleeping chick’s lap so that his throat can get a better reach and angle down on the other punk’s raised cock. I’m not the only one who thinks it’s just a tad too implausible that she’d remain asleep, though the model earns props for keeping a straight face while sitting smack in the middle of such a luscious tangle of boy flesh. Yet just a few glimpses of wanking passengers/espiers might’ve leant this sequence a smidgeon of credibility – I’d surely notice if the hot naked dude in Row 19 with his furry ass cheeks spread wide was receiving a sloppy tongue shellacking from his hot naked buddy. And surely the boy’s firm cock-thrust up the other boy’s tight pucker hole would not have escaped my attention.

Next thing we know, we’re in London. Yes, Falcon totally splurged on a real location shoot, so we’re treated to actual British atmosphere. After some brief sight-seeing, we make a beeline to a seedy underground sex club, the setting for a marathon cock-wagging, throat-plugging, ass-jamming, cum-soaked finale.

First up is a sizzling sequence as Matthew Rush and Troy Punk deep-gag on each other’s throbbing rods, before Rush eats then plows Punk’s poke hole on one of the club's metal staircases.

Upstairs, wandering Josh Weston happens upon a Latino flavored suck job, already in progress: scruffy hunk Jean Franko is getting his fat uncut trouser snake swallowed by Falcon Exclusive Dean Monroe. (Call me crazy or horny or both, but I swear I detect a bit of a Colin Farrell vibe from Dean that’ll surely help him shoot far.)

Troy Punk rides both the stairs and Matthew Rush.

Chiseled man hunk Arpad Miklos sidles up and jams his impressive bone into Dean’s eager throat just as smooth boy hunk Brad Patton appears wearing a leather harness and unleashes his own mighty-thick hooded anaconda. Soon, Dean’s servicing two man-sized dicks simultaneously while Jean returns sloppy blowjob favors to Dean.

Once Arpad and Brad take turns tongue-caressing Dean’s recently shaved rosebud, you just know it’s only a matter of moments before his pert pucker hole gets plucked by all three hunks in a delirious gang bang… one that escalates into an intense sphincter-stretching double anal penetration that had me grunting as audibly as daring Dean. The messy splatters of cum that get shot all over Dean’s face and torso are all well-earned trophies of his sexual prowess.

The debauchery ends on a cliffhanger, as sensitive trolly dolly Josh Weston, fretting over his absent lover back home, bumps into co-pilot Jason Adonis. Despite much awkwardness and protestations of their mutual lovers back Stateside, they lean in for a forbidden kiss.

Gad-zooks! Pristine production values, an impressive jetliner set, London locales and lip-smacking hotties with nothing but sex on their filthy little minds provide for a memorable trip. The DVD’s extra features include two slideshow galleries and a deleted 20-minute sequence shot in the sex club.

To Be Continued...

Taking Flight Part 2 (Falcon Pac 155)
Review written by Beef Stroganoff:
So let’s get back to that seedy underground London sex club, where Falcon Exclusive Josh Weston and Jason Adonis have a much-lusted-after go at each other. Off come the tight jeans, out pop the bulging boners, and into their mouths they both go. Passionate sixty-nine cock-swallowing and ass-slurping ensues, and Jason gives Josh a commanding poke to remember.

As Jason and Josh depart the club, they pass six sexy street punks on their way to an underground orgy, a scene that explodes with tight flesh, engorged man meat, savory pucker holes and juicy cum spurts - more than enough group action to satisfy even the most insatiable porn dog.

Suit 'n tie fans will cream as co-pilot Gus Mattox joins
the Mile High Club, courtesy of navigator Kent Larson.

Back aboard Falcon Air, exhausted Jason begs his captain (Falcon Exclusive Gus Mattox) for a break. Gus is all too happy to oblige, as he switches on the auto-pilot and whips out his captain-sized cock for navigator Kent Larson to choke on. Gus sucks on his navigator’s rod, too, then on the undulating peach-fuzz pit at the center of his smooth spread-wide ass cheeks. Captain Gus then throttles his rock-hard tool deep into Kent’s quivering man pussy.

Amply hung gush monster Spike makes a cameo appearance as a particularly randy passenger whose mid-flight wanking off offends another rider, Rob Romoni. Rob tries to complain to air whore Matthew Rush but before he knows it, Matthew’s down on his knees shining Rob’s rigid up-curved fuck stick. Rob deep-gags on Mathew’s fattie, too, then they eat each other’s holes before Matthew exquisitely ass-rams Rob propped up against the flight attendant service station.

But wait! Just when you think Matthew’s about to bust a splattery nut, Rob stops him, spins him ’round, bends him over and bare grinds his ass crack. Then, in the sizzling throes of passion, Rush gasps the four magic words fans have been waiting and begging for: “Fuck my hole, yeah!” That’s right, Mr. Rush takes it up the bum good and proper for the first time on camera, and just so you know the intensity and combustibility between Rush and Romoni is genuine, they were real-life lovers before and during the shoot. Alas, it’s a good bet this will be the only time you’ll get to see Rob tapping Matthew’s bubble booty, as they’ve since split up.

Falcon history is made as Matthew Rush
bottoms on-camera for the first time ever.

Finally, back home, there’s a tender loving climax between Josh and scruffy daddy stud Collin O’Neal, who practically licks then slam-fucks Josh’s tight puckering hole into the next time zone.

All of these sexcapades are staged and filmed with a stylish eye, and the boys and men are a dream team of well hung and perpetually horned-up hotties. The DVD extras include two slide show galleries and a half-hour behind-the-scenes featurette.