|Description||"When moments in time are gone forever..." Forget the rather weak box art. This romantic, sex-splashed, story-driven fuck-fest features one of the years best deep-throating and underwear playing scenes. Echoes is another winner for Miss LaRue.
Rife with story and a cast that never seems to end, Chi Chi LaRue seems a teeny bit over her perfectly coifed head with this one. Written by Jordan Young (who needs to get back in front of the camera, pronto!) the story is one of love centering on Tony Donovan and Nick Yeager. Seems Yeager is the "dearly departed" of Donovan (quite the naïve cutie). Donovan is confused by the circumstances surrounding their late, lamented relationship.
Both open the flick with a hearty, romantic romp. As a performer, Donovan never ceases to amaze: with his doughy baby-face, two-day growth on his chin, and cock that needs its own zip code, hes just too cute. Predictably he tops Yeager, but the foreplay at the beginning of their encounter (when they are rolling around in their tight white briefs) is almost as hot as the ultimate fuck!
Sharon Kane serves as the requisite fag-hag slash clairvoyant (oh, and she sings as well... go figure). She has a party that includes much of the cast (and some uncredited but recognizable porn stars) and begs Donovan to come over and get on with his life. After some coercion he does just that. Once Donovan arrives Kane quickly gives him a reading and mayhem ensues: he begins to have nightmares about his relationship with Yeager.
Friends drop hints to Donovan that maybe things werent all that perfect when Yeager was alive. It seems Yeager liked to bring strangers home to the couples basement while his lover was asleep upstairs. We get to witness one such encounter where he is tied up and worked over. This scene sizzles as Jeremy Tucker (who seems to be like the proverbial bad penny these days) is simply scorching as an aggressive trick.
Another hot encounter takes place in Mr. Donovans dream state. He finds himself in a gym where all of the other men are working on one another, as opposed to working out. He watches for a bit, but then retires to the locker room. Once there he is attacked by three dudes wearing hockey gear who work him over but good. Sexy kissing through the face-masks pepper the gritty scene.
The super yummy Michael Lance appears as a straight man that Kane is hypnotizing. Buff beyond belief, pierced, tattooed, with shaved head and sexy gap between his front teeth, he just may be the find of the decade. Kane hypnotizes him into wanting a blowjob from a dude (of course she does). He commands his worshipper to play with his ass and eat it before shooting a nice creamy load. Lance should be shooting straight to the top; cant wait to see him fuck some twink with his thick pole!
The story careens (insert music video here) to a romantic liaison between Donovan and Dylan Reece (credited as Dillion Pierce for some reason). Reece has a pliable hole that Donovan is only too willing to work over, first with most of his fist, then with his obnoxiously huge uncut tool. This scene, like the others, is very hot and worth waiting for.
To his credit, LaRue does very well with an extremely large cast, doing a nice job of mixing it up between porn vets (Johnson, Cooper), newbies such as Hunter and the delicious (make that the delicious) Lance, and all of the other guys in-between. Chalk the fan-favorite Echoes up as another major triumph for director LaRue.
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