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Description Starring Jason Hawke, Jim Slade, Trey Rexx, Hans Eberon, Lark Larson, Deacon Frost and Brad Benton.

Directed by Matt Sterling.


This is supposed to be the first "all Matt Sterling" production in seven years, though the venerable porn director has had a string of Eastern European successes to his name of late. I suppose this is his North American comeback, and as such his fans will not be disappointed. All the hallmarks of the director of such classics as "A Matter of Size," "Like a Horse," "Heat in The Night" and "Inch by Inch" are here -- beautiful men, exceptional close-ups, hard cocks, and virtually implausible situations which generate impossible to ignore heat.

"Feast Your Eyes" centers around Jason Hawke, the handsome, versatile and very buff jock who is probably the most visible porn actor around, driving home while chatting with his friends on his cellphone. After he hangs up, each of his friends imagines himself in a sexual situation.

First up is Jim Slade, the exceptionally handsome dynamo with a butt, body, cock and face which just won't quit. He and Jason make a date for later that evening, and then Jim dozes off, dreaming that he's a prisoner in a cell guarded by blond Norse god Trey Rexx. Slade is in tight jeans and no shirt, and Rexx is in leather harness. They tease each other through the bars, Slade offers his hole to Rexx's night stick, and after a few hard pumps and pokes, and the blond monster whips out his stupendous cock, hauls his prisoner to a table, bends him over doggy, and starts to fuck the living daylights out of him. The performance by each of them is sensational. Trey Rexx shows his power as a top like never before, and that could be because in Jim Slade the porn business has an unquestionable new power bottom. He gags, he yells, he begs, he pushes his hole to meet the cock -- Jim Slade is the man you want to wake up next to each morning with your dick up his ass. After a severe doggy-pounding, he spins around and gives Trey a super blowjob (prompting the blond god to lean over and kiss him deeply at one point), taking the long pole down to the roots before Trey lifts him atop the table and fucks him missionary-style with wild abandon. Their mutual cum-shot, straddling the table facing each other, is anti-climactic, and in fact has a wispy touch of boyish innocence about it. After this fuckfest, it is difficult to imagine how cumming could be so much more exciting.

Jason gets his friend Dante Foxx on the cell, and the sultry, exotic Dante is already up to no good, cruising Deacon Frost on the boardwalk at a beach. The two repair to a bedroom, where the sparks start to fly as fast as their respective cocks push against their tight briefs. Deacon is a cross between porn stars Vince Rockland and Tuck Johnson, and his paler body makes a perfect contrast to the tanned and more robust -- but not overly buffed -- Dante, who is a dead-ringer for "Friends" star Matt LeBlanc. They kiss, fondle, and lick before Deacon works his way down to Dante's briefs and proceeds to give one of the most enthusiastic through-the-briefs blowjobs in porn history. This guy does everything with Dante's cock without springing it from the clutches of the cloth until Deacon can no longer take it and plunges down on the howitzer which forces its way out. This is such a great blowjob that Dante seems compelled to top it, and when he winds up between Deacon's thighs, he gives it a great try, but falls just short of matching his bedmate's gusto, though Deacon does show how much satisfaction he is getting with a great litany of trash-talk. No matter. It's Dante who gets the pleasure of shoving his long fat dick up Deacon's butthole, doggy-style, over the edge of the bed. Here we have a quibble because, like he did so often in the past, Sterling's edit, from blowjob to fuck, has no segue -- it's just suck and then a harsh fuck jolt, no lead-up, no foreplay. But, that's okay, because you do revel in the fact that these guys are enjoying themselves immensely, right down to the cum-shot they throw nearly simultaneously while they are balls-ass-to-balls-ass on the bed.

Jason pulls his SUV into a gas station where the increasingly popular Brad Benton is there to pump the fuel, and to pump Jason's imagination. Wearing the same sexy baseball cap he wore in his memorable scene in "Colton" (All Worlds), Brad lingers over his pumping and window-washing tasks, cruising Jason back as strongly as Jason is mentally undressing the tall, hard-bodied preppy. Jason gives him a tip, and his card, and asks him to call, and you know this is going to be one hell of a closing scene.

But first, Jason goes home to "warm up" by stripping and putting a porn video into his VCR. The scene which evolves shows Lark Larson, a graduate of the Dirk Yates School of slim, hard, big-dicked military ensemble, going up to the gates of the San Vincente Inn, a gay hotel. Larson, who resembles a skater more than a soldier, is sucking on the remnants of a joint, but up on the balcony is Hans Ebson (billed as Hans Eberon in this flick), dressed only in boxer briefs, looking like he wants to suck on Lark instead. He comes down the stairs, takes a toke, and the two head inside to Hans' room, where we find Lark chowing down on Hans' pecker. Lark is one of the prettiest baby-faced jarheads you will ever see, beautiful blue eyes, pug nose, pink cheeks, black hair and luscious lips that were made to suck cock. He is also one of the better cocksucking post-twinks to have entered the porn industry of late. He almost brings tears to Hans' eyes with a masterly oral examination of the promising bulge in those boxer briefs, but unlike Deacon in the previous scene, he has no patience, and merely wants to feel the warm, wet cockflesh in his mouth even before he undresses. This is a loving blowjob, licking, kissing, deep-throating, which is brilliantly shot in close-up, all while Lark is finger-fucking Hans' delicious hole. When Hans finally gets his mouth around Lark's tool, we have another stark contrast -- this boy's schlong looks as long as his forearm, curves upward and to the left, and gives Hans all he can handle in the gobble department. You can imagine, then, how it must have felt to be porked by this cock, which is what happens next in another short edit, as Lark pumps Hans doggy-style until he pulls out and creams all over his butt. He then pulls Hans back into his arms and lap and waits for him to cum, and the fade out of the two baby-faced sex fiends rubbing each other's cheeks is cute, to say the least.

All this has gotten Jason worked up as he strokes his cock through his jeans -- and then the phone rings. It's gas jockey Brad, on his way over. Jason quickly cleans up, and when he opens the door, the electricity is apparent at once -- a couple of words, and then their lips are locked. Brad and Jason make their way up the stairs lip-locked while stripping each other in a fit of passion which is totally believable given the fact that opposites can attract that way. The European accented Jason, with a jock persona, and the taller, lanky, tanned blond preppy Brad, look like they could have met at an off-campus bar in New Haven or Los Angeles. By the time they make it to the bed, they are in full throttle, finger-fucking each other through the cotton of their briefs until Jason can no longer wait to get his mouth around Brad's thick, long tool. He gives a full-throated blowjob (he is one of the best of the newer generation in that respect) and then waits as Brad returns the favor, drawing him into a brief 69 on the bed. Jason pulls Brad out to the deck, where each gives the other a kneeling blowjob before Brad takes Jason back to the bed, bends him down and plows him doggy-style for a long time. Then the movie's only flip-flop comes as Jason plows missionary-style into Brad, fucking the cum out of him before pulling out of his ass and matching the creamy wad all over his trick's abs.

Matt Sterling has done an exemplary job here of putting four completely believable and compatible couples together for sex-play which is different in each scene. The first time I saw the flick, I wondered whether or not it might be a bit too perfunctory, because it seemed to remind me of the basic Sterling formula of the 80s. But after seeing it again, I'm convinced Matt Sterling hasn't lost his touch, and even if it is a bit jolting to have those fucking scenes suddenly crop up, the beauty of the men, and the sheer enjoyment they show playing with each other, overcomes that completely.


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