If you're going to stage a comeback, there are worse ways to do it than in a 3-story beach house in Santa Monica, Calif., filled with some of the hottest twinks in the industry. So that's exactly what director-writer Jim Steel and producer Bob East did with their first film under the Odyssey Men label in five years, Jim Steel's Beach House Diaries.
I got to the set a little early so I walked in on a scene on the second floor that was already underway. Furry-chested Cole Ryan was fucking brunet hottie Brad Benton on a chaise longue with the Pacific Ocean beckoning through the windows. Among a flurry of moans loud enough to bring the neighbors running, Benton thinks he can come without touching himself because he's so turned on by the fucking he's getting while straddling Cole's cock. Alas, the pounding his prostate is taking doesn't do the trick, and he has to stroke himself off, shooting his seed onto Ryan's chest.
After getting reaction shots to his creamy orgasm from both models, it's Ryan's turn to shoot. Benton gets on his knees in front of him so the sperm will hit him right on the chest, and when Ryan finally comes, he shoots an enormous load that drenches Benton. The hotness doesn't stop there as they then head off to shower. And despite the fact that they're not getting it on, it's still electric that they're cleaning off together.
The cast and crew break for a gourmet (by porn-set standards) lunch of roast beef, chicken, potato salad, and Caesar salad prepared by director Steele himself in the wee hours the night before. Benton, an ebullient beauty, introduces himself to me before we realize we have a mutual friend. He has the energy and warmth of a puppy, and he's sharp as a whip.
There's not much time to rest, though, as it's supposed to rain in sunny SoCal the following day and there is plenty of B roll to be shot before the next sex scene: a sizzling three-way between Brazilian stud Romario, tight, tan Tory Mason, and long, lean Brant Moore.
The premise of the film has Cole and Benton having the other models (the others: Luca Alexander, Barrett Long, Jesse Santana, Christian Owen, and John Wright) over to visit them at their beach house. And, of course, when there's a group of horny young men in scanty clothing, sexual high jinks ensue in short order. So Steel and cameraman Brad Austin — the former director — get shots of the guys frolicking on the beach and by the pool (which leads to some partial hand and blow jobs, not because they're in the script, but because it's fun, the beach is a little chilly today, and, well, who wouldn't want to?) and some of muscle man Romario posing on a balcony.
Once the B roll is shot, we head upstairs to a bedroom overlooking the sea with lots of windows and mirrors and sheer white curtains billowing in the breeze. Mason, a heart-breakingly beautiful blue-eyed blond, Moore, a thin, pretty brunet, and Romario, a beefy nontwink, get together on the bed. Romario warns the other two that he has a super-sensitive ballsac and nipples before Mason and Moore climb up the big Brazilian's body and share his dick, with Moore getting a lot of deep-throating in. He swallows Romario's meaty cock down his slender throat like it's nothing.
Romario then fucks Moore doggy style while Moore rims Brant who is on his back, legs in the air. There's something hot about a big muscle stud fucking a twink who appears to be a third his size. It must have worked for Mason too, because he was enjoying the pounding his ass was taking so much he couldn't concentrate on rimming Moore's tight, delectable ass. You know Romario's good if he can keep a stud's tongue away from a hole like that.
See for yourself when Jim Steel's Beach House Diaries hits the street July 24.
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