Since the early days of AVN, we've been whining that the black market has yet to be consistently and properly served. Finally, along comes strong product like Black Cheerleaders Search, My Baby Got Back, Sugar Walls and this Jake Steed title, lovingly crafted by Afro-Americans specifically to appeal to their own niche. It begs the question do a bunch of middle-aged white boys from Philly have the right to criticize what we've been screaming for all along?

Well, yeah. That's our job. We can at least say with certainty that the appeal of these tapes is going to be limited to said black audience as long as they hip-hop slang, the extraneous ad-libbing, and clowning for the camera. the rapping? Enough already! Jake opens up with a five minute ego-massaging number all about his wild sexploits guaranteed to drive any sane person to their remote control. Porn needs another rapper wannabe like the world needs a Fred Travelena imitator.

There, we got it off our chest. The logical rebuttal is, all this black-oriented material is going to appeal to the target audience —so we should just shut the fuck up and talk about the sex. Fair enough. We like Jake Steed, we like his sex scenes, and we generally like the babes he bangs. Slim and enthusiastic Ebony sets the pace of the vid with a lusty fuck after Jake picks her up on the streets. (Did we mention that these cruisin' in da hood scenarios are getting really old? Oops.) Retailers should be advised that Eboni tokes up before she pokes up —not that we care, but some counties don't like mixing weed and sex, go figure.

A lengthy crib party in NYC follows, featuring a few girls who tease the men and eventually get paid to hone the bone. The sequence has a natural, "you are there" feel to it. Subsequently Jake just sort of bangs around with a spate of choco-honies in various motel room encounters. the action is all hot, but those claustrophobic locations get awfully tiresome! (Perhaps some anal action would've distracted us, but no bootie is breached in Jake's vid —perhaps the most serious criticism we can level at it.)

Mocha, a pretty young thing (now on contract at Video Team) takes on both Jake and T.T. Boy in back-to-back bathroom trysts. This gal loves a standing poke, which our gymnastic studs are more than able to provide. If the sex has any drawbacks it's the pop shots. Sure, they're nice 'n' juicy... the problem is the staged effect, with the girls smiling like they were in a "Got milk?" ad instead of participating in the organic continuity of a real sex scene. Would anyone but picky old white farts from Philly care? Probably not.