Lap It Up Review
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Studio: IMD
Category: Gay
Directed by: Blade Thompson
Starring: Mike Vespa, Steve Pierce, Josh Evers, Michael Vista, Hank Hightower, Mason Flynt, Robert Kirk, Marcus Day
Released on: 7/28/2001
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Reviewed by TouchDown Tony on 8/14/2001
Lap It Up
Directed by Blade Thompson
Starring Mason Flynt, Hank Hightower, Steve Pierce, Michael Vista, Mike Vespa, Rob Kirk, Josh Evers, Marcus Day, Blade Thompson.
1 hour, 20 minutes
Music by Sharon Kane
Blade Thompson steps out in front of the camera as well as behind to deliver, and introduce us to eight men who love to Lap It Up, the “IT” of course being that seminal fluid commonly called cum. Before anyone goes off their nut about swallowing in this day and age, relax: these guys starvingly swallow their own sweet nectar. That’s the concept for four scenes, not to mention a nicely photographed wraparound sequence starring Thompson, who also laps it up.
Fans with a foot fetish will adore Blade’s initial appearance as his right foot is proudly spread out in front of him as he reclines in an immense chair sporting his white terry-sloth robe. Blade then tells us, in his best “come hither” tone, what we’re in for with the following four scenes.
A pick-up on a city street segues to a spiral staircase of desire for Rob Kirk and Marcus Day. Now, Day is a bit on the twink side, and Kirk does his best at playing streetwise, but they manage to turn each other on readily. Thompson’s choice of location, and the problematic filming on a spiral staircase entails, works out well with strategic camera angles. The scene’s highlight, of course, is the cum munching. Kirk blows his load all over Day’s dick, then proceeds to lick it clean.
Two Mikes (Michael Vista and Mike Vespa) playact as chauffeur and master in my choice for the best out of the four scenes. Vista is a hot little number with a cute little butt that I wouldn’t mind cuddling up to. Vespa does daddy-type quite well. It’s interesting to see the double role playing going on: Vista being the boss, but bottom; Vespa being the daddy and servant. I’m sure that there’s something existential about this arrangement, but this is not the time or place to pull out the Sartre. When Vespa prepares to ball-slap Vista, his tongue completely disappears into Vista’s pretty little port of call. Vespa’s cunning linguistic skills are displayed again after the hot fucking, as he gingerly cleans up Vista’s belly. Vista wanks himself to climax, and yes, he swallows, too.
Hank Hightower’s motorcycle makes do for a little b & d action with Josh Evers. Evers is, to say the least, a bean-pole. Tall and cute, but skinny as hell, and partnering him with Hightower certainly wasn’t an inspired piece of casting. Hank has always been one of my favorite guys, he’s versatile and he’s always enjoying himself. Lately it would seem he’s been enjoying himself at those “all you can eat” buffet lines, not that there’s anything wrong with that, it’s just that Mr. H. is starting to show a little bit of paunch. On him it looks good except when his partner is as reed-thin as Evers. Hightower’s dirty talk is fun, though.
Finally, cover guy, the manly Mason Flynt (as rugged as the day is long) and sensitive-eyed Steve Pierce jazz it up in the jacuzzi. Some unintentional humor arises when Flynt announces that the hot water has given him a hardon, and Pierce asks to see it - - as if Pierce’s mouth has the eyes!
(Also during this scene, you can hear sideline comments from director Thompson.) A lot of twisted talking goes on through the scene, so if you like very vocal sexual activity, this scene has it.
The water ain’t the only thing splashing in this tub, Mason’s money shot nearly envelops Evers’ arched back, which of course is cleansed by Mason’s willing tongue.
Back to Blade who works his thick, juicy slab to a climax that shoots up onto his pecs. With a wink and a line delivery that rings false, Blade makes sure that his fingers are no longer sticky.
Lap it Up is finally, only an average movie, accompanied by the usual “special features”associated with Street Corner Productions: a well balanced Dolby Digital soundtrack, which contains one of the best Sharon Kane scores I’ve heard, a full-motion cum-shot gallery, the DVD Release trailers for Lap it Up, Blade’s Real World, When the Wife’s Away, Hustler Club, and Street Hustler, as well as a slide show featuring twenty nicely posed photos. Blade Thompson has assembled quite a diverse cast, and he uses his directorial skills well, one can only hope that next time around everything will come together for a five-star feature.
Directed by Blade Thompson
Starring Mason Flynt, Hank Hightower, Steve Pierce, Michael Vista, Mike Vespa, Rob Kirk, Josh Evers, Marcus Day, Blade Thompson.
1 hour, 20 minutes
Music by Sharon Kane
Blade Thompson steps out in front of the camera as well as behind to deliver, and introduce us to eight men who love to Lap It Up, the “IT” of course being that seminal fluid commonly called cum. Before anyone goes off their nut about swallowing in this day and age, relax: these guys starvingly swallow their own sweet nectar. That’s the concept for four scenes, not to mention a nicely photographed wraparound sequence starring Thompson, who also laps it up.
Fans with a foot fetish will adore Blade’s initial appearance as his right foot is proudly spread out in front of him as he reclines in an immense chair sporting his white terry-sloth robe. Blade then tells us, in his best “come hither” tone, what we’re in for with the following four scenes.
A pick-up on a city street segues to a spiral staircase of desire for Rob Kirk and Marcus Day. Now, Day is a bit on the twink side, and Kirk does his best at playing streetwise, but they manage to turn each other on readily. Thompson’s choice of location, and the problematic filming on a spiral staircase entails, works out well with strategic camera angles. The scene’s highlight, of course, is the cum munching. Kirk blows his load all over Day’s dick, then proceeds to lick it clean.
Two Mikes (Michael Vista and Mike Vespa) playact as chauffeur and master in my choice for the best out of the four scenes. Vista is a hot little number with a cute little butt that I wouldn’t mind cuddling up to. Vespa does daddy-type quite well. It’s interesting to see the double role playing going on: Vista being the boss, but bottom; Vespa being the daddy and servant. I’m sure that there’s something existential about this arrangement, but this is not the time or place to pull out the Sartre. When Vespa prepares to ball-slap Vista, his tongue completely disappears into Vista’s pretty little port of call. Vespa’s cunning linguistic skills are displayed again after the hot fucking, as he gingerly cleans up Vista’s belly. Vista wanks himself to climax, and yes, he swallows, too.
Hank Hightower’s motorcycle makes do for a little b & d action with Josh Evers. Evers is, to say the least, a bean-pole. Tall and cute, but skinny as hell, and partnering him with Hightower certainly wasn’t an inspired piece of casting. Hank has always been one of my favorite guys, he’s versatile and he’s always enjoying himself. Lately it would seem he’s been enjoying himself at those “all you can eat” buffet lines, not that there’s anything wrong with that, it’s just that Mr. H. is starting to show a little bit of paunch. On him it looks good except when his partner is as reed-thin as Evers. Hightower’s dirty talk is fun, though.
Finally, cover guy, the manly Mason Flynt (as rugged as the day is long) and sensitive-eyed Steve Pierce jazz it up in the jacuzzi. Some unintentional humor arises when Flynt announces that the hot water has given him a hardon, and Pierce asks to see it - - as if Pierce’s mouth has the eyes!
(Also during this scene, you can hear sideline comments from director Thompson.) A lot of twisted talking goes on through the scene, so if you like very vocal sexual activity, this scene has it.
The water ain’t the only thing splashing in this tub, Mason’s money shot nearly envelops Evers’ arched back, which of course is cleansed by Mason’s willing tongue.
Back to Blade who works his thick, juicy slab to a climax that shoots up onto his pecs. With a wink and a line delivery that rings false, Blade makes sure that his fingers are no longer sticky.
Lap it Up is finally, only an average movie, accompanied by the usual “special features”associated with Street Corner Productions: a well balanced Dolby Digital soundtrack, which contains one of the best Sharon Kane scores I’ve heard, a full-motion cum-shot gallery, the DVD Release trailers for Lap it Up, Blade’s Real World, When the Wife’s Away, Hustler Club, and Street Hustler, as well as a slide show featuring twenty nicely posed photos. Blade Thompson has assembled quite a diverse cast, and he uses his directorial skills well, one can only hope that next time around everything will come together for a five-star feature.
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