Mentor, The (Pacific Sun) Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  2/8/2003

I had just put a new DVD into the player, and then did something I had never done before. I decided to watch the extras first. In doing this, one of the previews was for THE MENTOR a film I had had sitting on the shelf unseen for months. One of the scenes—the one with Frank Taylor getting boffed by Patrick Ives—caused my, uh, interest to rise. There was nothing for it but to pop out the DVD in the player, pop in THE MENTOR and pop out my…never mind.

As one can tell by the title and by the pairing of a young guy with an older one in each of the scenes, the older guy is to teach the younger one something about life or sports, but always about sex.

The first up is Mark Masson to instruct Peter Wilder. They are the only two diners in a fancy restaurant. The unshaven Mark looks too disreputable to be dinning in style. There are scraggly hairs clumped on his face that look like spiders fucking. Obviously appearance and personal hygiene are not part of the lesson. Instead he is teaching Peter about manners and is correcting his English. This latter making him somewhat of a prick. And speaking of pricks, Mark has a nice one—long with a downward arch. Peter, a handsome young man, gets a lesson in cocksucking (even though he is better at it than his teacher) and eventually takes Mark’s curvature up the rump. The fact that this was a good scene can be seen in the fact that I didn’t mind it keeping me from the scene I was waiting to see.
Hooray! There were Patrick and Frank in the very next scene. Patrick, as Frank’s boxing coach, is seen sparring with the sexy youngster. God, is Frank sexy: slender with a swimmer’s physique, close-cropped hair, and an attractive face. After Frank lands a pretty good punch, they move over to a blanket and begin another kind of sparring. Patrick is beefy, beary, and beardy. He is not one to interest me in the least. And yet, here he gives the scene a beauty-and-the-beast quality that makes it the scorcher it is. If Frank will make it with this guy, the viewer thinks, he would make it with me. And he sure seems to love sucking on Patrick’s purple peter. Frank maintains a real stiffy throughout and Patrick is more than happy to sample it. Patrick is also more than happy to eat out Frank’s delectable bum prior to slipping him the purple penis in several positions. It was a scene that more than lived up to my high expectations and will definitely be one that I return to many, many times.

There is a neat segue into the next scene as Alex Wilcox has been showing the preceding scene to a porn star wannabe, Emilio Sands. (Of course Emilio has done more porn scenes than I’ve done breakfasts, but it’s pretend, folks.) Alex now decides to give Emilio a little practical lesson and we see the two stark naked on a couch as they start to go to it. Now I really expected a let down after the previous scene, but these two guys are among my favorite performers so I was back up and at it. Alex always makes me think of type casting for the captain of the high school football team. He has a great build, and the fact that his face is pocked with acne scars only adds to this illusion. Emilio is the most adorable Latino twink in porn with a winning smile and a great ass. He is a super sucker, too. Oh, I forgot to add that Alex has a mammoth piece. Alex—who I understand is only gay-for-pay is not averse to going down on Emilio’s sweet salsa stick, and certainly seems to enjoy it. Emilio eases himself down onto Alex’s throbbing tower, and Alex jacks him off as he bounces. Emilio shoots a copious creamy load over Alex’s torso, whereupon Alex re-positions him for a pounding doggie-fuck that ends with Alex shooting a steady stream of spunk from Emilio’s shoulder blades to his cute little butt.

The final scene, which should be the strongest of them all, is actually the weakest. Doug Jeffries is teaching Rob Stone to do the butterfly stroke. This is the least graceful of the swimming strokes and it is even more ungainly when done by a gym bunny like Rob. Now Rob is built like the proverbial brick shithouse. He is not to be ignored. Doug Jeffries on the other hand has never been one of my favorites. His looks do not turn me on and his personality turns me off. On a scale from 1- to 10, I rate him a minus 9. He’s a poor rimmer and not a particularly good cocksucker either so I don’t know why he is in so many films. It is amazing to see a big muscle boy like Rob take it up the ass; but, as his hole seemed pretty open when Doug was giving him the finger, bottoming is obviously his position of choice. They end the scene by standing on the side of the pool and jacking off into the water. What a mess for the poor pool boy.

One can’t call director Paul Baressi an artist like Bjorn, Higgins, or Kazan, but he is a good craftsman and his films are good solid work. However, I wish he would take more care with some of the production elements such as the music in the scenes. I had to turn the sound off in the Wilcox-Sands pairing because it was repetitive rubbish that I had heard a zillion times before and so it was distracting me. Silence is golden sometimes. The results of his films are often spotty, but for the most part they do not fail to please. He makes a cameo appearance as the waiter in the restaurant scene.

Now that I’ve finally taken THE MENTOR off the shelf . It definitely will not be long before I get it off again. (Pun intended.)