Sand Gods Review

Reviewed by Joe Shaver  on  3/22/2003

The cover tells us: “A young man’s research into ancient mythology awakens the sexual sprits of the Mojave Sand Gods”. When we start the film itself however, up pops the word ‘montage’ and a definition of same. Then we have a montage as images flow rapidly, lapping over one another in double-exposure.

When the montage stops we find a naked Trent Austin blowing the muscular Brad Rock. Now Trent Austin is my favorite twink. (I have variously referred to him as “the love of my life” and more accurately as “the lust of my life”.) I find him impish, adorable, and he has a big dick. Brad Rock is an appropriate moniker for this hunk. Built like the proverbial brick shithouse, he—unlike most muscular guys—has a dick to match. Of course Trent can’t swallow something that big (only Matt Summers could do that) but he certainly does have fun with it and when he changes position to give the hunk a five-star rim job, he drives Brad crazy. That little red tongue just darts right in there. All the while Trent’s big cock is rock hard. Brad must be incurably straight not to partake of that mothwatering morsel. He does however partake of Trent’s succulent ass, sliding that huge boner in to the hilt. It’s even more awesome when they move into the missionary position. Trent cums all over his belly while being screwed and Brad’s steady stream joins the mixture.

Now if Trent Austin is the twink in my dreams, Chris Bolt, who appears in the next scene, is rapidly becoming the young man in them. Chris has a nice build, looks like a movie star, is well endowed, and bottoms beautifully. He is paired here with Joe Foster, nice looking with a little chin fuzz, tattooed, and possessing the necessary equipment for this type of film. Their scene occurs in a striking desert setting. (The first and last scenes are interiors. The second and third take place in the sand of the title.) Chris gives a blowjob as good as Trent in scene one, and Joe returns the favor. Again we have rimming (this time it’s mutual) and Joe tops Chris doggy and missionary.

Foreskin lovers will enjoy the next desert scene as both Jack London and Sebastian Cole have this fascinating piece of flesh. (There are two Sebastian Coles appearing in gay films. One is a cute twink who appears in Brigade films and the like. This is the one who appears in the more adult ones.) Jack spends quite a bit of time chewing on Sebastian’s stretchy skin before they settle into this film’s established pattern of suck, rim, and fuck. Jack, with his somewhat bigger dick, tops Sebastian in the film’s two standard positions. (There are no cock-riding cowboys here.)

It’s back indoors in a rather garish setting as Danny Lopez, Nick Piston, and Steve Cannon are standing on a bed sharing spit. Steve’s torso is now so heavily tattooed that it looks like he’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt. There are rings in both nipples, his crotch is shaved, a Prince Albert pierces his cock, and his ball sack is pierced with four rings or guiches. There is more jewelry in this dude’s genitals than there is in Tiffany’s window. Danny is a great looking Latino whose only piercing is in his tongue. Both he and Nick have tattoos. Nick has a nice big dick. Danny begins by sucking both Nick and Steve. Then Steve sucks Nick and Danny. Then Nick sucks Danny and Steve. Now that’s what I call equal opportunity. Steve and Danny get on hands and knees for Nick to play with their asses and rim the hell out of both. Nick first fucks Danny and then Steve doggy; then he fucks Steve missionary until Steve shoots; then puts Danny on his back to fuck him until the juice flies. After this, Nick jacks off on both of their chests showing no favoritism.

Andre Adair has done some stunning videography for other directors. Here he does it all. He needs to avoid the predictable patterning of his sex scenes, although I did not find that overly bothersome here. But he sure as Hell knows how to hold a camera, and the sex was always scorching. I highly recommend this one.