My newest DVD, “Fuckin’ Around The House” got reviewed by the John F. Karr, the long time reviewer for the Bay Area Reporter. The reviewer seems to have a big crush on Derrick Hanson (and who doesn’t?) so I included a trailer from his scene with Cy Stone. For lucky members of LavenderLounge.com, you can see this entire scene and every other scene included in the DVD with your paid membership to Lavender Lounge.
by John F. Karr, reviewer for the Bay Area Reporter
A rare appearance by seemingly retired Derrick Hansen led me to the Lavender Lounge collection of scenes Fuckin’ Around the House – the company’s 11th film, and the first in HD. It’s not that director/entrepreneur Mark Kliem is behind the times, but that he’s been working mostly with vintage 8mm footage.
TLA lists 45 titles (plus a few compilations) for the 6’2″ slab Hansen, with his first titles coming from Defiant in 2002. But I don’t trust the TLA search engine, which misfires all over the place. Among other discrepancies, TLA lists Michael Lucas’ La Dolce Vita, which includes what is perhaps Hansen’s best scene, but not the four other Lucas films Hansen’s in (and which are still available at the Lucas website, where his name is spelled Hanson). Hansen worked for most of the major companies through 2010, when he made a couple scenes for Raging Stallion (rods #5 moving firmly into fetish; Caught on Tape moving D.O. firmly into Derrick). After Hansen’s time-out, Kliem landed him at Lavender Lounge, which seems to be where former stars go if only to show they can still do it. Kliem’s got recent footage of Tober Brandt, Jacob Slader, and Markie.
Hansen isn’t the only lure to Fuckin’ Around, which opens with hairy, bearded studs Alessio Romero and Dirk Caber flip-flop fuckin’ all over the kitchen counters. Romero’s swell, but I’m an especial Caber fan. His pleasure in what he’s doing is always visible, and he’s so natural and spontaneous. A scene that launches with lips locked, nipples pinched, and hard cocks laid atop one another marks a good beginning. The guys swap BJs and rim jobs; Caber’s an especially good crack-lapper.
And then Hansen breaks in newcomer Cy Stone, an early-20s punky dude, a nose-ringed, tunnel-eared, bearded renegade type, with tattoos all over the place (and not those regulation gay inkings) and a pad of hair atop his head like Prince Chulalongkorn’s, but dyed Day-Glo red. Hansen’s still sporting the mid-neck, leather-thong choker he’s worn since his debut a decade ago. I’ve never liked the way this sorta fashion accessory bisects a neck. It doesn’t look butch to me. But on Hansen, oh fuck – it looks butch.
Stone’s cocksucking is extra good, but Hansen’s eager to get his face in the dude’s crack. Stone obliges by sitting on Hansen’s face, and then leaning forward to keep sucking the big guy’s cock. Hansen loves tonguing that hole, and loosens it all up for the fuck to come. We see the curious tat on Stone’s lower back, that reads Museum Entrance $1.25. Now, I always keep a nickel aside to see the stuffed whale (that’s an arcane and daringly un-butch reference to Hello, Dolly!), but I’ll start savin’ those nickels if it takes that much to get my goods inside this guy’s clenched Curiosity Cabinet. Stone’s ass swallows up Hansen’s cock with alacrity, and Stone rides so vigorously that the outcome is assured and agonized. Then Hansen sits his ass back down on Stone’s face as stimulus for Stone to reach his own orgasm. The scene’s full-length, but I coulda taken much more.
The next scene could have been a challenge for me: I had to watch a person I know quite well have sex. That’s always weird. Real-life lovers with a pair of whopper dicks, Lance Navarro (tall, furry, uncut) and Tommy Lazarri (good-humored bear cub, furry, cut) make out with unusual jocularity that’s parsed with fierceness of deep-throating and slam-fucking. Lazarri is the well-known SF performer and naughty lyricist Tom Orr. I undo his nom de porn as an alert to fans of his theatrical outings, who turn out in asked to see the guy pull out his dick while onstage. That’s a guaranteed occurrence, even in the super-splashy production of Marat/Sade in which he’s cavorting for a limited time (and in which his goods makes a limited appearance). Lazarri/Orr is clean-shaven, though he looks better bearded, and his tangled mass of hair is not as flattering as previous styles have been. Still, the big-dicked dude knows how to throw a mean fuck, and gives Navarro a double whammy by pumping his cock while plowing his ass.
Kliem’s amateur-style scenes aren’t urgent, but don’t lack impetus. His films don’t have music, which allows natural make-out sounds to prevail; his camerawork is secure; and his smooth editing treats the encounters organically.