My First Time a review by Harley Shadow

	Cast: Tristan Mathew, Brant Moore, Kyle Aames, Tyler Mason, Scott Wilde, John Wright, Johnny Donovan. Directed by Jim Steele for HIS.
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Director Jim Steel is a GAYVN award-winning director, but unfortunately, the magic he's used to make winners is not to be found in My First Time. With average production values, the SkineMax-esque blues and southern rock soundtrack, and lackadaisical models, it seems like this was the director's first time.
    No matter how genuine, romantic or sleazy anyone's first time is, it's always memorable, but with only a handful of memorable moments, My First Time isn't something you'd want to revisit. There are only two memorable scenes out of the four in this film. It's surprising, because the twink models are very cute, smooth, and toned with nice-sized packages and nice round asses that would make any chicken hawk breathless.
    The mutual attraction between the models though, is equivalent to a cockroach when the lights come on. When the camera starts rolling, it is nowhere to be found. What's more surprising is even a well-known model like Kyle Aames, who has delivered some fine performances in previous films, delivers a one-sided performance that lacks reciprocation as well as any enthusiasm from him or his costar, Tyler Mason.
    Each scene opens with artsy slow-motion, jittery, MTV-like camera movements over each model's body. The models look far off into space or at each other, but no matter where they're looking, they either look hypnotized or unresponsive. Those looks, combined with the unnecessary, hokey slo-mo, make the viewer want to hit the fast-forward button.
    When you get to the action, expectations are lowered due to lack of chemistry, and hardly any reciprocation. Mason does all the oral, and Aames repays him with a fuck. The same goes for John Wright and Scott Wilde. Wilde leans against a wall while Wright sucks, then Wilde leans back and cums. He's a little more into the action, but can't match Wright's eagerness. Luckily Wright gets to show that off in the finale scene with Johnny Donovan.
    The last two scenes with Brant Moore and Tristan Mathew, then Donovan and Wright partially redeem the film. These couples have a desire and hunger for each other as they explore each other's bodies, kiss, suck, rim and fuck with obvious attraction. Mathew and Moore go at each other from the start as Mathew sucks Moore's long thick rod, then Moore rims Mathew's hairy butt before fucking him.
    The two are very loud and animalistic, and so are Donovan and Wright, but their scene starts differently than the rest. It begins with the two lying in bed holding each other, kissing, and touching, with Wright exploring Donovan's hairy chest and Donovan, Wright's beefy body before they shuck the sensuality for wild passion. They do something not seen in any other scene, and that is they flip-flop fuck, and they do it well.
    My First Time in an odd way feels like a report card. The first couple of scenes would be like the first two grading quarters where a student starts out with average or below-average grades, then gains understanding and excels with above-average and excellent grades to finish up. With better chemistry between the models, less art and the elimination of the groan-inducing soundtrack, this could have been a first time to remember.
    The DVD has fetish menus, trailers and photo galleries.

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