This one could have slipped right past you. Don't let that happen. Encounters 2 is a very nice movie, with a "Don't Miss" classic scene.
The Encounters series is one of two subsidiary lines at LucasEntertainment. The other is Auditions, in which Michael Lucas tries out new talent. The Encounters movies are about New York City. The settings are modestly upscale, and the men are immoderately desirable, with that run-through of New York ethnicity that is a Lucas specialty. The vignettes of each feature are self-standing, related to each other only in the obvious care taken in their casting and production.
Encounters 2 begins with doe-eyed lad Tony Ryder and scrumptious new face Jack MacCarthy consoling each other after being dumped by their lovers, and slowly finding out that friends who thought themselves sisters can become ravenous fuckbuddies. MacCarthy's been in four of the Auditions flicks, and after seeing him here, you're liable to do some backtracking. He's got loads of personal charm, a dancer's long, lithe body, and a fascinating cock that matches. What a pole! He seems a little soft-natured first off, completely lacking all the signals of porn star macho. He's just a regular guy. Even a little sheepish. But when he gets sexed up, he turns on a dancer's intense focus, and he's a whirlwind. Dirty talking, egging on his top, riding fiercely, and having a whale of a time.
The preliminaries are given generous time, and are arousing — hot kisses, great cocksucking, tasty rimming. Then Jack pants to Ryder, "Gonna nail that fucking ass?" And that's exactly what comes to pass. The intensity builds impressively, amplified by constant eye contact between the partners. The excitement Jack exudes is palpable, and his hearty reactions turn this romantic little duet into a production number.
A pair of good scenes follow that rouser. Ricardo Correa is a well-muscled, robustly cocked, fantasy daddy — the understandable object of desire in "Happy Ending," as a client of young massage therapist Corey Cade. In the third scene, "On the DL," two uncut men (boyish Adam Young and horse-hung Wilson Vasquez) find a late-night dalliance permissible.
The last scene sweeps all awards that I've got to give. "At Your Service" departs New York for a swank apartment in Barcelona. Enter Milan Gamiani, who seems to have stepped out of an Ermengildo Zenga ad. Outstandingly handsome, expensively dressed, he's a Continental wet dream walking — with a cock that's a plump (and surprisingly circumcised) continent. Yet his host, an impeccably suited Michael Lucas, treats him coldly. "You're well-dressed for a whore," he sneers, and orders Milan to disrobe, show off his hole. This arouses Lucas, and the scene becomes more personal and highly charged. With his fingertip, as if dipping into the honey jar, Lucas doles precum from his cock to Milan's mouth. Milan's cocksucking is impressive; his deep-throating historic. Things get progressively more romantic, with the fervent 69ing of two impressive peni interspersed with passionate kisses. The sight of Milan's asshole opening like the iris of a camera will make you gasp. In fact, if you're entertained by beautiful and/or talented assholes, here's one that's both. Did I say Milan was talented? He's a Fucking Artiste.
When Lucas tells Milan to get his asshole wet, you know he's gonna need it. The sort of slow and artful insertion you don't often see is followed by a mesmerizing fuck, full of long. lingering strokes received with rapture. Lucas slowly brings his partner to a shuddering climax. And as the cum spews from Lucas' cock, Milan makes a shocking, surprise lunge toward it, and semen spears shoot into his mouth.
The whole affair has been a most amazing display. What started as a cold and commercial transaction became the most passionate, romantic fuck of the year. Then Milan delivers the clincher. "Next time I want you to play the whore."
Not surprisingly, a stylist is credited for the scene. Ah, the clothes and the locale; the playing and its unmistakable passion; the photography. All have real style. Something very rare in a sexo. Tony Dimarco and Mr. Lucas were the directors; the playfully punchy opener was directed by Vincent Lambert. There's something going on at Mr. Lucas' company. Is it possible his people weren't schooled in porn, but went to film school? I'm eagerly watching some more Lucas titles. www.LucasEntertainment.com