Amateur Gay Porn: Randy Blue’s Reese Rideout
I love a gorgeous face, but pretty straight boys often mystify me. I misread their good genetics as vanity, incorrectly assuming that women musn’t be nearly as hard to impress as other gay men. It isn’t hard to read homoeroticism into the pursuit of a sculpted frame, even if the end product of such logic is faulty.
Reese Rideout is the too-pretty-for- his-own-good brother of your girlfriend or boyfriend of your sister. He’s the apple pie president of the student council, the already-partner-track new hire and the perpetually smiling guy at the gym that you can never quite pin down. Now maybe you can. Randy Blue offers us a peek into the bedside manner of a man we’ve seen everywhere but still can’t look away from. This pretty straight guy (you can decide whether ‘pretty’ modifies straight or guy) is in it to win it … The demands of the market have necessitated certain strategic acquisitions for Randy Blue, of which Reese Rideout is one. Studios from MGM to Falcon have built their brand on the faces, abs and asses of contract stars and, as the so-called amateur market booms, once also-ran sites are discovering they have a bankable aesthetic that goes beyond one-camera shoots.
Like any pretty boy, Reese loves the camera — his sexuality may be more determined by its presence than the gender of his partner. Not that he doesn’t get into it — as we’ve told straight men for years, a guy knows more than a woman about what feels good, and I suspect Reese won’t argue with that.
But porn is more about a good body or a thick cock. A good porn actor has to be able to convey sexual excitement. Reese Rideout — straight or not — has the ability make the viewer as enthusiastic about the sex he’s having as he is. When he fucks Sebastian, his first piece of male ass, Reese moves his pitch-perfect body like a rapid-fire artillery gun, pumping in and out while on his muscular haunches. It’s like Reese can isolate his muscles — and perhaps any doubts about his sexuality — in his fervent pursuit of pleasure. He’s a sexual athelete and, often, acrobat.
I rarely fetishize straight guys, and frequently go limp at indifferent performances — whether gay or straight, you can tell when money is the only reason for the shot. When pleasure is the principle, I stop caring if they claim to be gay, straight or asexual. For me, the proof is in the pushing. And Reese Rideout looks like he’s having the time of his life.