It was as if the default mail sound was replaced by a “Bahahaha” as the promo pack for Icon Male’s latest scene, His Son’s Best Friend with Nick Capra and Colton Grey arrived in my inbox. Would this be the post that had me doing a Kathy Griffin and running away from The Sword after seven days because I couldn’t be that mean?
Actually, no. It’s not that I have any problem dutifully awarding gilded raspberries of my discontent, it’s that I don’t have a blanket aversion to Nica Noelle’s work and when it comes to this scene in particular, I liked it. Actually, I liked it a lot.
It’s a gutsy move to break from the classic PornLand, “You’re Hot!” “No, you’re hot!” “Let’s fuck on that box!” narrative. Handled improperly, such as casting two models almost the same age to try and tell a multi-generational story, it just gets in the way. Handled properly, as Noelle previously did under the Rock Candy Films brand, the narrative allows you to take what you see in the scene and process it viscerally. It succeeds by interjecting a compelling story that doesn’t just frame the action so you know where to fast forward until you reach someone’s cumshot.
Let’s not confuse narrative with the actual “I don’t have anywhere else to go” dialogue. It’s not the words they are saying, it’s the story they are telling that resonates in the loins. You don’t have to be a daddy lover to want Nick Capra. It’s easy to look that handsome, hairy hunk of man and remember the bone your college professor — first boss — friend’s uncle gave you and discovering they still have the same effect today.
Similarly, if your taste in men usually renders sites like Helix with a “call me after your pubes come in” sigh of uselessness, few is the man who did not witness Sebastian Kross rimming the splendor that is Colton Grey’s ass and didn’t think save some of that for me. Colton may be playing the hitchhiker in the scene today, but in reality, he’s the cute kid in geometry / the mailroom intern / new barista at the coffee shop that you have wanted to fuck since, well, forever.
And there you have it, folks. Properly cast, skillfully shot and in a majorly impactful improvement, Ms. Noelle found something between “bong chicka bong bong” and Turkish rondo to play in the background: just the sounds of Nick and Colton fucking away.