WARNING!
Distributor | Released | Length |
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Dragon Media | 2012 | 111 |
Description source: promotional material
This fall return to a magical place where boys become men, welcome to Fire Island Pines.
It takes balls to take on director Wakefield Poole's classic "Boys in the Sand" (1971), but director Jake Deckerd has big ones and delivers. As with the iconic gay porn original, the setting is undeniably Fire Island: sandy beaches, wooden walkways, shimmering ocean and hirsute (and horny) beachcombers.
In the opener, hairy muscle dad Josh West is taking in the sights, refreshing himself with a quick hit off some poppers. He literally stumbles across a Kyle King (here sporting an uncharacteristic, but totally authentic 1970s style mustache) and there's instant chemistry. They can barely keep their paws off one another until they get back to Josh's beach pad. Both men are gropers, Kyle grabbing Josh's pecs, Josh slipping several fingers down the back of Kyle's shorts. They don't even make it inside, away from prying eyes. Once Kyle spots the visible outline of Josh's erect prick in his jeans, he's got to get on his knees and worship Josh's thick meat. The action shifts to poolside, Josh tongue-diving between Kyle's flexing asscheeks. He's prepping that perfect ass for some hardcore cornholing, and believe me, it takes a real man to take Josh's meat to the hilt. Josh has got a nosy neighbor in Bryan Slater, who wordlessly steps behind Josh and takes over top duties. Bryan's cum-shot is a thing of beauty. He polishes his cock with a tight grip and takes direct aim at Kyle's gaping hole. Josh then follows suit, stepping behind Kyle and doing the same, using Kyle's used sphincter for target practice.
Blond Christopher Daniels and pale-skinned Davis also like their sex poolside. Christopher is also sporting 1970s-style facial hair, full sideburns and a big golden 'stache. Davis is not quite a twink, but decidedly lean, very much like some of the real men featured in old-school porn. Christopher, by contrast, is all muscle, and does some very impressive flexing while Davis is worshipping on his knees. As the sex intensifies, it's clear that Christopher much prefers rimming Davis' delightful hairy hole more than getting a blowjob. The camera comes in close long before Christopher's tongue gets busy, capturing Chris' fingers massaging, fingering and pulling at the delicate and very furry space. And what a nice change of pace, having the slender unassuming model rubber up and stick it to the muscular, larger dude. Davis is a wonderful top, tenderly seesawing in and out of Chris with Chris on all-fours.
Having lost his bearings earlier, Kyle King is now quite settled into Fire Island, shacking up with a dozing Dale Cooper. Dale likes to nap with his shirt on, but his pants off, giving Kyle some irresistible visuals. He decides to interrupt Dale's nap by forcing his tongue up Dale's chute. Dale comes around, raising his hips about four inches, giving Kyle even better access to his warm hole. They swap head, but it's obvious from the top of the encounter that Kyle is chomping at the bit to get inside Dale. What ensures is some glorious butt sex, Dale opening himself up completely to Kyle's thrusts. Dale eventually rides atop Kyle. Now whether it's Kyle's tan skin or Dale's diet, but this is a cum-shot for the ages -- thick, pearly white, and copious, gobs of mouth-watering spunk landing just beneath Kyle's pecs. Then with Dale's goop oozing over his belly, Kyle rights himself and blows over Dale's upturned chin.
Elsewhere on Fire Island, Josh West is enjoying a second round of man-sex, this time with Dirk Caber. The opening is filmed in black-and-white, a string quartet providing the soundtrack to their cuddling and nuzzling. Both men are bearded and furry, two bears at play. The sound of strings is an interesting, though odd choice, beautiful strains of music underscoring visuals of Josh smacking his tubesteak against Dirk's hairy hole. The director may be trying to be arty or he's simply paying homage to "Boys in the Sand," but it's warm, both to watch and to listen to. The atmospherics shift gears halfway through, the flick now in color and losing the soundtrack entirely. Josh and Dirk move to an outdoor shower, and the intensity from their indoor romp carries over when they have sex out in the open. It's fun to watch Dirk deep-throat Josh, no easy task given that Josh is easily a genuine nine-plus inches. And it's clear that Dirk is a man who loves to get fucked. With Josh buried to the hilt, Dirk furiously twists and pulls on his own cock in an effort to get off.
In the next scene, a true standout in my view, Kyle King and Dale Cooper are using what looks to be an app like Grindr (something the boys in Wakefield Poole's era obviously didn't have access to) to handpick a third for an afternoon tryst. Lucky for them (and for us) David Anthony is within range and arrives on their doorstep, shirtless wearing mirrored sunglasses and cut-off jean shorts, ready for action. His vibe exemplifies the word macho, blowing cigarette smoke directly into Dale's face the minute Dale opens the door. Undeterred, Dale welcomes David in and directs him upstairs where Kyle is nude and ass-up on the couch. No words are exchanged, David simply starts planting kisses directly on Kyle's salty rosebud. The trio make anonymous sex look effortless when in reality, it's anything but. Kyle becomes the fulcrum of the action, blowing his boyfriend, Dale, while David licks, fingers, and worships Kyle's quivering asshole. The way David uses Kyle's ass immediately put me in mind of legendary 1980s porn star Chad Douglas. Like Chad, David doesn't ask permission, he just takes what he wants. David and Dale tag-team Kyle, but the smokiest part of this scene (and the flick) is yet to come, the money-shots. With Kyle draped belly-down on the couch, David and Dale connect above him, kissing and mutually stroking off. They're determined to cum at the same time, their mouths and tongues connected, communicating to one another when it's time to cum. They blow at exactly the same moment, hosing Kyle's lower back and shoulder blades with juice. I've never been a fan of the slo-mo instant replay of cum-shots, but here, it's fucking hot. Dale produces another one of those protein-rich spunk samples and David's load is certainly nothing to sneeze at.
Even having just enjoyed some killer action, David heads into the brush, looking for more easy action. He gets it when Davis comes along, finishing up a heated jog through the Pines. Out in the open daylight, David's prick looks even more bloated than usual (the silver cockring probably has something to do with it) and Davis just goes to town, a cocksucker's dream come true. The two go back and forth, standing up to get head, kneeling to deliver, an ever increasing bongo beat pounding underneath the action. David erupts, jets of chunky cum sliding down Davis' left cheek. Not to be outdone, Davis stands up, David's load still clinging tightly to his face, and returns the favor, this time though aiming for David's mustache and stubbly chin. He gets off, then spends several long moments massaging his cum into David's skin, tracing the outline of David's mustache with his gooey fingers.
As for the finale, let me just say this: if a naked Colby Keller, lust in his eyes, were to run directly towards me, out of the surf and onto the sand, I'd flat out have a heart attack. Colby is the ultimate mer-man, stunning to look at from every conceivable angle. The lucky recipient of this vision of manliness is Christopher Daniels. The pair meet cute on the shoreline, Christopher warming up a wet and chilly Colby with kisses. The director uses Debussy underneath this scene and it becomes very lush, the action including some exquisite frottage before Christopher completely submits to Colby, sucking his cock out in the open. They eventually leave the beachfront and head to a more secluded area. The Debussy is dropped as the scene progresses and the sex becomes much less cinematic. Colby becomes rough with Christopher, the pair situated doggy-style, Colby pulling Chris' hair, grabbing his shoulders, slapping his meaty ass and whipsawing his cock in the groove of Chris' backside. Colby inevitably takes his prize, burying himself in Chris, first doggy then with Chris on his back. Colby quickly pulls out, rips off the rubber and jacks his juice directly onto Chris' stiff dick. Is there any lube more erotic than Colby cum? Chris brings himself off, Colby still huffing and puffing between his legs.
"Men in the Sand" closes with its most blatant nod to "Boys in the Sand": Colby frees Chris' cock from its black leather cockring, then re-snaps the cockring around Chris' wrist. The credits roll as the surf endlessly washes the shoreline clean.
DVD features (2-disc set): Chapters; widescreen; trailers ("After the Heist," "Joe Gage Sex Files Vol. #10: NYC Convention," "Dirty Director," "Joe Gage Sex Files Vol. #9: Neighborhood Rec Room," "Dad Goes to College," "Highway 9," "Joe Gage Sex Files Vol. #8: Divorced Men's Support Group," "Splittin' Wood," "Joe Gage Sex Files Vol. #7: Doctors and Dads" and "Truck You"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent ( http://ManNet.com )
*** Highly, Highly Recommended ***