Review

Now... where was I? Oh yes, I was just rinsing the splatter stains out of my living room upholstery from my recent viewing of Michael Lucas’ Fire Island Cruising 3 when I scored the assignment to review the surprisingly expeditious Fire Island Cruising 4. We pick up pretty much where we left off in Part 3, with our resident stud-fucks exploring the limits of sex-versus-intimacy and testing each other’s trust in polyamorous relationships. And worshipping each other’s cocks, of course.

Thusly, on a private Fire Island pool deck, Tom International is getting sucked off by pretty pale-skinned twink Aaron Heights. Nipple-ring’d Tom fingers and spit-shines Aaron’s pink puckerhole, then pounds a spectacular geyser of gushing boy cream out of the lad. Cum soon flows thickly from Tom’s throbbing man crank, too, including a clear spurt right into Aaron’s open mouth. After, Tom uses his purple, turtle-necked knob to smear the bulk of his spent load across Aaron’s glazed lips.

How’s that for an appetizer?

For the next course, Michael’s trusting boyfriend Trent chows down on Chat Hunt’s mighty, jaw-busting bone. Well, half of it, anyway; despite Trent’s notorious fervor for cock-sucking, there’s only so much of Chad’s Herculean tool that the boy can accommodate. Still, an A+ for effort, and their round of sixty-nine is delicious. It’s with surprisingly greater ease that Trent invites Chad’s fat anaconda up his hot boy pussy, for he takes it like a man and rides it like a champ. As a reward, Chad later douses bitch-boy Trent with a golden shower outside. I gather to mark his territory.

Up next is a muscular smorgasbord of six young, hung, adorable, meat-sucking, ass-poking hotties who get it on by the outdoor pool. There’s this one particular cute, big-dicked twink (Tommie) who gets his plump cock worshipped by two succulent muscle boys, while two others chew his nipples (the missing sixth boy is likely off-screen masturbating). Even more delicious is the sight of all six lads paired off into sweaty, pounding tops and moaning, writhing bottoms, side-by-side-by-side. Keep your eyes on that puppy-dog-cute but oh-so-naughty Tommie, who fingers and fists himself to eruption, then eats his own gooey wad.

Later that night, Carlos Morales (the one who’s got those hot blue Robbie Williams eyes) has a Jacuzzi suck+rim+fuck with Diego Alvarez, who’s pierced with a taint ring under his nut sack. Carlos pounds Diego’s hole, then plays with his swollen, puckering inverted rosebud. Watch out for that girthy black dildo Diego feeds to his own hole so he can finally toss one off. Another farcical aquatic ritual of the urinary sort follows afterwards.

For the pièce de résistance, Michael Lucas and Marco Rochelle light a sexual bonfire together as they deep-suck sixty-nine each other and have some slurpy, pokey ass play (and some light shrimping, too). Surprisingly, it’s all rather vanilla and cordial in a romantic sort of way; Lucas is a far, far cry from the butch/bully daddy he’s been known to play.

Production values are up to snuff with the superior aspects of Part 3, which comes as no surprise considering both productions were very obviously shot concurrently. Lucas merely had enough Grade-A material to produce more than one smoldering, jizz-spewing feature. *Gasp!* Yes, this is some typically hot, daring stuff from ever-wily sex-fiend Michael Lucas. Thank you, sir, may we have another?

 -- Beef Stroganoff