Review

Lost, the 27th release from director and star Michael Lucas is a typically sensuous affair, heavy on beautiful smooth big-cock’d and pucker’d-hole Chelsea gym boys and relatively light on plot. Lucas suggests an existential motif by interjecting moody images of his deeply ruminating self, scanning the avenues of Manhattan while on a constant prowl for meaningless sex and/or while on the cab ride-of-shame back home from his latest anonymous trick(s). These contemplative interludes may provoke a snicker, as may Lucas’ central domestic “drama” with his lover. Thankfully, it’s quick to the sack for the lust-lorn fuck-hound and his heated cronies.

Memorable highlights include the magnificent endowment of Chad Hunt’s jumbo down-curved crotch monster (unleashed during the penthouse orgy); and devilishly sexy coverstud Wilfried Knight, who gets busy in three of the film’s four segments (four out of five, if you count the bonus scene on the Director’s Cut second disc).

Knight is uncharacteristically scruffy for a Lucas stud, and that’s definitely a good thing compared to the mostly smooth, sometimes waxed jock-punks Lucas assembles. Anyway, back to Knight and his sexy Marine Corps buzz-cut, his close-cropped beard, his fuzzy chest and long, tempting treasure trail, his lean sculpted body, his tight pink clench-hole, his plump uncut schlong, his insatiable taste for his own creamy nectar... ...where do I begin?

Some minor technical bothers: The dark red lighting in the first dimly lit encounter sets a fittingly moody atmosphere but, frankly, looked a bit murky on a video screen; the rest of the production is snazzier overall, though the videographer might want to work on keeping the various plugs and sockets bathed in the light rather than obscured in shadows.

The Director’s Cut contains a brief behind the scenes featurette, a 15-minute photo shoot reel; 80 minutes of up close and personal interviews as well as bonus sequences, including a watersports-flavored threesome between Lucas, Knight and Clark.

Technical quirks aside, Lost is juicy, raging hard-on material, with the most dreamy and dreamily-hung Manhattan cock-swingers and ass-raiders money that can rent.

 -- Beef Stroganoff