"Fire Island Cruising 7: Director's Cut" is a nothing short of a love letter to the island, and director Michael Lucas' beautifully filmed vistas rival the beautifully filmed sex. After checking out the pristine coastlines and gorgeous beach house architecture, it's obvious why he would want to come back year after year. Having never been myself, I'd heard tales from friends about the familiar ferry dropping its summer cargo. The opening shots have this Fire Island landmark approaching the dock, marking the beginning of another steamy weekend. For lovers Andy Hunter and Erik Grant, their week of solitude in the shared beach house is coming to a close. As houseguests John Lamb and Adrian R. arrive, it's clear that it's not all champagne and roses between Erik and Andy. For his part, Derrick Hanson, unquestionably the sexiest housemate in the lot, breaks away late Friday night hoping to find fresh meat. He needn't wait long. When Brandon Aguilar crosses his path, Derrick senses Brandon's tentativeness. Brandon's cruising is a little half-hearted, but Derrick quickly sets the tone by aggressively forcing Brandon to his knees. Rather than get it on outdoors, they head to Derrick's to trick, excitedly undressing one another on the bed. Without the benefit of idle conversation, it's immediately clear who is running the show. Derrick assumes the top role effortlessly, and a panting Brandon is quickly put to task sucking off his new fuck bud. You can gauge the temperature in the room by the sheen of sweat that pops out on Derrick's lean, smooth chest. He quickly catches sight of Brandon's butthole and scoots himself into a position where he can thoroughly enjoy it with his mouth. While he rims Brandon, I wondered if Derrick would take time to breathe. His butt-munching is furious, a salty prelude to the intense fuck that follows. When Brandon sexily growls, "Why don't you fuck that hole for me?," Derrick's almost imperceptible grin is unscripted and cute as hell. He dives in, holding Brandon's hairy legs in place while throwing one mean fuck. John Lamb may have arrived the night before, but the welcome wagon doesn't officially pull into the station until the next morning. Our horny host, Erik Grant, abandons Andy hunter and gives John one hell of a wake-up call. The sight of John sleeping peacefully with his ass tilted towards the morning sun is more than Erik can handle. Without even a courteous "good morning," Erik snakes his tongue against John's asshole. The camera pans in as Erik parts John's fleshy cheeks and damn if this boy doesn't have one sweet hole. Lucky for Erik, John doesn't seem to have a problem with infidelity and responds by flipping over and kissing him, then blowing his new bunk buddy. After a slow and easy 69, Erik rubbers up, then maneuvers John's ass into the same lovely position he first saw it in, easing inside. The rest of the house is waking up to morning coffee, but the threat of discovery doesn't deter Erik from finishing what he started. Cruising one another like two sly tigers, Parker Williams and Bruce Beckham size one another up, then head back to Parker's pool for afternoon fun, Fire Island style. The icy blue water fails to cool these animals down. Parker aggressively lifts Bruce out of the pool onto the cement ledge where he can slowly devour his cock. Bruce can't quite wipe the smile off his face checking out the furry beast feasting hungrily between his legs, but can certainly match Parker suck for suck when they slide into a poolside 69. Thank god Michael Lucas has brought the 69 back into vogue; no one manages to make this happy, happy position more thrilling to watch than Lucas. Bruce quickly shows Parker how much he likes the taste of ass, signaling for Parker to get on all-fours so he can fully sample Parker's pink, fuzzy butthole. And I have to say, even though I appreciate Bruce's versatility, watching Parker give up his ass, a man's man if there ever was one, is what really makes this pairing explode. Parker submits to Bruce first, then skillfully tops his new bud with superior skill. It's impossible to know who's luckier -- Chad Hunt or Kent Larson -- when they find one another in the Meat Rack. God knows, neither one of these studs would ever have to wait more than a few lonely moments before scoring serious dick. All Chad has to do is unleash his throbbing monstrosity from his shorts to attract attention; likewise for Kent and his gorgeous chest and ass. I can only fault Kent for not taking a few minutes to fully appreciate the heft and perfect beauty of Chad's cock. It can't be more than five seconds from the moment he first lays eyes on it that it's in his mouth. Someone needs to teach this stud how to slow down and savor the moment! Kent also speedily takes Chad up his ass, no easy feat, especially when you only have a tree for support and a sparse supply of lube at hand. Stumbling upon these two in mid-fuck would make even the most jaded among us stop in mid-stroll. They make a beautiful connection, probably because of the stark difference in their body types. Personally, I always throw a rod watching rail-thin, lean guys boning humpy, muscular types. Adrian R.'s Fire Island weekend also cums to a heady conclusion when he manages to snag sex with youngish, dirty-blond Chad Leigh. Don't be fooled by Chad's unassuming frame; underneath his tight-fitting swim trunks is a fat and bloated prick, ripe for sucking. After several moments of intense kissing, the first thing Adrian and Chad do is stretch out into a 69. Is there a better way to get familiar with a stranger's naked body? Chad takes it one step further and lifts Adrian's hips up to snack on hole. One of the steamiest snapshots throughout this edition is Chad doggedly flogging the meat between his legs while he rims Adrian. No doubt it's the most intense rim session in the entire film; Chad can't seem to get enough. Chad's also got considerable style as a top, mastering Adrian's ass with more skill than guys twice his age. The load that Adrian blows is viscous and messy, completely coating his hot trimmed bush with cream. Michael Lucas leaves the door open for "Fire Island Cruising 8," ominously suggesting further drama between Andy Hunter and his unfaithful lover, Erik Grant. I'm a die-hard Michael Lucas fan. The natural-looking guys he puts on film put me in mind of the smokiest porn from the 1970s where having a 24-hour gym membership was not a prerequisite to having hot, nasty mansex. DVD features: Chapters; model bios; trailers; additional footage (Chad Hunt with John Lamb; and Derrick Hanson with Brandon Aguilar); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent
I personally have seen about six movies from Lucas Entertainment over the past year (some older, some newer) and have yet to find one that doesn't get me off. I'm happy to say that the seventh installment of the highly successful Fire Island Cruising series is now numbered among them. After welcoming their friends for the weekend, Erik Grant and Andy Hunter host a dinner party with their guests. Though some decide to go out and some decide to stay home, sleek Derrick Hanson decides to cruise the boardwalk at night, where he meets up with the horny Brandon Aquilar. After a brief face-to-crotch grind that leaves absolutely no doubt where this is all gonna lead, the two retire to Hanson's bedroom for some intense (though dimly lit) oral play. The hot sex is exactly that -- a thin skim of sweat forms on Hanson's lean body as he pounds away at Aquilar's hole. Hanson literally fucks the cum out of sweaty Aquilar, who dips his fingers in his ejaculate and licks them clean while Hanson pounds away. Now that, my friends, is a bottom.
The next morning dawns, and Erik Grant, unable to go back to sleep, quietly slips out of bed and slips his tongue between the lightly furred ass cheeks of houseguest John Lamb. Lamb is possibly one of the most beautiful cast members in this pantheon of Lucas Entertainment porn gods, and the sleepy early morning fuck is one of the best in the film. Barely a word is spoken between the two as Grant silently seduces Lamb into sucking his eight-incher and opening his ass for a slow grinding fuck. Grant alternates his speed, once quick and frantic, the next slow and methodical, resulting in a spectacular cumshot from both men. While all this is going on, Andy Hunter has woken up looking for Grant. He and Bruce Beckham are having coffee while fellow houseguest Adrian R. peeps into Lambs' room and sees Grant pummeling Lamb's ass. Hunter remains silent and joins the others for coffee.
Kent Larson and Bruce Beckham are on the boardwalk, chatting about their misfortunes in love. Larson takes off for lunch with a friend as Beckham goes into the local grocery store and gets cruised by hunky, fur-bound Parker Williams. Upon leaving the store, Beckham spills his load (of groceries, you dirty whores), and Williams helps him retrieve them. Beckham is so grateful, he joins Williams in a skinny dip in Williams' pool. Meanwhile, on the beach, Adrian admits to Lamb that he too had been seduced by Grant (I'd be bragging if I were him) to assuage Lamb's guilt at the improprieties committed against his host Andy Hunter.
Back at the pool, Williams' devours Beckhams' pole poolside and then dives in for some expert ass eating. The two 69 before Beckham buries his face in Williams' hairy hole to prep him for a deep and rough fuck. Beckham tops Williams and then offers his own hole for Williams probing fingers. Williams then pounds away at Beckham's hole, and both men crank out their loads manually.
Kent Larson, while walking along the boardwalk and into the woods, runs across Chad Hunt stroking his cock though his shorts. Without a word, Hunt pulls out his cock for Larson to swallow. Now, Larson is adept at sucking cock, but even he can't get all of Hunt's meat in his mouth (f.y.i. see LaRue's Detention for Matt Summers' deep-throating of Hunt -- I get hard just thinking about that one). To his credit, he does a pretty damned good job warming Hunt up. Larson offers his ass for Hunt to rim right before he gets impaled. Hunt churns Larson's guts while Larson strokes his rock-hard-cock -- I would have preferred to see Larson blow his wad with Hunt inside him, but it all ends well anyway. There should be an honorable mention for all those bottoms out there that have been able to take Chad Hunt up the butt.
Back at the beach, Adrian leaves Lamb for blond Chad Leigh, who he takes back to his room for a little romp. Although the lighting is the best we've seen thus far, the sex doesn't really heat up the screen like the others in this film. Nicely hung Leigh rims Adrian's ass before plowing his ass doggy-style. Adrian delivers a nice load while Leigh pounds away at his hole, but Leigh's self-induced cumshot is barely visible.
The movie ends with Hunter admitting to Adrian that he and boyfriend Grant have patched everything up with Grant promising to end his whoring around. As disappointing as this sounds, this is the second-to-the-last installment of the Fire Island Cruising series, so hopefully, we'll get to see Grant go back on his word.
Some minor technicalities mar this flick. During the dinner party, the sound quality is so low that, with the natural inflection in each man's voice, it's often difficult to hear what is being said. The dim lighting in the first scene works pretty well (I mean, who really likes to have anonymous sex in a fully lit room anyway?) without obscuring too much of the incredible chemistry between Hanson and Aquilar. In the second scene, the early morning light fails to cast enough illumination on the anal penetration, which is really too bad, because this scene between woofy Grant and the beautiful Lamb is possibly sexiest coupling of the film. I'm not really certain as to Lucas' directorial style, but it seems to me that he directs the action and not the acting -- of all the movies from his studio that I've seen, the "fucking" noises the guys make are sexy groans, murmurs and grunts that add so much to the authenticity of a performance. The DVD extras include more hot trailers than you could shake your dick at (or maybe you could), extra footage of Hanson fisting Aquilar and the eye-popping reaming of Lucas Entertainment exclusive John Lamb by that equine appendage attached to Chad Hunt.
- Jack Moore
