Title: Meat Rack Studio: Treasure Island Media Director: Max Sohl Cast: Dawson, Kurt Kaiser, Shannen Michael, Chris Neal, Joe Sarge, Jeff Grove, Bryan Hanson, Little Joe, Sonny Roberts, Seth Scott Genres:: Gay, Amateurs, Orgy Condoms: No Reviewer: SexHerald Staff

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Halfway through “Meat Rack” I wondered if this film weren’t some guerilla marketing release by the Fire Island tourist board. Those familiar with the studio will know what to expect: some shocking (at least by conventional studio standards) and honest depictions of sex, this time on lovely Fire Island.

All of which is to say: there are fluids aplenty and nary a condom in sight. In fact, there’s so much jizz that this is not an experience for the squeamish. The proceedings have a documentary vibe, insofar as these fellows are actually fucking and you get the sense that they would be, whether or not the camera was around. But at the same time things can feel a bit staged and showy, as in the first scene, with its conveniently leather-clad men just happening to meet in the woods somewhere.

There’s no question that Dawson, bottom par excellence, is a star, and he proves it over and over in this film. He seems most comfortable with a huge cock buried deep in him, and one marathon scene, in which he amiably parks himself by the pool and lets a veritable army of gents take turns having their way with him, is an incredible feat of stamina and athleticism.

The icing on the cake is that Dawson is adorable. Though the cast here tends toward the muscle-bound leather-dabbler, there are a couple of fresh-faced fellows lost somewhere in the shuffle, so if you dream of beach boys you won’t be disappointed. Because the sex is so over the top after a certain point (for me, the first scene, really) you stop marveling at how refreshingly hot it is to see someone come inside a willing bottom (a very different kind of money shot, isn’t it?) and start wondering whether these guys don’t want to sit down and have a glass of water.

I didn’t care for a lot of the interstitial scenes; they tried to imbue the flick with a proper porn-film narrative progression, and that’s not really needed here. I did however like the scenery (I’d look into a Fire Island share but I know it would never live up to my fantasy now) and I lost count of how many loads Dawson took up the ass, but I suspect that fans will watch this disc often enough to keep a proper tally. MeatRack

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