Title: What I Can't See Studio: Treasure Island Media Director: Paul Morris Cast: Ty Dalton, Big Ken, RJ Parker Genres:: Gay, Anal, Oral Condoms: No Reviewer: Daniel Kelly

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What I Can’t See aims to capture the anonymity of one bottom, identified only as “Slut Boy,” as he is topped bareback by 25 guys. We don’t learn his name, we don’t see several of the faces of the men screwing him, we never see him out of his blindfold. All we can see is that he’s got a smooth body and a great hairless ass. Unfortunately, we just don’t get enough close-ups of the penetration by all these men, or any real evidence that they’ve cum up his ass.

Slut Boy looks best when he is on all fours with his head and ass in the air, his back arched, and a bearded bear rimming him and then pounding him, then rimming him some more, etc. And he likes it! He wiggles his butt hungrily at the attention, arching his back further. However the best footage of penetration comes from a big guy with a big cock who enters Slut Boy doggy style and then begins to twirl his body over Slut Boy while still in him, until he has completely fucked him 360 degrees round. VERY hot.

By far the worst part for me is the country folk song serenading viewers when the movie starts. Trying to focus on the sex while listening to what sounds like it could be the soundtrack to Deliverance is just plain disturbing and a real turnoff. Thankfully, it goes away by the time Slut Boy begins sucking off his first hairy cock. And man is it a great oral scene, as he uses both fist and mouth to pleasure the top. Little did I expect for one of my favorite moments in an anal gang bang movie to be an oral scene. And little did I expect for there to be no scenes showing cum oozing out of Slut Boy’s asshole. We never really know that he has actually been used as a receptacle.

Then there is the added bonus footage of two straight men. It seems to be a distraction to keep us from becoming bored by the lackluster gang bang. There is separate footage of two gorgeous straight men soloing, interspersed suddenly between footage of the gang bang. First time they appear, each muscle stud is shown showering—one is an all-American pretty boy type with a shaved body, the other is a grungy looking dude with lots of tattoos. The director does some uninteresting chatting with the grunge guy as he dries off. Later, more footage pops up of these two masturbating, but it doesn’t have the same raunchy tone of the rest of the film. It should have been tagged to the end of the film or included as bonus footage in the menu.

What I Can’t See had a great premise: one Slut Boy being anonymously screwed by 25 different men. Unfortunately, few of the anal scenes impress, we never see any evidence of anyone actually cumming, there is no continuous flow of the action, so you don’t get the sense of it being an actual gang bang rather than a variety of different sex scenes, and to break up the monotony even more, there is anacronous footage of two straight men masturbating inserted. Maybe the title should have been changed to “What They Didn’t Show.”