The film opens with Dawson (the smiling guy on the cover) walking on the beach and writing Treasure Island presents and The Meat Rack in the wet sand. As all know, The Meat Rack is chosen cruising ground on Fire Island. Its been the setting for manynow sixof Michael Lucas super films. But comparing this foray into tedium with the films of Lucas would be like comparing a Michelangelo sculpture to a childs creation out of silly putty. Dawson is not unattractive and theres a skinny hairy dude known as Little Joe (did his parents watch Bonanza?) who is rather sexy. But if the rest of the cast appeared on Bravos new show about people and their dogs it would be hard to tell the owners from the mutts. This film proves beyond any doubt that just because guys are fucking bareback it doesnt make for a hot film. It takes much more than that. A good director, videographer and editor are essential requirements. This film seems aimless. The camera shakes and sometimes intrudes into scenes. The editing is a mess. Guys pop into scenes like characters from Bewitched.