Eight okay twink solos (one dual) to what sounds like Las Vegas lounge- or elevator-music. "Did you see all the water on his dick?" one phone-twinks asks another about a cutie in their gym-class. They hang up and separately relieve their tension through big, pink, cut cocks. Canyon is a slim, banged cutie, Michaels a perky type with spiked hair. Their dicks (Michael's is pointed!) would displace a lot of water, but maybe blond Longway, of whom they're daydreaming, does pack bigger tackle. Next, cute crop-haired Thomas is playful and teasing. You get the feeling he'd really rather talk about his tiny tattoo ("Trust Only Thyself") than wank. By a fireside, Haze talks peroxided pal Sweet into trying it with a friend. It's easy to believe their claim that they've "never done this before," for they look in danger of hurting one another with stray knees and elbows as they try to strike sexy partner-poses. Big-eyed Greene frankly says, "I like showing off for the cameras," and proceeds to show his frail body, average dick, navel-ring, and huge, splashy load! Matter-of-fact Morris just dives right into his jeans and drags cock out. He has some of the intensity, though not the equipment, of a young Michael Soldier.

RETAILING: Eight okay solos for twink-fans who need a fix.