It's all about the faces, bodies and crotches of the twinks, as the cameraperson knows, for once he's established where they are (by a fireplace fucking, in a chair jacking, in bed reading), he zeroes in on close-ups of lips, tits, navels, cock. The boys are beautiful in many ways. Broad-shouldered, long-haired Martyn, without being in the least effeminate, is like some open, friendly, American East Coast college girl. Paulus, a slender, crewcut bottle-blond, seems almost a source of light, like a paper lantern. Chestnut-eyed Smith will look like Harrison Ford when he grows up. Blond Reed looks like Peter Berlin before he grew up. Pale. Hot-eyed Cooper looks like the secretly passionate tyrant of the dorm. Copperfield with his waving bangs looks like the school scamp. Big Owan looks like 1940s star Victor Mature. Blond Brawer looks like 21st century idol Brad Pitt. Reddish-blond Lopes looks snotty but isn't. Small-eyed Taylor looks dumb, but knows where to dive for a mouthful of Lopes' tit. And so on. The Owan/Brawer scene stands out because of the extreme beauty of the models and the romantic older/younger fantasy. But all six scenes are bright, close-up studies of moist mouths and assholes attached to ravishing bodies.

RETAILING: Amazing cast of good-looking twinks treated right by cameraperson.