The cover seems to promise an African-American college farce, but what we get are six mattress-in-a-corner all-action sex scenes - and a nice corner it is, too, in each scene a differently-colored background for brown bodies from twink to stud. Taking full advantage of limited means, the director, photographer, and editor create a kaleidoscope of cocoa cocks and cornholes (so clean-cut that floppy, sloppy balls are a surprise) on a butter-colored background, or caramel on red, or chocolate on plum, or cinnamon on stripes. In each scene (four fourways, a trio, and a duo) the guys hop right to using each other for oral, anal, digital, and phallic pleasure. At times they get so bent around each other searching for something to lick, poke, or jack that they resemble science-fiction creatures, delightfully dehumanized. No personalities, just plumbing. Sound is limited to sucks, slurps, grunts, and an occasional, "Ah, shit, eat that ass," with no noisy histrionics during coming. Cocks are big. There is abundant fucking, including some lush sandwich-fucks. One youth briefly fucks himself. But emphasis is on mouth and ass, even the asses of guys who are fucking. One man just holds his tongue still, and a fucker's asshole hits it again and again. There are several lovely rim-chains.

Retailing: Ethnic shelf. Recommend for six scenes, clean photography, and large cast of sexy men.