Once the movie has started, you can't click back to the main menu. In twink-director Afton Nills' 69th feature, the lads are, if possible, even creamier than before, and the close-ups of enormous cocks in tiny holes are like widescreen angel food (in delightfully sheer condoms). In addition to the cast's delectable tits and poles and holes, there's a story of sorts about sports betting. The sex is not on that big hotel bed you're used to in Nills' twink-a-thons, but in offices and showers and a jail, even in an alley over a noisy shopping cart! It's fun to see the twinkies say "fuck" and act tough. It might remind you of that all-kid gangster movie, Bugsy Malone, although it is not certain that one of these hard-working honeys will win two Oscars. The contrast between their acting and their fucking reminds you of the eternal magical mystery of twinks: Under that silly hair and funny underwear is all that fantastic boner and butthole! In addition to six story scenes, there are 35 minutes of the little lovelies blowing lines, six minutes of a cutie fixing his faux-hawk (which makes him look like a baby chicken) and two mouthwatering minutes more of one of the fuck scenes. By the way, when looking at the screen-grabs slideshow, run your cursor over the image to see the "next" button.

RETAILING: Duh. Beautiful boys, creamy cock-sucking and butt-fucking, and a sports-betting plot.