All young human males have always been homosexual pin-up boys with huge, engorged cocks, hair gel, and velvety gymned bodies. That's what beautiful time travelers Steel and O'Connel learn when a magic canoe takes them back to five earlier eras where they party with the poles and holes of cavemen, a Roman emperor, a Middle Ages fop, a Renaissance lord, and all the inhabitants of a wild West cantina (in an eightway started by Tom Cruise look-alike Sem spinning a tequila bottle). They and the six youths who play all their sex-partners are (there's no other word for it) peachy. Iresch's photography brings out the golden bloom on massive muscles, vast penises, and tiny anuses. Dan Komar's script cleverly keeps the dialogue to a minimum to allow the scrumptious cast to save their mouths to use in other pursuits. Alex Tau's serious classical-style score helps alleviate some laughs that inevitably arise from the B-movie quality of certain sets and costumes, cool haircuts, and beardlessness. But you'll stop chuckling when those mammoth dicks shoot semen across the centuries onto ripped abdomens and split asses again and again and again.