In widescreen London, skinny, fashionably scraggly-haired twinks meet on the streets, even in a cemetery, then go to luxurious apartments to strip down, get it on, and get it off. Director Booth loves every part of his cast. He gets as much of a thrill from a rimmer's wagging chin or a face-fuckee's lips as from big, spit-shiny cock-heads and scrumptious, eaten-open assholes. And he always pulls back from his crystal-clear close-ups to show the acrobatic tangles of long young arms and legs as one youth struggles to get stiff dick deeper into another. A final threeway starts slow, but wait, it gets gorgeously gross, with the middleman bent all out of shape to get gouged. Outstanding among Booth's bony beauties are tiny Trent, a totally aggressive bottom, and movie-star-handsome Francis, a scary street pick-up who uses yuppie Wilson's throat like it was made just to make a cock come. Pre-nom Best Videography.

RETAILING: Twink-lovers will dive for this British boy-butt winner.