Review

Brent Everett and his amazing washboard abs.

Things get off to a throbbing hot start as sharply suited coach Marcus Allen (a Freshman Magazine Freshman of the Year) gets his sturdy cock spit-shined and ass-clamped by pretty twink boy Robbie Angel.

From there we spy an eruptive interracial suck and poke between lithe, pale, wavy-haired cutie Matthew Matters and dark-featured Latino dream-puppy Sergio Anthony. And I do mean eruptive: when Matters gushes out a thick arcing stream that lands right on his fluffy mane, your mouth will water.

Brent Everett (left) and Holden Grey bookend their teammates.

Next up is a slam-bang show-stopping six-man locker room orgy during which solid bats of man-wood get devoured and pink yawning poke-holes get teased probed and pounded. Among the accoutrement: some jaw-cramming double suck action; sweaty, piggish pit-sniffing and ass-munching; some extreme finger, palm and dildo-play; a torrent of spurt boy milk (watch for sexy Holden Grey’s intense and impressively copious effusion); and brace yourselves for the whetting sight (and, consequently, the wetting sight) of compact hottie Brent Everett, the ripped, smooth, spiky-haired Freshman Magazine Freshman of the Year model who’s got a killer set of washboard abs and who wields a thick up-curved tool that would likely look as over-sized on even a taller and beefier dude.

Commence drooly gawping.

After that orgiastic stretch, the final inning is a bit of a let-down, despite the presence of uncircumcised nouveaux punk hottie Owen Hawk, who I’ve decided is far sexier when he keeps his squeaky voice muted. Coach Blake puts a deep throat-squeeze on Owen’s pulsing prod and exquisitely eats out his fuzzy pink pucker hole. Then, in a sloppy bit of editing, Owen takes a brief taste of Blake’s noodle before abruptly cutting to Owen fucking Blake doggie style.

Coach Theo Blake, player Robbie Angel and coach Marcus Allen.

This leads to some dildo play, during which Owen retrieves a jumbo black toy from a locker and administers the dark rubbery torpedo to Coach Blake’s gaping hole. No explanation, however, for why we get a post-cumshot pared-down flashback/repeat of the dildo scene, along with a deja-vu of the spurt shot. Somebody wake up the editor! Other than these obvious editing hiccups, the production is stylishly shot and scored and the action is otherwise four-star fierce.

Little Big League packs innings and innings worth of cum-soaked naughtiness. The only way this juicy jock-fest could possibly be any hotter is if it came packaged with scratch-and-sniffs of the boys’ sweaty jockstraps. Play [with your] ball[s]!

 -- Beef Stroganoff