Review

And remember, we gave Skateboard Sliders “Four Stars”, too.

Taggers is director Phil St. John’s third film about youth culture (also check out his amazing Getting it at the Rave), which means he’s either discovered a huge niche market and is gonna milk it for all it’s worth, or he’s in the midst of a really bad midlife crisis.

Taggers are hoodlums who do graphic artworks with spray paint. You know, it used to be called graffiti until some pony-tailed ponce at the New York Review of Books renamed it an urban artform. The young models here are all stunning and frankly, filthier than a lot of their older counterparts. I’m sure Michael Brandon’s probably flounced off set saying, “I’m not having two up there, thank you very much.” But St. John is a very nurturing sort of pervert and his performers tend to appreciate it, loosening up more - and some loosening up more than others, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Blonde cutie cover model Brennan plays a wannabee tagger, desperate to be part of Vandal’s Gang, a bunch of thugs so tough Betty Boop could probably take them with one bitchslap. Still, he wants in, and fantasizes about the leader Vandal, played by deliciously dark newcomer Gura. He imagines spying on the horsedicked stud being serviced by two cumpuppy taggers (blonde Parker and donkey-donged Sizemore). They tongue worship Gura’s hairy body (whose cock is already wrapped in a condom - por que?) who lets out with some frankly filthy Spanish sweet-nothings before putting that rubber to good use and thrusting in and out of twinkie-du-jour Parker who is already choking on Sizemore’s monster sausage. We don’t have to wait long for the first of St. John’s trademark double penetrations: Parker takes both Gura and Sizemore like a professional, riding up and down on the two greasy poles that are so big just one would scare off an anal-virgin!

The gang isn’t that nasty really, and Brennan works at Gura’s surfpunk paintshop. (They may have disrespect for property, but they’re healthy capitalists, really.) He stumbles upon some erotic pictures of our menacing leader; luckily, delivery man Holloway is on hand to provide some oral relief. (Duuudddde!) Holloway gets his ass fingered (in a loving close-up so clear you’ll want to lick the screen) before their hot tonguing session leads to both blowing their juicy wads over each other’s crotches.

It’s back to dreaming for sleeping beauty and this time Gura is fucking Tyler - almost literally tearing his ass apart, both screaming in joy. The scenario changes and now Tyler is sling-bound, still getting shafted eight-ways till Sunday by the hot and sweaty stud, but also swallowing the uncut inches of muscular Latino Paco, who unleashes a splooge of sauce over young Tyler’s shaking, lip-smacking, eager young frame.

Taggers are also “dope sexy fucks” (whatever that means) and Brennan can’t wait for that night’s “Bust In” - an initiation ceremony. Sexy m.f. Fox can’t make it, so he celebrates early by taking cute brunette Bastian to the sewer where the two can get a little better acquainted, undisturbed. Bastian drops to his knees choking on what sly Fox feeds him - and its ok that Bastian can’t swallow it fully; the kid does his best and Fox is huge, after all. But the sewer isn’t as empty as they thought and the dirty talk of the tagger shaggers attracts the attentions of lurker Walker.

Unlike the similar scene in Skateboard Sliders he doesn’t join in, preferring to strip (revealing a cool horned-skull tattooed chest) and megatool that he beats slowly and surely, getting off seeing Fox stretch Bastian’s tight white hole until it’s big enough to accommodate every inch of Fox’s ass-slapping attentions. Joining Walker is Starck, and though neither touches the other you can tell both are getting off beating their meats in front of each other, and enjoying the sight of Fox’s energetic conquering of the young dude’s hind-quarters. “Give it to me” Bastian demands before shooting his jizz over his dark heavy balls. Fox then covers the appreciative (and noisy) kid’s chest with his spray of punk-spunk.

It’s time for the bust-in and the guests of honor are Brennan and Weber - this is my sort of initiation ceremony. Back in the sewer, an orgy is in full swing and it’s so hot you’ll be whacking your own packet again and again. Gura oversees the event, getting a great suck-session from hunky West, who gets that big uncut burrito so hot he turns around and rides it like a man insane. Across from them there’s a six-man cum-slam in progress as the newcomers prove their oral skins to dirty-blonde Sage, Logan, Benson and the older, not-exactly-gorgeous but-hung-like-an-elephant so-it-doesn’t-matter Golden. The sucking drives them all into a frenzy, each becoming an interchangeable pair of lips on cock after cock. (Even the music’s hot here!)

Logan breaks the suckathon by having his ass pounded by Benson and Sage before Gura orders the novices to suck each of the dudes in turn, both doing great jobs as their naked bodies are “tagged” by spray-paint. OK - blood poising issues? Who cares, because it’s getting Gura hot, and us even hotter, especially when Benson rides Sage, then gets DP’ed when mutant-cocked Golden rubbers up and forces his cock in there, too. Amazingly Benson can take it all, and the unbridled saturnalia gets Gura to lead the guys in a fountain of creamy ooze that serves as a baptismal for the new guys. And that stuff just keeps on coming and coming. I guess one of the gang rules is to eat as much protein as possible!

Gura takes pity on Brennan and invites him back to his place (surprisingly normal, confirming my belief that every rebel secretly desires conformity) and in a very romantic, sensuous sequence, cleans the tagger’s paint from the trembling young initiate’s body. The two caress before lying on the bed and kissing passionately, their cut and uncut cocks rubbing together. Gura surprisingly moves into sixty-nine position - sucking his first cock - and is actually pretty good at swallowing the blonde kid’s pipe. These two prove their porn potential with a fuck that is both animalistic and romantic, causing a lump to appear in my throat as well as in my pants!

Gura is a beast as he thrusts (speaking Spanish throughout) in and out of receptive Brennan’s tight mantwat and their hummingbird-rhythmic fuck is slowed down for us to savor every frame. When Gura shoots his mess on his partner you’ll know he’s enamored, and Brennan has become the tagger’s new bitch. “You can make your dreams come true. Especially if you’re a tagger,” he sums up.

Flaws? Not many. The pace is great, though the camerawork is a bit rough around the edges but somehow that makes it all better. My only complaint? Throw in another scene. Make it longer.

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