Team Players: Gay Erotic Video Index

From ManNet

The minute "Team Players" was in my mitts, I searched through my dresser drawer and pulled out my lucky jockstrap. Grabbing my baseball cap, I suited up and dug in, ready to play ball with Chris Ward's homage to baseball. Don't get me wrong -- having a well-worn, favorite jock to wear isn't required to fully appreciate this film, but damned if it didn't make me feel like part of the team.
Why is my jock lucky? Let's just say that the stud I pinched it from was an incredible lay. He also bore a strange resemblance to J.D. Kollin, the firecracker who assures that this movie is a homerun. And if J.D. nabs only half the ass I do when I wear my lucky jock, he's a very busy lad indeed. He's also first at bat here, sinking to his knees in the dugout to blow uncut Manuel Torres while his teammates are standing a few feet away.
It bears mentioning that this was filmed, in large part, in, on and around an actual baseball field, albeit a local community one. While J.D. is giving head, afternoon sunlight creates natural shadows on his face and hands, summer bugs are zipping about, and in the distance, we hear an actual game in progress. Forget the cheesy soundtrack -- every bird, summertime cry and every natural sex slurp is what you hear. I couldn't figure out if it was the way J.D. gives head or if Manuel's cock was just appealing all on its own. Something makes this blowjob come across as incredibly erotic. J.D.'s mischief starts a chain reaction, and within a matter of moments, the entire team is either blowing someone or getting head. They crowd in a tight circle, doing their best to conceal their very public sex from the folks milling around mere near the mound, mere yards away. The team puts Brad Davis in the center where he takes one facial after another.
Poor Pete Ross somehow managed to scrape up his ass during all that dugout horseplay. Down in the locker room, J.D. is more than willing to ease the pain. Even though J.D. passes off the encroaching gay sex as experimentation done on the sly, this skillful fucker has had more practice than he lets on. He expertly wraps himself around Pete, his hot kisses the perfect warm-up. J.D.'s electric voice and steady stream of verbal filth keep Pete very interested and achingly alert. If you can tear your eyes from J.D.'s chest and sculpted arms, check out his prick, snake-like in the way that it curves down and then slightly up. Some armpit worship gives way to a hearty rimjob, J.D. soothing Pete's damaged rear with some wet, sloppy tongue therapy. And eventually their jockstraps have to come off when the fucking begins. J.D. tops with aplomb, pumping Ross's ass with unique flair. When J.D. sits on Pete's face and his honey starts to squirt, Pete erupts vociferously. Watching Pete get off forces J.D. to blow a second time.
Driving home from batting practice, Tan Bender makes the mistake of coming on to the ever-horny Jacob Slader. Moments after Tan offers his teammate a crack at his ass, Jacob pulls the car off the road and devours him. Jacob takes the lead, stripping down completely next to the abandoned car, letting Tan savor his long rod. I'll never tire of Jacob's thick and lovely prick. No matter who's enjoying it at the moment, this is one cock that never loses its visual appeal. Fucking in the back of the minivan, it's easy to see why the hatchback was invented. Tan is submissive, letting Jacob master him completely. Several times during their anal session, Jacob roughly grabs Tan by the hip joints and moves him into better position before digging back into Tan's gaping hole. Tan is a leaker, thin strands of juice creating a fine web between his cock and his belly.
Back in the locker room, Manuel Torres, a Latin hombre with a gorgeous prick is approached by a persistent Hunter James. Manuel dives into Hunter's crotch, spending long moments sucking Hunter off until he gets off. Boy-next-door Derrick Hanson stumbles into the locker room soon after Manuel has finished. After some coy eye contact, Manuel somehow manages to get Derrick on his knees. Derrick savors the cock, teasing the foreskin with his tongue and fingers until Manuel feels the need to reciprocate. I don't often rhapsodize about a man's hair, but Manuel has naturally curly locks framing his face, giving him a certain Italian Renaissance sensibility. Couple that with his sexy hairy chest and full cock bush, and you've got yourself a well-coiffed top man. Before Manuel tops Derrick, though, he chows down on his ass, enjoying some serious crack snackin'. Things get into full swing as they crawl atop an equipment locker to fuck, Derrick squatting over Manuel, using his dick to get off. Derrick, ever the accommodating bottom, spreads his cheeks and shows hole, giving Manuel just the visual he needs to blow his wad.
It seems that blowjobs are happening all over the training facility. While Manuel and Derrick are engaged, Andy Dill, another furry fellow, is getting head from Brad Davis in the weight room. Brad doesn't let the awkward equipment get in his way. No indeed, it's a challenge to suck his trainer atop and underneath the metal bars pressed tight against his forehead. The pair gets quite comfortable on the weight bench and manages to fuck in one of the most creative positions I've seen to date. Just as they're really picking up the pace, the sound of flesh on flesh brings the team running. Soon Jacob Slader is rimming and fucking Hunter near Andy and Brad. Each duo spies on the other, at times their rhythms matching stroke for stroke. Of the four, Brad is the surprise cum whore, panting and begging for Jacob and Hunter's loads, all but licking his fingers when all is said and done. Andy doesn't quite make it to Brad's mouth, his scum missing its target and flying between Brad's legs.
"Team Players" is a film to watch with the sound up and the remote down. Missing the boisterous sex noise or the more subtle moments of intimacy between the players here would be a shame. And the oral cum-shots are simply not to be missed because they're simply spectacular. No doubt J.D. Kollin scores most consistently for director Chris Ward. His is one jockstrap I wouldn't mind adding to my personal collection.
DVD features: Chapters; trailers ("SexGaymes: And the Winner Is ..." and "Up the Stakes"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent

From GayVideoDad

Some of my earliest gay fantasies involved locker room action with baseball players, so it was a pleasure to see that the folks at Raging Stallion have released a baseball-themed video. To me, baseball players are the most versatile athletes, having to run, throw, jump, catch and hit. And in Team Players, the cast gets to show off its versatility in even more interesting ways!
The film starts with the team in the dugout during an actual game, and in several shots, you can clearly see action on the field as the team engages in an all-out oral frenzy just yards away. These guys just can't wait to do some pitching and catching on the field, so when soft-furred Manuel Torres pulls out his bat, Jacob Slader just has to give it a spit-polish shine. Slader gets Torres good and hard, but his meat is so large it can't help but hang a bit low under it's own weight.
Blonds Hunter James and Pete Ross take over the oral duties, and Slader jacks off on Ross' jersey. Torres shoots a long spurt into Brad Davis' mouth, and Davis licks off each ensuing bead of jizz at it appears. Davis sucks James while Ross jacks off and eats his own cum. Ross and Davis take turns on James' cock, with Ross finally bringing him off.
Later, in the locker room, Pete Ross and cover-hottie JD Kollin are talking about their girlfriends when Kollin makes a successful pass at Ross. In a great bit of acting, Ross has to admit he's done this before after masterfully swallowing Kollin's entire tool. Kollin has all-American good looks, with furry legs, chest fur and a perfect but not overdone physique.
Kollin loves ordering Ross around and fucks him in a variety of positions on the bench. Director Ward has a nice touch here, placing some fencing between the camera and the action, and that makes the scene even more interesting to watch. After Ross begs Kollin to fuck him harder, Kollin finishes with a no-hands cummer, leaving a long stream of cum that stretches from his thigh all the way down onto Ross' neck and chest. Ross' body stiffens as his cock engorges and ejects his spunk. Kollins makes a comeback with a quickly worked out second load.
Slader returns in the next scene, with newcomer Tan Bender. They're in a van, and when Bender tells Slader that he'd like to be fucked, Slader pulls the van over and obliges him. The green-eyed bender has trouble getting more than half of Slader's big rod down his throat, and the only way that Slader can achieve full penetration is to fuck Bender's ass.
Bender's dick is so hard, it looks ready to shoot at the onset of the fuck. He's obviously enjoying himself but doesn't do much but lay back and let Slader fuck him. Slader gives an energetic screw and makes the most of his considerable talent. By this time, Bender's hard prick has grown even bigger, and his wide-open piss slit streams with pre-cum. His balls completely withdraw, and he releases a dripper. In contrast, Slader cums in a long jet of white-hot jizz.
Manuel Torres is my personal Latin fantasy -- swarthy, soft skin, a hard body and chest fur like sable. Here he's stunned when blond Hunter James comes on to him. Soon both are naked to the waist, kissing and grinding their hard-ons against each others' uniforms. Torres buries his face into James' dirty blond pubes, does some good ballwork and then gives James' cock a four-star oral massage.
Ward works in a great underneath close-up here where you can see Torres' tongue please every nook, cranny and vein of James' rod. James can't hold back from releasing his load and leaves. Torres is left hanging until pinch-hitter Derrick Hanson arrives. Hanson is dark-haired, smooth, built, has pierced nips and just enough chin hair to tickle Torres' ballsac when deep-throating him. He also loves to shove his tongue piercing up Torres' piss slit, and Ward catches every detail of this action as well.
Torres gives Hanson a slow, intense butt-massage, then Hanson does slow, full squats on Torres' pinga. Hanson stands and works out jets of cum followed by an all-directions splasher. Torres' pre-cum squirts out and is followed by a nice long stream of cum.
In the final sequence, Andy Dill helps spot Brad Davis during some bench pressing. Davis can't help but mouth Dill's crotch during the workout and soon has Dill's jockstrap removed so he can lick his sweet nuts. Ward again works in a clever camera angle here, as we see the action through a gap in the weight set.
After more oral, which is punctuated with loud slurping sounds, the very verbal Dill tops Davis. He starts with a slow, teasing penetration, followed by heavy thrusting, fully inserted grinding and deep, fast jabs. As Davis is screaming to the edge of orgasm, Slader and James walk in. They figure they may as well join in, and Slader fucks the standing James as Dill keeps poking Davis.
Just as Slader starts dripping his jizz, Davis sits up and swallows the spasming cock to suck out all the ball juice that's left. James is next, and he dumps his load right into Davis' willing mouth. Dill erupts with white lava, and Davis catches as much of it as he can, using it for lube to bring himself off.
The entire cast is great, and Ward adds some clever directorial touches. Team Players is definitely worth viewing and has me eager for spring training already!

- Matt Woods

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