WARNING!
Distributor | Released | Length |
---|---|---|
Sarava Productions | 2003 | 105 |
Description source: promotional material
Shot in an actual hockey stadium, AMBASSADORS OF THE ICE tells the story of an ice professional hockey team, and how they initiate rookies into their ranks. This is one damn hot video! This Hungarian production that has it all; great locations, ten hunky, uncut men, HOT sex, plus state of the art production values that rival the worlds best studios!
Following an opener that sets the tone, the guys practicing on the ice in a real hockey rink, hot studs Ed Burton and Daniel Kilmer show that there's more than one way to make the team. In the locker room, they show off their ripe suckable nipples, and Daniel is gifted with a very long cock that juts out from beneath a nice treasure trail. Daniel and Ed trade wet blows, then Daniel tongues Ed's tasty-looking hole. Daniel plows Ed missionary on a weight bench as Ed's uncut cock bobs over his belly, Daniel then flips him over and shoves his dick in from behind. The intense screwing ends with Daniel pulling out of Ed's ass and shooting cum all over Ed's thick quads. Ed follows with a shot that sprays all over Daniel's hairy thigh. They end with a very passionate kiss.
A three-way between Jeremy Sheldon, Brian Wels and Tony Magera is a jostling-and-slamming poke-check fantasy come to life. They get going right on the ice with the guys wearing full hockey uniform gear. Soon the hockey sticks are all but forgotten, and, they fuck right on the surface of the ice. Even better, they keep their helmets and part of their gear. All three blow massive loads: Jeremy, who has been fucking Brian from behind, pulls out, fires a gusher of juice all over Brian's buff backside, Brian follows with his cum, and Tony shoots last -- a big, wet, dripping load that just oozes from the head of his uncut dick
Following a grueling workout, four sweaty players return to the locker room and strip. Two of the men, Kevin Elliott and Steve Hogan, stay behind as Rob Nelson and Alan Williams head for the showers. Kevin lets boy-toy Steve suck his cock. Rob and Alan, can't help but get in on the action, rejoin them. The four dudes use each other's hot bodies in a myriad of ways, starting with side-by-side suck-offs. The fucking begins, using benches for easier asshole access, Kevin penetrates Steve's bubble-butt from behind as Rob rides Alan, his long uncut dick dangling above the action. Bottoms and tops change partners, Kevin fucking Rob as Alan shoves his dick into Steve. Then, one by one, they all deliver huge jets of cum.
In a shower room, George Vidanov teams up with Daniel Kilmer and Jeremy Sheldon. George, Daniel and Jeremy get started with kisses that lead to rock-hard erections. George goes down on Jeremy's beautiful dick as Daniel jacks his cock and watches. George trades off, tasting the two cocks, as Jeremy and Daniel kiss. George first gets his furry hole speared from behind by Jeremy. While Jeremy is thrusting away, George sucks Daniel's erection. George sits on Jeremy's amazingly erect dick, and then goes sidesaddle and doggy for a good fucking from Daniel. Daniel is the first to blow, his load dripping all over George's back, then George's explodes, and finally, Jeremy lets loose a major gusher of cum as he continues to stroke his uncut dick as it jets out.
Ready to puck?
Besides the fact that it strives for realism -- these studs don't just fuck in the locker room, they actually do get out on the rink and play hockey -- director Tom Bradford's "Ambassadors of the Ice" delivers in every way. These Eastern European puck-pushers are drop-dead gorgeous, the sex sizzles, the videography is superb, and the ice hockey theme is used to full advantage.
Following an opener that sets the tone, the guys practicing on the ice in a real hockey rink, hot studs Ed Burton and Daniel Kilmer show that there's more than one way to make the team. In the locker room, they show off their ripe suckable nipples, and Daniel is gifted with a very long cock that juts out from beneath a nice treasure trail. Daniel and Ed trade wet blows, then Daniel tongues Ed's tasty-looking hole. Daniel plows Ed missionary on a weight bench as Ed's uncut cock bobs over his belly, Daniel then flips him over and shoves his dick in from behind. The action nicely captured from close-ups from below. The intense screwing ends with Daniel pulling out of Ed's ass and shooting cum all over Ed's thick quads (all that skating develops great legs). Ed follows with a shot that sprays all over Daniel's hairy thigh. They end with a very passionate kiss.
A three-way between Jeremy Sheldon, Brian Wels and Tony Magera is a jostling-and-slamming poke-check fantasy come to life. They get going right on the ice with the guys wearing full hockey uniform gear. Soon the hockey sticks are all but forgotten, though, and jockstraps are plundered for treasure, lowered for blows, and amazingly (with the use of mats for protection), they fuck right on the surface of the ice. Even better, they keep their helmets and part of their gear, including their shin guards, on as they face off. All three blow massive loads: Jeremy, who has been fucking Brian from behind, pulls out, fires a gusher of juice all over Brian's buff backside, Brian follows with his cum, and Tony shoots last -- a big, wet, dripping load that just oozes from the head of his uncut dick. Amazingly, the ice doesn't melt.
Following a grueling workout, four sweaty players return to the locker room and strip. Two of the men, Kevin Elliott and Steve Hogan, stay behind as Rob Nelson and Alan Williams head for the showers. Kevin, who has a wonderfully defined physique, lets boy-toy Steve suck his cock, and Steve's bluer-than-blue eyes and long sexy eyelashes look great as he looks up at Kevin, his mouth stuffed full of cock. Rob and Alan, who can't help but get in on the action, rejoin them. With jerseys, pads, helmets and other sports equipment strewn about (you can practically smell the sweaty jockstraps), the four dudes use each other's hot bodies in a myriad of ways, starting with side-by-side suck-offs. The fucking begins, using benches for easier asshole access, Kevin penetrates Steve's bubble-butt from behind as Rob rides Alan, his long uncut dick dangling above the action. Bottoms and tops change partners, Kevin fucking Rob as Alan shoves his dick into Steve. Then, one by one, they all deliver huge jets of cum.
In a shower room, George Vidanov, one of my favorite bottoms in all of gay porn, teams up with Daniel Kilmer and Jeremy Sheldon. (George, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways. It's enough that George has boyish good looks, a tight body covered with downy golden fur, and an ass that could inspire poetry. The fact that he is also an accomplished bottom is icing on the cake, or cakes in George's case.) George, Daniel and Jeremy get started with kisses that lead to rock-hard erections. George goes down on Jeremy's beautiful dick as Daniel jacks his cock and watches. George trades off, tasting the two cocks, as Jeremy and Daniel kiss. George first gets his furry hole speared from behind by Jeremy, who moans as if it's the best thing he's ever felt around his dick. While Jeremy is thrusting away, George sucks Daniel's erection. George sits on Jeremy's amazingly erect dick, and then goes sidesaddle and doggy for a good fucking from Daniel. Daniel is the first to blow, his load dripping all over George's back, then George's explodes, and finally, Jeremy lets loose a major gusher of cum as he continues to stroke his uncut dick as it jets out.
DVD features: Dolby digital sound; the full-length feature; interactive menus; a scene-by-scene chapter breakdown; and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Martin Cox
Now that hockey has become as popular an international sport as baseball or soccer, it was inevitable that the world of the stick and the puck would find its way into adult films. Released by Kristen Bjorn's Sarava Productions, the work is entitled Ambassadors of the Ice, and it is an impressive first effort from director Tom Bradford and his videographer Alexander Gray, both of whom first worked in the industry as assistants to the Hungarian director, Csaba Borbely. Here they step out on their own, bringing with them a number of hotties from Borbely's Eastern European stable. Exquisitely photographed and energetically performed, the four-scene production boasts a mix of new and familiar faces, the most arresting of which is a promising new hunk named Jeremy Shelton.
Built around a simple but sturdy screenplay by Bradford, Ambassadors tells the tale of two youths (Shelton and Borbely veteran Brian Wels) who are recruited to train with a pro hockey team, though only one of them will be hired. The film, narrated by Shelton, opens with a monologue in which he speaks of his love for the game, discusses the tension of competition and hints that "things happen behind these stadium walls that no one I mean no one can ever fathom!" His face, that of a butch cherub, is as camera-ready as one could ever imagine, and his ease in front of the lens is amazing. A natural born flirt, he has totally charmed the viewer by the time he ends his soliloquy with the sly observation that "Real friendship between men is like an iceberg. You only see the tip of it."
The viewer has to wait a while to see beneath the tip of his iceberg, however, for the first sex scene focuses on the other rookie (Wels). In the weight room, he tells the coach (wiry, older Daniel Kilmer), "I'd do anything to be a part of this team." In seconds, tongues are dueling and pelvises are grinding, crotch to crotch. Wels' sexual arousal has never seemed more real, and Kilmer is an uninhibited animal who devours the rookie's uncut cock and gobbles his ass like a pig at a trough. In time, he plows into Wels in three different positions on a weight bench before both drop their loads and melt into a fadeout clinch. Both the oral and the anal action is intense; Kilmer's raunch rap and their eye contact enhance the heat; and if the scene goes on a bit too long, this is a criticism that can be leveled against each episode of the film. Ambassadors would be even more arousing if it were comprised of five shorter episodes instead of the four lengthy ones it now contains.
Happily, the action focuses on Shelton in the next scene, which takes place at the goalie's cage on the rink itself, where two members of the team (Borbely veterans blond Tony Magera and brunet Ed Burton) offer to give the rookie a tip or two. When he says, "Show me," that is exactly what they do. A willing learner, Shelton glides eagerly from one to the other in a series of open-mouthed kisses and proudly whips out his stiff erection for Magera to suck. His handsome face lights up at the sensations, and when he kneels to reciprocate, he dives right in with instinctual skill, never letting go of his own cock, pounding himself in fervid counterpoint to his avid sucking.
The anal action begins with Magera riding Burton, who is flat on his back on the ice, but the high point of the scene is Shelton's standing fuck into Magera. His long, muscular legs spread wide, his rock-hard cock pistoning with primal force, Shelton is like a dog in heat. And when he explodes, he delivers the most propulsive money shot of the day. But perhaps the most ingenious aspect of the scene is that not one of the three removes his helmet or uniform throughout. We see tantalizing glimpses of Shelton's ass under his jersey, but by the end of the scene we have still not seen his chest, arms or the color of his hair. But, oh, that face! This is directorial prick-teasing of the first order.
In the third sequence, set in the cluttered locker room, four of the teammates -- goateed Steve Hogan (aka Matthew Sakk), stocky Kevin Elliott, butch bottom Rob Nelson and blond top Alan Williams (aka Andrew Kabat) -- strip down. After discussing the two rookies and the traditional sexual initiations they face, Hogan comes on to Elliott, and in a whisk the two pairs are going at it on facing benches. The camera waltzes between the two couples, and all four men slobber their way through some high-energy sucking. (It's the first time we've ever seen tradey Williams put a cock in his mouth.) The fucking -- especially Elliott's drilling of Hogan -- is energetic but impersonal, and as a result, this is the most pro forma scene in the film. Midway through, the two tops switch partners, and Hogan delivers the best money shot of the scene.
Fortunately, Shelton is back for the finale, which is set in the showers. Here, he is pitted against coach Kilmer and the team captain (that international sexdog George Vidanov). Concerned that he is too cocky and selfish to be a real team player, they test him out, and Shelton -- now gloriously naked -- quickly dispels their doubts.
Shelton is a compliant, even aggressive participant, pasting long kisses on each and offering up his well-defined body and rigid hard-on for extensive slathering. But he is also quick to reciprocate and is soon on his knees servicing them, frequently stuffing both into his mouth at once while they kiss above him. Before long, he effortlessly penetrates Vidanov standing doggie, then sprawls on his back on the floor for Vidanov to sit on his cock and ride it like a pogo stick. Before our very eyes, the cleancut jock becomes a sex icon of the first order. Eventually, he is content to watch the other two fuck while he strokes his own meat to a four-streamer ejaculation that is best of show. Find out for yourself who is ultimately asked to join the team, but there is a nice twist ending.
Ambassadors on Ice has a lot going for it, most particularly director Bradford's ability to guide these mostly straight-identified performers past the breeder barrier to performances that seem genuinely enthusiastic toward man-to-man sex, something that Borbely all too often fails to do. The film is also vibrantly lensed -- the color and clarity are as good as it gets, and the use of a jib makes the camera soar in ways that translate the kinetics of sex into arousing visual images. (Also, the English subtitles are never clumsy or laughable.) The film's greatest asset, though, is the magnificent Mr. Shelton, who was clearly born to be a skin star.
- Jerry Douglas