WARNING!
Todd Winters
Eddie Stone
Distributor | Released | Length |
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Channel 1 Releasing | 2003 | 115 |
Chi Chi LaRue's "Take One for the Team" is a fun sports-themed romp. The football, wrestling, soccer and swimming togs are as much characters as the hunky cast members, and this fetishistic touch adds a lot of spice to the sex. In a locker room, pretty-boy Andel and handsome Todd Winters put on their massive football gear. They put it on? Shouldn't they be taking it off? Well, they teasingly deck themselves out in the pads and such, go out, toss the pigskin, and quickly return to take it all off. As blond Andel bends over to untie his shoe, Todd, with upswept dark hair, smacks his ass. "Is that all you got?" Andel dares and the two go off into some mighty hot kissing. The tight football pants don't hide engorged cocks and Todd even mock-fucks Andel, both still wearing their pants and shoulder pads. Andel gets to blow Todd, through the tight pants, and finally they toss aside the clothes so Andel can suck the cock for real. Andel gingerly blows the dick and attends to the balls, and then Todd blows Andel through the pants until getting the real cock. He has a far deeper throat for Andel's juicy piece and takes it all easily with his ruby-red lips. He whips his whole head, fluffy hair and all, around Andel's twitching dick. After Todd's excellent blowjob, Andel bends over, ass unclothed, and Todd fucks him for real. Their good amiable spirits continue through the fuck, where Todd wants to slide deeply into his ass. Todd is the spark here, making it look pretty and doing a fine job at the same time. Andel cums being fucked, and Todd removes his condom to squeeze his dick between Andel's cheeks to cum a big one. Buff tattooed Sean West and big-eyed Cody Scott are getting dressed for wrestling, and Sean even manages to get his singlet on over a gigantic hardon. They go to wrestle, but of course the tumbling is very suggestive and when Sean takes a lick at Cody's armpit the action is on. Following the theme, Cody blows through Sean's singlet and then gets to treat the uncut dick for real in quite a show. He has lots of fun at the foreskin and then attacks ravenously the hooking upward cock. They don't forget the singlets and find ways to involve them in the blowjob. He gets to spend a nice amount of time in Sean's pits, then Sean mock-fucks him through his yellow singlet. When Sean eats ass, it's for real, no material in the way. Cody has a perky white butt and Sean licks it mighty clean. Sean then blows Cody with the same springy fun before fucking him, the bottom growling eagerly as Sean ravages him with a steady knowing fuck. The fuck is forceful and Sean's dick fits absolutely perfectly into Cody's butt. They switch to a missionary fuck, so we can watch Cody pump his own hardness as he gets the good diving fuck. Sean gets harsher as he goes on until Cody, Sean's finger up his butt, blasts and Sean sprinkles on an already wet Cody. Apparently Todd is quite the athlete, because he's also in the soccer vignette, dressed in blue as boyish-faced-but-chiseled-bodied Toby O'Connor slaps on yellow, and lean blond Justin Wells slips into red. They kick the soccer ball around a bit and then head dejectedly home. Nothing cheers up the losing team until devilish Todd suggests a blowjob. He blows Justin through his shiny shorts as Toby tries to munch his way to Todd's ass through his shorts. Justin mock-blows Todd as Toby licks around Todd's chest and pits and then Toby mock-fucks Todd a bit as Todd starts the real blowing on Justin, delivering a wowing deep-throat on Justin's slender dick. Cutie Toby feels around Todd's crack and lets the other two lick his now-tasty fingers before finally getting to rim Todd's hairy butt, opening it wide for the camera and digging in heartily. Toby blows Todd through his shorts and then Justin gets to do the same, but with only the jockstrap this time. Todd's full dick is finally released for Justin as Todd does the through-the-jock routine on Toby. Justin gives Todd a spiffy interested blowjob to match the one he received from Todd, who is now blowing Toby with the same excitement. Toby then deep-throats Todd's big dick while the other two look on lustfully. Justin comes to share with the greedy Toby, a highlight of the scene. Justin eats Todd's ass and seemingly finds it as tasty as Toby did. Todd fucks Justin, who sucks Toby, the latter looking grandly muscular as he gets worshipped orally. Justin has a tight butt and Todd grinds his way into a frisky fuck that keeps the bottom happy. Toby then gets fucked by Todd missionary, egging on Todd while Justin sits above his face and strokes himself. Todd's fuck of Toby is more exciting, mainly because Toby is really into getting plugged. They all sit side-by-side to cum, each one soiling his soccer shorts as he pops. Jason Ridge and Eddie Stone, two incredibly gorgeous brunets, are swimming champs being lauded and photographed with their medals by the press. Alone in the locker room, Jason, who happens to possess the sexiest of eyes, taunts tall strapping Eddie by playing with his dick through his Speedos, and Eddie can barely stop himself from pouncing. When they finally come together and kiss, with Jason biting on Eddie's chewable lip adorably, their sturdy bodies (Jason is as tight as possible and Eddie has an actual swimmer's body) meet and those hard cocks can barely keep themselves covered in the thin swimsuit material. Eddie does the first through-the-suit blowjob, keeping Jason's obviously large hardon very hard. Jason whips out his boner for Eddie to play with uninhibited and Eddie delights in sucking. Eddie works incredibly hard for a deep-throat and when he achieves it, he pauses for a while with the cock in his throat, stealing his moment deservedly. Eddie briefly takes care of Jason's balls and then bends him down so he can eat his butt through the material. After Eddie sucks again, it's Jason's turn to follow the same route. Jason has the intensity of two men and he races through the material-laden blowjob and gets to the rimming. Here, he gives Eddie a wedgie and rims the actual ass. The material is still technically there, but Jason has found a clever way to keep the suit on his partner and get to some actual body-to-body contact. Jason buries his face in Eddie's ass and gives him a beautiful rim. Jason wraps his mouth around Eddie's veined big-headed cock and blows with a very present sizzle. It's a no-brainer deep-throat for this incredibly talented performer. Eddie then rims Jason, digging deep with his tongue, and then using his chin and cheeks to get the butt fully prepared. Jason slips on a condom and slides into Eddie's ass as smoothly as a swimmer gliding through water, a real pro, fucking sexily from the hips as he uses the entire length of his shaft. He gives Eddie a fierce pummeling, grabbing onto Eddie's dick and jacking it as he plows away. It's the liveliest fuck of the flick, shot from a variety of different angles to show off the excitement of it all. Eddie then gets to fuck Jason's perfect bubble-butt, which Jason knowingly sticks out over the bench. Eddie has a speedy time in Jason's butt, smacking at him nearly as hard as he got it himself. These two have an enormous amount of chemistry and the flip-flop is an ideal way to show it off. When Eddie finishes, they both cum and then spend gracious time smiling at each other and massaging their wet dicks as my favorite scene of the flick ends. I don't know much about any of the sports here. I do know that so many men on TV and in the papers look damn sexy in the gear, so the fetish aspect of "Take One for the Team" is a fantastic idea. The fact that it's actually used by the wonderful performers throughout is even better. Eddie Stone is an excellent find and his sizzle with Jason Ridge caps off the eager scenes before it. DVD features: Dolby sound; easy-to-navigate menus with a full-motion chapter index; cum-shots sub-menu (all the cum-shots edited into a special sub-menu for immediate viewing); previews ("A Man's Tail," "Below the Rim," "In the Can" and "Detention"); bonus DVD-ROM content (online photo galleries and trailers via Web browser and QuickTime player); and playable worldwide (no regional coding). Review Courtesy Brent Blue, ManNet.com
Traditionally, the youth of America (as well as the kids in a hundred other countries) have been taught that nothing is more masculine than participating in athletics, and as a result, the world of sports has always been one of the most fertile fields for homosexual fantasies -- especially on film. Because there have been so many jock-themed videos over the years, however, one cannot help but approach each new one wondering what could possibly be shown about the homoeroticism of athletics that has not been seen already. Then a master like Chi Chi LaRue comes along with a pulsating new production like Take One for the Team, and one watches it as if the subject had never been examined before.
Take One for the Team is comprised of four scenes. Each focuses on a separate sport -- football, wrestling, soccer, swimming -- and each pays full attention to the ambience of the locker room and the gear demanded by the game at hand. In three of the four scenes, the young athletes are first seen bare-ass naked as they begin to suit up -- and this reversal of our expectations is prick-teasing of the highest order. Before our eyes, the uniform makes the man, and mere mortals become Olympic heroes to be lusted after all the more when later they strip out of the costumes that have made them cynosures of masculinity.
To bring his visions to life, LaRue has here been blessed with a superb videographer (Hue Wilde), an enthusiastic cast and a resplendent new star named Todd Winters.
Let's talk about the personable Mr. Winters (billed as a GearCrew.com exclusive) first -- for he and LaRue seem to inspire each other to feats one usually sees only in one's dreams. First off, he is a glamorous, well-toned brunet who looks as if he'd just bounced off the cover of a teeny-bopper fanzine. His eyes sparkle, his smile shimmers, his buttocks are perhaps the most perfectly formed melons to be seen since Danny Sommers retired, and his perpetually airborne cock could melt the resolve of the entire Christian right. What's more, not only does he have the equipment to be a superstar but also the mindset. Clearly, he loves sex giving and taking equally -- and at his young age he has already honed his skills to a fare-thee-well. He gropes, kisses, sucks, rims and fucks as if each act were the most thrilling experience of his life, and he loves the camera as much as it loves him. Here he does everything but bottom, and we wait -- quite impatiently -- to see him do that.
In the first scene, he is pitted against teammate Andel (the mononamed Czech star). As the sexual tension between them builds, they methodically clothe their equally lithe bodies in jockstraps, pants, cleated shoes, socks, shoulder pads, jerseys and helmets. It takes them nearly as long to get back out of them as to get into them -- for they are so busy groping, kissing, dry humping and chewing on each other's uniforms and jockstraps that we momentarily wonder if they will ever get around to undressing each other. When they do, of course, the sizzle soars even higher. Both are instinctual cocksuckers -- Andel, like most Eastern Europeans, limits himself to the cockhead of his partner, but not Winters, who deep-throats effortlessly. The anal action is equally tantalizing. From the moment Winters slips a finger in Andel's accommodating ass to loosen him up, through an effortless penetration, to the superbly lensed money shots, the intensity of the fucking and the pleasure it gives to both of them seems amazingly real.
The second (and least interesting) of the four loops features a pair of blond wrestlers, Sean West and Cody Scott. As in the first scene, both are discovered naked in the locker room, eyeing each other as they perform the ritual of slipping into their wrestling singlets. Since they forgo jockstraps, their prodigious erections (especially West's) are notably visible through the sheer fabric. Neither seems able to keep his hands off his own hard-on, but in donning their uniforms, they become even more enticing to each other -- and to the viewer. The implicit homoeroticism of wrestling soon gives way to explicit sex acts, and before long, both are kissing and slathering each other's nips, armpits and genitals. In time, West tops Scott in two positions on a bench, but there seems to be minimal chemistry between them, and both money shots are modest.
Winters is back for the third scene, in which he and two teammates (brunet Toby O'Connor and dirty blond Justin Wells) don their soccer uniforms with the skill of quick-change artists. Thus arrayed, they quickly utilize their jerseys, shorts and jockstraps as touchstones to carnal gamesmanship. Fully clothed, all three nuzzle crotches and asses, then slather the mesh of one jockstrap after another until each is sporting a temptingly tented pouch. Winters' earlier scene evidenced a certain amount of romanticism; here he is primed strictly for recreational sex the first to suck dick, the first to deep-throat, the first to order O'Connor to "eat the sweat out of my ass" and the only one to finger his own asshole. (Though a lot of the action promises that he will be topped, it never happens.) In time, he sprawls wantonly between the two others to be serviced, and service him they do. O'Connor swallows his hard-on whole, again and again, and Wells attacks his rosebud with an energetic tongue-lashing. Before the scene is over, Winters has plowed both of them in a bravura display of undulating pelvis action that culminates in a trio of pop shots, the best of which is his own.
The final scene begins as Eddie Stone (tall, dark and rangy) and Jason Ridge (the perfect mesomorph) win gold medals at a swimming competition. The action quickly segues to a locker room where, wearing only the medals and white swim trunks, each begins to smile knowingly, massage his boner and perform for the other. Again the clothed foreplay is lengthy but never boring, and soon they are kissing, groping and gnawing at each other's trunks until the fabric seems stretched beyond belief. In time, they exchange masterful blowjobs -- each is as gifted a deep-throat artist as the other -- and soon they move on to the only flipflop of the film. In this, they are perfectly matched, each as adept at topping as bottoming, as aroused by pitching as catching. To watch these two macho athletes revel in taking whatever the other has to give is a sight to behold, and Ridge's streamers of spooge high into the air bring the film to its torrid conclusion.
Thanks to the fresh vision of the talented LaRue and the rapturous sexuality of the delectable Winters, Take One for the Team puts an arousing new sheen and a sharp edge on the old saw of "The Athlete as Sex Object."
- Jerry Douglas