Dear Friend, I was told it can't be done. But after months of work and careful planning, we were able to get our cameras into the locker room to capture the most uniquely exciting footage ever shot. It took a lot of connections, the biggest budget ever, highly skilled technicians, and most importantly, a fantastic team. Ultimately, it was teamwork that was the main factor in creating the unforgettable results. Never before have so many great young athletes been seen doing it all on actual location. "WINNER'S CIRCLE" is the most unusual film to date-a mind blowing viewing experience. I strongly urge that you get this film in its entirety. It's a very rare opportunity.

For as long as I can remember, I've always had a passion for football and a big admiration for the men who played the game. I don't know if I've grown to my full size yet, but at 20 years old, I'm not quite heavy enough to get on a team. Of course, this was a big disappointment for me. I've often dreamed of the day when I could play and use all my strength in football's hard fast physical contact. So it was only natural that I would do just about anything to be around the game. I studied every play and the players closely as they went through their strategic movements. I knew that football was a rough game and required strong physical development. To keep my own body in top notch shape, I would work out with my home town team while I was their waterboy. This gave me a chance to learn even more about the sport and the guys on the team. I showed a lot of interest in each one's progress and they all liked me. It wasn't too long before I was asked to be the coach's assistant. l was happy as a pig in shit. Later I was chosen to go along to help Dick Bateman develop his college all-stars with practice sessions in California. I had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn't still dreaming. Little did I know that this trip would bring me more excitement and happiness than I ever hoped for. When we all met in California for the first time, there were all kinds of good vibes. Everyone got along just great and everybody seemed to like each other. . . . Coach Dick Bateman was determined to get down to business with practice. I admired him for his leadership and his concern for the members of the team. Practice was tough. The weather was cold and wet and the field was a sea of mud. But the team worked hard. They really wanted to win and their unity and loyalty to one another grew daily. Spirits remained high through all the running, tackling, and exercises. I grew closer to each of the guys, I began to watch them more intently during workouts. I found myself strangely excited as I watched my new friends clash their bodies together and develop their muscles during the rigorous exercises. I imagined the guys naked and noticed the erotic positions they would he in as they grappled together in the mud. After a few hours of practice, they'd be covered with the mud and soaking wet from both the water on the field and the sweat pouring from their strained bodies. One cold rainy afternoon the locker room seemed pleasantly warm and inviting after a heavy workout. As the guys pulled off their gear, they talked about their need for some good hot sex. None had gotten their rocks off in days; what with daily practice and all, there Just wasn't time. Then too, the only people we knew In California were each other. As I watched the muscular naked bodies and smelled the sweat from the uniforms. socks and jockstraps, I felt myself getting a hard on. I wanted to stop it but I couldn't. They kept talking about how horny they were and as they stripped off their dirty uniforms, I could see that they were semi hard. Fuck, was it my imagination? Now my hard on was there for all to see. They noticed but said nothing. With my cock growing harder and harder, the whole team began to beat their hanging pieces of meat. Each watched the others as they pulled on their big pricks. My fucking heart pounded with excitement as Glenn Norris put his wet mouth on Jim Laird's big beautiful joint. The cocks got bigger and the air was filled with the sound of excited breathing, fingers, mouths, and tongues went wild and I knew that this was just the beginning. Tongues followed the sweat along the smooth rippled stomachs and along their muscular backs to their sculptured asses. I could hear their moans of pleasure as their passion grew and their big hot cocks went down each other's thirsty throats. They chewed the soiled, sweaty jock straps to get to the soft flesh of their big throbbing balls and mouthed their way down further to the powerful legs and thighs and to the manly feet and toes. Someone wanted a circle jerk and they sprawled on the locker room floor stroking their swollen cocks. They got hotter and hornier and I could see their toned muscles get rigid as their bodies tightened with excitement. Jack Hardman laid his glistening body on the bench was followed by Steve McCormick who held his own thick hard shaft In his hand. Jack opened his legs and invited the massive prick to enter his tender tight crevice. As It plunged in deeper, he cried out in pain. But this seemed to turn on his attacker more and Steve plowed with all his strength, driving in faster and deeper. The cries turned to groans of ecstasy and Jack pushed his smooth ass toward Steve's huge spitty cock so that he could feel its full length inside him. The others beat their meat and sucked each other off as they watched. Others started to fuck and the locker room reeked with the smell of sex. Coach Bateman walked In unexpectedly and suddenly I was reminded of the time when my father caught me beating off. The guys all froze. They thought sure he'd raise hell and kick some ass. He gave everyone a fucking mean glare and ordered them to hit the showers. He told Kline to stay behind. Kline didn't know what the hell was up. The coach started to rub the big bulge in his pants and Kline took the chance; he reached over as the coach unzipped his fly, revealing the excitement swelling behind his jock. "Suck it," he ordered. "Suck that fucking cock." I could hear Kline choke as the coach's meat grew more and more massive. I was so hot that I thought I'd fucking explode. I felt a hand on my shoulder which slid down slowly along my back and a finger rubbed my asshole. I turned around and saw Ron Furman standing there with his prick rock hard. As he put his warm lips on my cock, I got even hotter. He used his powerful muscles to throw me back on the bench. He picked up my legs and drove his fucking dick into my ass. It hurt like hell at first but soon I started to really get into it. As I looked into his face and watched his muscular body, he pounded the hell out of my rear. Then he pulled out his greasy cock, threw my legs back further and started to eat out my sore asshole. The other guys came back in and when they saw Kline sucking off the coach, they went right back into action. I could see some of the other guys eating ass hole and a sharp slapping noise rang through the room. Someone liked to slap ass hard while eating it out. The moans grew louder and I could hear Steve McCormick saying "Oh man, how does it feel? I could fuck your ass forever." I walked around the lockers and felt their hungry eyes watching my already sore tender ass. Steve said he was going to fuck the hell out of me. He shoved his giant prick in deep and the other guys watched me writhe in pain. I knew that they were all going to fuck me, including the coach. My asshole hurt like hell as it took one big joint after another. The breathing was even hotter now and as the screams of lust grew louder, I knew that were were all. Going to shoot a heavy big load. I could see cum shooting on faces and asses as the guys groaned in ecstasy. They all seemed to be sex starved. The fucking, sucking, ass eating, slapping, and cuming continued. By nightfall we had all shot at least once and you could smell the odor of cum, spit and sweat all over the locker We hit the showers. With the warm water streaming over our aching bodies. we talked about the upcoming game. Somehow I felt the game had already been played. WE WERE ALL WINNERS.