Review

Shot entirely on location at the Centaur Ranch in Southern Florida, Wild Rangers 2: Hardcore Training Camp takes us deep into the everglades for a privileged peek at what really goes on at Ranger training camp.

Uniformed Ranger Cameron Fox and Ranger recruit Kaleb Scott start things off by dismounting from their steeds, disrobing and rim chewing each other in the hay stacks. Foxy firebox Cameron smacks and slurps and fingers adorable Kaleb’s undulating fuzz hole, preparing it for a severe pounding. And in a case of appetizers after the main course, Kaleb dismounts from Cameron’s rammed cock and wraps his greedy throat around it for some enthusiastic and slobbery deep sucking. Gripping Kaleb’s jockstrap like a horse’s rein, Cameron slams the boy’s booty more before unloading a thick salty load right into Kaleb's wide-open mouth and on his face.

Kaleb’s in the next bit, too, an outdoor frolic that begins as tasty Daxter Ryan and Dallas Foster are washing their Ranger Boat while taking furtive peeks at each other’s shriveled weenies dangling from their athletic shorts. Their weenies don’t remain shriveled for long, as both boys engage in some good old fashioned deep-throat cock-sucking. Here’s where Kaleb enters, groping his hard crotch as he spies the dick-gobbling beatniks, who are now full-on hard and very well hung to boot. The Rangers invite recruit Kaleb over and in no time at all, Dallas Foster feeds Kaleb his cock while tongue-studded Daxter rims then plows his ass (after some excited bare-knob ass grinding and thrusting that’s about as close to barebacking as you can get without actual penetration). A three-man rimming circle leads to some (abruptly) indoor fucking, with Ranger Daxter poking Dallas’s hole and then marking his territory with a splattery load of cream shot right up between his quivering cheeks.

A practice workout soon ignites into a sweaty threesome starring a girthy hung versatile twink with frosted hair, a manly set of wrecking balls and the flexibility to self-suck (Jake Havoc), a double-sucking milky smooth firebox top (Blu Kennedy), a tasty blonde bottom boy (Trae Spencer) and a lubricated riot baton.

Brock Masters has a go at Blu Kennedy in an outdoor session that begins as they’re pitching some tents for the recruits. Trouser tents soon pop, too, and after some axe-swinging and wood chopping, Brock invites Blu to chow down on his own big thick and swinging wood. After tonguing Brock’s ass, Blu takes Brock’s massive tool up the butt, propped over a chopped-down tree stump. Marvel over the mass of Brock’s large pendulous ’nads as they swing to and fro and knock up against Blu’s tender white heinie.

A sloppy blowjob heralds the final sequence, with the towering cock of Johnny Doom getting some determined deep-throat service by Devon Cade, while two mischievous recruits (Brenden Michael and Devon Mills) snap a blackmail photograph. Of course the photo gets immediately redeemed with the naked foursome that erupts. Deep, gobbly sucking commences, legs are spread wide for some sphincter slurping and tight poke holes are crammed hard with large gushing cocks that shoot rivers of stud-cream. I can hear the pulpy title now: "They Came with Their Boots On."

The overall sizzle factor is considerable, but slightly diminished by some dodgy editing (excessive slo-mo, incongruent pacing and needless repeats, though the showy flash-frame montages are kinda neat). This goes for every sequence in the movie. The sex is droolingly 4-star caliber, full of delightful and taboo accoutrements and boasting a mighty stable of lusciously hung studs, but undermined by distractingly clumsy post-production work. And don’t get me started on poor yummy Brock’s good-humored but painfully stilted interstitial monologues, else I might be tempted to tell you how I tittered over Brock’s darty-eyed cue-card readings, compensated for only by his bulging, glistening musculature.

Tech stuff aside, these Rangers are fucking wild, indeed.
Bring on Part 3!
-Beef Stroganoff