In director Rick Tugger's "Wildlands," a gorgeous park ranger is a character lost in a wilderness of his own homophobic making. Even with his spike of a prick buried to the hilt inside an ass, he still isn't quite ready to own up to his sexuality. With an emphasis on plot, this flick is as much about the park ranger's personal journey as it is about the sex.
Sprawled out on his bed, we find Jeremy Hall, the park ranger, enjoying a mid-afternoon wank, something to see as he's got a sexy technique and plenty of meat to work with. But as lovely as his cock is, it's Jeremy's eyes, brown with long lashes, that are really the heart-stoppers. The camerawork here is top-notch, the camera teasing with quick slices of Jeremy's lips and heavy balls, the camera always crashing back between his legs. When a hand sneaks in-frame to give Jeremy's dong a few quick pumps, it's a surprise to find out that Jeremy isn't alone, but indulging in a little mutual masturbation with pal Dean Monroe. Handsome Dean is unable to limit himself to just a hand-job, surprising his bunkmate by leaning over and popping Jeremy into his mouth. And if you're going to have somebody waxing your shaft, Dean is always an excellent choice. His deep-throat skills are over-the-top impressive, especially with Jeremy, a young stud who is not easy to deep-throat. It takes Jeremy a little while, but he does reciprocate, even going Dean one better, tonguing his ass. Dean eventually gets on his hands and knees, ready to do what he does best. In the middle of banging Dean's ass, Jeremy swears his fuck bud to secrecy. With Jeremy's many inches in delicious motion, Dean would probably agree to anything. It's always a pleasure to watch Dean get fucked. Something about his facial expressions is extraordinarily erotic to me. He gets off twice -- once while getting ass-banged and again when Jeremy is dumping his load onto his chest.
Post-shag, they await the arrival of their two ranger replacements, Trevor Knight and Damon DeMarco. Dean's wistful as his period of solitude with Jeremy comes to a close, and Jeremy, not so much. The replacements are much more open about their sexuality, giving Jeremy an opening to toss out a few barbs, something Dean can't quite understand given their "on the down-low" recreation. Trevor wastes no time exercising his new authority, throwing his weight around with two stranded motorists, Andrew Phillips and Brandon Irons. At first I didn't recognize Brandon with the dark hair and light, scruffy beard. He's never looked better, a perfect complement to his partners. This was my favorite segment, exciting from the moment Andrew and Brandon share Trevor's towering cock until the encounter comes to a close. Trevor's got enough dick to keep these two interlopers busy for quite some time, a smug look crossing his face while the two men aggressively try to outdo one another between his legs. Brandon reveals himself to be the cockwhore of the trio, bending over and showing off his hole. Trevor switches from being the worshipped to the worshipper, sloppily sharing the bounty with Andrew. The taste of Brandon's ass is even sweeter traded through a kiss, it seems. Zowie -- some fantastic visuals here! When it gets down to the fucking, the twist is that Trevor is the warm-up act for Andrew. The young preppy dude is a surprisingly aggressive top as he fucks Brandon, forcing him into submission while Trevor cheers him on.
And Trevor's not the only one exploiting the perks of his newfound authority. While his coworkers are keeping busy with real forest emergencies, Damon invites a transient hiker, Brian Bodine, up to the guard quarters for a quickie. Brian, a muscular beauty with coal-black skin, sinks to his knees and services Damon through the fly of his uniform. It's only when Brian reclines on the bed that Damon gets an eyeful of what kind of meat the stranger's packin', and he quickly sets about returning the favor. Brian's incredibly hung, and once again the camera gets right in there, so much so that I felt like I was part of Damon's joyous experience. They eventually take their fun outside, Brian snacking on Damon's crack with an impressive view of the treetops. It's a lovely bit of foreplay before he sinks all that meat deep inside Damon. From Damon's slightly pinched expression, it's not an easy ride. They climax side by side, Brian shooting his cream on to his rigid abs.
One of the stalwart nuisances for Dean and Jeremy are the Rafferty Brothers, a pair of redneck bohunks, Ritchie Fine and Rod Daily, with an affinity for the drink. With the brothers on the loose, Dean goes to investigate, stumbling upon the pair swapping drunken blowjobs. Ritchie Fine has finally grown into his good looks, leaving his twink persona behind. Of the two, I found him the more interesting to watch, whether giving or getting head from his buddy. The brothers flip-flop fuck, but they really seem to hit their stride with Ritchie in the driver's seat.
Dean waits until the boys have dumped their loads until he moves in to make an arrest. The tables are turned, the Rafferties roping the ranger to a tree. Just as they're about to take full advantage of Dean, it's Ranger Jeremy to the rescue. It's only after he sees buddy Dean in danger that Jeremy is willing to admit his deeper sentiments, and a happy ending is had by all.
Director Rick Tugger hits all the right marks, especially when it comes to hardcore sex -- saccharine conclusion and all.
DVD features: Chapters; cast bios; galleries; behind-the-scenes footage; trailers ("Copped" and "Footballers"); and no regional coding (playable worldwide).
A DVD Review by Rick Forrent