Four wolves on the loose, lots of prey available, all of it adorable, open for business orally and anally, willing, and most able. Here we are, folks, at The Sawmill [ http://FLSawmill.com ], a gay campground in Florida steaming over with more than humidity. Chip Daniels is taking us on a tour of a quartet of wild rangers on their rounds, and by the time it's over, they will have filled some round, firm and fully-packed butts with their tongues, cocks, fingers and assorted dildos for our pleasure.

It's filmed beautifully, edited sharply, full of natural sounds of sex, encouragement, and satisfaction. Most of all, it's spilling over with a wide assortment of bodies and types, all with three things in common: huge cocks, a hunger for cock and anal fixation. In fact, this is a movie that expends an exceptional amount of tape on the wide variety of pleasure one can give, and get, from butt action. However, even for one such as your humble servant who prefers oral histrionics more than anal peccadilloes this is not excessive, nor is it in any way gross. In fact, it's most suitable, and the buttplay turns the movie into a two-hour romp, rather than a 60-minute festival. By the end, you will be dripping in sweat and cum and that is the hallmark of a terrific movie.

You would think that with the cast assembled, and the emphasis given to the well-known hunks who play three of the rangers, that they would carry the show. Wrong! This movie is stolen by the twinks and semi-twinks, most particularly by Dylan Scott, with a very hefty assist by three others along the way. A combination of genuine hunks and twinks is often very difficult to bring off, but this one succeeds on every level.

Ranger Brock Masters is riding his horse on patrol in the forest while twinkish Kirk Kelley is having his tubes cleaned by a similarly squeaky Clay Foxe. This first scene is filled with intercutting -- Brock on horseback looking manly, Clay kneeling over Kirk's hot tool next to their tent, licking, slurping, talking dirty. Kirk and Clay are similar types -- Kirk is blond and Clay brunet, both with spiky haircuts, each wears the obligatory shell necklace, has a taut late-teen body and tight little ass. Clay is fixated on Kirk's cock until Kirk pops up and goes for the dildo bag. He pulls out a 12-incher that's got to be as thick as his arm, and starts massaging Clay's anal cavity with it. The sight of this tight-assed young fellow with this tree-trunk dildo up his butt catches the attention of Ranger Brock as he steers his horse a few yards away. Completely bulked up after a couple of years absence from the screen, Masters is a dirty-talking moose-faced thug -- that's a compliment -- with a smooth body, a cock as thick as the dildo up Clay's butt and an ass I only wish was fucked in this flick. Never mind, he's good at what he does, anyway, which is fuck and talk real dirty to young men aching for action. He bursts in on the twink couple just as Kirk is spilling his seed, and pounces on them for trespassing. Kirk escapes, butt-naked, but Clay is ready for a round of hot sex with this prize bull. And he gets it good -- sucking that thick cock and squirming with pleasure as Ranger Brock shoves his 18-inch long black nightstick up his hole before plowing into the young man with his thick horse-sized dong. It's a sharp, noisy, believable fuck scene, and it ends in fountains of cum, after which Brock handcuffs Clay to a "No Trespassing" post and takes off in pursuit of Kirk.

Now we meet two other rangers, Brad McGuire and Adam Wolfe, who are apparently either a couple in real life or just happen to appear in the same movies together. Bald, tattooed Brad and tall, hawk-faced scrub-brushed Adam are patrolling the campground, and talk to the camera about their jobs. Meanwhile, Clay has been found by three hot guys who start teasing him, slapping his butt, coming on to him. These are the handsome, sly looking sex fiend Dylan Scott, the boy-band looking Brandon Weber, and a smashing newcomer, Sean Paris, who looks like a combination of Caesar and Jason Hawke. Brad spots what's going on, and calls another ranger, Cory Bleau, by walkie-talkie to summon him. Cory will appear soon to add another dimension -- the slightly older drill sergeant hunk type, to the stew. Brad sneaks up on the group and in all the confusion Clay escapes, running butt-naked like a scared deer through the woods. Brad takes one look at his quarry, however, and decides their punishment will be his pleasure -- he grabs Brandon and forces him to suck his cock (he is hardly being forced, because this is a gay campground, n`est se pas?) and orders Dylan and Sean to get it on with each other. This scene escalates into an all-you-can-eat orgy that is soon joined by the beefy Ranger Cory. The highlights are clearly the amazing Sean Paris sucking cock -- he tops throughout but before that he sucks every imaginable cock he can find, and he's terrific at it. This guy is ready for bigger things (some of them, one would hope, up his gloriously-packed butt). Dylan and Brandon are the bottoms here, getting fucked by everyone. Indeed, the fucking starts with Brandon plowing Dylan missionary-style and then slicking his fingers, then his fist, straight up what has to be one of the most insatiable butts in porn. With sloe eyes and a slightly angular face, Dylan reeks sexuality with every move, and in this scene he becomes the focus of attention even when the camera catches all five of them in action -- he is simply the charismatic focus of the scene which ends when Brad plops down and allows everyone to splatter his tight body with lots of cum.

Ranger Adam has spotted the fleeing Clay Foxe and chases the naked interloper up a tree. What? Yes, folks, we are set for probably the first sex scene in a tree, and Chip Daniels not only brings it off visually, but he was so smart to cast these two for the scene -- they put on one of the most remarkably savage, yet tender, sex scenes of the year. "I'm going to come up that tree," growls Adam. "First, I'm going to slap your ass, then I'm going to lick your ass, and then I'm going to fuck your ass." And damned if he doesn't! The great chemistry between these two, as the hunky, lanky Adam gets Clay turned on with a few hard slaps, playful grabs, and lush ass-licks before he plunges his cock in for the first time. Then he pulls out, spits into the spread-eagled ass (Clay is positioned between two large branches), and starts working his fingers, then his fist, then both palms, up his ass. "Please fuck my ass, sir," Clay moans and groans, smiling in ecstasy. "I like to see you smile when I do that," Adam purrs, and the scene takes on a completely different tone, one of affection and carnal lust, with an ongoing dialogue that brings both guys to a fever pitch. They climb down from the tree and Adam proceeds to plow Clay mercilessly, but with care, on a picnic bench, pulling out, whipping off his condom and letting Clay complete their tryst by sucking him off to a huge face-covering climax of sticky goo. Adam goes into lustful overdrive, licking his cum from every part of Clay's cute face while the young man pulls himself off to a cum-fest of his own. The two of them finally kiss, and they don't stop, melting into a fadeout in a craftily completed escapade that has "best-scene nomination" written all over it.

Not content with having "treed a twink," Adam heads off to another part of the forest and spots a smoldering fire outside a trailer. He bangs on the door to rouse the fire-safety violators -- and it turns out it's the love nest of Dylan Scott and Brandon Weber. The briefs-clad offenders are dragged outside and threatened with arrest until Brandon asks if they can "work something out," and they proceed to drop to their knees and work Adam's monster dong out of his uniform. Here Adam takes on a different role -- he is the complete sex fiend, feasting on Dylan's cock as he offers his pucker up to Brandon's willing tongue. The three-way is a smooth orgy of cocksucking, rimming and kissing, particularly between Dylan and Adam, whom you come to realize could pass for brothers, if not twins. After shoving opposite sides of his nightstick into each guys' hole, Adam takes Dylan's ass doggy-style as Dylan laps up Brandon's wang. Adam then spread-eagles Dylan on a blanket, and not a minute too soon. Quickly after he inserts his cock into Dylan's photogenic hole, Dylan cums in a wash of cream over his washboard abs. He then cums again, this time while kissing Adam as they straddle Brandon, who spurts away on his own.

Now for "Beauty and the Beast," gay porn style. Ranger Brock is paddling his canoe close to where escapee Kirk Kelley is fishing with his Walkman on. Oblivious to the Ranger sneaking up behind him, Kirk is pounced on in more ways than one and soon finds his pouty little mouth licking and then sucking Ranger Brock's cypress log. In short cut-offs and an open plaid shirt, Kirk looks the perpetual puppy -- indeed, he resembles a cross between the late great porn star Johnny Dawes ("Pleasure Beach," etc.) and that ageless wonder, Kevin Williams. Your mouth will drool with anticipation over what will happen, and, believe me, just about everything happens. Brock drags Kirk to a nearby picnic table, and though orally challenged throughout brings the young man to a series of whimpering, moaning, ecstatic sexual peaks with finger- and hand-fucks, and doggy-, missionary- and sit-fucks. What!? No nightstick action? Sorry guys, but you'll have to be content with something much better: Kirk Kelley has an asshole the size of the Channel Chunnel, and Chip Daniels makes sure the camera lets you know. There are spectacular shots of it at rest, winking in anticipation of another assault, and some spectacular overhead and underneath shots of Brock's cock making another lane in there for a tractor trailer cavalcade to plow through. There comes a moment when you might actually hop off your bed and run to the screen to clamp your mouth on this young man's hole, it's filmed so beautifully. After all that, you might not notice that when Brock explodes (and that is an understatement) it's all over Kirk's happy little face, in his eyes, on his lips, nose, cheeks, chin and hair. It's a rather risky way to end a mainstream flick, but Daniels has been pushing the envelope (and Kirk Kelley has shown an inclination for tasting the fruit of his partner's efforts in previous flicks).

"Wild Rangers" is another huge feather in the ever expanding headdress of Chip Daniel's body of work as a producer and director. It has some corny touches, and most of the segues are rather pat -- but, what the fuck! -- who cares. This one is a three-sheeter. And that would be for a king-sized bed, thank you very much.

A Video Review by Bo Champion

Pop singer George Michael once sang, "I think I'm done with the sofa, I think I'm done with the hall, I think I'm done with the kitchen table, baby Let's go outside (let's go outside)." All you need to add is something like being done with "the cheap hotel comforter, baby" and you have the hottest new/old trend in porn today - movies filmed entirely onsite in the great outdoors.

Centaur Films brings Brock Masters back from a two-year break for his third video. This Chip Daniels flick celebrates the wild side of park rangers, and was shot entirely on location at "The Sawmill," a gay campground between Orlando and Tampa. (FLSawmill.com)

Even though a "no nudity" sign is posted nearby, camper Clay Foxe has no problem putting the slobber on the knobber of sexy 22-year-old Kirk Kelly. In the meantime, as Ranger Brock begins giving his video tour of the campground, he spots the naughty boys in action. Masters doesn't try to stop them until after Kelly works over Foxe's den with a giant dildo, making Foxe squirm as he twists and spins the massive rubber phallus in his tight chute. Kelly blows a big gob but flees as Ranger Brock busts in to apprehend the trespassers, leaving Foxe alone to be violated by Brock's 10-incher.

Foxe shines here under the hulking command of the muscled and tattooed Ranger. Masters' cock hangs like a jet missile as Foxe eats his ass. Masters pries open Foxes hole with a nightstick and then plugs it with his own throbbing bone in a couple different positions before each pops a nut.

Masters leaves a naked Foxe handcuffed to a tree, and Ranger Brad McGuire is sent to check on him. Dylan Scott, Brandon Weber and Sean Paris who each take a turn bitch slapping his tender ass to a rosy shade of crimson find the helpless Foxe. McGuire calls Cory Bleau for backup, and after Foxe escapes, he radios to Ranger Adam Wolfe. McGuire makes Weber suck his thick 8.5" uncut pole. Soon all four are exploring each other's various orifices. Scott strokes his own nine-incher as Weber prods his kidneys with his hand, then gives him eight-inchs missionary style. When backup Ranger Cory arrives, it's just in time to feed his big bird to McGuire. There are lots of good insertion shots here and close-ups of flowering-throbbing buttholes before each of the "gang" blows a wad on McGuire.

Perhaps the most seductive, sexy and tricky scene finds naked Clay Foxe chased into a tree by Wolfe. Wolfe climbs into the tree in pursuit of Foxe and ends up with wood of his own - an ample bone that proves capable of a sturdy fuck, even in the most awkward of situations. (That's why we love you Adam!) Credit must also go to Foxe who keeps a tight grip on the tree while he's poked by Wolfe's mighty oak. Cast and crew and director deserve a big round of applause for this award-worthy outing, which ends with a picnic table porking that has Wolfe spewing on Foxe's cheek and Foxe pulling his own pecker to a juicy finale.

Back on the beat, Wolfe busts Dylan Scott and Brandon Weber for improper fire building. The boys work out a trade, and fans of barely legal boy-sex will like the scene that finds Wolfe's veiny, throbbing cock being sucked by the pale youthful Weber. Wolfe fucks Scott, and all three blow big wads of jizz.

Masters gets grand finale duties here - finally catching up to escapee Kirk Kelly and forcing him to feed on his dick. Kelly, lean, young and smooth, resists, at first, as Masters finger-fucks him on a picnic table, and then Kelly doesn't stop groaning the whole time that Masters plugs his tight hole. No new positions are created here, but Kelly's jampot is pretty raw and ragged by the end of the scene. Masters gives a relentless fuck and Kelly takes Masters slow-motion load all over his face with priceless, doe-eyed acceptance. The onset of all these outdoor fucking flicks combined with a growing mosquito threat makes me think that next, "Wetnow with Deet," could be the next big product launch.

- Harry Bayer