We open with toothy, blond Chris Ladd lounging by the pool in a red bikini that shows off his highly developed swimmer's build to full advantage. Next to Chris is a glass of dry ice that pours smoke like a mad scientist's cauldron. From behind dark glasses Chris mugs at the camera and starts telling us about his hot fantasies and memories. The glass belches more fog. Cut to flashbacks of various dudes getting it on in isolation.
This is pretty familiar stuff by now, as tape after tape of solo-sex material delivers the exact same set up. Superhunks II scores as a medium effort. The biggest handicap seems to be a lack of technical innovation and finesse. The attention to detail in costumes and backgrounds is ambitious and even classy, but it's undermined by pedestrian camerawork and lighting and a hackneyed score. The models are mostly superior, but we don't see them at their best.
Though Alex Stone dominates the publicity (great packaging), it's host Chris Ladd who scores for charisma, delivering his spiel with understated archness. This guy never loses his cool, even when he picks up that tumbler of smoldering dry ice and takes a swig.