Ranger John Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
Just another one-off story that came to me. It's more of the same Drake material, but I hope you guys enjoy. Comments welcome, as always.
WARNING: The following contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity between men. If such material offends you or inappropriate for you, read no further.
Ranger John
Day in the Life of a Park Ranger
The distant sound of the Jeep scrunching the rocks and twigs on the dirt road woke John Ulrich up.
"Shit! So early?" he moaned, writhing his beefy ex-pro-linebacker frame in the too-narrow cot and looking over at the windup clock which must have been part of the cabin's furnishing since the 1950s.
9:45 already! This was one part of the job John never got used to, the early mornings. At least it was Tuesday and his official rounds didn't start til noon. But while the other rangers were out and about by 6, John always had to drag his big, 6 foot 5 musclebound body out on the trails half asleep. He could happily sleep til midday if he was able to.
Especially after a night like last night. That backpacker from Colorado had already cleared out early, John surmised, but damned if the fresh-faced kid wasn't an eager little pup. The way the toned buff hiker had bounced on Ulrich's crowbar cock over and over, with a vicelike grip that only a college kid could have... well the memory brought a morning smile of contentment to John's sleepy face.
The ranger, tall, strong and still built to shithouse specifications as he neared 40, stretched out and ran his beefy paw through the forest of dense blonde hair ruffling his front. Standing up, he padded over stiffly to the sink and filled himself a glass of water to down with a couple of aspirin.
"Fucking sex hangover," Ulrich moaned aloud. "Never had one of those when you were younger, did ya John?"
Four boxes of provisions were sitting on the dock of the lake as he stepped out of the cabin. It was early summer, but the mountain air meant cool mornings. This here is why John did it. Why he took his forced retirement due to a tendon injury as a blessing in disguise. The Park Service felt leery about hiring a former pro star as a ranger - "Is this guy serious?" John had overheard the director say in the next room as he was applying - but fortunately his college teammate and best friend Dan Purdue had been a ranger since college and could vouch for Ulrich.
The change of pace was just what the big lug needed. No more madness. No more being patched up by the team physician only to get the shit knocked out of you the next Sunday. No more overstuffed mansions and player parties stocked with drugs and blonde hos. No more autograph hounds and golddiggers. Give him the mountain air and the solitude any day.
The still crisp air felt great on John's nude body, as he lumbered out the wood planks to stand at the water's edge. He looked down and noticed that a sizeable piece of morning wood stood up straight at a 40 degree angle from his hard abdomen. "Ah, old faithful," he chuckled to himself as he watched the tip quiver and the very end of his glans dilate, opening up his piss slit. A powerful jet of steaming yellow piss shot straight out, arcing high in the air before raining down in the still lake, whose surface rippled and bubbled at the point where the ranger's morning discharge met the tranquility of the water.
Dan approached the path from the road with the last of the boxes. Theoretically, the rangers were supposed to switch off in making runs into town for provisions, but it was always Dan who did John's shopping. John hated the attention from the townspeople that he got as a former NFLer, and Dan enjoyed getting out of the house. He loved his family - two boys and his lovely wife Kerry, also a ranger - but any chance to get out of the house was welcome. Besides, Dan liked doing favors for John. Always watching out for the big guy, he felt like the protective older brother.
Only brothers shouldn't feel that way about each other, Dan thought, as he saw John's giant body standing nude on the dock, legs spread wide and hands on his hips. Even pissing, he was beautiful: rounded, sculpted back; bulging hamstrings and knotted calves; big meaty prick standing ramrod rigid. And, from this view, there was the perhaps the best, two large, strong gluteal muscles that neither sagged nor rested pertly in bubblebutt tightness. It was the quintessential linebackers ass, the hard buttcheeks dusted with the same blonde down that coated John Ulrich's powerful chest, matching in color perfectly the close-cropped, if thinning, blonde hair on his head. The man was a goliath, a vision of pure meathead masculine power.
Dan sighed as he stepped up. Even at his age, he still hadn't figured out the spell his friend had on him, why his nuts twitched right now. "Morning, buddy," he greeted as he dropped the last box on the deck, next to the rest.
"Hey, Dan," John said as he gripped his thick hardon and shook out the last drops of piss. Ranger Dan was a sight for tired eyes. With a stout, compact 5'11" frame, Purdue never had the natural build and genetics to go on to the pros, but his body actually looked better than 90 percent of the professionals he knew. Married life had been good to him, as Dan stayed trim and in fact had slimmed down since his days as an Illini running back. The broad-brimmed hat hid Dan's short salt and pepper hair, but those green eyes twinkled out from beneath the rim.
Seeing his buddy standing there in his tan uniform made John's pisshard stay rigid. "Thanks for the provisions," he said as he turned toward his buddy, baring his nude front and obscene erection to Dan.
"Anything for you, big guy," he beamed. "Say, I just saw a cute backpacker, chestnut brown hair, 'bout 5'10", walking up the road from here. Any one you know?"
"Maybe," Ulrich grinned and scratched the meaty pap sticking up proudly from his left pec. The wiry chest hair made an audible scratch against his finger nails, and both men could hear the sound over the morning stillness.
"I don't remember the last time I've seen someone with a smile that big," Dan chuckled, unconsciously spreading his legs and shifting his weight as he imagined Ulrich plowing that college kid's upturned butt.
"I do," John interjected brusquely as he stepped up closer to Dan. "Two weeks ago."
The last time Dan had made his delivery.
Dan's smile widened. He couldn't stop his hand from reaching down and squeezing his eager crotch. "Yeah," he said sheepishly, "Now I remember."
"Yeah, I bet you do, you little fucker," John teased as he gripped Dan's strong hand and wrapped it around his own hard cock. The man's fingers curled around the girth of his phallus. Damn, that grip always felt great to John, like a well-warn baseball glove. Smooth and hard at the same time.
"Jeez, Ulrich, you don't know what you do to me. I don't understand it myself. It's crazy."
"You like that dick, Purdue?" John sneered as those fingers massaged his joint and milked a nice stream of sap from his stalk.
"Shit, yeah. You're a big boy, Ulrich. Guess that's why I always liked you."
"That, and my winning personality," John joked. Dan's hand was feeling fantastic. Almost imperceptibly, he brought his hands to the man's hips to urge him on.
"That, too," Dan laughed, "only I have a good idea which one's gonna be buried up my tail." With his free hand, he reached up and rubbed that beautiful bare chest. Just to think, if he'd gone pro, Dan's muscles would be giant like this, huge vascular mass pumped up by expert strength coaches and the best supplements on the market. That was OK, Dan Purdue was proud of his muscular, in-shape body. Besides he could enjoy and admire Ulrich's accomplishment, as friend and fuckbuddy.
John was six inches taller than him, and stronger. Wrapping his burly arms around Dan, he clenched his muscles and pulled his older friend hard against his bare torso. Dan's ranger cap fell to the dock as the two men's faces clashed and hungry mouths, separated for far too long, connected, open, hot and moist.
Ulrich reached down and felt his prize. Dan may be forty, but the stud had one huge bubblebutt on him. Better than any college kid, John remarked to himself. Cheeks so big and round the trousers wedged deep in the crevice, setting off the curvature even more. As the two men french kissed, John just gripped and clawed at the ranger uniform-clad ass and felt his prick surge in Dan's capable hand.
"Fuck, Dan," John cooed as the two men broke off, panting and sweating. "Why did you have to get married. We could be doing this every morning, noon and night, if only..."
"Shhh, buddy..." Dan urged. "I love ya, big guy, but I wouldn't trade my family in for the world. You know that. You're banging all the young jock butt you can get your hands on, and that's great, but I have something else, bud."
"Sorry, man," John backed off. Already he was undoing Dan's uniform belt, slipping his beefy mitt in and feeling the moisture of Purdue's soaked briefs. "Sometimes I get carried away. Kerry and the kids are great, you know I have nothing for admiration for you, guy. Anyone would be lucky to have a father like you." John paused. He sometimes wondered if he should tell Dan he'd been dicking Dan Junior for the last month, ever since the kid's high school graduation. "I just..." His hand now wrapped around Dan's erect cock. "Fuck! you really do something to me, you know?"
"I know, buddy," Dan murmured, "I know."
"How much time ya got?"
"Kerry won't miss me for a coupla hours."
"And I got shift at noon."
"Gonna shaft me, bud?"
"Man, do I wannna. But got some bad news."
Dan's brow curled up into an expression of concern. "What is it, John?"
"I'm fresh outta lube. Used the last bit on College boy last night."
Dan's frown turned to a smile. He patted his shirt pocket. "A ranger comes prepared." Unbuttoning the pocket, he pulled out a new tube of their favorite lubricant. "There's more in the box there," he said pointing down. "You seem to go through a lot of the stuff."
John could detect a hint of jealousy in jibes like that. "There's a lot of me to grease up," he teased.
"I'll say," Dan muttered as he ran his hands up and down the length of Ulrich's meaty, steelhard prick. "Though maybe I didn't need to bring any, you seem to be producing enough juice on your own." He backed away and let John see the wide circle of precum soaking into the belly of his uniform shirt.
"Can't have that forming a stain," John said matter-of-factly, then knelt down on his knees. His mouth latched onto the wet spot and he began sucking out his own pre-sperm from the khaki material.
Dan's large hands cupped the back of his head. Just the sight of his oversized football buddy in such a submissive position got his juices flowing. He looked out on the lake as he felt John's thick fingers fiddle with his uniform crotch and dig inside. Seconds later his cock was being enveloped by Ulrich's warm mouth.
"Oh God, that's it, buddy. Eat my fucking dick. That's the way. Down the balls... Ooh, you know how to do me, buddy. Kerry won't suck me, man, maybe on my birthday but it's nothing like this bud. I almost think you like this shit."
Dan liked trash talking, probably because it was something he could never let loose with while fucking his wife. John liked getting face fucked by Dan's fat, cylindrical six inch cock, probably because it was a change from his normal, gruff take-charge self. The two men had known each other for so long, yet their regular separation - so close yet miles away in the national park - meant that their couplings, when they did happen were fervid and intense.
Ulrich sensed that his fellow ranger's balls were drawing up tight and ready to discharge their seed, so he pushed back out of Dan's heated grip. Teasingly, he blew air on his friend's twitching cock and balls. "Turn around," he ordered.
Dan complied and grunted as he felt John's strong hands grip his uniform trousers and yank them down to his ankles. He stood there on that dock, anxious and vulnerable.
John bent forth and kissed Dan's hard behind, alternating from left cheek to right. It amazed him how a grown man like Purdue had such a smooth, mostly hairless butt, so unlike his own. "I bet Kerry doesn't do this for ya either, does she, stud?" he gasped as he nuzzled his way into Dan's steamy crevice. His tongue slithered out and found them, the rare hairs tucked deep in the depths of Dan's ass trench. He tickled the soft downy buttfur, following the line down to the soft sensitive rosebud tucked in the recesses of the most perfect rump John had ever been acquainted with.
"It's not the muscles, it's not his height, his powerchest, or his dick," Dan thought, "THIS is why John's a top." The man had one talented, persuasive tongue. It had persuaded him first twenty years ago, after a particularly rough practice when the season was going badly for the team. That afternoon, in John's bunk in the athlete's dorm, straight arrow Dan Purdue lost his cherry.
That long, expert tongue was persuading him now, still. Urging him to give it up for his longtime buddy. Urging his married ass to relax and feel the pleasure it deserved.
Loud smacking noises actually echoed off the water. No one was as enthusiastic a rimmer as Ulrich. Resting on his haunches, he just leaned forward with determination, gripped his prey's meaty hamhocks and munched butt like his life depended on it.
"That is, John. Eat my ass! You're eating me like you really wanna fuck it good." Dan was now out of control, rubbing his butt back on forth on John's spitslick face, grinding his private hole over his best friend's mouth. Feeling flush and hot, he started unbuttoning his uniform shirt, letting his mostly smooth chest feel the morning sun directly.
John was really getting into his buttmunching. Everything about Dan, his cute face, his deep brawny voice, his perfect ex-jock ass, even his scent was distinctive and special. He smiled to himself as his bud's tight pucker opened up for him. An intimate gift to him. John responded by stiffenin his tongue and pile driving it into Dan's ovenhot rectum.
"Oh! Ugh... ungh... ungh. That's it, guy. Fuck! What a rim job, buddy."
Cold and hard, a tube was pressed into John's hand. Danny boy's ready, he thought as he backed up and surveyed the damage: a sopping wet butt, hairs dripping with his own spit and a nice puckering sphincter ready for it.
"On your knees, Purdue!" John barked as he greased up his fat finger. That time he broke Dan in, the older player had complained that John's finger was too big, he just replied, "Wait til you feel my cock," and pushed in hard. Now Dan panted in desire as he scrambled into position and groaned in pleasure as that first, wonderful finger of John's sunk smoothly and deeply into his warm gut.
After admiring the view of his digit molesting Ranger Dan's back door, Ulrich looked down and saw his own cock stood as hard and rigid as he ever remembered it. What was it about sex with Dan that worked him up everytime? Streams of juice leaked from his head and were darkening the wood slats in long strips. With his free hand, he squeezed the slick gel from the tube directly onto his cock. The heat of his prick melted the stuff instantly into a creamy consistently. Dropping the tube, he gripped the fat stalk and began coating the full, obscene length of it.
"Ready bud?" he said more than asked as he scuffled his thick body into place. His timing was perfect. As he removed his fingers stuffed deep in Dan's asstrench, he replaced them with his hard, turgid cock. Unceremoniously, he sunk straight in, pushing past the tightness til his hairy balls rubbed against the inside of Dan's muscular thighs.
As good as College Boy had been the night before, as good as all the random fucks were that had come his way so effortlessly, none felt quite this exquisite. He knew why too. Bending forward, he lurched forward with his hips, knocking the breath out of Dan's lungs and rewarding himself with the vicelike depths of his friend's ass. He could see the shiny gold wedding band on Purdue's left hand as the guy did his best to grip the wood and hold steady. The sight of that ring always filled him with inner sadness, yet turned him on, too. It was like he, John Ulrich, had staked claim to someone else's property. Some deep primitive instinct welled up inside and he fucked harder, shoving his cock in with urgent, rough jabs to show his buddy he meant business. That he was conquering what was rightfully his.
Dan Purdue hunched on all fours, his legs spread, his butt hiked back, and his arms stiffened to his upper bod steady from the pounding he was getting. Tears streamed down his handsome face. It had been too long since Ulrich had fucked him like this. Rough, raw, with abandon. Dan loved it but it hurt. He knew what to do, just grit his teeth, steel himself and take whatever Ulrich, in his lust and anger, was gonna dish out.
Still, he was glad when he Ranger John's ballplayer hands rest on the top of his thighs. The two men had long discovered that this was one of Dan's secret erogenous zones. John alternated between caressed the sinewed, hairy thigh muscle and gripping the upper legs for leverage for some seriously deep thrusts. Dan's prick sprung back to life and was now painfully erect.
"I love ya, bud," Ulrich hissed between heavy thrusts behind which he was throwing his whole weight and strength. He wanted Dan to feel it, to know John was in charge, even if only for a couple hours a month. "You know that don't ya? Love your hot married ass."
If anyone had been around to witness, they would have been rewarded with quite a sight. Two stud park rangers, nude out there in the open air, rutting like goddamned animals.
John huffed while he gave Dan a series of jackrabbit fuck motions that drove both men wild. "Can't take any more, big guy."
"Yeah, get your nut, John,"
"Goddamn, yeah!" John cried out. In a rough motion, he put his large paw on the top of Dan's shoulder and pushed the man's face straight down into the deck.
Dan turned his head just in time so that it was his cheek instead of his nose that crashed into the wood. Christ, John could be a rough fucker. The prick violating his bowels was now shoving deep, now expanding in width, now shooting.
"Yeah..." Dan grunted. "Fuck me full, stud."
John did just that, pumping out wave after wave of semen into his friend's tight hole. There was no more room for it, so each thrust of Ulrich's meaty cock sent more juice sluicing up around Dan's elastic hole and down between the guy's legs.
When he pulled out his dick, John saw it hadn't lost a bit of his hardness, which after the previous night's activity amazed him. "Old faithful," indeed!
Reaching down under his friend's relaxed frame, he hoisted Dan's upper body up to rest against his nude, sweaty torso. "Bet ya need to get off, huh, buddy?"
"Got news for ya, Ulrich," Dan answered, out of breath. "I already did."
Sure enough, large splatters of fresh semen coated the dock beneath the two men.
"Hot shit, stud," John said in sly smile before the two men met for a soulful, sloppy kiss. Backing away, he asked. "How much time ya say you got, Purdue?"
"Dunno. Maybe another hour. Why?"
John leaned back, his hard angry erection pointing up to his sternum. He gripped the shaft and jerked it softly. "Don't think Big Boy here is gonna be happy with just one fuck. Whaddya say? Wanna go into the cabin?"
The smile on Dan's face gave him all the answer he'd need.