1 comments/ 95950 views/ 6 favorites Ranger Guided By: sr71plt I didn't go to the gym to work out after my class as I'd told my roommate, Trent, I was going to do. I don't really know why I didn't do that. I was just so nervous and frustrated and jumpy that a good workout was probably just what I needed, but my mind wasn't on that sort of workout. My mind was on Trent, and I was just so embarrassed and confused and, yes, scared about this that I didn't know what to do. Although I had avoided the thought for weeks, I was beginning to accept that I was in love, or at least in lust, with my college roommate. I'd never had these feelings for another man before I'd arrived at this university, but I hadn't been rooming with Trent more than a week before the feelings of desire began to build up in my body. It was all I could do not to let him see the physical evidence of his effect on me. I was sure that he'd be disgusted; he'd probably scream my infatuation throughout the dorm, and I'd be marked and laughed off campus. Maybe it was forgetfulness that caused me to return to the room earlier than Trent thought I would rather than going to the gym. But maybe it was some sort of fate. I was deep in thought when I opened the door to the room. I could see that the shades were drawn and it was dark in the room, so I moved quietly, assuming that Trent was taking a nap on his bed. And at first I thought that was exactly what he was doing. He was stretched out on the bed on his belly, naked as usual. He always slept in the nude, which had been part of what had driven me crazy with lust. He had a deeply tanned, perfect body. But when I looked closer, I could see that he wasn't asleep. He was moving. And he wasn't belly to the mattress either. There was another deeply tanned, male body under his. Trent was stretched out over another man, who also was belly to mattress under him, and Trent's arms stretched up and out wide with the other man's, the fingers of their hands entwined; their legs also were entwined. Trent's chest was close into the other man's shoulder blades, and his chin was hooked on the crook of the man's shoulder. The two faces were glued at the lips. The movement I'd discerned was focused on the hips of both men. Trent's cock was buried to the hilt in the other man's ass, and both were moving at the hips, Trent in a slow circular motion and the man underneath him in an equally languid rising and falling motion. I could see the underside of the hard cock of the skewered man rubbing back and forth against the mattress. As I stopped breathing, the shock of what was happening sinking in, sinking in to the very center of me where I felt my own cock coming to life, I could hear their soft moaning and sighing. I turned and exited the room, quietly clicking the door behind me, and walked swiftly to my car and sat there trying to compose myself. Although I'd lusted after Trent in a way that was new and frightening to me, I'd had no inkling that he fucked other men. I was being consumed with a combination of joy at the possibilities and a visceral desire to be the man under Trent, being fucked by Trent, and of self-disgust at having these feelings and a horror of what sort of edge I was walking along here. I had to get away. I had to think and reason this out. And, I had to fight with my instincts, fight not to go over that edge. The edge scared me. My whole life would change if I went over that edge. I couldn't just walk into our room and tell my roommate I wanted him to fuck me, could I? And, then what, even if I did? I had no idea what to do and how it would feel. I just knew that when I saw those two together just now, I ached to be the man writhing under Trent. I needed to get away to some place entirely not here. I needed to think this out. I turned the key in the ignition and drove away from the university toward the outskirts of the college town. There was a historical house on a hill overlooking the town, and it had a mile-long hiking trail up to it in a national park area from the bottom, where there was a parking lot. I woke up from something of a trance to find myself parked in that lot. I'd never visited the historical house, and I knew I could use the hike up through the woods to it, so I got out of the car and started walking. I was wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and good sturdy running shoes, as I had intended on going to the gym after class; I hoped they'd let me in to the house tour. However, I was a college student, so I guess they'd become accustomed to young guys dressed like this. I couldn't get the image of Trent so closely and intimately fucking that other guy out of my mind as I hiked up the hill, and it was giving me a raging hard on. About half way up the hill, I slipped off the trail and far enough into the woods that I couldn't be seen from the trail. I leaned up against a tree, pulled my cock out over my waistband, and began stroking myself off. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Trent's lovely cock entering me and pumping me. But the image had no sensation to it, and I was cooling off. My cock was not engorging; this wasn't giving me any relief or release. I thought I heard a sound nearby in the underbrush, and I quickly pushed my cock back inside my shorts and turned back to the trail. The frustration was absorbing me. I didn't want to cross the edge, but I wanted Trent to fuck me. The idea of that was driving me wild, but I was numb from having absolutely no experience in what males did with males. Two thirds of the way up the trail, I heard a noise behind me and turned to see that there was a man in khaki uniform and a wide-brimmed hat pacing my walk up the mountain. As I turned, he took his hat off and wiped his arm across his face and then put the hat back on. He was tall, thin, and sinewy looking, with powerful-looking arms. He had a buzz cut, and my first impression was of a former marine who kept up with his routine. He kept his pace gauged to mine, and he didn't pass me by until I reached the building where tickets were sold to tour the house and gardens. When I entered the house and gave my ticket to the guide, I saw that the man from the trail was standing there with her and talking in friendly tones with another guide. I could see now that he was a park ranger. He turned hazel eyes and a friendly smile to me, and I felt myself turning red for some reason. It seemed like he was looking right into my mind, discerning that I was all messed up, and why. Without thinking, I gave him a shy smile and quickly turned and entered the house's parlor, where I joined five or six others who were on the same tour. Three rooms later I was standing at the back of the group, lost in an explanation on eighteenth-century life in the house of a Revolutionary War notable when I realized that someone was touching me. It wasn't just that someone had brushed by me; someone had a hand firmly on one of my butt cheeks and was definitely copping a feel. I quickly pulled away and moved to another part of the group, no longer on the back row. When I looked around, I saw that the park ranger was now with the group. He gave me another one of those smiles, and my cheeks burned. I don't know if it was because of what I was going through, but I hadn't been repelled by the encounter. I had enjoyed it. But, again, I was frustrated by not knowing what it meant or where it might be headed, or how it might get there. Shortly thereafter we found ourselves in the dimly lit kitchen in the slaves quarter area in the gardens away from the main house. We were all packed pretty close together, and once again I found myself on the back row listening to the guide's description of the kitchen and how activity here fit into the rhythm of the plantation life. The hand was on my butt again. I didn't move away this time, even when the hand had squeezed my butt cheek. And then I felt the hand come up and go under the waistband and squeeze the butt cheek, skin on skin. It moved over, centered on the small of my back, and I felt a long, strong finger slowly pushing down through my crack. This scared me, and my knees began to tremble uncontrollably. I did move away this time, moving around the edge of the group and then swirling out of the kitchen door with them, into the sunlight, as the tour ended. I didn't follow the others into the garden but stumbled quickly in the directionof the entrance—toward the path back down the hillside. This was all just too overwhelming. I'd teetered there on the edge, and it had disturbed me deeply; I hadn't had any idea where to go from there. I was moving quickly, blindly down the path. I heard him behind me. The park ranger was following me down the path, moving more quickly than I was. "Stop," he yelled in a deep, hoarse voice. "Just stop." I stopped dead in my tracks. His was a voice not to be challenged. But I was trembling all over when he reached me and turned me around, facing him. He held me out from him with strong hands on my upper arms. I looked down at his hands and wrists. He was wiry, but his fingers were long, strong, and sensuous. Blue veins stood out on his hands and ran up his wrists into the cuffs of his khaki shirt. "What are you running from, Son? Why did you leave so quickly?" "I don't know," I said. "Excuse me, but I've got to . . ." "I don't think you know what you've 'got to' do, Son. I think you're all mixed up about something. Is that right?" "Maybe," I said in a weak voice. "But, but . . . please, I've got to go." "Here, we need to get off this path," he was saying. He dropped one hand, but he kept a hold on my arm with the other one and pulled me off the side of the path into the trees and to a little glen, where some trees had recently fallen. There were fresh tree stumps and big chunks of tree sections scattered around, sunlit in the dappled rays thrusting in, invading the glen. I didn't feel there was any chance of breaking away and running back down the path because the grip of his single hand was overwhelmingly powerful. His grip on me was as much emotional and psychological as physical. There wasn't anything happening to me here that I didn't want to happen. I just didn't know how to go about my role. I was standing on the edge, looking down into the abyss. When we reached the edge of the sunlit area, he turned me around to face him. He'd unbuttoned his shirt en route and pulled the tail out of his pants. As I had imagined, he had a long, lithe chest with heavily muscled pecs and thick, blue veins running around through patches of curly hair outlining his pecs and meeting to travel down his flat belly and under his belt buckle. He pulled me into his chest, thrusting my T-shirt up and off my body in the process. He had one strong arm wrapped around my back and the hand of the other arm palmed out over the small of my back. My nipples were rubbing against his skin below his pecs, and his nipples were rubbing against my upper chest. The sensation was new and very pleasant to me. I was breathing heavily and beginning to tremble again. "I think that your problem is that your body wants one thing and your mind and emotions haven't quite caught up with that yet. Am I missing my guess here?" "I don't know," I murmured. "No, maybe not." I felt his hand go under my waistband, palm out over my buttocks, and that long, sensuous finger pushing down between my crack again. "You enjoyed this up at the house, didn't you?" "Yes," I whispered. And then I gasped, as his finger found my asshole. I involuntarily went up on my toes, raising my ass up to him, and he took advantage of that to enter me with his finger. I gasped again. "Then I'm right," he said. "This is what your body is telling you it wants. I want you to bring your hand around and feel my cock through my pants now." I did so. His prick was long and hard. I groaned and he kissed me then. And then, without losing his finger hold in my ass, he brought his lips and tongue down my neck and to my nipples, arching my torso back. "Does my cock scare you?" he whispered at the level of my nipple. "Yes," I whimpered. "But do you want it in you? Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes," I whimpered again. "Then do you have a problem with getting on with it?" "I . . . I don't know what to do," I murmured. I was close to tears. "You don't have to do anything," he said. "I'll do it all. And I'll be gentle. You've never done this before, have you?" "No." "But you want to do this now?" "Yes, oh yes." He stripped off my shorts and picked the shorts and T-shirt up and walked me over to one of the big, broad tree stumps. He removed his shirt and spread this and my shorts and T on top of the stump. He looked down at me and I looked up at him. His arms were strongly muscled and his thick veins rolled around as he moved them. The potential of his power still frightened me. He unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the ground. He could see my eyes blaze with fear and uncertainty, and he grinned a big grin for me. His cock was long but not unusually thick. It was almost fully engorged and curled slightly up toward his stomach. He dropped on his knees below me out of sight, but I knew exactly where he was because he was sucking my cock and had his fingers back working at my asshole. He'd lubricated them and was greasing my hole and a good three inches up my shunt. The pad of a finger found my prostate, which caused a whole new realm of flash-point sensations for me. I felt like I was going to piss and cum at the same time, but the latter won out as his tongue and lips caused me to shoot my load down his throat. His lips and tongue moved on to my asshole, and I writhed in pleasure as he rimmed and tongue fucked me. "Do you want me now?" I heard him ask huskily. "Yes, yes, yes," I replied. "But . . . please. I've never . . ." "Trust me," he said, as he stood up. "I'm from the government and I'm here to protect you." I laughed weakly as I watched him split open a condom packet and roll the translucent sheath onto his cock. I felt his cock head at my hole, and then I felt the pain of him entering me to the rim of his head. He took my hips in his strong hands and rotated me around, opening me to him, and slowly entering me. I groaned and grunted and several times was on the edge of screaming for him to make it stop, but this is what I wanted. After this it would be easier with Trent. I knew that. Trent was thicker than the ranger was. Not as long, but thicker. Doing it with the ranger would help me to do it with Trent. I knew that, and I wanted Trent to do me. Once his cock had purchase inside me, the ranger let my hips drop back onto the tree stump and he took my legs by the ankles and wishboned them. This opened me more, helping me to accommodate him, as he began to pump me deeply. There was pain, but there was pleasure too, and I was exhilarated at the thought of that long cock buried in me, and of a strongly muscled stranger fucking me. It would be much easier to approach Trent now. While he was pumping me, I imagined it was Trent inside me, and this time I could feel all of the sensations of being fucked by Trent. I could hardly wait. Ranger Guided Ch. 02 The Perfect Roommate Was it possible that Trent didn't know what effect he had on me? He was driving me crazy. He'd been doing this since we were thrown together as college roommates two months earlier. I was sitting at my desk, trying to concentrate on my calculus homework, when the door to our room opened and Trent padded in straight from the shower, dripping wet. He stood there on the carpet, within clear sight of me, and whipped the towel off from around his waist and started to dry himself down. He was whistling and chatting at me, apparently oblivious to the fact that I couldn't catch my breath well enough to answer him. He was beautiful. He had a lithe, deeply tanned athlete's body. Everything was perfectly proportioned, from his shiny white teeth down to his size nine and a half feet. Everything, that is, except for his outsized cock and low-hanging balls. He slept in the nude, and this evening he showed every sign that he wasn't going to dress up now just to have to prepare for bed a little later. He moved around the room like a dancer—no, like a big cat stalking its prey—with his heavy cock swaying back and forth. I tried to bury my face in my math problems, but I just couldn't ignore him. I was glad my knees were under the desk, because I would have been very embarrassed for him to see the hard on he was giving me. At length, he stretched out on his bed and read a sports magazine. His free hand was gliding along the contours of his torso and occasionally down to his cock, and I watched him from the corner of my eye, aching to run my hands where his were going. "Gotta sleep the sleep of the dead tonight," he said as he sat up, scoffed down a couple of pills, and drank from a cup on the table beside his bed. "Important lacrosse game tomorrow." He turned out his light and pulled a sheet over his beautiful body and lay there on his back with his eyes closed tight. "I'll have the lights off in a few minutes," I said. "No problem," he said, already yawning. "When I take these pills, you could set off a bomb on my stomach and I'd never notice." And he was right about that. When Trent took his sleeping pills, you'd lost him for at least six hours. I turned my desk chair around and sat there and watched him as his breath became regular. And I pined for him. I wondered what he'd do if he knew how much I wanted him inside me. This sinful feeling had only been accentuated earlier in the day when I'd come back to the room early and found him fucking another guy in his bed. I'd been quiet and they'd been very absorbed in what they were doing, so he hadn't noticed that I'd seen him. I was wild for him now that I knew he fucked guys. Before it had only been a remote dream; now it seemed like a possibility. If only he'd notice me, give me some sign. He fidgeted in the bed, and one leg came out from under the sheet. I fixated on that deeply tanned leg, with its heavily muscled calf and thigh. And on his feet, not too long, but with long, sensuous toes. I tried to turn back to my studies, but my eyes were drawn to him. He snorted in his sleep, and an edge of the sheet came off one side of his chest as well. I stared at his well-defined chest and at the nipple peeking out just at the side of the sheet—dark brown, round, and full. Now I was physically drawn to him. He'd get cold, I was telling myself. He should be covered. I rose and moved to the bed and sat down beside his leg. I lifted the sheet to pull it back onto his body, but I found myself moving it off the rest of his body instead and folding it over toward the wall. He was stretched out on his back on the bed beside me, his arms raised above his head. Beauty in repose. His breathing was regular, and his magnificent chest was rising and falling in a rhythm that was making my blood run hot. I gently placed the palm of my hand on his flat belly. If he awoke, I could still say I was trying to reach for the sheet to cover him. But he didn't wake. He sighed for me instead, an innocuous little response that sent a shock through my cock and down into my balls. I let my hands roam on his torso then just as he had done to himself earlier while I was stealing glances at him. He sighed and moaned quietly for me; I no doubt was causing him to have a pleasant dream. It was not only the sighing and moaning that told me this was the case. His cock was beginning to engorge. I gently encased it with one of my hands and lightly stroked him. His cock got bigger and his mouth opened and he was licking his lips. I rose and came around to the foot of the bed. Crouching down, I wove my arms under his thighs and brought both hands up onto his belly and took his tool into my mouth. I teased his cock head with my tongue and lips, and he engorged further. I sucked cock, trying to get as much of him into me as possible, keeping the strokes slow and gentle so as not to break into his dream. He moaned more deeply for me and began to weakly grind his pelvis into my face. I moved my hands up to his nipples, which were erect and hard. I briefly moved my tongue and lips to his now-tight balls. He had a musky smell that I found intoxicating. After a few minutes, I returned my lips and tongue to his cock. I had him as big as I'd ever seen him now. I was wondering if I could make him ejaculate down my throat without him awakening. If I could, I'd at least have that. He'd never have to know we'd even had sex. "If you make me cum now, it will be at least twenty minutes before we can fuck." I sat up in total shock. He was wide awake, his arms folded behind his head and giving me a big grin. "Oh, God, Trent. I was just. . . . Oh, God, I'm so sorry." "You were doing just what, Hugh? Looks to me like you were just giving me great head." "But, but. . . . You were asleep. You took those pills." "No, I didn't take those pills. I pretended to take those pills. I was going to slip those pills in that cup of water you take every night before going to bed. It was my last-ditch effort to jump your bones." "Jump my bones?" I asked incredulously. "I can hardly see you way down there. Can you come up here, please?" I was in shock, but I slid up the bed until I was laying on my side beside him. He encircled me in his arms and kissed me on the lips. I was dumbfounded. "So, what are we going to do now, Hugh?" he asked when we came out of the kiss. "From my perspective, we have two choices. I can fuck you hard or you can finish sucking me off. I'm a resolute top, so it's down to those two choices. Which shall we do?" My mind raced back to the scene earlier where I'd seen him fucking another guy in this bed, and there was no question in my mind what I wanted. "Fuck me," I answered in a small voice. "I want you to fuck me. I've wanted you to fuck me for weeks." "And I've wanted to fuck you for that long, too," Trent murmured. "I wonder why we took so long to get around to this." His hand glided down my bare chest and under the waistband of my sleeping shorts. He possessed my cock now, and it lengthened and thickened under his attention. "Sort of too bad I don't do bottom," he whispered. "You have very nice equipment. But, here, I'll get up over you and I want you to lay on your belly. My mind raced back to how I'd found him earlier today. Yes, I wanted it just the same way. Me on my belly and him covering me close from above, churning his cock in my canal by rotating his hips, while I stroked up into him and rubbed my dick on the sheet. But when I was stretched out and he moved over me, it wasn't like the position that had been burned into my mind when I had found him fucking that other guy earlier today. Instead, he lowered his body on mine, head to toe, with his strong legs running up and closely encasing my torso and his head between my wide-spread thighs. His cock was running up and pressing in me between my shoulder blades. I grabbed the brass headboard slats above my head and hung on for dear life as he pulled my dick back between my legs and alternated between sucking on that from above and tonguing my asshole. I ground my body into the mattress under him in ecstasy. If this had been part of the routine he'd gone through earlier in the day, I had arrived too late for this scene. But I certainly enjoyed it. He had brought a tube of lubricant down with him when he'd straddled me, and after he tongued my ass, he lubed it and worked it with his fingers. "Nice tight ass," he murmured. "Am I the first?" "Not quite," I answered in a lust-choked voice. "But close enough." I felt his weight come off me. I looked up and he was standing on the floor beside me, holding out a condom packet. "Would you like to do the honors?" he asked. With trembling hands, I clumsily got the packet open and the condom extracted and rolled it onto his gigantic cock. "Well done," he said, with a laugh. "You're sure you want to do this?" "Yes, oh yes." "Well, then prepare to be totally fucked. You really turn me on. Up on your knees, legs spread." I did as he asked, and he was back up on the bed on his knees behind me now, moving like a cat. I moaned and groaned when I felt his cock head at my hole and grunted and yelped as he pushed it into me. I was tight, and he was rotating his tool around, trying to get it inside me. He pulled my butt cheeks apart with the palms of his hands, and he was in a couple of inches. He had a bulbous cock head, so this was the roughest part of the ordeal—at least in the thickness department. I panted and moaned and groaned and thought the trembling in my legs and knees would cause me to collapse. "Too much?" he asked. "Do you want me to stop?" "No, no, do me," I gasped. I cried out as he pushed on into me then, stretching my canal to the limit, filling me up to what seemed to be the depth of a mile. My knees did collapse then, which I was very happy to have happen, because then Trent came down on to me just as I had seen him do to that other guy earlier in the day and just as I had fanaticized about ever sense. His chest dug into my shoulder blades and his hands glided up my own arms and grabbed me by the wrists. They moved on then to my and, and he entwined his fingers in mine around the brass headboard slats. His thighs and calves overlay mine, out wide, and my ass canal tightly held his throbbing cock. We lay there for a few minutes, as my waves of pain slowly morphed into waves of pleasure, my ass canal starting to undulate around his throbbing dick. I felt his chin hook onto my shoulder, and I turned my head and lips to him. As his tongue pushed its way between my lips, his hips started their motion. First he pumped in and out of me in both long and short strokes, and then, as my own hips started to answer in a raised and lower rhythm, his hips started to rotate in a circular motion, moving his cock around in my ass canal. My ass walls started to tremble and undulate again. I was panting and moaning, and so was he. "It's so nice," he was whispering in my ear. "So tight and so sweet, and so, so nice." My hips were off the bed now, and my reengorged cock was dragging its head back and forth on the sheet, fucking the bed. Suddenly, he had dug his knees into the bed again, released my hands, and brought me up to my knees in front of him. We were both up on our knees on the bed, and my back was arched so that only my shoulder blades touched his shoulders. he had the nails of one hand dug in around one of my aureoles now, and I could feel the pain, but I didn't care. I didn't want it to stop. And he was furiously jacking me off with the other hand. He was pumping his cock up into me from below now, with long, fast, and deep thrusts. We came almost simultaneously and fell back onto the bed, he still stretched out on my back. "I'm sorry," he whispered in my ear. "I don't know what came over me. I lost it. You are just so tight and sexy. I couldn't control myself." "It was great," I answered. "You can do that again anytime you want." "How about as soon as I can reload?" he asked with a low laugh. "You're on," I answered. So, we lay there, while we cooled off and his cock contracted inside my asshole. He still filled me in tumescence, and he didn't lose purchase when he rolled us over onto our sides. His body was cupped around mine. After a few minutes, we started to kiss again and to relight the fire. His hands roamed around my torso and played with my nipples. I could feel his cock reawakening. "I'm clean," I whispered to him. "Never been barebacked. If you know you're clean too, . . ." Trent's answer was an intake of breath and a deep kiss, while he pulled his dick out of me. When he slid back in, I could tell that it was skin on skin. This gave me an extra thrill, and I wiggled my butt at him. Trent responded by lifting my leg in the air, getting his pelvis close in under my buttocks, filling me to the hilt with his delicious sausage, and side-splitting me in fast and furious thrusts for a good twenty minutes until I felt his spasms of semen flooding my insides. Our cries of ecstasy mingled as I rejoiced at the thought that I could have this for almost every night for the rest of the school year if I wanted. But why did I think "if"?