Date: Mon, 26 Jul 1999 22:47:50 PDT
From: Just_a Guy <male_excite@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Ranger
Summer vacations were always fun as a kid. My family ( dad, mom, and
brother who was a year younger than myself ) would travel across country in
our camper and trailer for up to six weeks at a time. My dad was a truck
driver by profession - driving for a well known petroleum company here in
California - so driving a "rig" was no problem for him.
My parents had planned a trip to Lake Louise, Alberta, Canada the
summer before eigth grade. My mom was particularly excited about the trip
as she had heard many stories about how beautiful the lake and surrounding
Canadian Rocky Mountains were.
The night before we were to cross the Canadian border, we stopped at
Glacier National Park for the night. My dad pulled the camper and trailer
into the campground and found our camp site. It was late in the afternoon,
and mom started to prepare supper. My brother and I went "exploring" like
we always did when we went to a new place.
As we walked around the campground, we watched a park ranger get out of
his white pickup truck and go over to a group of trash cans and secure the
lids to the cans with a lock and chain. The ranger was in full national
park uniform. He stood about 6'1" tall, weighed about 195 pounds with dark
hair, green eyes and a cleft chin was prominent on his clean shaven face.
He was early 40's - I guessed.
My brother and I wandered over to him and my brother asked the ranger
what he was doing. "We have bears around here and they'll get into the bins
if we don't lock them up at night." My brother was satisfied with this
answer and we were off again to explore our new surroundings. As we walked
away, I looked back over my shoulder to steal a glimpse of the ranger. He
was extremely rugged and handsome. As I looked back, the ranger looked at
me. I quickly looked away as I was embarrassed being caught stealing a look
at the ranger.
After supper, it was a ritual that we all took a shower before bed.
The men's rest room had two shower stalls so I had to wait while my dad and
my brother took their shower. I meandered around the campground while I
waited for my turn.
I went back to the men's room after about 30 mins and my dad and
brother were gone and I began my shower. The men's room was empty the whole
time I showered. As I began to leave the men's room after showering, the
ranger (that I had seen earlier) and I passed each other. I noticed that he
had carried a duffel bag and had a rolled up towel under his arm.
My mind began to race. I began to think of any excuse to go back into
the rest room without making it obvious why I was there. Lots of scenarios
quickly ran through my mind and I settled upon one.
As I entered the men's room, I heard the shower running and the ranger
whistled as he showered. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. (Each
shower stall had a private dressing area in front of the stall that was
separated by a pull curtain). I reached in and stole all of the Ranger's
clothing, shoes, and towel. I quickly dumped them in the trash can just
outside of the men's room and returned inside. When the Ranger finished
showering, I heard the curtain slide back. "God damn it!" the Ranger
shouted. He came rushing out of the shower area. I was at the sink
brushing my teeth watching him in the mirror. I had my toothbrush in my
mouth and my lips were dripping with toothpaste froth as I said to the
Ranger, "What happened?" "Someone stole my clothes and towel!" he shouted.
I faked a surprised look and began "looking" around to "help" the ranger
find his gear.
Meanwhile, the ranger stood in middle of the shower room dripping wet.
Water dripped from his head and his chest hairs were matted down against his
skin. Streaks of water dripped down his muscular thighs and calves.
"Here - you can use my towel" I said handing him my damp towel. The
ranger thanked me and began toweling off. He wrapped the towel around his
waist and said, "Who'd do such a thing?" I shrugged my shoulders and said
nothing.
The ranger asked me to go to his cabin, which was near the campground
entrance, and not far from the men's room and bring him some clothes. He
told me to climb through his bedroom window to get in.
As I entered the bedroom window, the bed side lamp offered sufficient
light. I gathered a set of trousers and a pair of hiking boots from the
closet. I then opened his dresser drawer to get a pair of underwear, t-shirt
and socks. As I reached into his t-shirt drawer, I stumbled onto two
pornographic magazines titled "Chicks With Dicks." I opened the magazine
and sat on the edge of the bed. Contained in the pages where women with
penises. I had never seen anything like it before in my life. Towards the
end of the magazine, the man was on his knees sucking the woman's dick. On
the last page, the man was bent over, and the woman was pressed up against
his butt - you couldn't see her dick.
Just as I was about to get going, the ranger appeared at his bedroom
door. "I found my clothes in a trash can outside of the men's room. What
are you doing looking at those magazines!" growled the ranger. I threw the
magazines down and stood up. "I...I...I was getting your clothes when I
found them" I stammered.
"You seemed pretty interested in the magazine boy, do you like what you
see?" growled the Ranger. "Mmmm, yes" I said shyly.
The Ranger came over to me and pushed me back onto his bed. "What did
you like about them boy?" growled the ranger. "I...I... liked the guy
sucking the woman's dick" I replied.
"Ever get your dick sucked, boy?" growled the ranger. "No" I said.
"Stand up!" commanded the ranger. I did as I was told. The ranger
reached for the top button of my 501's and pulled it apart sternly. The
rest of the buttons followed suit and my Levi's were now opened all the way
at the fly.
The ranger massaged my dick through my underwear and I quickly became
hard. The ranger got on his knees and pulled my dick out of my underwear.
He soon had my teenage hardon engulfed in his mouth. His warm, moist mouth
felt really good on my dick. I saw myself in the mirror of his closet door.
I stood there with my mouth opened. The ranger was making my dick feel
really good.
The ranger stood up and pulled down his zipper. Out sprang his dick.
His dick was not very long, but it was very, very fat with a big, mushroom
shaped dickhead. A clear bubble of liquid oozed from the end of his dick.
"Taste my dick son" the ranger said as he pushed me down by my
shoulders. I got onto my knees and I had a bird's eye view of his dick.
The dickhead was bright pink. I opened my mouth and the ranger grabbed me
by the back of my head. He stepped forward and I felt his dick invading my
mouth. The ranger began pumping his dick head in and out of my mouth.
Every time the dickhead would leave my lips, a "plop" sound was made. After
a while, the ranger began thrusting his dick in my mouth faster and faster.
Soon, he began to breathe heavily. "Uhhhhhh" cried the ranger. I tasted a
salty substance and almost began to choke.
The ranger pulled his dick out of my mouth and shot his man juice all
over my face and neck. I grabbed the t-shirt I was going to bring him and
wiped my face and neck with it.
The ranger pulled me up and pushed me onto the bed. He took my dick
head into his mouth. I laid back and began to relax. The sensation of
having this good looking, masculine man making my dick feel good was
incredible. After about two minutes, I began panting and soon I was
squirting my boy juice into his mouth. The ranger took my whole load into
his mouth and sucked it all way down.
The ranger looked at me, smiled, then growled, "You better get outta
here before you're missed" As I began to leave, the ranger grabbed me and
looked into my eyes, "I hope you had a fun time" he said. "Yes, I did. This
is something I've always wanted to do and I'll never forget you. Thank very
much, sir." The ranger smiled and as I turned, he swatted me on the ass.
"Now get outta here boy!"
When I returned to our campsite, my mom was worried, "Where've you
been?" she demanded. "Out exploring" I replied.