Date: Wed, 16 Jan 2008 14:24:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Randy Howard <randyhoward2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nick and the Ranger / Beginnings

Nick and the Ranger
By
randyhoward2@yahoo.com

Nick Staples could hear his heart beating as he jogged
along the deserted path in the park.  It was a sunny morning
and the sun's heat had not yet warmed the day.  The sweat
ran down his brow as he jogged along, and gathered in the
crevices of his abs.  He was just eighteen and loved to run
and this day was going good.  He had just finished at his
gym, his daily work out and now was doing his run.  His
body showed his strict regiment of working out.  His chest
and abs are nicely cut, and his ass is tight and round.  His
arms and legs are bulging with well-developed muscles,
which show well as he runs.  Ahead he could see some
street thugs, they looked harmless, but he took no chances.
He crossed the over to another path that led into the woods.
The thugs took of running after him and he picked up his
pace to out distant them.  He glanced back to see how close
they were and tripped over a tree root that crossed the path.
He went down in a painful spill, and the thugs soon caught
up with him.

"Thought you could out run us faggot, didn't you," they
said to me as I lay in pain on the ground.

"What do you want with me," I ask them, considering that
there is three of them and one of me. "I am not no fag
either." I retort to them as they laugh at me.

"Fags come here all the time to run and hook up," they tell
me.  "So you must be a fag."

The biggest of the three reaches down and picks me off the
ground.  He pushes me hard and I topple over, landing back
on the ground.

I look around hoping that a park ranger would be making
his rounds, knowing that these kids cannot be more than
seventeen or eighteen at the most and they mean to do me
harm.

"Pick him up," the big one tells the other two.  They grab
me by the arms and they take me off, deep into the woods.
We are out of view of anyone passing by on the path, as the
two hold me by my arms.

"Strip off the clothes fag," the big one tells me, as the two
release his arms.

"Why, I have done nothing to you," I tell the big one.  He
comes over and hits hard in my gut and I bend over in pain.

"Like I said before fag, strip off the clothes," he says with
more authority to his voice.  I slowly pull down my running
shorts and they dropped to the ground.

"Step out of 'em," he says.  I step out of them and he tosses
them into the woods.  He points to my jock and motions it
down; I remove it and he tosses it.  I stand there naked with
my hands covering my front and he comes over and grabs
my hands.

"Now its time to teach this faggot a lesson," he says
looking at the other two with a grin on his face.  He undoes
his pants and drops them as he stands before me.

"Down on your knees fag," he orders. "Suck my cock, real
good and maybe we won't hurt ya."

I slowly drop to my knees and he grabs me by my hair.  He
shoves his cock deep down my throat and I gag from the
force.

"You give me pain and I will show you what pain is
fucker," he says to me.  I swallow to accommodate his cock
and I move up and down his cock, as he forcefully fucks
my face.  He slams my mouth until I can feel he is ready to
shoot and he pulls out.  He stands me up and has me bend
over a fallen tree.  He spits on his hand, rubs it on his cock,
and then shoves it in my ass.

"Oh fuck, please that hurts," I scream out in pain, but he
laughs as he pushes all the way in.  He forcefully starts to
pound my ass as the other two hold me down.  The pain is
horrendous that I feel and I fear I may pass out, as he just
keeps pounding away.  I soon feel his cock swell, I know
that he is close, and I soon feel him shoot his come deep
inside me.  He keeps slamming my ass until he has no more
sperm to give, and he pulls out and another of the three
comes over and takes his place.  He, like the first just
pushes his cock in and I am thankful for the come that is in
there for lube.  He is smaller also, he pounds me hard, and
he soon shoots his load and pulls out.  The last one looks at
me and says to the big one.

"I ain't putting my dick in there after you two just fucking
came in him.  He can blow instead,"

The big one grabs me by the hair and pulls my head up, and
the kid shoves his cock deep into my mouth and he starts to
fuck my face.  He aggressively slams my mouth for what
seems like eternity.  He is moaning and slamming and then
he shoots his sperm deep into my throat.  He pulls out, the
big one drops my head, and he kicks my ribs hard.  I fall
over to my side; I grab my ribs, as I cry out in pain.  They
run off leaving me naked and in pain, as I wonder how I
will get out of here.  I am lying there for almost an hour
when I hear the sound of horse's feet on the path.  I cry out
in pain, hoping that the ranger will hear me.

"Help me please, help me." I yell.  It's a few moments and
I see the uniform of a park ranger coming through the
woods.

"Shit kid, what happened to you," he asks me.  "Where the
hell are your clothes."

"I was jogging and these three thugs jumped and raped me,
ranger," I tell him. "They threw my clothes somewhere
over in the woods," I say pointing in the general direction
of where they threw them.  He kneels down beside me and
is feeling my ribs that I am holding, and I cry out in pain.

"I think you may have a broken rib or two," he says. "Lets
get you to a hospital and get you looked at."  He radios for
an ambulance and it arrives what seems like forever later.
They had a hard time reaching me and had to carry me out
to the ambulance to treat me.  I spent hours in the
emergency room and was waiting for a taxi to come when
the ranger came in.

"I wasn't sure if you would still be here," he says to me.  "I
wanted to see how you were doing and get a description of
the guys that attacked you."

"I have no broken ribs, but a few badly bruised ones," I tell
him. "I was waiting for a taxi to pick me up so I could go
home."

"Why don't you let me take you home and I can get the
information I need," he says. "We can call the taxi
company and cancel the cab."  I call the taxi to cancel and
he pulls his car around for me to get in.

"My name is Paul Jacobs," he tells me. "I have been a
ranger now for twenty years.  I have seen that park go
downhill quite a bit over the last few years."

"Well Paul it is a pleasure to meet you," I tell him. "Nick
Staples the name. I thought I would be there forever until
you came along."

"What happened today, son," he asks.

"I went for my usual run like I always do, and I notice these
three guys ahead of me.  To avoid trouble I cross over to
another path and they soon come after me.  I must have
tripped on a tree root because I fell flat on my face.  They
caught up with me and started to call me a faggot.  They
dragged me off into the woods and they beat and raped me
and then left me."

"We have had complaints about those three before.  I think
we have a pretty good idea who they are." He tells me.
"Would you be willing to pick them out of a line up if we
can pick them up," he asks.

"Definitely, if it gets them off the street." I tell him.

"This is my place right here," I tell him, pointing to an old
brownstone. "I dread going in, I live on the third floor and
the stairs will kill going up."

"Here let me help you getting up there." He volunteers.  He
is a gentle man of about forty-nine.  He is tall and well
built.  He does not seem to have an ounce of fat on him so
he must work out, I think to myself.  His hair is brown with
just a touch of gray starting to show, and his eyes are hazel
that glows as the sunlight hits them.  His arms are muscular
and his skin is tan, from being outside all day.  He runs
around to my side of the car and helps me get out.  He takes
me by the arm and helps up the front steps.  I stop half way
up as I cringe with pain and he gently sits me on the wall.

"This is not going to work Nick. How are you going to
make it up three flights of stairs when you can't even make
up the front steps," he says to me.

"I have to Paul, I have no other place to go." I tell him. He
is silent for a moment as I catch my breath and then he
looks at me and says.

"If you have no objections, I can put you up until you are
better," he says with a smile. "I live alone and have plenty
of room and it would not be any inconvenience at all."

"Paul, I really appreciate the offer.  You don't even know
me and you are willing to help a perfect stranger." I say to
him.

"I am sure that you are not perfect and I would love the
company," he says with a laugh.  "Now what do you say,
how about it Nick."

"Well I would sure appreciate not having to climb three
flights of stairs, and if you are sure that it is not an
inconvenience, sure thanks." I tell him and shake his hand.

"How about you give me your keys and I go up and get you
some clothes," he says.  I give him my keys and give him
directions as to where to find my clothes.  He helps me
back to his car, goes up to my apartment, and comes back
down fifteen minutes later with my things.

"Nice place you have, nice and orderly," he says. "You can
tell a lot about a person by the way they keep the place they
live," he says smiling at me.

We drive off to his place and he lives in the nicer part of
town.  He has a beautiful three-bedroom ranch on a quiet
dead end street.  As I walk into his home, he has a spacious
living room with a fireplace and a dining room just off it to
the left.  His kitchen is nicely appointed, with his pots and
pans hanging from a pot rack above an island stove. He has
a half bath just off the kitchen I notice, as he leads me
down the hall to the first bedroom.  He has converted it into
an office that is filled with antiques.  On one wall, he has
all shelves filled with books. An antique mahogany desk
just in front of them with a pair of leather wing backs chairs
across from the desk.  He takes me to the guest room and
he sets my things down in there.  It has an antique bed with
marble top nightstands on each side of it.  A high boy is
next to the door leading to a private bath.

"This will be your room Nick," he says to me.

"I love the antiques Paul, they are beautiful," I tell him.

"They belonged to my grandparents."

He takes me to his bedroom and it is just as grand.  He has
an antique bed with a three-step staircase leading up to it on
each side.  The canopy is elegant and maybe fifteenth
century I would guess.  There is a pair of Louis the
fourteenth nightstands and dressers to complete the room.
His private bath is just off to the right of the entrance to his
room.

"Your home is so elegant Paul, I would never have guessed
it from the outside."

"I like to keep it that way," he says. "Less tempting to
thieves."

"Well let's get something to eat and relax." He says.  "I am
not that good a cook so please bare with me."

"Why don't you let me do the cooking, because I am a
good cook and love to cook for others." I tell him heading
to the kitchen.

"You're my guest," he says, "I can't have you cooking for
yourself and me when you are hurting."

"Don't be silly, the pain pills have kicked in and I am fine.
Besides I love to cook and it will be my way of thanking
you for your hospitality."

He shows me what he has for food and I whip up and a
Fettuccini Alfredo with chicken and broccoli.  I send him
out for a loaf of Italian bread and I make us some garlic
bread.  He picks out a nice wine and we sit to eat.

"Wow this is so good Nick. Where the fuck you learn to
cook like this," he says then catches himself. "Sorry Nick, I
didn't mean to swear." He says blushing.  It looks so cute
on him at his age, blushing.

"Don't worry about the swearing Paul, I don't have virgin
ears." I tell him.  We finish our meal and he tells me to sit
as he cleans up the dishes.  He grabs the bottle of wine and
we take in out to the patio.  The patio over looks a
swimming pool and has an attached Jacuzzi.  He grabs a
remote and pushes a button and an awning comes down
from the wall.  We sit at a marble top table and enjoy our
coffee.

"Maybe later you might want to go in the Jacuzzi for a bit.
It might loosen up your ribs," he says.

"I didn't grab a swimsuit unless you did when you were
upstairs at my place," I say.

"Hell Nick, we are both men," he says, "go naked like I do.
Besides I have complete privacy back here." He says.

"Well we will see," I say, thinking it might do me some
good in the hot water.

We sit and talk, mostly about me, for hours as the sunsets.
The light gives Paul's eyes a romantic glow and they
mesmerize me.  His tan is radiant in the softness of the
setting sun and I hang on his every word.

"I haven't heard you mention your parents at all, Nick."

"They were killed in a car crash three years ago and I lived
with a cousin until a few months ago."

"I am so sorry, Nick for mentioning it." He says
apologetically.

"Thank you Paul, I am over the shock of it now, but I do
still miss them." I tell him. "My dad and I were best friends
and my mom taught me how to cook."

"Well she did a right fine job, son," he says with a smile
showing his beautiful teeth.

"You have a nice smile," I tell him.

"Well like I always say, 'sometimes one smile means more
than a dozen roses,'" As he gives me that smile again.  "It
is getting late and if we are going to get in that darn Jacuzzi
we had better be getting going," he says getting up.

I get up and fall right back down in my seat.  The glasses of
wine have an intoxicating affect on me and I stumble to my
feet.

"Here let me help, son," he says putting his strong arm
around me.  "We don't want you falling and hurting
yourself more, now do we," as we walk to the Jacuzzi.

His scent is invigorating and it caries me back to when my
dad would hold me on his lap watching TV.  I lean into
Paul and drink in his scent letting it flood my senses.  He
sits me on a chair beside the Jacuzzi and bends down to
remove my shoes.  I lean forward and take a whiff of his
hair and it has a faint smell of herbs and soap.  He takes
them off and my socks with them and he glances up to my
eyes.  The light now is dancing in his eyes and I lean
forward to kiss him but fall.

"Whoa now son.  I think you had a bit to much of the wine
tonight," he says with that sexy smile.  "Here stand up and
let me undress you so we can get you into the water."

I stand and I put my arms around his neck as he unbuttons
my shirt.  He removes it and I let go long enough for him to
let it fall to the ground.  I put my arms once again around
his neck as he starts to remove my running shorts.

"I feel like such a lushhh, because I can't even undresssss
myselfff," I slur.

"Don't worry about it son, we have all been it this state at
least once in our lifetime," he says.  "Now this is going to
be a little tricky," he says.  "You hold on to me tight now,
hear."

He pulls down my running shorts and my jock in one swift
move.  I loose my balance and fall forward shoving my
cock right into his face.  He grabs my hips, we freeze for a
long moment, and then he helps me stand up.

"Almost lost you there, didn't we son." He says with a big
teethe grin.

He helps me get in the water and the heat from it makes my
head spin.  I am smiling from ear to ear as he steadies me in
the corner of the tub.  I watch as he slowly pulls he shirt
over his head, and his chest has a light dusting of chestnut
hair.  His pecks are firm and his nipples stand tall and
plump.  I follow his hand as it goes to his pants, lightly
feeling along his abs.  He definitely has a six-pack and not
a bit of fat.  He undoes his belt and unbuttons his pants and
when he unzips them, they fall.  They puddle softly around
his ankles as he kicks off his shoes.  He steps out his pants,
removes his socks, and then places his thumbs into the
waistband of his boxer briefs.  He quickly pulls them down
exposing his cut manhood.  He gives them a kick and the
fly across the yard and he gives he balls a tug.  He turns
and steps into the Jacuzzi, and his ass is round, white and
firm.  I start to reach out to touch it, then think better of it
and pull my hand back in as he turns and sit down.

"Now isn't this nice," he says.  "Nothing like a good soak
to loosen up tight muscles."

We are both just lying back and soaking and my mind is on
his hot body.  What a well-maintained man, I think to
myself, when so many his age let themselves go.  We soak
for maybe an hour and I am starting to fall asleep.

"Hey son, why don't we get you into bed, before you fall to
sleep and drown in here." He says.

"That might be a good idea."

"Will you be all right while I go grab us some towels," he
asks.

"Yeah," I say, "as long as I don't stand up."

He gets out and I watch as his cute fucking ass goes
waltzing across the patio.  I can feel my cock start to rise as
he pauses at the door and glances back.  He goes inside and
soon returns with two jumbo towels.

"Here we go little buddy," he says reaching a hand down to
me.  I stand up and walk forward and pause, my face now
is level with his cock.  I stare at his manhood still wet and
glistening in the moonlight.  I want to reach out and take it
in my mouth but his voice calls be back to my senses.

"Up now Nick, both hands buddy," he says taking my other
hand.  I get out of the water and he wraps me in the fluffy
white towel.  He slowly starts to dry me off starting with
my back.  He rubs my back from my neck on down to the
small of my back.

"Lean into me some Nick," he says.

I lean in to him holding on for dear life, even though I no
longer need to.  He starts to dry my ass paying much
attention to its valley.  I softly moan as he hits my rosebud
and he seems to linger there.  He straightens me up and
then drops to his knees, as he dries each one of my legs.
When gets to my feet he says lift, and I life each one and
dries it.  He dries the other as he goes up it and stops at my
cock.  He is facing my cock, he looks up at me, and I am
looking down at him.  His eyes are sparkling from the
moonlight and the water on his face glistens.  He looks
back at my cock and he puts the towel around it and starts
to dry it.  I moan as he gently massages me, and my cock
start to rise.  He looks up at me and I am looking down at
the most handsomest man I have ever known.  I bend and I
pull him up to his feet and I put my arms around his neck.

"Are you sure, son," he says looking deep in my eyes as I
place my lips to his.  He parts his lips and welcomes my
tongue inside, and we kiss a kiss of passion.  His arms
envelope me and pull me tightly to him as I surrender
myself to him.  He lips are like honey to mine and I drink
in the taste of them.  He breaks our kiss, stands back, and
says.

"You know Nick, this is not why I asked you to stay with
me.  I don't want you to think you have to do this because
you owe me or something." He looks like a man lost to the
world as he stands there hoping for acceptance.

"Paul I have been so taken by you ever since the park.  You
have captured my heart Paul.  I know you feel that your age
and mine, is something of a concern.  I do not care about
age love; I look at the man, and mostly what is inside.  The
way that you cared for me when I was feeling drunk, no
ordinary man would ever do that.  You were tender and
loving in the way that you handled me, I knew then that I
was falling in love.  We kissed as young lovers that first
kiss of true love, one of promise of time immortal.  He took
my hand and led me inside to his bedroom.  As I climbed
the steps to his bed, I thought to myself, I am climbing the
stairway to heaven and in his arms, I will definitely find it.
We made passionate love that was tender and sweet, as I
gave him my most precious treasure for his taking.  When
we climaxed together, we felt as one as we rode the wave
of emotion.  We embraced each other and kissed
passionately until we came down from our loves high.  He
lay over me, stared in my eyes, and told me how much he
loved me.  How can two people fall in love, this quick you
say, I do not know, but one thing I do know.  That was over
twenty years ago and we have never been more happy and
in love than we were in those years.  I had a man that had
taught me what it meant to love and be loved.  He was slow
in teaching me the ways of love, making sure that I would
remember.  I know that we had many years between us, but
what years God gave us were filled with love for one
another.  Paul had given me more than I could have ever
given him. I miss my man but I know that who ever I find
to love again will have a man that was taught by the best in
the ways of love.