Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 02:40:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Krenshaw <davekrenshaw@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ranger Roy In The Shadows:  Installment 4

              Ranger Roy In The Shadows:  Installment 4


              by Dave Krenshaw:  davekrenshaw@yahoo.com


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Ranger Roy truly found the beauty of his surroundings completely
enchanting: The private rented-only-access section of the park contained
serene cobblestone pastel-colored walkways blending nicely with the marble
statues of the gods and goddesses of Greek and Roman mythology, a
seemingly-endless stream, a very picturesque natural waterfalls, and a few
acres of surrounding landscape enveloped by neighboring woods.  There was
this ethereal quality to everything here; and, for whatever reason or
reasons, it seemed that the highly-charged sexual nature of the national
scout leaders association's nudist retreat added an extra layer of
excitement and exhiliration that definitely fit in perfectly with the same.

Ranger Roy sat with all of the retreat participants under a canopy-covered
picnic table area, enjoying both the spirit of brotherhood and the pretty
scrumptious barbecue chicken lunch.  Everyone, perhaps to maintain a
feeling of decorum, was dressed in their bikini swimsuits and thong
sandals.  There was a lot of laughter and happiness; and Kyle, a red-hot
adonis in all senses of the word, had made it a point to be seated right
next to who he and all the others still believed to be this "Lee Denton";
and, of course, a fellow scout leader and member of the scout leaders'
association.


"I want you to know, Lee, that your win today really was just sensational;
and meant a great deal to Chris: In fact, it was his very first
individual-event-win ever at any of the retreats he has attended to date.
Then, when I peeked at the roster posted on the reception-area board and
saw that you had pre-registered one month ahead of our retreat for this
afternoon's volleyball competition, it just confirmed what I already have
surmised: You are just an A-one all-around swell guy."


Ranger Roy soon enough was playing sand-lined beach-style volleyball:
Everyone playing was fully nude, no one even had any footwear on, though of
course most did bother to wear sunglasses.  The teams were mixed-age-wise,
so, for example, Chris and Kyle were both on the same and, with respect to
Ranger Roy's, the opposing team.


Ranger Roy was, at one point, serving the ball; and, as he did so, thinking
to himself that it is just fantastic to see all of these huge cocks, firm
buns, and sexy chests.  He had to admit that it was a freeing feeling being
nude like this with other males.  As a matter of fact, this was the first
nudist event that he had been part of where he truly sensed that it was
perfectly all right to be semi- or fully-hard some or even most or all of
the time, that there was absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about as to
responding to stimulation the natural way.  He of course quickly caught on
that looking discreetly was viewed by the others as acceptable; and, so, he
respectfully did his best not to gawk.  These three tanned young guys that
seemed to be friends with Chris were positioned just behind Chris' line;
and they looked so sexy as they spiked the ball and their pecs jiggled a
bit as they moved their hips up.  There were on his own team these four
burly guys in their late-forties that had really attractive hairy chests
and bulging biceps; and every time each of them jumped up, his muscular
round buttocks would rise into the air like they were those of Hercules
himself.  Kyle's team ended up winning, though it was close, the final
score that is; and Ranger Roy was given a lot of pats on his back for the
large number of points he scored for his team and mostly from his able
serving.


Ranger Roy joined the others from the game in the overlooking stream and in
the refreshing spray of the waterfalls to cool off.  He felt very
invigorated while splashing about in the cool waters of the stream; and he
noticed several of the young guys from the volleyball game winking at him.
He just smiled politely and nodded in acknowledgement.  At one point, he
felt himself blushing from this bit of attention.


Then, Ranger Roy realized that he had to check his cell phone in case there
were any messages from his superiors: So, he nonchalantly left the vicinity
of the waterfalls, grabbing his swimsuit from a ledge before heading off to
the lockerroom facility, the very same one where his little adventure sort
of had begun.  As it turned out, it worked out pretty well that he had
decided to go back to the lockerroom, as this is what he encountered upon
his return:

The truth is that Ranger Roy almost did not notice that anything was amiss
while he was taking the time to check his messages in the relative privacy
of a secluded rear aisle of the facility.  He was hearing what he thought
sounded like some odd giggling coming from one of the air vents.  Curiosity
got the best of him, so he tried to trace the source of the laughter; and
ended up in the shower-stalls room, where he witnessed a bit of horseplay
going on between some scout leaders that he did not really recognize, a
mixed-age group: There was some soaping up of one another; and some were
jerking one another off.  These leaders had sexy, lean bodies, shaved or
naturally smooth.  They were acting like a bunch of horny teenagers in
summer camp; and their jubilance was a great deal of fun to see.

He decided that he would try to respect this little group's privacy, at
least for the time being; and ended up venturing on to the steamroom a bit
more to the right.  Then, he noticed upon averting his eyes from the
shower-room antics that there was a sign posted on the wooden-handled door
with the words "OUT OF ORDER INDEFINITELY" in bold-faced lettering.

Ranger Roy knew immediately that this sign was just plain nonsense: In
addition to the fact that there was no official emblem on the same
identifying it as authentically one of Sharp End Crag, there was no mention
whatsoever of any problem with the steamroom in the complete and most
detailed grounds blueprints provided to him as part of this assignment.

Ranger Roy, acting on another of his hunches, decided upon a course of
action in a flash: He casually walked out of the lockerroom; and then
discreetly walked around the building to the rear entrance-lockerroom that
was actually the ladies' lockerrom.  Now, of course, he knew very well that
as this was definitely not in use during this holiday weekend because of
the males-only retreat, it was completely fine for him to enter the same.
He did still have to enter a security code that he fortunately did have
knowledge of, but, in any case, in a matter of seconds, he was inside the
ladies' lockerroom and en route to the ladies' steamroom.


Ranger Roy felt this tingly feeling in his loins once he was inside the
steamroom.  He liked the nice cedar-style panelling of the room; and the
way that the benches were spacious and in a lustrous amber tone similar to
the slightly-pinkish flooring.  He quickly stood on top one of the benches
in the rear of the room; and with his palms and fingertips meticulously
scanned the same for a corked-up or decorated-over opening: He believed
that this wall was actually a common partition dividing what may have in
all likelihood once been a large single sauna-room into two rooms for the
respective genders.

He was very titillated but, at the same time, nervous.  Above all, he knew
he had to be extremely quiet, as his being discovered could place him in
all kinds of jeopardy.  Sure enough, just when he almost had given up, he
came across this miniature champagne bottle with the cork only halfway
visible due to its insertion in an indentation in the wall.  He just gave
the bottle three full counterclockwise turns; and then slid the loosened
bottle towards his chest and completely out of the wall in one crisp
stroke.  He hastily put the bottle aside.  He soon enough was peering
through a three-inch-diameter hole; and this is what he, not quite to his
complete surprise, saw:

There were seven scout leaders in the room, all of whom he recognized from
times spent in their company; and, in addition, there was this guy who
looked like he had just recently turned eighteen bending over a high pile
of large-sized bath towels and with his rear positioned sticking up into
the air.  Everyone was completely nude; and the room was marked by this
strange silence.  The older ones, the leaders, were all hung and standing
about at half-mast.  The young fellow was a bit on the stocky side, but his
striking ass-cheeks were full but firm and had a nice tan: he had blonde
hair, blue eyes, and was about 5'7".  He was not being held down in any
way, it was like he was part of a ceremony, some kind of scouting ritual or
perhaps an initiation-into-"the club" hazing-type rite.

Two of the oldest of the group were these guys in their late forties or
early fifties: They both had neatly-trimmed moustaches; and
moderately-muscular pecs with nice treasure trails of hair going down all
the way to their pubes.  They looked like they were more-than-ready, but,
then, suddenly two of the mid-thirties men, both with lanky swimmers'
builds and very little body hair, began to fervently lick and caress each
of the young fellow's buns.

"Are you ready, sunshine?," one of the mid-forties men nearest the door
growled somewhat sarcastically.


The fellow whispered "Yes."; and trembled a bit.


There was, in response, a great deal of giggling, which Ranger Roy
immediately recognized as the very same giggling that he originally heard
while in the men's lockerroom.  It was all a game to these scout leaders,
even the two licking the young bent-over guy's mounds were giggling away
like silly pre-schoolers.

Well, it was game on from there: The butt-lickers took turns inserting
their index fingers and tips of their tongues into the pink-pucker-exposed
hole of the "newcomer".

Ranger Roy was becoming more and more aroused as he clandestinely watched
all of the action unfold.  The towel that had been wrapped around his waist
immediately dropped to the floor, almost as if on cue.  He gripped his
meaty cock in lust; and gently began to caress his nice-sized jewels with
his other hand.  He thought to himself: "Yes, yes, give it to him, he seems
to want it anyway, so: might as well!!!"


"Wait!," the young fellow interrupted in a pleading tone.


There was no answer, just a lot of panting going on; and that is when
everything fell into place as naturally as the sun rising in the morn: One
of the two mentioned before, the ones who were among the oldest, positioned
himself immediately behind the young fellow; and gripped his hips firmly.
The lad was not resisting at all, at this point: He did not even attempt to
flee, he seemed resigned to all that was to come.  The man teased the hole
with the purplish average-sized mushroom head of his manhood; and pushed
forward, allowing the young chap a few seconds to adjust to the feel of
this partial penetration.  The seconds elapsed as quickly as dripping
water; and then, without mercy, in one single movement, he thrust the
entire full length of his shaft into the permeated cavern.  The young dude
howled, though it wasn't entirely clear if it was solely from pain.

"Game on!," the growler taunted.

The penetrating man gave the newcomer exactly seven thrusts in and
partially-out; and, as he was extremely close to cumming, he huffed: "I
hope you are ready, son, best you learn to take it like a man."


Well, take it, he did, again; and again; and yet again: The first man
cummed so heavily that the the cum was actually gushing out of the teen's
hole right after he pulled out; and in almost the same way as the
waterfalls Ranger Roy had recently departed from just a little while ago.
The other men took turns eagerly penetrating the bent-over male; and, just
as the other remaining member of the moustached pair was finally about to
take his greatly-anticipated turn, this is what happened:


The door flung open suddenly; and was slammed shut right away by the
intruder.


"Kyle!!!!," one of the youngest of the scout leaders gasped in shock.


"I said to get him READY for later, not to scare the living crap out of
him."


"Stop with the dramatics, Kyle, it is really unnecessary, especially since
you are the one who set the wheels in motion to begin with: Besides, he is
lubed up real good for you now.  No need now whatsoever to wait for later."


Ranger Roy could not see who it was in the room that made the last comment.
Yet, it did not seem to really matter at all: Kyle looked a bit surprised
at what he heard, but, after what was said settled in, he took his position
immediately behind the receiving one; and gripped the latter's hips in a
manner very similar to the others before him.


Ranger Roy found himself once again so mesmerized by Kyle that he for a
moment practically forgot he had his throbbing cock in hand and, upon
eventually realizing he did, resumed his well-pace stroking: Kyle looked at
this moment like he was one of those hot male exotic dancers: his quite
muscular chest, fiery-red hair, fair skin, and green eyes and broad
shoulders were simply amazing, not to mention movie-star gorgeous.  To say
that he was really "packing it" was simply the truth: One look at his cock,
which was mouth-watering perfect, uncut and close to ten inches fully-hard
and with more than moderate thickness for its manly hairy shaft accompanied
by nice ample-sized low-hangers; and any healthy male would feel and
certainly be greatly aroused.


Kyle had enough with the posturing; and plunged his cock savagely and
unmercifully directly into the teen's hole with no hesitation whatsoever.
He thrusted like mad; and rode the newcomer's already-greatly-penetrated
hole like he was breaking in one of the newest and most unruly broncos at
the ranch.  His beautiful balls slapped repeatedly against the tempting
ass-cheeks of the recipient of his lust.


Ranger Roy could could not hold off any longer, the cum shot out of his
cock like an oil gusher, as Kyle released the heaviest load imaginable of
his own hot thick man-seed-full cum; and collapsed in exhaustion on the
young man.  The steamroom was replete with the panting and moaning of the
onlookers, all of whom took turns penetrating Kyle in the exact same order
that the newcomer was so penetrated.



Ranger Roy was jolted back into reality by Kyle's becoming the receiver in
such a shocking way.  He suddenly remembered that it was high time for him
to get back into uniform, finish up his formal duties as to overseeing the
restricted-access section of the park, and get on with the business that he
had temporarily placed on hold: Namely: Finding Wayne: He very much wanted
Wayne for himself; and he knew he had to tell him just how he felt while he
still had the courage to do so.  He feared that it might be much harder
than he ever initially envisioned actually tracking down Wayne.  He paused
in thought; and wondered, as he silently bid a fond goodbye to Lee Denton,
though not, of course, to his still-beloved Sharp End Crag, if Wayne ever
thought at all about him.