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RANGER JOHNRanger JohnDay in the Life of a Park RangerThe distant sound of the Jeep scrunching the rocks and twigs on the dirtroad woke John Ulrich up.”Shit! So early?” he moaned, writhing his beefy ex-pro-linebacker frame inthe too-narrow cot and looking over at the windup clock which must havebeen part of the cabin’s furnishing since the 1950s.9:45 already! This was one part of the job John never got used to, theearly mornings. At least it was Tuesday and his official rounds didn’tstart til noon. But while the other rangers were out and about by 6, Johnalways had to drag his big, 6 foot 5 musclebound body out on the trailshalf asleep. He could happily sleep til midday if he was able to.Especially after a night like last night. That backpacker from Colorado hadalready cleared out early, John surmised, but damned if the fresh-faced k**wasn’t an eager little pup. The way the toned buff hiker had bounced onUlrich’s crowbar cock over and over, with a vicelike grip that only acollege k** could have… well the memory brought a morning smile ofcontentment to John’s sleepy face.The ranger, tall, strong and still built to shithouse specifications as heneared 40, stretched out and ran his beefy paw through the forest of denseblonde hair ruffling his front. Standing up, he padded over stiffly to thesink 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 whenyou were younger, did ya John?”Four boxes of provisions were sitting on the dock of the lake as he steppedout of the cabin. It was early summer, but the mountain air meant coolmornings. This here is why John did it. Why he took his forced retirementdue to a tendon injury as a blessing in disguise. The Park Service feltleery 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 aranger since college and could vouch for Ulrich.The change of pace was just what the big lug needed. No more madness. Nomore being patched up by the team physician only to get the shit knockedout of you the next Sunday. No more overstuffed mansions and player partiesstocked with d**gs and blonde hos. No more autograph hounds andgolddiggers. 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 thewood planks to stand at the water’s edge. He looked down and noticed that asizeable piece of morning wood stood up straight at a 40 degree angle fromhis hard abdomen. “Ah, old faithful,” he chuckled to himself as he watchedthe tip quiver and the very end of his glans dilate, opening up hispiss slit. A powerful jet of steaming yellow piss shot straight out, arcinghigh in the air before raining down in the still lake, whose surfacerippled and bubbled at the point where the ranger’s morning discharge metthe 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 intotown for provisions, but it was always Dan who did John’s shopping. Johnhated the attention from the townspeople that he got as a former NFLer, andDan enjoyed getting out of the house. He loved his family – two boys andhis lovely wife Kerry, also a ranger – but any chance to get out of thehouse was welcome. Besides, Dan liked doing favors for John. Alwayswatching 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 hesaw John’s giant body standing nude on the dock, legs spread wide and handson his hips. Even pissing, he was beautiful: rounded, sculpted back;bulging hamstrings and knotted calves; big meaty prick standing ramrodrigid. And, from this view, there was the perhaps the best, two large,strong gluteal muscles that neither sagged nor rested pertly in bubblebutttightness. It was the quintessential linebackers ass, the hard buttcheeksdusted with the same blonde down that coated John Ulrich’s powerful chest,matching in color perfectly the close-cropped, if thinning, blonde hair onhis 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 outthe 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 therest.”Hey, Dan,” John said as he gripped his thick hardon and shook out the lastdrops of piss. Ranger Dan was a sight for tired eyes. With a stout, compact5’11” frame, Purdue never had the natural build and genetics to go on tuzla escort tothe pros, but his body actually looked better than 90 percent of theprofessionals he knew. Married life had been good to him, as Dan stayedtrim and in fact had slimmed down since his days as an Illini runningback. The broad-brimmed hat hid Dan’s short salt and pepper hair, but thosegreen eyes twinkled out from beneath the rim.Seeing his buddy standing there in his tan uniform made John’s pisshardstay rigid. “Thanks for the provisions,” he said as he turned toward hisbuddy, 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 oneyou know?””Maybe,” Ulrich grinned and scratched the meaty pap sticking up proudlyfrom his left pec. The wiry chest hair made an audible scratch against hisfinger 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, u*********sly spreading his legs and shifting his weight ashe imagined Ulrich plowing that college k**’s upturned butt.”I do,” John interjected brusquely as he stepped up closer to Dan. “Twoweeks ago.”The last time Dan had made his delivery.Dan’s smile widened. He couldn’t stop his hand from reaching down andsqueezing his eager crotch. “Yeah,” he said sheepishly, “Now I remember.””Yeah, I bet you do, you little fucker,” John teased as he gripped Dan’sstrong hand and wrapped it around his own hard cock. The man’s fingerscurled around the girth of his phallus. Damn, that grip always felt greatto 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 itmyself. It’s crazy.””You like that dick, Purdue?” John sneered as those fingers massaged hisjoint and milked a nice stream of sap from his stalk.”Shit, yeah. You’re a big boy, Ulrich. Guess that’s why I always likedyou.””That, and my winning personality,” John joked. Dan’s hand was feelingfantastic. Almost imperceptibly, he brought his hands to the man’s hips tourge him on.”That, too,” Dan laughed, “only I have a good idea which one’s gonna beburied up my tail.” With his free hand, he reached up and rubbed thatbeautiful bare chest. Just to think, if he’d gone pro, Dan’s muscles wouldbe giant like this, huge vascular mass pumped up by expert strength coachesand the best supplements on the market. That was OK, Dan Purdue was proudof his muscular, in-shape body. Besides he could enjoy and admire Ulrich’saccomplishment, as friend and fuckbuddy.John was six inches taller than him, and stronger. Wrapping his burly armsaround Dan, he clenched his muscles and pulled his older friend hardagainst his bare torso. Dan’s ranger cap fell to the dock as the two men’sfaces 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 hadone huge bubblebutt on him. Better than any college k**, John remarked tohimself. Cheeks so big and round the trousers wedged deep in the crevice,setting off the curvature even more. As the two men french kissed, Johnjust gripped and clawed at the ranger uniform-clad ass and felt his pricksurge in Dan’s capable hand.”Fuck, Dan,” John cooed as the two men broke off, panting andsweating. “Why did you have to get married. We could be doing this everymorning, noon and night, if only…””Shhh, buddy…” Dan urged. “I love ya, big guy, but I wouldn’t trade myfamily in for the world. You know that. You’re banging all the young jockbutt you can get your hands on, and that’s great, but I have somethingelse, 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 soakedbriefs. “Sometimes I get carried away. Kerry and the k**s are great, youknow I have nothing for admiration for you, guy. Anyone would be lucky tohave a father like you.” John paused. He sometimes wondered if he shouldtell Dan he’d been dicking Dan Junior for the last month, ever since thek**’s high school graduation. “I just…” His hand now wrapped around Dan’serect 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 comesprepared.” maltepe escort Unbuttoning the pocket, he pulled out a new tube of theirfavorite lubricant. “There’s more in the box there,” he said pointingdown. “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 ofme to grease up,” he teased.”I’ll say,” Dan muttered as he ran his hands up and down the length ofUlrich’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 letJohn see the wide circle of precum soaking into the belly of his uniformshirt.”Can’t have that forming a stain,” John said matter-of-factly, then kneltdown on his knees. His mouth latched onto the wet spot and he began suckingout his own pre-sperm from the khaki material.Dan’s large hands cupped the back of his head. Just the sight of hisoversized football buddy in such a submissive position got his juicesflowing. He looked out on the lake as he felt John’s thick fingers fiddlewith his uniform crotch and dig inside. Seconds later his cock was beingenveloped by Ulrich’s warm mouth.”Oh God, that’s it, buddy. Eat my fucking dick. That’s the way. Down theballs… Ooh, you know how to do me, buddy. Kerry won’t suck me, man, maybeon my birthday but it’s nothing like this bud. I almost think you like thisshit.”Dan liked trash talking, probably because it was something he could neverlet loose with while fucking his wife. John liked getting face fucked byDan’s fat, cylindrical six inch cock, probably because it was a change fromhis normal, gruff take-charge self. The two men had known each other for solong, yet their regular separation – so close yet miles away in thenational park – meant that their couplings, when they did happen werefervid and intense.Ulrich sensed that his fellow ranger’s balls were drawing up tight andready to discharge their seed, so he pushed back out of Dan’s heatedgrip. Teasingly, he blew air on his friend’s twitching cock andballs. “Turn around,” he ordered.Dan complied and grunted as he felt John’s strong hands grip his uniformtrousers 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 cheekto 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 forya either, does she, stud?” he gasped as he nuzzled his way into Dan’ssteamy crevice. His tongue slithered out and found them, the rare hairstucked deep in the depths of Dan’s ass trench. He tickled the soft downybuttfur, following the line down to the soft sensitive rosebud tucked inthe 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 aparticularly rough practice when the season was going badly for theteam. That afternoon, in John’s bunk in the athlete’s dorm, straight arrowDan Purdue lost his cherry.That long, expert tongue was persuading him now, still. Urging him to giveit up for his longtime buddy. Urging his married ass to relax and feel thepleasure it deserved.Loud smacking noises actually echoed off the water. No one was asenthusiastic a rimmer as Ulrich. Resting on his haunches, he just leanedforward with determination, gripped his prey’s meaty hamhocks and munchedbutt like his life depended on it.”That is, John. Eat my ass! You’re eating me like you really wanna fuck itgood.” Dan was now out of control, rubbing his butt back on forth on John’sspitslick face, grinding his private hole over his best friend’smouth. 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, hiscute face, his deep brawny voice, his perfect ex-jock ass, even his scentwas distinctive and special. He smiled to himself as his bud’s tight puckeropened up for him. An intimate gift to him. John responded by stiffenin histongue 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, hethought as he backed up and surveyed the damage: a sopping wet butt, hairsdripping 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. Thattime he broke Dan in, the older player had complained that John’s kartal escort fingerwas too big, he just replied, “Wait til you feel my cock,” and pushed inhard. Now Dan panted in desire as he scrambled into position and groaned inpleasure as that first, wonderful finger of John’s sunk smoothly and deeplyinto his warm gut.After admiring the view of his digit m*****ing Ranger Dan’s back door,Ulrich looked down and saw his own cock stood as hard and rigid as he everremembered 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 inlong strips. With his free hand, he squeezed the slick gel from the tubedirectly onto his cock. The heat of his prick melted the stuff instantlyinto a creamy consistently. Dropping the tube, he gripped the fat stalk andbegan coating the full, obscene length of it.”Ready bud?” he said more than asked as he scuffled his thick body intoplace. His timing was perfect. As he removed his fingers stuffed deep inDan’s asstrench, he replaced them with his hard, turgidcock. Unceremoniously, he sunk straight in, pushing past the tightness tilhis 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 randomfucks were that had come his way so effortlessly, none felt quite thisexquisite. He knew why too. Bending forward, he lurched forward with hiships, knocking the breath out of Dan’s lungs and rewarding himself with thevicelike depths of his friend’s ass. He could see the shiny gold weddingband on Purdue’s left hand as the guy did his best to grip the wood andhold 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 tosomeone else’s property. Some deep primitive instinct welled up inside andhe fucked harder, shoving his cock in with urgent, rough jabs to show hisbuddy he meant business. That he was conquering what was rightfully his.Dan Purdue hunched on all fours, his legs spread, his butt hiked back, andhis arms stiffened to his upper bod steady from the pounding he wasgetting. Tears streamed down his handsome face. It had been too long sinceUlrich had fucked him like this. Rough, raw, with abandon. Dan loved it butit hurt. He knew what to do, just grit his teeth, steel himself and takewhatever Ulrich, in his lust and anger, was gonna dish out.Still, he was glad when he Ranger John’s ballplayer hands rest on the topof his thighs. The two men had long discovered that this was one of Dan’ssecret erogenous zones. John alternated between caressed the sinewed, hairythigh muscle and gripping the upper legs for leverage for some seriouslydeep 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 wasthrowing his whole weight and strength. He wanted Dan to feel it, to knowJohn was in charge, even if only for a couple hours a month. “You know thatdon’t ya? Love your hot married ass.”If anyone had been around to witness, they would have been rewarded withquite a sight. Two stud park rangers, nude out there in the open air,rutting like goddamned a****ls.John huffed while he gave Dan a series of jackrabbit fuck motions thatdrove 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 onthe top of Dan’s shoulder and pushed the man’s face straight down into thedeck.Dan turned his head just in time so that it was his cheek instead of hisnose that crashed into the wood. Christ, John could be a rough fucker. Theprick 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’stight hole. There was no more room for it, so each thrust of Ulrich’s meatycock sent more juice sluicing up around Dan’s elastic hole and down betweenthe 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 bodyup 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 twomen.”Hot shit, stud,” John said in sly smile before the two men met for asoulful, sloppy kiss. Backing away, he asked. “How much time ya say yougot, Purdue?””Dunno. Maybe another hour. Why?”John leaned back, his hard angry erection pointing up to his sternum. Hegripped the shaft and jerked it softly. “Don’t think Big Boy here is gonnabe 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.

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