Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.motss Subject: STORY: The Rangers Message-ID: From: Lance Kester Date: Sun, 06 Sep 92 10:07:06 GMT Organization: Netcom Public Access Unix, San Jose, CA Lines: 314 Several ranger stories: The Rangers by Lance Kester (The follow accounts are written for your pleasure, but please remember when you have sex with another, PLAY SAFE! Always use a condom.) I have taken to bed every branch of the armed service -sailors, marines, I've had them all. But the service men that are the most difficult to get in the sack are the army Rangers. Those young men are among the strongest, bravest, and best looking, but alas, the army treats them to what can only be called a brain washing indoctrination that keeps them from experiencing the joys of sex with other males. The sad truth is that, although I have had many home for dinner, drinks, even pot, only with two did I ever manage to go all the way. I had several near misses and teases. I'll tell about them first. The post was near by, and different companies of Rangers would hang out in different bars. I was happy that a very atttractive company had chosen my favorite bar. It did not take them long to know my interests, but they accepted me as one of the guys and let me know they would enjoy my food, my liquor, my pot, my hospitality, but not my bed. Out of a dozen or so that told me that they "knew the deal" (meaning my homosexuality) only one or two shunned me for it. Like most young men away from home, they were glad to be invited over for a meal, dirty movies, and a place to hang out. And natually, I enjoyed their company. I had never been around so many macho men who "knew the deal" and had so much fun. When I was with them, I was never on the make -it was useless- and consequently we were all quite relaxed and into having a good time. Apparently, the army taught them to protect themselves from my kind by keeping them in groups. They came to my place like animals into Noah's ark, at least two by two or more. The smaller the group, the more they felt free to kid about my interest in male sex. However, whatever the size group, they never hesitated to kid one another about each other's interest in male sex. They routinely refered to their roommates as their wives. I would frequently see them literally grab ass, drop their pants to show off their dicks to their buddies, and on one occasion I saw a Ranger grabbed his buddy, put his hand over his mouth and kissed the back of his own hand with nothing but that hand between his lips and the lips of his buddy! One night two of them came for dinner. The one who was the best looking was very drunk. I had never seen him before, and he was transfered soon afterwards, and I never saw him again. He felt asleep on the sofa, and the other one ate dinner with me. After dinner I heard the street sweeper and told the sober one he had better find another parking place or get a ticket. He rushed out the door and I rushed to the sleeping ranger on the sofa and tried to wake him. I put my hand on his leg and shook him to no avail. I decided what the hell -I had really been drinking- and put my hand on his dick. It was very hard. Either he slept with a hardon or he was ready for my hostly attentions. Quickly, I unzipped him and found a beautful dick of seven inches, hot and ready. Without ceremony I plopped it in my mouth. I was deep throating the hell out of that beautful cock when I heard the other Ranger coming up the stairs. Reluctantly, but quickly I got his dick back in his pants and moved away just before being caught in the act. When the sober ranger said it was time to leave, I tried my best to get him to let his friend sleep it off on my sofa, but he would not hear of it. He "knew the deal" with me and obviously had in mind what I would do to his sleeping buddy. He was right, of course. + + + + + + + + The next near miss happened with two rangers. I ran into them in our favorite bar one night. They had been drinking heavily. I had known one of them for some time and had offered him some fun in bed, but he had always turned me down, it seemed to me, reluctantly. He was the only one who ever came to my apartment alone for dinner, and was about the best looking guy in his company. I was determined to have him one way or the other. At the bar that night, he was quite drunk. His buddy was a tall, looking ranger that I had never seen. The buddy said told me they were too drunk to drive back to the post, and asked if they could stay the night at my place. I hurried them home while the drunkest one kept saying that he bet I would like to fuck him in the ass. He had never talked openly like that before, and it was rather embarassing in front of his buddy, but the other ranger was drunk enough not to care. At my place the drunk one fell asleep on my king bed while his buddy and I talked a while. Finally, he said it was bed time and got in bed with all his clothes on. No urging from me could get him out of his clothes. I gave up and climbed between them for a long sleepless night. When they were both obviously asleep, I started playing with the drunkest one. After what seemed like hours, I got his dick out and managed some light sucking. Then I put my hand on his buddy's dick only to find a very large hardon waiting for me to rub. I wanted to take it out but was too affaid. When I quit rubbing it, he turned over, and I felt sure he had been awake enough to know. I have often regretted not pressing bravely on. What a large dick I would have had in my mouth! The next morning I fed them breakfast. Surprisingly, no one had a hangover. We joked and laughed, and, as I was to find out later, they knew what went on while they slept. The one whose dick I had briefly sucked during the night told me before he was transfered that he knew I had messed with him. Then two days later, he retracted his statement and said he was only kidding and that he knew that I did not mess with him the night we had slept together. You have to wonder what the hell the army tells these young men that makes them so unsettled in their thinking about an activity that is perfectly enjoyable. I guess it is the old saying about the army: they will give you a metal if you kill an enemy, but kick you out if you love a friend. Fortunately, I finally got one ranger to go all the way with me. I will tell you about him later. + + + + + + Rangers come in all sizes except fat. Their weekly p.t. (physical training) keeps them slim. Put them in a uniform, and they are a cocksucker's dream. But getting them in bed is another story. Of the two dozen or so rangers that I had in my apartment for drinks and/or dinner, only one ever went to bed with me for sex. Johnny was short for a ranger, but he was extremely attractive and well mannered. When he was over with several friends, I could depend on him to stay sober enough to keep his friends from being too wild. He would always be sober enough to drive them safely back to the post. One weekday night he was alone in the bar. This was unusual as rangers have to get up early for p.t. and whatever the hell else the army makes them do on weekdays. He had a day off, he said, and no where to go. I invited to my place, and he surprised me by saying yes. He "knew the deal" with me, but I figured he knew how to say no and would say it if I went too far. At my apartment we drank and talked. It was easy to get the conversation to sex, and that's what we talked about. I remember we talked about dick size. This gave me the first clue that he was going beyond the joking stage with me. When he got up to go to the bathroom (which was right off my livingroom), he did not shut the door. This was unusual as the rangers always made a point of closing that door tight when they were pissing. I called out and asked if had any trouble finding it. He said no. Then I asked if I could get him a ruler to measure it. He said it was big enough. When he returned he sat in the chair facing me in a pose that looked relaxed and inviting. I asked if he was horny. He replied that he was always horny. He had that husky sound in his voice that men do when they are about to pop the question or have the question popped to them. I did the popping by asking if I could check his dick size, reaching for it as I asked. Never before had I reached for a ranger's dick when he was fully awake and dressed. He pushed my hand away, and for a split second, I thought I had misjudged the situation. Then I felt I had come too far to stop. I reached again, and this time he did not push my hand away. I rubbed it and told him it was a good size cock. (I Always compliment guys quickly because: One, it's harder to say no when someone is telling you how good you are. Two, guys have big egos even if they do not have big dicks. Three, they, like all of us, need and enjoy being told how good they are.) Next I told him I would like to see it, and without waiting for him to answer, I unzipped his pants and took it out. It was a fair size semi hard cock of about six inches. I told him I wanted a closer look and got on my knees in front of his chair. Quickly I took it all the way in my mouth. I was affraid he would push me away so I did not bother with foreplay. But he did not push me away. Instead, his dick got harder, and I realized I just might have my first taste of ranger cum before the night was over. I asked him to go to the bedroom with me. He told me to lead the way. In the bedroom he lay across my bed but did not remove his pants. I got them down to his knees, but he would not let me pull them down any further. I settled into a good sucking, and in a few minutes he told me that if I kept that up he was going to cum. I could not tell if he was trying to warn me that he was about to cum in my mouth or if he wanted me to play around and make it last longer. I opted for latter and started to lick his balls. He made appreciative sounds, and I knew I was in for some good cock sucking. His ranger dick was perfect for sucking. I could easily deep throat it, and he obviously enjoyed it. The next time he said he was getting close to cumming, I pressed his dick down my throat and rubbed my nose in his cock hairs. He moaned and let fly with a good stream of hot cum which was so delicious I kept it in my mouth tasting it before swallowing it. Without being told, I knew this was going to be a cum and leave situation. He had gone where rangers dare not go, and he had to depart the scene of the crime. He stood to pull up his pants and turned away from me as if to say that was all I would see of his dick. He did not realize that he was actually giving me what I wanted to see: a close view of his beautiful ass. Without hope I told him I would like to kiss his ass. Politely but firmly he told me that was not possible. Within a few minutes, he was gone but not before I urged him not to tell his buddies and that this was our little secret. Of course, I knew he would never tell, but this was my way of assuring him that I would keep it a secret, too. Johnny was transfered shortly after I sucked his cock. He came back for a visit one time, and we ran into each other in the bar. Later that night he drove by me in the parking lot, rolled down his window, and said it was good to see me again. But before I could inivite him home, he was off, and I never again saw the only ranger whose dick I sucked. + + + + + + Going to Clyde's Bar that night was an act of both nostalgia and desperation. After the Other End closed, some of the gang went to Clyde's. Some went elsewhere. And maybe some just quit going to bars. Still it was a Saturday night, and action was aways possible. However, a look at the parking lot told me not many people were there. Inside I noticed there was one ranger sitting alone. He reminded me of someone of a year or two ago, but then all rangers look alike. I've never seen one too ugly to throw out of bed. I spoke to the ranger as I was getting my drink. After a while I returned to him, and told him he reminded me of someone. He recalled the name of the person and said others had said the same thing. That gave me a chance to ask about other rangers, and he knew most of the ones I mentioned including one of my all time favorites whom he had lived next to and with whom he had become good friends. Frank said he was cutting back on drinking for the time, but when I mentioned pot, he was all for it. I invited him to my motel room. We picked up beer and lit up the dope as soon as we got in the room. We talked for nearly two hours. I got him to open up on things sexual, but he never seemed to get close enough to the point for me to make a move. He did tell me that our mutual ranger friend had left him a note when he finished his tour and returned to civilian life. The note said tha the would like to have fucked Frank in the mouth and the ass. Frank made a big joke of it, and I was puzzled. Every time I had put the make on our mutual friend he had laughed and said no thanks and that he was too straight to go in for that kind of thing. When I had given up all hope and was thinking of going to sleep, Frank said he sure wished he could get a blow job and did I know anyway it was possible. I told him something could be worked out, knowing as I spoke that I was going to have a ranger's dick before I went to sleep. I couldn't guess what else I was going to have before we went to sleep. "Are you horny?" I asked. "Sure am," he said. "Is it hard?" "I'm getting it there," he responded. With that I stood up and walked to the bed where he was lying and put my hand on his pants and felt a very hard dick. I asked to see it, and he quickly pulled down his pants. Before he could change his mind, I got between his legs and started licking. He had about six inches that bent slightly up. His balls were small, but I took them in my mouth and knew by his moans that he was not going to change his mind. His legs were just high enough for me to slip my tongue under his balls. He lifted his legs more and immediately I was tongue deep in his asshole. He responded with a movement all over his body and words of encouragement. I stopped long enough to ask how he liked it, and he said it was very interesting. Shortly I had all his clothes off and was taking his dick to the hilt when he asked if my dick was hard. I knew those were the magic words. I was naked within seconds, and he had his hand around my large dick commenting on its size. Suddenly, I had lost control of the situation, and Frank had taken over. He said he was going to do something that he had never done and that I must never tell. Holding each other's cocks, we make promises of secrecy. Then he went down to my dick with his mouth sucking and licking both sides and across the top. He did this for a while driving me crazy until I couldn't take it any more, and had to tell him to take the big plunge. With that encouragement, he paused a second over my dick with his mouth open and then slide it down his throat. For someone who said he had never done it before, he knew how to make my dick feel really good. I couldn't believe the sight. There I was lying on my back slightly propped up on a pillar with my legs spread and a hunky ranger going up and down on my dick to beat all hell. I was getting a first rate blow job. He didn't seem to want to stop, but I didn't want to cum yet. There were other possibilities and activities to explore. I switched places with him and started on his dick. But I couldn't keep away from that sweet asshole. I lifted his legs and dug in for a while. Again I asked if he liked it, and he answered enthusiastically. I told him to turn over on his stomach and let me really get to it. He turned over and puckered up that beautiful army ass of his. My tongue was hitting pay dirt when I heard him ask those marvelous words: "Do you have any lubricant?" "Jesus!" I thought, "I'm going to have my first piece of ranger ass." In no time I was ready for action, but I wasn't sure about him. I slipped a well oiled finger in his ass, and he took it without complaint. Next I pushed my dick in slowly. He offered no resistence, and in a short time I was pumping my seven inches to the hilt. He breathed deeply every time I pushed it in. When I asked if it felt good, he mumbled something I couldn't hear. After a while I asked if it hurt and he said no, and I could tell by the way he said it that it was easier for him to say how good it felt by saying how much it did not hurt. I figured all that army macho shit made it hard from him to admit that he like lying there and having a long, hard dick pumping in and out of his ass. For a while he took my fucking like a man making only a heavy breathing sound as I shove it home. I did it nice and easy. I wanted much pot and to take a break. He walked around the room for a minute or two with his rubber still on. When I told him, he laughed and threw it in the toilet with mine. Fifteen minutes later I started pulling on his dick. In no time it was hard and down my throat. Within five minutes he was telling me how good it was and that he was about to cum. He moaned loudly and shot a hot load in my mouth. It was sweet and dilicious and I hated like hell to spit it out, but I did so in the sink. As I was spitting, he called from the bed and told me to wash it down with beer. I wondered how many times others, women or men, had washed down his cum with beer, and I hoped it would not be my last time. Naturally, or unnaturally I should say, he wouldn't let me sleep in the same bed with. When I awoke in the morning, I lay in my bed looking at that hunk hardly able to believe that I had fucked the bejesus out of him the night before.