Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2022 17:39:43 +0000 From: yerbud3 Subject: Spit-roasted by Rangers This story is entirely fictional. If you like it and want to tell me so: yerbud3@protonmail.com Please donate to Nifty Erotic to keep them cumming! I had a line in the water when the Fish and Wildlife boat came around a bend in the river. Two rangers looking right at me - how had I not heard them coming? I reeled in and set the pole down, but I knew it was too late. Still, they cruised right past, looking at me all the while as I tried to act distracted by something on the opposite bank. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed muscle through their uniforms, short sleeves tight around biceps, short pants tight around other interesting parts. I was about to go into my tiny fishing cabin to jerk off when I heard them coming back. They pulled right up to the dock and came up to my porch. "Good afternoon, Rangers," I said, keeping it simple. "Sure is a hot one," the blond-haired white guy responded, though it seemed like he was talking more to his partner than to me. "Mmm," the slightly older brown-haired guy agreed, "sure is." When they were silent for a few seconds, I asked, "Come in for a drink, guys? I don't have anything more than tap water, but it's cold and fresh." I could smell their sweaty, manly scent as they walked past me into my cabin without a word. I've always been a slight guy, skinny and without much muscle and I marveled at these two hunks' broad frames and thick, powerful legs. I was confused on the porch for a moment, a little dizzy, then followed them inside, where they were seated side by side on my old leather couch. "Hot in here," Brown said, and they both started taking off their jackets. "So what's in that bottle?" Blond asked, indicating an unopened bottle of whiskey on my counter. "Whiskey," I said, "Didn't think you'd... I'll open that. Mugs'll have to do -- I don't have any glasses." "Fine," Brown said, as they continued to removed clothes after their jackets were off, unbuttoning their shirts and pulling them off, along with their t-shirts, till they were naked to the waist. They stopped stripping long enough to accept and drain the drinks I handed them, then undid their boots and stood to kick them off while I poured another round. By the time I handed the mugs back their pants were on the pile with the rest of their clothes. Their boxers bulged obscenely and they shucked them too before sitting back down bare-assed on my couch. "Can we see your fishing license, sir?" Blond asked sipping his whiskey and absently stroking his sizeable erection. "And we're gonna need to inspect your pole," Brown added, smirking and skinning back his foreskin so that the red head of his stiff dick emerged. "What if I promise to be good and not fish anymore?" I asked coyly, pulling my shirt over my head and toeing off my shoes. I took off my pants, dropped my shorts, and my cock sprang up and slapped my belly. I turned to show the two men my ass, then turned back and got on my hands and knees. "If you are very good," Blond replied, "we can reassess the situation." "But certain things," Brown added, trading hands with Blond so that they were now stroking each other's thick boners, "will have to be taken care of." "I think I can take care of you both," I said, replacing their hands with mine and feeling their burning-hot cocks throb in response as I knelt by their feet and began to stroke them. I ground my own straining dick against the couch and we all panted and groaned for a few minutes while I jerked the two naked rangers off. Then Brown said, "You got a nice touch, kid, but I got my own hand to use on this thing. What I need is your lips around it now." This sounded good to me -- I'd been thinking about nibbling on his soft and ample foreskin, but I know that a guy likes to be shown that he's going to well taken care of, so I pulled that foreskin back and went down on him until the swollen head of his cock was at the back of my throat and held it there for a beat, warm, wet, and welcoming. I like a man who lets me know he likes it, and this beefy ranger's moans encouraged me as I began bobbing on his cock, taking him deeper each time until my nose was buried in his curly brown bush. I inhaled and his scent made my head swim and my cock throb. I pulled back and slobbered over the tip of his dick, lapping up his salty precum. "That feels good, buddy," I heard Blond say. I looked over and saw that Brown's hand was wrapped around his partner's dick, stroking him and smearing precum up and down the length of his meat, "But I'm ready for some of that wet mouth.". "Alright," Brown said, though I felt his hand on the back of my head, urging me back down on him, "But first I want to see this horny fucker take my whole cock." Which I thought I had, but when my nose was back in those fragrant pubes, his thrust up and put an extra inch down my throat. I like a man who knows what he likes and takes it, and I moaned in pleasure around his fat cock as he gave my throat a short, sweet, energetic fucking. I felt another hand on my head and Blond took me by the hair and pulled me off. A line of spit hung from my sloppy lips to Brown's shiny cock. I felt empty and as soon as I caught my breath said, "More please, sirs." In one movement, Blond stood, stepped up to me, as thrust his cock into my mouth, not stopping until I had the whole of him. "There's not much to this little fella," Brown said, slapping my ass as Blond began long-cocking me, pulling back till I had just the tip of his thick meat between my lips, then shoving in until I'd swallowed him again. And again. "But enough for our purposes," he went on, "His skinny ass is gonna open right up for this dick." "Yeah, skewer the punk so he's got one of us in each end. Spit-roasted!" Blond agreed and I heard their hands slap as they high-fived over me. They manhandled me into the position they wanted, not rough, but I wouldn't say gentle and I wouldn't want it any other way. Then I did exactly what I wanted to: opened my mouth wider and spread my legs are far as I could to get all the cock possible. From the grunts of delight my rangers were making, it was clear we all three wanted the same thing. Amazing considering that we'd really just met. The rangers got a motion going that had me rocking on my hands and knees and the cabin creaking like it might rock off its blocks. My boner was swinging and slapping my belly, a constant flow of precum striping the rough wood planks. Brown was hitting a spot in my ass that sent jolts of pleasure through my cock and to my electrified brain. Did I have a spot like that in my throat too, I wondered as a similar response radiated from there every time Blond drove in deep. As I imagined the two cocks meeting inside me, bumping heads and then pumping my belly full of hot, potent seed. I felt the burly rangers' hands, two under my hips and to under my arms, lift me clean off the floor. I hung like a ragdoll, their sex toy, as they held me aloft and continued to relentlessly spear me with their raging dicks, grunting with the effort as their balls slapped noisily against my thighs and chin. I tried to suck and fuck back, but really these two studs were just using my holes to pleasure their throbbing, thick cocks. And I felt those two long cocks get even thicker as the men's balls tightened and their grunts got louder. The thought that I was about to get impregnated from both ends with hot man seed sent me over the edge. That, and the constant thrusting of Brown's fat cockhead against my prostate had my swinging dick spurting out ropes of jizz that flew all over the dirty wood floor and onto my belly and thighs. The deep moans in my throat and clenching of my ass as I came must have sent the two burly rangers who were fucking me over the top. Now, you could indeed say they were riding me rough and with hard thrusts they shot their seed deep into me. "Awww, fuck! I'm cumming!" Brown growled as he banged me and his cock filled my hole with sperm. "Yeah buddy! Breed this bitch," Blond shouted and held my head in his big, calloused hands, "Cummin' too! Shooting spunk right down this hungry throat. Take it all, slut!" Their climaxes seemed to go on forever and I swear I felt my belly swell, full as it was with fresh cum. When the two hunks were finally spent, their cocks slipped out of me with wet plops and I collapsed to the floor, panting and smiling as they pulled on their clothes and chuckled at the messy sight I must have been, steaked with dirt and my own jizz, as theirs leaked from my ass and lips. "We'll be back in a day or two to check your status," Brown said, "Thanks for the drink, kid." "Look at the filthy guy," Blond said, unzipping the fly he'd just zipped up and pulling out his still-chubby dick, "We can't leave him like this, man. Help me wash him off." "Good idea. Only right and I do have to piss," Brown agreed, releasing a heavy stream of hot piss that splashed across my cheeks and into my open mouth. Blond joined in, blasting my chest and moving down to my belly and cock. I lay there on the floor stroking my growing dick as they emptied their bladders on my, shook off, zipped up and left.