Ranger Rick

It was near midnight on Hallowe'en when the knock came to my door. I had just finished watching a bad horror movie... since I had nothing better to do. I had checked in on A4A and BBRT but nobody was looking, so I was just about to look up some bareback porn and jack myself off to sleep. I wondered who would be out this late. The last of the trick or treaters had knocked on my door hours ago. So, I checked the door. On my front porch stood a totes adorable young man, dark-haired, about 5-7, slender, but not thin, with a spray of freckles across his pale white nose. I opened the door. "Can I help you with something?" He fidgeted nervously, "Hi, Mr. Thompson, it's me... Nathan... from up the street. Remember me?" "Kinda," It was true, though, I hadn't seen Nathan in a couple of years. I'd lived in the neighborhood since he was about ten. I remembered giving him candy on several Halloweens. He'd dressed as Batman one year, I remembered that, a zombie another year, and I think he might have been been a pirate once. But that's when he was a kid, a cute little boy who had happened to grow up into the fine-looking young man who stood on my porch. I hadn't seen him in a while and had presumed him to be in college. "It's a little late for trick or treat," I said. "But I still have some candy left if you want some." "Can I come in," he said, rather quickly. He was fidgeting, but it wasn't that cold out. Nathan was a cute little fucker, so of course I brought him in. "Can I get you a beer or anything?" I asked when I got him into the living room. "No... I mean.. yeah, I guess," he said. He was practically shaking with nervousness, the phone in his hand was twitching. I closed the front door behind him. "So, what's up?" I asked, when I came back from the kitchen and handed him the beer. "I know about you," he said. "And the truth is..." Pause. "The truth is that." Another pause. "You see, what I mean to say is..." He took a deep breath. "I want you to fuck me." "And what makes you think you're my type?" I asked him. He blushed. "Well... I don't know, I just thought..." He stuttered a story about seeing my profile on A4A and seeing I was only 2057 feet from his house and said he had jacked off before while thinking about me but never had the guts to. I got the impression he was a little drunk. "... anyway... I thought... what the fuck... I want you inside me..." "I get it," I said putting my arm around his shoulder. "You're horny." I put my other hand on the front of his jeans. Yeah, there was a bulge there. Kid was horny all right. I don't usually chase after guys half my age, but here was a sweet piece of ass begging to be fucked. I would take it. I pulled his mouth over to mine and kissed him. His lips were full and soft and warm. As my tongue entered his mouth, there was a distinct taste of Mike's Hard Lemonade and cranberry juice. Yeah, he had been drinking... a pretty faggoty cocktail, but I didn't care. His mouth tasted good and felt good. I slid my hand up under his jacket and shirt. His torso was smooth, except for a thin treasure trail my fingers brushed over lightly on the way to his nipples. He moaned as I touched the hard tip of his right nipple. His skin was soft, his muscles weren't well-developed, but they were firm to the touch. I slid my hand down the front and slid my fingers on the top of his jeans, just enough to feel his curly pubes and touch the hard root of his cock. I drew my hand out and squeezed his balls from the outside, just hard enough to hurt a little. He squirmed and kissed me harder. After a few minutes more of groping and necking, I helped him out of his tight black jacket. Underneath, he wore just a white T-shirt and jeans, and flip-flops over navy socks. As I undid the front of his jeans, his stiff cock flopped out, surprisingly large and thick. He had worn no underwear. The boy had come to fuck, no doubt about that. I excused myself and went to the kitchen, pausing by the front closet on the way to pull out a black bag. I returned a couple of minutes later. "Here," I said, handing him another bottle. "I'm not done with my beer," he said. "Drink this instead. This one is hard cider laced with a drug called G. It will make you feel amazing in about twenty minutes." "I don't need it..." "Drink the damn cider," I ordered. "You came here to get fucked, you'll get fucked on my terms. Do you feel me?" And, with only a little reluctance, he swallowed. I stroked his hair, soft and thick, "good boy." I stripped off my shirt, showing off the pecs and biceps I work so hard to maintain. He stared at me with craven lust. I pushed him down on my sofa, climbed on top of him, and pressed my mouth against his. We made out for a strong twenty minutes until the G started taking hold, which I sensed because his tonguing became more deep and urgent, he began grinding his hips agains me, and he began to moan. I stroked his tender nipple buds, which put him in ecstasy. I pulled away from him. "Wanna see it?" I whispered huskily. "Yeah," he whispered back. I lowered my sweat pants to reveal my thick, eight incher with the gleaming PA at the tip. "Holy fuck," said the boy. "You like that?" "Oh... fuck..." I waggled it a bit in his direction. "Does it scare you?" "A little," he confessed. His own dick was pointing up rock hard though. "Come on and touch it," I told him. I pulled him close and let him put his hands on it. I kissed the side of his head and whispered. "I'm gonna fuck you with that." He moaned wordlessly in response. I stood up. "Come on," I said, taking his hand. "We're going downstairs." "Is that where your bedroom is?" "Sort of," I answered. Like most of the houses in the neighborhood, mine was an old split-level. There was a bedroom at the end of the lower level I kept padlocked. He seemed a little nervous as I opened the lock, but when I opened the door, and turned on the single bare bukb that illuminated it his eyes grew super-wide. "What is that?" he gasped. "It's a sex sling," I told him. "Wanna try it." "What do I do?" "Get in." He had some trouble arranging himself on the sling, probably a result of the unfamiliarity and the G, but eventually I had him laid out in the stirrups with his smooth pink asshole exposed and ready. I took out a large bottle of lube and worked it into his asshole with my fingers while he moaned, "Fuck, oh yeah, fuck." Filthy words spewing from his innocent mouth. His asshole was warm and tight around my fingers. I was going to ask him if he ha every been fucked, then remembered I didn't care. And whether he was drunk or just too horny, he never asked about condoms or my HIV status, and if he wasn't asking, I wasn't telling. When I felt like I had opened him up enough, I picked up up a rag and poured half a small bottle of poppers into it. I put it over his mouth. "Breathe deeply," I instructed him. As he took his breaths, I slid into his hole, guiding my hard meat into his tight fuckhole with my hand. He winced at first as I forced the head through his tight sphincter. He bit down hard on his lip and for a split second, I thought he was going to beg me to pull out, so I let him get used to it and let the poppers work their magic. When his face relaxed, I eased the rest of my cock deep inside him. "Oh, fuck... yeah, that feels amazing he cried out." "Feels good," I affirmed, and it did. My shaft was buried in his warm, tight fuck tunnel. I pulled back, and gave him a tentative thrust. "Oh yeah," He whispered. "Fuck me. Fuck me so hard." I thrust into him again, a little harder, feeling him wrapped good and warm around my dick. He seemed to take it well, so I throust again, working up to my usual rhythm. "Oh man, fuck..." he moaned. He was just laying back on the on the sling letting me do all the work. Good. It gave me total control. I worked his ass for a good eight or ten minutes before I felt the rise of semen in my balls I slowed down to try and make it last, but he begged me, "Don't... stop. Don't stop man, blow your load in me." I kept my pace slowed, but pressed deeper into him. I could feel his own body tensing up as I fucked him. Then, my cock took over, because orgasm had become inevitable, with a few final hard thrusts I finished up inside him. My load exploded, filling and coating his warm guts. I continued to thrust after my orgasm to make sure my load was ground good and hard into the walls of his intestines. "Good boy," I whispered finally, and then I pulled out. "Can we go again," he asked. "I'll need a few minutes," I told him as I pulled out. Maybe more. I was fully spent after emptying my load into his hot guts. "I really want it again," he begged. I had an idea. "Wait here." He put his hands behind his head like he was laying in a hammock. "I'm not going anywhere." I ran upstairs quickly and grabbed one of the king size Butterfinger bars from the candy stash. I only bought a few of these each year, to give out to kids with really good costumes. It was over a foot long and very thick. When I got downstairs with the candy in my hand, he chuckled when he realized what I was going to do. I tore the wrapper from the Butterfinger bar and jammed the candy into his hole, driving my sperm deeper even into him. There was no way it couldn't have hurt, the beating it was giving to his sugar walls. And at first, he did seem to be hurting. His teeth gritted and his closed, but after a time, he relaxed and moaned with pleasure. "Oh. Gawd. Sweet. Fuck." I drove the candy bar in and out of his hole, seeing tiny streaks of blood and chocolate each time I pulled it out. I raped him with that candy bar. I candy fucked him for less then a minute, pushing it in deeper and deeper until I had barely enough to hold onto and the chocolate bar had become melted, then I put it to the side. I lubed him up again and pushed my fingers inside to work his prostate, which put him right back into ecstasy. "Oh fuck... fuck..." he moaned as I finger banged his tight prostate muscle. Within seconds, he was losing control, his body sqirming and spasming. My hand working his bowels sent him right over the edge. A shot of cum spurted out of his dick, followed by a prolonged oozing of more young white cum. His whole body shuddered as he released. When he had caught his breath he opened his eyes. "Fuck me again?" he asked. I looked down. My dick was hardening again and ready for action. "Sure," I said, pushing his legs apart and lining up with his messy hole. I rubbed some of his cum into it, and shoved my cock in again.

Gingers... woof.

Tyler Seguin

Since you're paying, the only thing that matters is if it's weird to *you.* It's your money. It's the Golden Rule; he who has the gold makes the rules.

Headline: Student Clayton Pettet To Lose Virginity In Live Gay Sex Show For Art Project (http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2013/10/24/student-clayton-pettet-lose-virginity-gay-sex-art-project_n_4154703.html?utm_hp_ref=uk) I dunno, seems a little banal. Anyone have any suggestions on how he could make his project edgier? Anyone?

I've honestly never been asked to pull out.

I am curious; since so much of this site is obviously fantasy, how will that aspect be incorporated in the research?

Got a surprisingly good fuck out of a farmboy I met on A4A last night and this morning. Not my usual "type." His looks were just ok... blond hair (dyed) and the texture of straw, rough hands, OK body but nothing remarkable. But when he climbed on top and mounted my cock... manohman. Power bottoms don't usually do it for me, I like to be in control, but he could work those ass muscles like nobody's business. I let him ride my cock for a good 40-50 minutes before we switched over and then I bred him doggy style. And in the morning I fucked him again.

You are correct sir. Even I would bottom for that stud.

I was with a friend at a pre-Oktoberfest in a college town this weekend, and my friend introduced me to several of his friends, including a geeky looking underclassman with glasses, a nerdy haircut, but a very fine ass. I sensed he was into me while we and a group of my friend's friends sat around drinking. After about an hour of chat and some shots of something creamy and pumpkin-flavored, he left to go to the bathroom, but paused at the door, stared me down, and gestured for me to follow. Well, naturally, I did, was barely inside before he was all over me. Fortunately, I had poppers and lube in pocket (just in case) and was able to fuck him while he braced himself against the bathroom sink. I got off in him and then blew him. Then, we went back out (one at a time) as though nothing had happened.

Friend of my son (20) just left after chatting me on Scruff and saying he needed to get off. No fucking, but a good exchange orally.

Yeah, well, you gotta have a well-calibrated bullshit detector. I figure posts that read like fantasies probably are and posts that read like they could have happened could have happened.

Yesterday, my BF's roommate was drunk and horny, so the three of us got down and enjoyed some good raw breeding.

What? You mean those guys who claimed to be hooking up with hot studs who wanted to be bread with their dirty jizz might have been spoofing? All those guys participating in full-blown orgies at age 9 were just fantasizing? Say it isn't so!

Had an interesting evening. I missed a connection with a regular FB the previous night, but he caught up with me last night and told me to come over. When I got there, he had also invited over a versatile married guy who he "didn't think he'd really do it." So, the three of us began feeling each other up on the couch. The FB is a skinny, dirty-blond twenty-something who got out of the army a couple of years ago. Married vers guy had a shaved head and a hairy, pretty decent, blue-collar type body. So, the two of us took turns plowing the FB until we gave him a couple nice loads. Then, the married guy put his pants on and left, and me and the FB went in for another round. With all that wet slippery cum in his ass, I shot in half the time I did on the first round, which was pretty unusual.

1. A guy who breaks dates for the sake of hook ups is selfish and rude. 2. A guy who lies about things he doesn't have to lie is compulsive about it. This will not end well. You should prepare to find someone more trustworthy. And *he* should run for the Senate from New Jersey; he's eminently qualified.

After he sent the letter to his folks, life went on pretty much as usual. Aaron continued to relish his role as the ranch's reliable cumwhore. Most every night, one of his brothers would seed and recharge his ass, more often two or three. During the day, they'd find him in the barn with one or more of the Doberman's, spreading his ass and taking dogcum in his willing ass. Sometimes, the brothers would sell his ass to raise some extra cash; placing ads on Craigslist or M4MRent. A succession of horny old men, bald guys with guts, fat sleazy truckers, and sometimes even a relatively clean-looking guy, would drop and find Aaron trussed in the barn, ready and willing to take any load offered to him. Another time they made a video of him and a young bull and put it on the internet PPV; made quite a tidy sum. On a warm day in late summer, Aaron was strolling around the front yard of the ranch wearing what he usually wore, a torn-up pair of cutoff jeans with a rip up the back for easy ccess to his mancunt; the remains of the pair the men had cut off him when he first arrived. It was about two months after the letter that formally severed ties with his previous life. He was walking toward the barn with one of the Dobermans when a pick-up truck pulled up to the ranch. It braked to a halt just a few yards from one A young man of about Aaron's age got out of the driver's side and pulled a shotgun off the gun rack in back. The Assistant Coach who'd brought Aaron to the ranch observed this from the ranch house; recognizing the boy as Jesse Hausserman, one of Aaron's teammates. "What do we do about this?" asked one of the other men. The Coach was calm. "Let's just watch and see how this plays out." Aaron looked up at his former teammate, and greeted him casually, "Hey, Jesse, how ya' been?" Jesse replied, "Get in the truck, man, I came to get you outta here." The dog growled, Aaron patted its head. "Easy killer, it's all right. How did you find me?" Aaron asked. Jesse answered him. "It took me a long time, after your mom and dad got that letter. It almost killed them. But I knew something must have happened to you, and I kept looking around and asking until I figured out where you were. I've come to take you home, home to your family. Let's go." Aaron shook his head. "I don't wanna go. This is my home, and this is my family." Jesse looked over to where a group of Aaron's brothers were watching with interest. "Those faggots aren't your family, Aaron. They've brainwashed you, somehow. You don't belong here." "Hell I don't," Aaron shot back. "I get high and I get fucked every day. I love cock. Cock is what I live for, and I'll take any cock I can get. I'll take your cock." Jesse's voice was pleading, desperate. "Come on, man, this isn't you." Aaron laughed in his face. "Of course, it's me. I'm a cockwhore now. I'm looking at you and all I can think about right now is sucking your cock, and getting your cock in my ass, and you coming in my ass." Jesse turned away, but Aaron pulled his face back to him. "Look." Aaron had unbuttoned the fly of his cutoffs and freed his massive, erect horsecock from it. Aaron grinned. "Fuck me." Jesse looked appalled. "I don't know you any more." Aaron just grinned. "I get high and I get fucked every day, and I like it." "You're gonna end up with AIDS!" Jesse shouted at him. "Already got it," Aaron replied casually. "What?" "I got it, the virus. My body is an incubator for the virus my brothers planted in me." Jesse paused a long time, and spoke quietly. "There's still time," he said. "If we get you a doctor..." "No!" Aaron said firmly. "Aaron, if you keep this up, you'll be dead in five years..." Aaron laughed, "So fucking what? Five years of getting high and fucked every day is better than fifty years of bullshit on the outside. I could leave any time. I choose to be here. So, let me get on your dick, or get the fuck out." Jesse paused, reconsidered his tactics, as though it had never occurred to him that Aaron would refuse. "I don't know what they did to you but this isn't right." "You're hard," Aaron said, almost giggled. "I can see through your shorts you got a chubby. Did you come out here to rescue me or fuck me?" He put his hand on Jesse's crotch and Jesse swatted it away. "Goddam, Aaron." "Touch mine," Aaron said. "Look how big and thick it is." Jesse was turning red. "The fuck man..." Aaron drew Jesse's hand over to his hard, erect phallus. "It's okay, man, just feel it. Doesn't it feel great?" Jesse's big hand was wrapped around Aaron's meat, as though he was mesmerized. He held onto it as Aaron's deft hand moved back toward the front of Jesse's cargo shorts. This time, Jesse offered no resistance as Aaron undid the front and pulled out a fat, impressive hunk of meat that drew appreciative looks from the audience of brothers watching from the house and fence. Aaron began to get in a kneeling position in front of Jesse, and only then did Jesse pull away. "I can't... I don't wanna get AIDS..." Aaron grunted, "You won't... it's the guy that takes the load that gets the virus." Jesse offered one last protest, "I can't... make you..." Aaron offered no argument but engulfed Jesse's entire thick eight inch cock into his mouth and throat in one swift movement and then worked it like a pro, moving up and down, sucking hard as he drew out and releasing as he drew in. "Fuck..." Jesse was heard to say. Aaron worked Jesse's dick like the pro he had become. Jesse's stood there, cargo shorts peeled back showing a pair of well-muscled legs. Made some of the brothers wonder if Jesse had ever thought about this when he and Aaron were in the locker room together, sweaty and wet, dicks swinging free. For a guy who had come out to take Aaron away, Jesse sure as fucked seemed to be enjoying his blowjob. Less than five minutes in, Aaron stopped and stood up, letting his cutoffs fall and kicking them aside, but not before taking a little wax paper envelope from the front pocket and snorting its contents. He leaned against the side of the pick up and sighed, "Fuck me, Jesse." Jesse looked unsure of the situation. He was still holding the shotgun. His cock was sloppy and wet, and Aaron was offering his butthole to him. "Fuck me," Aaron repeated, and this time he pulled Jesse to him and, bracing himself on the door of the pick-up, wrapped his legs around Jesse's mid-section. "I..." Jesse began. "Come on, fuck me! Fuck my manhole! Put your cock in me!" Aaron demanded. Jesse may have had the gun, but Aaron was in total control now. Jesse pressed his large cockhead against Aaron's hole. With all the infected slobber on top, it slipped easily into Aaron's well-worked ass. Instinct took over at that point, and Jesse just slammed it into him like it was any other cunt. His hips soon found a satisfying pistoing motion. "That's it, now fuck me harder. Fuck me harder!" Aaron insisted. "Oh, fuck,'" said Jesse, fucking his big cock harder and deeper into Aaron's hungry wet hole. "Oh, fuck yeah! Fuck yeah!" Aaron sang as he rode that cock and the drugs took effect, making every nerve ending fire and overloading his brain with pleasure. Jesse kept up the rhythm longer than anyone expected. He muttering "Oh fuck" in response to Jesse's "Fuck yeah" in a call and response that went on and on to the point where it was almost funny. The brothers could tell Jesse was about to come when his thrusts got harder and faster, and the exclamations of both boys became incoherent grunts and moans. Finally, Jesse issued out a long, loud, "F-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-c-k," and unloaded into his buddy's willing ass. Almost as soon as he had finished, Jesse pulled away. "Oh... fuck... what did I just do?" "You fucked the quarterback, baby," Aaron replied. He threw his arms around Jesse and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss. Jesse pulled away looked confused, "Is that what you've been doing? This whole time?" "That and more, come here, boy," Aaron dropped down on all fours and presented his bareass to the Doberman. The dog knew exactly what to do and immediately impaled him on his long brown and pick cock. "Dude...!" Jesse exclaimed in disgust. "Oh fuck yeah," Aaron said as the dog rapidly thrust into and out of his mancunt. "I love cock, all cock. Man cock. Dog cock. bull cock. I'll take any cock. I'm a cockwhore and a cumwhore. My purpose is to have cock in me all the time. I'm never leaving, Jesse. Ever." Jesse pulled up his pants, awkwardly. He looked for all the world like he was gonna cry, like he was gonna bawl his eyes out. Was it losing his friend, or was it humiliation and shame over what he'd just done. No one would ever know. He got back into the truck and slowly pulled out of the driveway, leaving behind an ecstatic Aaron on all fours, his ass full of dog cock and dog sperm.

So, yeah, this undetectable ginger bear has been flirting with me on MH for six months, but his two-job schedule could never accommodate mine. Then, last night I get an email: "horny, bored and free tonight, come over and let's fuck around." Well, fuckin' A. He met me at the door in a jock and workboots. I slipped my hand in his crack while he was closing the door and he was already moaning like a bitch in heat. Then it was to the bedroom... lube, poppers, load 1 and load 2. "You're even better than I thought it was gonna be when I used to jack off thinking about it," he told me as we got in the shower. Flattery will get you everywhere, so I plowed him in the shower though without coming. He finally came in the shower though. Then, I went home.

Maybe it is just you, or where you live. I've gotten to know a bunch of younger guys in the past couple of years and while they run the gamut from "you'd-never-guess-in-a-thousand-years" to "sneezes-glitter," most of them are pretty normal acting (Yeah, I know normal is a dirty word to some people) and, I'd say, are maybe a little to the left of masculine compared to other guys their age, but no where near riding the nelly float in the pride parade. What I have noticed is that straight guys have become less masculine in this generation; that's the really sad part.

Was horny and tired last night, but apparently more horny. When a previous fuckbud hit me up on MH, I went over to his place. Though young and thin, he's not quite a twink; ex-military, and loves being fucked bare. I gave him two loads.

Yeah... there is a certain "letters to Penthouse" quality to a lot of it. There was a thread about "how old were you when you began taking loads" and the average age was, apparently, about 11. I had to stop myself from writing in that post. "When I was kindergarten, my dad arranged for me to be gang-raped by a herd of Centaurs. That's right, I took on a herd of goddam Centaurs. Then, I had a juicebox." But, I didn't.

18 is fine. I'm not a pedo.

Agree... even though I have never had that experience, it would bother the fuck out of me.

You know what gives the "gay community" a bad name? The gay community.

Last night, I got stood up by an occasional FB, so I went and picked up groceries instead. While there, I caught sight of this hot young thing in the organic foods aisle. He had a nice slender body, and was wearing a dark T-shirt that showed upper body definition and jeans that were tight enough to show off his ass. Wht caught my eye, though, were his boots; knee-high barn boots caked with mud around the soles. He caught me staring and sort of smiled. I half-smiled back, complimented the boots, asked where he got them, told them I was in need of a new pair myself. That was it, I thought. But out in the parking lot he gave me a wave and a "Hi, again" while I was loading my truck. Nervously, he asked if he had ever seen me at (Name of Local Country Gay Bar). Truth is, I don't do bars, but I smiled and said "Maybe." He grinned, a little sheepishly, and asked me if I was doing anything later. We exchanged numbers. By the time I got home, I'd gotten a text from him. Wanted to know if he could come over. "HELL YA" I txted him back. I gave my address; figured he must be horny as dick He showed up barely twenty minutes later, still in the boots. I offered him a beer, which he took, but didn't drink. He told me he couldn't stay long and "Could we just do it." So, we made out for about five-ten minutes, and then we got him out of those boots and jeans; he was commando underneath. I bent him over my couch, nuzzled and bit his neck while working some lube into his ass crack. When I felt like he was ready, I mounted him, he was kinda tight, but not tight enough to make it hard to get into his hole all the way to the root. I fucked him for a whle but didn't come. We went into the bedroom so I could get him flat on his back with his leg up. Damn, he turned out to be one of those guys who loves being fucked. He was moaning and squirming, telling me how great it felt, and when I fucked harder he just whispered, "Oh, yeah, fuck!" After I came, he jacked himself to completion. I got some towels, and he sheepishly apologized for having to cut out so quick. Last thing he said before he left was he laughed a little and said, "By the way, what's your name?"