Ranger Ron
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Erotica › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
7,105
Reviews:
13
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ranger Ron
Ranger Ron, originally published in Oct. 2006, from Erotic Dreams Publishing
“…now!” Scott exclaimed. His voice rose in excitement as the last word of the incantation left his lips.
He eyed his sister’s Kitty Lane doll expectantly. Nothing happened. The doll was still only eleven inches tall. Still just a lifeless model of a sexy, red haired were-cat.
“Shit,” he grumbled, looking over his notes again. The words were right. “... Namaah, I beseech thee, grant to me my heart’s desire now!” Scott repeated softly. He had every component placed properly in the conjuring ring. Everything was perfect. Damn it, it should have worked. He couldn’t believe he’d given up a night of Halloween pranking for this. The eighteen-year-old blond glanced at the clock beside his bed. 12:22 am. Oh well, maybe he could catch up with Mark at Sonia’s house.
“Heart’s desire, my ass,” he griped, stepping outside of the thick, sea-salt circle.
“No, that would be my heart’s desire,” rumbled a deep voice from behind him.
Scott whirled around to face the shadowy figure. His blue eyes widened in shock.
“Apparently this…” the man swept his hands down his body and moved further into the pool of light cast by the candles at Scott’s feet, “is yours.”
There, larger than life, about seven feet tall actually, stood his old Ranger Ron action figure. Ron was wearing faded, green camouflage pants, riding low on the sculpted muscles of his hips, and not much else. His short, dark hair shone in the candlelight. It was the only hair to be seen on his rippling body.
‘Yeah, ‘cause dolls don’t have hair,’ thought Scott irrelevantly as his eyes traveled over Ron’s plastic perfection.
Ron’s smile softened the rugged sharpness of his features. “Well, we only have until dawn, boy. So let’s cut to the chase here, shall we?” He stepped forward again, his intentions clear.
Scott held up his hands and backed away. “There’s been some mistake,” he said weakly. “I…I wanted a girl. A cat girl.” He tried on a smile, but fell short of the effort. He looked petrified. “Sorry to have wasted your time…uh, Ranger.”
Ron arched his brow and stepped closer. He lifted Scott by the front of his sweatshirt and tossed him onto the unmade double bed.
“A mistake, huh?” he asked. “Well, let’s check.” He swung a thigh over Scott’s lean body to straddle the boy’s chest. Then he reached back to cup Scott’s cock through the fabric of his track pants. Scott’s hips twitched before he could consciously still them. “I guess I’m not really seeing the problem here, kid,” Ron commented, as he felt Scott swell underneath his palm.
Ron kept that hand right where it was, stroking and teasing. He worked at the button of his khaki’s with the other. “So, let’s see how big your imagination is, Scottie,” he said with a grin. The rasp of the ranger’s zipper sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet room. The only other noise to be heard was Scott’s panicked little inhalations. Not quite hyperventilating. But close. Suddenly, ten inches of thick, circumcised dick tumbled out. The thud as it hit his chest cranked the boy’s panting up a notch. Ron’s smile widened. “Very nice,” he chuckled. “I think I can work with this.”
Ron gave his length a few pulls, then pointed the plum-sized head towards Scott’s mouth. “Want a taste?”
Scott shook his head in denial, but his hips were starting to churn again, pushing his erection harder into Ron’s hand. He just couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the enormous cock only inches in front of him.
“No?” Ron pouted. His fingers left Scott’s crotch as he slithered down lower on the boy’s body.
The ranger leaned over to press his mouth against the blond’s. At first, Scott kept his lips firmly closed, but when he felt Ron grasp the neckline of his shirt and tear the garment away from his body, he gasped in surprise. Ron’s tongue immediately plunged inside. His palms smoothed over Scott’s pecs. When he gave both small, pink nipples a sharp twist, Scott moaned despite himself.
“Oh, fuck it,” mumbled the teen. “Who the hell will ever know?” He finally allowed his tongue to twine around Ron’s; allowed his hands to explore the man’s impossibly broad shoulders, and then his narrow hips.
“Now you’re getting it,” groaned Ron when Scott’s fingers dipped below the waistband of his pants to knead the firm flesh of his ass.
Ron gave Scott’s lower lip a final nip. His hands twisted in the kid’s pale, shaggy hair and he roughly tugged his head back. Scott grimaced when Ron’s teeth sank into his collarbone, but his legs automatically widened to wrap themselves around the ranger’s back.
“Mmmm,” murmured Ron. His mouth moved to hover over Scott’s left nipple. “You are one very sexy kid,” he breathed. Then he bit. Hard.
“Jesus Christ!” cried Scott. His body bucked violently.
“Shhh,” hissed the ranger. He slapped his palm over the boy’s mouth. “You wanna bring your whole family in here?”
Scott moaned and began to suck on the fingers pressed against his lips. His hands urged Ron closer and his eyes begged for more over Ron’s silencing palm. Ron’s own eyes darkened dramatically. “Alright kid, enough fuckin’ around. I’m not much for foreplay anyway.” One handed, he tugged Scott’s track pants down his thighs. He paused briefly to admire the perky seven inches in front of him. Then, in one, smooth motion, he swooped down to engulf Scott’s entire length.
Scott thrust up into the amazing sensation only three times before unloading down the ranger’s throat. Luckily, Ron’s hand was still clamped firmly over his mouth, because his howl of ecstasy would surely have brought the house down on them.
Ron took his time licking him clean. Then he leaned up to kneel between Scott’s slack thighs. “Abracadabra,” he announced, in true showman’s style, as his index finger skimmed over Scott’s softening prick.
Scott sucked in a surprised breath. His cock had leapt to eager attention once again.
“Please tell me you’ve got some lube on hand,” drawled Ron. He palmed his own impressive hard on.
Scott reached out and pulled open his night table drawer, feeling blindly for the tube. He couldn’t seem to look away from Ron’s groin. Wordlessly, he handed it over.
Ron wasted no time. He slathered himself and then lifted Scott’s legs over his shoulders. “Ready?”
Scott gulped, hesitating. Hadn’t he heard somewhere that this could really hurt? His doubt only lasted a second though. He didn’t know what magic Ron had performed with that ‘Abracadabra’ of his, but he’d never felt this horny in his goddamned life. He nodded and pulled Ron towards him. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess. Go ahead.”
His scream of pain tore through the room.
Running footsteps sounded in the hall, and the door to his bedroom slammed open. Scott’s Mom took one look at her son, spread-eagled in the center of his bed, with his pants down around his knees, and a Ranger Ron doll shoved up his ass, and passed out cold.
End
“…now!” Scott exclaimed. His voice rose in excitement as the last word of the incantation left his lips.
He eyed his sister’s Kitty Lane doll expectantly. Nothing happened. The doll was still only eleven inches tall. Still just a lifeless model of a sexy, red haired were-cat.
“Shit,” he grumbled, looking over his notes again. The words were right. “... Namaah, I beseech thee, grant to me my heart’s desire now!” Scott repeated softly. He had every component placed properly in the conjuring ring. Everything was perfect. Damn it, it should have worked. He couldn’t believe he’d given up a night of Halloween pranking for this. The eighteen-year-old blond glanced at the clock beside his bed. 12:22 am. Oh well, maybe he could catch up with Mark at Sonia’s house.
“Heart’s desire, my ass,” he griped, stepping outside of the thick, sea-salt circle.
“No, that would be my heart’s desire,” rumbled a deep voice from behind him.
Scott whirled around to face the shadowy figure. His blue eyes widened in shock.
“Apparently this…” the man swept his hands down his body and moved further into the pool of light cast by the candles at Scott’s feet, “is yours.”
There, larger than life, about seven feet tall actually, stood his old Ranger Ron action figure. Ron was wearing faded, green camouflage pants, riding low on the sculpted muscles of his hips, and not much else. His short, dark hair shone in the candlelight. It was the only hair to be seen on his rippling body.
‘Yeah, ‘cause dolls don’t have hair,’ thought Scott irrelevantly as his eyes traveled over Ron’s plastic perfection.
Ron’s smile softened the rugged sharpness of his features. “Well, we only have until dawn, boy. So let’s cut to the chase here, shall we?” He stepped forward again, his intentions clear.
Scott held up his hands and backed away. “There’s been some mistake,” he said weakly. “I…I wanted a girl. A cat girl.” He tried on a smile, but fell short of the effort. He looked petrified. “Sorry to have wasted your time…uh, Ranger.”
Ron arched his brow and stepped closer. He lifted Scott by the front of his sweatshirt and tossed him onto the unmade double bed.
“A mistake, huh?” he asked. “Well, let’s check.” He swung a thigh over Scott’s lean body to straddle the boy’s chest. Then he reached back to cup Scott’s cock through the fabric of his track pants. Scott’s hips twitched before he could consciously still them. “I guess I’m not really seeing the problem here, kid,” Ron commented, as he felt Scott swell underneath his palm.
Ron kept that hand right where it was, stroking and teasing. He worked at the button of his khaki’s with the other. “So, let’s see how big your imagination is, Scottie,” he said with a grin. The rasp of the ranger’s zipper sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet room. The only other noise to be heard was Scott’s panicked little inhalations. Not quite hyperventilating. But close. Suddenly, ten inches of thick, circumcised dick tumbled out. The thud as it hit his chest cranked the boy’s panting up a notch. Ron’s smile widened. “Very nice,” he chuckled. “I think I can work with this.”
Ron gave his length a few pulls, then pointed the plum-sized head towards Scott’s mouth. “Want a taste?”
Scott shook his head in denial, but his hips were starting to churn again, pushing his erection harder into Ron’s hand. He just couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the enormous cock only inches in front of him.
“No?” Ron pouted. His fingers left Scott’s crotch as he slithered down lower on the boy’s body.
The ranger leaned over to press his mouth against the blond’s. At first, Scott kept his lips firmly closed, but when he felt Ron grasp the neckline of his shirt and tear the garment away from his body, he gasped in surprise. Ron’s tongue immediately plunged inside. His palms smoothed over Scott’s pecs. When he gave both small, pink nipples a sharp twist, Scott moaned despite himself.
“Oh, fuck it,” mumbled the teen. “Who the hell will ever know?” He finally allowed his tongue to twine around Ron’s; allowed his hands to explore the man’s impossibly broad shoulders, and then his narrow hips.
“Now you’re getting it,” groaned Ron when Scott’s fingers dipped below the waistband of his pants to knead the firm flesh of his ass.
Ron gave Scott’s lower lip a final nip. His hands twisted in the kid’s pale, shaggy hair and he roughly tugged his head back. Scott grimaced when Ron’s teeth sank into his collarbone, but his legs automatically widened to wrap themselves around the ranger’s back.
“Mmmm,” murmured Ron. His mouth moved to hover over Scott’s left nipple. “You are one very sexy kid,” he breathed. Then he bit. Hard.
“Jesus Christ!” cried Scott. His body bucked violently.
“Shhh,” hissed the ranger. He slapped his palm over the boy’s mouth. “You wanna bring your whole family in here?”
Scott moaned and began to suck on the fingers pressed against his lips. His hands urged Ron closer and his eyes begged for more over Ron’s silencing palm. Ron’s own eyes darkened dramatically. “Alright kid, enough fuckin’ around. I’m not much for foreplay anyway.” One handed, he tugged Scott’s track pants down his thighs. He paused briefly to admire the perky seven inches in front of him. Then, in one, smooth motion, he swooped down to engulf Scott’s entire length.
Scott thrust up into the amazing sensation only three times before unloading down the ranger’s throat. Luckily, Ron’s hand was still clamped firmly over his mouth, because his howl of ecstasy would surely have brought the house down on them.
Ron took his time licking him clean. Then he leaned up to kneel between Scott’s slack thighs. “Abracadabra,” he announced, in true showman’s style, as his index finger skimmed over Scott’s softening prick.
Scott sucked in a surprised breath. His cock had leapt to eager attention once again.
“Please tell me you’ve got some lube on hand,” drawled Ron. He palmed his own impressive hard on.
Scott reached out and pulled open his night table drawer, feeling blindly for the tube. He couldn’t seem to look away from Ron’s groin. Wordlessly, he handed it over.
Ron wasted no time. He slathered himself and then lifted Scott’s legs over his shoulders. “Ready?”
Scott gulped, hesitating. Hadn’t he heard somewhere that this could really hurt? His doubt only lasted a second though. He didn’t know what magic Ron had performed with that ‘Abracadabra’ of his, but he’d never felt this horny in his goddamned life. He nodded and pulled Ron towards him. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess. Go ahead.”
His scream of pain tore through the room.
Running footsteps sounded in the hall, and the door to his bedroom slammed open. Scott’s Mom took one look at her son, spread-eagled in the center of his bed, with his pants down around his knees, and a Ranger Ron doll shoved up his ass, and passed out cold.
End