He stood there in the brilliance of the afternoon Wyoming sun; his shirt off and his youthful muscles majestically rippling and flexing in a silent symphony of masculine perfection. His abundant golden hair tussled and danced in the occasionally sultry Northwestern breeze. It was obvious he wore no underwear, because his loose-fitting jeans hugged low on his hips, almost revealing his lush pubic bush. The classic Nordic features of his handsome young face were often squinted into an alluring expression of compete concentration. I was completely hypnotized by how he swung the axe high in the air and then slammed it back down to hack at the fallen log. When sensing he was about to look in my direction, I swiftly avoided his glance, focusing my attention on repairing the porch railing. Damn it! I've got to get a grip. This is not me. This unhealthy fascination with Jonas Mueller, my 18-year-old Vehicle Maintenance intern had to stop. I'm a natural male who happens to be 35-year-old Forest Ranger; and I'm damn proud of it. And I ain't no queer! I was married those two years to Alice Ann back in Arkansas; before I found out that my brother was also taking care of my wife's husbandly needs. That was a real steel-toe kick to head. But, when I finally got my head together again, I headed out here to Wyoming and took on this job of forest ranger. These past ten years have been great. I've pretty much been the king of hill here in these great woodlands -- with my only focus being on the care and protection of this preserve. The loud, fancy, big-city world out there with all its painted women, and all the other vile, Sodom and Gomorrah trappings have been dead to me. This has been my life!

But, a week ago, an old friend down at the Department of Environmental Conservation phoned and says he's got this teenager who'd be a great candidate for a forest ranger. And that he would be getting his mandatory two-year work experience here at my station doing vehicle maintenance. And I just figured, no problem; he wouldn't be the first trainee who'd gotten their Heavy Equipment and Vehicle Maintenance internship here. But then Jonas Mueller, the vehicle maintenance intern, showed up. And Damn! Damn! Damn!

"Ranger Sneddon? Ranger Don Sneddon?" asked the broad-shouldered, six-foot-two, 18-year-old, last Thursday. I actually think my heart stopped. Not only because he had so quietly stepped up behind me in the tourist information area from out of nowhere -- but because he had the most breathtakingly handsome face I had ever seen in my whole damn life, he was almost scary. That face literally beamed blindingly with love, confidence and a very wicked playfulness. His blonde, perfectly chiseled, Nordic features seemed to paralyze me in his innocent stare; those blue-green eyes almost had my toes curling. Robotically, I acknowledged who I was, and in a trance-like state I walked him to my office. There we spent the following few hours as I explained the dynamics of his job, and what I and the DEC expected of him. He was a remarkably swift young man, brilliantly absorbing and metabolizing everything I said. Yep, he'll make an excellent forest ranger. He seemed to possess the necessary knowledge and love of the forest; was fully aware that he'd eventually be responsibility for the preservation and protection of all the forest resources; and was open and outgoing, possessing great people-skills. Therefore, in time all these capacities could be honed, and his ability to lead would be complete. Yep, Jonas Mueller will make an excellent Forest Ranger. But then, Jonas Mueller would be excellent at anything that he set his mind to.

It had gotten late, nearing seven thirty, so I had invited him to dinner. It wasn't going to be much; just baked beans, jumbo frankfurters, corn bread, and some left over mac-n-cheese. Rapidly rubbing his huge hands together and smiling that disarming, lopsided smile of his, he quickly accepted the invitation. As we consumed the meal, hundreds of academic questions jumped out of his mouth. But soon the queries grew more personal, until they finally, rather embarrassingly, became about me and my sex life. He was a bit perplexed that I could make my job my life, and deny myself the great thrill of women and sex. Of course, I swiftly countered with a sanctimonious speech about my firm belief in God, and that I didn't believe in sex with the sanction of marriage. But with all that surging youthful inquisitiveness, he still pressed on. So I said that I had never been the "physical" type; that sex had never really meant that much to me. To which he offered me a great big Cheshire cat grin. So finally, I slam-dunked him with the story about my brother and my wife, and what a deceitful whore she was. It brought his interrogation to a grinding halt. I had never seen such compassion flowing across the face of a studly teenage boy before. Of course I immediately blew it off by laughing and saying that most women were pigs, and all of them were trying to gobble up all the cock they can find! But, he still continued to look at me with such unbelievable concern.

"Mr. Sneddon, you say you're 35, but you look more like about 25," he had said, taking in a mouthful of baked bean, "And, damn, you're one hell of a handsome guy, too! I'll bet a lot of these ladies coming through here have made a play for you.., huh?". Halting the sentence to take a huge bite out of one his jumbo frankfurters, then playfully continued with, "And I'll bet quite a few of the guys made a few plays for you, too...huh?"

My entire body went into a sphincter-lock. I felt stabbed, annihilated, taken to task, demeaned. How dare this little high school son-of-a-bitch get up in my face? It felt as though my entire body was burning red.

"Just a minute, young man," I had said. "Hold your tongue! Yeah, one or two ladies have made their intentions clear. But I have never, I repeat... I have never, nor will I ever get the urge to fuck around with a man. So you put that in your head right now!" I then sat there staring at him, slightly shaking from my rather dramatic outburst.

But he wasn't chastised in the least. Damn! He just laughingly apologized, saying, "That was only a joke Mr. Sneddon. Why are you getting so annoyed? This is the 21st century. Back-in-the-day there were a whole lot of behaviors considered abnormal, but are now pretty darn normal!"

I looked at that face, and no matter had reprimanding I wanted to get with the damn kid, I failed; he was just too damn disarming. But I did growl back that, "In Wyoming, what was abnormal in the 20th century is still abnormal in the 21st century. Period!!"

Maintaining that hypnotic, lopsided smile, he shifted the conversation to the meal, and asked what had I done to make the baked beans taste so good. 'Damn, he's good', I thought, as l instantly went into a spiel about my culinary skills. At that moment I had completely realized what inordinate emotional sway the boy had over me. There were even moments when his charm had reduced me to feeling, inwardly, like a giddy schoolboy.

Finally we finished. He offered to help with cleaning up; but I declined. My goal at the moment was to navigate him out to his pick-up, and wish him good night. But, nope, he had another surprise for me. It appears the commissioner at the Department had informed him that a Vehicle Maintenance Intern could live no further than 15 road miles away from the Ranger station. And it turned out that Jonas lived 27 road miles away from the Ranger Station, over in Hutchsville. So, Jonas enthusiastically announced that he would be living with me until other arrangements, if any, could be made.

Damn! Damn! Damn!

So for the past three days, I've often been challenged beyond endurance in respects to my young intern. Even though he's an excellent trainee, and is in complete grasp of his job requirements, he loves constantly taking me to task. No matter what is going on, he has to bring it around to something sexual. I've continually struggled not to show what I'm really feeling inside. The professional me wants to fire him, because this not the conventional manager/intern relationship. But the private me couldn't even begin to bear the thought of him leaving. Still, I keep asking myself will I be able to endure two long years of this, without compromising myself.

Tonight, for whatever reason I couldn't sleep, and eventually found myself heading down the hallway to the bathroom to take a whiz. On my way back, as I passed Jonas' room, I noticed that the door was slightly ajar. For some reason I couldn't fight the need to peek through the narrow crack. And there he stood, butt-naked in front of his desk staring down at his computer screen. I tried to force myself to feel disgusted and to keep on moving back to my bedroom. But something perverse deep within me gripped me fiercely and dictated that I remain rooted right there in that spot. His back was mostly to me, and his eyes seemed transfixed on some kind of sex action on his PC screen. I noticed it was an older man and a younger girl hotly getting it on. The typical internet bullshit. Then a young man arrived on screen and began to kiss the girl's tits; then began to suck the older man's nipples too! Uh-oh! What the fuck? And this wasn't any fairy boy either. He had a buzz-cut and looked as natural as any other young guy in the normal world. And then, when the younger guy began to tongue kiss the older guy while the girl began sucking both their cocks, I heard Jonas moan out loud, and quickly grab his trembling cock. I saw him reach into the desk drawer and pull out a tube of Vaseline. He squeezed a glob into his left hand and began to stroke his huge manly dick.

I began to get all weird in the head. I was getting some really freaky feelings. I had to step past the crack in Jonas' door and lean up against the wall. I was only wearing boxer shorts and my cock was stiffly peeking up and out of the slot, doing a big shaky dance. Damn, I don't recall my pecker being that stiff since adolescence. My heart was thundering. I could feel the veins in my forehead ferociously pulsing; could feel the sweat forming about my temples, and experienced the awkwardness of the wet tricklings that were rushing down from under my arms. Damn! Damn! Damn! I ain't letting this young heathen get to me with all his new 21st century ideas. I'm not trying anything new. But, damn, the sight of that beautiful young masculine body in there, all naked, sweaty and horny was burning wildly in my mind. The images flashed over and over again, each one more compelling than the previous. I know that I had caught him at a private moment, and I now want to leave. But I want more to stay. Very confused, and overmastered by the situation, I really didn't know what to do. The thought of me doing something that would cause me to feel guilty at the first light of dawn was reason for hesitation. Finally I told myself that I just wanted to quietly watch him. So once again I eased back and peered into the room. Jonas's hand was gently sliding back and forth on the awesome length of his cock. He stood there looking down at the computer screen -- then he'd raise his head upward and would close his eyes as though in a reverie or trance. His ass! Damn...his ass. It's like two carefully carved spheres; or two perfectly matched honeydew melons. There is a dusting of peach fuzz covering them. His tight, muscular, perfectly proportioned, peaches-and-cream body is perfectly smooth except for a few sprigs of hair between his pecs and a slight trail from his navel down into that abundant public bush. And, of course, his legs are lightly coated with a covering of soft, downy, cornsilk hair. Oh, God, what a phenomenal body. Images of Michelangelo's David kept crowding my mind as reference to the beauty I now witnessed.

Suddenly Jonas turned away from the computer screen and walked over to his full-length mirror. Hypnotized, I followed his movements. As he walked, his huge, teenager's cock was sticking straight out and up at the ceiling in front of him, sort of leading his way to the mirror. I was shocked that he was going to jerk-off looking at himself. The idea blew me completely away. But there he stood - firmly, with his feet spread apart, wildly stroking his manly teenage cock - while warmly glaring at his perfect reflection. He began using the fingers of one hand to massage up and down on his tanned skin, his taut muscles and hardened nipples, while the other hand furiously pulled and tugged and stroked on his angry cock.

Watching this horny kid had made almost unendurably horny. My sweating had increased and my body was trembling. I wanted to stroke my own cock. And for some reason, my asshole had begun to itch and burn. And before halting myself, I had unconsciously, traveled my hand back there and had begun massaging my sweaty hole. Damn! My frenzied mind was flying off in a ten different directions at once. I felt if I didn't leave soon, I'd probably find myself kicking wide the door, throwing the bugger on the bed and helping him with his sexual neediness. So as quietly and quickly as I could, I lumbered back to my room, ripped off my shorts and began to wildly massage my balls and cock. While doing so, stimulating recollections of Jonas down the hall feverishly servicing himself in front of a mirror, controlled my thoughts.

With my eyes closed, getting ready to shoot my load, I felt a strong presence near me. Through a pre-orgasmic mist I opened my eyes and see a very sweaty Jonas staring at me through sex-glazed eyes. With his voice tensed by the throes of lust, he grunted, "You left before the finale, boss. So I'll have to finish the last act on your stage." And with that, he jumped on my bed beside me. On his knees there beside me, he continued jerking off right in front of my face. God! I didn't know what to do. The phenomenal heat and intoxicating scent of the boy was paralyzing. I was so overmastered by the aroma of the teenager's delectable musk that my slack mouth had begun to slobber from its corners. What the hell is going on? , I thought. I've become a sex-obsessed fiend in only a matter of minutes.

A slight embarrassment gnawed at my mind realizing that Jonas knew I had been a peeping Tom. Yet, I got the feeling that what was about to happen during the minutes ahead would completely cancel out that silly indulgence. I felt trapped, overruled, imprisoned, perhaps not by a person... but by a passion. It wasn't Jonas in particular, of what I felt trapped by. It was more the phenomenal passion that he generated. And that he was opening me up to myself. In all my 35 years I had never been more terrified, nor more ecstatic, at the same time. This beautiful, perfect, child-warrior was in my bed, his strong naked body towering over me. I looked up at that body and felt its strong teen power; that body that I loved and wanted so badly. Yeah, damn it, I admit it! I want Jonas Mueller's body! I found my left hand moving onto his muscular thigh. Slowly, ever so slowly, sliding up to that flavorsome place from where all that great heat and great aroma were being broadcast. My heart and mind raptly flooded with a sense of euphoria. It all seemed like a dream. Instantly, my mind traveled back to the first wet dream I had about Jonas. It was the first night he had slept down the hall from me. That night, the scent of him had prodigiously permeated the entire house, making me dizzy with all kinds of unfamiliar wants and desires. And as I had dozed off to sleep, his face, suddenly and quite clearly, appeared in my mind -- which served to further stiffen my already erect cock, and I copiously exploded my seed in pajama bottoms.

I trembled with this remembrance, because I had tried to bury that memory. But, now, here it all is, blossoming into a beautiful reality - even though I'm frightened to death.

The feel of his skin beneath my hand was exhilarating. I deeply inhaled all his teenage boy smells. First, the faint aroma of teenage-boy feet traveled from between his legs and titillated my nose. Then the strong sensual aroma of his young damp pubes attacked my senses and drove me insane. Without thought, I sat up and my lips went instantly to his huge, pink, erect nipples. I began to suck and slobber voraciously, as he continued to stroke his meat. My mouth had never before savored a taste more fulfilling. Dropping his arms beside him, and shoving his trembling cock into my chest, he began to grind and moan, whispering, "Oh, yeah, Mister Sneddon, that feels so fucking good".

Like a thunderbolt it hit me. Again, I was brought back to the reality of the situation. This was supposed to be a mentor-student dynamic. I had no right being in bed with this kid. I was totally compromising my professionalism, and could, quite deservedly, be terminated from my position. Stiffening, I backed off, and tried to maintain some sort of detached, supervisory posturing.

"Hey! What's wrong? What happened?" groaned Jonas through half-closed eyes. Almost stuttering, I tried explaining how I felt.

"No, man, no! You've got me all crazy here!" he began growling. "You ain't gonna back out now! No fuckin' way!"

I tensed. There was an authority in that young voice that somehow scared me. He almost looked as if he were about to do harm. Fear suddenly controlled my thoughts. I was afraid of him; afraid of that masterful teenage power that he possessed; that he was aggressively emitting. I placed myself in an almost defensive position. He was generating such powerful emotions that I actually closed my eyes, expecting a blow by one of those powerful fists. I felt him coming down on me, "Nope, nope, nope, Mr. Sneddon," he began, "we've both charted our course. And now, there's no way back. Do you hear me? You can't turn back now!"

I didn't understand what he was talking about until I watched as his full youthful lips slowly came down to moistly cover mine. Instantly, I found myself drowning in a sweet, embracing, rapturous dream of new beginnings. Somewhere a part of me was being born; or a part of me, long dead, was now coming alive. For the first time, I felt part of something honest and whole and human. And soon the courage was found to return that kiss with the same ferocity that it was being offered. When my reciprocity was felt, Jonas continued on with his kisses down to my neck, my broad chest and my stomach. That blow from the anger I had expected was now being replaced by a strange and welcoming tenderness. There were no words -- only the actions and breathing of affectionate silence.

My raging cock was there when he finally reached my pubes. It wildly spasmed and copiously oozed my sticky pre-juices as Jonas roughly grabbed it and kissed up and down on its extremely sensitive length. My soaring consciousness expanded as never before, and my body felt more vibrant than ever remembered. And never before had I ever felt more naked, more vulnerable, more exposed to another human being; to another male human being. And it felt damn good; my whole body burned and ached for the touch of Jonas Mueller.

Scooting down between my legs, Jonas began to lave my hairy balls while looking up at me with eagle-like eyes, trying to read every nuance of emotion on my face. Then easing up, he said, "You are so darn cute and beautiful, Mr. Sneddon; more cute than you probably know. And I want to make you my boy-toy."

Before I had the chance to figure out what the hell he was talking about, his strong arms lifted my legs in the air and he began licking my inner thighs. The feeling was incredible; my imagination winged like crazy. I wanted to sing out loud about this newfound journey of electric pleasure and tantalizing pain. For when Jonas reached my cum-swollen balls he began to wildly devour them -- munching and nibbling and sucking on them, voraciously. From somewhere far off I heard someone simpering and groaning in sizzling ecstasy, only to eventually discover it was me. It was actually me, unconsciously affirming to Jonas how explosively happy he was making me feel. I screamed out in pleasured agony when I felt his satiny tongue commence to lick, poke and stab at my sphincter. "No", I protested and tried to escape. But his youthful strength held me tight in that position and continued to hungrily rape my virgin asshole even more aggressively with his hot, wet, thrill-seeking tongue. He too moaned with lust as he vigorously sucked and dined on my taut, virginal hole.

After several minutes of being excitedly lost in that blissful experience, Jonas eased up, pushing my legs further apart, exclaimed. "Oh, man, that hole is pure paradise!" With wild-eyed passion he stared down at my saliva-imbued hole. His eyes glazed and flickered, openly revealing his crazed, lustful hunger. The glow he generated was equal to the elated gratitude of a young man who'd just been given three cases of Budweiser beer on a Friday night. Slowly, it dawned on me just exactly what he wanted; what he really needed. And even though there was a vague feeling of anticipatory delight, I was sure that I was, neither, physically or psychologically equipped to handle the act. Yet, looking up at the sweaty, seductive, sex-drenched face of that handsome teenager, there was no way I was going to refuse him anything he wanted.

Leaning in closer to me, pressing my knees closer to my chest, he whispered, "Mr. Sneddon, I want to own your masculinity; I want to own you. I want my steel-hard 18-year-old cock to make you happy for the first time in your life."

Not even trying to formulate a reply, I looked down between my legs and saw his huge cock frantically quaking and trembling, and dribbling huge amounts of pre-cum. I, too, was trembling and shaking just a bit, because, damn, I was really scared. But only afraid of the unknown -- for, I was more than willing to make this young warrior-satyr, happy.

I gasped loudly, as I felt the huge spongy cockhead, with its sticky coating of juices, mash against my expanding and contracting ass lips. For several seconds he patiently mashed, massaged and poked at my man-pussy, getting it all soaked and slippery with his generous supply of pre-cum. But, his teenage lust could not be tethered much longer. He wanted, no, he needed, to feel his raging young cock deep inside the hot satiny walls of my anal passage. Bit by bit, his huge cockhead would begin to slip inside me. But an unconscious reflex would instantly squeeze it back out again. Then, with a loud grunt, his pretty face wildly contorted, he brutally shoved that mammoth, sticky cockhead deep inside me. "Nooooooooooooooooooo," I screamed out in painful protest, "Ooooh Goddddddd!"

"Sssssssssh," he whispered, "sssssssh. Relax, just relax. Yesterday and tomorrow are dead. We've only got these few minutes left on earth. Let's just relax and enjoy them. Okay? Okay? Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssh"

For whatever reason, those words washed away all the moral junk in my head, and I became unbelievably relaxed. And with mixed pleasure and pain, I rapturously enjoyed the sensation of Jonas' cock sliding deeper and deeper into my masculine body. With each splendid thrust, I felt as if I were lifting up somewhere into space and drifting off -- off to some place new and welcoming; a place where I could honestly be myself, without fear or compromise. I reveled in feeling my tight, pinprick of an asshole expanding considerably with Jonas's mammoth cock. Gradually I felt the tender, satiny walls of my rectum gripping and grabbing at that huge, invading cock, clinging to it with lust and longing as it forged further up inside my guts. I wanted it. I wanted it all! I wanted Jonas Mueller!

"Yeah, man! You need this, man!" growled Jonas, "I need this! We both need this, so take my hard teenage cock up inside your hot, tight, virginal bunghole!"

Inching in, inching and grinding, rotating and inching further in. Grunts and groans; grabbing me wildly and grappling with me tightly. Whispering low and lustily, telling me how great I was making him feel. Until finally, all nine inches of that fat rigid cock were embedded deep within me. A great sense of accomplishment seemed to burn within both of us. Then, throwing each of my legs over his shoulders, he swiftly leaned in. Reaching under and placing his arms beneath each of my shoulders, he pressed even more deeply into me. He released a loud, almost primal scream of great satisfaction. Then, nestling his head down beside mine on the pillow, he began to wildly rotate and grind his steel-hard truncheon inside my joyously aching anal canal.

His voice thick with unbridled lust, he cried "Yeah! Yeah, boss, take my big, fat teenage cock! It loves ya, man... it loves ya!"

My entire body responded to his affection by releasing phenomenal surges of fiercely hot energy, which all eventually concentrated at my sphincter muscle; furiously burning and sizzling at that sensitive point of entry. With that, Jonas went insane with youthful energy, and the force of some of his savage thrust got slightly painful. It seemed he had gone even deeper inside me. My prostate gland sent out waves of pleasure, but the pain was still there and my asshole was aflame. I opened my mouth to scream. I wanted to stop him. Through glazed eyes he had eased up and had been watching me. And when my mouth opened to scream, he slammed his strong body against me, and his wet mouth closed over my lips. He kissed me wildly, hungrily, passionately; he made hard, long, deep swipes of his tongue against my tonsils, teeth, tongue and throat. He was using his mouth to kill my scream of pain and stress. His oscillating actions were of such heated intensity, that I actually came pretty damn close to fainting.

Not moving, just laying there atop me while he kissed me, he began to lick the sweat away from eyes. He was giving me time to get used to his stiff, pulsating cock that throbbed deep inside me. He continued to explore the insides of my mouth with his tongue. A minute or two later, he slowly raised his body up off me a bit, pulling his huge cock back. When it was halfway out of my hole, he slammed back in, again. Diaam, it seemed it went even deeper inside me. Easing it back out again, in one powerful thrust, he was back deep inside me, and it felt good. It felt so damn good! I groaned as he fucked my like that, and man, I was relishing every hot, merciless thrust. My cock got brick-hard again and was oozing pre-cum between our bellies. He pressed me down with his powerful body and developed a steadier fucking rhythm. He was really fucking me now.

"Oh, man, thanks Jonas, thanks!" I heard myself murmuring as my head rolled back and forth there on the pillow in delirium. I was gratefully taking every ounce of the hot, ravaging, high-energy teenage sexual passion he was so willing to give me. My body was totally and completely all his, all the way, now. I was feeling incredibly happy and fulfilled. My body was shaking and trembling and bouncing as Jonas savagely slammed into me, over and over and over again. My legs were wide open for him. He would plow his phallus deep up inside and hold it there for a second or two. As he did this, wave after wave of exhilarating pleasure controlled me as he wildly and wantonly titillated my jubilant prostate.

Skillfully and diligently, he expertly massaged my spot with his thick, fat cockhead navigating deep inside me. I, truly, truly loved his long powerful cock with that fat, juicy cockhead.

As he pounded into me, a shower of his teenage sweat covered my face and chest. It was awesome. It almost made me silly and giddy with adolescent excitement. In fact, I felt like a silly, giddy teenager.

All of a sudden he began to move even faster, making deep frantic thrust. His groans grew louder and wilder. Then I felt his already huge cock beginning to swell even larger inside me. Deep inside me. My heart began to sing with yet another more powerful elation. I was about to experience a new, exhilarating, life-enhancing thrill. For some reason I rapidly began to cling to him; frantically, cling to him, as though my life at that moment depended solely upon him. Our glistening bodies molded and melded in an eloquent symphony of abundant perspiration.

"Aaaaah! Aaaaah!" I heard myself grunt, as I enjoyed two final deep thrust from Jonas, and then felt my guts being blasted full of an ocean of his teenage cum. He bellowed loudly and savagely, writhing and contorting there over me, as he joyously surrendered his youthful seed to me. He held me tight, his sweaty head cradled in the nape of my neck as he groaned in tangent with his copious releases into my welcoming asshole. And, soon, lost in the magnificent sexual rhythm, I too, blasted a bountiful amount of spooge all over the both of us. "Yeah, man, yeah, man. Give it to me" I heard him grumble into my neck and the sweat-drenched pillow. "Empty those balls for me, boss."

After what seemed an eternity, Jonas's breathing softened and he eased up. He dropped my legs back down on the bed and squirmed into a position beside me. Gently, he kissed me. Then over and over again, he kept telling me that I'd been the best fuck he'd ever had. I was still too much in a fog to make any kind of real sense of it. I only knew that it was the best experience, bar none, that I'd ever had in my life. And at that moment I swore "never to say never" again.