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'A Ranger'
Site: Slash

Author: Unebriwen

Rating: NC-17,R

Comments: Yet again a first draft

Pairings: Strider & Samwise Gamgee

Warning: Low level violence, High level sex scenes, Adult themes, Some course language.. IF YOU DON'T LIKE EXPLICIT SEX, DON'T READ ON!!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, just the fantasies J.R.R. Tolkien unfortunately owns them (lucky dead bugger ~_^;;)

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Chapter One: Loneliness.
Roaming the wilderness can become awefully lonely. You wish for company - any company. Wether you like it or not, your mind starts to wonder. You think about things you normally wouldn’t think about in every day life. What would it be like to be a woman? Having no beard to worry about, not having to go out and work all hours of the day but to stay at home and tend to the children. Why do we have no choice in who our parents are? What will become of me after I die?
So many things to ponder, and so far to wonder. My strides take me along deepened gullies, steep and rocky hillsides, meandering roads along faceless deserts. Nowhere. The company of a woman seems more inviting every day - yet, what of a man? Is it so wrong to make love to someone of the same sex? To fondle over their genitals which are much the same as yours, to stroke their hair which is somewhat shorter than that of a woman’s? Once again my mind wonders.
Now off to the distance I see the town. Not my destination, but civilization nonetheless. At last! Flesh I can touch that does not have four legs! My legs seem a little stronger as I stride towards the seemingly tired little village. My face, though weary, lets a smile past my lips. I realize as I get closer that this is a town of Halflings. Adorable, fleshy, helpless little halflings... so why do they look at me as if I’m a monster? Well, I may be considering my height compared to them - but we are still similar, nonetheless. Two eyes, two ears, two arms, two legs - yes, legs - one nose, one mouth... the women have two large, plump, luscious breasts.. the men...
I crouch a little and walk into the tavern. Full of laughter, songs, beer, Hobbits... a sudden silence commences as I walk inside. Their pint’s mid-air as they stare at me. I walk over to the bar, “a pint of ale, please”. The young hobbit didn’t move. “A pint of ale, please!” I spoke a little louder, as if he hadn’t heard me - finally, he leapt backward after a moment or so, grasping for a mug and the lever to pour the ale. I smiled and stooped down onto a stool. Although not that comfortable, the company was formidable. My eyes wandered, looking for a nice young hobbit to get to know. At last my eye caught one sitting in a dark corner by himself, looking quite unhappy. I got up - almost hitting my head on the ceiling - and made my way toward him. He didn’t notice me until it was too late. I sat in front of him, trapping him from escaping either side of me. He was mine now.
“Why do you sit by yourself, little Hobbit?” I asked wryly. He stared at me, I could tell he was a little weary of me, but also glad for company.
“I don’t know, there’s nothing to do but drink. Who are you?”
I shifted slightly, not wishing to reveal my real identity, “they call me Strider.”
The little Hobbit smiled, “my name’s Samwise Gamgee! My friends call me Sam.”
He held his hand out and I grasped it, “pleased to meet you, Sam.” We shook firmly.
“Sorry, sir, just I don’t take kindly to strangers usually,” too right you shouldn’t, dear hobbit, “but you seem nice enough. If only Mr. Frodo were here...”
His eyes lowered, and I couldn’t help but ask, “Who’s Mr. Frodo?”
“Oh, I’m his gardener. He’s like my best friend.”
“That’s nice. Say, I’d like some fresh air, would you like to take a walk with me?”
His head tilted to the right a bit, showing his smooth, stumpy neck.
“I suppose. But I ought to be heading back home soon. The Gaffer’ll kill me if I’m not up early tomorrow.”
I led him out, leaving a tip for the shy bartender.

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Chapter Two: A Wonderful Relationship.
“Sam, have you ever seen a... man, before?”
“Oh, sure, lots of times..!”
“No, I mean.. a man.”
It took a while, but he caught on.
“No, sir. I don’t believe I have. Why do you ask?”
“Well aren’t you the least bit curious?”
I couldn’t help it, I moved closer and touched his face with the back of my hand.
“Just a look?”
“Well..” he hesitated, “curious, yes.” His eyes lowered a little. I pressed him down onto the ground gently, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his bare skin - so smooth. I kissed him gently on the mouth, then proceeded down his neck onto his chest, caressing his nipples with my tongue. He groaned slightly; which told me that he was enjoying it and was definately going to go the whole way with me, thus making me a little more relaxed. I didn’t want him screaming his way back into the town about a man trying to have sexual intercourse with him.
He took off my dirty shirt; which was really like a rag, but it didn’t matter at that moment. I slowly pulled his pants down while I knelt in front of him, lifting his naked body up to sit on my hips. Squeezing his tense buttocks, licking his face like a wounded cat. He started to pull my pants down, I lowered him so that I could do it myself. Finally he flung them onto the pile that consisted of both of our clothing. He stopped a moment,
“strider... I’ve never...”
“shhh, I know. Neither have I. But you’re beautiful..”
I kissed his lips once more.
“I’m only going to rub it against you..”
At that, I entwined my penis around his, pressing gently against him, in little circling motions, feeling his penis become stiff. I was glad he was getting an erection. I was proud to know that I could do such a thing. I slid myself down so that I could taste his dick, it slid into my mouth like melting ice. Up and down my head bobbed until he almost came, panting, then I turned him around.
“I’m only going to put the head in,” I explained. He nodded.
Once I got the head of my penis into his hole, it was like magic. The rest just slid in... and out, and in and out. I went faster, faster, harder and harder. He was now panting, groaning, gasping, cursing. I knew he wanted it, and I gave it to him. It was definately magic. We both came at the same time, my seed into his arse and his onto the ground. It was just meant to be. Then he did something unexpected. He turned around and took my dick into his mouth, sucking out all of my juices, swallowing, moaning, his erection still there, like a mountain that could stand anything. For that I admired him. I let my penis become submerged into his warm, succulant mouth. His tongue massaged it as his hands reached for my testicles and slowly massaged them. This boy was a wonder! He made me cum three consecutive times; which was twice more than any woman - any human - had ever been able to do.
I collapsed after the third round, exhausted. He lay on top of my arm, humming a little tune. This would be the beginning of a wonderful relationship.