Title: A Ranger's Lessons
 
Author: Ahlmora (ahlmora@yahoo.com)
 
Pairing(s): Aragorn/Pippin, Frodo/Sam/Merry, Frodo/Sam/Merry/Pippin
 
Rating: NC17
 
Summary: Pippin accidentally gets an eyeful of Sam, Frodo and Merry 
doing something naughty together but doesn't quite understand what it all 
means. He decides to ask Aragorn about it.
 
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Not making money from it. Don't sue.
 
Authors Note: This is in answer to a challenge from eLLe on the Library 
of Moria. I chose to make this Aragorn/Pippin as it's not a pairing you see 
too often. Oh, and this is my first attempt at graphic slash, please be 
gentle.
 
 
	
	Pippin stifled a yawn with the back of his hand as he made his way 
as silently as possible through the tall grass and towards the odd sounds 
that had drawn him away from the campsite. Frodo, Sam and Merry had 
snuck away in this direction some time ago, after everyone had laid out 
their beds for the night. Pippin had been too sleepy to even inquire as to 
where they were going...he had nodded off, fully expecting them to be 
back shortly.
	However,when he had woken up later to relieve himself, they still 
weren't back. Pippin was really worried now. What if something had 
happened to them? He looked over the other fellowship members, all 
asleep save for Aragorn, who was keeping watch. Why hadn't the ranger 
gone looking for them? Surely he had noticed their absence. The Man 
never seemed to miss anything.
	Pippin had just been about to go to Aragorn with his concerns 
when he heard the sounds. Odd, groaning, grunting sounds. His curiosity 
had gotten the better of him and he had gone to investigate. So here he 
was, just about to break into a small clearing...when the sight before him 
stopped him in his tracks.
	His fellow hobbits were in the clearing. Their clothes were strewn 
about the area and they were..what WERE they doing? Pippin stared in 
confusion as he knelt in the grass so he would not be noticed.
	Frodo, Sam and Merry were laying together, naked, sweating, and 
panting. Frodo was leaning over Sam and Sam's legs were over Frodo's 
shoulders. Frodo's brilliant blue eyes were slitted, his lips red and swollen. 
His hips were pistoning back and forth against Sam's  bottom. Sam cried 
out each time Frodo's hips moved forward. Merry had his head on Sam's 
belly and was moving up and down...what..oh my!
	Pippin covered his mouth to stifle a gasp. When Merry had lifted 
his head, Pippin had seen exactly what he was doing...he had his mouth on 
Sam's Hobbithood! He was sucking and licking and...he seemed to like it. 
Sam seemed to be enjoying it too, by the way he gripped Merry's curly 
head and pushed it down so he took more of the gardener into his mouth. 
	Pippin backed away from the scene as silently as possible and 
practically ran back to the camp. Once he was there he tried to regain his 
composure as he tried to figure out what he had just witnessed, and why it 
gave him this odd mixture of feelings that was resulting in a painful 
tightness in his breeches.
	"Are you all right?"
	Pippin nearly jumped a foot in the air at the sound of the ranger's 
voice. "Aragorn," he squeaked.
	Aragorn tilted his head and regarded the Hobbit with concern. 
"Pippin? Is everything all right?"
	"Yes...well, no." Pippin swallowed hard. "Well, i...i heard some 
noises and went to investigate and i found Frodo and Sam and 
Merry...ah..." 
	Aragorn frowned slightly. "Yes?"
	"Well... they had no clothes on! And Frodo was bumping himself 
against Sam's bottom and Merry had Sam's Hobbithood in his mouth! And 
they were making these noises..."
	Aragorn's eyes widened in understanding. "I see. So that's what 
they've been up to."
	"What WERE they up to?" Pippin asked in frustration. "I don't 
understand any of it!"
	The ranger stared at the hobbit. "Pippin," he said cautiously, 
"Maybe this is something you should discuss with Merry..."
	"I don't want to ask Merry about it! I want to know what they were 
doing, and why they don't think me good enough to do it with them!" The 
young Hobbit was shaking and Aragorn was dismayed to see that Pippin 
was near tears.
	Aragorn laid a gentle hand on Pippin's shoulder. "Come, have a 
seat with me, and we will talk." He wasn't looking forward to explaining 
sex to the Hobbit, but as awkward as it might be, he didn't like the thought 
of Pippin being so upset either.
	The two sat down near the edge of the campsite. Aragorn struggled 
for a moment with how to begin. "Pippin...you know what sex is, don't 
you?"
	Pippin blinked and said indignantly, "Of course i do! It's what lads 
and lasses do together to make babies, everyone knows that!"
	Aragorn cleared his throat. "Right," he responded. "But, it's also 
what lads and lasses do for pleasure...and sometimes lads with other lads, 
and lasses with other lasses."
	Pippin's eyes got big. "So they were...having sex?"
	Aragorn let out a sigh of relief, thinking he was going to get off 
easy. "Yes, they were having sex. What they were doing is normal and 
healthy and nothing to worry about. Understand?"
	Pippin stared at Aragorn for a long moment before replying, "No."
	Aragorn suppressed a groan. "What don't you understand?"
	"Well...why was Merry putting Sam's Hobbithood in his mouth?"
	"Because it feels pleasurable for the person who is having it done 
to them, and usually the person giving it enjoys it as well," the Ranger 
explained patiently, reconciling himself to the fact that he was probably 
going to be up all night explaining sex to this young Hobbit.
	Pippin went on, "And what was Frodo doing to Sam's bottom?"
	"From what you described, he was having intercourse with him." 
He noted Pippin's confused look and went on. "Intercourse is when you 
put your pe...err, Hobbithood...inside someone else."
	Pippin wrinkled his brow. "Where would it go inside against his 
bottom..." His eyes widened in realization. "Oh! Wouldn't that hurt?" 
	"Well, it can, at first," Aragorn explained. "But once you are used 
to it it can be quite pleasurable."
	Pippin seemed to consider this for a long while before finally 
saying, "I don't get it."
	Aragorn closed his eyes briefly and said said slowly, "I am not 
certain how to make you understand."
	"Well then, show me!"
	Aragorn stared at Pippin. "What?"
	"Show me then! Then i'd understand it pefectly, wouldn't i?"
	Aragorn couldn't believe it. The hobbit didn't know what he was 
asking. "Ah, well..." he stammered.
	"Please!" The look of innocent desperation in Pippin's eyes broke 
the Man's last resolve.
	Aragorn sighed. "All right, i will explain it to you, 
and...demonstrate. But i am only doing this for your benefit, and it will not 
happen again. Understood?" 
	Pippin nodded eagerly, looking tremendously relieved. "Thank 
you, you don't know what this means to me!"
	The Man looked over towards the camp to see Legolas rising to 
take his watch. "Let us go somewhere more private."
	Pippin followed Aragorn to a secluded spot surrounded by tall 
grass and trees. He turned to the Ranger and looked at him expectantly.
	Aragorn considered how to proceed. He still could not believe he 
had been talked into this. "All right, where would you like to begin?"
	"Well, we should take our clothes off, shouldn't we?" Pippin asked. 
The young hobbit began to remove his overcoat and shirt without waiting 
for an answer.
	"Ah, yes," Aragorn agreed hesitantly. He began to unfasten his 
own clothing, watching the eager hobbit strip himself naked in record 
time. The Ranger couldn't help but notice that Pippin was already erect. 
Aragorn stepped out of his boots, then unfastened his breeches. as he 
removed them, he saw that Pippin was staring at him in fascination.
	"Oh," Pippin said as he moved closer. Aragorn noted with unease 
that the little hobbit was just the right height to be on level with his crotch, 
which he was now staring at with great interest. "Well, it's not very big, is 
it?" Pippin sounded disappointed.
	Aragorn choked. "What?"
	Pippin looked up at him. "Your thing," he said as he gestured to his 
crotch. "I always thought big people also had big..."
	"It's small because i'm not aroused, Pippin," Aragorn explained 
evenly. "It gets much bigger when i am."
	"Oooh, right," Pippin agreed. "Well, then, let's get you aroused!" 
He clapped his hands and rubbed them together as he said this. 
        Aragorn opened his mouth to reply, but they cut off into a surprised 
gasp as a pair of small hands closed around his shaft. "Ahh..." He 
managed.
        "Does it work the same for you as it does for us Hobbits?" Pippin 
asked as one hand began to stroke while the other played with the ranger's 
testicles. "I do this sometimes, well, a lot, to myself, and I caught Merry 
doing it once too, though when I saw what he was doing he yelled at me 
and covered up...oh good, it works!" He commented happily as the Man's 
shaft lengthened and thickened under his ministrations. "Oooh, you're 
right, it's huge!"
        Aragorn let out a deep, shuddering breath. He had to be a total 
pervert, standing here with a raging hard-on brought on by a naked and 
equally erect hobbit. "Pippin, stop," He managed as he gently pushed the 
Hobbit's hands away.
        Pippin frowned. "Did I do something wrong?"
        "No, no," Aragorn explained quickly. "It is just if you keep doing 
that, our lesson will end prematurely."
        "Oh, right! You'll make an awful mess if that big thing starts shooting 
off!" Pippin giggled. "All right then...oh! Show me what Merry was doing 
to Sam!" He looked at the Man expectantly.
        "Very well. Lay down." Aragorn watched as Pippin followed his 
instructions. The ranger lay down next to him and ran his hand briefly 
down Pippin's body, feeling the soft, smooth skin.
	Pippin squirmed, and for the first time since this had began, 
blushed. "I know i'm not much to look at," he murmured.
	Aragorn shook his head and said gently but firmly, "Don't say that. 
You're beautiful." And he meant it. Hobbit bodies were naturally a bit 
pudgy, but Pippin's frame was almost slim, delicate looking. His skin was 
flawless as a newborn's. Unable to resist, Aragorn delicately ran his 
fingers around one small light brown nipple, eliciting a gasp from his 
partner.
	"I think, Pippin, if you don't mind...i should first instruct you in 
some aspects of foreplay," Aragorn said huskily.
	The young Hobbit's breathing was slightly erratic as he nodded 
eagerly. "Yes, yes...well, i SHOULD get a thorough lesson, shouldn't i?"
	The Man stared intently into his partner's eyes for a long moment. 
"Indeed." He lowered his face to Pippin's and gently pressed their lips 
together. The touch was soft and tentative at first, until he felt Pippin lift 
his head slightly and tilt to make their lips fit more closely together. Lips 
parted, and the ranger's tongue lightly caressed Pippin's bottom lip. A 
moment later, he felt the tentative touch of the Hobbit's smaller tongue.
	They spent many long moments this way, lips pressing, tongues 
lightly dancing. Pippin became more confident and his hands rose to move 
through the ranger's hair. Aragorn's hand gently cradled the back of 
Pippin's head. Finally they parted, the Hobbit giving a last playful nip to 
the Man's lip before he pulled back. Pippin opened his mouth to speak but 
his words were cut off in his throat as he felt Aragorn's mouth gliding 
down his neck, sucking and nibbling.
	"Oooh," Pippin moaned softly. The ranger continued downward, 
lips closing over one nipple, then the other, laving them with his tongue 
until they stood into firm, aching points. He moved still lower, tracing a 
line with his tongue down to Pippin's navel. Aragorn gently delved into 
the small indent, eliciting a breathless giggle from the Hobbit beneath him.
	"That tickles!" Pippin gasped.
	Aragorn lifted his head and chuckled softly as he met the younger 
male's eyes. "Sorry." As he spoke his hands glided gently up Pippin's legs, 
resting high on the insides of his thighs. Pippin's legs parted of their own 
accord. His eyes met Aragorn's and the ranger saw the mixture of 
excitement and fear in the young Hobbit's gaze. 
	"Do you want to stop?" Aragorn asked gently, laying a kiss on 
Pippin's quivering belly.
	"No...no." was the trembling reply. "Please Aragorn, show me."
	The ranger lowered his head and parted his lips, blowing air gently 
over the head of Pippin's pulsing length. Gratified by the moan he received 
in response, he allowed his tongue to trace lightly along the shaft, reaching 
the swollen head. He felt the Hobbit's fingers suddenly grip his hair as the 
Man swirled his tongue delicately around the swollen purple knob.
	"Aragorn...please..." Pippin begged as he squirmed helplessly. 
	The Man gently held onto the Hobbit's hips as his hot mouth 
swallowed the quivering shaft completely. The ranger applied a gentle 
suction, bobbing his head slowly up and down. As Pippin's moans grew 
louder, Aragorn increased the suction, hollowing his cheeks as he moved 
his mouth more quickly over the Hobbit's slender throbbing member. His 
tongue paused to twirl around the head, tasting the tangy salt of precum.
	"I...i'm going to..." Pippin's hips jerked, his back arched and his 
body stiffened as he came in hard spurts into Aragorn's mouth. The ranger 
lightly stroked the young Hobbit's hip as he swallowed every drop.
	Pippin let out a shaky laugh as he struggled to catch his breath. 
"Wow." He smiled at Aragorn as the Man licked his shaft clean and 
planted a light kiss on his belly.
	"Indeed," murmured Aragorn. "I trust you are enjoying your 
lesson?"
	"Oh yes," Pippin sighed happily. He looked down at his partner 
with half-glazed eyes. "Teach me about intercourse now!"
	Aragorn slid up to lay face to face with Pippin. He stroked the 
Hobbit's soft curly hair as he spoke. "Do you want to know about 
intercourse with women as well, or are you only interested in males, 
Pippin?" He asked.
	Pippin bit his lip. "I can look at lasses and think they're pretty, 
but...they don't make me tingle like lads do." 
	Aragorn smiled comfortingly. "All right...well, when two lads have 
intercourse, one male puts himself inside of the other...here." The ranger's 
fingers lightly brushed Pippin's opening and the Hobbit gasped.
	"Doesn't that...hurt?" Pippin asked, trembling.
	"It can, without proper preparation," Aragorn explained. "It's very 
important to make sure your partner's body is ready to accept you first."
	"And how do you do that?" 
	Aragorn sat up and reached for his clothing. He produced a small 
vial of clear liquid and lay back down next to Pippin. "This," He said, 
holding up the vial, "Is lubrication. It makes things slippery so intercourse 
is easier for both partners."
	Pippin giggled, "Do you always carry some of that around?"
	Aragorn cleared his throat. "Well, when I know I'll be on a long 
journey I know I may feel the need to take company with other males, so it 
is good to be prepared.”
	Pippin smiled in a shy, sweet way that made the ranger’s heart 
melt. “Like now?”
	Aragorn smiled and nodded. “Like now.”
	Pippin smiled and gave Aragorn’s hand a gentle squeeze. “So 
show me.”
	Aragorn opened the vial and spread some of the slippery substance 
over one of his fingers. “Now, relax. I’ll try not to hurt you. If you want 
me to stop at any time, just let me know.”
	Pippin nodded. He watched the ranger lean over him and held his 
breath. He gasped as he felt the lubricated finger pressing against his 
opening with a gentle pressure. Suddenly he felt the tight ring of muscle 
being breached and reflexively tried to pull away.
	Aragorn’s other hand rested gently on his stomach, holding him 
still. “It’s all right,” he assured in a soothing voice. “Just relax…it makes 
it harder if you’re tense.” He felt the Hobbit’s body relax and then tried 
again. This time the finger slid halfway in. Pippin squirmed and made a 
small noise. “All right?”
	Pippin nodded and bit his lip. “It doesn’t hurt, really…just sort 
of…burns.”
	“It does at first…but once you get used to it…” The Man slowly 
began to move the finger in and out, withdrawing almost completely 
before pushing back in. Seeing Pippin breathing a bit harder and relaxing 
even more, Aragorn arched his finger to press into the Hobbit’s pleasure 
spot.
	Pippin cried out loudly, his eyes going wide with surprise. His 
body trembled and his cock began to spring back to life. 
“Ooooh…what…what was that?” He gasped.
	Aragorn smiled and kissed the Hobbit’s forehead. “That, little one, 
is why sex between males is so pleasurable.” He rubbed more firmly at the 
spot and was gratified to see Pippin’s eyes roll back and his body arch as 
his Hobbithood grew to full erection. The Hobbit muttered something 
Aragorn couldn’t quite hear.
	“Yes?” Aragorn whispered in his ear, his own breath coming more 
quickly.
	Pippin’s mouth opened several more times before he managed 
“More…please…”
	Aragorn withdrew his finger, eliciting a whimper of protest from 
his partner. He quickly lubricated a second finger and introduced both 
back into Pippin’s opening.
	“Oh…oh yes!” Pippin cried. His legs parted wide and his hips 
lifted as Aragorn began to pump the fingers inside him, slowly at first, 
then gradually building. Every other stroke the fingers would hit his 
pleasure spot and the Hobbit would arch his back, his buttocks lifting off 
of the ground. 
	Aragorn felt his own cock pulsing in response to the Hobbit’s 
arousal. Watching this small, innocent looking creature writhing in 
pleasure…pleasure HE had brought him…was nearly more than he could 
take. He tried to adjust himself so his cock made contact with Pippin’s 
own weeping member and closed his free hand around them both, stroking 
them together.
	Pippin came first, the tight muscles contracting around Aragorn’s 
fingers as his Hobbithood erupted in four quick, hard spurts. The splash of 
semen over his hand and onto their joined cocks made Aragorn come only 
seconds later, shooting all over his hand and Pippin’s belly.
	Aragorn slowly withdrew his fingers from Pippin’s body and 
rolled over onto his back. He reached for his clothes and found a cloth in 
one of the pockets, which he used to wipe up the mess on Pippin’s 
stomach.
	Pippin’s breath slowed and his eyes, still glassy from pleasure, 
focused on Aragorn. “That was lovely,” He managed, a slow, sweet smile 
forming on his lips.
	Aragorn leaned over and kissed the Hobbit’s lips. “YOU are 
lovely, Pippin.”
	The two kissed and touched for several minutes before Pippin 
pulled back to look into Aragorn’s eyes. “I’m sorry it wasn’t as good for 
you,” Pippin said in a voice tinged with regret.
	Aragorn smiled softly and tilted his head. “What makes you say 
that?”
	“Well, you didn’t get to have intercourse with me,” Pippin 
explained. He looked down and his lip trembled with guilt.
	Aragorn lifted the Hobbit’s chin so their eyes met again. “I’m too 
large for you, I would have hurt you, and that would have given me no 
pleasure. Knowing what I did for you pleased me greatly, Pippin.”
	Pippin looked at the Man a little shyly as he said, “I…would like to 
pleasure you now like you did me, if that’s all right?”
	“I don’t think you have enough energy for that tonight,” Aragorn 
chuckled softly. “You’ve come twice already.”
	Pippin huffed and sat up. “I do too, look!” Aragorn stared in 
amazement as the Hobbit took hold of himself and in a few quick strokes 
was erect again. Pippin looked bewildered as Aragorn started to laugh 
softly.
	“My my, Pippin,” the ranger smiled, “You certainly are full of 
surprises.”
 
The next night…
 
      Pippin pretended to be asleep as the other Hobbits snuck away 
from camp. After a few minutes Pippin rose and silently headed in the 
same direction they had gone. The familiar sounds of their activities began 
to fill his ears as he approached the outcropping of tall grass they had 
chosen near their new campsite. Instead of stopping a safe distance away 
this time however, Pippin boldly strolled right up to the three naked, 
writhing bodies.
      Frodo, who was on top of Sam, was the first to notice his arrival. 
“Pippin, ah…”
      Sam, who had been happily sucking on Merry’s Hobbithood, 
stopped what he was doing and looked up as well, a blush creeping into 
his cheeks. It took Merry a moment to register what was going on, but 
when he did he jumped to his feet, his slender rock hard arousal bobbing 
almost comically in front of him.
      “Pip, go back to bed,” Merry said sternly. “I know you don’t 
understand all this, but it’s all right, just go back to bed and I’ll explain it 
to you later.”
      Pippin put his hands on his hips and glared. “I know what it is! 
You’re having sex and you didn’t invite me!” He started to remove his 
clothing. “Well, I won’t have it! I want some too, and don’t you DARE 
say I’m too young!” He finished undressing and walked over to a still 
stunned Frodo. He knelt beside him and pulled Frodo’s face to his, 
meeting his lips in a searing kiss.
      The others watched in shock as Frodo and Pippin began to kiss 
each other passionately, Frodo moaning softly as Pippin’s tongue caressed 
his lips. Their hands explored each other’s bodies and Frodo let out a gasp 
when Pippin’s fingers found his nipples and tweaked them between his 
fingers. Frodo made a startled sound as the other Hobbit’s mouth suddenly 
slid down his chest, heading straight down for his Hobbithood.
      The other Hobbits couldn’t help but stare in amazement. Pippin 
now had Frodo’s erection in his mouth and was moving his lips and 
tongue along it with enthusiasm. As he moved faster Frodo began to thrust 
into his mouth with abandon, hands weaving themselves into the younger 
Hobbit’s curly hair. Within a few minutes Frodo shouted and Pippin was 
swallowing all that Frodo had to offer.
      Pippin released Frodo and sat back, pleased with himself. He had 
practiced the technique on Aragorn’s much bigger member, but it seemed 
to work quite well with other Hobbits…and they were certainly easier to 
get his mouth around!
      Sam and Merry were sitting next to each other and absently 
stroking each other as they watched. “Uh, Pip,” Merry stammered. “Forget 
what I said earlier.”
      Pippin smiled and crawled over to his cousin. “Merry, I want to be 
inside you, if you’ll let me?”
      Merry let out a shuddering breath and nodded, eyes wide with 
desire. “Oh yes.”
      “Grand then! Who’s got the lubricant?” He couldn’t wait. It had 
been so much fun doing it to the ranger, and this would be so much 
tighter.
      The three other Hobbits all dove for the lubricant at once.
       
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