I probably shouldn’t have taken my swim trunks off to soak in the river here. But it’s around dinner time and no one’s around, so I figure, what the hell? Besides these new swim trunks of mine really bind up my balls and who the hell needs that?I’m soaking in the river just downstream of where the waters of Yellowstone ’s boiling hot thermal features dump into the icy snow melt of the river. The combined temperatures are fuckin’ perfection and one of the few safe (and legal) places to soak in the park.
My swim trunks are in a heap on the bank of the river within easy reach. I figured if someone comes over the hill toward the river I could just shuck ‘em back on so as not to give anyone a seizure.
The water bubbles up around my hairy balls and my cock sways like a happy log in the current. The stiffness in my arms and shoulders from driving to the park floats away in the warm clear waters and I’m in fuckin’ paradise. I move my arms in circles, feeling my shoulder muscles rise and fall. I feel the warm water swirl around my belly and through the small hairs on my ass.
I reach under the water to my cock, pull the foreskin back and feel the warmth caress my glans. The water moves against the sensitive skin there and my cock, obviously likin’ it, starts to thicken and the veins pop out on the length of the shaft. My hand instinctively grips my cock from the base and squeezes, slowly riding up and down.
Nothin’ like jackin’ it under water.
My hand moves up and down and my breath begins to catch in my chest. The sensation of my cock hard and throbbing in these slick warm mineral waters is great and I feel like a nice long slow pull would do my body some good.
“How’s the water?”
Fuck. I drop my cock and turn and there on the riverbank is a park ranger. Fuck. I scramble for my swim trunks, but in the process, they fall into the river.
“Shit!” I shout and scramble for them. But the current is swift here and my trunks are out of reach before I even have a chance to run after them. I’m yelling obscenities into the Yellowstone sky, standing stomach deep naked in a wild river about a quarter mile from my car. And I got a park ranger laughin’ his ass off at my predicament.
“Now there’s something you don’t see every day,” the ranger says, still laughing. His voice is a nice baritone, manly and musical.
The ranger is in his mid-thirties, short and round at the waist. Dark straight hair cut short. Hot mustache sloping down to his jawline. He’s dressed in the Park Service green and grey with a flat-brimmed hat that’s tossed back on his head, very unregulation-like. His hands are on his hips and his arms are pretty fuckin’ furry and his stomach is round and promising above a pouch that is anything but flat.
Men in uniform really get me hard.
“Kind of at a disadvantage here,” I say. I’m trying to cup my balls and cock in my hands for propriety’s sake, but that never really worked for me, especially with this hot chubby park ranger in front of me.
“I can see that,” the ranger says, laughing again. He has white teeth and thin red lips which you can’t help but stare at when he laughs. His mustache makes his round moon face very manly and kissable. His shirt buttons pull at his shirt where his belly fills it out. This guy’s fuckin’ hot.
My cock is startin’ to really like this situation, though I could really be in deep shit here. I mean, the guy is a fuckin’ officer of the law and probably straight as an arrow. I’m trying to keep my bits all contained in my hands but it’s not working well and like a naughty eel my cock’s slippin’ out and my balls like bad puppies follow.
“Quite a dilemma we got here,” the ranger says.
Fuckin’ think?
The ranger looks back over his shoulder. The sun is moving below the mountains and the summer evening air is beginning to feel cool. “Come up out of the water,” the ranger says. He’s pullin’ a ticket book from a spot on his belt loop.
Fuck. I begin walking toward the bank and my big ol’ hairy bear body comes drippin’ out of the warm river water. The tip of my cock is peekin’ out between my index and middle fingers and throbbin’ against the palm of one hand. The ranger is watching me the whole time I’m comin’ up, flippin’ through his ticket book without lookin’ at it. He looks back over his shoulder again.
“Put your hands up,” he says. But he says it kind of soft and breathy and I can see his uniform pants are startin’ to seriously tent out in front. Maybe I’m not in as much trouble as I think. I take a few steps toward him.
“Yes, officer,” I say. And I put my hands into the air, convict-style. He smiles at what he sees. He looks over his shoulder again and puts his ticket book back on his belt.
“Come closer,” he says. I move up the bank toward him. His eyes are green as the sagebrush and I can’t stop starin’ at that fuckin’ handlebar mustache, wondering how nice it’d be to chew on the ends of it. When I am belly to belly with him, I feel my cock press against his uniform. His breath is Wrigley’s gum and his hands rest on his round hips. On his chest is the arrowhead patch of the Park Service and a name badge that says “Rohner.”
“You here to manage the wildlife, Ranger Rohner?” I say all low and growly. He keeps his eyes on mine, but his hand reaches forward and grabs my cock. I gasp at the feel of his firm hand on my hard cock. He moves it slow and steady, as if he’s lookin’ to keep it hard but not wantin’ the geyser to actually erupt.
“You bad bears are always keeping us boys in uniform busy,” he says, smiling. I shiver. Some because of the ranger’s hand on my cock, but some because the air’s gettin’ cool and I’m startin’ to get goose bumps.
I move in to kiss him. Can you fuckin’ blame me? Look at that face. Those fuckin’ arms covered in fur and that spectacular belly hangin’ over his leather belt.
You ever kissed a man with a handlebar mustache? I really dig it. And this guy’s a fuckin’ good kisser at that. His tongue moves into my mouth and I taste the spearmint and my mouth opens, yielding to him. My cock is pressed right up against his pouch and he moves his hips forward and grinds his cock into mine.
“Seems to me the bears have got control of the park,” I say, coming up for breath. He growls in response. I take his hat off his head and toss it on a sagebrush nearby. He grabs the back of my head and starts kissing me hard. My cock throbs against him. My arms go around his bulky body.
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He moves down my neck, kissing all the way. My hand rests on the back of his head.
“Great chest, bear,” he says. His mouth opens wide and his warm wet lips are eating my large soft hairy tit like it’s soft ice cream and shots of electricity shoot from my nipples to my cock. I’m leakin’ precum all over the grass and without taking his lips from my chest, reaches down and hefts my balls in one of his paws. He bounces them in his palm like he’s tryin’ to figure out how much they weigh, which is a lot ‘cause like I said, my balls are pretty big and full and hairy.
“Great balls, bear,” he says. He smiles up at me, before closing his eyes again and moving down my belly with his tongue. I growl, ‘cause it seems obvious to me that this is gonna be a really good vacation.
The ranger goes to his knees in front of me. His face nuzzles into my belly, licking the soft fur and pushing my cock around with his face. It is so hot watching this ranger pushing my cock and balls with his mustache and feeling his tongue licking every surface it came across. My hands are kneading his soft shoulders while his face pushes into my flesh. I’m so fuckin’ horny I’m gonna pop unless he gets to chowin’ down soon.
“Aw, sir,” I say all whispery, “You gotta suck my bear cock now.”
He licks up the underside of my cock with the flat of my tongue sending shivers up my body. He points his tongue and shoves the tip of it into the opening of my foreskin. The precum oozes out and he laps it into his mouth. My cock is rock hard and will take more than a clever tongue to shuck the foreskin back. I reach down to do it, but he smacks my hand away. He reaches up and softly, gently, too fuckin’ slowly pulls the skin back until my cockhead is exposed. Then his lips go around it like a lollypop.
“Aww,” I growl. My hand pushes against the back of his head and he slides right down onto my cock until my pubes are in his nose. A breeze whips up and licks cool at my nipples and this ranger is suckin’ deep on my cock and this has got to be heaven on earth.
“Come on, cocksucker,” I say. “This bear’s wantin’ you bad.” The ranger mmm’s into my cockflesh and I shudder at how good it feels.
“Goddamn it, suck me now!” I command. And the ranger complies. His head begins bobbing in a steady rhythm and I feel my balls churnin’ with the power of my pent-up cum and his slick hot wet steady mouth pumping up and down my cockshaft.
His hand grabs my ballsack by its base and begins gently tugging. This makes me crazy.
“Fuck yeah,” I say. “Oh fuck, yank on my nuts, man. Aw, feels so good.”
This seems to turn him on because he’s moving like a wet fuckin’ jackhammer up and down my throbbing, out of control cock and his one hand is pullin’ my nuts and the other’s buried in his uniform pants and he’s obviously jackin’ himself in rhythm to his cocksucking. His handlebar mustache rides my cock like a fuckin’ pony.
He pulls off my cock for a moment, which comes plopping out of his mouth like a river otter. His mouth opens wide and envelopes my balls in wet warm pleasure and I groan with the good of it. I feel his tongue slathering my balls up and my balls are rumbling with cum.
“That’s good, officer,” I whisper. “Lather them up.”
A hawk screeches into the evening night. The ranger moves back down my cock, sliding with full force like he’s the most expert cocksucker I’ve ever experienced. My cock is ready for it. My hands move to the back of his head. He’s pumpin’ in earnest now, my cock fully disappearing down his throat. His handlebar smacking against my pubes.
I feel the cum rising up from my balls. “Pull off,” I say, “I’m gonna cum.”
He doesn’t pull off. My balls are screaming, pulling up tight. “I’m gonna cum,” I say again, patting his shoulder. He hums ascent into my cock and keeps his wet mouth in motion.
And I fuckin’ erupt. Stream after stream of hot bear cum slams down his throat and I feel him swallowing and swallowing trying to keep up, but my hands stay on the back of his head and I’m thrusting now, face fucking the last of my cum deep into his big ranger throat.
When I’m done, I sigh and pull off. He looks a bit dazed, but he’s smiling. Cum is drooling out the side of his mouth. I lean over and lick it up, kissing him deep. The musky taste of my own cum makes me wild.
“You’re quite the obedient ranger,” I say.
“And you’re quite the naked bear,” he says.
Oh shit, I kinda forgot. The breeze licks my nips again and I shiver.
“You better come with me,” he says. “I’ll take you in my patrol car back to your hotel. Or, if you’d like…”
His voice trails off as his tongue laps at the tip of my cock again. His hand is at the buttons of his shirt and he’s pulling his shirt off. “Get in the river,” he says. “Let’s see what other mischief this bear can get himself into.”
I move down the bank toward the river. Turn to make sure he’s checkin’ out my ass (he is) and dive in. The water is warm and smooth against my skin. When I resurface, the ranger has his shirt off. Nice puffy mounds for tits nicely dusted with hair, nice round belly. He’s going for his belt buckle and kickin’ off his shoes.
Yellowstone has never looked sweeter.
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