Obedient Boy

Kind of pisses you off a little, don’t it? Me slappin’ your face with my sweaty, cum-dried cock while you’re bound and ball-gagged so you can’t even enjoy the taste of it. You want me to take that gag out and force feed my meat down your throat, don’t you, cocksucker?

Too fuckin’ bad.

I walk over to the kitchen sink and rinse my hands off. My cock hard against the cool kitchen cabinetry. I hear you strugglin’ in the chair. Now why you want to do that?

“Shut the fuck up!” I bark without looking.

You are quiet again. Good boy.

After all, you’re the one who asked me over to your house, beggin’ me to give it to you, which you may recall, I did, then sitting provocatively at your kitchen table in your tighty-whities with your fat boner pushin’ against the cotton on your hip and you all strong and fit. And I’m just past middle-age, a graying overstuffed bear,daddy you could easily have stopped from getting out the rope and the ballgag and binding you up like a helpless bitch.

But you didn’t stop me, did you? So quit your struggling.

I dry my hands on your kitchen towel. Nice towels. In fact, very nice kitchen. What are you some kind of upper middle class pampered brat with your marble counters and your coffee press? I see you lookin’ all concerned at the kitchen towel crumpled in my hand. I rub the towel up my arm into my armpit and wipe the sweat there, slowly absorbing the stink from our little previous workout.

You groan. You like that, huh?

“Nice towels,” I say.

I bring the towel back behind me and half-turn so you can watch while I scrub my asscrack with your fancy Egyptian fuck 200 count whatever the hell towel. A little cry comes up from your throat, but at the same time I see your cock twitch in your briefs.

“Uh huh,” I grunt.

I bring the towel around to my crotch and begin rubbing my funky sweat and cum all over it, all the messy manly smells and soaks from when I fucked you before I tied you up, sittin’ so cocky at your kitchen table. When I’m done, your kitchen towel ain’t so pretty anymore.

“Uh oh,” I say.

You’re breathing kind of hard there, boy. Are you concerned for your expensive kitchen towel or are you so turned on you don’t give a fuck? Or are you going to keep this towel just the way it is. Treasure it. Maybe tuck it up under your pillow so, days later, when you’re horny and watching some Xtube daddy spank the fuck out of someone, you’ll sneak it out and put it to your nose and lips and breathe deep and tongue it while you jack off, squirming wildly on the bed.

I walk over to you and shove the funky, dirty towel against your face, rubbin’ it in harshly. You groan and this time I can tell it’s pure pleasure as you sniff deep and try hard to get your lips and tongue around that ballgag - your little whines and you struggling against the ropes – makes me almost feel sorry for you, boy.

“I’m going to untie your gag,” I say. “But you aren’t going to make a sound when I do or so help me Christ I’ll make you pay and not in a way you’ll like, fucker.”

Shovin’ the towel up into my armpit again, I walk behind your chair and untie your ballgag. You make a sound as your mouth stretches to get the gag out, but you are obedient. Your obedience makes my cock twitch. I toss the ballgag onto the table. Stuff the towel into your mouth. Your eyes close and you make those little sucking sounds as you try to drink every bit of my ass and crotch and armpit funk out of that towel.

“Good boy,” I say. “Nurse on that a while.”

I’m starin’ at your tight blonde crewcut. Your icy eyes. The muscle bulge of your shoulders. The ropes binding your arms behind the chair and your legs to the chair legs. The bulge of your big young balls and the push of your fat dick in your tighty-whities. Your little mouth workin’ hard on that funked-up towel. You’re a fuckin’ sight, for sure.

There’s nothing left to do but give it up to you, boy.

I grab the back of the chair and brace my foot on the chair leg, tilting you back. You make a sound of being shocked.

“Don’t worry, little girl,” I growl, “I won’t scuff your fuckin’ parquet floor.”

I tilt you back all the way till your back and head are on the floor. Your legs are still tied to the chair, so your feet stick out all soft and white and vulnerable. I walk around and stand between your feet, your eyes following me all the way. My hands on my hips, I stare at your beautiful willing body below me. My cock throbs out in front of me.

I step forward until my cock rides up the sole of your right foot. You groan long and low as I dry hump it. It feels real good, my boner ridin’ up and down against the soft pads of your foot and my hand goes to the arch of your foot to apply pressure. Your toes wriggle and press into my belly with every thrust of my hips; my balls squish their huge hairy sack against your heel.

“Ung,” I moan. “Damn.”

You start working your foot as best you can, turning it sideways so my cock presses against the bone on the side and it’s great pressure and my cock is full throttle now and could cum at any moment, so I’m being careful to give it just how much I want but not too much.

I feel the sweat trickling down my back and down into my buttcrack. I feel it in my chest hair and on my belly. I’m foot fuckin’ you while you squirm, moaning into the towel stuffed into your mouth. On your hip, at the tip of the bulge of your dick, the white cotton briefs have a large wet stain from the precum your monster cock is droolin’. My cock is doin’ some slobberin’ too… all over the sole of your foot. Each time I bring my hips back, the foreskin rides up and squeezes out another bead of manjuice. The sole of your foot is getting sloppy.

“Fuck this, boy,” I say, stepping away. “We need to get some business done.”

I walk back over and grab the towel from out your mouth and toss it onto the table. You lick your lips, trying to bring some moisture back to them. My dick bounces right above your head and I can see your eyes greedily devouring every inch of it. You want it so bad.

I turn around and kneel down on the floor, my back to the top of your head. Then I lean my ass back and sit directly on your face. You tilt your face back a bit to receive it. Your tongue is immediately in my butt crack, wriggling and lapping and trying to get deeper. My balls are resting on your forehead. I rock a little back and forth and I can feel your nose up my buttcrack, rubbing at my asshole pucker.

“Fuck!” I bark.

Feels incredible, getting licked and lapped by you, your tongue working to get every drop of sweat and man musk it can. You sound like a sloppy noisy dog lickin’ his balls. I press my ass into your face and hold it there. After a bit I feel you gasping for breath and I hold it a second or two longer before lifting up and letting you breathe.

“Fuck,” you whisper. There is deep pleasure in the way you say that and it makes my dick bounce.

I lean back again and you start over, licking and lapping at my pucker and goddamn it feels so hot and I grab my ballsack up by the root and start smacking your forehead with my balls while you lick. My cock is drippin’ precum down the top of your head. My balls smack smack smack on your forehead. I drop them on your eyelids and let them each find an eyesocket. You lap lap lap up my asscrack. Your face is going to smell like my ass for days.

I pull my ass off your face and you are breathin’ hard from your efforts. I get up off you and turn completely around, facing you. My cock is hovering over your face and I lean forward, my balls go onto your nose as I stuff my cock down your throat.

Aw, you are voracious, boy.

You have wanted this all night, haven’t you? You have begged me for it in every possible way. At first, literally. So I fucked you, hard and left my cum all over your hard muscled asscheeks. Then you begged to suck me with your body language, slouched in that kitchen chair with your legs spread wide, your muscled arm on the chair back, that fuckin’ smirk on your face. So I tied you up and smacked your gagged face with my hard cock. Then you begged me with your obedience.

That’s the best way of all, boy...

And this is your reward. My fat hard cock stuffed so deep down your throat you make loud gagging sounds when I grind it deep. Yeah, boy, fuckin’ take what you deserve. I smash my balls and my pubes and my cock deep into your face and laugh. You struggle to breath. I pull up in time. Then crush it back down. Your tongue works my cockshaft like the best fuckin’ boy in the world. I swivel my hips, grinding my cock deep inside you.

I lean forward and with my cock still in your mouth, I plant my face in your tighty-whities, my mouth sucking up that wet spot at the tip of your cock. I pull the cotton back with my teeth, grabbing a few pubes in the process and you gasp when they pull out, but you don’t stop your rhythm on my cock and in the meantime, I got your cock free of your shorts and that makes you buck with pleasure as my mouth goes around your cockhead and suck and lick while you lap up my dick deep into your throat. Your precum tastes slick and salty.

I take my mouth off your cock, lean back up and start seriously fucking your face.

Take it.

“Take it, bitch.”

I smash my cock down your throat and pull back and smash it again – smash smash smash smash smash– and your head smacks a little against the floor and I don’t care ‘cause you are suckin’ me like a man’s never sucked me before. And I’m going to give you every bit of my strength, every fuckin’ thrust left in me. Tears come out the corner s of your eyes just from the pounding and the gasping for breath and I don’t give a wild goddamn, boy, because you are a hole to serve me. You are the place I put my cum.

I growl, my arms in the air, my hips doggie-pounding your face, my cock lost between your eager lips. It’s coming now, boy.

“You want it?” I ask.

“Mmmff,” you grunt, suctioning even harder than before.

“Aw, fuck, cocksucker,” I groan, feeling it about to pop. “Fuck.”

And I pop a massive load of jizz again and again and again and my toes curl it feels so good and I grind my cock deep into you growling out loud and rattling the dishes and you’re swallowing hard and breathing deep and noisy and taking all my cum inside you like a fuckin’ man.

“Clean it up,” I growl.

You do. My cock throbs down to semi-hard while your tongue searches out under the foreskin and around the head, looking for every last drop of my cum.

Good boy.

My cock pulls out of your mouth with a pop. Fuck, I love that sound. “You want a reward for being so good?” I say.

You look a little puzzled. “Yes, sir?” you say, curiously.

I stand up, shaking out my semi-hard cock. Tuggin’ out my balls. Walk over beside you, standing over your torso. My cock points at your chest and I let loose a stream of piss and what’s left of my cum.

“Aw, fuck, daddy, yeah!” you holler, squirming in your restraints.

My piss splatters warm and wet all over your chest, running off your body and pooling on your nice floor. My hands on my hips. I’m laughing, swiveling some so my piss soaks into your underwear and spatters all over your hard cock. You are covered head to toe in my spunk, my funk and my piss.

“Open up,” I say.

Your mouth is like an eager hungry baby bird.

I give you your reward, my good, obedient boy.

What You Gonna Do?

Those two cops are talkin’ about me. Sittin’ there on that rest area bench in their dark green uniforms. One’s staring right at me with this mean sonofabitch look and his partner’s whisperin’ in his ear and shooting me dirty looks every now and then.

What they going to do? Arrest me for subtlety.

I mean, sure, I’ve been sitting here ogling them for the last ten minutes, occasionally adjusting the bulge in my crotch, but hey, who’s to say I’m not just scratchin’? Besides I ain’t breakin’ no law.

The mean cop is the most barrelly-chested bastard I ever saw, with huge pec muscles pushing out his green highway patrol shirt and his waist tapering down to nearly nothing. He’s got these forearms that look like black fur-covered ham hocks and his legs are spread wide on the bench. He looks like he’s really packin’ and I’m not referring to the gun at his hip, either.

The other cop is thinner, more compact, though he has some muscle on him. Smooth and blond. He looks a bit older, like in his late 40s and he has a slight paunch that pushes against his waistline. He obviously is the brains while the other guy’s the brawn. The older, brainy cop whispers into the brawny cop’s ear.

Man, my cock is so hard in my jeans. It’s making a clear obtrusive bulge in my pants and I’m surprised they haven’t arrested me for indecent exposure. I move it a little so it’s not so tight. It feels so good being touched, I can feel the precum beading just under the foreskin.

I’m imagining them bending over and me taking my turns on their tight bubble butts while I smoke a stogie and slap their butts. Cop pay-back. Makes me grin.

The mean cop stands straight up. He’s not that tall, but the bulk of his chest and the slight of his waist make him look massive. He touches his holster and looks away. Then he starts walkin’ this way. His partner talks into the walkie-talkie thing clipped to his shirt and, shit, looks like I’ve done it this time.

“Sir, we need you to come with us,” the mean cop growls through clenched teeth.

Fuck me.

I stand up, thinking at any moment the cuffs are coming out and my Miranda rights are getting read to me – all for lusting after men in uniform.

The other cop walks up to his partner. “Half an hour,” he says to his partner.

“That’s enough,” the mean cop says. His hand rests on his holster. He grabs me by my shirt collar and pulls me to my feet and my heart is pounding a mile a minute as I’m hustled down the rest area sidewalk.

“What have I done, officer?” I ask in the most inoffensive tones I can muster.

“Shut the fuck up,” the mean officer growls, poking me in the kidneys.

The blond cop laughs and adds, “Oh, I think we all know what you’ve done, faggot.”

Shit.

They hustle me into the rest area men’s room. The restroom is empty – cream painted cinder block walls and dark green tile - and while the big cop is shovin’ me up against a concrete wall, the other cop is putting out a yellow sign that says “Out of Service.” He locks the door and I’m alone with these brutes.

“You think you can eye us, faggot, and get off scot-free?” the barrel-chested cop growls low in my ear. I can feel the huge muscle of his arm pushing against my back and his breath on my neck and I can smell his brutish cologne. It kind of hurts and the cinderblock against my face is rough and cold.

I struggle a little thinking I could really get fucked up here if I’m not careful. And who they going to believe? Me or two highway patrolmen?

“I haven’t done anything,” I grunt, struggling.

The cop just pushes against my back harder. “I haven’t done anything,” he says in a mocking over-femmy voice.

This pisses me off and I struggle harder.

“This is what you done,” he barks, and I feel his full body slam against my back, pinning me to the wall. His hips crush into my ass, the huge bulge in his cop pants push at my ass cheeks through my jeans. He grinds his big hard junk into my ass and, although I try to fight a bit at first, the feeling of his hard manly cock against my ass feels so good and I find myself leaning my hips back into his.

The mean cop laughs low and growly. “Yeah, thought you’d like that, cocksucker,” he says.

The other cop slides up against the wall next to me, his back to the wall, His face is in my face. “You’re one bad little cocksucker, ain’t ya?” he whispers. “I see you’re an eager little whore for my partner’s cock, aren’t you, faggot?”

“Fuck you,” I say through gritted teeth. “This cinderblock hurts, assholes.”

The mean cop chuckles, his breath hot against my neck. He grinds his hips into my butt and in spite of myself I groan a little. “Fight all you want, cocksucker,” he growls. “It just makes me harder.”

He steps back, though, easing off a little so my face isn’t crushed against the wall.

“I’ll cooperate, officers,” I say. “I am not resisting arrest.” My cock is getting hard.

The mean cop reaches his hand down the back of my pants and I feel his fat, spit-soaked finger invade my asshole with a slow strong insistency that makes me moan like his bitch and push back onto it.

The other cop laughs. “Fuckin’ fag, all right,” he says. He pulls his green cop shirt up over his head. For a second, his tight muscled armpit is just inches from my face with his soft downy blond hair fanning out. He smells sweaty, but clean. Instinctively, my tongue reaches out, but he pulls away, laughing an evil laugh.

“Yeah,” the big cop growls, shoving his finger deeper in my hole. “We figured you’d try take charge, fucker.”

“But we’re in charge here, cocksucker,” the blond cop says, fingering a brown nipple of his.

Fuck. My mouth is watering, my boner’s throbbing against the cinder block wall. The big cop is grinding his fucking ample finger up into my butt and the other guy is tormenting me with his beautiful armpit and what’s a bear to do?

“Yes sir, officers,” I groan, “You’re in charge. “

The mean cop pulls his finger out of my ass suddenly and my breath leaves my body with the aching desire of it and the older cop laughs, his hand playing with the hair on his armpit. The mean cop turns me violently around and slams my back against the cinder blocks. He grins devilishly as he shows me the finger he’s had up my butt for the last few moments.

“Clean it up,” he says. Then he grabs the back of my head and forces the finger deep into my throat. His finger is thick and meaty and he’s not being gentle and it’s everything I can do not to gag, but I’m also turned on and trying to be obedient and I lick it and I see he’s half-closing his eyes with a soft mmm.

“Damn, this cocksucker knows what he’s doing,” he murmurs to the other cop.

“Let me see,” he replies. The finger is pulled out of my mouth and he forces my head into the older cop’s armpit and for a moment, my face is smashed hard into the muscle and sweat and hair there, but after a bit, he backs off and I can lap up the delicious manly armpit like a good puppy. The cop is groaning and I’m hearing the sounds of buckles unbuckling and zippers unzipping and clothing falling to the floor.

“I’m not resisting,” I say when I come up for air.

This makes the blond cop smile and the mean cop chuckle.

“It wouldn’t do you no good anyway,” the mean cop says. I turn and realize he’s standing there entirely nude. He is massive. His chest is a huge barrel of muscle and black hair and his waist is trim and tight. His thighs overwhelm me with their massive ripple of muscle and thick bulk. His cock is also fat and ample and hard and throbbing straight out from his body. The reservoir tip of the condom he’s wearing is already heavy with salty precum. He is dribbling lube on his dick.

“Not that you deserve lube,” he says to me. His forearms are thick slabs of muscle and black fur.

“I call south end,” he says to his partner.

“As always,” the older blond cop says. I turn and see he’s also stark naked. He’s compact and very smooth. Maybe he shaves. He has a thin treasure trail down to a big blond bush out of which throbs a very nice curvy cut cock. His balls dangle low behind them. “I guess that leaves me what you do best, cocksucker,” he says.

The mean cop grabs my pants by the belt and jerks them off my body. Once again his fingers begin roughly invading my crack all slick with lube. The other cop is pulling my shirt off and before he throws it to the floor, he puts it to his face and deeply inhales.

The blond cop leans up against the cinder block wall and thrusts his hips out at me. I kneel down before him, my hands moving up over his little paunchy belly and to his tits which I pinch with little mercy.

“Aw fuck!” he cries and the other cop laughs. I can hear his cock thwap thwapping as he watches me kneeling before his partner.

“Suck him!” the mean cop orders me.

My lips suck up the underside of the cop’s ample curvy cock and he groans. I’m rubbin’ my fingertips harshly across his nipples as I slide my mouth all the way down his cockshaft, slicking it up with my spit as I go.

“Goddamn!” the mean cop shouts. “Goddamn, look at that hungry faggot.”

I’m damned if I ain’t going to give these cops the ride of their lives and my dick is so fuckin’ hard it could shatter at any moment, but I’m not even thinking of touching myself in front of these guys.

As I suck on the blond cop’s cock, I hear the big cop getting down on his knees behind me. His fingers roam into my crack again and his finger pops inside my pucker and I gasp with the fuckin’ good feeling of it then resume sucking his partner’s cock.

Next thing I know I’m feeling the big fat uncut cockhead at my back door. Shit, this guy’s thick. He’s going to rip me apart.

“He’s going to rip you in two,” the blond cop murmurs, reading my mind. He reaches down to his pants on the floor, pulling the handcuffs off his belt. He grabs me by the hair and pulls me off his cock.

“Give me your wrists, cocksucker,” the guy growls.

“No,” I say. Half because it’s kind of a turn-on to resist, but half because I’m kind of afraid of getting handcuffed.

The mean cop doesn’t hesitate. He pushes that fat fuckin’ cock into my butt with a speed and an insistence that makes me see stars. The pain is excruciating. I holler and then grit my teeth and growl. I’m lost in the pain.

“Don’t you black out, fucker,” the mean cop says, smacking the back of my head.

The blond cop smacks his cock against my face a few times and some precum lobs off onto my cheek and lips and the taste wakes me up.

And I’m pissed off. And I’m horny as fuck. And I’m going to take this like a fuckin’ man and show them what I’m made of. I grit my teeth and try to focus on letting the muscles relax back there and accepting this monster cop’s cock in my butt.

“That’ll teach you not to say no to us,” the blond cop hisses. “Now give me your wrists.”

I put my hands behind my back and the cop bends over and slaps the cuffs on. I’m breathing hard, trying to get control of my body. The blond cop stands back upright and, for a moment, his hand is tender on the underside of my chin.

“You okay, partner?” he says gently to me. I look up into his eyes. These guys aren’t going to really hurt me. They are just fulfilling my fantasy for me. They know me better than I do.

“Didn’t hear you, sir,” I say.

The blond cop leans closer in, “I said, you okay?”

I spit in his face. After a moment of shock, he removes his hand from my chin and wipes the spit off his face. He smiles a little. I’m fulfilling one of his fantasies, too, after all.

“Fuckin’ pig,” I say.

I hear the mean cop with his cock in my butt groan. The blond cop doesn’t hesitate, but brutally shoves his cock deep into my throat. I can barely breathe and tears are coming to my eyes as the blond cop fucks my face eagerly while the mean cop slowly pulls his cock out of my butt to the tip before slamming it down to the pubes again.

Each time the mean cop thrusts my cuffed hands contact his bush and muscled lower abdomen and that just turns me on more.

I have never felt such pain. I have never been so horny. I want these men so bad I would do fuckin’ anything for them. The brutality only increases the desire.

“Aw fuck, yeah,” the mean guy shouts. He puts his beefy hand on my shoulder and shoves my body down onto his cock. I’m sucking the blond guy’s cock for all it’s worth and the sweat is rolling off my forehead down my neck and through the hair on my chest. The mean cop is fucking my butt in earnest, my back arched and eager for each thrust; the blond cop is fucking my face with an intensity that shows me he’s about to bust a nut.

“Gawd, aww!” he yells as he pops his jizz deep down my throat. And it’s a fuckin’ huge load, thick and musty tasting. As jet after jet of ropey cum slops into my mouth and throat, he continues thrusting his cock deep in me, shoving his sperm all the way down.

“Eat it, fuckin’ faggot!” the cop yells. “Eat my spunk!”

And I’m licking up every drop while the mean cop groans loud and pounds my ass with a new ferocity. Bambambam, my ass is going to hurt for a week.

“Yeah, fuck that cocksucker, partner!” the blond cop says.

And at that moment, I feel the cop’s cock twitch in me and I feel his chest cave and he bellows “Fuuuuuck!” as he cums wave after wave of orgasm deep inside my butt. His arm surrounds my chest and pulls me even tighter against him, my arms crushed between my back and his muscled barrel chest. He is still groaning and thrusting, milking that cock for every last drop.

The blond cop circles around me and looms over the mean cop.. The mean cop pulls out of me and his condom slaps to the floor full and wet with lube and spunk. He looks up at the blond cop who grabs his softening cummy cock and slaps his partner in the face. The mean cop puts up his arms and shows his muscles and growls a big tiger roar.

I’m so sore from that ass-pounding. I manage to half turn, half sit on the floor with my arms and back to the wall. My burning ass resting on the cool floor.

The blond cop kneels in front of his partner and the two cops are in each other’s arms and making out like a couple of lesbians. They hands pulling the other guy’s face into theirs, their lips and tongues locked in deep rut, their cocks still mostly hard and throbbing against each other between their strong aggressive bodies.

It’s truly impressive. A massive fantasy come true.

Or half of one…

I laugh my most evil laugh possible.

“Okay, fuckin’ faggots,” I growl. “Which one of you cocksuckers are going to uncuff me and take his punishment for false arrest?”

They turn and look at me. A devilish grin on both their faces.

Ranger to the Rescue

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.

Cookie Boy

All’s I want is a beer and a nice round ass to pound on.

102 degrees in the fucking shade and not an interesting man in sight - at least, no one lookin’ my way. The Summer Festival in town is just getting started, but my dick is already straining at the zipper of my jeans and I’m ‘bout as horny as a man my age should be. Where the fuck is the concession booth?

Behind the table at the Make ‘Em Large Bakery booth, I eye the cookies and scratch my hairy belly. The boy behind the counter is in his twenties, maybe. Baseball cap with the bill curled in and the bluest fuckin’ eyes God ever made. Blond, close-cropped hair and nice smooth veiny arms with skin like milk. He smiles a wicked toothy smile.

“There’s my man,” he says. His voice is low and heavy, like I imagine his cock to be. “You gotta try the Chocolate Chip Honey Oatmeal special,” he says. His blue Paul Newman’s staring right into mine. “It’ll make a man out of ya.”

I finger my nipple and act like I’m thinkin’. His eyes go there and he licks his lower lip.

“But then,” he adds in a husky whisper, “you seem man enough to me.”

Straight to the point. Like I like ‘em.

“Joe,” cookie boy shouts to his coworker, “I’ll be back in a few.”

As the boy heads around the back of the booth, he unties the apron from around his slim waist and tosses it into a corner. The coworker looks at me a moment, then laughs to himself. Like he knows. Like he’s seen this before.

Cookie Boy doesn’t say anything, just heads for the porta-potties. I follow him. It’s hot and he’s hot and what the fuck. My cock is an incessant pounding in my pants and Cookie Boy is just what I’m lookin’ for.

We both duck into the porta-potty. He closes the lid and sits down on it. Being the start of the festival it doesn’t smell at all, just a little flowery. The boy pulls his shirt off over his head and balls it up. He looks at me with that wicked smile.

“Show me what I want, big man,” he says. But he doesn’t wait for me to begin unbuckling my belt. He’s right on it. He’s eager like he hasn’t seen a cock in years. His blue eyes study my zipper as it comes down. He smiles when he sees my big hairy bush and the stock of my hard veiny cock beneath it.

“Oh, yeah,” he says. “This is what I’m talking about.”

He pulls my cock out and as it’s released from my jeans, it flops up and smacks him in the lips. He smiles and digs down for my balls.

I have to stop for a moment to tell you: my balls are huge. I’m not bragging or nothing. I didn’t make ‘em myself; they came with the rest of me. But my balls are hairy and big and my nutsack is wrinkly and there’s skin for days and men tend to really love ‘em. Which is great ‘cause there’s nothing like a man payin’ attention to my nuts.

So Cookie Boy sighs. “Jesus,” he says. No actually, he growls. He flips me his grin. Then slowly his tongue comes out, all the while staring at me, and begins slowly licking my big bull balls.

“Oh Christ,” I say. My cock is standing at full attention, hard as a stone. There are beads of sweat gathering on my forehead as his tongue licks my hairy balls like a dog. I place my hand on the top of his head, not to guide it but just for the turn-on of this man’s lickin my nuts.

“Lick those fuckers,” I say.

“You like that, big man,” he asks. His hands begin roving over my belly and my chest. His fingertips gliding along my chest and gently pulling on the hairs there. His right hand works my nipple. His tongue moves to my cock.

The warm wet sensation on the head of my cock makes me mad with horniness. “You gotta suck it, dude,” I say. “You gotta get me off.”

Cookie Boy runs his tongue up the length of my cock, tonguing the precum at the tip before looking up at me and saying, “Whatever you want, sir.”

Then he dives down my cock. No warmup. No waiting. Hot wet mouth all the way to the root. His nose in my pubes. It takes my fucking breath away. I feel his hot mouth slurping and pumping my cock into his throat. My hand moves to the back of his head.

“Ung, yeah,” I say, losing all verbal ability.

The guy moans on my cock and I feel the vibration move into my hard veiny flesh. He moves slowly but steadily up and down my shaft and I feel the desire welling up deep in me.

“Stop,” I say. “I’m gonna cum.”

But he doesn’t stop. He just moans again and the vibration of the moan runs through my cock.

“No,” I say, pulling him off. His eyes go all puppy dog.

“But I want it, sir,” he says. He pouts and I have the serious need to kiss him. My lips part his and my tongue goes into his throat. He moans. He tastes a bit musty from sucking my dick and this just serves to turn me on more.

I pull off him. “No,” I say. “I don’t wanna cum in your mouth.”

He needs no more encouragement. Cookie Boy is on his feet, pulling down his pants. His cock is thick and bent a bit to the right, but it’s hard as a pole and it slaps against mine.

“Nice cock, boy,” I say.

He turns his back to me and spreads his legs, his jeans just below his knees. And oh dear christ, what a fucking beautiful ass like I’ve never seen before. Round and smooth and don’t you just want to spank it? But my dick must be heard.

I pull from my pocket a little packet of lube and a condom and it doesn’t take much before the head of my cock is nuzzling up to his bright little pucker. His hands are against the wall of the porta-potty and it looks like I’m arresting and frisking him rather than fucking him. But his ass is ready and he slightly wiggles it at me.

“Please, sir,” he says. His voice is low and growly. “Please, sir, now.”

I slowly press in. My cock, I should say, is not huge, really. But it’s not small, either. And when that fucker’s hard, it’ll do the fucking job. When I push through the guy’s ring, he gasped. Breathing hard. I can tell he’s feeling it. But suddenly, I’m in and he’s so hot and smooth and fucking amazing in there that I can’t hold much back and I start slowly banging him.

“Ah God,” he says. “Fuck me, big man. Fuck me so hard.”

I know I’m starting to fuck him hard when my balls begin slapping the bottom of his ass cheeks. The slap slap slap sound gets me so hot and I run my hand up his spine and feel the jizz rising.

“I’m gonna cum,” I say.

“Oh yeah, daddy.”

“I’m gonna cum inside you, boy.”

“Yeah, daddy, plow me good.”

I feel the cum ready to explode.

“Here you go, boy.”

And the cum rolls up and bursts out my cock and into the sheath and I feel his ass twitching and twitching and I know he’s cumming with me onto the walls of the porta-potty.

“Arrgh,” I say. My arm goes around his belly and I feel his cock and cum and hold him tight to my belly as my balls unload their heavy cum.

“Oh, big man, yeah,” Cookie Boy says. “Yeah.”

I hold him for a while, feeling his breath rising and falling against my hand. My cock slowly slips out of his ass.

He turns around and kisses me deep. His cum rubs into my fur as we kiss.

“That was very nice,” I say, coming up for air.

Cookie Boy smiles at me. “And now,” he says, “how about that cookie?”

I kiss him. Tasting the salt and sweat of the day. “A beer would be better.”

“Yes, sir,” he says with his wicked grin. “One beer and one cookie comin’ right up.”