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.

Ridin' the Rails

I’m riding Amtrak south and feelin’ the need for a drink. Knowing there’s whiskey in the lounge car, I head that way through my car and into the next one. The train wobbles on some old tracks, which makes me have to keep my hands on the overhead racks while I walk and since I’m wearing a muscle shirt to stay cool, my armpits are all bear fur splayed out for all to see as I pass. My arms aren’t muscle arms by any means, but they have some shape and, damn boys, I can wrap you up tight in ‘em when I need to.

Starlight winks in through the open windows as the train moves through the night. Occasionally a distant porch light or lit-up highway billboard passes in the distance. I keep wobbling down the aisle. Halfway through the third car, I see something that makes my knees weak. Laid out across two big train chairs is a chubby cub sleepin’.

He’s maybe late twenties, early thirties. Downy blonde hair kind of short, but not buzzed or anything. I could still grab a fistful while I shove my cock up his ass. His face is so round and white and he’s snorin’ these little cute snores through his open o-shaped mouth. Such fine red lips which contrast against his sexy powdery white skin. He has a little blue blanket that is covering most of his body while he sleeps but the shape of his big round belly is obvious. His arms are soft smooth masses of pudgy deliciousness and goddamn I’m gettin’ real hard standin’ here watching this boy sleep.

Across the aisle the chairs are empty, so I duck into them and sprawl out best I can. I’m a big guy, 6’4”, and so sprawling is not so easy as this cub has it. But folding my one leg up on the chairs allows me at least to have some access to my crotch, which as I lean back against the window, I begin rubbin’ just watchin’ this cubby snore.

My cock has been hard for a while, but now, lookin’ at this sexy boy and feelin’ the hard rub of my beefy paw on its throbbing length, my cock extends itself to its full size inside my pants. I want so bad to take it out and jack, but I don’t want to get arrested, so I try to keep in control.

Damn, this chub cub is fuckin’ hot.

The train makes a big wobble and the chub wakes up. His eyes fall on me and for a moment he looks confused. I don’t stop rubbin’. I just stare at him and slowly rub my cock. Hell, if he doesn’t like it he’ll say so and I’ll walk away, no harm done.

I’m hopin’ he likes it.

The cub looks me up and down, his eyes lingering on my hand rubbin’ my crotch. His hand goes up to his jowly face, wipin’ his lips with the back of his hand.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey,” I answer back.

He grabs a corner of his blanket and tosses it off. In his sleep his shirt has ridden up his belly and I can see the full bulk of his belly, marshmallow smooth and silky soft, with a deep wide belly button. He sees where my eyes go. He doesn’t pull the shirt down. Instead his pudgy hand goes right to his belly and slowly rubs it.

“Mmm,” the cubby sighs. “I’m kind of hungry.”

I push my palm hard into my crotch and feel my hard veiny cock push against it. “I’m hungry too, boy,” I say all low and growly. I want to be this boy’s daddy bear tonight so badly I can taste him already.

“I see that,” he says. His voice is kind of high and soft and it’s turnin’ me on something fierce and by this time I’ve forgotten all about whiskey and want nothin’ but the boy. “Maybe I can help you out with that, daddy bear.”

Chubby cub sits up in his chair and pulls his sausage fingers through his blonde hair. “I got an idea,” he says. “Follow me.”

He gets up from his chair and heads for the stairs. I stand up and follow, my cock tenting out the front of my jeans like crazy. We slowly make our way down the train stairs and the chubby cub opens the door to the handicap bathroom.

“It’s a tight fit,” he says, “but I think we can do it.” His hand goes to my chest and feels my hairy tits there beneath my shirt. He turns and goes in. I follow him in and lock the door behind us.

When the cub pulls his shirt up over his head, I feel for a moment like I can’t breathe. He is a soft, pink Michelin boy of chubby splendor. His tits are magnificent, ample and downy white with sweet pink nipples pouting at the end of them. I pull my shirt off me and my face dives down to take one of those pink sugartits into my mouth. The chub sucks in his breath when he feels my tongue lapping along those nipples and pulling his soft enormous breast into my mouth.

“Oh daddy!” he murmurs. His hands move across my hairy back and one hand pushes my head onto his creamy tit. His other hand works its way to my front where he begins pinching and twisting my hairy nipple.

I work my mouth and tongue across his flabby tit until I reach his arm. He gets the cue and lifts his saggy arm above his head. His armpit is bulgy and soft and there are little wisps of blonde fur in the crevice and my tongue can’t get enough of this beautiful chub.

“I want it, daddy,” the cub says. His hands are now at my belt and he’s working feverishly to pull it open. I help him out. As I start taking my jeans down, the cubby unbuttons his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers. His little curvy cock is full staff underneath the bulk of his belly, his tight wrinkly ballsack push between his fat thighs and his hips are wide mounds of creamy goodness. He kicks off his sandals and pants right as I’m getting mine off. When we’re done, we stand in the narrow bathroom, the train wobbling, just starin’ at each other.

He is a perfect little cream puff of pink and white. He is pinching his little titty unconsciously while he looks me up and down. He lingers at my hairy fuckin chest and my belly. He takes in my bearish arms and thighs. But his mouth falls open when he gets to my big bull balls and my hard throbbin’ cock which is pointed right at him.

“I was hoping to blow that beautiful cock of yours,” the cubby whispers. “But it looks like it needs to fuck, right now!”

I lean in and kiss the boy. His mouth is soft and bubble gum sweet and his tongue plays on mine as he growls his pleasure into my open mouth. He turns around with my arms still wrapped around his body and he puts his hands up against the walls of the bathroom.

“Do me, daddy,” he says softly but insistently, “Do me now.”

He shoves his ass into my crotch. It’s so wide and flabby and soft and fuck I could cum just lookin’ at it.

I lean down and grab some lube and a condom from my jeans pocket. He waves that fat ass in my face while I slide the condom on and slick it up. I use my slicked up fingers to press into the deep fold of the chub’s ass until I find his pucker. He’s groaning as my fingers grope his asshole, his wide fat butt cheeks soft against my hand.

“Aw, god,” he says, “I need fucked so bad.”

“Yeah, boy,” I growl. “And I’m just the fucker to do it.”

I pull out my hand and grab my cock, so hard and insistent in my hand. My cock is so fuckin’ relieved to find its hard fullness diggin’ its way between the ample ass cheeks of this creamy soft chub and when it reaches his pucker, it’s massive head pushes it apart like a bulldozer.

The chub cub gasps. “Oh,” he groans. “Yes!”

He breathes deeply and I wait as patient as I can. One of my hands is high on his shoulder for leverage. The other is wrapped around him holding onto one of his soft pink tits. While his ass relaxes, I lean in and give his neck fat wet kisses.

“Oh,” he groans again. “I want it so bad. So bad.”

I push my cock slowly in. He tightens once more and I slow fuck in and out, just the length he’s loose. It feels so good on my cock I think I could explode. I’m groaning my pleasure right into his ear. Soon, he is loose and my cock goes all the way into the depths of this chub’s ass. My balls slap right against his flabby ass.

“Goddamn, boy,” I say, “Goddamn.”

“Aw, daddy, yeah,” he groans.

I start fuckin’ in earnest now. Our clothes in a heap below us, my greased up cock diggin’ up this boy’s creamy white butt, breathing hard, my hairy belly pressed against the soft folds of his back. My hips are buckin’ back and forth like an animal’s in this guy’s ass while I continue giving soft wet kisses to his neck.

“Oh! Yeah!” the boy whines. His arm is jiggling jiggling while he jacks himself off as he gets fucked. “I’m gonna cum, daddy.”

I pound his ass hard. My hard cock rubbin’ his prostate and makin’ him all explosive.

“Then cum, boy,” I growl. “I’m right behind you.”

And I lean in and bite his neck. Not hard but enough he can feel my need.

“Aw!” he shouts and I feel his asshole twitch tight around my cock thrusting deep inside him as his cum splats against the wall with a loud sound.

I feel ready myself and I reach down with both hands on his hips and start deep plowing him hard and fast. It’s everything I can do with the wobble of the train and the tight confines of the bathroom, but I’m fucking him out of pure irrational heat and horniness and in a moment I feel my balls churning in the sack and it’s about to happen.

“Aw, fuck!” I holler. My cock shoots and shoots jets of hot ropey cum deep inside this boy’s butt and I give the boy’s hip a slap at the cum fuckin’ goodness of it.

“Damn! Fuck, boy!” I holler.

He rides it. He milks every bit of the cum out of my cock until I am spent and my cock slowly slides out his ass. I pull the condom off and toss it in the trash. We’re both breathing loud and hard as locomotives.

The cub turns back around, his back to the wall and he grabs my cock, milking the last few drops from it. He raises his cum-tipped paw to his lips and licks it.

“Mmm,” he sighs. “Manly.”

His soft blue eyes stare into mine. I kiss him again hard and deep.

“Nice ride, boy,” I say, coming up for breath.

“Oh yeah, daddy,” he says, pulling on my cock again. “Buy me a drink and we’ll do it again.”

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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.

Black Escalade 2: What JJ Didn't Know

Abbaad Johnson's bedroom is everything you would expect a wildly successful football player's bedroom to be: huge and masculine, with a massive bed front and center. Abbaad spreads his massive black arms wide as if to say, "Impressive, isn't it?" but he doesn't actually say it. I nod my head, showing my appreciation.

Of course the real test is not how good the bedroom looks, but how well it's used.

Abbaad slumps into a large antique leather overstuffed chair the color of old bomber jackets. JJ, his huge black muscle stud driver, who still must be slick between the ass cheeks from the fuckin' I just gave him, kneels down before Abbaad and begins removing his boss's shoes.

"Have a seat," Abbaad says in his tenor voice. "Mi casa..." His voice trails off because I have been removing my shirt slowly, staring right into his eyes. Abbaad sucks his lower lip into his mouth, his tongue licking, licking. When my shirt's off, I toss it onto a sofa in front of a huge picture window overlooking the lights of the city, just illuminating in the dusk.

I raise my hands and lock them behind my head, my feet spread wide. Abbaad stares at my armpits. His hand is rubbing his crotch, which has begun really tenting in his pants. JJ stands and begins to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" I ask. JJ stops and glowers at me.

"I want us to be alone-" Abbaad starts.

"No," I say. My hand goes to my crotch and I heft my package a time or two. Abbaad and JJ's eyes are glued there. "JJ stays. I have plans for him." JJ's face goes very hostile. He walks right up to me, his face only inches away. I don't flinch.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" he growls like a bulldog. "Mr. Johnson's in charge here. Not you."

I stare into his brown eyes like I'm the meanest motherfucker in town. The corner of my lip curls up in a sneer. There is fire in JJ's eyes like he really wants to hit me.

"No," I say, calmly. "Mr. Johnson is not in charge here. I am in charge here." There is a flicker in JJ's eyes which he is probably kicking himself right now for letting me see. It is a flicker of desire. A licker of lust.

"Now get undressed," I command.

"Listen, asshole-" he barks.

"Get undressed!" I roar back.

JJ screws up his mouth a little like he's gritting his teeth. He turns to Abbaad who is smiling the biggest, horniest smile a man can. He nods his head at JJ, all the while kneading his crotch with his huge, fat football player hands.

JJ turns back to me. He doesn't back off at all, but pulls his tight black t-shirt up over his head. His chest is so black Nubian beautiful blue and as massive as I've ever seen and instantly my hands are there. I am rubbing his pec muscles in slow circles, my fingers lingering over his nipples which are beginning to jut out like towers. He grunts so softly I'm not even sure Abbaad can hear it. He is staring into my eyes and I swear to Christ he has a look of wild power, almost like he's not sure whether to beat me or fuck me, but whatever he does it's going to be hard and relentless.

"You fuckin' watchin' this, Johnson?" I say. Abbaad has his cock out. Abbaad's cock is fucking massive. Very thick, hell, I'd probably have a hard time getting my mouth wide enough and I'm pretty good at opening my mouth for cock. It is long too and the color of eggplants with a hard dark pink head. He could use two hands if he wanted, but he's only using one. His left. Overhand. He's slowly stroking it, his eyes glued to JJ and me. His goose egg balls in their brown and grey ballsack are rising and falling with each stroke.

"I'm watching," he says in a dreamy voice.

I pinch one of JJ's nipples. He trembles slightly but doesn't buckle. Barely moves. I pinch it harder. His mouth opens slightly and he takes a quick intake of breath. I lean in and kiss him. His full soft lips open wide and his tongue invades my mouth and mine goes out to meet his. I feel his muscled arms surround my shoulders and pull me to him, crushing me against his rock hard chest.

Abbaad groans from the bomber leather chair. His cock rock hard in his hand.

When we've kissed ourselves dizzy, I pull off JJ. He is panting, out of breath with lust. So am I. I put both hands back on his chest and my tongue goes between his pecs. I lick the tight curls of black hair there, like a dog licking his balls. JJ's meaty hand goes behind my head, pressing me into it. He's being rough, but considering what I've done to him, I guess he's allowed.

I slide to my knees, my tongue all the while tracing a hot wet line from his pecs to his solar plexus, across his rippling hard abs to his hot outie belly button, to the treasure trail of black curly circled pubes leading to the top of his black jeans and his enormous package. On my knees in front of this massive man, I tremble a little myself, but quickly regain my composure.

My hands pull his jeans open fast, almost catching the zipper in my haste. I grab his pants and underwear and yank them to the floor. His cock, so long and hard and straight, comes out and smacks me across the face. I try to catch it with my open mouth, but fail. Emboldened, JJ grabs his cock and smacks me in the face with it. I hear Abbaad gasp, "Oh my God!"

I smile a thin, crooked evil grin. "Slap me again with your rod, big man," I say. JJ takes his anger out on my face. He beats me with his long, rubbery cock. His cock smacks my forehead, smacks my cheek, smacks my lip. I got to tell you, it does hurt a little, getting smacked around by a big hard cock, but I'm so fucking turned on right now, I don't want to stop him and it's not long before his cock is slathering precum on my face, covering it with sticky, salty man slime.

When JJ's got that out of his system, I grab him by the balls, wrapping my fist around his nutsack and pulling down on it. "Ungh," he grunts. One of his hands is on the back of my head; the other is twisting one of his nipples.

"You still watching, Johnson?" I say. Abbaad is watching, but he's lost in the pleasure of his full-throttle jacking off. His pants are on the floor and his shirt is wide open and his cock is thwack thwack thwacking in his fist. "Yes," Abbaad says breathlessly, "You're in charge."

I swallow hard once or twice. Yawn wide. Lick my lips. And dive down onto JJ's cock, swallowing it all the way to the hilt. His long engorged cock goes all the way down my throat. Hell, it feels like it's in my stomach and it takes everything I've got, every bit of experience, not to gag and pull off.

"Fuck!" JJ hollers, throwing his head back and grabbing my head with both hands.

"Oh my God!" Abbaad groans.

I suck JJ's cock with all the suction and power and desire I got and I can feel JJ's legs tremble and I'm pulling on his ballsack to increase the pleasure and the horniness of it. When I need oxygen, I pull back to the tip of his cock, mouthing it like a massive sucker, breathing as deep as I can, before lunging back down again.

"Aw, shit!" Abbaad groans. He's about to cum. He's thrashing about in the leather bomber overstuffed chair, sweat pouring off his broad football player's chest, his enormous arms wildly whacking his huge goddamn cock and as thick as it is, his cock is flipping back and forth, flinging precum all over the chair and his thighs and his rock-hard stomach.

The sight is fucking awesome. I could cum just watchin' him pleasure himself, I swear to Christ, it is so fucking hot. Instead, I slowly pull off JJ's cock, squeezing it firmly in my fist to keep him from jacking or cumming. We both watch Abbaad jacking off. JJ's licking his lips, his cock beating and beating in my fist. His eyes are glued to Abbaad.

"Shoot, sir," he says soft and low as an earthquake. "Shoot it... for me, sir."

And Abbaad's cock jerks and he shouts and cum shoots and shoots up, God it must be three feet into the air. He is shouting from the pure fuck feeling of it and JJ is mindlessly stroking my head and cooing as he watches Abbaad cum and cum and cum.

I stand up off my knees and put my arm around JJ, feeling the heat of his torso against my armpit and arm. When Abbaad is done hollering and there is cum streaming in thick lava flows down his throbbing cockshaft and the cum is pooling all over his lap, I go to my belt buckle and begin unbuckling.

"Now JJ," I say, "it's time to give Abbaad Johnson what it is he really wants." I drop my pants to the floor, kicking out of my shoes and pants and letting them lay where they fall. "Get him on the bed, JJ."

JJ moves in pure masculine form toward Abbaad. He is beautiful. Graceful, dark black muscle and his cock swaying whenever he moves. He helps Abbaad out of the chair and helps him out of the last of his clothes. Abbaad stumbles toward the bed with JJ guiding him.

"On your knees, Johnson," I bark.

Abbaad stops a moment and looks at me. His eyes are sparkling. "What are you going to do to me?" he whines, but he doesn't mean it. It's the game we're playing. The game where the hunter gets hunted and the tables are turned on the big famous pampered football player and suddenly he becomes the cockwhore  slut he's always longed to be. He may have never known it's what he really wanted, until this very moment.

"On your fucking knees!" I order. I walk over and shove him on his back. He falls onto the bed, not really because I have the power to move this mountain of a man, but because he's horny, so much hornier than he's ever been and he's willing to go wherever I order him. He climbs onto his hands and knees at the edge of the bed, his ass spread wide and dark and full of musky horny promise. His balls dangle between his thighs like a stallion's and my cock is so hard, throbbing before this beautiful man's hard muscled ass, I can barely control myself.

"JJ!" I command. "Johnson will finish what I started."

JJ's face drops, like he's shocked by the suggestion. "I- I-" he stammers. "Mr. Johnson is in charge. I- He is always the one-"

I walk up to him and grab his cock in my fist, squeezing it tight. JJ's eyes close and he groans out loud. "He's always wanted it," I whisper to him. "He's always wanted you."

JJ's eyes fly open; they are on fire. A light has gone off in his head, something Jj has never seen till this moment. Lust is arcing off his face as he turns and moves around to the head of the bed. He kneels on the bed in front of Abbaad, his hard, long cock just inches from Abbaad's face.

"Is it true, sir?" JJ says. "Did you always want me to... to be in charge?"

Abbaad looks up at JJ. "Yeah, dawg," he whispers. "I've wanted it for so long." He licks his lips, staring at JJ's cock throbbing in front of him. "For so long... sir!"

And Abbaad plunges his mouth down JJ's colossal cockshaft. JJ howls and puts his hand between Abbaad's shoulder blades. He begin bed. The sight's too much and I feel my balls rise and my cum shoots and shoots out my cock into the sheath high up Abbaad's tight hot chute.

"Whoa, shit!" I holler.

Abbaad is quaking, trying to contain the pure rush of its firm hip thrusts into Abbaad's gaping mouth. Abbaad does a heroic job, slurping and sucking on that raging hardon attacking his face.

By this time, I've rolled a condom down my beating cock and lubed it up all slick and ready. I place a hand on Abbaad's lower back. My cockhead nuzzles up between his ass cheeks, right up to his pucker.

"Now I'm gonna ride you, bitch," I say between my teeth. "Get ready to be my little cumwhore, Johnson." Abbaad groans as my cock slides into his asshole. He stops sucking JJ a moment to focus on the pain and the pleasure in his asshole.

"Goddamn," Abbaad says softly. "Goddamn." His huge muscular back spreads out before me, rippling and bowing as his ass adjusts to this invasion. I wait until I feel his assring soften, giving it little thrusts to encourage it to loosen up. His ass is so hot and muscular and I can't believe I'm here sticking my ol' bear cock into Offensive Guard Abbaad Johnson's tight manhole. After a moment, my cock pops deep into his ass, past the tight spot, and Abbaad groans and starts seriously sucking JJ off again.

And we start a rhythm, the tree of us on this enormous bed - JJ bucks his hips and round muscular ass, thrusting his long hard shaft deep down Abbaad's throat, I thrust my hips and balls against Abbaad's ass slap, slap, slapping my cock deeper with each thrust, and Abbaad rocks forward and backward to take as much man cock into each hole in his body as much and as deep as possible.

For ten or fifteen minutes, there is nothing in this room but the sound of flesh slapping flesh, the sound of mouths sucking and slurping and groaning and the sight of muscle rippling and pounding and tensing with the orgasmic power that is the power of men having hot, rutting, animal sex. And there is sweat and loud hearts beating and I think this is the best, the absolute best.

We fuck with wild abandon until suddenly JJ roars like a fucking tiger and cum is spurting out Abbaad's mouth. Abbaad is trying to swallow as fast and as much as he can, but there's no way and the cum is pooling down his chin and onto the. Swallowing and slurping and his asshole twitching and  clamping down on my cock. Abbaad is pure animal now, just licking and rubbing and pig grunting, trying to get as much of JJ as possible. JJ slowly pulls his cock out of Abbaad's mouth and smears the rest of his ropey cum on Abbaad's smiling face.

I have kind of collapsed onto Abbaad's wide, strong back, just taking in the hard huge musculature of the man. My cock is drained and slowly it softens, slipping out of his ass. After catching my breath, I stand up and slap Abbaad's hard round ass with a smack!

Abbaad laughs, collapsing onto the bed. JJ drops beside him and Abbaad curls up in Jj's arms. JJ leans down and covers Abbaad's face with tiny, wet kisses. His cock is still leaking pearls of thick cum. I watch these two men, my heart still pounding in my chest and my cock twitching in a semi-hard state. I pull the condom off my cock and three-point it into a wastebasket.

The sight of Abbaad and JJ, these two hard, muscled guys covering each other with tender kisses is so hot and so... fuck, I can't help but smile. I turn around and slowly gather my clothes.

"Hey, coach," Abbaad says to me. I turn and see them both looking at me, huge nasty grins on each of their faces.

"Yeah, boss?" I say.

"Nice play," Abbaad says. I smile. Jesus, these guys are hot.

I turn to leave, but I hear JJ's voice behind me, low like thunder and growling. "Did I say you could go?" I grin and turn back. The two of them are making room between them.

"Come back to bed," JJ says. "That's an order."

I drop my pants to the floor. Who am I to say no?