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The Forest Ranger, Part 2
We had finished dinner, the Ranger man and I, my appetite for the steak not nearly as hearty as my lust for his body, and his substantial cock nestled in his furry crotch, hidden by his official uniform pants. It had been a hot day, and he was pretty sweaty. So, when I offered him the tank top to wear while I cooked dinner, he didn't refuse.
I'd almost cum right there, when he pulled off his uniform shirt, and the badge and his name plate, and stood there, in my campsite, bare chested, sweaty and hot. Thick fur covered his well-muscled chest and filled his deep arm pits, and ran down in a nice trail across his strong, firm belly and down to his belt. Thick belly fur promised an even thicker pelt of fur surrounding his cock and nesting his full, heavy balls, and covering his firm, muscular butt cheeks. But, in a minute, his thick, tempting nipples and the fur of his chest and the rippled muscles of his belly were covered by the tank. I knew what was underneath the cloth, and I was getting a bit warm just thinking about this muscled, hairy body just a few feet away from my hardening cock and my hungry tongue.
I wanted him so badly. And he was everything I had been wanting in a man, for a very long time. There had been so many lonely nights, when I had dreamed of such a lover, so many nights that what I had wanted I'd tried to find with my right hand, as I'd quickly brought myself to a lonely climax, and realizing I never had what I had really wanted, even after I'd spurted my seed hard and achingly long, into my fist and across my belly. And, every time, after I'd caught my breath and the jolts of lust had cleared from my brain, I was left with a limp, wet cock, and a bed without a lover. And every time, I'd gone to sleep hornier than when I'd first started pulling on my balls and feeling the hardness of my cock with my lubed up hand. This time would be different, I'd thought. But, it wasn't. I just got lonelier.
I hadn't had a lover for a very long time, and my two week camping trip in the far reaches of the park wasn't promising in the lust department, anyway. But, I had needed to get away and enjoy the late spring and have some solitude. Now, the ranger had walked into my camp, checking on my camping permit, and brought with him my new hard-on and aching balls. He looked good enough to eat tonight, and I wasn't going to let my dessert get away. Not if my cock had anything to do with it. And, it has plenty to do with it tonight. I was already hard and oozing a fair amount of juice, soaking my shorts, and letting my cockhead slide slickly across the zipper of my tented shorts. Too hard to hide from him, I just hoped he was as interested in me as I was in him.
And, when I made my move on him, after we had finished the steak and washed it down with a couple of beers, I'd seen him take a couple of good looks at my crotch and the pushed out damp cloth of my shorts. I'd seen him eyeing my bare chest while I was cooking the steaks over the fire, and it seemed like his crotch was a bit bigger. At least, that was what my thinking was, as I daydreamed of him stripped naked below me, by the fire, and my mouth was finding the tip of his cock to taste.
He moved closer to me, and put his strong, suntanned hand on my shoulder. The heat from his hand felt hot, his fingers grasping me, rough and calloused against my skin, as he tested my strength, running his fingers against my skin, and around to my chest. His rough fingers tugged firmly against the curls across my chest, flattening them out for a bit until the curls bounced back. I gasped, not out of pain, but more of a cry of pleasure and lust. My nerves jolted, at the sudden pleasure of this intimate touch, of skin against skin. It was the first time we'd touched, and there was a spark in his fingers, as he caressed the hair across my chest, and moved to my hard, hungry nipple. The current moved fast to my balls and my now very hard cock. I'd forgotten to breathe for a bit, stunned by his approach and his touch, and the way he moved across my chest and held my erect nipple between his thumb and finger. I gasped, sucking in air to the bottom of my lungs, and cried out, with a mixture of surprise and lust and relief.
"Easy there, partner," he whispered. "We're just getting started here, and I don't want you passing out on me. We're gonna go slow now, real slow. So, take a breath and live a little."
I nodded, blushing a bit, feeling my cheeks hot now, a bit embarrassed. It's not like I'd never had a man run his hand across my chest, or take a good feel of my nipple. I'd been around, quite a bit I'd say, as much as any man my age. But, this was different. This guy was not some guy I'd have picked up in a bar, after too many drinks and when the last call was made, and I'd wanted to pick a guy up so I wouldn't end up going home alone, for yet another pump in the hay with my right hand, and wake up alone and hung over, once again.
No, this guy was different. He was no easy pick up in a bar after too many hours of drinking cheap booze marked up and watered down, in a room full of people having to go out to a bar to find someone to screw on a cold Saturday night in the sleazy part of town, where you always kept an eye out for people you didn't want to see, people who'd be a little surprised to see in you in that part of town, or that kind of bar. Yeah, those were the people who'd love to spread the gossip the next Monday at work, about who you really were, and what you really liked to do, after a night in a dark, noisy bar. Of course, they never told their audience what they were doing in the same seedy bar in the same scummy part of town, or who they'd been trying to pick up so they could get their rocks off. Their sexual appetites weren't the topic of the conversation. Too bad, too, as their story would be a heck of a lot more interesting than the story they would tell about you.
I took a breath, and let it out slow. He'd moved back a bit, and was taking those hot, strong hands and had grabbed onto the bottom of his tank top, the one I'd given him to wear when he'd shown up at the camp. Slowly, he pulled up on the thin cloth, letting my get a close look at his hard, furry belly, and the thicker line of fur that ran up from his belt, and that sweet thick nest of crotch hair, and up his belly and into the pelt of fur across his chest. His belly muscles flexed a bit, and then, as the cloth rose higher, the thick slabs of meat across his chest. His pecs rippled strength, hard from work as a Ranger, tanned and shaped by years outside, and not the result of trips to some health club in the city. This guy got his health from real work, fresh air, and living the life of a real man.
Thick fur coated his strong, flexed chest, tight curls and thatches of fur coating his still damp chest, thickening in the center, in that well-defined dip between the large muscles, and thickening again around his broad, inviting nipples, red against the black of his fur and the deep tan of his skin. His armpits were filled with the same color of thick curls, damp and inviting, waiting for my fingers to wiggle deep into his pits, feeling his sweat, and the ripe heat of this well-exercised hunk after a day out in the woods.
He tossed the shirt aside with a flick of his wrist, and one hand grasped the end of his wide leather belt, pulling it tighter, until the buckle released. The long, loose end of the belt flopped down a bit, dangling close to the bulge in his pleated uniform pants, swaying a bit; just his cock would be doing, swaying side to side, above his thick, cum-filled balls. A bit of drool ran down my lips and into my beard, my brain on fire with lust for his long, swaying cock and his hairy, damp and skanky balls. I wanted him now, deep in my mouth, tasting and smelling him and feeling him grow hard inside of me, as my tongue explored every crevice, every nerve of his wide, hot cockhead.
His hand moved again, this time slipping a bit of the top buttonhole up and around the brass button at the top of his pants, until the button sprang free, letting his pants slip just a bit, loosening around his waist, just a bit, until I could see the top of his shorts. The hair on his belly, the trail down to his cock, kept going, and I could see the hair getting thicker with this extra half inch of flesh that had come into my view.
I took another breath, deep this time, and remembered to breathe. The warm evening air felt good against the bare skin of my chest. My lust had raised my temperature a couple of hundred degrees, and I was ready to burst into flames. A rivulet of sweat dripped down from my drenched armpits, across my ribs and down into my shorts, and my heart beat fast now, as the fire in my loins spread over every inch of me. I wanted him and I wanted him bad. I could taste him now, taste the funkiness of his sweaty, hard cockhead, as I imagined him thrusting deep inside of me, his thick hair around his balls pushing into my beard and moustache, as he pounded his way to his first cumming with me tonight. My ears could hear him moan and cry with joy and lust when he would first unload his balls and spurt his rich spunk deep into my hungry mouth.
And, then I'd spread his legs wide, and take a long slide down his sweaty chest, and deep into his funky armpits, and across his hard belly, my tongue tasting and wetting him, my lips sucking and nipping at the thick, hard redness of his hot nipples. And, then, I'd go lower, wetting his spent cock with my tongue, taking each of his balls deep into my mouth and feel the coarse hairs of his ball sack snag the whiskers of my beard and moustache. And, then, I'd taste and tongue his butt hole, and wet him deep and thick. And, when he was ready and begging me to enter him, I'd take him slow and easy, my cock pushing gentle, until I was buried balls deep in his ass, until my balls were up against his butt cheeks. And, when he was ready, I'd be above him looking down into his eyes and his hairy, sweaty chest, and thrust into him, slapping my balls against him, for as long as I could, until I could take it no more, until my cum came up high in my balls, until I exploded deep inside of him, as he held me tight, moaning and sighing and crying out with God.
He looked at me, deep and longingly, rousing my from my visions of his cumming, as he slowly pulled down the zipper of his thick, cotton twill olive drab pants. The metallic sound of the zipper was the only sound I heard, as I stared, open mouthed, at his crotch and the manhood that throbbed just a fraction of an inch from his moving fingers. Slowly, the waist of his pants slid again, moving down a bit more, as the zipper parted, and most of his shorts came into view. His pants paused, for just a second, caught up on the bulk of his hard, muscular butt cheeks, before plummeting to the ground, freed at last from the constrictions of his belt.
His muscular, pale thighs stood firmly on the ground, confined by the pile of his now loosened pants and his boots. He was helpless now, I thought, unable to escape me if I could make my move now. I'd jump on him, tossing him to the ground, forcing his now naked back onto the grass. I'd straddle his strong, tanned chest and fondle his thick cock and hairy balls with my hands, ripping off his shorts and freeing him for my impending feast upon him, taking him immediately into my wet, hungry mouth, and sucking him, again and again, until he would be left to thrash and moan across the grass, as he shot long ropey strings of cum, filling my mouth and dripping down my beard and splattering across his belly and his furry crotch.
And, yet, his gaze froze me. I stood there motionless, cock still throbbing inside of my now steamy shorts. In front of me stood the most perfect man, the most perfect lover. Strong, lean, in every sense a man, in every sense the man of my wet dreams, the man in my eyes whenever I could stand my lust no longer and pounded my cock until I could find some sort of release. Yet, this was no dream, this was no image of my brain as my fish stroked faster and faster and I moaned and filled yet another tissue with my seed. This man was real, and he stood here now, slowly stripping himself for me. I was the one he was looking at, with lust in his eye, as he stripped off his shirt, baring his chest, and slipping off his pants. With one hand slowly rubbing the bulge of his shorts, he looked at me, grinning, chuckling.
"When I'd done stripping down, I'm gonna pull off your shorts, too, partner," he said. "I'm real hungry to take a good look at your cock."
I could only nod. I was beyond speech. This dream was so much better than a dream, and I was afraid if I said something, the spell would be broken, and I'd wake up in my bed with a handful of jism and nothing else.
Slowly, he pulled off his big hiking boots and socks, and then his pants, one leg at a time. The thick muscles of his thighs and calves flexed and bulged, and the thick bulge in his shorts grew a bit more, the cloth now soaked above his cock. I could see he was a big man, not ridiculous, like the big studs in some of the porno films I'd seen. No, this was a real man, not some freak. This was a man I could try on for size, and not seem like I was in some side show at the circus. He was comfortable with who he was, and what he wanted. And, I was ready for that, ready for a man who took life for what it was, and who wasn't afraid of having a good time.
All that was left of his clothes was the now damp pair of briefs that barely clung to his hips and covered what appeared to be a very healthy hard cock and thick, furry balls. His hard muscular ass flexed a bit underneath the cloth, and I got a good look at the shape of his ass when he was stripping off his pants and tossing off his boots and his socks. The front of his briefs were wet now, right where the tip of his cock was leaking a big ooze of his pre-cum, and the wet cloth showed off just a bit of the shape of his cockhead. He looked uncut to me, but maybe that was just part of the fantasy and the frenzy my brain was going through, at the sight of this increasingly naked man, stripping off his clothes, getting ready to be my lover for the night. It all seemed too good to be true, but I wasn't giving up on this dream.
His boots plopped onto the ground with two big thuds and he stood facing me, looking at my face, and down my bare chest, and down to my shorts and the healthy bulge that was barely covered by my shorts. The ranger grinned at me, and flexed his biceps and shoulders, and moved his pecs just a bit, so I could see his nipples tighten across the broad plane of his heavily-muscled chest, the thick mat of chest hair moving a bit in the evening breeze. He raised his arms, exposing the thick forest of pit hair, and I caught the glint of sunlight shining off of the wet curls of thick hair, filling his pits, and being a nice contrast with his tanned and furry chest, and the large muscles of his arms and shoulders.
He chuckled a bit, noticing my lustful leer at his pose, and his flexing. His hips thrust forward a bit, then swiveled, showing off the bulge behind his shorts, and I thought I could see his hard on move a bit, as he began to dance and thrust towards me.
"Help me get rid of these shorts," he whispered, his lips and mouth still in a grin below his thick, black moustache. The evening sun caught the stubble across his chin and jaw line, and I could see a few reddish whiskers in the midst of the black stubble. I wondered if I'd find a few red hairs in the thick mat of fur surrounding the root of his cock and thick balls. There were a few dark red hairs in the thick trail of fur leading down his belly and into his crotch, and I was getting tired of waiting to see all that he had for me tonight. I wanted him right there, right now, and my tongue ached with the unquenched lust that raged through my body. I was about ready to explode, and all my nerves were centered in the base of my cock, wanting only to erupt and send my sperm flying across the campsite, reaching for the nearby mountain. And, yet, I wanted to see more of this man who had walked into my life, just an hour ago, and now stood before me, hard and nearly naked, tempting me, seducing me to be his lover.
I had to pause a bit, and take a breath, before I passed out. This was too much, too beautiful, too exciting. And, it was consuming me, in so many ways.
He turned around then, striking another weightlifter's pose, stretching and flexing his rippled back muscles, and curling his arms, showing off his thick, meaty biceps and the well defined lats of his back, and his still covered glutes. His thighs bulged and he flexed his strong calf muscles, showing off his lean, yet heavily muscled legs.
Then, slowly, his hands moved to his waist, and he slowly, oh so slowly, began to slide his shorts down across his well shaped ass, and I saw the start of his butt crack, and the round, hairy globes of his muscular ass cheeks. He thrust his hips back and forth, and then side to side, so that all of his muscles flexed and stretched. With every flex and move of his feet, a bit more of his butt cheeks came into view, the skin white and untanned, yet the black hairs of his crack and the little spot above his crack, along his spine, shined in the evening sun.
He moved a bit more, slowing down, taunting me with the sight of his white, hairy ass, until his shorts fell down below his cheeks, sliding a bit more along his thighs. He sashayed a bit more, flexing and moving his cheeks, showing off his hard ass for me, bringing my balls nearly to their bursting point.
Then, he bent over, moving his chest down and away from me, his back now level with the ground, opening his ass a bit, so I could see the pinkness of his hole, shadowed a bit by the hair that grew along his crack, and the curve of his butt. And, below that, below those white globes of perfect ass cheeks, his ball sack danced a bit, in time with his swayings, large, hairy, and heavy with two large, fat balls. They hung loose, from the heat of the afternoon, and, maybe, from the sweaty hot confines of his shorts. But, now, they moved and danced freely, swaying in time with the thrustings of his hips. I leered long and hungrily at his crack, and his hole, and his dancing balls, hoping to glimpse his cock. But, it must have been hard, pushing hard and straight away from the thick hair of his groin, hidden now by his ass and the muscles of his hips.
A soft breeze slowly moved through the camp, ruffling his hair and the light dusting of fur across his shoulders and his thighs. The breeze moved towards me, and I caught a bit of his smell. It was a manly smell, dried sweat from a man who did real physical work during his workday, and the lustful sweat of a man stripping and teasing another man, getting ready for a good romp in the sack. He was a horny, lustful man, and I caught a brief whiff of the yeasty smell of his precum, and the sweat of his balls and his cock, spicy, with a bit of funk.
I'd lost myself in my real life fantasy, and when I blinked again, his shorts were on the ground, and he stood, his back to me, bare assed and free.
"Come get me now," he whispered. "I'm all yours."
I reached down to my now pre-cum soaked shorts, and nearly tore off the cloth, dropping my shorts and my underwear, until I, too could stand bare assed and hard-cocked in the evening air. Sweat poured down from my pits, sweat that tried to cool the fire of my lust for this hunk who now stood before me, bare assed and hard, mixed with the sweat of my fear, my fear of not being good enough for this man, not being able to be all that he wanted me to be for him, not being able to meet his needs. And, yet, my lust took control again, and my cock was hard and eager, dripping with my juices, and my balls aching for relief.
Moving towards him, I gazed hungrily at the muscles of his back, his ass, and his meaty thighs, my fingers eager to feel the coarse hairs across his chest and belly and groin, eager to hold and stroke his hard cock and cup his thick, full balls. I wanted to feel the tightness and the slickness of his hole, and to pinch and caress his thick, reddish nipples, and hear him moan in joy as I fondled and caressed him, stroking his cock slowly, rising him to almost the point of no return.
Just as I nearly reached his shoulder, my hand poised to stroke his thick, hard shoulder muscle, he turned, his bare, furry chest strong and meaty, the muscles flexing a bit, hard yet fluid. I looked down, catching my first look at his manhood. It stood tall, high above his balls, rising above the thick mass of curls of his pubes and the thick curls of his treasure trail. The uncut head of his cock pushed out of its foreskin, wet, shiny, pulsing a bit with each beat of his heart. His piss slit oozed a steady stream of his juice, juice that dripped down the long shaft of his cock, soaking his balls and the thick hair of his crotch.
I could smell his lusty sweat now, and the strong yeasty smell of his manly juice, and he smelled warm, eager, and horny. He was all mine now, and I was all his.
We took it slow, just like he wanted, and kissed, softly at first. He ran his fingers along my moustache and my beard, stroking the whiskers and feeling the coarseness and the length and the edges of my beard along my cheek, and by my ear, and along my jaw line. And, I felt the long hairs of his moustache, and its corners, next to his lips and the flare of his nostrils. And, I ran my finger through the stubble of his chin, feeling the hairless skin just under his lower lip, and the stubble of his chin and his dimple, feeling where his goatee would grow, if he just gave it a few days. And, my hand wandered along his cheeks and his jaw and down to his neck, and up along his ears. I nibbled a bit at his ear lobe, hearing him sigh just a bit, at the soft pleasure of another man taking time to get to know him, taking my time, before I took him manhood in my mouth, and slowly, oh so slowly, drained his balls and took all of his seed with my wet lips and hungry tongue.
We each had our hungers, and our needs, and we took all night. We went slow, and then we went fast, and then we slowed down a bit, not wanting to skip a crevice here, a hard nipple there, a tuft of hair that needed sucking and stroking. We were strangers no longer and we soon got to know what each of us liked and how much we needed what the other had to give. And, there was no end to what needed given and what needed taken.
After a while, he came in my mouth, loud and wet, moaning and thrashing as long ropes of his pearly cum shot long and hard and fast into my mouth, and then spilled out, until my hair and my chest were covered in thick globs of his seed, his deep pants and gasps filling the air with his need and his explosion and the partial satisfaction of his lust.
Then, I took him in his ass, slowly at first, like he wanted. My cock slick and wet with some of his seed and some of my pre-cum, and some of his saliva, from when he was sucking me and rolling my cum-filled balls with his tongue, his moustache catching on some of the hairs of my balls, as I moaned and thrashed, his fingers buried deep in my own ass. But, soon, I was buried balls deep in his ass, my balls dancing with his balls, and the thick sweat of our lust that gushed from our groins oiling my cock and slathering his ass with wet. We thrust and moaned with each other for yet another dance on our dance card that night, until I shot my load deep and hard in his ass, my own butt cheeks wet with my sweat, my armpits dripping down onto his muscular back, as I clenched his shoulders, crying out as I came.
We dozed a bit; my cock still buried deep in his ass, and woke to the chill of the night. Our bare asses were cold and we moved quickly into my tent, throwing a blanket over the mattress and moving my sleeping bag over us. We thought we'd fall asleep, but our lust was not yet exhausted, and we found new ways to pleasure each other, as the moon slowly moved across the night sky. Morning was still a few hours away.
We had all night, and no time to sleep, my Ranger and me.
Copyright 2009. Oregon Bear.