Paul was driving along an old forest service road that wound its way through the heart of the national forest. The road was paved, technically, but it had obviously been years since any repairs had been made. It was early afternoon in August and the temperature was hovering near 100, Paul had the top and doors off his Jeep and was only wearing his running shoes, a jockstrap, and an old pair of dark blue jersey shorts, the kind that hung almost to his knees but loose and thin enough that it felt almost like he wasn't wearing them when running. Sweat was pouring off him, matting down the spray of golden hair across his chest and running down his treasure trail, tickling his sides as sweat dripped from his armpits, soaking the waistbands of jock and shorts alike. The breeze felt almost erotic as it flowed over his damp torso, causing his nipples to stand erect inside their golden crowns. The sunlight glinted off the waving hairs on his arm, looking like bits of spun gold sparkling on his forearms.
The road he was traveling was long out of use, few people even knew it was there much less used it, the turn-off hidden by ground brush and a small fallen tree. He loved driving out here to jog during the day, the high trees giving lots of shade without completely blocking out the sun. He loved the feeling of the sun warming him as he ran through pools of light before plunging into shadow once again.
Finding his normal parking spot, a large turn-around on the outside of a bend in the road, he pulled off the road and killed his engine. Undoing his seat belt, he peeled his skin off the back of his soaked seat and slid out of the Jeep, stretching to the sides a bit; the drive out here was over an hour. He reached in the back and pulled out his water bottle, taking a long pull off it, replacing some of the fluid currently running down his body. Putting the bottle back, he began doing some serious stretching getting ready for his run. The loop he ran was almost five miles long and there was no one out here to help him if he pulled a muscle.
He considered the idea of shucking his shorts and just running in his jockstrap, it didn't look like anyone other than himself had been down this road in a very long time. Grinning, he stuck his thumbs in his waistband and pulled them to his ankles, already half-hard at the thought of running practically naked through the forest. The sudden breeze blowing across his moist hole as he bent over was enough to remove the half, his dick sprang into a raging hard-on, straining the inadequate pouch of his jockstrap. Reaching through his legs, he tickled the rosey pucker, teasing a little before slowly sliding a finger in, the sweat dripping down his crack more than enough lubrication to make it an effortless glide. Moaning quietly, he began to move his finger in and out slightly. After doing that for a minute, he was preparing to insert a second finger when he realized he was hearing the sound of an approaching engine, coming from farther down the road. Lost in his small ecstacy, he hadn't heard the engine until it was very close, and apparently approaching at a pretty fast clip. Another bend in the road hid it from view but he knew that would only be for a few more seconds. Scrambling, he pulled his finger out of his ass, hiked up his shorts and grabbed his water bottle, taking another long drink, trying desperately to look nonchalant. He hoped his erection would fade before the vehicle came into view.
As it came around the corner, he saw it was an SUV, and with a sinking stomach, realized it was a forestry service vehicle. He wasn't sure whether he was technically allowed to be here and had never run across a ranger before to ask. He had no idea what the penalty was for trespassing, he desperately hoped it wasn't serious enough to warrant arrest. Spotting him, the vehicle slowed drastically before pulling off the road at a slight distance from his car. The ranger inside spoke into his radio for a minute before opening the door and stepping out. He wore only tan slacks and a white undershirt, which was currently plastered firmly to his body, transparent from sweat, and Paul fought a small surge in his groin as he saw just how nice that body happened to be. A dark triangle of hair sat between gorgeous pecs before funneling into a trail bisecting a perfect stomach and disappearing into the tan wasitband of his uniform pants. The ranger stared at him a moment through mirrored sunglasses before reaching back into his vehicle for his hat; Paul groaned as he felt another surge in his groin at the fantastic ass staring him in the face, fervently hoping it wasn't obvious to the ranger just how much Paul was appreciating the view.
Fixing the wide-brimmed hat firmly on his sweat-damp black hair, the ranger sauntered over slowly, staring disconcertingly at Paul through lenses that revealed nothing while his hips rolled sensuously in the unconcious sway of someone used to riding horse. Or maybe not so unconcious, Paul somehow got the impression the ranger saw his stares and was silently taunting him.
"Howdy, um, officer," Paul stammered, unsure how you addressed a forest ranger. The ranger stopped a short distance away and just stood there while Paul fought the urge to squirm under that unrelenting gaze. "Anything wrong?"
The ranger stood there staring for a few more uncomfortable moments before saying with a slight drawl, "Are you aware you're trespassing on federal property, son?" Paul almost laughed at that, the ranger only had nine or ten years on his own 24 at the very most. Considering the ranger didn't appear in the least bit amused, Paul bit his tongue.
"No, I'm s-sorry, sir. I didn't see anything posted on the way in, I had no idea people weren't allowed to be in this area. I assure you, if I'd any idea, I never would have taken this road." Suddenly very nervous, Paul fought the urge to start babbling, begging forgiveness, terrified at the thought of being arrested, and on federal land no less! Wanting to say more but stopping himself, he stood uncomfortably while the ranger continued to just stare at him for a few more moments.
"Yeah, that would probably be because of the recent string of vandalism going through the area, signs defaced or just plain missing all over." Paul had been running out here since discovering this road two years ago and had never seen a sign declaring this area off-limits. There were hardly any signs this far out at all, mostly just the odd mile marker. Staring a few more moments, he continued, "We have no idea who might be responsible."
With dawning horror, Paul suddenly realized the ranger was alluding to his suspicion of Paul being the vandal. Bug-eyed, he began to stammer a denial, to which the ranger swiftly held out a hand, cutting off his refutal. "Do you mind if I look inside your vehicle for anything suspicious, son?" It was phrased as a question, but Paul knew noncooperation wasn't an option. Unsure how to respond, he just stood there as the ranger walked up to the side of his Jeep and began moving some of the junk around in the back seat, looking for who knows what. Terrified, Paul tried to remember whether he had taken his latest issue of Unzipped out of the back seat or not. Heart pounding in terror, he had no idea if he had or not.
Shuffling papers and trash around, the ranger kept him in view the entire time. Apparently not finding anything of interest, he stopped and stood there, staring again and saying nothing. "Do you have your identification, son?"
Paul thought he was going to vomit, realizing he hadn't brought his wallet, the shorts he was wearing didn't have pockets. Seeing his distress, the ranger obviously saw he didn't. "Step over to my vehicle, son." Paul walked ahead of him, terrified at what could happen to him. "Put your hands on the hood and spread your legs." Paul complied, oddly thankful the ranger's car was the same tan as his pants, it would have been scorching otherwise.
The ranger frisked him, which Paul thought was a bit absurd considering he had almost nothing on. Starting at his feet, the ranger squeezed his ankles and shoes, checking for anything stashed within. As he brought his hands up, they slipped under the loose legs of Paul's shorts. Shocked, Paul fought the urge to jump as he felt the ranger hands suddenly groping his cock and balls through his sodden jockstrap. Fear had caused his dick to shrink and his balls pull up but the instant the ranger's hands grabbed him that ceased to be the case. Mortified, he felt his dick growing rapidly in the ranger's searching grasp. After a moment, Paul realized the ranger was definitely being overly thorough in his search, the rough grope turning into a firm massage once the ranger felt the pouch and bare ass of the jockstrap, one hand massaging Paul's balls and the base of his rapidly expanding dick while the other kneaded his right ass cheek.
Woozy from the sudden rush of blood away from his head and into his painfully throbbing dick, his knees almost buckled. The ranger caught him with his shoulder, all the while continuing his rubbing and kneading. When Paul was supporting his own weight again, the ranger released his cock, then reached up and pulled Paul's shorts over his straining dick to his ankles, forcing him to quickly step out of them. Paul gasped in surprise as he felt the ranger grab a cheek in each hand and pull them apart, followed immediately by his slightly stubbly face pressed firmly into the crack of Paul's ass as his tongue began to lap feverishly at Paul's steaming hole. Paul leaned back into that rough tongue scraping over his fluttering asshole, groaning as the ranger began spearing the tip inside. After what seemed an eternity, the ranger released his ass and stood up behind him, pressing his sweating body onto Paul's back. From the feeling of bare skin, he realized the ranger had removed his shirt at some point. The ranger's belt buckle dug into his ass slightly as he ground his crotch against Paul's ass and reached around to twist and tweak his nipples. Pushing back, Paul rubbed his wet ass up and down the massive bulge of the ranger's encased dick, delighting in the feeling of cotton wrapped dick grinding across his hole.
Grabbing Paul's hips, the ranger spun him around and pushed him to his knees. Paul knelt before him, eagerly staring at the bulge before his eyes as the ranger kicked off his shoes and undid his belt. Unbuttoning his pants, he pulled down the zipper and let go, the weight of his belt pulling them off hips to lie around his ankles. Wearing no underwear, the massive cock sprang out of its glistening dark curly nest, slapping Paul's chin an instant before Paul opened his mouth and strained to swallow all ten inches. He gagged slightly but forced himself all the way down until he felt the low hanging balls touch his chin and his nose was buried in damp curls that made him groan from the deliciously musky smell. He held himself there for a moment before the ranger grasped the sides of his head and began to roughly fuck his dick in and out of Paul's throat. Moaning around the massive piece of meat forcing its way in and out of him, he began groping and pulling at the straining fabric of his jockstrap, massaging his pulsating cock through the damp fabric. Gasping, he suddenly began to spew his load into his overstretched pouch, feeling the cum sliding down his shaft and over his balls. The ranger, alerted by his sudden gasp, grabbed his head that much harder and pounded his dick down Paul's throat rapidly, causing Paul to gag and his dick to shoot one more huge burst of cum into his jock.
Paul's orgasm subsiding, the ranger stopped his thrusting and pulled Paul to his feet. Grabbing the jock from underneath, he pulled it away from Paul's perineum slightly, letting the warm cum flow into the palm of his hand. Taking the handful of cum, he grabbed his own dick and began stroking it, lubricating it with Paul's cum. With his other hand, he roughly reached into the front of Paul's jock and scraped out what little cum remained. Dazed, Paul just stood there, wobbling slightly as the ranger harvested his fresh load. "Turn around. Put your hands on the hood and bend over."
Paul did as he was told. He gasped in pain and surprise as he felt one of the ranger's fingers roughly enter his rectum. The pain lasted only a moment, the cum acting as an excellent lube as the ranger fucked his finger in and out of Paul's hole faster and faster. Leaning back into the probing hand, he gasped again as he felt another finger added, and then another a few moments later. Rocking back on the rapidly thrusting fingers, Paul groaned and was surprised to look down and see his dick had lost almost none of its hardness. The rough finger fucking was causing it to perk back up, he watched as it bobbed to the beat of his heart. Reaching down with one hand, he pulled the pouch to the side and freed his sticky cock to the breeze. As suddenly as it started, the fingers were removed and Paul moaned slightly at the sudden emptiness.
Before he had time to say anything though, he felt the ranger's rough hands grabs his hips, pulling him back as the ranger simultaneously shoved forward, impaling Paul with a single powerful thrust. Giving him only a second to adjust to the massive tool now rearranging his insides, the ranger began to slowly thrust in and out, shoving all ten inches in and completely removing them over and over, the rangers hips acting as a steady, powerful piston, pushing forward until his balls swung out and slapped Paul's scrotum before withdrawing. Paul's aching hole screamed in pain for only a moment, it was quickly overruled by his prostate as it was harshly pounded with every stroke. Gasping as his vision temporarily blacked out, Paul began panting and pushing back to meet each thrust. His quivering hole tried to desperately hold onto the pounding hammer every time it was withdrawn, clutching tight as every vein and ridge slid by, glistening ecstacy pumping him into mindless oblivion. After several minutes of steady pounding, never changing his pace for a second, the ranger completely withdrew, watching Paul's hole gape open and closed to the rhythm he'd established with his steady fucking. Paul groaned and thrust back, trying to fill himself again with the searing rod.
"Please, give it to me, I need you inside me! Fuck me until my asshole will never close again, please, pound me! I need your cum inside me!" Paul was begging, still thrusting his hips back, searching for the massively throbbing cock that bounced in the air a few aching inches from his ass. Not saying a word, the ranger took firm hold of his hips and slammed his cock all the way in, as hard as he could, their wet skin slapping loudly as his balls shot forward and hit Paul's with blissful pain. Paul sighed as the ranger plunged in and out of him, faster this time, his tempo steadily increasing as he forced his way in and out of Paul's twitching asshole. Looking back over his shoulder, Paul watched the ranger's face as he fucked him. No expression, the ranger continued to stare at him like before, his eyes still hidden by the mirrored shades. The only difference was his chest heaving as he pounded Paul's ass, the exertion from slamming his hips over and over as hard as he could into the grasping depths before him. Paul watched as a bead of sweat collected in the patch of hair on the ranger's chest and trickled down the line of hair to the thrusting rod, moaning at the thought of it being slammed up into him.
The slams coming faster and faster, Paul hung his head and just held onto the hood of the SUV, his whole body shaking as the ranger's hips tried to slam him into the grill, the massive dick slamming in and out of him so hard he began to see stars as he squeezed his eyes shut. Moaning constantly now, he writhed, impaled over and over again, feeling the ridge of the ranger's dick popping out of his hole with every withdrawal shortly before feeling it slammed back in, groaning as the throbbing head pounded his button mercilessly. He didn't think it was possible but he actuallly felt that throbbing head expanding, the whole cock growing and getting harder, the pulsing and throbbing driving him out of his mind with ecstacy as it roughly rubbed and punched his battered prostate with renewed vigor. Gasping at the bottom of every powerful thrust, he could hear the ranger's breath hitch as his hips went into overdrive, slamming into him so fast and hard now he thought the ranger would split him in two. He could feel drops of the ranger's sweat flying across his back as they were flung off his head with the furious, body-shaking pounding.
Never slowing his heavy pounding, the ranger threw his head back with a grunt. Paul felt the cock inside him expand to unbelievable dimensions a second before he felt a scalding stream of lava explode from the tip, burning his prostate and the walls of his ass in glorious agony as shot after shot burned their way into the deepest parts of him. Never slowing, the ranger slammed his spurting cock in and out of Paul's grasping hole, feeling his life bursting out of his dick into the pulsating hole that eagerly swallowed all he had to offer, sucking greedily for more with every thrust. As his cock began to kick slower and slower, the burning surges subsiding, he felt Paul's ass suddenly clamp down and rhythmically squeeze his thrusting rod as Paul blew his load onto the ranger's bumper. Grunting uncontrollably, the sphincter wrapped around his surging dick, kneading like an angry fist, stroking him, groping him, forcing him back into the orgasm he thought was over. Throwing his head back, he bellowed into the treetops as Paul's starving ass greedily sucked more and more cum out of his aching, throbbing rod, the clutching hole quivering as it pulled and squeezed and tormented him, his balls spewing everything they could into the endless depths that only demanded more. Falling forward onto Paul's back, chest heaving as it pressed against Paul's flesh, his hips continued to thrust uncontrollably into Paul's hungry ass, hunching into Paul's body like a helplessly rutting animal, slowing as his vision faded out for a moment, feeling the last trickles of cum pumping out of his tortured cock into the eager ass. He lay there for several minutes, trying to pull his shattered mind back together, feeling the rapid beat of Paul's heart through his quivering asslips as he slowly pulled his aching dick out, feeling a gush of his cum escape Paul's ass and splash over his hairy scrotum.
Coming back to himself, he slowly lifted his head, hearing in the distance the approach of an engine...