Tonight's Ranger Program: Bears

I don't throw around the term "brawny" very much, but that fucking park ranger is nothing if he's not brawny. Taller than me by an inch or two, wide face with a greying beard. His blue eyes are sparkling in the dusk light here at the amphitheater where he's giving a campfire program.

His arms are beefy and covered in fur, most of which is greying. Huge tufts of brown and grey fur ride up over his shirt collar. He has a voice like thunder rumbling and his body fills out his uniform so nicely, I've been having a hard time concentrating on what he's saying.

There's something about a man in uniform.

"How many campers are from in state?" he asks and people raise their hands. He has also raised his hand and I see the hair covering the back of his hand. The guy's a fuckin' werewolf.

I've adjusted my shorts so my balls are just danglin' outside them. Just to see if he'd notice.

"It's important while you're here," the ranger rumbles, "that you do not feed the bears. In fact, you should not even approach them."

A fact which, I hope, does not apply to me. `Cause I'm fuckin' hungry. And if I have my way, it might as well be a ranger sandwich.

"And if a bear ever acts aggressively toward you," the ranger says. But he doesn't continue. He's lookin' at the tip of my balls hangin' out of my shorts. His eyes linger a bit and he looks like he can't remember what he was saying.

"If a bear acts aggressively," he stammers. He's looks up into my eyes. Then he looks away. "Don't be frightened. Just shout at him, clap your hands or throw something."

The ranger has a sweet ass, full and round and stretches out his green government issue pants just nicely. The front ain't so bad from this angle either. He has a manly gut that slips over his belt and his package is so round and full it almost looks like he's wearing a jock.

"Remember," the ranger says, "You must not be frightened. You are the dominant bear."

He takes another look in my direction and I quickly make a move to adjust myself. He turns away before I can peek the tip of my cock out. Damn. I may have misread this guy. Probably got some wife back in the ranger cabin bakin' cookies for him.

Fuck. I'm so horny I could pass out from the cum backed up in my balls.

The other campers are clapping and it's obvious that announcements are over and he's going to start the program.

"Tonight, we have a short film about bears," the ranger announces. He has that ol' Dan Haggerty smile that just stops my heart. I want to dive onto those lips and feel our beards get mixed up together. Feel his lips jammed against mine and that belly pressed into me. But I guess that ain't goin' to happen.

"But I'm going to need a little help here with the projector," the ranger says. "Can I have a volunteer?"

The ranger is lookin' straight at me. I'm slow, but my hand finally goes up.

It's not all that's up.

In spite of the many little hands of the junior rangers all saying "Me, me, me!" the ranger points to me and says, "You'll do, sir. I need a big strong man to help me out."

The ranger walks up the aisle and as he passes he motions for me to join him. I'm walking as calmly as I can under the circumstances, watching this burly ranger's burly round ass sway in front of me.

When we get in the booth, he switches on the projector with a quick gesture. The booth is dark and the light of the film moves out over the audience and the program begins.

"Guess you didn't need that much help with the projector," I say.

The ranger doesn't smile.

"Look," the ranger says, starin' into my eyes. "You were way out of line out there," he says. My heart starts racing. What the fuck have I done? Is this guy going to arrest me for indecent exposure or something?

"You are not the dominant bear out here," the ranger says. He has his hands at his shirt buttons. He's slowly undoing them. The fur on his chest is so thick I can barely see the flesh beneath.

"I am the dominant bear in these woods," the ranger rumbles.

His nipple comes out from beneath the shirt and my cock is rock hard and I'm salivating heavily. He pulls the shirt tail out from his pants and pulls the shirt off his shoulders. Burly. His shoulders are muscled and covered in the thickest brown and grey fur. His belly protrudes from the rest of his body like Smokey the Bear on a heavy diet of beer. He pats his belly and smiles. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, sir," I choke out. "Yes, sir, I'd say you are the dominant bear in these woods."

The man's hands are at his belt buckle and he's pulling his pants open. "Then act like it," he says.

I drop to my knees. My face is inches away from his green pants as they are slowly pulled down. He is wearing tighty-whities and his cock and balls inside them are filling them out so I can see every contour of this burly man's crotch. But I am distracted by the beefy hairy thighs before me and my hands slowly slide up the fur on each thigh.

The ranger shivers. "That's right, bear," he says. I move in and kiss his thighs. His skin is salty and furry and my mouth can't get enough of this man's flesh. His heavy paw goes to the back of my head. "Good bear," he says. "Show this ranger what you're made of."

I grab the waist of his tighty-whities and pull them down. His cock and balls flop out. He's semi-erect and already quite large in girth. His balls are hairy fuckin' orbs the size of large grade A eggs and my hands pull on them gently.

"Aww," the ranger groans. "Pull `em, bear. Pull on the ranger's balls."

My tongue goes out and licks the balls. His hand pulls me in to them. My tongue licks the underside of his ballsac and the top of the ballsac and I suck one of his balls into my mouth and lather it up with my spit.

"Bears are omnivorous," the program is saying, "and will eat most anything at least once."

With one hand, I pull on his balls. His cock is getting harder and longer and the veins are standing out on the top of his rod. I watch it throb as I pull his balls. He's groaning now and rubbing my shoulders with his hands. I reach my other hand up under his taint and move one finger into his hairy butt crack.

He hobbles back and forth a bit to spread his legs a little more and my finger finds his asshole and begins rubbing there.

"That's it, bear," he says. "Take care of me now."

I push my fingertip up into his ass all the while pulling his balls. His cock is now fully hard and red and throbbing inches from my face and the tip is droolin' a little precum. I lap my tongue into the slit of his cock and taste the musky fluid.

The noises the ranger's making are like an animal's, all grunts and groans. I'm pullin' on his balls and my finger's up his ass and he's moaning and his cock is drippin' precum and I've got this guy in the palm of my hands.

"Who's the dominant bear?" I ask. I'm lookin' up into his face, but his eyes are closed and his head is tilted back and when it dawns on him that I've said something he looks down at me confused.

"Huh?" he says. His eyes are all unfocused like he's nothing but a big raw cock and a yanked on ballsac and an asshole being fucked by my manly finger and he says, "What?"

"Who is the dominant bear now?" I ask.

The ranger's face goes hostile. I lick his balls and he groans.

"Listen, guy," he says. "I'm the ranger here."

My mouth opens and his cockhead goes inside and my tongue is swirling around and under his cockhead and I am tickling the skin under his glans and he moans loud enough to scare the entire campground.

"The mating habits of the full-grown bear," the movie says, "is varied and voracious."

I lick the bottom of his rod with a flat tongue then slide his cockhead back into my mouth.

"Ungh," he says. "I. I'm the... ranger."

I slide my mouth lower and lower down the huge thick cock. My tongue works the bottom and I apply deep suction and before long I'm all the way to his pubes. Lappin' and suckin' on this big burly ranger's hardon.

"Ung," the ranger whines.

I suction back up the length of his cock, working the cockhead and slit with my tongue.

"Who's the dominant bear?" I ask, then dive down onto his cock.

The ranger laughs from deep in his chest and his hand is on the back of my head and he's starting a rhythm with his hips. His belly slams into my forehead as his cock fucks my mouth slowly. I'm opening wide to receive him and I'm gettin' off on this burly cock face-fucking me.

"Aw, shit, bear," the ranger says.

I'm riding his cock with my mouth. Using my tongue, my lips, my suction. I'm suckin' this guy's cock and he's moaning with pleasure and his hips are bucking back and forth and his hand on the back of my head.

"Ooos uh omminnun eeeear?" I say into his cock. And the vibrations of my voice rips into his cockflesh and I can feel his cock throbbing in my mouth and the man can barely breath. I feel his balls rising up, ready to burst. His hand presses onto the back of my head and he seriously deep fucks my mouth.

"OOO?" I ask.

"You are!" the ranger shouts. "You are... mother fucker... aww!"

And the cum shoots from his cock into my mouth and his cock is fucking my mouth and the cum is juicing things up and the cum is slipping out of the corners of my mouth into my beard and I'm swallowing and swallowing this burly fucker's cum.

The ranger keeps fucking my face, making grunts on each thrust, until his cock begins to soften. I'm barely breathing. His cock falls out of my mouth and slaps softly against his balls.

I smack my lips, tasting the salty cum there. I stand up and stare into the burly ranger's eyes. "Yes, ranger," I say, "It's me. I am the dominant bear."

The ranger licks his lips. "Yes, sir," he says.

"I am the dominant bear," I say. My lips move toward his. Stop right before they reach his lips. The ranger groans, wanting it bad.

"I am the dominant--"

"Yes, yes," he whispers. I lean in and kiss him. My tongue goes deep into his mouth. He sucks on my tongue a bit. I pull back and he looks dreamily into my eyes.

"You are the dominant bear," he says.

My hand goes to the top of his head. "Then act like it," I say.

The ranger drops to his knees. His face is nuzzling into my shorts. His wide strong hands are grabbing my ass cheeks and his hot breath is making balls rumble. My cock is ready for this burly man's attention. He sucks away using those strong lungs of his. I hold back as long as I can, until I finally shoot my load into his mouth. He greedily swallow every guys, constantly hoping that my cock will produce more of the white stuff. When it is drained, I let out a loud masculine moan.

After all, I am the dominant bear.

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written by mutantbearman