“You boys want to tell me what you were doing in there?” the bearded, muscular park ranger confronted my hookup and me as we emerged from the toilet stall in the men’s room near the campgrounds, a fresh load swimming in my bowels. “Fornication in a public restroom is a misdemeanor in this state, punishable with jail time and a $1,000 fine.”
“We—we weren’t having sex,” I stammered, looking at my hookup who was frozen in his tracks. “We were just—”
“Bull fuckin’ shit,” the parking ranger spat, interrupting me. “I heard you two going at it, grunting like a couple of pigs in heat, one of you screaming your head off, begging to be seeded. Now which one of you was taking dick?”
“He was,” my hookup blurted out pointing at me, throwing me under the bus. “I fucked his ass.”
“You two boyfriends?” the ranger sneered, looking us over with disgust.
“Fuck no,” my hookup denied quickly. “I’m not even gay. I just came in here to take a piss, minding my own business, and this slutty dude offered up his ass to me.”
“You didn’t have to fuck him,” the ranger observed astutely. “You could have just left.”
“Yeah,” my hookup conceded. “But my girlfriend is on the rag, and I just really needed to drop a load.”
“I’ve been there,” the park ranger laughed to himself. “Okay—you can leave,” he informed my hookup. “But I don’t ever want to see your disgusting face around this park again, you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” my hookup agreed, bolting out of the men’s room like the place was on fire.
“Why—why does he get to leave?” I demanded. “We were both—”
“Shut the fuck up,” the ranger barked. “Now turn around and place your hands against the wall.”
“Am I under arrest?” I cried out. “Dude, please don’t arrest me. I don’t want this shit going on my record. Please give me a second chance. I promise that I will never—”
But then I felt it, the park ranger’s hands on my waistband, yanking down my athletic shorts, exposing my ass to him. His thick finger began to probe my used hole.
“Damn, that boy shot a big load up your ass,” the ranger remarked, withdrawing his cummy finger before shoving it in my mouth, forcing me to lick it clean. “Won’t need any lube for this sloppy hole.”
“Are—are you gonna fuck me?” I asked in shock, as he unzipped his pants. Was this really happening?
“You either take my big cock,” he demanded, pushing it up against the folds of my cunt, “or I place you under arrest.”
“Fine, you can—FUUUCK,” I screamed, his huge dick suddenly jammed up my ass. He was by far bigger than the guy who had just fucked me, my sphincter straining to accommodate his girth. “FUCK,” I screamed out again.
“Shut the fuck up,” he clasped his meaty hand across my mouth. “You want us to get caught in here? I ain’t losing my job for your sloppy cunt.”
Obediently, I kept quiet as he removed his hand and unleashed a fury into my sloppy hole. Jesus, it felt good. Grabbing me by the hips with both hands and pulling me into him, he adjusted his angle, allowing himself to go deeper.
“That’s it, bitch—open that pussy for me,” he growled in my ear, his beard scratching my cheek. “Fuck, you’ve got a sweet cunt.”
He proceeded to pound me at an unrelenting pace, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust. His intensity was off the charts, his sweaty, hairy belly rubbing against my ass. I knew he couldn’t last much longer.
“You ready for this nut?” he demanded, his cock swelling inside me, his breathing quickened. “I’m about to bust all up inside this—OH FUCK—SHIT. Yeah, bitch—take this fuckin’ nut.”
He nearly jammed me into the wall, forcefully ejaculating into my depths, his cock pulsing inside of me. Growling like a wild boar, he held still, his load spewing in my deepest recesses.
“Damn, I needed that,” he bellowed, pulling out of me and smacking me on the ass. His pearly load streamed out of my wrecked hole, splatting onto the nasty tiled floor below me.
Wordlessly, I pulled up my shorts as he stuffed his spent dick back into his uniform pants. I had enjoyed the intense fucking but, mostly, I was relieved that I wasn’t going to get into trouble.
“You need to report to the ranger station at the other side of the park at 1800 hours this evening, understand?” he informed me, zipping up his pants. “And don’t be late.”
“Wait—the ranger station?” I inquired, fear building inside me. “I thought you said you weren’t going to bring charges against me.”
“Relax—you’re not in trouble,” he held up his hand, trying to pacify me. “The park closes at 1800 hours, and I’d like to fuck another load into you at the end of my shift. You like to be tag teamed?”
“Yeah,” I nodded enthusiastically, my hole already twitching with anticipation. “I love to be tagged.”
“Good,” the ranger smiled deviously. “Because there are five other rangers on duty today who are gonna love dumping their loads in your greedy cunt.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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