Tallahatchie Trail by Mississippi Bear
It was the perfect early fall day in north Mississippi. Bright and sunny, cool breezes blowing. The kind of day we all dream of in the middle of July when it's 100° and 90% humidity. It was the third week straight of football in my little college town, and I was entirely done with the tailgating and crowds. I decided to slip out of town for a few hours. A friend had told me about an old walking trail on some state land nearby that she had started going to, and I figured it would be a great way to get some fresh air.
I finally made it out of all the traffic and got on the little state highway that cut through the state forest. It's the kind of highway where you can go miles without seeing the sun, with a full canopy of trees hanging overhead. I overshot the turnoff to the trail the first time, but after making a u-turn, I found the sign for the recreation area, busted from its chains and leaning on the post where it once hung.
I turned down the road, and it quickly turned to gravel that clearly hadn't been graded in quite a while. My friend told me it was a bit run-down, but I certainly didn't expect it to be quite so neglected. I drove down the road a ways, and eventually came a small gravel parking lot with a primitive restroom at one end. There wasn't another car in sight, and when I stepped out, the only sound I could hear was from the birds. This place had clearly seen better days, but at least it was peaceful.
It took me a while to actually find the entrance to the trail. It was hidden behind a large pine-tree which had fallen, and started to succumb to kudzu. But once I climbed over the tree, it was clear trail ahead. I walked about half a mile down the trail before I came to a lake. Well, at least at one point it had been a lake. There was barely any water, except for in the middle, and the brush was clearly taking over. The trail continued along the levee, and I had to push my way through knee-high grass for the full length.
Looking around I couldn't see a single other soul. I had been out there for about half an hour and hadn't heard any sign of people. I didn't think there was any other entrance to this trail, so I guessed I had the place to myself. Realizing that I wasn't likely to encounter anyone else, I felt a rush of blood to my cock. I had always loved being naked outside, even when I was a teenage running around in the woods around my granddad's cabin. I took off my shirt and stuffed it in my backpack I'd brought along. The breeze tickled my chest hair, and felt invigorating. I walked along a bit further, and after confirming that there were still no other people audible around me, I stripped off my shorts and briefs. Feeling so exposed, I was instantly rock hard.
I kept walking, my hard cock swinging back and forth in the air, visible only to the birds and the occasional white-tail. I came to pasture along the trail with particularly high grass that nearly came to my shoulders and began to walk through. All of a sudden, I heard a shout.
"Hey, what are you doing out here!"
I instantly ducked, but saw that it was a park ranger who had just come up from behind a copse of trees and was standing about 20 feet away. With the brush so high, I could only see his head, and I calmed down a bit thinking he could only see my chest. Nothing wrong with a guy getting some fresh air with his shirt off in nature!
I yelled back, "I'm just out for a walk."
"The trail is closed, didn't you see the sign?"
I, in fact, did not. He started to walk towards me, but I shouted back "Sorry, I didn't realize. I'll head back out." and turned to walk way. Hopefully I would be able to get my shorts back on without him seeing me. But when I turned my head he was heading my way. I dropped down and desperately tried to grab my shorts from my bag, but I only just barely got one foot in when he walked right up.
"What the hell?"
That's when I got a better look at him. He was wearing an olive park ranger uniform, with a Fisheries and Wildlife baseball cap. He was a big guy, probably about 6', 250 lbs. Thick, but trimmed black beard, and black curly hair poking out from the sides of his hat. He had a beer belly, and thick, strong arms.
"I, um, I thought I was the only one out here."
"Well clearly." he said, looking down at everything I had on display.
With nothing left to hide, I stood back up, shielding my crotch with my backpack.
"The park's closed this season. The tornado back in March dropped a ton of pines, and damaged the levee on the other side of the lake. It's closed until the state comes up with the money to fix up the place."
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize. A friend told me she hikes out here sometime, and I figured I'd give it a shot. I'll get out of here."
I ducked my eyes down, and while doing so, I noticed him adjusting the front of his shorts.
"Well either it's been a while, or she was also trespassing. No one's supposed to be out here right now. I just have to check on the place every so often."
"Like I said, I didn't know. I'll get out of here."
"I'll follow you out. I'm done with my patrol and I don't want you running off. There have been coyotes out here recently, don't you know that?"
I reached down to pull up my shorts.
"What, you think I didn't already get a good look?"
I didn't respond, just pulled them back up, and turned to walk away. He followed close behind, and after a few minutes he seemed to chill out a bit. As we passed fallen trees, or washed out parts of the trail, he would point them out to me and then complain about how little the governor cared about maintaining these parks. He clearly cared about his work.
"How long have you worked for the department?" I asked him.
"It's been about ten years. I started working as soon as I finished my degree. Studied forestry, but I didn't want to work for the timber companies."
"More interested in taking care of the trees than cut them down?"
"I guess, but the insurance ain't bad either."
"You out here by yourself a lot?"
"Yeah, few other folks in my office, but we're spread pretty thin, so we usually have to do these patrols alone. Not that I'm complaining, it's nice being out here all by myself."
"I enjoy it too."
"No shit!" he laughed. "Although I can't say I don't do the same thing you were up to from time to time."
I blushed internally a bit, thinking about this beast of a man wandering around in these woods bare.
"You seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit before I showed up." he laughed again, and I saw him adjust his cock in his shorts again.
"You do that often?" I asked him.
"When I'm alone." he paused "Or at least when I know I won't surprise anyone else."
"Well, don't let me stop you, man."
He looked at me for a minute, and hesitated. I guess I went too far and startled him. But then he unbuttoned his shirt.
"What the hell I guess, I'm not going to let some trespasser ruin my chance to have a good day."
His chest was tanned, with a thick layer of fur running from his chest and down his belly. He clearly got plenty of sun.
I started walking again, but the sight of him was getting me turned on. I felt myself growing hard again, and scrambled to keep a few steps ahead of him so he couldn't see. I came to another pine tree across the trail, and when I turned to climb over it, he looked down and clearly saw me at full mast. I was pretty nervous at this point-- caught naked by some strange guy in the backwoods of Mississippi and he's seen me hard. This could go badly. I quickly climbed over the tree, he followed, and when I turned back to look at him, he smiled a shit-eating grin and dropped his shorts to the ground.
He was rock hard.
"I think you and I may be on the same wave-length." he chuckled.
I took a deep breath with the realization. "Yeah, I guess so."
He walked up to me slowly, staring deeply at me. I was transfixed, noticing, for the first time, his soft, hazel eyes. He reached out and unbuttoned my shorts. They fell to the ground, and there we were. Face to face, cock to cock, standing under a canopy of oaks and pines exposed to the whole world.
I reached down and grabbed his cock. It was hefty. I looked down, and it was about six inches long and thick. Uncut with a thick foreskin around the head. He was already solid as a rock, and I could feel precum starting to leak from him.
I dropped to my knees, landing in the soft pine needles on the ground. I felt his heavy balls in my hand, and leaned in to smell him. I took in the smell of his pheromones and sweat, feeling them rush straight into my head. I put his cock to my lips, and licked the small bead of precum that had formed. I couldn't help myself any longer and took the full length of his shaft into my mouth. He let out a guttural moan, and I looked up to see his head thrown back. I rolled my tongue up and down his cock, feeling him twitch as I focused on the underside of his gland.
As I sucked him, I grabbed his ass and pulled him in deep. Cautiously I started to run my hand up and down his crack, and seeing no resistance, put my finger against his hole. I looked up and he had his teeth gritted, letting out moan after moan. I started to apply a little pressure to his hole. As I did he started twitching more and more, leaking huge amounts of precum.
All of a sudden he pushes me off his cock. "Fuck man, I'm not ready to cum yet."
He pushes me back with one hand, and I lay on the ground. He gets down on his hands and knees and immediately inhales my cock. I instantly close my eyes, and take in a deep breath. He's clearly no amateur. As he's sucking me, I wrap my legs, with my hiking boots still on, around his back. I lay back and enjoy his eager slurps as he bobs rapidly up and down my cock.
I tell him to turn around.
"What?"
"Just stay on top of me, but rotate around. Like you're 69ing."
He shifted around, and was about to put his cock in my mouth, but I shifted up and spread his ass apart, and found his hole. He was sweaty but clean, and I immediately started to rim him. I must have surprised him, because he popped his head of my cock and nearly yelped before starting to moan. He pushed back, putting some of his weight on my face, and engulfing me in his hairy ass. I started to work my tongue into him, and felt him begin to open up. At this point he completely abandoned my cock, but with a bear's ass in my face, I hardly could have cared.
As I went deeper into him, he began to whimper from the stimulation.
"Do you want me?" I asked him.
He nodded his head.
"Stand up."
He got up and I followed. I brushed the pine straw off my back and grabbed his arm to turn him around. Suddenly, he pulled me in and gave me a deep kiss, catching me off guard. My eyes closed instantly, and I felt his tongue shoot into my mouth. I certainly wasn't expecting that from this encounter.
He let go of me, and I leaned him over the fallen pine tree. He spread his legs wide, and I began to rub my cock down his crack. I was pouring precum, and so I slowly began to rub my cock against his hole. I rocked back and forth on my heels, starting slowly open him up. It didn't take long for me to start to feel him weaken, and I slipped my head in.
He grunted, and I shushed him while rubbing his back. He took a deep breath, and I continued to slowly work my way deeper into him. By the time he fully opened up and I felt myself slide into him, he was taking short, shallow breaths.
I waited for a minute, letting him catch his breath, and feeling the warmth of his body surrounding my cock. He was tight, and it had clearly been a while since he had been with another man. He breath slowed, and I slowly pulled back. As I pushed back in he let out another grunt, but I slid in easier this time.
I couldn't wait any longer, and started slowly thrusting in and out of him. He started moaning, and I could already feel myself twitching. I sped up, but had to suddenly stop before I came too quickly.
Taking the opportunity, he pushed forward, pulling my cock out of him. He laid on his back on the ground, and pulled his legs open for me. I got down on my knees, and put his legs on my shoulders. I found his hole with my cock and started to fuck him again.
He was rock hard and as we swayed back and forth, his precum flew off his head and landed on my chest. I reached down and started to jack him off. I felt myself getting closer and closer and started thrust in and out of him faster. He slapped my hand away, grasping his cock and jerked himself rapidly.
He let out a deep grunt, and started spewing rope after rope of thick cum onto him chest. That sent me over the edge, and I pushed into him as far as I could go, shooting my load deep inside him.
We both were panting, desperately trying to catch our breath. The world came back into focus, and again I could concentrate on the beauty of the forest around us. I looked down and stared at this beautiful bear of a man, covered in his own cum. I felt myself starting to go soft, and I slowly pulled out, and collapsed onto the ground beside him. "Fuck." I said.
"Fuck." he responded.
"I'm Chris by the way."
"Mike."
"Good to meet you."
He let out a chuckle.