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I liked calling Yellowstone National Park the United States' crown jewel of nature. A gemstone of what made the North American continent such a paradise on Earth. At least, before it became a landscape of shopping malls and superstore parking lots. Yellowstone didn't just possess magnificent geysers, interesting landmarks as well as hiking trails for days.

Seriously, I didn't purchase a camping lot for five days just to simply hook up with the first gay twink stud lucky enough to show up on any sex apps. I really enjoyed nature. I wanted to hike along the Yellowstone valley, here owls hooting, smell the rich scents of the forests, witness Mother Nature's wonders, and feel the cool gusts of wind brush over my fur. All of it ignited something primal in me that made all the troubles of the world wash away.

When a notification did pop up on Howlr, I'd expected to see the profile of a handsome camper or married stud looking to lift his tail, not a Yellowstone park ranger. A raccoon in his mid-thirties and sporting a ranger uniform I desperately wanted to tear off, the profile said his name was 'Bud', and he wanted to, "Have fun on boring nights in my watch tower."

We exchanged a few messages before he finally offered instructions on where to find him. I meandered later that night down an isolated hiking trail and through a gathering of dark trees until I spotted a wooden structure jutting brightly beyond the tree line, which in turn overlooked a good portion of the park. I spotted movement through the lit windows of the watch tower. As instructed, I found a wooden staircase and meticulously walked up it after sending a message that I finally arrived. My phone buzzed in my shorts, yet I ignored it, instead admiring the rising view as I further reached the top. Gathering my breath and momentarily distracted by the sight of a disappearing sunset on the horizon, I turned to the front entrance, and knocked four times. It opened, so I stepped in to see a raccoon ten years younger than me, nervously smiling at my presence as he pocketed his smartphone. The raccoon's bushy tail wiggled like he'd finally discovered gold.

"Hey," Bud greeted awkwardly. "How, uh...how's yer time at the park?"

"Wonderful, sir," I replied with a genuine smile. "Simply wonderful."

"That accent of yers...ya from Europe or something?"

"Greece, but born in Germany," I answered. "How about you?"

"Born and raised in Forest Springs," Bud stated as we stepped forward in mutual growing comfort of each other's presence. "It's a really small town just east of this place."

I glanced around the watchtower and its surrounding area. "Don't get much action up here?"

He quipped, "Not during this season and certainly not on this side of the park."

The interior of the watchtower could be best described as a mixture of a college frat house and a hunting cabin, save for more technical equipment like radios and whatnot. One corner of the impressive space contained a couple of beds, with some posters covering up the windows around it while the rest around the structure looked out into the surrounding area. Among the more notable things on the nightstands were tissue boxes and the noticeable aroma of spent spunk. One of them smelled strongly of raccoon.

Bud graciously stepped forward to pull me into a light kiss. We sensually tested the waters with our tongues, enjoying the taste of male on our lips until I felt the smaller mammal begin to unzip my jeans. He kneaded at my growing bulge but didn't wait long to simultaneously drop his pants while yanking mine down.

Embarrassingly, I did giggle a little when my cockhead bounced off his nose. "Shit," he murmured, rubbing the spot.

"Sorry."

"Don't be." He mumbled, "...shit, you're thick."

Bud did not spend much time servicing my member and orally probing my sheath. His virile tongue spent too little instances prodding beneath the taut skin, lavishing my shaft until it was hard and soaked with his spit, then promptly stood to lean against the wall closest to what I presumed to be his bed.

"Ohohoho," I laughed deeply at the familiar scent, sight, and sensation of dripping cum. "What do we have here?"

"Another stud came in me half an hour before ya did," Bud trembled into my back, flexing and pushing his exposed rear end against the tip about to spread him wide open. "Heh, a coworker. Claims to have a girlfriend, but d-don't mind using me. This...This don't bother us, does it?"

"Being sloppy seconds?" I questioned, only to smirk. "Nah. What species was he?"

"Grizzly."

"Good." I gripped his raised tail and aimed my cockhead to its intended, snug target, "Then you'll be able to take me easily."

I easily fit inside of the raccoon like a glove. One paw gripping the base of his twitching tail and the other fondling the swell of his right ass cheek, my singular thrust made him emit a delicious gasp. Bud arched his back against my chest, moaning loud enough for us to be heard outside the watch tower's overlook. I even felt certain that a few birds flew from the trees due to the lad's echo. It rang in my ears like a happy chorus, then shriveled into a whimper indicating for me to begin fucking another load inside him. I felt it too when his fingers reached backwards to grab his bushy tail from me, then give an approving nod towards the window's reflection.

"F-F-Fuck me..." he whimpered.

"What was that?" I teased the ranger bent over for me. "I didn't quite hear you there?"

"Fuck me!" He growled, pushing his rear against my cock until it reached the base, making him wince and moan. "Oh, fuck...harder! Go harder! Be rough on me!!"

"As you wish," I snarled with a lewd grin. "The safe word is 'Yellowstone'."

True to my word, I brutally fucked him against window looking out into canopy of trees. Anybody looking up from ground level would see a park ranger with his paws gripping the windowpanes while sporting a drooling expression of euphoria. They'd perceive him moaning from far away, his cries combined with my feral growls as I felt his ass convulse around my cock, followed by his climax. They'd hear my hips loudly slam back and forth against his bare ass cheeks, reddening due to my rapid thrusting. They'd also have definitely heard me pushing one final time to knot the park ranger, pinning him to the window as I bowled to the moonlight.

Ten to twenty minutes of lustful making out later, my knot deflated enough to pull out, and I lied on the nearest bed with my arms relax to behind my ears, humming as Bud cleaned my cock up. Boy, did he clean it up well. Those dedicated lips stroked my still erect dogcock up and down. They feverishly suckled on the tip, kissed the shaft, and nuzzled into the scrotum before returning to the tip once again. Bud knew what was doing, clearly. He must have swallowed quite a bit of my load that hadn't leaked out of his ass.

"Woah," he chuckled while wiping his chin of my seed, then wiped it on a towel nearby, "Aren't ya a rival Old Faithful, eh?"

My post-afterglow mind didn't understand at first. "Old Faithful--oh, right!" I panted in amusement at his analogy. "Yeah, plenty of lads before you have told me I shoot like a geyser."

"I think you shot into my colon," Bud chirped before joining me on lying along his own bed, fitting perfectly along my chest as my ankles hung over the shed footboard.

"I take it you've invited guys here before?" I asked the raccoon, whose ears perked up.

Bud faked a shocked gasp. "How did ya know?"

"Intuition, I reckon," I smirked at him as his snout lay on my rising and falling pecs. "Plus, this bed isn't collapsing under our weight, and you sucked my dick really good there for a park ranger."

"Been practicing since high school," he laughed, as did I. "Ya sleeping in a tent tonight?"

"My truck," I answered, fully knowing what the raccoon would ask next. "Why? Do you wanna see it for yourself?"

"Well," he proposed, "I might be interested in seeing what camping in the backseat is like. I hear it's going to be chilly tomorrow though. The kinda chilly where ya need to keep warm and tasty, if ya catch my drift?"

I licked my chops and replied, "I certainly catch your drift, and it's a date."