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“Damn kids."

Following a noise complaint, Matthew had headed out to the area said noise was coming from, only to find the people gone and a mountain of trash in their wake. Beer bottles, cigarette butts, pizza boxes...and was that a bra? Their tents were still there so it did seem that they'd be coming back but he couldn't just leave everything like it was, his inner neat freak wouldn't let him.

So, groaning, Matthew walked back to his vehicle to grab a black trash bag. When he became a park ranger, he hadn't expected so much of his time would be spent cleaning up after rowdy teenagers. At least, he assumed the mess was made by teens, he really doubted someone's grandparents would make such a mess.

He'd only just bent down to pick up a bottle when the snapping of a twig alerted him to something behind him. He looked over his shoulder and smiled a he said, “Oh, hey, Tank. Didn't expect to see you this side of the park."

A large polar bear wearing the same ranger uniform as him stood there, a big, toothy grin on his face as he said, “My side's pretty quiet so I thought I'd stop by and say hi."

Matthew raised a brow. Okay, that was weird. Tank leaving his post just to say hello? Although, Matthew wouldn't exactly turn the bear away if he wanted a chat. He really liked Tank, the two had a lot in common. They enjoyed the same movies, games, foods and were both the offspring of immigrants, albeit from very different parts of the world.

Matthew's full name was Matthew Yamada, the son of a Japanese couple who moved from their home of Hokkaido to America thanks to his dad's job transfer. Japanese people were not very common in the city he ended up growing up in and that's no doubt why he connected so well with Tank. Grizzly bears were common in the area but polar bears? The guy stood out like a lighthouse on a dark night.

Tank's family came from the Arctic and, much like Matthew and Japan, he'd never been there. Along with their mutual interests they bonded over this, both being fish out of water. Although, there was one other reason Matthew liked having the bear around.

Truth was, he found the other incredibly attractive. Not that he was every going to say anything about it. After all, he was a human and anthro/human relationships, while not illegal or anything of the sort, did get many a raised eyebrow from onlookers. Tank already stood out being a polar bear and Matthew wasn't about to make him more of an oddity by having a human boyfriend. Matthew used to think his interest in the bear was purely physical but these days he was realising it was far more than that. Tank was kind and just all around fun to be with. Matthew honestly wished it had been just a physical attraction he felt towards him and nothing more. After all, a crush was harder to get rid of.

Matthew mentally shook his head of the thoughts as he asked, “You came all the way here just to say hello? Things must really be dead on your end."

Tank absent-mindedly scratched his belly and Matthew couldn't help the way his eyes wandered. Tank was just a nickname, given to him thanks to his impressive height and even more impressive girth. The bear had arms like tree trunks and belly so big that the buttons on his uniform looked as though the were about to pop at any moment. It was a big difference compared to Matthew's own average height and lean build and, he was embarrassed to admit this but, he often wondered what it would be like to have those large, hairy arms wrapped around his waist, lifting him up as if it was nothing.

He scratched the dark hair of his goatee as he felt a warmth shoot to his groin, trying his best to ignore it. He did not need to pop a boner in front of the guy he liked. It wouldn't have been the first time that had happened but those past experiences didn't involve a giant arse bear that would but him to ribbons with one slice of his claws if it turned out he didn't like the offending action.

“Are you okay, Matt? You're looking kind of red," Tank said with a tilt of his head.

“What? Oh, um, I'm fine. It's just really hot today," Matthew stammered his reply.

“Oh, really?" A toothy grin showing rows of bone crushing teeth. “I could make it hotter if you want."

“I...what?"

Tank took off his hat and tossed it aside into some bushes before popping the first button on his beige ranger's uniform. Matthew's eyes widened and he dropped his bag kn shock as Tank continued to move downward, undoing every button as he went. He was amazed at how such big, clawed fingers could easily undo such small buttons without ripping them off and he wondered just what else he could do with those hands.

“W-what're you doing, Tank?" Matthew asked, unable to hid the stutter in his voice.

“You've been working so hard lately and I figured you could use a break," he said him a wink, “and I've seen you staring at me. God, could you make it any more obvious?"

“You noticed that?" Matthew practically squeaked.

“I'm a predator, Matt. I need to be able to read my prey."

When the buttons were all undone, Tank slowly slid the shirt off, Matthew's eyes widening at the fur of his shoulder's being revealed, then his upper arms, then his chest (oh God those gloriously dark nipples) and, finally, his plump stomach. The shirt was quickly tossed aside to join its hat brethren. He then made quick work of his belt, letting it fall at his feet, before undoing his pants button and then slowly lowering the zipper.

Matthew felt as though he was about to pass out. His long time crush was doing a goddamn strip tease in front of him. And just what was he going to do to him once all the clothes were gone? Yup, he definitely had a boner now.

Tank turned around, giving Matthew an amazing view of his backside, before slowly lowering his pants, wiggling his rear end slightly as he did so. Matthew's mouth ran dry as he watched the pants, and under, move downward, slowly revealing a plump backside that Matthew wanted nothing more than to bury his face in. Soon those items of clothing were gone as well, joining the void with the others. Matthew didn't care about thinking where they ended up, all he cared about was the white fur that was quickly filling his vision.

Tank turned around and Matthew almost had a heart attack. Turns out Tank's dick was just like the rest of him: Large and impressive. What he wouldn't give to wrap his fingers around that. Then, as if able to read his mind, Tank moved forward, licking his lips.

“You know, it's a little rude being the only one dressed, don't you think?" Tank said with a sly smile.

“Don't need to tell me twice," Matthew answered before stripping himself so quickly, all you needed to do was blink and you'd miss it.

“Someone's eager," Tank said with a chuckle.

“Let me show you just how eager I am."

Matthew moved forward forward and grabbed one of Tank's fleshy pecs, giving it a rough squeeze, placing his other hand on one of his hips as he did so. Tank was a good deal taller than him and he found himself standing on his toes in order to place a small kiss on his lips.

“You grope me but then kiss me like I'm a relative you haven't seen in years? No, Matt, that just won't do."

Then, before he could react, Tank was smashing his mouth against him, his large tongue pushing between his lips, opening them with little resistance. Matthew let him do as he pleased, enjoying the rough nature of his large tongue exploring his mouth, sliding against every inch of him that he could explore. Matthew moved his arms from their previous groping to wrap around Tank's neck while Tank's own moved around to grope his backside.

He felt his claws digging into him, not hard enough to scratch, but still hard enough to feel, to know that, if he wanted, he could slice him into ribbons without even trying. To be at the mercy of such a large predator, to know he could take him and do whatever he wanted to him at at any point was an intense feeling. He was at his mercy and there was nothing he could do if Tank wanted to take him. Fuck, that was hot.

Tank broke away from the kiss and he said, “How about you get on your hands and knees and I give you a little treat?"

Matthew wasted no time in turning around and getting on all fours. He parted his legs slightly, allowing Tank a full view of his balls and already hard member. Tank knelt done behind him and a shiver ran up Mathew's spine as he grabbed a cheek in each one of his clawed hands and spread them, showing off his hole to the warm afternoon air.

“It's been a while since I've seen something so delectable," Tank said and Matthew could hear him licking his lips.

Tank leaned in, breath hot against his skin, and Matthew had to bite his lip to stop from groaning. His attempt at keeping quiet was soon thrown out the window as Tank pressed his large tongue against his balls, and slowly slid upwards, a low moan escaping him as that tongue pressed against him.

Several more licks starting from his balls and ending just atop his sphincter, and Tank decided to try something other than a rimjob. Wrapping his tongue around Matthew's balls, he easily took the human into his large mouth and gave a harsh suck. Matthew gave a garbled cry at this, not expecting to be taken in like that. He could feel Tank's teeth pressed against him and his arousal only grew. All Tank needed to do was press down and Matthew's balls would be his dinner. He had no idea what was so enticing about having a partner who could kill him at any moment but he just couldn't beat the arousal he felt as he took him into that large, toothy mouth of his. Maybe it was the trust? Tank could harm him if he wanted but he knew he wouldn't. They'd been friends for years and there was no way Tank would ever hurt him. Then again, he also used to think Tank would never do this with him. What was with the guy today?

Tank sucked and Matthew gasped. The mixture of tongue and teeth was incredible but he wanted something more. Looking over his shoulder, he said, “Think you could aim a little higher? And with something bigger?"

Tank let go of his balls and, licking his lips, said, “But I'm having fun."

Before Matthew could say any more, Tank was at his hole again, licking it like he was dying of thirst and it was the tastiest popsicle he'd ever had. Matthew could feel his saliva dripping down his leg while his back arched, doing his best to press into that touch even more. Tank's tongue slid into him and Matthew's entire body shook. It was soft, warm, and oh so wet. It was also shoving in and out of him like there was no tomorrow.

Matthew had to admit that being tongue fucked by a bear was not how he expected his day would go but was he complaining? No, not really. In fact, he could have done that all damn day.

“Oh, fuck, yes, just like that," Matthew moaned, his head thrown back.

He could feel Tank chuckle against him and his claws dug deeper into his skin. He wondered if they'd leave marks. He really hoped they did.

Tank pulled away and his tongue was then immediately replaced with the head of his dick. Matthew bit his lip in anticipation of what was about to happen next. Tank placed a hand on each one of Matthew's hips and slowly began to ease himself in. While his large tongue and spit had helped to stretch and lubricate him, Tank's dick was still large enough that going forward was a bit of a battle. Matthew loved every minute of it.

He clenched his teeth and his nails dug into the earth beneath him as Tank moved forward. He filled him entirely but, before giving him the chance to get used to it, he moved back until just the tip was still inside. He soon found a steady rhythm that had both of them groaning and gasping with pleasure.

Matthew couldn't believe he was naked in the dirt on his hands and knees, his polar bear crush's dick inside of him. Matthew's dick was leaking like there was no tomorrow, his droplets of pre mixing and moistening the ground below to make a lewd dirt soup.

Tank suddenly roared and Matthew felt himself being filled with a warm liquid that made his knees quake and buckle beneath him. Tank pulled out and Matthew feel flat on his face, eating the ground beneath him.

He pushed himself back up, spitting out the dirt from his mouth as he did so. “Tank, what the hell?" he coughed.

Tank suddenly grabbed him and flipped him over so that he was lying on his back. Now, hovering over him, Tank said, “Sorry about that, Matt. It just snuck up on me without warning."

Matthew rolled his eyes. “Sure it did. You know, we still have one little problem." He pointed to his still erect member and said, “I haven't come yet."

A cheeky grin spread out over Tank's face. “Don't worry. I'm on it. Literally."

Before he could ask what he meant, Tank was squatting over his erection, lowering himself until the tip of his head was aligned with his entrance. Matthew's head was easily swallowed up by Tank, the familiar feel of lube causing him to slide in without any hassle. After realising he'd prepared himself beforehand for this, Matthew couldn't help but smirk as his entrance engulfed the entirety of him.

“A ranger is always prepared, huh?" Matthew said with a cheeky grin.

Putting a hand on each one of Matthew's pecs, Tank began to bounce up and down. He was heavy, yes, but Tank was doing his best not to put all of his weight on him. Hopefully he didn't slip up. Death by polar bear sex was not how he planned to go.

Being that he'd already been close after being fucked by Tank, it wasn't surprising that he was soon releasing inside of him. What was surprising, however, was Tank coming again, his seed spilling all over Matthew's face. He coughed as the salty taste entered his mouth, hitting his tongue with force.

“Sorry about that," Tank said as he slipped off his now softening member.

Matthew wiped his face with his hand. “Damn, you sure do come a lot. Is that a polar bear thing?"

Tank scratched his chin in thought. “I'm not actually sure. I've never slept with another of my kind. Not exactly many polar bears around here...and it's not as if I'm going to ask my father about it."

Matthew laughed. “I get that." He suddenly felt shy over what he was about to say next, strange seeing as they'd just had sex and were now still nude as the day they'd been born. Then again, sex was easy, the emotions that came with it not so much. So, looking away, he awkwardly said, “Thanks for this, by the way. Honestly, I've admired you for the longest time and all of this? Well, it was just awesome you wanted to do this with me."

“Admired, huh?" Tank leaned in closer. “Is that your way of telling me you have feelings for me?"

“Well, I, uh, may have the tiniest crush on you."

“Tiny? Too bad because I have the biggest crush on you."

“What? Really?"

Tank leaned in and Matthew prepared himself for another amazing kiss when a voice from behind them yelled, “What the fuck?!"

Matthew spun around to find them faced with a group of elderly men and woman, their jaws practically hitting the floor. Matthew grabbed his pants and hastily pulled them on, apologising profusely all the way. First the noisy, messy teens and now he'd flashed someone's grandmother.

He was about to apologise again when one of the old women said, “You come into out campsite and do this? What the hell kind of rangers are you?" She then bent down and picked up the bra, adding, “And if I found out you did something perverted with this..."

Matthew's jaw dropped as Tank burst into fits of laughter. Well, it looked as though that day was going to be full of full of surprises.