Ranger

Fallen branches and gravel crunch beneath your feet as you trapse through the forest. A warmth lingers in the air even as the sun starts to set; almost time to stop and set up camp. That golden light scatters through the trees, and up ahead it silhouettes a figure leaning against a trunk, posture looking a little tense.
 
You can make out fur and a tail, a tall stature. As you advance the other traveller’s ears perk, and the wolf whips his head around. He’s gripping so hard onto a branch that his claws have sunk through the bark.
 
“Ah, oh no – I’m sorry, I should have gotten off the path… I can explain, it’s the spring… The warmth, the scents…” He babbles. For a moment it might’ve looked like he was in trouble, but he’s conspicuously trying to cover the front of his baggy jeans with one hand. His backpack has been tossed to one side; his knees buckle a little as he tries to compose himself. “Just walk by, please don’t tell anyone…”
 
He’s handsome. Subtle blues in his fur flash through the warm light, that big, broad body clearly muscled under his shirt. Somehow, it feels like it’d be rude to just walk right past the big canine.
 
Considering for a moment, you take a breath. “You know, this is a rarely used trail. You, uh – need some assistance?” You ask, stepping closer. There’s a glistening wet patch in his jeans, and they’re bulging hugely in the front, a tent formed around his cock, barely containing him.
 
“…Please, god.” He blurts out, hormones overriding any sense of trepidation. “I can hardly walk… Every step is… Rrggh. You know, if it’s not weird…”
 
Treading back to him, you throw your rucksack up against his. He’s tall, quite a bit taller than you, and that makes his frame even more imposing, the big canine looking at you and biting his lip. “Good to touch?” You ask, and he nods vigorously. Kneeling, you take the button of his fly and pop it open, even that slight shift to the fabric making the wolf shiver. The zipper is wet with pre, as is all the fabric around it, and in moments you’ve slid it all the way down, loosening those jeans so they naturally sag down to his knees. The keys dangling from the buckle clink as they land, and now you’ve got a wolf in his underwear. He steps a little to keep his balance, and even that small movement shows the sheer weight of his dick n’ balls bouncing in their enclosure.
 
Taking a quick peek past him to be sure there’s nobody coming, your fingers slip into the rim of his briefs. They’re soaked, too; hopefully he’s got a change in his bag… He covers his face with a paw as you pull, having to stretch the fabric over his half-hard cock as you go. They slip down to join his jeans around his ankles, and – god, he’s gorgeous. Half of his shaft has slid free from his furred sheath, and the only thing stopping him from pushing out the rest of the way had been his clothes. The moment you lay eyes on the chunk of canine dick it’s already pushing out further, veins subtly pulsing from the surface, that fuzzy pouch letting more of that glistening cock bob into the air before you. A crackle comes from above as your acquaintance sinks his claws deeper into the branch he’s clung onto.
 
Well, it seems rude to stop now… You reach past the twitching pink cock-shaft and sink your fingers into the fuzz of his crotch. The fur of his sheath and thighs is humid, fine strands stuck together by the sweat, it’s kind of fun to swirl your digits around in… The sheath feels taut, bulging around the creature’s knot inside.
 
“Grrrh-grrab behind it… Please…” He guides you. When you encircle the base of his sheath his cock jumps, and he makes a cacophany of horny noises as you grip and squeeze, his pouch yawning around the fat bulb until it POPs into the open. He growls and whines, pumping at the air with his hips in an unconscious motion, a big splatter of pre bursting from his canine tip and slapping you in the chest. “S-sorry! Aah…”
 
That mouthwatering cock is unfairly hot. Twitching and vascular, it looks so alive, bouncing with his heartbeat. That subtle upward curve makes it look slightly like a sword, a weapon to be wielded. There’s no way this guy is going to fit down your throat, and it’s probably the wrong place for a fuck – so instead you just start roaming your hands up and down his dick.
 
The wolf immediately groans, starting to pant and babble out a string of happy noises. Mouth open, tongue hung out the side of his chops, he thrusts gently into your grip as you stroke him, clearly delighted for the attention. Slick and hot, he slides through your fingers effortlessly, and after a moment of slowly jerking him off you realise it’s easier to let him do the work. Making a circle with your hands, you hold your grip steady for him to pump into, the big canine using the full length of his shaft to fuck your hands, reduced to nonverbal sounds of lust as his knot rams against your palms with each push. Having him shove up against you like this, dick slipping and bouncing inches from your face, all that muscle driving him toward you… It’s intimidatingly hot.
 
“Sorry, I’ve… Hhrrfhh, been all day… I’m, think I’m gonna- hhHHRRFhhh!” Those powerful hips deliver a thrust that suddenly forces the great, fat bulb of a knot through your hands, leaving you clutching the neck of his cock right at the base. Those fuzzy balls tense and pull up toward him, and the thick spire throbs, delivering big arcs of cum that shoot just over your shoulder, the wolf leaning forward and half-howling, half growling as he dumps his load into your grip. “Oohhgod, oh… God…” He moans, so much relief in his voice that it’s almost painful. Spurts slowing, he slumps forward onto his knees and half-onto you, leaving you to prop up the panting, horny mess of a creature, his cock smearing down the front of your shirt and leaving a wet patch in the shape of his shaft and knot.
 
“Rr… I’m uh, I’m Ranger, by the way…” He manages to get out through heavy breaths.
 
“Nice to meet you, Ranger.” You grin. “You’re a ranger, yeah? Got somewhere we can, y’know – rest?”
 
Ranger exhales, cock slowly softening and dragging down your T-shirt, the stress visibly pouring out of his body after painting half the forest in cum. “Whoof. Yeah – I do. Help me up, you’re comin’ with me…”