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The Hunter By Tyde
The gun season for white-tail deer starts a week before Thanksgiving around here and even though my woods are privately owned, hunters encroach on them from neighboring game lands. My grandfather's nephew actually owns the land and he doesn't give a shit so it is not posted. When I hike into my cove in late November I have to be very careful or I could get shot. After what happened last year, I have learned that the risk can be worth it.
My great-uncle owes 125 acres of wooded mountains. I spend so much time there that I feel like it is my land, particularly on the west side of the property where a stoney ridge drops down to a cove, a narrow valley with a creek running through it. The trees grow exceptionally tall along the stream. The earthy smells from the leaf litter and the light filtering through the dense canopy give it a special primeval quality. It is cool here in the summer and sheltered from the winds in the winter. As a special feature, the creek comes off of the rocky flank of the ridge in a 30 foot waterfall with a deep, wide pool at its base.
This is my retreat and I sometimes forget that the rest of the world is not really that far away. I have a permanent campsite where a granite overhang of the ridge forms a shallow cave. That is where I have supplies stashed so that when I hike in all I need to bring with me is my sleeping bag and fresh food.
Summers, during the day, I usually explore the ridge top but if the heat builds too much I return to camp and strip off my clothes for dip in the pool. The water is cold enough, even in August, to make you lose your breath and force your balls to pull up tight against your body, but on a very hot day the temporary shock is refreshing. It makes your whole body tingle a long time after you've climbed out. I usually just stay naked after swimming since no one hikes into this cove but me. In the late fall, after a swim I can get by with just a woolen Indian blanket draped over my shoulders and a campfire.
One day in November I got a shock when I reached my campsite. I was already on edge from dodging hunters on the hike in, and when I got there I saw a guy with a rifle snooping around in my cave. I heard him before I saw him and quickly took off the bright orange vest I had worn to keep from being mistaken for a deer. I moved to a spot near the waterfall where I could watch every move he made. He could not easily see me and I sat very still while he poked around my campsite discovering the brushed off area where I sleep and the nook where I keep a few of bottles of wine and beer. He looked around to make sure he was alone then laid his gun down and rummaged through the cooking gear that I keep stored on the site. I figured he was looking for a corkscrew and, sure enough, when he found it he opened a bottle of wine and took a big swig. "The bastard," I whispered to myself.
It was unusually warm for late November and the dude took off his hunting jacket and made himself comfortable on a boulder. He surveyed the cove and swigged my wine. It was about 1:00 in the afternoon and I guessed he was done hunting for the day. When he was a third of the way through the bottle he became visibly more relaxed and settled in. He put the bottle down and grabbed the hem of his thermal shirt with both hands and pulled it off in one motion. Until then I could not judge how attractive he was but when I saw his tight abdomen, narrow waist, and muscular pecs with a light patch of hair between them my cock twitched in my jeans. Precum squeezed out of my dick, and since I had no underwear on, I it felt cool as my jeans wicked it away.
The hunter raised his arms over his head, yawned, and stretched. He kicked his booted feet out in front of him and his hands dropped to his thighs with a loud slap. His hands rubbed vigorously over the thick canvas of his hunting pants several times. He reached down for the wine bottle with his right hand while the left hand slid in to cup his crotch. From where I was I could not see his fingers squeezing his cock and balls, but I imagined that was what they were doing. My dick lengthened considerably and pumped another squirt of precum into my jeans. The metallic click of his buckle told me he was opening his pants. He sat the wine down again and used both hands to unbutton his fly. He pulled his feet in and half stood to lower his hunting pants to his knees. He was wearing gray boxer briefs and the bulge in them was clearly visible. He sat back down and reached for the bottle again. After taking a drink he tipped his head back and seemed to enjoy the warm Indian Summer breeze playing over his half-naked body. Soon his left hand went back to his crotch and this time I could see the fabric of his briefs moving as he kneaded his pouch.
My swollen dick was trapped in my jeans so I unzipped my fly and released it. I sighed involuntarily as the breeze cooled the juiced-up tip of my cock. The hunter heard either my zipper or my sigh and paused with the bottle at his lips. He listened for several seconds before finishing his drink. The wine must have been having an effect on him and probably made him think he was imagining things. At any rate, he relaxed right away and pulled the waist band of his boxer briefs down and hooked it under his balls. The sight of his semi-hard dick and large balls made my cock jerk in the open air and caused precum to drool down the shaft. Hiding and watching this hot guy enjoy himself gave me an adrenalin rush. My fingers were trembling as they closed around my dick and smeared its leaking juice around.
The hunter tugged at his dick slowly working his way to the tip where he pinched his foreskin and stretched it well past the big lump of cock head it covered. He sipped the wine then held the bottle tight against his loose ball sack. It must have been a little cold from the cave because I heard him sharply drawn in air through his teeth, nevertheless he held there and even moved it around crushing his balls into his crotch with it. His free hand moved up to a nipple. It looked like he was twisting and pulling at it. He closed his eyes and spread his knees apart as he started swinging the bottle lightly against his balls, banging them with the hard, cold glass while reaching across his chest to work on the other nipple. After about a minute of gently busting his own nuts he held the neck of the wine bottle with both hands and pressed the bottom of it down on his ball sack. The pressure made his now hard dick rise up from his thigh and flop against the glass. I heard the meaty slap and chunk of dick hitting bottle even from my hiding place. He groaned and worked the bottle back and forth on his scrotum to make his cock beat itself against the glass.
It was the first time I had watched a guy enjoy his body without inhibitions. He didn't know I was there and he was intent on working his body over and getting off on it. When he first pulled down his briefs I figured he would wrap his fist around his dick, pump it until it creamed, then pull up his pants and go, but it was soon clear that he was going to play with himself and enjoy every long and varied minute of it. I snatched my own hand from my cock to my mouth and bit down on the side of my finger to keep from cumming. As the urge to shoot eased off, I licked the precum off of my fingers and palm. My dick was vibrating with tension.
Over on the rock, the hunter removed the bottle from his crotch, set it on the ground, and leaned over to untie his boots. As he bent over his hard dick worked its way up his abs and buried its foreskin covered head in the patch of hair between his beefy pecs. I savored the taste of my own precum thinking about the slimy trail his dick was leaving on his belly and chest. That was when the urge to put his cock in my mouth really hit me hard. I reached for my quivering dick and squeezed more clear sweet juice onto my finger then raised it to my mouth to suck it off.
The guy kicked off both boots then peeled off his socks. As each sock came off he massaged the foot for several seconds. He then stood in bare feet and stepped out of his pants. As he hooked his thumbs under the waist band of his briefs he turned his back to me then slid them down to his ankles before stepping out of them. I got a view of his melon-round ass cheeks and his heavy balls swinging low between his legs. I thought I saw a tuft of silky hair in his ass crack, but maybe that was just my hungry imagination. He stood, completely naked, and rubbed his hands across his chest and tight stomach then turned to sit down bare-assed on the rock behind him.
At this point he took a big swig of wine before rubbing the cool bottle across his right nipple and then his left. His head tipped back and let out a groan. My mouth dropped open when he leaned his torso back and raised his legs to balance solely on his butt. With thighs tense and toes pointed he poured a trickle of wine across his chest making sure to soak each nipple before drizzling wine in the furrows of his abs and finally in his crotch. Over his hard dick and balls red wine splashed and rolled down the crack of his ass to stain the rock he was sitting on. My mouth watered and my cock spit out more pre-cum onto my fingers for me to lick off. My throbbing dick made my heart beat visible.
The hunter lowered his feet to the ground and sat up. He put the bottle down then curled over with his mouth directly above his crotch. I thought I would cum spontaneously when he let a long drool of spit ooze from his lips to slather over his cock causing it to jerk up and down when the warm spit landed on it. Three times he spit on himself, twice onto his cock and once onto his balls, before rubbing the slimy stuff into his sack with one hand and smearing it up and down his shaft with the other. As both hands worked in his lap, I looked at his face and knew he was oblivious to anything but his own pleasure. His eyes were closed and he held his bottom lip pinched between his teeth. One hand tugged at his balls and the other ran up and down his dick with a little twist around the head each time.
I rubbed my own cock as I watched him. There was so much adrenalin in my system that my whole body was quivering as I tried to decide whether to stay put and shoot my load on the ground or walk over and lick the wine off of his tight chest. I had never caught anyone masturbating before and sort of wanted to see what else he would do to get himself off, but he was so damned hot and I knew he would be shocked and embarrassed if I walked up on him while he was naked and pounding his meat. That thought cinched it for me. Maybe the shock would cause him to cum while he looked up at me all wide-eyed and startled. If I timed it just right he would pull his hands away and his cock would start jerking on its own and spout cream all over his tensed abs.
Very slowly, I stood up. My dick was still poking out of my jeans when I stepped from my hiding place to stalk the hunter while he played with himself in front of my cave. His preoccupation with his cock and balls made it possible for me to get three quarters of the way from the waterfall to the rock that his meaty, bare butt squirmed on. I was coming at him from behind and slightly to the right when he tensed and jerked his head around to look over his shoulder. I was a fully clothed stranger sneaking up on him and he was scared. The shock did not trigger his orgasm. His cock quivered and swirled as he twisted around to face me but it did not go off. He reached to his left and it was my turn to be scared as I suddenly remembered he had a rifle with him, but instead of the gun he grabbed his shirt and wadded it up in his lap to hide his dick and balls.
"What the fuck! Get out of here, asshole!" He yelled at me, adrenalin converting his fear to aggression.
I responded in kind. "No way, mother fucker. You're in my goddamned campsite and you're drinking my goddamned wine!"
That deflated him and after a second or two he stuttered, " Dude, man, I'm sorry, I was... I was just...oh, man, sorry, I..."
He was fully humiliated by his situation, naked with his dick in his hand. His wide, apologetic face was exceptionally handsome. Then his mouth closed and his eyebrows relaxed as he noticed my cock sticking out of my fly.
"You were spying on me." He paused and stared at my dripping cock.
"Did you like watching? Were you getting off on watching me?"
"I was." I said simply. "Don't let me stop you. I've never caught a guy jacking off before and it's pretty damned hot."
He smiled and the tension went out of his shoulders.
"You serious?"
"Yeah. I'm serious. I've seen everything you've got, so get it back up and finish it off."
He laughed and his smile was huge.
"Fuck, yeah! You can watch. Come over here. It's still up, dude. Look." And he took his shirt from his lap while looking me in the eye.
I stared at his dick. It was nearly 8 inches and as meaty as any I had ever seen. The foreskin was pulled open in a tight ring with his piss slit exposed in the center but it still covered most of his cock head. The head itself was a real knob and the flare was much wider than his shaft. I'd seen dicks this long before but never this substantial. I unconsciously licked my lips. He laughed, twitching his muscles to make his dick slap three times hard against his tight belly.
"That's a fucking nice cock!" I said out loud.
He just smiled and motioned me to move around in front of him.
"What's your name, man?"
"Scott."
"I'm David," he said.
"Spit on it for me, Scott."
My mouth was already watering. As I stepped up and leaned over to drool down on his crotch, he grabbed my dick, squeezed it, and held it in his fist while he smeared the pre-cum around with his thumb. I let a large bubble of spit roll over my lips and stretch half way down to his cock before it broke loose and splattered on his balls.
"That's hot, man. Give me some more."
I let another clear glob fall on his dick. He groaned and began rubbing my spit around on his cock and balls with his free hand.
I was about to step away when he said, "Let me return the favor." He hooked his fingers in my fly and pulled me right up to his face. His tongue licked the slickness off of my head before he pursed his lips and squeezed out a mess of white spittle across the top of my shaft. He quickly rubbed it all around my dick with his hand. I stood still while he jacked both of us with each other's spit lube.
I had already seen him playing with his nipples so I reached over to each one and twirled and pinched them. He closed his eyes and sighed. I pulled and twisted them harder and he said, "Good. Yeah, good."
"Give me some wine," I said.
He kept one fist around my dick and passed me the bottle with the other. I took a deep drink then held the bottle near his mouth and looked down at him. He gave me a crooked smile then opened his mouth. I drizzled wine onto his tongue and let it run down his chest and into his lap. I drew my boner out of his hand as I bent over and pushed his shoulder back to get my lips on his right nipple. I sucked on it and tasted the wine then I licked across his tight chest to the left nip and did the same there.
"Hmmmm," he said.
I gave the nipple a few bites and licks. It was hard and rubbery between my teeth and gave a delicious salty-musk flavor when I sucked hard on it. I pushed him further back until he was lying on the rock. The light hairs on his rippled abs held drops of wine and I eagerly licked them up. I dug the tip of my tongue in his navel and sucked out a thimble-sized portion from it. When I got to his crotch, I lapped wine and spit from his bush. His hot dick pulsed against my cheek. I could not resist it and turned my head to flick at the foreskin opening with my tongue. I dug in and tasted a mix of both his and my spit spiced with piss and sweat. I ran my tongue around under the skin and probed his piss hole. He did not say anything but he rubbed the back of my neck without pushing down. He wanted me to take my time.
The hard, smooth fruit of his dick head was too enticing to hold off any longer. I gently pulled on his shaft to draw the foreskin behind the flared rim of his glans and sucked the head firmly into my mouth. My tongue rubbed side to side on the sensitive anchor of his foreskin under the piss slit and I sucked even more blood up into his full cock head. I tried a rhythmic suck and squeeze, suck and squeeze before forcing the big head down into my throat. He raised his hips and pulled on my neck to anchor his cock as deeply into me as possible. Neither of us moved for several seconds, then I started flexing my throat muscles and wiggling my tongue. He dropped his hips and the cock head rose back up to be squeezed between my tongue and the hard roof of my mouth. I established a cadence of licking, sucking, and flexing while he rocked his hips. He drove his cock from the front of my mouth down my throat and pulled it back, drove it in then pulled back, over and over slowly and deliberately. He had a lot of control which allowed me to accept him down to his root without gagging. While he slowly fucked my throat I rubbed my hands over his tense and rippling abs then up to his red, standing nipples.
It was so good that I wanted to keep it up until I coaxed a squirting load out of him, but he soon put his hands over my ears and slowly raised my head off of his long cock. Just as it was about to escape my mouth it twitched and left a glob of precum on my lips before slapping hard against his belly. He sat up as I straightened and his hands dug into my fly and pulled me close again. I shuffled forward straddling him until my feet were against the boulder and my knees at his ribs.
In a smooth motion he licked the underside of my dick as it smashed against his face then trapped my head between his lips and drove it down his own throat. He paused two-thirds of the way down the shaft, gave a half gag, then pushed passed the narrows to press his lips down to the base. His hands grabbed my butt and held me motionless against his face. His throat was tight and hot around my dick. I flexed my cock and he hummed approval then drew his head back until he could dig the tip of his tongue into my piss slit. He licked it out then sucked the whole length of my dick down his throat. He drew my cock in and out of his mouth slowly and deliberately. While eating me he undid my belt and scraped my jeans down to my knees. One hand massaged my large balls and the other probed in my ass crack.
At the end of a backstroke he pulled off of my cock and raised two fingers to his mouth, coated them thoroughly with spit, then reached around to my ass while swallowing my cock again. He pressed the slickened fingers against my ass lips and gently wormed them into me -- to the first knuckle, then the second, then with a shove and a twist they were all the way inside me. The two fingers were thick and, although the spit was slick, the intrusion caused a twinge of pain, but when the fingers came alive and wiggled independently inside me like snakes, I gasped out, "Ughhh, oh, fuck, yeah!"
David chuckled with my cock in his throat and I thought I would cum right then. He must have sensed it and drew off of my dick, which flexed up and down in the cool air, spit shining on it. Every time the two fingers in my ass tapped on my prostate I groaned and precum oozed out of my dick. David was smiling up at me and began tugging on my balls to pull my dick down and slap it against his out-stretched tongue. He pumped his fingers in and out of my ass and started twisting and squeezing my balls roughly. I loved the half-pain of it and, in return, worked over his nipples, pinching them hard enough to make him gasp.
I was so hot by now that I had to strip down and get naked like David. I backed up to get my legs free of his then kicked off my boots and shucked my jeans. The buttons of my flannel shirt did not want to cooperate so I just ripped them off and squirmed out of the shirt. Once I was bare-assed naked I stepped over to David and swung one leg over his to stand, as I had before, straddling him with my dick on his chin. He looked up with a wicked smile and tickled the end of my cock with his tongue. Then with a wink he brought a hand up to his mouth and filled the cup of it with his spit which he then reached down and smeared on his dick. I had to twist to one side to watch him do it. When he had it thickly coated he brought his hand up to spread the remainder of his slime on the rose of my ass. I looked back at his face and he raised an eyebrow in a silent question.
Without a word I slowly bent my knees. My dick dropped from his chin and bounced rigid in the air between us. I squatted until the blunt head of his cock kissed my ass. There was only a fraction of a pause before I impaled myself on it. I went half way down and he came half way up. When my balls nestled in his pubic hair he was fully inside me. He was big and the pressure in my ass was just shy of painful. He lowered his hips slowly then raised them a bit faster. From then on he was like a well-designed rig pumping me with regular strokes. On the downstroke he pulled out through my ring but never broke contact. The tip of his foreskin seemed to stay in me and ease the reentry of his big cock head. The knob drove right into my prostate and pressed past it to lodge deep in my gut then drew back and the ridge of it scraped my prostate on the way out. My insides squeezed and hugged every vein and ridge of his dick as it drove in then sucked it hard as it pulled out. Precum drooled out of my dick in pulses and slimmed his knotted abs.
He was sweating heavily now. I sat still as if on an invisible chair while he drill-pumped my ass. He supported himself with hands on the boulder while his hips swiveled powerfully. I could tell he would soon cum or collapse from exhaustion so I grabbed both of his nipples with my fingers and pinched. His eyes opened wider and his mouth formed an "oh". His rhythm broke and his hips slammed against me erratically. The punch of it caused my dick to explode cum onto his face and chest. I never touched it. His pounding brought me to a hands-free orgasm. One shot landed on his mouth and his tongue scooped it off his lips instantaneously. As he tasted my cum he quivered all over and I could feel him erupting inside me. His body jerked rigidly for a long time and his rod stirred his cum in my gut with rapid short jabs aimed right at my prostate. That set off a second spasm for me and more cum oozed from my cock.
Our energy was spend. He collapsed back onto the boulder pulling his dick free of my ass as he fell. My own legs shook from holding the squat for so long. I saved myself from falling by lurching forward and sprawling on top of David. Our bare chests slapped against each other then slipped on my lubricating cum until our contours matched up and we lay exhausted with our hearts beating against each other. Glued together with sweat and cum we both slept.
As the afternoon wore on the air cooled down quite a bit and the chill woke me. David stirred as I peeled myself off of him.
"Whoa, buddy, that was so hot," he said.
"You got that right!" I replied while drying my chest with my flannel shirt then wiping his off also.
He sat up.
"Sorry I drank your wine."
Laughing, I said, "I'll let you make it up to me. Let's get dressed and hike out of here to a bar I know. You can buy me a beer."
"Besides," I continued, "I like the way you play and wouldn't mind getting to know you better."
He paused a moment and watched me pull on my jeans. For a second, I thought I had misjudged him, that he would get now get uptight, but he smiled wide.
"Deal!" He said with a laugh, "I guess the hunting today turned out pretty good after all."
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