Date: Wed, 1 Oct 2014 03:20:24 -0600
From: Ryan Wilson <a_om_24@hotmail.com>
Subject: Camouflage and City Boys

The following story depicts male on male sexuality and is intended for
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This story is purely a work of fiction, any and all resemblance between
characters, names or events and persons living or dead is purely
coincidental.

All comments and feedback are welcomed (constructive critiscm included) and
you may contact me at this email address (a_om_24 at hotmail dot com) I'll
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Tag lines for this short story could include "Gear" "Hairy" "Outdoors"
"Hunting" "Straight on Gay" "Uniform"

Enjoy! ;)

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Camouflage and City Boys By Ryan Wilson

	Andrew surveyed the big imposing truck that with a tinge of gloom,
it would soon take him on the most uncomfortable weekend he had known. It
was a black Dodge Ram 1500. Decked out with top mounted fog lights a large
back rack and a lift kit which made getting in and out of the vehicle a
difficult affair for Andrew. He watched as his soon-to-be brother in law
Mark secured his quad into the bed of the truck, Mark was in complete
contrast to Andrew, a born and bred country boy he stood at nearly 6'5 and
was well muscled, he was geared up for the trip in hunting camo pants and
jacket, his black cowboy hat which he was rarely seen without covered his
tangle of short dark hair. By comparison Andrew, with his dirty blond hair,
was relatively small at 5'5 and no matter how hard he worked Andrews body
refused to grow any muscle so he remained quite scrawny. Having never been
hunting before Andrew had no gear to speak of and scrambled to find
something that seemed appropriate, he wore olive green cargo pants and a
well aged deep green shirt with a faded indistinguishable logo on the
front.

	Having finished his job Mark hopped off the side of the truck
slammed the tail gate closed and headed to the driver side door. "You about
ready to head out?" He hollered, not waiting for an answer he climbed in
and started up the dodge with a roar of its engine.

	Andrew quickly and quietly hopped in the passenger side.Their gear,
along with Marks two rifles, had already been stowed in the back of the
cab, so Mark lit up a cigarette and began to tear down the dirt road at a
speed which made Andrew uncomfortable, although he said nothing. The drive
was long and there was little talking between them, Mark seldom responded
with more than a few grunts of yes or no and only picked up the
conversation when Andrew asked about his sister and Marks fiancé,
Catlyn. It had been Catlyn's idea for Andrew to tag along on this hunting
trip, she must have figured this the perfect opportunity for some male
bonding and a good step toward introducing Mark to her family. Andrew came
up with every excuse in the book to get out of the trip including faking
sick. But his older sister was wise to Andrews tricks and when Catlyn
showed up with soup, only to find him fully engrossed in a stack of new
games for his PS4 his fate had been sealed. Andrew couldn't help but feel
intimidated by the man, who at 34 was a decade older and far more masculine
than Andrew figured he'd ever be. Judging by his demeanour so far it wasn't
Marks first choice to take Andrew along either.

	Nearly an hour later Mark pulled his truck into a small turn off on
the dirt road which lead into a small atv trail, the area was remote and
untraveled but Mark knew it well, he backed his quad off the truck and
Andrew did his best to help him to load their tent, the two rifles and what
little other gear they had onto the quad. "Normally the other boys bring
their own rides when we go out." Mark said, "but this time I guess we're
gonna have to double up."

	It was another uncomfortable 45 minute ride down the trail. There
was hardly any room for the two of them with all their equipment and Andrew
sat pressed against Mark wrapping his arms around him for stability. He
could tell it made Mark feel awkward to have another male passenger
clinging so close to him though Andrew couldn't help but enjoy it. At times
the path was little more than a game tail, with small branches whipping in
their faces, Andrew wondered how Mark managed to keep his Stetson on his
head the whole time. When they finally reached their destination; a
circular clearing of poplar trees in the midst of foliage near the shore of
a small, sleepy lake, the sun had just begun to set. While Andrew worked on
the small tasks assigned to him by Mark he began to understand why a man
might come all this way out into the wilderness for something he found as
trivial as hunting. The cool autumn air was invigorating and the serene
beauty of the forest in the midst of fall was breathtaking, but Andrew
found the silence of it all unnerving, he was used to the continual drone
of the city. By the time they had finished setting up it was well into
evening and darkness settled over them, Mark lit up a cigarette and after
he finished they quietly ate a dinner of cold roast beef sandwiches by
flash light before crawling into Marks small tent for the night. Andrew
wondered if his sleeping bag, which had been made for warm summer camping
would keep him warm in the night, he bundled up as best he could. Of course
Mark had come prepared, with his bag made to keep you warm even in the dead
of winter, he had striped out of his hunters camo down to his boxer briefs
before laying down and covering himself. Andrew had fully enjoyed that
experience, drinking in Marks lean and muscular body, his chest covered in
black furry hair and a treasure trail down to the obvious bulge of his
manhood. Andrew couldn't help but wonder how loud Mark could make Catlyn
scream in the bed, he only hoped that Mark couldn't tell how much he
enjoyed the show, but he figured the sleeping bag covered him enough to
hide anything. After Mark settled in and was snoring, Andrew continued to
lie awake, quietly shivering.

	Most of the next day was spent stalking through the woods, Mark
didn't seem to be the conventional hunter in that he preferred to walk the
forest in search of prey of any kind looking for fresh tracks or areas that
had recently been foraged by hungry animals, they carried no reflective
vests and had no hunting license of any kind, where Mark had taken them was
truly the remote wilderness with no one around for miles and miles, no fish
and wildlife officer ventured here, let alone another hunter. Andrew tried
to remain as quiet as possible and let Mark take the lead, he didn't know
how to shoot and only carried a rifle because it was expected. A few times
Mark seemed to pick up the trail of a group of deer, and once thought they
were on the trail of a black bear, a thought that sent Andrews heart to
nervous racing. However later in the day it became apparent Mark was
getting disappointed with the lack of results, he would find promising
evidence then cursed and swore when it didn't produce and results, although
he couldn't tell, Andrew was certain Mark had them heading back toward
camp. It was then he saw it, drinking from the lake, a buck with the
biggest antlers Andrew had ever seen, the waves lapping against the shore
had masked the sound of their approach. Mark had been looking the other way
the whole time, focusing on getting back, rather than taking the shot
himself Andrew tugged on the back of Marks jacket.

"Look" he spoke softly, "by the lake, Mark."

	He said nothing in response he simply raised his rifle, focused and
shot. The buck went down with little argument, having likely been hit in a
vital organ.

"Well damn Andy!" Mark exclaimed smiling. "Guess it wasn't such a bad idea
to bring you along after all! Look at the rack on that fucker!"

	Andrew beamed, glad to have impressed the man, and happy to have
earned a nickname, though no one ever called him Andy. It was well into the
evening by the time they dragged back the buck back to camp and secured
it. Mark seemed plenty happier showing Andrew the tines and other parts of
the antlers and how to come up with a score based on that. Andrew gathered
firewood while Mark pulled out an impressive set of hunting knives and
cleaned the carcass, he even cut some strips of meat off for their
dinner. After they ate dinner Mark donned his black Stetson cowboy hat and
busted out a 2 6 of whiskey he took a few chugs and passed it to Andrew who
took a large swig of the bottle, the whiskey burned its way down his
throat. They sat around the fire passing the bottle and shooting the shit
while Mark smoked, after they finished nearly 3/4 of the bottle both of
them were drunk and Mark shifted the conversation toward women. He talked
of his previous conquests, his first time in the back of his daddies pickup
truck, a blond he fucked under the bleachers at his high school and he
gripped his crotch and smiled when he talked of a large breasted girl who
was fond of giving road head on the drive before dropping her off at her
parents place. After he had told some of his stories he looked at Andrew
through his glazed eyes and asked "well you're a young man Andy, what about
you?"

	Andrew froze, used to these questions he had a number of fictional
stories to tell but the haze of alcohol clouded his judgement and before he
could think better of it he blurted out "I'm gay."

	Marks eyes widened in surprise, he tilted his Stetson back on his
head a bit and could only say "uh huh."

	Andrew took another deep swig of the whiskey and choked it
down. They sat awkwardly for what seemed an eternity before Mark lit up
another cigarette, he took a long drag from it, stood up and walked over to
Andrew. Grabbing the bottle with one had and gripping Andrews shoulder with
the other Mark pulled him off the fallen log where he had been sitting to
his knees on the forest floor, he blew out a puff of smoke down at Andrew
and said "well that's what you want isn't it?"

	Andrew looked directly into Marks crotch, his tool snaked its way
down the leg of his camo pants, still stiff from earlier, Andrew was
dumbfounded. Mark grabbed Andrews wrist and placed his hand on top of the
outline, "go on then boy." He insisted.

	Andrew gripped the cock in front of him, and began to rub the
hunters cock through his camo pants, it was massive, must have been 9 1/2
inches and it filled Andrew with drunken lust immediately, his own cock
having tented in his pants long ago. Andrew undid the button and fly of the
camo pants and was surprised to see Mark had went commando for the day, he
reached in and pulled the monster loose and it hung there for a second, 9
1/2 inches of glorious uncut manhood, Andrew gripped it again and beat it
against his face enjoying the heft and feel of it there. Andrew couldn't
resist long before he slipped it between his lips, he swirled his tongue
inside Marks loose foreskin, forcing a groan of approval from the hunter as
he downed the last of the whiskey and threw the empty bottle in the
fire. One hand smoking a cigarette the other on the back of Andrews head
Mark forced him up and down his shaft, Andrew clung to Mark both hands
gripping his camouflaged ass as he serviced him. Slurping and sucking
Andrew greedily took Marks cock, taking time to suck his lightly hairy
balls and to sniff the musk of masculinity mixed with campfire smoke, while
Mark lustily enjoyed his cocksucker, muttering "fuck ya" and "damn andy" as
the campfire flickered behind them. Andrews mouth filled with gobs of Marks
precum, he savoured the sweet almost salty taste of it, and he wanted it
all, he tried everything he knew that made a man cum, jerking and sucking,
deep throating as best he could but he couldn't get Mark to blow his
load. Finally Andrews jaw began to ache and he couldn't take anymore, Marks
cock popped out of his mouth and with one hand he jerked it while the other
reached up and unbuttoned Marks wrangler shirt he wore underneath his camo
hunting jacket, all so he could run his hands through Marks manly chest
hair.

	Andrew looked up into Marks drunken eyes, shadowed by his black
Stetson and whispered "I can't do it, I can't make you cum."

	Mark looked down at him and said "fuck you're a good cocksucker
Andy, must be the whiskey dick."

	But Andrew couldn't end this glorious moment at that and whispered
"fuck me." Mark seemed surprised "you mean like in the ass?" He questioned
"doesn't that hurt?"

	"I can take it, I want you to cum so bad" Andrew replied.

	Mark grinned and picked up Andrew, and bent him over the log he sat
on earlier. Andrew hurriedly pulled his cargo pants down and presented his
tight round butt to Mark who slapped his ass and pushed his cock head to
Andrews hole, he let out a snort and spit onto his cock, mixing with his
precum and Andrews saliva. Mark took only a second before pushing his cock
head in past Andrews ring, and he let out a groan of pain as Mark pushed in
hard and took him like a woman, pulling out and slamming back in hard,
Andrew screamed at the pain, "thought you said you could take it like a
man" Mark said. Andrew could only moan in response but even then he could
already feel Mark hitting his prostrate and his hole loosening from the
assault. Andrews moans echoed in the dark forest as the hunter took his
pleasure, burying his cock deep inside before pulling out again and again,
before long Andrew was begging for Mark not to stop. And he didn't, for at
least a half hour Mark, still in his camo, pounded Andrews tight hole
growling out "fuck ya you got a tight cunt Andy, you like a that cock boy?"

"Yesssss" was all Andrew could sputter out as Mark furiously rode him,
fuelled by booze and lust. That was all Andrew could take, he shot his load
out onto the log below him having never touched his dick, his hole
tightened as he shot out, and Mark gripped his ass so hard in that moment,
"fuuuuck that's soooo good Andy" he moaned, in the next instant Andrew felt
his hole fill with hot cum, Mark let out a howl as he shot his seed deep
into Andrew. For a few moments after he came Mark continued to slowly
thrust his cock in and out of his newly claimed hole, pushing his seed in
deeper, finally he slapped Andrews ass one more time and said "damn fine
ass" as he withdrew.

He left Andrew bent over the log, semen still oozing from his hole, and
stalked off to the tent. Andrew stayed there, gasping and breathing hard
trying the wrap his head around what had just happened. He had just
received the hottest roughest fuck he had ever known from a man he would
have never suspected. Andrew gathered his nerves and got himself off the
log, he lightly cleaned his hole, enough that the mess was gone but he
could still feel Marks seed inside of him. Once he had done that he
stripped down to his boxers and quietly climbed into his spot In the tent,
not knowing if Mark had passed out yet. As Andrew lifted the cover of his
sleeping bag open, Marks arm reached out and wrapped around him, pulling
Andrew into him. "You're gonna freeze in that" was all Mark said as he
covered and zipped them into his large sleeping bag. Andrew wrapped one arm
around Marks naked body, nuzzled his head into Marks furry chest and fell
asleep wondering what tomorrow would bring, and if this would ever happen
again.