Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2008 14:45:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Coco Lyons <huntrgreen100@yahoo.com>
Subject: Driving to the Hunt Part 2

The second installment in the recap of the best week of my life.  All
willing participants were above legal age.  All the events are true to
the best of my recollection, only the names were changed.  If you think
this was you, drop me a line.

We pulled off the road and up the gravel and ice driveway to the
3-bedroom double-wide that served as the hunting camp during the season.
It was owned by Rolphenberger or Rolphie to his friends.  We drove the
hundred yards to the clearing in front of the barn on the property that
was there for 100 years.  There were two cars already there, Rolphie's
white Hemi pick-up truck and another guy, Roy's, F-150.

We rolled to a stop and Warberg cut the engine.  It was very quiet for
what seemed like a minute before he put his hand on my thigh, looked at
me and gave me a squeeze.  I was still a little dizzy over the action we
shared not 30 minutes ago and I wasn't sure what would happen over the
next week.  Would he say anything?  I was edgy and needed to jerk off for
some relief.

He walked through the door first into the large, dark living room where
Rolphie was up watching TV.  He jumped up to greet us and help us with
the gear.  Rolphie was a bear of a man.  5'11",  about 230 with a full
head of silver hair and a perpetual 5-day silver beard.  He's an
ex-union guy too and you can tell by the swagger and direct tone when he
talks to you.  He has a barrel chest with big man boobs that he
accentuates with tight union t-shirts.  He was wearing an operating
engineers shirt, flannel boxers and thick wool socks.  He was a little
hard of hearing.

Looking over at the TV, I noticed a paused porn movie of some girl giving
head and I grinned to myself.

"So, let's get you gear away so we could have a drink"  Said Rolphie.
We unloaded the car and while doing so, Rolphie said that Roy got the
good guest room with the queen-size bed.  Me and Warberg would share the
third room with the full-size bed and the bunk beds.

"Well, I get the big bed" he said with a smile.  Great, sleeping in the
bunks.  I thought

We got all the gear away and all the clothes and guns out for the morning
and we went out for our drink.  Roy was awake, he must have heard about
the drinks.  And we toasted while the porn ran.  A blond hooker getting
blasted in all her holes by big black jocks.  Perfect.

After about an hour I decided to go to bed as I was spinning from the
blow job and porn and needed relief.  I took a shower and thought of the
cock in my mouth as I lathered my hole and jerked off.  All clean and
drained I dried off threw on my boxers and t-shirt and went to the room.
While walking back I saw the three men laughing in the living room and
looking at me as I walked by.

About 20 minutes later Warberg finished his shower and came into the
room.  He was dry but covered only in a towel.  Hair slicked back and
tight towel showing his manhood.  He closed the door, stood there and
stared at me.  This was the first time I saw him like this in the light,
and I was super turned on.  He had a much bigger upper body than I
thought with a couple of tattoos and a nest of salt and pepper hair on
his chest.   His gold chain that I would normally think was gaudy, really
did the trick to give him a hot, daddy look.

I stood up and he closed the distance between us, he threw his hands
around my waist and kissed me.  He moaned deeply as I opened my mouth to
accept his tongue and I sucked it in deeply as I wrapped my arms around
his neck.  Our erections rubbed against on another as we ground our
bodies together.  I was dizzy, it felt like it did when I was a teenager
getting my first kiss.  It was too hot.

He dropped his towel and that cock that I loved in my mouth only a few
hours ago sprang to life like a diving board.  I stepped back and he took
off my shirt.  I pulled the boxers off and we fell in the full bed.  We
continued making out as I rubbed his cock and he rubbed me all over.  I
felt his cool skin get warm and I just had to go down on him again.

As I suck on his big fat cock, he reached over to the nightstand and
pulled something out.  I heard him pull off the lid and immediately
recognized the sound of Vaseline.  Funny how he knew it was in there^Å

As I sucked and played with his balls he pulled a big dollop of Vaseline
and pushed it up my clean, eager ass.  I moaned with lust and pushed by
ass against his hand and his fingers went in to smear it around.  He
pulled me off his cock by my hair and lubed himself up as well.

I almost jumped off the bed and onto all fours when he told me to turn
around and then the fun began.  He lined up his cock, holding it in his
right hand, put his left on the small of my back and pulled us together.
The head went in with no problem and he pushed an inch or two more in. My
ass clamped down and it hurt so he stopped and waited, putting his other
hand on my waist.

He rubbed my back and told me to tell him when I was ready, but I didn't
need to say anything.  After a minute or two, my ass relaxed around his
cock and he pulled out a bit and drove in a few more inches.  It hurt,
but I was in heaven!  He waited a minute more and the stroking began.
First slow and shallow, then deeper and longer.  I was sweating almost
instantly, and knowing what I know about older men, we were there for a
while.

He pumped me with a stead rhythm and ran his hands all over my body as he
moaned and grunted and cursed at me.  We fucked like dogs for at least 10
minutes before I couldn't take it anymore.  I needed a break.  It began
to feel like his cock was a plunger and my guts were being sucked out of
my ass.  Has this ever happened to you?  I begged him to stop for a
minute.  I needed to move.

He stopped and pulled his cock out of my ass.  Quickly I pulled a pillow
down, flipped over to my back, put the pillow under the small of my back
and lifted my legs up, beckoning him to resume.  He loaded a little more
grease on his cock, lined it up and drove it home with one push.  I
rested my ankles on his shoulders, he bent over me, hands on the bed on
either side of my head and pumped away while looking into my eyes.

I moved my legs down and wrapped them around this stud as he drilled my
hole and he told me to open my mouth.  I opened wide and he spit in it
and told me to swallow it.  I did and he kissed me with lots of tongue.
He was riding me like a cowboy now, looking into my eves and muttering
curses the whole time.  He called me bitch, faggot, whore punk, pussy^Å
It made me dizzy.  The more he fucked me the more I moaned softly and
begged him to fuck me.

"Beg for it, bitch^Åyou fuckin' faggot^Å.take it^Å"

"MMMmmmmf^Å Aw God!!!  Oh Jesus, fuck me daddy, Ow, it hurts, fuck me
harder!!!"  Who was this? I thought.  I was becoming a cock whore,
wanting it, needing it, begging for it^Å

And just when I thought I was falling in love, door opened and Roy came
in looking for Warberg.  I was mortified!  I was on my back with a cock
being driven into me repeatedly and this bozo just walks in.

Well, he was just as shocked he ran out and I loosened up again.  Warberg
was getting close again.  He was picking up the pace, sweating like a
marathoner and grunting faster and louder.  With his belly rubbing so
fast against my cock, I lost it right as he came into me.  He long-dicked
me a few times and then went shallow as he pulsed again and again.

He started to back out and I asked him to wait a minute.  He paused,
pushed it all the way back in and hugged me tight.  "shit, you took it
all, fuckin' queer.  You'll be alright this week, lots of cock up here
for you."  I was spent.  In a while he got soft and it slid out by
itself.  We washed up and went to bed.  We had to be up at 4:00 in the
morning!

MUCH more to follow.  Did you like this story?