Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2007 18:08:46 -0800 (PST)
From: n/a <jordongeff2004@yahoo.com>
Subject: Father In Law Confidential - November Buck

Father-in-law Confidential - November Buck

by jordongeff2004@yahoo.com

(2nd in series)

	It was a crisp, late November evening in Eastern Canada and we had
just driven for over an hour through back roads to our remote hunting site
- the location of our yearly hunting trip. We were worlds away from Las
Vegas but the memory of my carnal knowledge of Edward was still with me. My
father-in-law, Edward, a short, stocky and "tough as nails" seasoned hunter
in his mid sixties, parked the truck in a tightly overgrown drive way of
sorts, under cover of some trees. The rest of the way to the little cabin
was always by foot, and not just because the driveway was little more than
a foot path from there on in, but because, "Deer don't like the smell of a
warm old pickup," at least that's what Edward would say.
	The temperature hovered around freezing as we stood next to the
truck. I was bundled in layers from head to toe and Edward was wearing his
old camo one-piece hunting suit, which although extremely warm, was also
fitting snugger than ever that year.  Ed was stocky in appearance, nice and
thick in the chest with a portly, "well fed" belly.  He was trim around the
waist and his ass was square and slim - slim from his ass down.  He had the
kind of "mature" physique that drove me wild with fantasies of this horny
old hunter.  His suit just made me all the more excited.  Every time with
Ed felt like the first time and this hunting trip was like a new beginning
for us.

	Before we got the rifles out of the gun rack Edward said, already
using a hushed voice, "If you gotta go, you gotta go here by the
truck. Deer don't like the smell of a man's piss."

	He turned away to pee beside the truck and I turned the other way
to do the same. The air was still, as if slightly stiff from the cold, and
without even a ruffle of clothing I began to hear his healthy stream
hitting the frosty leaves on the ground. I heard him exhale a sigh as he
releaved himself and finished up, but I hadn't even managed to get my cock
out from under three layers of clothing.

	"You're faster than me old timer," I whispered, "Give me a minute
to finish up," and finally popped my cock out and began to wiz out onto the
frozen ground.

	The silence was again only disturbed by the sound of my piss
hitting the leaves, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed Edward
looking my way as he leaned back against the truck behind me. It was
peaceful out the and he loved the silence and the excitement, the
anticipation of maybe a buck going home with us later.

	With more fussing than I could bare I finally finished and managed
to get myself tucked back in.

	We gathered our gear and set off for the cabin, taking our time and
trying to be as quiet as possible. You see, we had baited a spot behind the
cabin with a heap of apples a few days before, and the chances of walking
in on a deer having a snack were really quite high.

	The excitement was invigorating and we shot each other a quick
smile as we neared the cabin.

	Now to call this shack a cabin may be painting the wrong picture,
so let me describe it before I go on. It was a 10 by 11 foot box with a
roof. One door on the front, and one small window on the back. No
insulation, no protection from the cold except for getting you out of the
wind, if there was any. That evening the air was still and the forest was
quiet.

	As we approached we could see there was no deer at the apples, so
we hurried inside to settle in for the big wait. That's really what it is,
no matter how you want to look at it - a big, long meditation game, waiting
for something to happen. We sat down in two wooden chairs inside,
specifically chosen for their solid, quiet construction. You do a fair bit
of shifting in your chair as you sit, quietly, in the twilight of the
cabin, looking out the window.

	We sat facing each other a few feet apart in front of the
window. Edward had the kill shot waiting as he sat on the side with a clear
view to the apples and the stock of his rifle rested on the sill, with the
barrel out the window. The idea was that you didn't want to move anything
to make the shot if a buck should come into range. My view out the window
was out on an opposite angle and I couldn't see the apples at all. My view
was of another animal, and that was just the way I liked it anyway.

	So there we sat. Some times looking at each other, sometimes
glancing out the window, but mostly we sat with our eyes closed, listening.

	An hour drifted by.

	I opened my eyes and looked over at Edward sitting there with his
eyes closed, his legs crossed at the ankles underneath his chair, with his
knees spread wide, forming a nice open V. I let my eyes drink up the
sight. He was a beautiful bull of a man, a little over 5,7 and stocky in
all the right places. A little gray hair at the temples stuck out from
under his cap. He was a rock solid bear with the belly of a man who liked
to spend evenings in front of the TV watching boxing and eating crackers
and cheese. The solid strength of him was only slightly overshadowed by his
nice round mid section - the rest of him was as lean as a fine old
buck. Still I loved the way the suit wrapped around his thighs and showed
off the ample package where his thighs met his crotch. It was a sight I'll
never forget.

	My mind drifted back to memories of his living room, watching him
sitting on the couch across the room - he was watching TV, I was watching
him. There were several poses that got my juices flowing. I remember him
sitting, leaning almost upright, at the end of the couch, one leg stretched
out straight off the cushion onto the floor, the other was bent at the knee
with his foot planted on the couch hiked up near his other knee. This pose
had the effect of pulling the fabric of his light, summer chinos tight over
his crotch and depending on how he moved his bent knee his ball sack would
be clearly outlined and I would watch his goose egg sized balls shift and
roll about as he moved on the couch. He was also a lazy-boy napper during
the day. Often I would find my self home alone with him, watching him nap
fully reclined in his chair while I massaged my own throbbing manhood
through my pants . His thighs would push up his ball sack when his legs
were pressed together and I would watch his chest rise and fall, loving the
view of his cock and balls piled high at his crotch, with his gray slacks
bulging in all the right places. I remembered a time in a hotel room while
on a summer vacation trip to the south, waking up at four in the morning
and seeing him flat on his back in the bed across the room. A single, thin
cotton sheet covered his beautiful body and I watched with amazement as the
sheet began to rise between his loins and in the moonlight I watched his
cock harden and swing from south to north where it came to rest, pointing
straight up onto his belly, like an engorged python after a hardy meal. I
tried to judge the size of it - was it about the size of the telephone hand
set sitting on the table between our beds? Something close to about 8
inches long and obviously thick. I jacked off in the dark hotel room
wondering what it would be like to answer a call on it after the first ring
and talk on it's for hours in deep, wet abandon.

	I suddenly noticed my cock had become rock hard and I opened my
eyes and found myself back in the cabin. My cock was fighting for space to
expand beneith my layers of under garments. It was painful and
uncomfortable and I reached down to rearrange my erection to allow it to
extend upward. I looked up and Edward was watching and smiling, but he just
slowly closed his eyes again, but the slight smile remained. I sat back
again, watching him breathing, and I noticed that as his chest would rise
the crotch of his suit would rise upward, ever so slightly with the rhythm
of his breath. The suit was connecting everything together and I imagined
what it would be like to just grab hold of that package, feel the weight of
his balls and feel the density of his hidden manhood in my hands.

	My cock stiffened again, but this time it was pointing straight up
to my belly, and I covered it the best I could with my jacket. Watching
Edward was something I could do all day long, and I had a feeling he
knew. He straightened his back and stretched slightly, and as he did he
brought his knees together which forced the package at his crotch to
tighten into a large ball atop his closed thighs. He paused briefly in this
position, opened his eyes and watched me grope him with my eyes. I looked
up from his groin, smiled into his eyes and looked back again, making him
aware of the focal point of my gaze. He closed his eyes again, smiled back
at me and spread his knees wide again. A slight sigh escaped his lips. I
could watch him do that all day and NEVER get tired of it. He knew he was a
hot, old bear and I had no problem stroking his ego for as long as he'd let
me.

	I licked my lips as I watched his manly package fall lower at his
groin, but this time the contents had shifted to one side, slightly
favoring the right leg of his suit, the leg resting under the window.

	CRACK!

	The distinct sound of a big animal approaching though the hardwood
forest behind the cabin brought me back from my fantasies. Edward's eyes
flew open and his eyes grew big and round for just a moment. The excitement
level was a tangible thing between us as I watched him turn his head,
slowly, and look out over the apples.

	"I can see him, but he's a long way off at the top of the hill.",
Edward said in a voice so soft it was barely a whisper. From then on every
spoken word was little more than the softest, hushed tones. This was a
thrilling moment, but from my vantage point out the small open window I
could see nothing.

	"I can't see a fucking thing, Edward. I want to watch." I said,
smiling. Now my eyes were wide, my heart was pounding and my cock was
throbbing like a summer sausage on a hot griddle.

	"Come on over here, stay low and do it QUIETLY.", he said, holding
out his left arm to guide me next to him.

	I slowly moved off my chair and inched over toward him. I got on my
knees so my head was just high enough to see out the window and I rested my
hands on top of his right knee to keep myself steady. I still couldn't see
the deer!

	"Where is he?", I mouthed, looking up at Edward.

	Rather than utter a response, Edward pulled me in closer to him so
that my right hip nestled in close to his groin, then he wrapped his left
arm around me and guided me to straighten up my back so that my head was
almost as high as his. He hunched over and guided my head with his left
hand on the back of my head. Edward leaned his face in close to mine and
pointed, slowly, with his right hand.

	"There," he hissed. Our heads were close enough that we could speak
softly and still hear each other.

	"I see him."

	"Awh yeah^Å a beautiful buck," Edward said and I could smell his
breath, warm and sweet as he spoke, as it drifted past my chilly nose,
"That's got to be a six or eight pointer, and some damn good eatin.", he
said and I tilted my face toward him and inhaled deeply, letting his scent
fill my nostrils. Having even his hot, sweat exhaled air inside me made my
knees weak.

	Then without thinking I said, "When I heard that crack I got so
excited my dick got hard." The words were out before I could stifle them.

	"Me too, like fucking iron", Edward said, "and it lasts until I
pull the trigger."

	I suddenly became acutely aware of where I was - on my knees, my
hip pressing up against Edward's crotch, my throbbing hard-on pressed
against his leg and both my hands were on him, my left on his knee, my
right on his upper thigh. And there was no end in sight, because until the
buck came down the hill and into the apples where Edward could get a clear
shot neither one of us dared move. At least not Edward.

	No sooner had those words left his lips when I felt it, long and
hard against his thigh, right under my right hand. I literally shuddered
with excitement I was suddenly so horny.

	"You cold?", he asked and squeezed me with his left arm around my
shoulder.

	"I don't know if I have EVER been this hot." I said slowly, softly,
and I moved closer against him as if for warmth.

	I don't know if he knew what he was doing or not, but as we watched
the buck slowly inch his way down the hill, Edward was rocking his right
leg up and down, ever so slowly, using the ball of his foot as a lever. His
hardened member rubbed against my jacket - my hand on his thigh went along
for the ride.

	"Here he comes," he hissed, sounding more excited than ever and I
squeezed his leg briefly when he spoke.

	I could feel his hot breath on my ear. It was becoming slower,
shallower. Without taking my eyes off the approaching buck I removed my
gloves and let them drop to the floor. I put my hands back into their
positions on his leg and I could feel the warmth of his skin rising through
the fabric of his old camo hunting suit. I could feel the muscles of his
thigh through the soft fabric. With my right hand I could actually feel the
edge of his rock hard, throbbing cock as it reached its way up his pant leg
where the fabric seemed to be stretching to make room. He moved his leg
again and I let my right hand fall by my side, and with the next motion of
his leg I let my hand slip in between my jacket and his leg so I could feel
the hardness of his manhood as he moved his leg. I leaned back and shifted
slightly and looked down at the outline of his ridged tool running out over
his thigh. Edward was hung like ten point buck and I ran my hand over the
length of it, squeezing it tenderly - it was enormous and I completely lost
my mind.

	"Careful boy," he said, "there's no safety on that thing and I
wouldn't want you to get hurt."

	Just when I thought my knees could not get any weaker I had to
catch my self and I leaned forward again, trying to keep from falling over.

	"You want to watch me shoot, don't you?" Edward whispered, more of
a statement than a question and he leaned up close to my head and flicked
his hot tongue against my ear.

	"Do you think I can manage this big buck?" I said, again running my
hand along the outline of his cock.

	"I remember a night in Vegas where you managed just fine, but I'm
willing to let you try your luck again tonight," Edward said, and with both
his hands on either side of my head he forced my face around and stuck his
tongue into my mouth. I felt his day old whiskers rough against my cheek. I
met his tongue thrusts with my own, and when he held his out his tongue,
long and stiff, I milked it up and down with my lips in short, slow
strokes, drinking the hot juices from his mouth. To have any part of this
man inside me was thrilling beyond words. As we kissed, my hand found its
way back along his cock to its root where my hand instinctively cupped his
fantastic ball sack through his clothes, squeezing gently before again
tracing the hardness of his enormous member back up against his thigh.

	"Keep your eyes on the buck outside, and I'll take care of the one
in here," I said and I slowly swung down and around so I was sitting in
between that lovely V of thighs, with the outline of his throbbing meat on
one side.

	Rubbing my left hand over the fabric bulging from his hardened
member, I reached with my right to unzip his fly. I discovered not a
zipper, but a single button, which I flipped over, opening up a hole big
enough for my hand. I reached my inside and I almost lost my load when I
felt something warm and fuzzy - he wasn't wearing underwear! That explained
the quick piss back at the truck. I let my hand explore the beautiful nut
sack that I had studied from afar for all those years. I felt the hairs
bristle under his balls. I reached up to cup them but they were too big to
easily balance in one hand, but they hung low, so I wrapped my thumb and
for-finger into a ring around the base of his sack, up high near the base
of his cock and squeezed and tugged gently.

	"Ummm", Edward groaned, low and deep.

	I reached in, up his pant leg and swung his throbbing member up and
out through the crotch of his one piece hunting suit. God! His horse cock
was beautiful! Long, thick and cleanly cut - one and a half hands long, it
had to have reached more than eight inches and when I wrapped my hand
around it the tips of my fingers barely touched the tip of my thumb. I was
in awe. It felt big against my palm, throbbing slightly, both hard and soft
to the touch at the same time.

	"You like the old mans hunting equipment I see." Edward said, but
he looked back out the window.

	"He's getting closer." Edward said. I looked up into his face as he
glanced down, not smiling anymore, just looking like a man who wanted his
cock sucked. Now. I was not going to disappoint him.

	I jacked his big cock in my hand a few times, getting a feel for
how the skin rolled up over his head on the up stroke. I watched some
dog-water dribble out onto my fingers, and I leaned forward and licked it
up. It was salty and sweet, like some homemade, hand drawn nectar. I put my
lips over the head and jacked him slowly, feeling the skin on his cock pass
my lips on each stroke. My jaw was fully extended. I worked my tongue over
his cock head and teased the underside with my lower teeth. The raw, earthy
taste was heavenly. The faint smell of Old Spice cologne wafted up almost
imperceptibly with the moist heat from Edwards cock and balls. I did a few
more strokes over my lips and suddenly I let go and swallowed as much as I
could down my throat.

	"Jeeeeesssus!", Edward whispered, "Awwww yeahhhhh^Å. Ummm."

	It hurt like hell, but I kept jamming it in and each down stroke
was deeper and longer than the last. Suddenly my throat just loosened up
and I could dive from the tip to the base of his cock and rub my nose in
his soft, brown pubic hairs. I wanted him to fuck my mouth so bad I was
willing to risk choking, risk death by cock sucking - I was determined to
take it all.

	I worked up a nice, steady rhythm. I didn't want to stop. I wanted
to eat this beautiful buck all evening. My senses were reeling and my nose
was filled with a heavy, musky, old hot cock scent that made me want to eat
more. The smell of a sixty four year old hunter's cock and balls bathed in
the juices from my hot, eager mouth was intoxicating. I pulled my mouth off
of his cock and jacked him briskly, pumping his ridged meat with quick
pounds of my fist that ran from just under the head back down to base of
his cock. I sucked first one nut, then the other. The taste of his salt
washed over the back of my tongue. His ball sack was tightening, so I
slowed down on the pumping. I slid my throat back onto him for a few more
slow strokes. I came up for air.

	"Where is he? Are you ready to shoot?" I said, knowing I meant
both.

	"He's at the apples now, chomping away." Edward said, "I'm
ready". Knowing he meant both.

	He brought his hand down and grabbed hold of his tool and I watched
him stroke his cock, expertly cork screwing the head on the upstroke. He
followed this with a flurry of strokes, pinky extended, intended to bring
him close to the edge of bliss, near the warm, sweet edge of orgasm.

	"You'll have to time it Pop," I sometimes called him that, and I
proceeded to go down on him again.

	From tip to base^Å all of him, inside me^Å he filled my throat with
his hot, throbbing cock sausage. Pounding, the edge was closer with each
stroke. His big, hairy ball sack tightened up close to the base of his
cock. Edward leaned over slightly and put the scope of the rifle to his
eye.

	"Faster!" he huffed.

	I was happy to oblige and I slammed my mouth down hard over his
beautiful donkey dick.

	"Now!" Edward hissed

	BOOORACKKkkkk! The rifle let loose a round. You could hear the
large buck fall over into the undergrowth - it was a clean kill. The smell
of gunpowder filled our nostrils. Edward let out a much louder grunt as he
dropped the rifle on the floor and stood up in front of me. He wasted no
time. He took my head in both hands and pounded my mouth with thrusts from
his hips that I never saw coming. I could hardly breathe. My brain boiled -
heat, sweat pain and an impending eruption of cum. I grabbed his ball sack
that was hugging the base of his cock and tugged down.

	"Aww, FUCK yeah!!" he moaned and he slid his cock out of my mouth
and into his big, rough hand and he pumped a load and a half of string
after string of pearls into my mouth and onto my face. My own cock
exploded, untouched in my trousers. I swallowed his cum down like a
starving calf on the udder of a cow. But this was no cow, he was a horny
old buck, and I let him swipe his cum off my cheeks into my mouth with his
rubbery cock, like a squeegee at a car wash. I sucked it clean.

	Edward stood over me with his half deflated member resting on the
chin of my up turned face. I dropped my chin and let his slobbered,
softening member back inside my mouth. I sucked it, running my tongue over
the head, washing every inch of him clean two or three times over. I loved
the sounds he made, like the purr of a big lion getting the attention he
desired from his mate.

	"Now that's what I call good shootin," Edward said and a smile
split his soft face from ear to ear and his hazel eyes twinkled in the
twilight. He run his hand through my hair as I nibbled on the underside of
his cock, tasting the sweat on his balls one more time.

	"And this buck is always in season," he said laughing. "That was
fantastic!"

	This would prove to be yet another beginning of our wonderful
relationship - my father-in-law Edward would continue to surprise me.