Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2008 17:03:58 -0800
From: Oregon Bear <oregonbear9@gmail.com>
Subject: The Hunters

This story contains graphic descriptions of gay, adult male to male sex.
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				The Hunters

   	We had spent first day of elk season watching the weather get
nastier, as a cold front moved in, turning the early morning drizzle into a
hard cold rain by late afternoon.  It was opening day, and Todd and I had
left my house at 4 a.m., and rode my big four wheel drive pickup up into
the woods, to the abandoned log landing we had scouted for the last several
months.
	Several large bulls were in the area, and the landing and a few
spur roads offered us some great hunting.  At first light, Todd had started
down the first spur road, as I took up my post by a large stump at the
point overlooking the drainage of Bear Creek, watching Todd's red hat and
orange vest, Todd slowly walking down and then circle around the large
clear cut.
	An hour and a half later, he joined me at the stump, and we filled
our thermos cups with another round of hot coffee, as the drizzle fell.  My
beard was soaked from the thick air and mist, and the coffee chased the
morning chill under my long underwear and flannel shirt, warming my toes in
my camo hunting boots.  We glassed the area with our binoculars while we
sipped our coffee, finding no sign of the bulls, and only spotting a few
cow elk on a distant ridge.
	I took my turn down the spur road, as Todd took my place on the
stump.  I walked silently down the old spur road, my boots slopping in the
mud and the wet red and orange leaves fallen on the old road, as I scanned
the nearby clear cut for any sign of elk.  I saw a few fairly fresh piles
of elk scat, and some washed out hoof prints, but no elk.  Stopping to pee
by a big log, I almost pissed on my boot as a deer jumped out in front of
me.
	As I walked back up the steep hill, on the second spur road, I
stopped several times to catch my breath.  Despite my hard work at getting
myself in shape for the hunt, including a daily three mile walk around my
neighborhood, and every other day sessions of weightlifting in the garage,
I still had to stop and pant, my armpits damp with sweat, even as the
temperature kept dropping, and the drizzle began to turn to cold rain.
	We ate our lunch in the pickup, enjoying the heater, as we drank
the last of our coffee, and planned our afternoon hunt.  As we warmed up,
our fingers turning red from their nearly frozen state, Todd began to tell
me of his latest squabble with his ex-wife.  It was a sad story, with the
same tale of his ex's resentment and anger with Todd, and the interference
by her new husband in what little remained in their relationship, and the
selling of their house.  Todd's storytelling revealed his anger and his
resentment at her new-found sexual happiness with the new husband, and her
blunt opinion of Todd's failures as a husband and as a lover.
	I listened patiently, and tried to turn the conversation around to
Todd's life after the divorce.  He lived by himself now, in a studio
apartment, working long hours at his job, and having little or no time for
friends or the things he liked to do.  This hunting trip was a rarity for
us now, as Todd almost always found an excuse not to go fishing, or join
his old buddies for a poker game or catch his old home town's high school
football or basketball team at a game.  He had even given up our Wednesday
evening jam session, where we played our guitars and banjos, and sang our
favorite songs.
	Todd admitted he was tired of being lonely, and tired of fighting
with his ex, and had hoped this hunting trip would be a start of a new way
of living for him.  He needed a break, and wanted to enjoy life again.
	He started to tell me about his last attempt at a date.  He had
mentioned last week, when he called me to finalize our hunting plans, that
he was going out on a second date with a friend of one of his co-workers.
He mentioned a few details, and then choked up.
	He was close to tears as he talked, and I put my arm around his
strong shoulders, assuring him he was a good man, and my best friend.
	"You don't have to play her game anymore, you know.  You have your
own life now, and you can live by your own values.  Her expectations for
you don't really matter anymore, Todd," I said, as I pulled his shoulder
closer to me.  It was as close to a hug that Todd could accept.  He'd never
been a touchy-feely kind of guy with me, even after all these years.
       Todd wiped his eyes, and blew his nose, and changed the subject
swiftly to our plans for the afternoon hunt.
	We'd been friends since high school, playing on the football team
together, and choosing each other as lab partners in chemistry class.  In
the off season, we'd get together in the high school gym and lift weights,
spotting each other.  Since our junior year, we had gone elk hunting
together every fall.
	Todd was the first friend of mine I came out to, when we were in
college.  He was really supportive of me, and told me that he'd always
known I was gay, and that he was proud of me for being brave enough to tell
him, and to live my life out in open, to live who I really was.
        We drove over the ridge to a nearby pond, which had a nice, level
trail and an old, abandoned road, around the pond and down the creek that
drained the pond.  In high school, we would come up here in the summer and
skinny dip, diving off the big log that stuck out over the pond at the
other end.  We took opposite routes, and agreed to meet at the top of a
nearby hill, an hour later.  As I walked in the rain, I could hear the
water on the few remaining maple leaves, and the small creek begin to
increase in intensity, as the storm moved in.  A few gusts of wind sent
heavy showers of accumulated raindrops off of the fir and spruce limbs, as
water poured off of my coat and orange hunting vest.  I ran my hand through
my beard, wiping off the accumulated moisture.  Soon, there wasn't a bit of
dry anywhere on me, as the wind blew the rain into my coat and down my
neck.
	I paused for a few minutes at a spot overlooking the nearby ridge
and Triangle Peak, to catch my breath, and scan the area with my
binoculars.  I could see Todd walking slowly along his part of the trail,
and pause, taking a leak against a young fir tree.  I caught a good look at
his cock in my binoculars, and found myself lingering on his manhood, as he
finished his business and shook himself dry, and tucked himself back into
his rain-soaked pants.  My cock swelled, as I imagined him, naked, willing,
in my arms, asking for my love.
	When we showered in the high school locker room, I always found
myself sneaking a glimpse at Todd's impressive body.  Even in high school,
he sprouted a lot of hair on his chest, and he was one of the first of the
team to develop a beard heavy enough to need a shave every day.  In those
days, I didn't even admit to myself that I enjoyed the sight of a naked
man, and that my libido was turned on by a large, flexed bicep and a thick
cock inside a guy's tight-fitting jeans.  When I was experimenting with my
teenage sexuality in my bed at night, I was always confused and excited
when I found myself thinking of Todd, as I played with myself, seeking
relief from my fantasies and dreams.
	I resumed my walk in the rain, my thoughts shifting from my work as
the hunter of elk to wondering what it would be like to be Todd's lover.
Part of me yearned to hold a man in my arms again, to know true love, to be
comforted and loved.  And, part of me was still grieving for my Marine
Corps man.
        A year had passed since my partner, Jerry, had been killed in Iraq.
He was a sergeant, a career man, and we lived our love for each other, our
entire relationship under a cloud of secrecy, as Jerry tried to portray
himself as the gung ho, studly Marine when he was on duty, and then turn
into a sensitive lover of a gay man in our home.  I was devastated when he
was killed by a roadside mine, along with three of his men, and I hadn't
been able to even be comforted as the widower of a war hero.  I received
his life insurance policy, but our relationship was officially ignored by
both the Marine Corps and his grieving family.  Even at his funeral, I was
relegated to the role of a grieving friend, and not his life partner.
	And now, a year later, I had realized it was time for me to move
on, and to find someone to love, someone to share my life, and for me to
begin a new partnership.  I had caught myself several times in the last
month looking at men with a critical, lustful eye, wondering about their
bodies, wondering how they would be in bed, and whether or not they were
lovers of men.
	Todd and I arrived back at the pickup about the same time, both
soaked to the skin, as the rain drops falling on our jackets began to show
snow crystals that slowly melted.  We eagerly unloaded our rifles and set
them in the rifle rack behind the seat, and I inched out of the log
landing, as the rain on the windshield began to turn into huge flakes of
wet snow.  The wind blew hard, moving the snow sideways across the
windshield and the road ahead of us, as we drove along the ridge, and then
down into the next canyon, on the way to home.
	As we pulled into the carport, the storm had moved in with full
force, and, even at this lower elevation, the downpour had turned to snow.
We quickly unloaded our gear through the back door, and stripped off our
sopping wet and nearly frozen clothes by the washing machine.
	"Todd, you're first in the shower.  There's some clean towels on
the rack," I said, as I dropped my underwear and stood bare assed, and
flung my soaking wet long underwear into the washer.  I scooped up Todd's
clothes, too, and threw them in.  As I grabbed the laundry soap box, I got
a good look at Todd's bare chest and crotch, and then a lovely view of his
strong, muscular butt and back as he walked down the hall to the bathroom,
his ball sack hanging low beneath his rippling buns.  I found myself
holding my breath, as he slipped into the bathroom and turned on the water.
	I found a pair of sweat pants and a T shirt for Todd, and handed
them to him as he dried himself.  His arms flexed as he pulled the T shirt
over his lean, hairy body, and I glimpsed his thick, curly armpit hair, his
chest muscles opening and rippling, before they were hidden by the shirt.
His cock and balls were nicely outlined by the soft cotton of the sweats,
leaving little to my imagination as to their features, and causing my naked
cock to twitch with excitement.
	While I was soaping up in the shower, my body beginning to thaw, my
mind played with the idea of being with Todd, playing with his chest hair,
his large, tempting nipples, his lush armpit hair, and the thick, black
trail of hair running down his rippled belly into the forest of thick, wiry
hair surrounding his tasty cock and fat balls.
	Realizing it was all just a fantasy, and that Todd was straight, I
stuffed my fantasy back into the box in my mind labeled "Impossibles".
	As the storm raged outside, and the snow began to deepen in the
yard, we fried up some venison steak I had from my successful deer hunt
last month.  I satisfied Todd's hunger with some homemade biscuits and
honey butter, and large slabs of pumpkin pie and whipped cream.
	"Well, Todd.  You never finished your story about your date last
week," I said, licking the last of the whipped cream off my moustache.
"How'd that go?"
	Todd looked down at the floor, and replied, "Not very well."  He
proceeded to tell me that this was their second date.  On their first date,
she had kissed him at the door of her apartment as he was dropping her off.
And, on the second date, they had gone out to dinner.  He had planned on a
movie, but she insisted that he come over to her apartment, and talk.
	They were on the couch, and she had moved closer to him, and ran
her fingers up his thigh, and fondled him through his jeans, as she French
kissed him.  She had taken charge, and soon had Todd stripped, and told him
to take off her bra and panties.  She had quickly pulled him close to her,
but he couldn't get a hard on.  She pulled his face into her breasts, and
when he still couldn't get it up, she mocked him, telling him he wasn't man
enough to satisfy her.
	Todd paused, and looked away from me.
	"That's a really sad story, Todd," I said.
	Todd blushed, and kept his eyes off of me, and said, "I bombed.  I
wanted to make love, but, I ... I just couldn't get it up.  Just as she was
really getting into it, wanting me to fill her with my cock.  She was so
eager, and willing, and I failed."
	"That happens a lot to people the first couple of times they make
love, "I said, trying to be understanding.
	"Well, she didn't see it that way.  She told me I was a loser, a
failure.  That I wasn't a real man.  Then, she kicked me onto the floor,
and kicked me in the balls, and in my gut, laughing at me and calling me a
wuss," Todd whispered, as tears rolled down his cheeks into the stubble on
his cheeks and jaw.
	He wiped the tears from his face, and stood up, proclaiming that we
both needed a drink.  I pointed to the bar and he soon brought me a shot
glass of my favorite whiskey.  He chugged his first shot and poured himself
another from the bottle he had brought from the bar.
	Todd had planned to drive home tonight after our hunt, but the
storm and the accumulating snow changed his mind, and he asked if he could
sleep on the couch.  I had a king sized bed, and the couch was an
uncomfortable bed, and I insisted he sleep in the bedroom, on a real bed.
	We were both pretty run down after our day of walking through the
woods in the cold rain and sleet, and by 8 p.m., we were both yawning and
looking droopy eyed.
	"We could try for an early hunt tomorrow, too," I said.  "But, this
weather looks like its settling in to be a real storm.  No bull elk in his
right mind, even during mating season, would want to be out in this stuff."
	Todd agreed, and I didn't set the alarm, as we stripped off our
clothes and crawled beneath the down comforter.  Todd was asleep before I
turned off the light, and I soon joined him in slumber, as yet another gust
hit the house.
	I felt Todd's hand on my bare shoulder, as I heard him call my
name.  Sleepily, I opened my eyes to see the clock read 4 a.m., as Todd
asked me if I was awake.  My groan was an uncertain response, but Todd's
grip on my shoulder told me this was important.
	"Mike, I have to talk to you.  I have to get this sorted out.  I'm
so confused," Todd said, as we lay next to each other in the dark bedroom,
the sound of wet snow hitting the window the only other sound in the house.
	Todd shared with me his anxiety in figuring out who he was, and his
worry that he wasn't really straight any more, and that he had wondered if
he couldn't get an erection with a woman because he might be gay.  His
worries and his anxieties came out haltingly, as he paused, and then spoke
rapidly, and then paused again, until finally, his story told, he was
silent.
	"Todd, its time you took some time to discover yourself, and to see
if you really do have feelings for a man," I said.  "You know me, it hasn't
been easy for me to acknowledge who I really am, sexually, and I don't
think it's easy for any of us.  What's important for you is to do what is
right for you now," I said.
	"I think I'd like to try, just to be sure," Todd replied.
	"OK, then.  If you need my blessing, as your best friend, you have
it", I answered.
	We were silent for a while, and I could tell Todd was struggling to
find the words to speak.
	"I'd like to try to start that exploration with you, Mike," he
finally said.  "And, I'd like to do that now.  That is, if you find me
attractive and all."
	I reached over and put my arm around Todd's bare shoulders, and
drew him close to me, so that our chests touched.  I could feel his heart
racing, his skin moist to the touch, despite the snow storm raging outside.
	"Where would you like to begin, lover," I whispered, as I kissed
his lips softly, rubbing my thick moustache against his stubbly face.
	Todd was silent, as I held him against my chest, as my fingers
explored his strong arm, his big shoulder muscle and then his biceps under
my palm, as I touched his skin, feeling the muscles underneath, stroking
the hairs that curled next to his skin.  I moved around his arm, and
explored the depths of his hairy, damp armpit, feeling the bushy, curly
hair, and finding the tender crevasses and contours.
	Lingering there, my fingers caressed his curly forest, as I felt
his heat, and the beginnings of his hot lust begin to build, his clean
sweat turning a bit spicy and musty, as I felt his heart beat a bit faster
against my furry chest.
	My hand moved down, stroking his flank, feeling his strong lats,
and the hard muscles of his back and spine, until I cupped his meaty butt
cheeks in my hand, their soft fur playing against the calluses of my
fingertips.  I moved Todd over on his back, freeing my other hand to
explore the stubble on his face, to touch his lips, and move around the
thicker, coarser stubble on his chin, and down into the fur on his strong,
hard chest.  Roaming over his warm, willing furry body, I reached under his
butt cheek, and found his ball sack, loose, relaxed, in the warmth of the
down comforter of our bed.  The room was silent, except for our breath, and
the sound of the sleet and snow hitting the window, as I stroked the coarse
hair of his balls, and cupped them gently in my hand.
	His ball sack was hot, loose, as I slowly ran my fingers around his
nuts, feeling them loose inside the tender, silky skin of his sack, rolling
them apart and then together, noticing the small line of skin on the
outside of his sack, the line that neatly divided his nut bag in half, and
led down to his hole.  His balls rose a bit in the furry bag, as I cupped
them warmly in my hand, feeling the skin begin to tighten, the surface
moving from the sense of silkiness, to the wrinkled, yet tight feel of a
man ready to shoot his load.
	Reaching over to the nightstand and grabbed two condoms from the
drawer, I kissed Todd again on his eager lips.
	"Just relax, partner," I whispered.  "We'll take this nice and
slow."
	Todd grunted in reply, and I could feel his heart beat faster,
feeling the beat of his strong heart in my hand, which gently felt its way
along his hard, rising chest.  The room was dark, but I could sense his
uneasiness, as I was becoming the first man to make love to his eager, but
hesitant body.
	I wound my finger through the thick curls at the base of his neck,
and then into the thick pelt of black fur in the center of his chest,
between his fat, juicy, eager nipples.  My thumb moved over to Todd's tit,
touching its soft, responsive pinkness, as it tightened, pointing its tip
higher, as my fingers danced around it, feeling the thick, curly hair
around it.
	I kissed Todd softly on his lips, and ran my beard through his
stubble, and licked his ear lobe, wetting it and then gently blowing on its
damp surface, and moved down along his neck, through the thickness of his
chest fur, to graze on his rich, waiting nipple.
	My other hand moved up from Todd's balls, to the base of his cock,
and I felt the dampness of his crotch, and the hair around his cockhead,
the heat from his rising cock radiating hot on my skin.  Even without
touching his manhood, I sensed his cock was quickly hardening, rising in
eagerness to my lovemaking, to Todd's lust.  Todd moved his strong, meaty
thigh over, giving me more access to his eager balls, and rising cock, as I
fingered the thick pelt of hair above his balls, surrounding his cock.
	His pulse resonated through his rising, now hard, cock, and as I
gripped his smooth cock skin with my fingers, I could feel the increasing
throbs of his meat, as his cock head slowly emerged from his foreskin, his
cockhead now visible in the dim near light of the room.  I ran my bearded
lips up and down his shaft, and then, ripping open the condom's envelope, I
began to roll its slick, rubbery circle over his pre-cum dripping cock
head, and down his thick shaft, until the last of the roll gripped his
shaft, just above the lush thicket of the fur of his cockroot.
	Cupping his now eager balls again, I licked and kissed his balls,
and his shaft, slowly moving up to his now-covered cock head, adding the
hot juice of my tongue to the lubricant of the rubber, sliding and slipping
over his manhood, again and again.
	I moved over so that I knelt by his shoulders and face, and asked
Todd to roll my condom down onto my stiff rod, eager to join in this
meeting of two lovers, to be guided and fondled, until I, too, would cum
with my new lover.  Todd quickly ripped open the package, and, with a bit
of hesitation, rolled the latex down my straining cock, until the latex
gripped every part of my love muscle.  Todd's fingers touched the hairs at
the base of my cock, and I guided his hands down to cup my balls, to rub
his strong digits against my ball sack, and to grip my cock in his fist.
	Moving around, I rolled Todd over on his side, his stubbled face
lying on the inside of my thigh, as I lay my cheek on the inside of his
thigh, next to his throbbing cock.  I felt my lover's warm face on my
thigh, his breath heating my balls, as I cupped his balls with my hand,
rubbing his furry ball sac and running my fingers down under his balls, and
around his hole.  Todd moaned with delight, as I lazily played with his
jewels, and his hole, causing his hard cock to throb against my bearded
cheek and moustache, eager to be sucked to his climax.
	My hand rubbed against Todd's now sweaty, hot chest, playing with
the tips of his eager, hard nipples, and the tender spots of his now wet
armpits, and I inhaled his new, eager lusty sweat, his balls now damp, his
armpits now drenching his fur, as his cock pushed harder against my eager
lips.
	Gulping his manhood into my eager mouth, I moved gently down his
shaft, until I was filled with his hot, wet cock, until my tongue explored
every crevice of the rim of his cockhead, and every filled vein of his
manhood.
	Moving up and down Todd's cock, I could feel him climbing higher,
trying to reach his point of no return, his breath growing ragged and
short, his chest heaving with tension.  I could feel Todd's hot breath on
my balls, his fingers now gripping my encased shaft, as he began to jack me
with his strong, muscular arm, in rhythm with my mouth on his very core of
manliness.
	We were joined now, cocks pumping and moving, ball sacs caressed
and held, sweat pooling in hairy armpits and furry chests, as we both began
to rise towards our completions, our union as lovers.  As Todd's breath
shortened to hard intakes of air, and exhaled in moans of ecstasy, I moved
my hand down below his balls, fondling him underneath his furry ball sac
and around his hole, exploring his opening with my finger, teasing his
ring, as his hips moved up eagerly, hard, as he began his explosion.
	Pushing firmly against the now hard, sweaty skin under his balls, I
felt his first shot of cum pulse through his prostate, through his balls
and into his convulsing shaft, as the end of the condom filled with his hot
jism, heating my mouth, and pulsating against my tongue and my lips.
Again, and again, Todd shot, his thrashings moving me to my own climax, as
I eagerly shot my jism through my pulsing cock, through Todd's gripping,
moving fist, filling the second condom with my seed.
	We lay still, heads, thighs, balls, and sweaty chests all entwined,
as our breath began to slow, as we each came slowly down the lusty mountain
we had each climbed, a minute ago, as we embraced each other's wet bodies,
the sheet cool against us, coming back to the quiet of the night.
	I stripped off our filled condoms and leaned over Todd's still
sweaty chest, and kissed him tenderly, running my hand along his meaty
shoulder, embracing him, my best friend, my new lover.  His now spent cock
oozed the last of his seed on my furry belly, and I scooped up a drop of
his semen, and rubbed it on his lips.
	"Taste yourself, lover," I whispered.  "Taste how good you are."
	Todd licked his lips, and sighed.  "I never dreamed this could be
so incredible."
	We held each other, our sweat cooling, our hairy chests and groins
enmeshed, as Todd told me of the joy he had tonight, as he released himself
into me, as he experienced his climax with a lover for the first time in
years.  Tears ran down his cheeks, and I dried him with my fingers, and,
soon, he was asleep in my arms, his chest warming me as he fell into a
deep, undisturbed sleep.
	A few hours later, I awoke to the first light of dawn coming
through the window, and felt the hard strength of Todd's shaft against my
belly, as Todd snored lightly in my ear.  I moved him over gently, and
rolled another condom down his great shaft, and began to suck him again.
Slowly, tenderly, I ran my tongue over his eager cockhead, and fingered his
hairy balls, feeling them rise up against the root of his now pulsing cock.
	His moaning told me that he was awake now, his fingers now gripping
my bare shoulders with his now-urgent need to have me continue to thrust
his cock into my eager mouth.  Quickly, Todd came again, shooting his cum
hard against my lips, his loud moans filling the bedroom, his fingers
digging deep into my muscles, his hips pushing against my face, again and
again, as he pulsed his seed through his ready cock.
	Todd sprawled on the bed, his arms above his head, revealed the
lush, damp hair of his armpits, and his again sweaty chest, his nipples
tight and hard, his stubbled chin thrust up, his hand draped over his eyes,
a big grin on his flushed face.
	"Good morning, big guy," I chuckled.  "That was mighty tasty bear
meat you gave me."
	"I guess I don't have that problem anymore, of getting it up with a
lover," Todd laughed.
       "Best hunting trip I've ever had.  I think I scored the biggest bull
I could ever hope to find."

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