Date: Fri, 9 Jan 2009 04:21:16 +0000
From: Jacob Latson <jacob_latson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Agony & Ecstasy Chapter 6

Disclaimer:

This story will describe the life of John Miller from his time as
a divorced man who has been devastated by the divorce and then turns
his tragedy into a new life of wealth.  This story will include
descriptions of male sex, including M/M, M/T, M/b, T/b and b/b.  If
stories involving sex between consenting males of all ages, including
mainly gay sex, offends you, go back to the Archives and pick a
different story for your reading pleasure.

There has been minimal research for this story therefore, names,
places, and events are mostly fictitious and similarities to real life
are coincidental.

Some companies and organizations mentioned actually exist, but
references to the activities, policies, programs and procedures are
fictitious. This story will include references to the United States
government, the FBI, CIA and other agencies.  Any references are purely
fictional, and only used to develop the plot and characters.

Thanks, Bill for your editing of my story...


Agony & Ecstasy

Chapter 6

Turmoil and Challenges

John returned to his home and looked at the progress of the repair work.
He was sick about the damaged photographs of his childhood with his
parents, and packed the photos away in the attic before going to bed.
Normally he would have enjoyed the companionship of his beloved dog, but
Barney was dead and John felt very lonely.  He had talked to Bobby about
the divorce pleadings, and was filled with anxiety.  His financial status
was deteriorating with every day, and he wondered if he would be forced to
sell his home and move into an apartment.  He couldn't touch his 401K until
he turned 55 and the value of his Chrysler stock had tanked along with the
other automobile companies.  He dreaded the thought of leaving the home
that he had remodeled several times, and didn't want to leave Barney buried
in the yard for someone to dig up.

Bobby spent a late night in his home office, and was finally satisfied with
his pleadings.  He saved his work to a disc before going to bed.

Mary knew that Bobby was very emotionally involved with the divorce, mainly
because a ruthless bitch had victimized her husband's best friend.  She
cuddled next to Bobby when he finally came to bed, and held him close until
he finally fell asleep.

Judge Carrie Matney talked to one of her closest friends, David Burtram,
another seasoned judge of divorce proceedings.  She wasn't supposed to
discuss any pending trials, but judges often broke that rule to make sure
that their views were legal.  It was rare for a divorce to be appealed, but
Judge Matney didn't want to take any chances.  When the deadline was
reached, she retired to her chambers to read what the two attorneys had
prepared.

Sidney Ashton had prepared a blistering attack of John Miller in his
pleadings to the judge, and detailed a series of demands that were totally
unreasonable.  Margaret demanded half of the buyout of $100,000 from
Chrysler Corporation, and half of the equity of the marital home.  The
appraisal had been completed before Margaret had unleashed her anger, and
Sidney wanted $75,000 for Margaret's share.  The actuary had calculated the
value of John's future retirement at $85,000 and Sidney demanded $50,000.
He asked for $15,000 for legal fees for Margaret to pay Trevor Robinson,
her first attorney, and $25,000 for his services.  He demanded that John
assume the burden of all of the credit card balances and his final demand
was for $2,000 a month in alimony.

Bobby based his pleadings on the testimony during the divorce trial.  He
asked that Margaret pay the entire bill of $60,000 for remediation of the
damages to the home and contents and that she pays 80% of the credit card
bills that had accumulated to over $35,000. He showed that the home equity
of $150,000 had been reduced due to the extensive damage caused by
Margaret.  He noted that only $10,000 remained from the buyout that John
received from Chrysler Corporation and detailed the bills that John had
paid during the separation on the mortgage, utilities and minimum credit
card payments.  He asked the judge to require Margaret to pay 25% of the
marital bills that John had paid during the time of the divorce proceedings
and wanted all assets split 75% to John and 25% to Margaret based on
relative contribution during the marriage.  He asked the judge to send a
clear message to Margaret Miller that her behavior in the past and in the
courtroom was reprehensible and that punitive damages of $100,000 be
assessed.  He emphasized that the murder of the lovable dog and damage to
memoirs of John's parents had justified the punitive damages.  He also
asked that any remuneration for future retirement benefits for either party
be delayed until the defendant and plaintiff reached the age of 65.
Anticipating that Sidney would ask for alimony, he cited the laws of the
State of Michigan that alimony was only awarded when one party had never
demonstrated the ability to secure employment.  He also cited "precedent"
cases where attorney fees were awarded to the party found to be "without
fault" and asked for $45,000 for his fees and the cost of the investigators
that uncovered Margaret's behavior.  He made it clear that John wanted to
retain ownership of the marital home and remaining contents.

Judge Matney filed the pleadings from the two attorneys and returned to her
courtroom to continue the criminal prosecution of a man who had killed his
business partner in a violent argument.  During the murder trial, she tried
to focus, but her mind drifted to the images of the vandalized Miller home
and the brutalized little dog.  She pushed those images out of her mind and
tried to focus on the current trial.

It was two days later when Bobby received the judge's decision on the
divorce.  He didn't open the sealed envelope until John arrived at his
office.

John was filled with anxiety when he got the phone call from Bobby.  He had
expected to wait a full week for the verdict, but Judge Matney had only
taken three days to finalize the divorce.  He was shaking with fear when
Bobby began speaking.

"When a judge makes a ruling in a divorce case, several factors are always
considered," Bobby began.  "First is to determine if counseling or any
other means of saving the marriage is possible.  Second is to determine
what destroyed the bonds of matrimony and if either party is at fault more
than the other.  With no minor children involved, it comes down to analysis
and distribution of assets and liabilities.  I never told you what Margaret
had demanded through her attorney and this chart will show you why."

Bobby walked over to a dry erase board in his office and uncovered part of
a chart that showed what Margaret's attorney had demanded.  He let John
read the demands and saw that his buddy was shaking with fear.

"Relax John" Bobby said.  "I knew that Sidney would go for the world in his
demands in the hope that the judge would rule somewhere in the middle of
his demands and mine.  I know this judge, and she's still pissed at
Margaret for her outbursts in court and will make her pay for the
disrespect.  Here is what I asked for after our discussions."

Bobby uncovered the other half of his chart that had his demands listed
next to Sidney's.  "Now let's list what the judge came up with," Bobby
said.  "The judge came up with a total of $370,000 in assets that includes
the equity in the home, value of your truck and Margaret's car, your
retirement from Chrysler and her retirement from the State of Michigan, and
the Chrysler stock that you own and your 401K.  Judge Matney listed the
total liabilities at $200,000, and that includes the balance on the home
mortgage, the credit card balances and the remediation costs.  That leaves
a net worth of $170,000 without any consideration for the legal fees."

"I feel sick!" John said to his best friend.  "My entire life has just been
reduced to only $170,000!  I'm a total failure!"

"NO YOU'RE NOT!" Bobby exclaimed.  "You're worth millions of dollars to
your family and friends!  Just relax and let's analyze what the judge has
ruled!"

Bobby was thrilled when he read that the judge had ruled that the marital
assets should be split 75-25 based on the relative contribution of the two
parties.  She awarded Margaret $21,250 for the present day value of John's
retirement, but also ruled that Margaret owed 25% for the bills that John
had paid during the divorce in the amount of $22,500.  Margaret's portion
of the home equity amounted to $37,500 but the judge ruled that Margaret
had to pay the full cost of the remediation that totaled $60,000.

John's mind was totally confused by the numbers until Bobby started making
a new list on the dry erase board that showed what the judge's ruling
meant.  He felt sick and wanted to run out of Bobby's home office to get
some fresh air, but Bobby wouldn't let him.

"I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!" Bobby exclaimed.  "The judge nailed her ass
with $100,000 in punitive damages and also awarded you $20,000 of my legal
fees!  I told you that Judge Matney would nail Margaret for her Contempt of
Court, and I knew that the judge was a pet lover who would be appalled at
what Margaret did to Barney.  The final tally is UNBELIEVABLE!  Margaret
gets nothing!  She has to pay the Chase MasterCard bill of over $10,000 and
the judge nailed her ass to the wall!"

"What does it all mean?" John asked.

"Let me boil everything down for you!" Bobby said excitedly.  "You get to
keep the house, but you'll have to refinance it to get Margaret's name off
of the mortgage and title.  "You get to keep your stock and 401K and your
retirement is all yours!  Of course, she gets all of her retirement, but I
bet that she gets fired for being in jail and won't get shit when she
retires.  You'll have to pay off $25,000 in credit card bills, but you
don't have to pay the bitch a cent!  We need to celebrate!"

The judge's ruling confused John but he was relieved that the home would be
his and that he didn't have to pay Margaret anything for her legal fees or
alimony.  He tried to figure out how he would be able to pay a home
mortgage and the credit card bills on his meager wages from Taylor Paint.

"I know a lender who I'm sure will let you re-finance the home to get some
equity out," Bobby said.  "You'll be able to pay off your portion of the
credit card bills and stretch out the payments for 30 years.  THIS IS
FUCKING FANTASTIC!"

The financial figures finally sunk into John's troubled mind.  He was going
to be free from Margaret without having to pay her a cent!  He could
continue to live in his home and didn't have to worry about his stock, 401K
or retirement.  If he could figure out a way to pay his monthly bills on
his limited earnings from Taylor Paint, he could try to resume a normal
life!

"All of this is due to what you and your dad have done for me!" John said
to Bobby.  "By my calculations I owe Abe $60,000 for the home repairs and I
owe you $45,000 for representing me!"

"My dad and I love you!" Bobby replied.  "Dad won't take a cent from you,
and neither will I!  Margaret will shit her pants when she sees what the
judge ruled!"

"Can she appeal?" John asked.

"Judge Matney did her homework!" Bobby replied.  "She cited precedent cases
in the State of Michigan for `fault' in divorce proceedings.  She's solid
on her rulings, and she's never been overturned on appeal.  Margaret is
deep in debt, and I don't know a lawyer in the entire state who would
represent her in the Appeals Court!  If she had balls, they would be nailed
to the tree in my front yard right now!"

"I'd like to celebrate, but I'm still worried about how to pay a mortgage
and my living expenses on the little that I make at the paint store," John
admitted.  "I sure don't want to have to sell my home after all of the
remodeling I did in the past, but now that Barney is buried there, I'll do
everything I can to stay there!"

"We'll make it!" Bobby replied.  "This is beyond what I ever expected and
we need to have some cherry soup to celebrate!"

"Did I hear someone ask for cherry soup?" Mary Goldman said when she opened
the door to the home office of her husband.  "I used John's special recipe
and made a whole pitcher!"

"WE DID IT!" Bobby exclaimed while he hugged his wife.  "The judge fried
Margaret's ass!  John is going to be a free man and he doesn't have to pay
Margaret a cent to keep his home, stock, 401K and retirement!"

Mary knew that her husband was a talented attorney, but hearing the good
news made her even more proud of Bobby.  She loved John and was thrilled
that Bobby had taken care of his best friend by exposing Margaret's guilt
in the marriage and divorce.  She worked as an interior decorator and loved
her job, but knew that Bobby was the main breadwinner in their family.  She
hugged John and gave him a kiss on the cheek before turning her emotions
loose on her husband.

In the Wayne County Jail, Sidney Ashton dreaded the visit with Margaret
Miller.  He waited for the deputy to bring her into the visitation room and
didn't know how to tell her the bad news.

Margaret was livid when she faced her attorney through the plexiglass
window.  She wanted to hear that she would be released from jail and that
she would be awarded a huge financial settlement in the resolution of her
divorce.

"Things didn't go well for us," Sidney began when Margaret was seated
opposite him.  "Let me give you a copy of the judge's ruling so you can
read it.  I'm going to leave now!"

Margaret was furious that her attorney would hand the documents to the
deputy and that he quickly left the room.  When she read the final verdict
of the judge, she went ballistic!  She smashed the chair against the
plexiglass wall and screamed obscenities at the deputy and everyone in the
room.  She was so angry that three deputies came in and tackled her to the
floor before putting shackles on her to drag her back to her cell.

Sidney Ashton left the Wayne County Jail and knew that he would never get
paid for his legal services from the nasty bitch.  He returned to his
office and ordered his legal assistant to prepare a bill for $25,000 in
legal fees and to mail it to Margaret Miller at the County Jail.  Bobby
Goldman had wiped him out, and he was livid!  He would have to concentrate
on other cases to pay the bills that were mounting for his law office.

During the next few days, John tried to think only positive thoughts, and
dreaded the meeting with the mortgage company to discuss the refinancing of
his home.  He signed the final decree of divorce, but knew that Margaret
would still be part of his life in the future.  He knew that she would
never accept her guilt and would incite her sisters to make his life
miserable.  He changed his phone number and paid extra to make it
"unlisted" and waited for the tornado of fury from Margaret and her
sisters.

Sidney Ashton had to sign the divorce decree with Margaret's name.  His
status as her attorney let him sign even after Margaret had unleashed her
fury on him several times.  The judge signed the decree and felt a feeling
of satisfaction over how she had sorted through the emotions and testimony
to give justice to John Miller.

John's life settled down after he refinanced his home and tried to focus on
positive things in his life.  He had planted his garden and was enjoying
the distraction of going to work at Taylor Paint.  The customers loved the
way John treated them and constantly told Jim Taylor how pleased they were
with the knowledge and suggestions of his talented salesman.

Jim Taylor loved the paint store and tried to hide his feelings of doom at
the lack of profits.  "Big Box Stores" like Lowes and Home Depot had built
new stores in his area, and his store was barely breaking even.  The Home
Depot could sell paint for less than Jim could buy it, and business was
dropping.  The exceptional service that he provided to professional
painters and do-it-yourself painters was the only thing that kept his
business afloat.  He didn't want to close the business that his father had
started over 50 years ago, but he was barely breaking even.

John knew that the profits for Taylor Paint were dropping, and he
intensified his job searches for a higher paying job.  He continued
volunteering at the soup kitchens and shelters, but wondered how long he
would still be employed.

John had refused to let Abe Goldman replace the furniture that Margaret had
destroyed in her rage.  He refinanced his home and bought only the barest
essentials in used furniture from Goodwill and Salvation Army outlets.
Bobby had given him an old computer, and John set it up in the basement of
his home.  He went to the garage and retrieved his hidden discs of gay
pornography and headed for release of his pent-up sexual urges.

John grabbed a cold beer and hoped that the computer would have the
software to view the secret files.  At first he was frustrated with the
lack of software, but his cable modem worked quickly to download the
necessary viewers.  He accessed the newsgroups where he had downloaded his
boy porn in the past, and was shocked at how many new files had been
posted.  He remembered the seemingly innocent newsgroups that had provided
his special videos and pictures, and started downloading several files.  At
the same time, he opened a disc with a file that he had downloaded several
months ago but had never had the chance to view.  The file was titled "Gang
Initiation" and John was ready for some hot action.

When John opened the file, he was thrilled to see that Boy Charms
Productions produced it.  He knew that Boy Charms only produced videos with
cute boys and handsome men, and he was anxious to see the action.

The video was made in the Czech Republic, and all dialogue was in Czech.
Brief translations of the dialogue were shown in English, and that made it
easier for the viewer to understand the simple plot.

John knew that gay porn always had a very simple plot where men and boys
were quickly taken from a normal situation into intense sex.  He wondered
if there was any place in the world where men could walk up to a boy and
immediately grab the boy's dick and take him to a bedroom for fucking.  In
anticipation of what this video would reveal, John leaned back in the
swivel chair and stroked his manhood through the fabric of his jeans.  He
didn't have to wait long for the action to start.

A thin, blonde haired boy with glasses was talking to his friend.  The
friend was trying to convince the boy to join a gang for protection from
other gangs, but the boy wasn't convinced.  The blonde boy walked into an
area of the city that was controlled by one of the gangs and was
immediately attacked.  He was dragged out of the city and into a wooded
area where he was tied over a downed tree.  Four teens tied him to the
downed tree and immediately put a blindfold on him after taking off his
glasses and throwing them into the brush.  All of the boy's clothing was
quickly cut away by the four attackers who used knives and threatened that
they would cut off the boy's balls if he resisted.

John knew that the plot of porn videos was always lame, but this one was
interesting.  The four attackers looked to be about 14 or 15 years old, and
they were all very cute.  He would love to have sex with any of the
attackers, and the vulnerable boy was even cuter.  He released his erecting
cock from the confines of his jeans and began stroking his love tool while
he concentrated on the hot action.

The blonde boy struggled to get free, but his wrists were tied to the
branches near the ground while his ankles were also tied.  His body being
bent over the downed tree was completely vulnerable.  The dialogue boxes
displayed the words that were spoken in Czech, and John was surprised that
he understood much of what was being said.  He hadn't spoken Czech since
the days when he was on the farm of his grandparents, but the language was
coming back to him easily.  He had watched Boy Charm videos before, but had
never captured a video with sound.

In the video, the four attackers demanded that the blonde boy join their
gang, but he refused.  A brown haired boy walked behind the blonde boy's
vulnerable body and immediately dropped his pants and underwear to reveal a
nice uncircumcised cock that looked to be about seven inches long.  He spit
on his hand and smeared the saliva on the head of his cock before slamming
it into the exposed anus of the young boy.

The blonde boy screamed in pain, but his scream was quickly stifled when
another erect cock was jammed into his mouth.  The blonde boy fought to get
away from his attackers, but he was securely bound to the downed tree and
couldn't escape.

"Don't bite or we'll cut off your balls!" one of the attackers yelled at
the boy.  He reached down and twisted the boy's balls to make sure that the
boy knew that he meant business.

John felt the precum flowing out of his cock head and knew that he wouldn't
last long!  He watched the two teens ravage the blonde boy at both ends and
knew that he was going to blast a huge wad of cum at any second.

The camera work was exceptional!  It clearly showed that the teen that was
fucking the boy was jamming every centimeter of his boyhood into the tight
ass of the blonde boy while the other teen forced the boy to take his cock
to the hilt.  The action was too hot for John to hold back!  His cock
erupted at the same time that the teen's cock filled the boy's mouth with a
huge wad of fresh cum.

"Eat it all!" the dialogue box said, but John had understood the Czech
words that the teen shouted to the boy.  The boy tried to swallow all of
the cum, but much of it rolled down the sides of his face.

The boy who was doing the fucking was obviously cumming inside the boy's
ass, and John couldn't control his emotions.  He cupped his hand to catch
his own cum and quickly gulped it down while he watched the hot action.
The teen pulled his satisfied cock out of the ass of the blonde boy, and a
stream of fresh cum flowed out of the boy's ass and down his legs.

John paused the video and basked in the afterglow of sex.  This was the
hottest video that he had ever seen, and he didn't want to waste a second
of the hot action.  He stroked the last few drops of his own cum out on his
hand and lapped up the nectar.  He loved the taste of fresh cum and thought
about Jamie and their intimate times at the Jeffries' cottage.  Now that he
was divorced, he wondered if Jamie was still receptive to gay sex with a
man.  He made a promise to himself to call Tom Jeffries to see if they
could go to the cottage to fish, while he secretly hoped that it would only
be Jamie who could go.  He drained his beer and ran upstairs to get a cold
beer out of the refrigerator.

When John returned to his computer, he resumed the video file.  He was
thrilled with the hot action and that he understood what the teens were
saying in Czech while they hammered the blonde boy.  The four teens took
turns fucking the boy and shoving their cocks into the boy's mouth.  Before
the four teens were satisfied, the blonde boy had ropes of cum running down
his hair, face and legs, but the action wasn't finished.  The camera work
was great, and clearly showed the four teens returning to the city to send
other teens out to the park to fuck the helpless boy.  Groups of teens left
the city to ravage the helpless boy and continued hammering both ends of
their victim.  Two men joined the party, and used both ends of the helpless
boy.

John knew that it was entirely an act, and that the blonde boy was a
willing participant in the production of the extremely erotic video.  He
marveled that the young boy had been able to deep throat the large cocks
and that the boy's ass had easily handled the massive cocks.

The video continued with a friend of the boy coming to rescue him.  The new
arrival saw that his young friend was covered with cum and his own sexual
urges took over.  His young friend was still blindfolded, so he released
his throbbing cock and shoved it into his young friend's mouth.  He didn't
last long before he pulled his cock out and spewed his load of baby pudding
into the open mouth and over the boy's face.  John's cock spurted another
load of semen into his waiting hand.

He gulped down his own juice and dreamed of Jamie and other boys that he
had shared sex with.  The blonde boy reminded him of Mike Mahon, a boy who
lived on Long Lake with his father.  Mike was often left at home alone
while his father worked late.  Mike knew that his father wasn't at his
surgical office, but was probably screwing a new woman that he met.  The
boy was only 12 when he started going fishing with John, and their
conversations quickly turned to sex.

Mike was starting puberty, and he needed an adult male to answer the
questions about his changing body and strange fantasies.  The boy was
attracted to other males, and John answered his questions honestly and
without any judgment. Mike had been thrilled that a man would be honest
with him, and his friendship with John blossomed into a gay relationship.

John had been cautious, but the handsome blonde boy was irresistible.  Mike
spent several nights at John's home when Margaret was away visiting her
sisters and Mike's dad was "working late".  John had taken a risk by
showing Mike some of his collection of boy porn, and the results were
immediate!  The front of Mike's shorts was tented out with his obvious
erection, and John lost control.  He stroked the boy's erection through the
thin shorts and then released the throbbing meat to the cool air of the
basement.  Mike was devoid of pubic hair, but his boyhood was an impressive
five inches long!  John stroked the hard meat then succumbed to his desires
and swallowed all of Mike's hard meat.  He was immediately rewarded with a
blast of watery boy cum that he savored before swallowing.  He continued
stimulating the boy's meat until Mike begged him to stop.  John remembered
that he was afraid the boy would bolt out of his basement to call the
police, but was shocked when the young boy begged to see John's cock.

John smiled when he remembered how he had to teach Mike how to keep his
teeth from scraping John's cock when the boy performed his first blowjob.
He remembered flooding the boy's mouth with a massive orgasm that
overflowed down Mike's face while the boy gulped down as much as he could.

Mike had been a willing partner for John's release of testosterone for
several years.  Whenever Margaret left the home for travel, Mike found a
way to be there.  He was easy to seduce into anal sex, and the boy was
hooked on gay sex with his adult friend.  Their intimate relationship
continued for several years until Mike moved when his father married for
the 4th time to another bimbo.  John had watched Mike go from a hairless
boy with no sexual experience into a teenager with raging hormones.  Mike
had finally accepted that he was gay, and had headed to college and the
freedom to pursue his hidden desires.

John thought back to Mike and the turmoil in the boy's life.  College had
been a struggle for the wealthy son of a respected surgeon, and Mike had
succumbed to drug addiction.  John had lost contact with Mike after the
struggling teen had been thrown out of the University of Michigan when he
was charged with dealing drugs.  He wondered where Mike was, and how the
handsome young man was dealing with the struggles of life.  His attention
returned to the computer monitor, where the video file was still running.

The friend of the blonde boy had released several blasts of hot cum into
his friend's mouth before pulling up his jeans to walk away.  He waited for
a few minutes before returning to his friend, and pretended that he was
finding his helpless friend for the first time.  The teen untied his
battered friend and tried to help him clean up the rivers of cum that were
flowing down his face and legs.

"If you join our gang, you'll be protected from those guys," the teen said
to the shattered boy.  "No one will bother you if you join us!"

John was amazed that he could understand the spoken words in Czech, and saw
that the dialogue boxes were a poor translation of the language that he was
remembering from his childhood with his grandparents.  At their farm,
English was rarely spoken, and John had quickly learned the spoken
language.  He had learned the dialect of his grandparents, and even learned
how to swear in Czech when his grandfather was angry.  He smiled when he
remembered his grandmother yelling at his grandfather when she heard John
cuss in Czech.

John's attention was returned to the video with the teen giving the
battered boy his T- shirt to cover his nakedness.  The teen was obviously
checking out the hairless crotch of the recently fucked boy before covering
the boy's genitals.

"What do I have to do to join your gang?" the boy asked the teen.

"Nothing more than you just did with those guys and men," the teen replied.

"So I have to suck and fuck?" the boy asked.

"Yes, but we won't hurt you like they did," the teen replied.  "You'll be
initiated, and then you'll be protected.  We all like to suck cocks and
fuck each other in the ass, but no one will hurt you."

"I'll do it!" the boy replied.  "When can I join?"

"Let's get you home and cleaned up, and I'll ask my friends when we can
initiate you," the teen replied.  He smiled and it was obvious that he was
pleased at having the hairless boy join his gang so he could gain status
with his teen friends.

John's cock was getting sore from jacking off while he watched the video.
In all of the years of his surfing the Internet, this was the hottest video
that he had ever seen!  He finished his beer and headed upstairs for his
bedroom.  He would save the rest of the video for his next trip down to his
secret spot for release of his pent-up sexual needs.

John was anxious when he went to the meeting with the mortgage consultant.
He knew that his only income was the meager earnings from Taylor Paint, and
feared that he would be forced to sell his home on Long Lake and move.  He
was pleased that Bobby was waiting for him with Nelson Arnold in the real
estate office.  Before the meeting was concluded, John was relieved that a
new mortgage was assured that would pay off his portion of the credit card
bills and leave him with a monthly payment that he could afford.  He
wouldn't have any money for any major purchases, but as long as he
continued working for Taylor Paint, he could survive.  His Chrysler stock
and 401K were used for collateral to secure the home mortgage, but John
still had a little money in his checking and savings accounts.

Johnny called his father and admitted that Margaret and her sisters had
barraged him with phone calls demanding that he support his mother.  Johnny
was upset, and wasn't able to hide his true feelings from his father.  He
admitted that he had to change his telephone number and make it unlisted to
keep Margaret and her sisters from harassing him and his pregnant wife.

John felt guilty for the way his son and daughter-in-law were being
treated.  He apologized to Johnny and wished that he could do something to
reduce his son's stress.

"I always knew that she hated me, but I never wanted to admit it," Johnny
said to his dad.  "I'm through with her and her family, and I'm trying to
calm Kirsty down too.  Kirsty had another ultrasound, and our baby's very
healthy.  We settled on his name, and he'll be John Walker Miller to honor
you and Kirsty's maiden name.  We plan on calling him Little John, and hope
you'll give us your blessing on his name."

"I love the name!" John replied.  "You're the last hope to carry our family
name forward into the future, and I'm honored that you want him to carry my
name after that nasty divorce.  I love you!"

"Our love for you is unconditional!" Johnny said to his dad.  "In another
month, you'll be able to hold your first grandchild and I can't wait to
take pictures!"

"I'll buy ten rolls of film!" John said excitedly.

After the phone call, John treated himself to another dose of "cherry
soup", the humorous way he referred to his recipe for Manhattans.  His only
living relative was his son and he loved the time that he spent with his
son and daughter-in-law.

John continued tending his garden and wished that he could buy a boat to go
out on the lake fishing.  He was still making the minimum payments for his
monthly bills, and wished that he could find a higher paying job.  He was
frustrated with the flood of emails from companies wanting him to sign up
for their job search services.  Many of the companies wanted over $5,000 to
help him find a new job, but none of the companies had any promises of jobs
in exchange for their services.  He continued working at Taylor Paint and
on weekends, he continued volunteering at the soup kitchens and working
with Jim Taylor in refurbishing the shelters in the Detroit Area.

It was late August when John was surprised by a visit from his son and very
pregnant daughter-in-law.

"We have a surprise for you!" Johnny said when he came into the living room
of his father's home.  Johnny looked around at the collection of
second-hand furniture and wished that he could win the lottery to buy his
father some appropriate furniture.  "I have a friend who does welding, and
he was able to repair grandpa's boat!  Another friend of mine found a
discarded outboard engine like the old Evinrude, and he was able to put
grandpa's motor back together!  I hope you like your birthday present!"

John had tears flowing down his face when he saw the boat and motor that
Johnny and Kirsty had presented to him for his birthday.  He had been so
consumed with the stress of adjusting to single life that he had forgotten
about his own birthday.  He looked at the repaired boat and motor and wept
tears of joy at seeing what had been his only connection to his own father.
The 14-foot aluminum boat had been repaired and the motor looked identical
to the 1956 Evinrude that he had always cherished.

Johnny and Kirsty were thrilled with the way John accepted their birthday
present.  They both had regular jobs, but they barely made enough to pay
their apartment rent and get ready for the birth of their son.  They
quickly agreed to help John launch the boat and go for a ride around the
lake.  The boat and motor performed flawlessly, and they were thrilled with
the excitement that John displayed.

After the boat trip, John tied the repaired boat to his dock and hugged his
son and daughter-in-law in appreciation of their special gift.  The boat
and motor looked exactly the way it looked before Margaret had unleashed
her anger, and he felt a deep feeling of love for his son and his own
father.  He remembered how Barney used to run up to the bow of the boat
when it was on plane, and felt sad that the dog couldn't be with him to
enjoy the return of the special present.

When September arrived, John's time was filled with fishing trips and
preparation for the start of the football season.  His crew of officials
was in constant demand for high school football games, and John was happy
for the first time in many years.  He continued to officiate at the high
school football games and continued his legacy of refusing any compensation
from the Michigan High School Athletic Association for being a referee.

In October, the blessed event happened!  Little John arrived on October
5th, and John was in heaven!  Tears of joy flowed down his face when he
held his grandson for the very first time in the delivery room.

Kirsty's parents were also allowed into the delivery room, and Jeff and
Karen Walker were thrilled to join in the celebration of their first
grandchild, and the cameras were busy capturing the happy events.

Time passed, and Tom invited John to go deer hunting with him and Jamie.
It was going to be the first time that John had seen Jamie in many months,
and he looked forward to seeing the handsome teenager.

Tom Jeffries was a talented real estate developer, and told John about his
newest investment.  It was a shopping mall in Livonia, a town near Detroit,
and the mall would make Tom a millionaire when it was completed.  Tom was
stretching his financial resources to make the mall construction a success,
and was obviously concerned about the financial dealings.

Jamie was thrilled that he was old enough to get a deer-hunting license,
and had taken the hunter's safety classes to be eligible for his own
license.  He fantasized about killing a big buck to prove to his father
that he was becoming a man, but Tom seemed too occupied with his financial
dealings to give his own son any attention.

John hugged Jamie when John arrived at the hunting camp owned by a friend
of Tom's.  The camp was in the northern part of Michigan where rifles were
allowed for deer hunting, and John wanted to sight in his rifle before the
opening day of the season.  John had deer hunted for many years and was now
a regular with Tom at Brad Martin's property.

Tom was busy on the phone, and told Jamie to leave him alone so he could
take the important call.  Jamie was devastated by the way his own father
dismissed his excitement at being at a deer camp for the first time, and
reached out to John in his frustration.

"Can I go with you to the range?" Jamie begged.

"What kind of rifle are you going to use this season?" John asked while he
hugged the handsome teenager.  "You need to practice so you can bag a big
buck!"

"My dad gave me his 32 Special lever action!" Jamie replied excitedly.
"It's even got a scope!"

"Let's see what you can hit at 100 yards," John replied to the young teen.
He loved Jamie and wondered if they would get a chance to talk in private
to share information about their sexual adventures.

John and Brad Martin took Jamie to the back of the property where Brad had
cleared an area for sighting in rifles.  Brad was an experienced hunter,
and knew the area around his 400 acres of property would provide some great
opportunities for bagging a trophy buck.  He enjoyed having John hunt his
property and had invited him to hunt with him for the past 15 years.

Jamie was nervous when he got to the shooting table, and missed the target
with his first three shots.  He was embarrassed until John stepped in.

"Let's get you down to 25 yards and see what you can do," John said softly
to the shattered boy.  "Let me load your rifle for you."

John watched Jamie take aim at the target that was only 25 yards away, and
saw the boy flinch when he pulled the trigger.  The rifle had a kick to it,
but John knew that the boy could handle the rifle if he was trained
properly.  He wished that Tom was there to give Jamie instructions, but Tom
was still busy on the phone with problems with his new shopping mall.

Jamie was embarrassed and then got mad for completely missing the target.
He was angry with himself and wanted to quit.  John had handed him the gun
with no ammunition loaded, and Jamie had flinched severely when he squeezed
the trigger and only heard a "click".

John just smiled and tried to comfort the young teen.  He told Jamie that
everyone had to learn the basics of shooting before they could bag a deer,
and that he and Brad would help him learn to shoot.  He handed the rifle to
Jamie and told him to keep both eyes open and gently squeeze the trigger to
fire.

Jamie tried to follow John's instructions, but his fear of the recoil of
the rifle caused him to jerk the trigger, even though the firing pin hit an
empty chamber because John had handed him an unloaded rifle but he had
jerked again in anticipation of the recoil.

"Good!" John said to a startled Jamie.  "Now you know that you're jerking
the trigger and bracing for the kick of the rifle when it shoots!  Now try
it again with a loaded rifle, and this time, concentrate on keeping both
eyes open to see where the bullet hits!  Take a deep breath and let it out
and hold when you squeeze the trigger gently!"

Jamie listened to John and was thrilled when the bullet hit the target!
His shot was wide to the left and high, but John and Brad encouraged him to
try again.  He was excited when he hit the target again in the same general
area, and was starting to be comfortable with the rifle.  After two more
shots, John adjusted Jamie's scope and the boy was in heaven.

John loved teaching boys about sports, and hunting was definitely a sport
that he loved.  He kept encouraging Jamie on the range, and soon the teen
was consistently hitting the target with his shots.

Jamie wanted to hug John and give him a kiss for taking the time to teach
him how to shoot the powerful rifle.  He was thrilled with his own
performance and was gaining confidence with the rifle.

"You're doing great at 25 yards, so let's see what you can do at 50 yards,"
John said to Jamie.  "Control your breathing and gently squeeze the
trigger!  Keep both eyes open and look through the scope and see where the
bullet hits the target!"

Jamie was thrilled with the attention of John and Brad, and continued
making progress in his marksmanship.  He was excited when the two men
switched him to the 100-yard target, and was thrilled when he had three
shots that were close together, but below the center of the target.

"Now we need to adjust his scope again," Brad said to John.  "He's doing
great!"

Jamie soaked up the positive feedback from the two men, and concentrated on
shooting the rifle.  Brad had put up a new target on the 100-yard range,
and Jamie celebrated when he hit the bull's-eye three shots in a row!

"Can you do that good?" Jamie asked cockily of John and Brad.

John just smiled and took his 7 mm Magnum rifle out of the aluminum case.
He loaded the rifle with three rounds of ammunition and warned Jamie that
his rifle was much louder than the 32 Special.

Jamie was shocked when he heard the sound of the powerful rifle.  Even with
his hearing protection, his ears were ringing from the three shots that
John had fired at a different target than the one he had shot at.

Brad took out his 30.06 rifle and fired four shots at another target at 100
yards.  Both men were experienced hunters and knew when their rifles were
expertly sighted in.

Jamie was shocked when he walked down to the end of the 100 yard range and
saw that both John and Brad had put all of their shots directly in the
center of their targets.  He had a new appreciation for the two men for
their obvious proficiency at hunting.

"I think we're all ready to do some major killing tomorrow morning!" John
said to Jamie and Brad.  "I hope that Tom takes time to check his own rifle
before tomorrow morning!"

Brad Martin had several deer blinds on his property, and knew where the
deer often traveled.  He wanted to put Jamie in the best location to get a
big buck and hoped that the boy would at least get a shot at a deer during
the weekend hunt.

Jamie was thrilled that he was getting the attention and tutoring from the
two men.  He wished that his own father would take time to teach him to
shoot, but he knew that both of his parents were too busy with their
careers to spend time with him.  He choked back his emotions and tried to
remain positive to accept the praise of John and Brad.  He was excited
about his first time of hunting with a powerful rifle, and couldn't wait
for the next morning.

That night in the remote cabin, John, Brad, Jamie and Tom sat in the main
room in front of the blazing fire to discuss where they would hunt the next
morning.  Brad was the expert and suggested that Tom and Jamie take the
tree blind near the woods that bordered the cornfield.  The corn had
already been harvested, but the deer still grazed in the field to eat what
the machinery had missed.

"I'm expecting some important phone calls tomorrow morning" Tom said.
"Jamie and I will go out around noon."

Jamie was devastated!  He was confident that he could hit a deer after the
instructions from John and Brad, and didn't want to sit in the cabin when
he could be out hunting.  His body language told both John and Brad that he
was very disappointed.

"Opening morning is the best time for getting a buck," Brad said.  "We're
surrounded by public land that's open to a lot of hunters, and the deer
will be spooked by noon.  Our best chances for scoring will be at first
light when the deer haven't been shot at."

"Why don't I take Jamie out with me?" John offered.  "He and I can hunt in
the same blind in the morning, and then he can hunt with his dad in the
afternoon."

"Fine with me" Tom replied.  "I'm having some problems getting the
contractors lined up for construction of the new mall, and I'll need to
refer to my blueprints while I talk to them."

"Awesome!" Jamie blurted out.  He loved John and hoped that he would be
able to spend some intimate time with his favorite adult.  The cabin was
small and there was no way that he could sneak into John's bed with his
father and Brad in the wide open space.

Everyone decided to shower before going to bed early to be fully rested for
the morning hunt.  They were all excited about getting out in the blinds
and the possibility of seeing some deer.

"Take a fast shower" Brad said when Jamie started undressing.  "I have a
small water heater and I don't want to take a cold shower."

The three men sat around the fire and relaxed with cold beers and fresh
cigars while they discussed the plans for the next morning.  They took
turns taking quick showers and noticed that it was snowing outside.

"The snow should stop around midnight," Brad said.  "A blanket of snow will
make it easier to see the deer and track any wounded animals.  I predict a
great season this year!"

Tom finally got tired of phone calls and turned his cell phone off.  He
shared with his two friends that he was having trouble getting commitments
from several contractors and was trying to get the banks to free up more
money that was needed for his new mall project.

Jamie tossed and turned all night.  He was too excited about going hunting
for the first time to get any quality sleep.  At 5:30 a.m. he gave up and
got out of bed.  He plugged in the large coffee pot and began boiling water
so he could make hot chocolate for himself.  He tried to be quiet, but John
woke up when he heard the anxious teen banging pots and pans in the kitchen
area.

"It's time to get up anyway," John said when Jamie apologized for waking
him up.  "Brad's letting us use the two person ATV so we don't have to walk
out to our blind.  Let's see how much snow we got last night."

John and Jamie opened the door to the cabin and saw that 4 inches of snow
had fallen during the night.  They were both excited about going hunting
and their chatter woke up Brad and Tom.

Tom decided to listen to his voicemail messages while he drank a cup of
coffee, and he wasn't pleased with what he heard.  A design flaw had been
uncovered and he would have to talk to his architect and the contractors to
correct the error.  Timing was everything for him, and he knew that he
would have to spend many hours on the phone to get things settled.

By 6:00 a.m., Jamie was wired!  He wanted to leave to get to the deer blind
with John and didn't want to wait another minute.  The 4-wheeler was under
a carport that kept it dry, so John packed his gear in the rear basket and
waited for Jamie to climb aboard.

"Do you have your rifle?" John teased Jamie.

"Of course!" Jamie exclaimed.  "I'm not a dipshit!"

"How about your thermos of hot chocolate and your ammunition?" John asked.

Jamie's face went white, and he jumped off the machine to run back inside
the cabin.  He ran back to the 4-wheeler with an ammunition belt in his
hand.  He was embarrassed, but relieved that John had asked him about the
rifle shells.

John laughed and teased Jamie that without the ammunition he would have to
throw rocks at any deer that he saw.  He drove the 4-wheeler to the edge of
the woods, retrieved their bags of gear, and covered the machine with a
camouflage cover.

Jamie and John climbed the ladder up to the deer blind that had been built
between 4 trees.  They took two trips each to get their rifles and gear
into the blind and opened up the windows.  It was still dark outside and
John lit the propane heater to warm up the deer blind.

"How long before we can see anything?" Jamie asked excitedly.

"Normally it's light enough to see horns by 7:15" John began.  "With the
white snow for a background, we might be able to see any deer around 7."

"Then we have about 30 minutes," Jamie said.

"30 minutes to drink coffee, smoke a cigar and load our rifles," John
answered.

"I have something better in mind!" Jamie replied.

John looked at the handsome boy; he wasn't prepared for what Jamie was
going to do.  The boy moved close to John and leaned in to put his lips
against John's.  John moaned and Jamie's tongue snaked into John's mouth in
a passionate French kiss.  John pulled the boy close to his body and
returned the kiss.

Jamie had planned this for several days after he learned that John would be
going hunting with him and his father.  He was initially disappointed when
he found out that he would be paired up with his own father, but was
thrilled when he learned that John would be with him for the opening
morning.  He continued kissing John and then pulled down the zipper on the
front of John's snowmobile suit.  His hand wandered inside the warm suit
until he snaked his way under John's sweat pants and into his underwear.

John hadn't planned on having sex with Jamie, but this was too good to
believe.  His dick was hard and he loved the touch of Jamie's fingers on
his hard meat.

"I want to suck your dick!" Jamie blurted out.  "Don't make me wait!"

John had no intention of making the boy wait. He quickly opened his suit
and pulled down his sweat pants and boxers to release his throbbing meat.
He moaned when Jamie took the head of his cock into his mouth, and John
guided the boy's head while he slid his meat in and out.  He knew he
wouldn't last long and warned Jamie before dumping several blasts of man
cream.

Jamie was in heaven!  He loved John and loved sucking John's cock.  Ever
since John had initiated him into the world of gay sex, he had been hooked.
He'd become an experienced cocksucker and loved to suck a dick and swallow
the warm cum.  He gulped down the special sauce and expertly pushed the
remaining fluid out of John's 8 ½ inches of thick meat before John begged
him to stop.

John recovered from the emotions of blowing his load inside Jamie's warm
mouth and quickly found Jamie's hard boy meat.  He circled the knob of
Jamie's cock with his tongue and took all five inches of Jamie's meat in
his mouth.  He rotated his head to add stimulus to the warm shaft and was
quickly rewarded with three ropes of watery cum.  He held the tasty liquid
in his mouth to extract the unique flavor before swallowing.  He stripped
the remaining juice out and lapped it up before Jamie asked him to stop.

"Are you ready for another blowjob?" Jamie asked John.  "I love sucking
your cock!"

"We need to load our rifles and get dressed" John replied.  "That was a
great way to start our day of hunting together. Maybe later we can go for
Round Two!"

Jamie laughed and got dressed to warm up his body.  Having his body exposed
to the 20- degree weather had chilled him, and he wanted to be warm and
ready if any deer came into view.  He loaded his rifle and poured a cup of
hot chocolate to warm up.

John was thrilled that he and Jamie had shared the early morning sex.  It
had been almost a year since he and Jamie had gone to the Jeffries'
cottage, and he wasn't sure that Jamie would still be interested in sex
with an adult male.  He looked out the window of the deer blind and told
Jamie that it was getting light enough to start looking for deer.

Jamie was excited about his first deer hunt and strained his eyes to find a
deer.  The snow made it easier to see, but no deer came into view.

"Look through your scope," John whispered to Jamie.  "The scope pulls in
more light and helps you see in the dark."

"I see something moving over by the edge of the cornfield!" Jamie said
excitedly.  "Is that a deer?"

John swung his rifle around to look at the edge of the field and was
surprised to see a doe walking along the edge of the woods.  Several other
deer came into view, but they were all does.

"That's a doe!" John said.  "Good job!  I don't see any horns on any of
them, but it's a good sign to see 8 deer so early."

At 7:15, John and Jamie heard shooting in the distance.  Someone on the
state land had fired three shots, and they were both excited.

"Three shots usually mean a miss!" John said.  "One shot usually means a
kill!"

By 7:30, Jamie was getting restless.  He had hoped for a chance to fire his
rifle, but they hadn't seen anything since the does had walked into the
woods.  "Should we climb down and walk around in the woods?" he asked.

"There's no wind and the snow will make us noisy and alert any deer to run"
John replied.  "Just stay quiet and I'm sure that we'll see a buck before
long."

Jamie wasn't convinced, but he followed John's instructions and gripped his
rifle tightly to his body.  He strained his eyes to find a deer, but became
frustrated and still wanted to get out of the blind and go looking through
the woods.

At 8:30 they heard a shot that sounded close to their blind.  Jamie turned
to look into the direction of the shot and was shocked when he saw a deer
walking through the woods.

"I see a buck!" Jamie said excitedly.  His voice carried through the woods
and the buck turned and ran away.  "SHIT!" Jamie exclaimed.

"Your voice carries through the air!" John admonished.  "Either whisper or
just point if you see something!  That shot was close, and I bet that Brad
hit something!  He never misses!"

Jamie was frustrated, but realized that John was teaching him how to hunt
effectively.  He was angry with himself for scaring away the buck and felt
terrible!

John hugged the boy and tried to calm him down.  He spoke soothing words
and felt Jamie's body shaking.  He suspected that the boy was crying, but
he didn't acknowledge the way he was punishing himself.

At 9:00 a.m., things changed dramatically for the hunting pair.  John was
the first to see a large buck walking along the edge of the woods at about
200 yards.  He pointed in the direction of the buck and silently moved
closer to Jamie.  He could feel the boy quiver with excitement and very
quietly gave Jamie instructions.

"Wait!" John whispered.  "Let him come closer!  Get ready!  Pull the hammer
back!"

Jamie did everything that John suggested, but he wanted to shoot
immediately.

"Take your time!" John whispered.  "Control your breathing!  He's getting
in range!  Now take a big breath, let it out and hold the crosshairs on his
right shoulder!  Gently squeeze the trigger but keep looking through the
scope!"

The woods echoed with the sound of the 32 Special turning loose the
120-grain bullet.  John saw the bullet impact the right shoulder, but a
little higher than he had hoped for.  The large deer reared up, jumped
sideways and ran into the woods.

Jamie was devastated!  He started crying and was cussing at the deer
getting away.

"Calm down!" John said.  "You got him!  Your shot was a little high, but I
know that you hit him solid!"

"He ran away!" Jamie sobbed.  "I missed him!  FUCK!"

"You didn't miss him!" John insisted.  "I've hunted for years and I know
when a buck is going to die!  We'll wait at least 15 minutes and then we'll
go down and see if we can pick up a blood trail.  I'm proud of you!"

Jamie tried to choke back his tears, but he was still sure that he had
missed the large deer.  John hugged the boy and continued praising him for
listening to his instructions.  He was still comforting the boy when motion
across the cornfield got his attention.

"Be quiet!" John whispered to Jamie.  "I see a buck on the other side of
the field!"

Jamie looked at the direction that John was pointing and saw the deer.  He
could barely see the horns because the deer was over 300 yards away, but he
watched John aim the powerful rifle and release the safety.  Even with the
earplugs, Jamie's ears rang when John fired the 7 mm Magnum rifle.  He was
shocked when he saw the deer drop right where John had shot it.

"He's down!" John yelled.

"How can he be dead?" Jamie asked.  "That's way further than mine was when
I shot it, and mine ran away!"

"This is a very powerful rifle" John replied.  "I've dropped deer at over
400 yards before!  Let's go down and ride the 4-wheeler over to see my deer
and then we'll start tracking yours!"

Jamie was excited to see a dead deer, but still thought that John had
missed.  His mood soared when they got closer to the other side of the
cornfield and he could see the dead deer and the antlers.  He jumped off
the 4-wheeler and ran up to the deer to count the points on the antlers.

"It's an 8 point!" Jamie yelled excitedly while grabbing the horns.

"Don't ever run up to an animal like that!" John admonished.  "You always
have to make sure the deer is dead before getting close!  Those antlers
could kill you in a matter of seconds!"

Jamie was ashamed, but he apologized to John.  His own father would have
hit him for being stupid, but John was very different.  John was teaching
him how to hunt effectively, and he so loved the special attention.

"WOW!" John said when he saw the size of the rack on his buck.  It was one
of the biggest racks that he had ever killed, and he was thrilled.  He tied
a rope around the horns and tied the end to the 4-wheeler before climbing
aboard.

"We got mine, so now let's go find yours!" John said excitedly.  When Jamie
had fired his rifle, John was sure that the buck that Jamie had hit was
even larger than his!  He prayed that they would find the deer to make the
day special for the handsome boy.

"Did you see where the buck was when you shot?" John asked Jamie.

Jamie was embarrassed that he didn't mark the spot where the deer was
standing when he shot.  He still had a lot to learn about deer hunting, but
John wasn't yelling at him when he made a mistake.

"He was right near that oak tree," John said.  "Oak trees hold their leaves
longer than the other trees, and I think that's where we'll start our
tracking!"

Jamie was excited and prayed that they would find his deer.  He remembered
that his deer had reared up and jumped sideways before running into the
woods, and he was still sure that he had missed with his shot.

"By the way your deer jumped up, I bet you hit him a little high in the
right shoulder," John said.  "A wounded deer can run a long distance if
they sense that someone is chasing them.  We left him alone, and I bet that
he laid down in the woods."

"I know that I missed him!" Jamie said.  "If I had hit him, he'd be dead
like yours!"

"My rifle's more powerful and kicks like a mule!" John said.  "When you aim
for the shoulder, you either hit the deer in the heart or break his spine.
Either way, he's dead!"

Jamie and John got off the 4-wheeler and quickly found the spot where the
deer had been standing when Jamie shot.

"See the torn up ground?" John asked.  "Your shot caused that!  See the
hair and blood?  That's a great sign!  I want you to keep the safety on
your rifle, but you're going to be the one to track your deer!  Don't step
on the deer tracks or the blood!"

Jamie tried to follow the tracks, but was confused when he saw that the
woods were covered with deer tracks in the fresh snow.

"When a deer's wounded, it usually goes in a straight line," John said.
"Go back to the last place where you saw blood!"  He watched Jamie follow
his instructions and was proud of the young teen.  "Now can you see the
direction that your deer was running?"

Jamie started walking in the direction that he guessed was a straight line.
He followed John's instructions and walked slowly and tried to be silent in
the woods.  He was looking down at the tracks in the snow and got excited
when he found more blood.

John was an experienced hunter and was confident that he and Jamie would
find the buck.  He could have taken the lead, but he wanted the boy to
learn how to track a wounded animal.  John looked into the woods and saw a
brown object.  He was thrilled and knew that it was Jamie's deer, but he
didn't want to alert the boy.  He continued giving Jamie instructions on
how to follow the blood trail and waited for the boy to find the buck.

Jamie was excited that he was seeing more blood.  He carefully walked into
the woods and screamed with joy when he saw his deer on the ground by a
pine tree.  "THERE HE IS!" Jamie screamed.  "Is he dead?"

"You tell me!" John replied.  "Find a stick and poke him in the rump!  Stay
away from his horns!"

Jamie thought he would pass out from excitement when he saw the huge rack
on his buck!  He poked the deer with a stick and was sure it was dead
before he poked it again in the head.

"HE'S GOT 12 POINTS!" Jamie screamed.

"MY GOD IT'S HUGE!" John said when he saw the rack on the dead deer.  Jamie
had bagged a trophy class buck on his first day of deer hunting, and John
was thrilled that he had witnessed it!

John and Jamie put their rifles against a downed tree and hugged and shared
"high fives".

"I've never killed a deer this big!" John exclaimed.  "You did fantastic!
I'm proud of you!"

Jamie had tears of joy flowing down his face while he accepted the praise
from his special friend.  He tried to choke back his tears, but John just
hugged him and shared in the excitement.

John pulled out his digital camera and told Jamie to wipe his face and pose
next to the dead deer with his rifle.  He took several pictures and laughed
at the way Jamie was smiling!  If the boy's smile were any larger, it would
have broken his face!

"Go back and untie my LITTLE deer from the 4-wheeler!" John joked.  "If you
can't untie the rope, cut it and drive the 4-wheeler over here so we can
drag your HUGE deer out of the woods!"

Jamie was thrilled that John would trust him to drive the 4-wheeler.  He
had driven a 4- wheeler before, but only on the grass in the backyard of
his home.  Now he was being treated like an adult, and he was shaking with
excitement.

Brad Martin had heard the gunshots, but wasn't sure that John and Jamie
were the ones who fired.  He had gutted his six-point buck and was ready to
brag to everyone at the camp when they saw it.

Jamie was thrilled that he drove the 4-wheeler through the woods and up to
his dead deer.  He was proud of his driving skills and soaked up the praise
from John.

John let Jamie do everything.  The boy was excited, but listened to John
about how to tie up the deer to drag it out of the woods.  John taught
Jamie how to tie a Bolen's knot at both ends of the rope and walked
alongside the 4-wheeler with Jamie driving.

Jamie ran over a few small trees, but was proud that he got his deer out of
the woods and next to John's.  "Jeez, my deer could eat yours!" Jamie
teased.

"My deer's huge, but yours is COLLOSAL!" John said.  "Now you can watch me
gut my deer and then you can do yours!"

Jamie didn't like the sight of blood, but he was determined to do
everything that was expected of a deer hunter.  He watched John put on the
long plastic gloves that went up to the shoulders and then slip on the
surgical gloves over the plastic.  He watched carefully while John field
dressed the dead deer in less than 10 minutes.

"Now it's your turn!" John said after he finished with his work.  He hoped
that Jamie would field dress his own deer and was proud when he saw Jamie
getting his own gloves on.  It took close to 30 minutes for the boy to
finish, but John praised him for following his directions.

"Get the jugs of water," John said.  "I'll hold my deer up while you pour
the water inside to wash out the body cavity!"

Jamie did everything that John told him, and when they were finished, they
took off the protective gloves and admired their trophies.

"I'm never taking you hunting again!" John exclaimed.

"What did I do wrong?" Jamie asked.  He was devastated that he had messed
up and was ready to beg John to forgive him.

"I'm not going to take you again because you got a bigger deer than I did!"
John teased.  "Wait till your dad and Brad see what you nailed!  They'll be
jealous as hell!"

Jamie's emotions soared when he realized that John was teasing him.  He
couldn't wait to show his father what he had bagged, and was thrilled when
John let him drive the 4- wheeler back to the cabin.  When they got close,
they saw that Brad had parked his 4- wheeler outside the cabin, and a
six-point buck was tied to the back.

Brad and Tom heard the 4-wheeler drive up and were surprised to see Jamie
driving.

"I GOT A HUGE BUCK!" Jamie screamed with joy.

"HOLY FUCK!" Tom exclaimed when he saw the two large bucks tied to the back
of the 4-wheeler.  "DID YOU GET THE BIG ONE?"

"He sure did!" John replied.  "Our novice hunter bagged a real trophy on
his first day of deer hunting!"

Tom hugged his son and showered Jamie with praise.  He listened to Jamie
describe every event of the morning hunt, and saw the joy in his son's
face.  Jamie was wound up and never stopped talking while the men admired
his trophy.  It was the best day of his life, mainly because his father
kept telling him how proud he was of him.

"It's not noon yet, but I think we need to celebrate!" Brad said.  "Let's
get these deer hanging on the buck pole and have a toast to our fantastic
young hunter!"

Tom was excited and found his digital camera to take several pictures of
the happy hunters and the three dead deer.  He refused to drink the glass
of Canadian Club whiskey, only because he was going out hunting himself
after getting his business problem handled.  He drank ginger ale and
promised that he would celebrate with his hunting buddies after he bagged
his own deer.

"Go back to our blind!" Jamie suggested.  He wanted his father to kill a
deer too, but silently hoped that no one would get one larger than his.  He
was thrilled when Brad handed him the shot glass of whiskey and the boy
threw it down like John and Brad.  The strong liquid burned his mouth and
throat, and he choked!  "How could anyone enjoy this crap?" He thought.  He
coughed and gagged, but then joined the men in laughing.

John and Brad got cleaned up and then started making beef stew for the
evening meal.  The happy hunters ate ham sandwiches and chicken soup and
waited for Tom to return.  They all hoped that Tom would get lucky too, and
talked about their success.

Jamie kept repeating his tale of his first hunt, and soon the story was
getting embellished.  He was now saying that he knew that he had killed the
deer, and was confident that he would be able to track it in the woods.

John just smiled and savored the happy time with the handsome boy.  The day
had been perfect!  He had traded blowjobs with the cute teen and then they
had both killed trophy deer!  The only thing that could make the day better
would be for Brad to leave so he could fuck Jamie's perfect ass!

"I'm going to run over to Derek's cabin and see how they did," Brad said to
John and Jamie.  "I forgot to get some rolls for the beef stew, so I'll
drive to town and hit the bakery.  I'll be back in about an hour!  Let's
hope that Tom gets a shot before it gets dark!"

John and Jamie tried to hide their excitement about being alone in the
cabin.  They would hear Brad's truck when he returned, and would also hear
the 4-wheeler if Tom came back.  They waited for Brad to leave before they
both grabbed each other and headed for the nearest bed.

"FUCK ME!" Jamie screamed while John was pulling off his jeans.  He knew
that this would be the only chance that they would have for more sex, and
he was horny!

When they were both naked, John went down on Jamie's cock and sucked the
boy to a crashing orgasm.  He gulped down the watery liquid and loved the
taste!  He didn't waste any time in putting saliva on the head of his cock
and aiming for the puckered hole of the young teen.

Jamie moaned in pleasure when he felt John's cock pop inside his tight
hole.  He wrapped his legs around John's body and pulled the cock deeper
inside his body.  He loved being fucked and fought back the pain and
pressure to encourage John to start thrusting.

John had dreamed about fucking Jamie, but never dreamed that his fantasy
would be realized.  He started with slow, deliberate strokes, but quickly
surrendered to his passion and started hammering in and out of the gripping
hole.  He leaned down and kissed Jamie and matched the thrusts of his
tongue with the thrusts of his cock.  He lost all control and fucked Jamie
harder than he had ever fucked another male!  His passion exploded, and he
flooded the boy's rectum with no less than six blasts of cream.  He
collapsed on top of Jamie and felt his cock throbbing inside the tight
hole.

"That was the best fuck I ever had!" Jamie exclaimed when John finally
pulled his cock out of his ass.  He looked down at his own belly and was
surprised to see that he had shot his own load of cum during the fantastic
fuck!

John saw the fresh boy cum and leaned down to lick it all up.  He loved the
taste of boy juice and didn't want to waste a drop!  When he was sure that
he had slurped up every drop, he collapsed back on the bed.

Jamie felt the semen flowing out of his freshly fucked hole and grabbed a
sock to stop the juice.  He jumped out of the bed and ran for the bathroom
to release some trapped air and the rest of John's passion pudding.  His
ass was burning, but he loved it!  He hadn't been fucked since the time at
the cottage with John, and he was in heaven!

John joined Jamie in the bathroom to wash off his cock and balls.  Normally
he liked to have his partner flush out their solid waste to make the sex
more enjoyable, but passion had made that impossible.

The two lovers were dressed and had the table set for the evening meal when
they heard the sound of the 4-wheeler.  They both ran outside to see if Tom
had bagged a deer.  It was almost 5:30 and it was getting dark when they
saw the headlights of the 4-wheeler.

"I got a six-point!" Tom yelled.  He had just shot the buck and decided to
head back to the cabin before it got dark.  He secretly hoped that John or
Brad would gut his deer.  He didn't like the blood and smell, but didn't
want to admit it to his own son.

"You forgot to gut it!" John exclaimed.

"I didn't remember my flashlight, so I wanted to get back here to gut it!"
Tom lied.

John had hunted for years with Brad and Tom, and knew that Tom would be
nauseated if he gutted his own deer.  He decided to rescue his friend and
said, "Get inside and get warm!  Jamie and I'll haul your deer over to the
field and get it ready for the buck pole.  Congratulations!  It's bigger
than Brad's six-point!"

Jamie was in heaven!  All four hunters had bagged a buck, but his was the
biggest!  He couldn't wait to brag to his friends about his expertise in
deer hunting!

Tom was relieved and just nodded at John.  He knew that his friend was
letting him slide on the lie, and welcomed the opportunity to get inside in
front of the fire to warm up.

Brad returned just in time to help John and Jamie hoist the latest kill up
on the buck pole.  He was thrilled that his friends had all scored on
opening day, and he promised to mount all four deer heads.

John knew that Brad owned Elite Taxidermy, but he felt guilty about his
buddy mounting his deer for free.

Brad knew that John was having financial difficulties, and suspected that
Tom was getting in too deep with his latest construction project.  He loved
his friends and said that the mounts would take several months to complete,
and they would be Christmas gifts to the successful hunters.

During the evening meal, Jamie entertained everyone with his constant
recounting of his hunting skills.  It was the best day of his life, and he
wanted it to last forever!

"This was a fantastic day!" Tom said.  "I got my problems fixed in time to
get out and bag a buck, and my son made me proud with his trophy!"

John was thrilled that Tom was praising Jamie.  It was the first time in
years that he could remember Tom giving Jamie any positive comments.

"The assholes in the state land will drive all of the deer onto my
property," Brad said.  "Let's relax and go out tomorrow afternoon and see
if we can fill our doe permits."

Jamie was excited about another chance to hunt with John, but was afraid
that his father would want to go with him.  He was relieved when John
suggested that they keep the same partners for the next day of hunting, and
his father had agreed.

Before the hunters left the camp, they had each taken two deer.  Brad had a
friend who had offered to trade processing all of the venison for one doe
and a free mount of a buck.

The hunting adventure would be savored for many years by all three men and
one VERY happy boy!


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