Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2012 11:56:36 -0800 (PST)
From: B <wasputz2525@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rooming with My Best Friend Junior 34

ROOMING WITH MY BEST FRIEND – JUNIOR 34

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COLT'S POV

Pulling up to Chase's dorm, it was easy to see him outside waiting on
me. He walked over with a dip in his lip, a bottle in his hand, his hat
turned backwards and a blue AE tee stretched over his increasingly growing
muscles. He threw his bag behind my seat as he got in my truck before we
headed to set up our camp to deer hunt.

I smiled at him before I left the lot. He was me made over in so many ways
it wasn't even funny. There's was no denying we were brothers.

"You ready to slay a big buck?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah, you know it!" he said and laughed. "Colt, it's funny how your
mouth gets so loose when you're here."

"Ain't it?"

"Man, the word fuck in our dorm is so common. You hear it everywhere you
turn and it influences you."

"It really does. We come here good boys and leave hellions," I laughed and
stopped since his dip looked too appealing. I threw one in and headed off
home.

We had barely left the parking lot when Chase got a text message. He was a
master now and was going ninety to nothing with his thumbs.

"A girl?" I asked.

"Hell no. Some dude that thinks we're good buddies now. All he does is text
me."

"That's cool, Chase. Maybe he's jealous of you."

Chase laughed, "My fucking good looks is all... wait that
sounds... ummm... gay."

"It's cool, dude. Be yourself. I know now you accept me and Kris. I'm
right, aren't I?"

"Well yeah! I accept you 100 percent. We all do, or those that matter. Now
that shit's old news. So tell me, Colt, what's it really like to have a
boyfriend?"

"Honestly, it's better than I thought. I love Kris to death, but in some
ways it don't seem all that different..."

"Other than you fuck a lot now," Chase giggled.

"I can't lie to you. We do fuck a lot."

"Dammmmnnn! There must be something to that then. Here Tabor and I brag if
we get laid three times in a month."

"You can solve that..."

"Fuck no! One bi dude in our family is enough. I see nothing appealing
about sucking a dick or letting some other dude stick his dick up my
ass. Don't it hurt?"

"I can't lie to you, it does a little, but then... oh my God it feels so
fucking good!"

"I'll have to take your word on that one," Chase said and spit in his
bottle.

I continued driving and really enjoyed talking to my brother. We talked
about our classes. I was happy he was doing so well. Just like I thought,
he loved college and everything that went with it. He was making lifelong
friends, just as I had.

We arrived after the hour or so drive. There wasn't a car in sight with Dad
gone to his deer camp and Mom off with her friends shopping for the
weekend.

"Colt, tell me, what are we doing camping when we have the entire house to
ourselves?"

I patted his arm, "How much fun would that be?"

We laughed together and entered our house. It was still the same as always
and was so outdated. We threw down our bags and saw a note from Mom. It
appeared as though Matt's mom wasn't the only Mom around that could
cook. We had a roast waiting on the counter with a pan of lasagna and a big
thing of chilli in the fridge. It was tempting to eat but daylight was a
burning.

We carried our stuff from my truck as far as I could make it. We unloaded
it all, including lots of beer thanks to Dillon. I had borrowed Corey's
nice tent and air mattress for the weekend since his stuff was nicer. Just
as advertised, his tent was up in no time. I aired up the mattress while we
walked a good ways to place Chase and Tabor's good size tent. Shawn would
be joining us Saturday night since he couldn't get off work tonight or
tomorrow. We worked hard and finally managed to get the bigger tent
up. Next we gathered wood and piled it up to make a fire. It wasn't
supposed to get really cold but cold enough to warrant us building a nice
fire to sit by.

We returned to our house and started eating and waiting on Tabor and Kris
to arrive, with Tabor driving. Without a doubt, that would be an
adventuresome ride with those two.

With Chase still on his phone and me watching TV, I heard a vehicle pull
up. Before they got to the door it was easy to hear Tabor and Kris laughing
and talking since they were loud. I opened the door and let them
inside. Both were dressed in cut up tees and jeans with bags over their
shoulders.

"Colt, Kris is a fucking trip!" Tabor said loudly. "He's had me laughing
the whole way here."

"I thought you'd have known that by now," Chase said, looking up from his
phone.

"So what are we doing here?" Kris asked.

"Mom made us a roast to eat," I replied.

"Fuck yeah! Let's eat!" Tabor said as hyper as ever.

"Chill Tabor!" I said.

"Now you see what my ass deals with every fucking day," Chase stated.

The two ate everything in sight and finished off the roast. We gathered our
stuff, including our guns for the next morning's hunt. Dad had been feeding
the deer so hopefully there would be some stirring and waiting to become a
meal.

With the moon half full, we used a light and made it back to our camp
site. Tabor liked that his tent was a good ways away from ours. Kris
started the fire before we broke out the cooler of beer.

We took a seat around the fire. I reached over and put my arm around Kris's
waist. He leaned over and kissed me.

"Colt, it is weird seeing you and Kris kiss like that," Chase said.

"We are a couple," I stated.

"I know, but it's something I'm not used to. Nothing wrong with it since
y'all are boyfriends," Chase said.

"It is weird, but hey they're fucking cool," Tabor said.

"See what I was talking about earlier, Colt? Every other word now out of
Tabor's mouth is fuck," Chase laughed.

"You're just as bad," Tabor shot back and took a drink.

"It happens, bros," Kris said. "What has shocked me is Reese's
mouth. Damn!"

"It's like we don't have any control," Chase laughed. "It's a habit like
this dip."

"I don't think saying fuck has ever been a health hazard," I said.

"Wrong!" Tabor said. "Say it to the wrong person at the wrong time and see
if it ain't."

We laughed and agreed. It was great with just my best friend, my brother
and his best friend sitting around a campfire drinking, having a dip and
letting the stories fly. Then it hit me that I had brought my gun but
didn't have any shells.

I stood and told them I need to run to the house just for minute. Kris
jumped up and said he was going with me. We took a long piss after three
beers and headed up. I came around the corner and saw a foreign car sitting
in our driveway.

"Oh fuck," Kris said quietly. "Is someone robbing the joint?"

"I don't know," I said with my heart pounding now.

We walked to the front door and turned the knob to find it was
unlocked. Knowing us we left it that way. I slowly opened the door. Once
inside, there stood my dad with another woman.

"What the fuck!" I screamed at the top of my lungs in anger.

"Colt, don't talk that way around me," Dad said.

"Fuck that shit! You're fucking around on Mom!" I said with so much rage
and hate filling my voice and shaking my body.

"Son, calm down..."

"No motherfucker! I've known what was going down for years! Get the fuck
out!"

Dad walked up to me, "You listen to me and listen to me good. Don't ever
let me hear you talk to me that way again. Karen and I will just leave."

There was so much temptation to punch my Dad in the face. "Leave and don't
ever show your face around here again. How could you do this?"

"You wouldn't understand!"

The door opened behind me with Chase and Tabor out of breath. I assumed
Kris called them. "What the fuck?" Chase yelled.

"We're leaving!" Dad said, throwing up his hands.

"Dad, I'm so pissed off right now!" Chase said.

"I am too. He's lucky we don't both kick his ass!" I said. "Dad, your shit
will be in the yard! I'm not spoiling Mom's good time and will wait `til
she's back! If she's stupid enough..."

"Victoria and I are finished. This shit should have happened years ago!"
Dad said.

"Now get the fuck out! Oh, by the way, Kris is my boyfriend now." I said,
using this as my chance.

"I knew you were a fag all along," Dad said smartly.

"Fuck you, Dad!" Chase said. "Get the fuck out before we throw your ass out
in the yard!"

Dad walked out quickly with the woman trailing him. She was white as a
sheet and not attractive at all. If Dad was fooling around, the least he
could have done was pick a better looking woman. Dad turned, "Have fun, my
little faggot son!"

It took all I had not to confront him and beat his ass. I was so mad, angry
and disappointed I didn't know what to do. I was pacing around until Kris
grabbed me. "Are you okay?"

"Fuck no I'm not okay! You saw that shit!"

"Colt, this fucking sucks!" Chase said.

I turned and punched the couch out of frustration. I sat down and put my
face in my hands. I felt someone grab me and looked up to see it was
Chase. I stood and hugged him with everything I had. "I fucking love you,
Chase. We're gonna make it in spite of Dad."

"You will. This really fucks up our weekend," Tabor said.

"It won't!" I said. "We're still gonna kill some deer out there."

"We are," Kris said.

We sat around with Kris consoling us. He tried his best to say everything
would be okay and I know he was only trying to help, but we were both still
reeling. Once I was calm and had my thoughts together, I gathered the
shells I had come after. One benefit of having Kris was feeling the love
when we walked back to camp. His arm was around me while we walked. He
stopped me and grabbed my face. His hot kiss was great.

"I needed that," I said.

"I'm glad you did. I love you so much!"

"I love you too! Thanks for being there with me and for me! I'll never
forget it."

We made it back and stoked the fire. My mind was elsewhere after the
drama. Kris sat down next to me and continued to hold me. It felt great.

"Tabor, Chase needs some lovin'," Kris said.

"We're not like y'all," Tabor said.

"He's your best friend. Now is the time he needs you. You don't have get
fucking mushy or shit like that. Just hold him and tell him you're here for
him like I'm doing with Colt," Kris said.

Tabor put his arm around Chase. Chase gave in and let Tabor do as Kris
said. It was sweet to see, but Chase needed it. Finally Kris walked over to
the fire with me. We put our arms around each other and I stared into the
blazing flames and hoped what had happened was just a dream.

We didn't say much and were there for each other. We decided to call it a
night and try to get some sleep before 5 or 5:30 came the next morning.

Kris and I shed our clothes before we entered the tent. Now with the sun
gone it was cooler, but I knew I had a warm body next to me. We entered the
tent and got under the sleeping bags thrown over the mattress. It was nice
and comfy. Kris leaned over and kissed me as he had done so often
tonight. Never could I have imagined just a simple kiss could mean as much
as it did until tonight. I grabbed him and felt his naked body against
mine.

"Kris, I really wanted this to be our special night..."

"Bro, I understand. Sex is not needed or necessary. My boyfriend hurts like
hell and I'm here for him."

"Sort of like Matt when his dad passed away, he knew it was coming but it
still hurts like bitch. I said I've known for years, but to walk in like
that... Why did I have to go get shells?"

"It was meant to be."

"Just how fucking stupid is he? Huh?"

"Very fucking stupid. Pussy won out over deer camp I guess. He knew we'd be
back here and your mom was gone. Did you know who that chick was?"

"I don't have a clue and I don't care. I know Mom isn't the prettiest or
skinniest around, but damn! Just leave. See what trouble it has now
caused. Tomorrow his shit is going out in the yard."

"We can do that when we're watching the game. Can you believe two more home
games after this and the season is over?"

"Nope, not at all," I replied.

We talked until Kris dozed off. I laid there in the darkness, thinking. I
think I finally went to sleep about 2, but it felt like I just went to
sleep when Chase came over to get us up.

It was chilly when we got out of bed. We threw on our hunting gear, grabbed
a quick bite and headed out. In the limited light, I was able to show Kris
his stand. He climbed up on it and took my old rifle with him. I wished him
luck before I headed over to mine.

Being up in the stand was another time for me to sit and think. I threw a
dip in my lip and sat there as daylight broke. I tried playing on my phone
to take my mind off things. If nothing else I did tell Dad about Kris and I
when I saw it didn't matter what he thought. I was pissed as I had ever
been, I think, and more so than with Kris. It affected my family, and
worse, meant I didn't give a fuck what happened to Dad at this point. Sure,
there'd be a day when the storm was over with, but I wondered how long it'd
take for me to forgive him.

BOOM! BOOM! My eyes flew open and I knew it was coming from Kris's
direction, I think, or maybe Chase's. My phone rang and I saw it was
Kris. He didn't really need a phone he was so loud with excitement. I got
off my stand and walked towards Kris's.

"Hell yeah! Look this thing!" Kris shouted with such excitement. "Bro, it's
my first deer! My first fucking deer!  Look it's a nice big eight point
too!"

I stuck out my hand for a high five, "Congrats! It's a nice one!"

"Thanks!" Kris said. "Now what?"

"We gut him and cut him up."

Kris rubbed his stubble, "Okay, but I don't have a knife."

I smiled, "We'll haul it back to the shed. We got shit there. Oh, by the
way, make sure you tag him and report him to the Game and Fish."

"Will do," Kris said. Technology was great and made that part so easy. In
no time Kris had done his duty. I took a few pictures of Kris smiling and
holding his deer and sent them to Matt, Corey and Shawn. I knew Matt really
didn't care that much, but he would be happy for Kris.

Chase and Tabor came running up. They were excited to see the deer and said
what a great shot Kris was to get it in the neck. We weren't thinking or
else we'd have had our four wheelers handy to help haul this nice big deer
back. Kris lugged the big thing on his back and started carrying it towards
our house with Chase and Tabor gone back to their stands. I had cut up a
deer before, but it had been a few years.

Once we got back, I heard shots again through the woods. Within a few
minutes, I got a call saying Chase had downed him a nice six point. Kris
was still excited as ever so we grabbed the four wheelers and headed out to
haul Chase's deer back.

We put his deer on one and headed back with Tabor riding crazy on Chase's
four wheeler. Just as we returned, there was a noise coming through the
woods. We looked up and saw Gramps hobbling towards.

"I thought I heard shots," he said in his gravelly voice.

"Yes sir," Kris said.

Gramps approached the deer and took a look, "Those are nice ones. Good
job. Maybe that'll be less in my damn garden this summer. You need to kill
a few more round here."

"We'll try," Chase said. "Gramps, do you think you can help us cut `em up?"

"Hell fire, boy. You're old enough to do that," Gramps said. "Getcha a
knife and start at `er."

"Gramps, it has been years since I've cut one up," I said. "I know we need
to gut and drain all the blood."

"Damn Colt, move out of the way. Watch and learn how your old grandpa does
this shit," he said with all of us smiling. He was so lovable and was the
same grandpa I used to love being around as a kid.

"Gramps, we've got some bad news," Chase said and told Gramps about Dad.

"I always told Victoria Bob wasn't worth shit. That there just proves
that," Gramps said.

"Hey, don't call Mom and spoil her trip. We're gonna wait `til she gets
back," I said.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Gramps said.

We stood and watched Gramps do his thing. The fun part was a tradition
where the blood of the deer was smeared all over the person that killed
it. That caught Kris a bit off guard but he loved it and wore the blood
with honor, thinking of it as his prize for finally killing one.

It took a while, but with a lot of help we had the two cut up and ready to
be processed. With nothing to do with them, it wasn't hard saying we'd
bring them up to Gramps' house and let him have both. He said he didn't
need both and would call a buddy of his who would love it.

I drove Gramps back to his house, along with one of the deer. Chase brought
the other one. We couldn't just drop him off and leave. Nana would be mad
if we didn't at least say hi. We went in and talked to her just a minute
before heading back.

We stood around and had a good laugh at Kris and Chase with blood smeared
all over their faces and shirts. We headed back out to hunt for a little
while longer before the game came on. All the excitement had taken my mind
away from Dad, but back in the stand, it did return. It was nice staring
out where so many memories had been made.

There were no other shots heard before we called it a day. I saw a really
small one, as did Tabor. At least we had killed two and thinned them out
just a little. More were needed since there were quite a few in and around
our land. It was nothing to see them in the summer at night.

If nothing else, a good hot shower felt so good. We all showered but
continued to leave our beards. Mine was now a beard, but I had trimmed
around the edges to not look so rugged. Kris's was growing nicely as well,
as was Chase's.

We broke out the chili and heated it up to go along with the beer we had
hauled up to the house. Mom wouldn't be happy with us but then she wasn't
around. We sat around reliving last night. I was able to laugh a little
about it now. Finally the game came on TV. We kicked back and sat to watch
the game.

At half time, with us leading by two touchdowns, Shawn arrived. He was
happy to see us and came bringing more brews with him. He was barely inside
the door before he had one open and was drinking it. We first bragged about
the deer Kris and Chase killed before getting to the drama. Shawn was a
great friend and gave me a big hug. He said he was sorry to hear what had
happened.

We were in full drinking mode once the game started back up. As usual, Ted
was having his great game and was on his way to being an All-American. Luke
was on his game as well and was marching the team up and down the field,
just like he does in practice. Myles wasn't in on many plays, but it wasn't
a good sign if he was.

We ended up winning the game without much trouble and it had us in a better
mood, plus having drunk about four or five didn't hurt matters. We kicked
it a while at the house and enjoyed the lasagne Mom had made. With five of
us, it was demolished and left us with an empty pan.

We hiked back to our camp, with Shawn hauling his things. Tabor was
stumbling and damn near bit the ground a few times. It gave us more to
laugh about. We started the fire back up with ease and sat around it. A dip
was more appealing than more beer, as it was to Chase and Tabor too. We
roasted marshmallows and enjoyed shooting the shit.

As they were talking it hit me that soon all these great times would come
to an end. Matt is usually the sentimental one of us, but I got really sad
thinking there was just one more football season, one more deer season and
one more summer before this was all over. Then real life began, hopefully
with a diploma for me. A college diploma would be a big achievement for me
since it wasn't coming easy like it should for Chase.

The laughs were so plentiful now with all of us being pretty drunk. Chase
broke out VJ's saying of white boy wasted. We were that and maybe a little
more by the end. The beer let us be goofy, with Kris and Shawn dancing like
fools when Tabor turned up his music on his phone.

We ended the night and put out the fire. We had pretty much stopped
drinking about an hour before we called it a night.

Kris put his arm around my shoulder as we walked to our tent. His shirt was
long gone, as were the rest of ours. I was stunned Kris wasn't naked, but
it didn't seem like that kind of night, despite the heat coming from the
fire and drinking.

"Colt, you seem to be doing better," Kris commented.

"I am. You and Chase killing one and us winning have helped matters."

"And a few beers in your system can't have hurt. I see why there are so
many drunks."

"It does take your mind off from things," I said and lost my jeans and
boxers, along with my shoes. I kept my socks on since my feet were cold.

Kris entered the tent and pulled me to him, wrapping his big muscular arms
around me. They felt so good and I melted into them. His strong hug
followed by his wet lips gently nipping at mine really got my blood
pumping. My hands went all over his amazing naked body, feeling the hard
muscles that covered his back, moving down to squeeze his gorgeous bubble
butt as my lips parted and his tongue slipped into my mouth. His hands were
all over me too, holding me close and rubbing the bottom of my back,
caressing my ass and occasionally trailing a finger down into my crack,
making me moan into his mouth.

Kris broke the long kiss, but never pulled back from the hug. He put his
forehead against mine and looked into my eyes, "Bro, is sex on the cards
tonight? It's cool as fuck if not. I totally understand."

"Fuck yeah it is. I'm ready to show my love to the one person that means so
much to me," I said and closed the gap between our lips, kissing him again
as we got lost in a passionate kiss with our tongues exploring each other's
mouths.

The kisses were so heated and there was something really different about
them that seemed to drive us both wild. During a quick breather between
kisses, I licked his chin and felt the stubble against my tongue. I knew
then the reason it felt so different and intense was because of the beards
we were growing. The kisses weren't soft and smooth; they were rough,
passionate and manly. It was such a turn on and I really felt the
difference in being with Kris over being with a girl. It was exciting.

Still holding me close, he started nibbling on my neck and shoulders, which
had me moaning and clawing at his back. My dick was so hard being here with
the man I love and being so intimate with him. It was so special and I
didn't care what my dad or anyone else would think. Being with Kris was all
I wanted. It felt right and it filled me with joy.

Pulling back just a little, Kris moved down and sucked my nipples, taking
them between his lips and teasing them with is tongue, while his hand slid
down my abs until it was wrapped around my dick. His tongue felt so great
and swirled around each nipple until they were really hard and pointy,
allowing him to nibble on them, sending shockwaves all over my body. I
moaned and arched my back, reaching up and grabbing his hair in my fist as
he went lower and traced the ridges of my abs until reaching the tip of my
dick. He glanced up at me and blew right on the tip, making my cock jump,
before slowly licking his way up the shaft, from the base to the very
tip. My dick was so hard and was leaking as Kris sucked the head into his
mouth. I loved the attention he was giving my dick.

He kept up the pace, bobbing his head up and down on my cock, sucking as
much of me into his mouth as he could. His hands were all over me while he
was blowing me. They were playing with my balls, rolling them around on his
fingers and tugging them gently. They reached around to stroke and caress
my ass, slipping into my crack to tease my hole, sending a shiver up my
spine and causing my dick to pulse precum into Kris's mouth. His hands also
roamed all over my body, running across my hard abs and up to my pecs,
where he squeezed my erect nipples, making my cock jump, escaping his mouth
and slapping him on the cheek.

"Fuck, Kris, you're incredible. I love you so much," I moaned, still
gripping his hair in my hand as he looked up at me with a smile and sucked
my dick back into his mouth.

He had come on such a long way from the first time he took me in his
mouth. He knew just what to do to tease me and make me moan, which I think
brought him great satisfaction in knowing what effect he had on me.

He continued to suck my cock, moving up and down on it and swivelling his
head with the tongue corkscrewing around my shaft. He never missed a beat
on my dick and never let me slip from his mouth as his hands felt all over
my body and ran down my strong arms until he had my own hands in his. He
linked our fingers together and we started moving in time so I was softly
fucking his face while we continued to hold hands.

The love I felt, not only for Kris but coming from him, at that moment was
overwhelming. I felt a tear start to rise in my eye, never having felt so
happy, but I bit my lip and willed it to go down as my dick continued to
glide between his lips. It wasn't enough now though. I needed him too.

Keeping his hands in mine I pulled my dick out of his mouth and gently
slapped him on the cheek again. "That feels so fucking good Kris, but I
need me some of your cock right now."

He never let go of my hands as he pulled me down on top of him so he was
flat on his back with me completely covering his hot body. I pinned his
arms down against the ground and we kissed again as I thrust my hips back
and forth, rubbing our hard, leaking cocks together.

Without saying a word, I broke the kiss and the contact and spun
around. Kris moved onto to his side and I moved onto mine. He took my cock
back in my mouth and pulled my hips closer to his face. As soon as my dick
was engulfed in the warm wetness between his lips, my eyes rolled up in my
head and the hunger I felt before returned. My eyes focused on his gorgeous
cut cock and I licked my lips, leaning forward to lick his hot dick like he
had been and was doing to mine.

Our hands went everywhere, from clutching at each other's ass to stroking
the shaft while he worked just the tip with our mouths. We did have to bend
our legs a little in the tight quarters, since the 69 position we were in
meant our feet were cramped against the tent walls. The sound of slurping
and sucking filled Corey's tent, but then I'm sure it had these hot sounds
in it before when it had two other hot boyfriends inside it who loved
feasting on each other's cocks.

As I was sucking, I deep throated him and he pulled his head off my dick
and his back arched as he moaned and called out my name. I took the chance
and probed a finger into his ass, slipping it in and moving it around until
I found his spot.

"Fuck bro! I cleaned up a bit in the shower earlier, but I may be a bit
shitty," Kris said.

"Well, we do have towels," I said, feeling Kris's tight ass clamp down on
my finger, which in turn made my dick throb.

"If you're cool with it, I am too," Kris smiled and wiggled around with my
finger still deep inside him.

"I want this ass so bad, so we don't have a choice. I need to fuck
you. Remind us to bring wipes or something next time."

We returned to sucking each other, with our dicks so hard. We knew what was
coming soon and Kris was really leaking that sweet tasting precum into my
mouth. I lapped up his juices and pushed the tip of my tongue into his slit
as I used my hand to try to squeeze more out of him. I loved the taste now,
after not really liking it at the beginning. Getting so much of it out of
Kris's cock was such a turn on. Like beer and other things, I considered it
an acquired taste.

We pulled off each other and got to our knees. We met in the middle of the
tent with our dicks so hard. Kris grabbed mine and put the two together,
stroking them with both of his hands, while our lips found each other again
in a hot kiss. We could taste ourselves and each other as our tongues
battled and it made our dicks throb and bounce against each other.

"Bro, fuck me!" Kris moaned, biting my shoulder as I felt his dick pulse
against mine.

"I wanna fuck you so much."

"I need your hard dick inside me," Kris begged.

I leaned over and grabbed my bag where I had the lube. My heart was now
pounding so hard. It was going to be our first night where we fucked
without protection. We had both got our results on Tuesday but had
continued to use condoms when we fucked each other. We were waiting for the
right moment to take that next step and tonight was definitely that moment.

"Are we doing it bare?" Kris asked when he saw that I didn't get a condom
out of the bag.

"Kris, I want to..."

"I do too... ah fuck it, we're clean. I am a little nervous about this,
though."

"Me too, but it's something I really want, probably more than I've ever
wanted anything."

"Fuck yeah! I can't wait to feel your hard, raw dick rammed in my ass. I
wanna feel your cum inside me."

Just hearing those words made my balls pull up closer to my body. I
couldn't believe how excited I was to do this. I grabbed his head in my
hands and kissed him harder than ever, wanting him to know what I was
feeling.

Kris took the lube from my hand and smeared it on my dick. He stroked me in
long, slow strokes and made sure every inch of my dick was coated. He
continued rubbing up and down as we kissed and I moaned when he ran his
thumb over the head of my cock. I was ready for him. He pulled back and put
a little on his ass before I applied some more, wanting to make sure he was
ready and I wasn't going to hurt him. I wanted him to enjoy this as much as
I would.

"Missionary?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah, I love it that way. I feel more connected to you."

Kris got into position and pulled his legs up, hooking his arms under his
knees to hold them back and expose his tight hole to me. I moved in and
rubbed the head of my uncovered cock against it. It was so fucking hot
seeing my precum smear on his hole and knowing that I would be inside it in
a matter of seconds, completely raw, fucking the man I love bareback. It
was something I always wanted to do but I never found someone I trusted
enough or someone who I wouldn't get pregnant. Kris was perfect for me in
so many ways.

"Holy fuck Colt!" Kris screamed as my bare dick pressed against his
ass. "Feels so fucking good. Put it in me."

I reached down and took his ankles in my hands. He let go of his legs and
let me place his calves on my shoulders. I leaned closer and grabbed my
dick, pushing his hot, inviting ass higher. I applied just a little more
lube so it would make it more delightful for us. The head of my dick was
placed at his hole and he was almost mewling in anticipation. I felt him
push out so I pushed in. My dick slid into his ass without much trouble.

"OOO fuck yeah!" Kris moaned with his arms by his side. "Feels so fucking
amazing. I can feel you bare against me. Oh god! The ridge on the
head... the veins on your shaft... Holy fuck!!!"

I felt my dick going in him. It was hot as hell and felt incredible, but it
was still a little nerve-racking to know we weren't using a condom. I
looked down at his chiselled face, "I love you so fucking much."

"I love you too. Now fuck me, bro!"

Once my dick was deep in him and so damn hard, I waited for a few moments
after seeing he was in a slight bit of pain by his face. I took the time to
really relish the feeling of being inside him with nothing between us but
lube. His ass seemed to grip my cock tighter than ever and there was so
much heat engulfing my dick it was unreal. When he opened his eyes our
gazes met, and if it's possible I fell even more in love with him, feeling
closer to him than ever before. We were truly joined as one.

I slowly began taking his ass, pulling back slowly to enjoy the feeling of
the walls of his ass gripping my cock and massaging every inch of it. I
pushed my dick back in and then repeated the move, slowly going faster with
each thrust and really getting into our fucking. Kris began moaning and
tossing his head back and forth as he gasped and moaned my name. I pushed
his legs off my shoulder and leaned over to put my head on his chest. His
nails went into my back while I was fucking his hot ass, giving him every
inch of me. It was so different. I could feel his insides. Every little
bump and contour inside his ass slid against my cock and rubbed me up and
down. Kris grabbed my head and kissed me so hard it took my breath away and
I had to stop fucking him, my dick buried balls deep and twitching in his
amazing ass as we made out.

He stopped, "I can feel every vein running along your cock. It feels so
fucking good."

"I know... fuck I know..." I panted.

Leaning back up, I slapped his ass and began fucking him again, harder this
time. Kris's moaning got very loud while my grunts grew louder as well. It
didn't help matters or hurt them that we were a little drunk. My dick
slipped out but Kris reached down and wanted it back inside him, looking up
at me with pleading eyes. I looked down and saw a little shit on my cock. I
always thought that would be a mood killer, but I was so into Kris and
wanted to fuck him so bad that I just quickly wiped it off. The smell was
awful but it didn't stop us from continuing.

My dick quickly went back inside his ass. The feelings were just too
good. I leaned down and pressed my forehead against his as his legs wrapped
around my waist and he held my head in his hands, stroking my cheek with
his thumb. I started fucking him with slow, long strokes, never breaking
eye contact. He continued to show the pleasure I was giving him as it was
written all over his face. We were both panting each other's name and then
he started asking for it harder. I gave him what he wanted and fucked him
harder and harder to hear him scream. My eyes grew wide and I felt my nuts
boiling.

On instinct, I pulled out. My dick exploded and spewed cum all over his
nuts and dick.

"Stick it back in me!" Kris pleaded.

I did and shot one little blast of cum in him. We both moaned and clung to
each other. I kept my dick inside of him and moved to kiss him. "Sorry, I
couldn't last longer."

"It's cool, bro. It might not have been much but I can feel your cum inside
me. It's incredible. It feels so good just to have your cock in me
now. Keep it in me and get me off."

I stayed in him and grabbed his dick. I grabbed some lube and slowly
stroked his cock. My dick didn't go soft as quickly as it usually did so I
was able to make some soft thrusts into his ass and I knew I was hitting
his spot with the way he gasped for breath. After a few minutes of
massaging his dick, Kris tensed up and yelled, "OOO fuck!" Cum burst from
his cock and landed all over his lower body. He finished nutting and
reached to grab me.

We kissed forever with me still lodged inside him. Eventually I went soft
and pulled out, hearing him gasp a little. We cleaned up our mess and it
was a cummy, sticky, smelly mess that we had made, but it was so worth it.

"Bro, I know now how to get your ass off quicker..."

I laughed, "I guess fuck your ass bareback."

Kris laughed, "That was the deal."

"Between no condom and the excitement, I guess my dick was ready to nut."

"Boy, did it ever, but I did too since we didn't nut last night."

We lay there with Kris holding me. Having barely slept the night before, I
was out like a light.

Chase was at our tent yelling at us to get up. My eyes popped open and saw
it was still dark. "Chase, shut the fuck up!" I yelled.

"No, you get your ass up!" Chase yelled back.

"We will later," I hollered and knew Kris was awake.

I heard Chase leave. Kris leaned over and kissed me. I snuggled against his
body and wasn't getting up, plus it was chilly outside. We fell back asleep
for a little while and finally woke for good. I glanced at my phone to see
it was after seven. Kris and I got up and dressed, but for some reason I
wasn't really in the mood to hunt. My biggest hope was that Shawn would
kill one. He really enjoyed hunting and took it way more serious than I did
now.

"Let's just hang out today. I'm not in the mood to hunt," I said.

"No problem. I really wasn't either since I got one yesterday," Kris said.

We walked up to the house and entered to find something to eat. We ate some
cereal and then watched TV to see the scandal involving the coach was
exploding like nothing I'd ever seen before.

At noon, Chase, Tabor and Shawn came in the door.

"How come y'all aren't hunting?" Shawn asked. "I'm fucking hanging but I'm
out there."

"I didn't feel like it. Besides, if we killed one, we'd have to drag it up
to Gramps again," I replied.

"That's some bullshit. I'd keep it. I'm pissed you give good meat away,"
Shawn stated.

"You can have the next one then," Kris said. "Did you see any though?"

"Just does today. I guess we got the bucks yesterday," Chase replied.

"I almost killed a doe, but I didn't wanna miss a buck. I know there are
more out there," Shawn said.

"Get let's get back at it," Tabor said.

They left after grabbing a bite to eat. Kris and I stayed around the
house. I did venture into my parent's room and decided to let Mom deal with
Dad's shit as she saw fit.

About 2, with Kris and I napping, the hunters came back. We got up and
headed down to break down our camp site. It would have been a blast if Dad
hadn't fucked things up, but it was still fun and Kris and I experienced
something special.

I pulled Chase aside after everything was taken down. "I think you and I
need to tell Mom together."

"You can do it with Kris. How's that?"

"No, Kris is not my brother. We're doing this shit together. Mom may need
us."

"Ah, come on Colt!"

"Listen Chase, I don't wanna do it either, but it's something we've gotta
do as brothers. It's part of growing up."

"Fuck," Chase mumbled under his breath. "Alright, but you're doing all the
talking."

We returned and told them what was going on. Kris wanted to stay with us
but it was something we really needed to do alone. He understood and caught
a ride with Shawn this time, with Tabor following behind.

Once they were gone, I called Mom to see when she'd be here. She said she
was almost home and would be here in about fifteen minutes. I hung up and
practiced over in my head what I was going to say to her. It wasn't going
to be easy.

Chase and I had the house back to normal in a flash and heard Mom pull in
the drive. We waited and saw her come inside carrying a bag.

"I'm surprised you waited on me," she said and sat down. "I take it you
found all the food I left? Did you have a good time?"

"We did," I replied and stood. "Kris and Chase each killed one."

"That's great," Mom said.

"Mom, have a seat. We need to talk," I said.

"Now I see why you're here. What do you do need, Colt? Chase?"

I swallowed hard and tried to put on my best face. "Mom, I forgot some
shells and came back up to the house on Friday. I caught Dad in here with
another woman."

Mom sat and looked at me. She didn't say a word. A tear left her eye. I bit
my lower lip while Chase grabbed her in a hug. "Boys, I'm sorry you had to
find your dad like that."

"Mom, it's not about us. It's about you," I said with Chase holding Mom.

"I know. I saw it coming years ago and should have done something about
it. I can see it hurt both of you. I'm sad but not surprised," Mom said.

I knelt down next to her and took her hand. I told her the censored version
of what had occurred. Mom didn't know the lady and she didn't care to know
who it was. She was stronger than I expected, while Chase and I weren't. In
the end, she had us on both sides with tears running down our faces.

"I know it will be hard, but I don't want you to let it bother you. You
have school stuff that needs to be done," Mom said.

"Thanks. There is one other thing too..." I said and again swallowed
hard. "Just so you know... Kris and I are dating. I'm not gay but I am bi."

Mom jerked her head around. "Colt, are you serious? I know you and Kris are
close, but really?"

"Yeah Mom, really. It's something I never imagined could have happened. I
was dating Andrea but really loved Kris about couldn't find those feelings
any longer. I feel like he could be the one for me," I replied.

"Chase, are you okay with them?" Mom asked.

"Yes ma'am. Neither Colt nor Kris has changed. I guess your heart doesn't
know the sex, just the person," Chase replied.

"I guess you're right there. Colt, if you're happy, then I'm happy. Two big
things is a lot to digest. I can see now my two handsome boys are becoming
men," Mom said.

"Yeah, shit happens and makes you do that sometimes," I said.

"Not how I would have put it, but it's true," Mom joked. "Now you two
better be getting back. I'll be just fine."

We stayed a while longer. Mom wouldn't let us bring in her sacks so we knew
it was things for Christmas. We kissed her goodbye and told her to call us
if she needed anything.

I got in my truck and threw in a dip. Chase did the same before we headed
off. "Chase, if you ever need anything too, just call me. I feel like we
got even closer this weekend."

"Me too. You call me as well. I can listen if nothing else," Chase
said. "Thanks for being the best brother ever. I love you."

I smiled, "I love you too. Now let's get back and see what shit has
happened since we were gone."

"Nothing compared to what's happened here," Chase said.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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