Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2000 03:01:29 From: Billy Jay Dee Subject: Hunting Buddy by Billy Jay Dee HUNTING BUDDY A fantasy based loosely on experience by Billy Jay Dee Buddy's naked six-foot frame stretched out in the sand. The afternoon sun warmed his cock. His six-inch dick began to grow. It would have anyway. Buddy was thinking about last night. About curly copper-colored pubic hairs on a long set of balls slamming against his ass. Across the glass smooth water Buddy could see and hear a skiff from Skolof Island checking crab pots. Buddy made a fist around his cock and started jerking it. It had taken a lot of sweet talking the night before, but he'd finally convinced his hunting partner. They'd stripped and climbed into the zipped-together sleeping bags. His partner's big hand had reached over Buddy's head and pulled him by the neck deeper into the bag. Buddy found his favorite tool there, an eight-inch long, wide, white cock that tasted slightly of piss. He'd barely started sucking on it when his hunting partner showed his usual subtlety. "Roll over on all fours, Bud. I'm going to fuck you in the ass." With Buddy on his elbows and knees, the burly redhead kneeled behind his shivering ass. "Gonna put it in there, Bud," he grunted and then slammed his heavily dripping fuckpole in to the hilt. Yeah, last night Buddy had been well fucked. The memory and jacking made his dick hard. He'd forgotten the skiff. The crabber had killed the engine while checking the current pot. Buddy, had wanted some more loving midday, when finding a deer was unlikely. But his hunting partner and usually accommodating fuckbuddy was worn out from the night before (Wonder why?) and needed a nap. He'd begged off, so Buddy went scouting on his own. Rather than seeing any deer, Buddy had been busy watching his footing until he ran across this secluded beach. Once that white monster had flung his ass cheeks wide the night before and slammed to the bottom of his bowels, they'd fucked like rabbits. Buddy could still imagine his partner's hair chest rubbing against his back and still hear the whispers of "Thank you, Buddy, thank you." However, Buddy wanted more. Pushing himself up to his knees he looked for the crabber. The guy was too far away to see anything. Buddy kept stroking his cock and slipped a finger into his asshole. He conjured up the night before as he stroked. His ass spreading with each pounding. His belly eventually driven forward to the sleeping bags, dick and blonde balls sprawled out trailing behind and his quivering ass continually pounded. He slipped a second finger in there. The skiff was moving again, but the outboard didn't shut off when Buddy expected. "Shit!" Buddy exclaimed as he looked up to see the bearded crabber headed right for him. He licked the sticky precum off his right hand and dug his left into the sand as he laid back down. He snaked into his Levis, but there was no time for the shorts, which he slipped under his shirt over by the log. Sitting up, he repositioned himself closer to the rifle and log in case of trouble. But, when he looked up again the crabber waved with a single stroke of his lifted hand. Then he arched the skiff away from the shore towards Wrangell. Buddy sighed in relief until he realized the guy was only lining up to come ashore. The crabber ran his boat straight in, killing the outboard at the last second. His Australian shepherd leapt over the bow first. The dark-haired man followed with the anchor and the remains of a six-pack of beer. He smiled Buddy's way as he stepped over the bow. He was typical of a Wrangellite -- scrawny, but muscular. They are usually given to wearing traditional logging attire. A striped engineer's shirt, unzipped a far as possible, revealing whatever chest hair they have. Buddy saw a little gray. Carharts or jeans frayed at the cuffs and held up by red suspenders. The crabber had kicked off his tennis shoes in the skiff. "Howdy," he called. Buddy waved and smiled in reply. The dog came and sniffed at Buddy before running down the beach. "Getting some sun looked like a great idea. Okay, if I join you?" Buddy had to say "Sure" since the guy had already opened a beer for him. On closer sight, he appeared about 10 years older than uddy's thirty with weathered, well-tanned face. "I'm Mac," he said, instead of a toast. Buddy raised his can to Mac's and said, "Buddy". Buddy took a sip and admired the lean frame standing before him. Mac took a big swig and said, "I didn't mean to make you put your pants on. Let's get out of these things." He dropped his beer to the sand, popped off his suspenders and pulled his shirt tails over his shoulders and head. His pants dropped to leave a fairly erect thin eight-inch cock bouncing in Buddy's face. "Let me help you with yours," Mac said. Before Buddy could reply or put down his beer, Mac popped the buttons on his levis and wiggled the offending garment off him in a few swift maneuvers. "Looks like you were having some fun with this before," Mac said, touching a slender calloused finger to the pre-cum still clinging to Buddy's cock. "Looks like you are having fun right now," Buddy replied. Their eyes meet and soon their fingers wrapped around one another's cocks. As they began to stroke and their eyes began to glaze with passion, Mac said quietly, "Didn't I see you working over your ass, too?" Buddy looked up at the kneeling Mac. "Yeah, last night I got nicely fucked by my hunting partner." Mac leaned away and looked nervously at the fringe of spruce forest nearby. "He's on the far side of the island taking a nap. Don't worry. I kind of wore him out last night." Mac looked back at Buddy and leaned closer to the seated man. "So, you want it again?" Buddy's only reply was to smile and lean back on his elbows. Mac scooted forward and lifted the younger man's knees to his own shoulders like he was donning his suspenders. His calloused left hand spread the taller man's white ass checks. An equally calloused right hand guide the head of his slim long shaft to Buddy's bung hole. It slid right in. Buddy grunted with discomfort and pleasure. "Like it hard?" Mac said with a sneer. "And deep," Buddy replied. Mac started taking long slow strokes out and then slammed slammed his passion-reddened cock back into Buddy until his balls were tight against him. The noise of both men's reactive grunts attracted the dog. Both men laughed as it whimpered in confusion. Mac snarled and scared it away. Mac rocked Buddy's knees back over the bottom's head. "This deeper?" he asked continuing with the slow, hard thrusts of his thighs. "Y-yeah," Buddy grimaced and then added, "Feels good." Mac slid his shoulders into the back side of Buddy's knees rocking him back even further. They hovered there with his dick half out of Buddy's bent body. "Want it harder?" "Yes! Fuck, yes!" Mac rose off his knees, dug his toes into the sand, arched his back, and then started viciously stabbing into Buddy's butt. Bent almost in half, Buddy could only groan in response. The pounding continued. The dog started barking and jumping around them. "Ah, ah, ah!" Buddy grunted as sparkling strands of his own precum fell upon his face. The lube and his partner's load from the night before mixed with Mac's own juices began to ooze out of his hole with each lunge of his new lover. Just when Buddy's body began to ache so much he thought he'd have to push Mac off, the top pulled him up by his upper thighs and unloosed his load with a trembling cry. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Then he continued fucking Buddy as his erection softened. "What a mess we've got back here," he laughed. "Watch this. It's okay." He called the still yapping dog, called it softly while he kept Buddy's long white legs in the hair. "Come 'ere, come 'ere." The bitch took a sniff of Buddy's juice-covered behind then carefully started licking him clean. Buddy squealed and squirmed but Mac wouldn't let go until Buddy was all clean. The two men cuddled while finishing the beer. "Ever come to Wrangell? Me and my brother could show you a good time." Buddy promised to look him up next time he visited Wrangell island. Then pointed out the tide was falling. They dressed and pushed the skiff into deeper water. As they went their separate ways, Mac was thinking about a good time he and his brother would have with Buddy. Half way across Koknuk Flats, he was thinking about what a good time he was going to have with his brother. By that time, Buddy was already waking his napping partner.