Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2017 22:09:21 -0600
From: Bart Dixon <bartbartbartman60@gmail.com>
Subject: Greg and I Went Hunting
Greg and I Went Hunting
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Greg and I went hunting. We went with our Dads, near where my grandparents
lived. We had been talking about doing this for years and Greg and I were
finally old enough that they could trust us not so shoot each other. There
was another reason associated with our age and that one hurt my feelings. The
Dads didn't want to listen to us whine, bitch, and complain about sitting
in a blind for a long time, in the cold, and just waiting for something to
happen. I always felt like Greg and I were mature and responsible and
would not have done that. We did whine some when asking if we could go
hunting.
It wasn't like neither of us were new to guns or shooting. We had our .22s
that we would take to the fields near home and shoot. We even hit a few
jackrabbits. We cooked them up but I think the beer bottles we shot had
more meat and probably tasted better than those scrawny big eared bunnies.
And we didn't shoot each other doing that either. Well, unless you call
knocking off a cap when shooting across in front of Greg, or unless you
call the hole in my tennis shoe that didn't hit foot as shooting each other.
The day we got to Grandad's, we went out and fixed things at the lease. We
fixed gates and fences, moved cut open drums around, and cleared brush from
what used to be holding pens for animals. It was hard work but we were
enjoying it. When we got there, it was about 50 degrees and the sun was
out. In just a few hours, the temperature dropped to about 30 degrees, the
sky was getting very cloudy and the wind was whipping around. My eyes were
watering and my nose was running. My fingers were getting stiff. I wanted
to go somewhere warm and hot chocolate or coffee sounded really good.
When the sun was about to set, it had cleared the clouds where the last bit
of clear sky was hanging on. Everything had a golden glow to it. The
shadows of the trees and fence posts were ridiculously long. We were done
but the Dads sat on the tailgate and talked. They each had a beer, ice
cold too. My Dad told me to get a couple more. I probably would have
complained about them sitting around drinking when we could have been
driving back to Grandad's or to get something to eat but I was being
grateful for being allowed to go hunting so I jumped up and got him two. When
I tried to hand him the beer, he motioned that Greg I had drink them. Greg
and I looked at each other. I know he was thinking the same thing I was;
was this a trick? Was I going to get my ass kicked as soon as I popped the
top? Then I saw Greg look at his Dad. He smiled and nodded.
I had stolen sips of beer before, or allowed to taste an adult's beer from
time to time. This was my official first beer. I took a drink, a little
too much and a little too fast. I choked on it a little but is was better
than any other beer I had tasted. Yes, it was way too cold to drink beer,
especially beer that had ice sticking to the can. The second sip was
smoother. I also I made sure that my body posture was correct. I leaned
against the pickup, crossed my feet, and made sure I slumped just enough to
look like a beer drinker. Greg joined me and it looked like he knew
exactly how to take the position. That beer and the sun disappeared about
the same time. I thought it was time to go when we tossed the cans into
the back of the pickup but apparently it was Dad's turn to make the beer
run to the cooler and he handed the three of us another beer. It wasn't
long before I felt the buzz. I even felt a little warmer.
Then the talk was about the plans for the morning and where we were going
to go and what we were going to shoot. I mostly just nodded when they
told where we would be going. Finally, the rest of them got hungry. And
finally, we got in the pickup and headed the Grandad's. But first, we
were headed to eat. A couple miles from Grandad's, we pulled into a Dairy
Queen. It was busy! There were more people right there in that restaurant
than anywhere else in the county. I thought that we might have to eat
outside because we were covered in dirt from working but we went right
inside. There were groups of teenage girls who picked at their French
fries and never stopped talking. There were a few old couples who sat
quietly the entire time. Those couples were almost interchangeable. The
men had some old frayed cap, jeans and work boots, and various shades of
brown of coats with Carhartt labels. In the middle of the room was a big
round table. It was full of men about my Dad's age. Some were eating,
some were just drinking coffee, and they all were having a pretty good time.
And they were loud! They also thought they were so funny.
Greg and I each had the steakfinger basket. Another first for me. They
didn't last very long and the Dads told us to go get another and split it. It
was so great that I got filled up! I hadn't even noticed that the Dads
each had a beer that they brought in with them. Nobody said a thing or
looked at them like they did anything wrong. I thought we were in trouble
when one of the men came over to the table. He didn't seem to worry about
the beer but he asked the Dads if we would use tickets to the high school
football game. He had an extra pair since "Jenna was getting married and
didn't want to go out the night before the wedding".
By the time we drove into Grandad's driveway, I had to pee so bad! There
were a few bumps on the road that almost made me lose it and start peeing
my pants. The pickup hadn't quite stopped when I bailed and ran into one
of the buildings. I had my zipper open before I opened the door, my dick
was out about halfway across the floor to the bathroom, and I was aiming
with about 5 feet to go. I was peeing just in time, I almost drown! It
was a very satisfying pee.
It turned out that after peeing, I didn't want to go all the way into the
house where we were supposed to sleep. I had slept out there many times
over the years and it just seemed like the right thing to do. Greg agreed
and he already brought in our blankets and pillows. It seemed very late
already but we didn't even know what time it was. We settled down in a
good spot and got comfortable. My Dad stuck his head in and told us not to
stay up late because we were going to have to get up very early. Greg and
I were mad because he held the door open and let in all the cold air. We
really didn't care, we could get up in the morning no matter what. Even if
we stayed up until we had to get up.
We tried to go to sleep early. Greg and I didn't get to see all that much
of each other and we had lots to talk about. Telling stories about guys
doing it with their girlfriends. And when the girls almost killed the boy
for lying about doing it. And boys messing around with other boys. Most
of those stories were boys that we were related to. We told the stories
and then it would get very quiet. I know I was asleep several times when
Greg would start back up with the story. He finally said good night and
rolled over. I think I had just gotten my pillow bunched up like I like it
when I felt a cold blast of air and then felt my Dad shaking me awake. He
said to hurry, come to the kitchen for breakfast and we were going to go. I
knew right then, I needed more sleep than I thought I did.
The kitchen was lit up way too bright. Dad handed me a hot cup of coffee
and I tried to drink the near boiling liquid. He and Greg's Dad seemed to
be running around in circles in the kitchen. I didn't want to be bumped
into. I was told to grab some breakfast burritos and eat up. I stuffed
two each into my coat pockets. I ate the mauled remains of sandwiches
Greg's Dad was trying to make. It never made sense to me that he could be
a great architect but couldn't build a sandwich if he was starving.
It was way too cold out. I had on insulated coveralls, long underwear, a
sweatshirt with a hood, and a big coat. It was still stinging cold. I
heard the guy on the radio say that it was 16 and going to get colder
before morning. I heard the 16 and thought that was cold. And I heard the
"before morning" and I thought about arguing about them waking us up and it
wasn't even morning yet. Instead, the sleep I could get as we drove was
more valuable.
I was yawning and shaking the entire time that we grabbed our gear. I was
loaded up with my gun, chairs, buckets and such and I followed Dad down one
of the dirt roads. My face was stinging and freezing. I zipped every
zipper I could find. I popped the hand warmers that were also in the
pockets with the burritos. That was a brilliant move that I would end up
being so proud of myself about an hour later. We apparently went past the
path to the blind and had to walk back to find it. I said a few choice
words, words that normally Dad would have scolded me for using, but
instead, just got apologies from him. The path got smaller and smaller
and when I walked into a rope hanging down, Dad congratulated me for
finding the stand.
We loaded the gear, which meant that I climbed up first and pulled
everything up by rope, while Dad tied things to it. It was out of the wind
but it was still cold. And when everything us up there, I had to pee.
Just when I was going to say something, Dad cussed and said he had to pee. He
asked me to hand him one of the bottles from the corner. He shined his
flashlight in that direction and I saw 4 bottles with what I knew were
filled with frozen pee! They had been up there since last hunting season! We
did find empty ones. I pulled my dick out, wiggled it into the bottle and
let loose. I looked at Dad, his pee was coming from inside his coveralls,
no dick was showing.
It did seem like forever before it was light enough to shoot. I know I fell
asleep sitting there, and I'm pretty sure Dad slept too. It was a BAM...........
BAM BAM........... BOOM BOOM that woke us up. Dad said something about whether
Greg got lucky already. We started looking. It was about another hour
when we hear a BAM, just one this time. I had my last breakfast burrito
and was thinking that they got the good spot, that we hadn't even seen
anything. And we hear a BOOM BOOM BOOM. I was looking right at a bush
that moved with the sound. It was my turn. One and only one BLAM was
needed. I couldn't have shot again, the sound inside the blind was way too
much and I wasn't expecting that.
I don't think it was cheating but Dad got his as we started to walk back. I
just stared at it but Dad got his gun up and shot before I could blink. It
was just after that when Greg and his Dad drove up. BOY! I was pissed that
they didn't just drive out and drop us off that morning. Anyway, the rest
of the day was cleaning, cutting, and prepping. We had some miserable
sandwiches which were more yellow mustard than even bread. I didn't
complain, they were good.
Grandad met us in the driveway. He didn't even have a coat or decent shoes
as he inspected what we got. He slapped our backs and told us we did good.
I kept saying that we could tell him all about it INSIDE.
I little bit later, Greg and I were back in our building. I did feel warm
in there, at least it did until we started shaking out of our clothes. The
more we took off, the colder it got. Greg still had boots on when he ran
to the bathroom and started one of the showers. He could always think
ahead. I was naked before him. I didn't go to the shower but I stood
there with soap and a wash cloth in one hand and my dick in the other. I
was watching Greg get naked. He had a great athletic body. He had muscle
on top of muscle. His arms were impressive enough but his legs were
massive. I could see individual muscle in his legs. I liked looking at
Greg like that. It was even better when he got naked and I could see his
dick. He used to have a little thing that was barely a mushroom cap. Once
he hit puberty, his dick took off. It wasn't massive in length but plenty
big enough. And it was about as big around as any dick that I had seen. He
was cut and the scar was very apparent. His balls were hefty! They hung
and swung. I wondered for years how he was able to fit in his underwear. He
always had a bulge in his jeans, mostly just from his balls.
He finally stripped off his underwear and we laughed as we almost ran to
the shower. There was a wall of showers but he had only started one. We
had to position to get under the water from the one showerhead. We found a
good spot where we were both getting wet. It was almost too hot but we
weren't about to turn it down. We both spun slowly so that the water hit
all sides of us. And at one point, I felt like I was awake for the first
time that day. We came to a stop facing each other. Even though we were
both limp, I could feel his dick touching mine. I moved just enough to
make them rub together. He put his hands on my hips and we smiled. I
realized then that he had whiskers. Not a lot but more than I had ever
seen on him. And I said something about it. He answered and we both got
hard. I could feel my dick pushing on his soft belly.
He moved his hands so that they were pulling my butt cheeks apart. He
pulled and asked me if I was all clean back there. It was an old joke that
really didn't have a start. I not only pulled his butt cheeks, I also
rubbed my hand up his crack. I know I made contact with his hole. And
then Greg followed by wiggling his fingers right on my butthole. He didn't
go in but the wiggling was making my knees wobble. About then, we quick
talking completely. We spent a lot of time rubbing soap on each other. My
balls were cleaner than they had been in months, his hole was clean and
slick. Our boners were squeaky clean.
Then Greg said one word, "wanna?" and I nodded. We moved side by side and
we started stroking each other. We weren't going fast to try to get off as
soon as we could, we had done that in the past. We were doing it slowly
and I could tell when I was doing the right spot. I was happy when I got
to feel his massive balls in my other hand. And he followed that and
played with mine. I felt him start to hump his hips and I asked if he was
about ready. He grunted and nodded. I told him to do me faster so we
could go together. It wasn't all that long when he was growling but I was
the one to shoot first. He shot almost right after I did. I know I had
about 6 good solid long ropes and I made him stop pulling on my dick after
that. We stood against each other, hold each other up. His dick made
contact with mine and he jumped just from the touch. He finally asked me
if I was done showering.
The towels we had were not nearly enough and we wrapped up in our blankets.
We sat their near where the heated air came out. We were quiet for awhile
until we slowly started talking about the shower. We were just talking
about the good part when his Dad came in and brought us boxes of fried
chicken. He said we could come join the family or eat it there. We didn't
move. We did laugh and joke about whether his Dad knew how naked we were
under the blankets.
We did fall asleep after we ate. I'm not even sure how long we were asleep
when a car in the driveway woke us up. We started talking and I was
watching the bulge in his blanket as he played with himself. I reached
over and my hand found his boner. His hand covered my hand and held it
right on his boner. When he was sure that I wasn't going to remove my
hand, his hand went looking for my dick. I moved over, got on my side, and
made sure my boner was easily accessible.
After several minutes of playing with each other like that, he told me to
get in his blanket, on top of him. I moved over, straddled him, grabbed
his boner and guided it into my butthole. I felt like I was being ripped
in half. I could feel my butthole hairs getting pulled out. I felt my
hole getting stretched. And it took a while to slide down all the way. As
I wiggled around when he was all the way in, he looked at me and said all
he wanted to do was rub dicks together, but he wasn't going to argue about
this!
I was committed. I did my best to hump his dick. I had never been on that
side of that position. I got better and better. I probably was a little
too rough when it sounded like I was knocking the air out of him when I
went down. He told me to keep going. Then he turned red, he growled, his
hands dug into my hips and I felt his dick pulsate as he was shooting cum
into me. I could actually feel the cum. He lifted up, his feet went in
the air and he was all cumed out. He rolled me over and I felt the wet pop
of his dick as it came out of my butthole. As we laid there, I realized
that I was warm all over.
This is a little of a spinoff to my other story.
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