Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2017 21:52:18 -0800
From: daddyrob2@hushmail.com
Subject: Hunt

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HUNT

Jim levelled the rifle with his dad crouched by his side. The boy stared at
the deer as it raised its wary head between feeds. The beauty faced them as
the lad held the too-large firearm awkwardly. Nervously he waited for
further instructions. All he could think of was the cartoon deer he loved
so much.
     "Now aim to the center between the deer ducts of the eyes", Art
cautioned.
      Jim found the spot though he trembled.
      "Raise the bead up about halfway to the top of the head."
      The lad did. He fought to steady the rifle. Poor deer, he thought.
      "Are you there?"
      "Yes, daddy."
      "Remember it. It's the one-shot drop. A good hunter does not let the
deer suffer."
      "Yes, daddy", but his throat was cotton.
      "Raise the bead. One foot above. See the yellow leaf?"
      Jim raised up setting on the fat dying leaf. "Yes."
      "Squeeze the trigger back. Now."
      The blast was fierce. The recoil knocked Jim to the ground. As the
lad scurried to gain his footing he saw his dad grin. Oh, no, did he kill
the deer?
      "Buck won't be back this way anytime soon." Art let out a hearty
laugh. He looked at his disheveled offspring. "Don't look so
confused. You're much too young in my eyes for your first kill. We've got
enough venison. Get your shit together. Come on."
      Jim followed the broad shoulders as they cut a retreating swath
through the bush. Gratefully he carried the rifle across his arms though
kitty-cornered above one shoulder. Stumbling he managed to keep up. At the
Jeep he managed the gun into its case before climbing in.
     As Art began the drive he turned to the boy. "You gotta know how it's
done. You don't become part of the cull til I say so. Some shit in this
man's world you're still too much the baby. For others, you're ready."
     Jim looked from the dirt road ahead to the burly man beside
him. "Ready for what?" Expecting some sort of answer all he got was a wink
and a hearty chuckle. "Well? What?"
     "Later." Art raised the speed keeping his attention focussed for any
game that would dare to cross his path. "When we're at home."


Jim walked into the bathroom finding his dad with half his body submerged
in the suds. Already naked the boy stretched a leg over the tub and a
hidden leg. He eased his bum down as he sat with his back to the other side
opposite. Jim liked being able to stare at the heavy forest of thick black
hair that covered the barrel chest. He watched as big thick fingers scooped
up water to splash the clean-shaven face with the thick brows.
     "You gonna stare or you gonna wash?"
     Jim grinned as he began.
     "And don't forget the pecker."
     The boy looked up to see his dad break into a toothy grin as he sudsed
his torso roughly. Jim laughed.
      Father and son mulled over the events of the hunting day. With Jim's
first staging under his belt they would spend the next few days practicing
the holds and the aims then try again. Meanwhile the warm soapy water was
comforting as they compared notes of experience and the varying
sensations. Jim confessed his fears which made his dad relay his own
trepidations at that young an age. Art was able to reason out why he knew
the boy was not of sufficient mind to be able to slay without trauma. This
gave a certain peace to Jim.
     "Well, you 'bout done?"
     Jim beamed. "All except for my pecker." He watched the man's head fall
back as he let out a roar of laughter.
     Art brought his paws forward pulling the kid splashing to his
knees. The small hands balanced the small frame clutching to the hirsute
forearms. "You are a joker!"  Raising upward he brought the kid to his
feet. Eyes took in the small white sex of his son. "Looks clean to me. Get
dry. Go on. Get outta here."
     Jim grabbed a towel then made his trail to his room. He towelled off
careful to dry. Dad would be mad if he got the bed wet. He loved Tuesday
night best because he got to lay on the foot of the big bed while they
watched the tube. Daddy got up early everyday except Wednesday so it was
always a fun treat. Once he was sure he was totally dry he put the towel
over the edge of the bathtub before entering daddy's room. And there he was
sitting up with the blankets to his waist. With a pat on the bed from a big
hand, Jim ran in and fell on the bed on his tummy. Squirming to the foot of
the bed he lay in front of his dad's feet, the knees being raised up
allowing the room.
     They watched the TV show though Art was alternately reading a
book. Without pictures the book was safe to read in front of the boy. No
kid thought any tome interesting. And, somehow, he didn't think the boy
would be interested since the words were technical not
euphemisms. Interesting the bookmark was a photo of Jim taken two nights
ago sleeping. Art would've grinned had he thought about it. The sudden set
of giggles averted his attention. "What's so funny?" Gazing at the set he
watched the pie fight in progress. "Funny, hunh?"
     "Yeah", the boy guffawed. Even once the scene was over an occasional
giggle escaped his lips. He saw a large foot stretch out from under the
covers above where his head lay on the bed. He paid no mind until the
blankets pulled down his underside revealing the other foot though it
remained under the bent knee. Jim's attention remained until the end of the
show. Then he heard the familiar clunk and clack as remotes were gathered
to change the station. This new show was unlike any had seen before.
     On the screen was a man and boy, maybe his son, who walked into a lake
nude. As they began to swim a really boring old man's voice was babbling on
and on about nature or pedicures or something. But the lake looked inviting
and the guys seemed to be having lots of fun splashing about with both of
them giving plenty of glimpses of their nice naked bodies. "Is this a new
film?"
     In his best dad voice, Art said, "listen and learn".
     The boy obeyed.
     The two stars played tag and wrestled by the lake. Their laughing
smiling faces lingered close as the screen filled with the image. They ate
al fresco as the sunset glowed. Then they were on a bed. Still laughing but
fondling each other.
     "Dad, isn't that kinda weird?"
     "No." Arts reply was simple.
     Jim stared. There was definite touching going on. They freely touched
each other's peckers and balls as they conversed happily. It sorta seemed
weird. Well, maybe strange. But they both did seem happy. Kinda
natural-like. In fact the longer he watched the more fun it seemed. Even
when they got hard they both seemed to laugh as though it was
funny. Touching and feeling was certainly fun for them. Jim kinda liked
that they were so close. Imagine it? Being that free with daddy.
     Art heard the twitter. "What's so funny?"
     "They don't seem like us, hunh?"
     Art got it. The quick avoidance of the reply. "Actually they're like
tons of dad's and sons. In a male only household guys can be free."
     Jim saw them sit facing each other as they plied wee kisses in their
lips as hands fondled the others cock and balls.  "That free?"
     "That free. Absolutely." Art pushed. "Think you're ready for that?"
The film was paused. As he saw the lad kneel he tossed aside the covers. He
studied the son as he spread the other leg wider allowing the boy to stare
all he wanted. The fat lazy log stirred under the gaze. "Why don't you come
here and stroke your daddies puppy?"
     Jim lifted his grinning head. Scooting in closer fingers gingerly
reached down to soothe the fat plump log. So tenderly fingers slid the
width to the rounded sides. The length just seemed to daunting. Serious in
his work he studied the lightly purplish flesh.
      "Harrumph!"
      The log bounced up startling the boy who instantly recoiled his
hand. Then seeing his daddies big grin they both laughed.
     "Go ahead, nut." Art watched the boy relax. With a few gentle finger
slides the log was lifted to rest in one small hand while he stroked with
the other. "Well, you gonna name him?"
     "Rex?" The palm stroked so carefully.
     Art laughed. "That's the best you can come up with?"
     Jim stared at the sleepy puppy. "How about, um, Fido?"
     Art leaned in. "Here let me show you how my puppy sees?" Pressing his
thumb and forefinger over his sons hand he brought the paw towards his
hairy crotch. With deliberation the silky plum emerged. "See? Like a turtle
revealing his head to the sun. This is my puppies head. Now what do you
think?"
     "That's so cool!" The delight was obvious. The fingers touched the
knob.
     Art laughed which took the seriousness away. "You take hold. My paw
has something else to do." Then he fondled the boys hangers.
      Surprising both of them the DVD clicked off.
      "Had it on pause too long, no doubt."
      Jim laughed. "I wish we could go to a lake like that. You know, like
the guys in the movie."
      "Don't know of any such place but we'll see. In the meantime the pet
needs a name."
      "Bitsy?"


Jim was disappointed that the DVD could only be played on Tuesday but he
knew how hard dad worked. It was easier to set aside a specific night than
it would have been to play it by ear. That's why he was surprised on the
drive back from town that the Jeep pulled off the road onto the dirt
lane. Up a ways they stopped.
     "Come on." Art led the way a few yards in. "This'll do." The
lumberjack faced his son. "Wanna see Wilbur?"
      Jim watched as the fly came down and Wilbur was released. "Dad,
you're funny", he laughed but he did take hold of the cock. He really
enjoyed pulling the head free. With dad's arms about the brawny chest Jim
played happy to make the puppy full and alive. His hands stroked up and
down. Touching the warmth that jutted before him gave joy. He could even
smell the musk of the cock from just the day.
     "Okay, Jimmy. Give Wilbur a kiss. He's gotta go inside for now."
     Lips met lips as he kissed the warm knob. Then moments later they were
back on the road. He was uncertain as to why this happened until he saw
with glee his grandparents car in the driveway.


Ten minutes after the grandparents left the room Art came in sitting on the
bed. "They're gonna stay over." His paw slid under the covers into the
pyjama fly. Casually he fondled the smooth warm sex coaxing a hard-on to
play with. "And you know what that means."
     "Waffles!" Jim laughed.
     "Shh. Yeah, rubbery, burning waffles." His fingers tumbled the sweet
balls. "Guess we'll be off to church as well." His index finger found the
asshole. "Cootchy coo." They both giggled. "Shh. I gotta get back. You go
to sleep."
      "Will you kiss Willie goodnight?" The boys wide eyes were offset by
the sly grin. Then much to his delight daddy lifted the blankets. The head
moved in.
     Art took the hard-on into his mouth sucking firmly for a few
seconds. "There. Willie's tucked back in. You go to sleep."
     As he watched the powerhouse move to the door Jim said softly, "You
kiss good."


Sunday morning came with waffles. Church came with boredom. The grey-hairs
departure came with relief.
     Art ushered them inside. "Let's get outta these monkey suits."
     Each took to his room to hang the suits carefully back into the
laundry plastic until the next visit. Jim and Art both had the same
dilemma. Neither knew what to wear. Each went from dresser to closet then
back again. It was Art who solved it for them. He showed up at his sons
open doorway in boxers and tee shirt. Jim grinned donning a tee and briefs.
      "Should we play a video game?"
      It appealed but then the flash was gone. "Can we watch the movie?"
      Art nodded. "Guess so. Which one do ya wanna see?"
     "No, the one we watched last week. In your room. The two guys?"
      "Oh, sure." He took two steps then paused. "Should we watch it in
there?" He watched his son dash past. Art let out a bellow of a
laugh. "Okay." With the kid on the bed Art set it all up. Climbing on he
pulled the kids back to his torso as legs walled him in. Clickers clicked
everything to play.
     The film started at the beginning. It was humor of both guys that
eventually caused Jim to laugh only to be followed by his dad. They both
giggled as though it were a comedy.
     Art let his fingers dance about the taught pouch of his sons
crotch. "At least they're having fun." His other paw slid up under the
shirt soothing the smooth chest. Thumb and forefinger gave a gentle tit
squeeze. "Boop!"
      Jim laughed. Sliding his head to meet his dad's gaze he said, "I
wanna play with Wilbur." Then he twisted his body to have access. He pulled
the cock free. As he squeezed he looked back to the film. As it reached the
moment of the dual close-up Jim was surprised when they kissed: not once,
not twice, but many. Light pecks but lots of them. Then the man began to
lick the lips. "Gross!"
     Art bellowed.
     "Don't you think?"
     "Nope." His fingers fumbled about the crotch. "These are too
tight. I'm not even sure this is healthy. Let's get outta this shit." Once
naked access was a pleasure. "I'm getting you boxers this week. Those
shorts are a torture device."
     Father and son played mutually. The guys on screen kissed, smiled, and
fondled. Jim pulled and stroked while Arts sausage fingers tenderly felt
the balls and hard-on. Art looked at the beauty of his son as Jim's eyes
never really left the screen.
     "Hey, daddy, look."
     Art did then looked back. "He's giving his son a blowjob. No big
deal." His fingers brought the balls forward. As they lay across tips of
his digits the thumb gave careful consideration rubbing the top of each
pea.
     "It's kinda like when you kiss Willie goodnight."
     Art grinned catching his sons gaze. "Not kinda but in fact. Of course
mine are just quick. That guys getting a full on blowjob. Stand up. I'll
give your pecker a blowjob."
     Jim quickly stood holding his dad's thick hair for balance. His prick
was sucked in as paws roamed up and down the back of his legs. Looking at
the screen he saw the man suck the younger cock in close-up. Then Jim
looked down to see his dad sucking. Then back to the screen. The boy felt
like wherever he looked that's who was sucking his pecker. But it was
daddy's mouth that made him feel so good.
     Art sucked. The warm pencil with its bulbous eraser was made love to
by an expert's mouth. His mouth sucked but his head didn't move. Instead
the flat of his tongue lapped up and down the belly of the prick. His
nostrils pressed into the flesh inhaling deeply. Paws slid up to fondle the
pert ass. But the boy cock remained his focus. With the joy of love he
incestuously strove to satisfy his son. He suckled the cock firmly never
wanting the moment to end.
     "Dad, look."
     Still sucking he moved his head slightly. On the screen the guys were
once more by the lake with the boy now receiving a blowjob outside. Art
said simply, "Okay. So?" between sucks.
     "Why can't we do that outside?"
     Between sucks: "I'm not blowing you in the backyard."
     Jim sighed wistfully.
     Art brought his tongue down to scoop the balls into his mouth. The
full-party blowjob somehow made him feel complete. As hands massaged his
scalp in pleasure his paws squeezed and kneaded his sons lovely butt. But
the mouth and tongue enjoyed the best of any boy. Sweet, tender blowjob.
     Jim looked down as his sex was released while paws pulled his hips to
the bed. "That was good", he beamed.
     "Yup, it was. Your old man's a helluva cocksucker." Art laughed. With
paw firmly on the back of the boys head he pulled him in for a kiss. As his
lips pressed he felt the slight resistance which soon gave way to
enjoyment. Hands held the sides of his face as manipulating man lips kissed
and slid over boys. Saliva soon made the kids lips easier to ply.
     Jim liked the kissing alot. The wetness was sloppy but fun. Daddy's
tongue tip poked in to meet his own. It was interesting letting them battle
it out. Tongue met tongue as saliva slid from mouth to mouth. When his dad
pulled free the first thing the man did was wipe away the spit from his
strong chin. Jim followed suit.
     "See? Not so gross."


It was deeply into sleep when Jim felt the gentle rousing. As he came awake
he also was aware that daddy was sitting on the side of his bed. The boy
stretched his arms above his head. A sleepy smile greeted the man.
     "If you want, I'll give you a blowjob outside but it'll have to be
soon. Let's grab the rifle and head out."
     Excited by the prospect everything happened quickly. Running, racing,
speeding it didn't take long to meet his dad in the jeep. In short order
they found their spot. With the sky breaking amidst the chirps and buzzes
of life waking around them Art was on his knees in the dampness in front of
his boy.
     Jim watched excited for his dream to come true. Maybe no hot sun or
nudity or beautiful lake but his pants were opened. Daddy sucked with the
same wonderfully exciting attention to detail. With his cock and balls
securely in the warm wetness the freshness of the day only added to his
body's tingles. His fingers combed the man's hair as the blowjob
intensified. Closing his eyes he listened to nature about him or rustling
by. Jim was even surprised by how loud the rustling seemed to...
     "Hey, Art."
     Jim opened his startled eyes. The hunter offered a brief nod as he
passed. What the boy thought was secret the hunter seemed to take in
stride. Jim looked down.
      "Relax. It's just Tom."  Clearly the moment had gone. Art stood. "Do
yourself up."  As the boy complied Art surveyed their surroundings. "Let's
head up to Tom's blind."
     Trudging through the mucky ground it took ten minutes to get
there. The box was outwardly camouflaged but tall enough to stand in. It
resembled a fat tree trunk that had been struck by lightning. Art rapped
then ushered his son in first.
     Jim saw the man give him another nod. There was so much to take
in. The inside was very warm. There was some sort of heat source. There
were shelves - some with food, others with ammo, and several emergency
kits. He was introduced to Tom. The man was naked from the waist
down. Daddy took off his boots then completely stripped from the waist
down. Jim took everything in.
     "How is it?"
     "Nothing so far." The older craggier hunter grimaced. "We'll see." He
looked from dad to son to dad.
      "Where's Dave?"
      "Back at college."
      The two were checking out the landscape.
     Jim walked about the small area then sidled up to his dad. A paw
patted his head. The men talked but Jim was not even remotely
interested. The paw slid to the back of his head manoeuvring the boy in
front of his dad. Jim's hands began to play and explore with cock and
balls. It was easy to make the puppy hard.
     Tom's face appeared by Arts hard-on. Placing thumb and forefinger at
the base he gave the knob a slobbering suck before offering a smile. "Good
stuff", he said. His fat tongue lapped the plum. "I hear you go to the same
school my son went to." When Jim confirmed this Tom nodded. "Like it?" The
mouth gave another quick but thorough polish.
     "It's okay."
     Tom winked at the face on the other side of the cock. "Dumb
question. Most kids have a favorite subject but all in all hate
school. Just a minute." His mouth swallowed the entire length then let it
pop out of his mouth. He murmured a pleasurable throaty sound. "Understand
you like the movie of me and my son."
     Jim looked at the man with a renewed focus. Now he saw the
resemblance. "Oh, yeah. Now I recognize you." Then he blushed, rather
charmingly, Tom thought. "I really like that lake."
     Tom kissed his side of the cockhead. "It's in the Adirondacks."
     Jim leaned in. "I want to go there with daddy. Is it your place?"
     "Was. Sold it years ago." After another knob suck he offered the knob
to Jim.
     Looking at the shiney plum Jim opened wide suckling from his side. As
he moved back his neighbor took another taste. "Too bad. It's like a fun
place to go camping." He gave the offered tip a suckle.
     "It was. Now it's all developed into a nice community but it's lost
all of its privacy." Tom pushed the cock up against the body exposing the
plump belly. His tongue gave a long lick up then down the stalk. "Did you
come to the part where we fuck in the cave?"
     "No." Jim gave a long lick, too. "There's a cave?"
     "Give me a sec." Burying his face below the cock he pulled back to
show that his mouth held the man's hairy nut bag. He let the boy watch them
fall from his mouth before he tongue bathed them in his spit. Sighing he
said, "Man, your dad has tasty nuts." The tongue lapped them both a few
more times. Nodding his head in their direction he offered a taste. "Yeah,
it was a beautiful cave. Went in pretty deep."
     Jim moved in lapping at the fat hairy balls.
     "It had these long stalactites. Wasn't very damp." The boy impressed
him with his ability to suck in one of large balls. "The ideal place to
fuck my son. It felt so primal. Something a caveman might live in." As Jim
moved back he brought the cock between them. Since Jim opted to suck the
knob first Tom continued: "In fact we looked for cave paintings but never
found any."
     Jim released with such a loud pop he let out a giggle. "Where do you
fuck now?"
     Tom licked as he answered. "When he's home from college or when I
visit him. Of course now I'm usually the one who gets fucked."
     Jim did the same, licking side to side, base to neck then back. "You
let him fuck you?"
     "It's the way of things." Tom hickyed the side loudly.
     Jim smiled. "What do you mean by that?"
     "Here." The cockhead was offered. "You take care of the knob and I'll
take care of the rest." Once the boy secured the knob in his mouth Tom
stalk-licked. "A man might start up with his son but it's always the son
who becomes the expert. No dad has ever truly one anything until his son
can best him."
     Art moaned.
     "Ready?" Tom asked.
     Art answered with a groan as his stance wobbled slightly.
     Tom nodded to his cock partner. "You take that blast. Swallow what you
can but don't be afraid to let the rest drip out. It's only cum. Make your
dad proud. I'm going to swallow some tasty nuts."
     Jim felt the back of Tom's thinning hair brushing his chin. He knew he
was enjoying daddy's bag of balls. Jim just wasn't sure what he meant by...
     Art moaned a load steady echo.
     Jim's mouth filled with sudden bursts of hot thick liquid. He
swallowed. Some. But the blasts were fast and there was so much. Too
much. He stopped trying to keep up. The goo was all his mouth could
hold. He felt it ooze out the corners of his mouth. It trickled down his
chin onto Tom's hair. Probably onto his own clothes. There was just so
much. The taste was strong but unique. There was nothing to really compare
it to. Jim was sure he lost more than he could swallow but daddy sighed
wonderfully. And it was Jim who made it happen!
     Tom looked at the young charge as the dripping cock was
freed. Cum-drenched chin with rivulets from each corner the boy had a
dreamy far-off look. "Well, boy. That was more impressive than any caveman
could have done."


Jim stood steady, feet solidly planted. The rifle was aimed, the grip firm
without tension. The crisp morning air merely matched his own cool
determination. He beaded the stag. A quick glance also focussed the leaf
above. Stag or leaf. He knew there was always a choice. And the choice was
always his.
     Art whispered. "Take the shot."
     Jim whispered lower. "I will take the shot. You just keep sucking my
cock."
     Ready.
     Aim.
     Jim took the shot.