Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2016 17:05:27 +0000
From: "Unforgiven Gaymer (via Google Docs)" <unforgivensc2@gmail.com>
Subject: Hunting-with-dad-1

I want to say thank you to my proofreaders, JG and GR. Without your help, I
don't think I would have enjoyed writing this as much and learning from you
has been an experience on its own.

This story is fictional to include all names, locations and events. This
has been a massive undertaking as I have never written anything like this
before. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I have writing it for you.


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Let me begin by telling you about my family dynamic. My dad was in the
military for 20 years; he saw combat and had a very commanding presence. My
mom was a very conservative Southern woman; she was Scarlett O'Hara but for
the modern age. My sister, I'm not sure what to say about her, we were five
years part and she had no time for her kid brother.


When Mom and my sister would go on retreats it was guys' weekend at the
house, but now I was 10 and I could go on hunting trips with my dad and his
hunting lodge. I had hunted with my dad before but never a full
weekend. Before, we would get up super early, drive a few hours until we
found our spot and setup. Sometimes it wouldn't even be to hunt, most times
it was so we could just shoot our rifles and shotguns. He used one of these
trips to teach me how to track and pick out buck and doe markings.


But as we prepared for this hunting trip, something was different. It
wasn't just a weekend to be with his friends, the lodge was a special
place; I could tell by how dad was preparing me and himself.


***


The evening before we stuffed ourselves on all of our Thanksgiving
favorites and the sun hadn't even rose yet when dad came into my room to
wake me up for my first hunting trip with the lodge. After waking up a bit,
I went into the bathroom to take my morning piss. Living with my Mom and
sister had taught me to close the door when you are in the bathroom, but as
I was standing there, Dad opened the door. He stood there 5ft 8in, 165lbs,
salt and pepper hair covering most of his body, a limp but plump uncut cock
and his scrotum was fuzzy like a tennis ball. "There is no privacy at the
lodge, so you need to start getting use to peeing with other men around."
Dad walked up to the toilet and started pissing as well, his piss smelled
strong and was a darker color than mine.


He walked away, and when I finished pissing, flushed the toilet and walked
down the hall into my room. There he was stark naked in my room hands on
his hips like a statue of a Greek god. I had seen my Dad naked a few times
during our weekends alone, but he had never stayed naked for very long.


He knelt down to be at eye level with me and began explaining the hunting
lodge to me. "The lodge was guys only and it is a safe place. We never
talked about the things that happen at the lodge, unless we are in the
lodge, okay?" I nodded yes.


After this little talk dad helped me out of my pajamas. I had been dressing
myself for years, so this was different. Dad said it was time to pack for
the weekend ahead, so I opened my closet and pulled out my tote and a
duffle bag from Dad's military days. As we went through my tote dad would
tell me the kinds of clothes to pack thermals, camos, socks, and when were
were finished I noticed he didn't tell me to pack underwear. Once I was all
packed Dad left the room to pack up his own gear.


It wasn't long until we came out of their bedroom and closed the door. I
was waiting the living room where Dad unlocked and opened the gun
cabinet. Dad and Grandpa made the cabinet together, solid oak with carvings
all over and a glass window so you can see the guns. He got out two
shotguns and my .410. Then he reached behind a gun and pulled this black
piece of fabric. The bottom panel opened with a hard metallic "click". Dad
reached in without looking and pulled out something that he quickly put in
his pocket. He closed the panel back and locked the gun cabinet back up. I
wondered what he had taken.


Once we got all the guns and ammo we needed, we rechecked to make sure we
didn't forget anything. With that he said, "Let's go kiddo. It's a couple
hour drive so sleep if you want, I'll wake you when we arrive."


Out the door we went, loaded his truck and got on the road. It wasn't long
before I was fast asleep. I woke up a few times on the drive and at one
point we were on a very bumpy country road. Dad unbuckled my seatbelt and
laid me down on the bench seat. I woke up and noticed my head was on his
lap, there was this smell that too this very day I love. It was manly,
musky and comforting.


What seemed like a few minutes of sleep before Dad woke me up. "Get up
kiddo, we're here!" I didn't know if there would be any other kids my age
this weekend. I really had no clue what was in store for me during my first
lodge weekend but I was ready for whatever was to come.


I was starving and Dad knew but first we had to unload the truck. I went to
the back and dropped the tailgate, reaching in I pulled out my duffle and
Dad's duffle bag. It never crossed my mind that his clothes would be much
heavier than my clothes. I used all of my strength to get his duffle out of
the back and it hit the ground with a thud.


Dad came around to the back of the truck and saw me struggling with his
duffle.


"I got my bag kiddo. Take your duffle and gun `n head into the lodge, I
hear there's some chow on the table.", Dad said with some excitement in his
voice.


"Okay, dad. What room are we in?", I asked as I turned to head inside.


"Ask Mr. Red where the bunks are for Mr. Blue.", Dad replied with a slight
grin on his face.


As I entered the lodge I was amazed, the outside of the main building
reminded me of a large storage shed grandpa had on his farm. The inside was
another matter, the walls were covered in wood that had been stained a
cherry color. There was a big area with a few big tables and folding chairs
running down both sides. The far table had all of the food and drinks on
it, like a buffet at an all you can eat restaurant. On one wall was all of
these mounted deer heads, some doe but mostly bucks with all different
points. The opposing wall had an opening it looked wide enough for 2 doors.


Stunned by my sheer amazement of this place, one of the men approached me.


"Can I help you son?", he asked.


"My Dad told me to ask Mr. Red where we would be sleeping.", I replied.


He tousled my hair and said, "Well kid who is your Dad?".


"Carl.", I said with a giggle.


The gentleman knelt down and looked me in the eye, "We don't go by our real
names here son. What is the other name your Dad has?".


I was a bit scared when I answered him, "Um, Blue sir. I'm sorry if I
messed up."


With that he stood up patted me on the head and yelled for Red.


I was amazed at the man that emerged from the big opening. He was 6ft,
about 220lbs wearing jean and a flannel shirt. The shirt was tucked in and
only a few of the bottom buttons were fastened. He had a thick mat of red
chest hair escaping from the unbuttoned part of his shirt. Mr. Red and the
man that talked to me exchanged a few words before Mr. Red turned to me.


"Come on Little Blue, let's find a place for you and your pops.", he said
without any hesitation.


"Little Blue?", I inquired.


"You are Blue's son, right? I hope so because I already named you", he said
with a chuckle.


He took my through a large opening into another large room. This one was a
bit bigger than the last but not any less impressive. There were bunk beds
on 3 of the walls and a few in the middle. There were no dividers between
the bunks. As I looked around I could see other men and their kids putting
their things aways. Mr. Red led me to our bunks before explaining where
everything was to me.


"The room we were just in was the eating and social area. This is the
bunkhouse room and through the strip curtain is the restroom and showers.",
he explained.


With that he walked over to another father and son helping them get
settled.


Dad came into the bunkhouse and easily found me just starting at
Mr. Red. "Let's get unpacked and grab some chow.", he instructed,


Our bunks were pretty plain, no sheets or pillows. just the wooden frame
and the mattress. Below it were 2 trunks, they both had locks hanging from
them. Dad reached down to slide them out, taped to the top was a key on a
metal beaded string. Dad took the keys and unlocked the trunks. Then he
hung one key around his neck and the other around mine.


"This is the first test, can you keep something close to your heart and not
let anyone take it.", Dad told me.


"There will be 3 tests to prove you can be part of the lodge. The first is
the key, the second is trusting your father, the third is the ceremony.",
he looked around to make sure no one else heard him.


As we unloaded my duffle bag, I was consumed by what the ceremony was. I
could tell by the look on my Dad's face he shouldn't have told me
anything. I had a million questions but I dared not to ask a single
one. When we finished unpacking my duffle, we started unload Dad's. The
first thing he pulled out were 2 sets of flannel sheets and 2 pillows. I
started making the bottom bunk as he finished putting everything in his
trunk. Dad stood up, made the top bunk and put my pillow up there.


"Sons sleep on the top bunk and dads sleep below them. Just as you do what
I say now, one day when I'm older I will have to do what you tell me too.".


We locked out trunks and slide them back under the bunk. the head of the
bunk had gun rack attached to it. We stowed our guns and headed into the
eating area. There was so much food, I didn't know where to begin. Dad
helped me fix a plate before he made a plat for himself. We sat down at one
table and dug in. The food was great plus I was really hungry. I must have
had 2 plates of food. There wasn't very much talking as people were too
busy eating. Some of the other boys and I exchanged eye contact.


After, I was done eating dad told me to go outside and play with the other
boys. I ran out of the lodge and listened for the other boys. They were on
the side by the bunks playing tag. I walked up to them and one kid asked me
my name.


TO BE CONTINUED!!!


***

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is my first attempt at writing any Gay Erotica. I hope you enjoyed it, and
if you have any input, please feel free to email me. I'd really love to
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