Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2001 06:53:27
From: Kevin Thompson <kebo_t@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hunting with Nick part 2

It had been a couple of nights since Nick and I had all that nice clean fun
after the cold showers.  Those nights weren't near as rewarding, we did
play a little.  I got to warm up my cold hands of a hot hard dick, but it
really just ended up with us jacking ourselves.  We did tell every nasty
joke we had ever heard, some from the old guys in the last few days, talked
about other boys and their sexual exploits.  Some of my stories were really
just some of my own dreams with the boy in the story.  We did throw in a
few conquests of woman, I think to keep touching back to what was supposed
to be normal, then.

Through the night, I heard the tip-tap of sleet and ice hitting the camper
shell.  At times, it was coming down hard enough to wake me up and then it
was also nice to sleep by.
  Especially now that Nick and I had become so familiar that we slept close
and comfortable.  Sleeping without bodies touching was actually more room
then just a few inches apart.  It was much more comfortable because no
matter how much I did want to reach out to touch him those first few
nights.  It was much warmer with us touching and under the sleeping bags,
we tucked in every open loop and snuggled against the cold air that found
every little hole and crack in the camper.  And Nick found a way to snuggle
his toes under my legs to keep them warm.

I really liked it, although part of my pleasure was hard to admit even to
myself at the time.  I was 14 and boys that age just didn't have teddy
bears but I just couldn't help but feel like my arms were wrapped around a
big ol' teddy bear.  Nick had his long johns on, from ankle to his neck.
The ribbed fabric gave him a nice texture and invited my fingers to keep
rubbing slowly and softly.  Most of Nick felt like a teddy, soft and warm.
Although, he did have some hard sharp point on him, his shoulders and
elbows could almost pierce me as we rolled in our sleep.  His hips seemed
to have no flesh on them at all, just skin stretched over hard bone.  I
know he had a boner the entire night, it wasn't always poking at me nor did
I have my hand on it, but each time my hand slipped down there, he was as
hard as a rock.  Then I also know he liked the feel of my boner pressing up
against his butt.

I was sound asleep when the sound of the sleet started to mix in with an
irritating electronic beep.  My watch was going off, signaling the start of
another hunting day.  I only started setting it to go off since Nick and I
were sleeping so close.  I wanted to get awake enough and situated so that
none of the old guys would know what was going on between us.  It took my
mind a little while to realize what it was, but I woke up warm and happy.
And full of piss.  I rolled out of bed, the cold of the camper hit me but
it was nothing compared to the cold that knifed through me as I opened the
door of the camper to piss.  Ice broke off the seal of the door and I felt
sleet hitting my body and my dick.  I know my balls were heading for warmer
lodging deep within my body but it took a few shakes to get my boner down
enough to start pissing.  I couldn't push hard enough nor piss fast enough
that morning!  I finished, closed the door tight, then turned to see Nick's
pink little dick filling up a plastic cup, all in the relative warmth of
the camper.

I was enjoying watching his dick hang out there.  I had looked at many
dicks from the side at urinals and even pissing on trees, but this was a
different angle.  I made some smart ass remarks, and that got Nick
giggling, sloshing the cup and making his dick jump around a little.  I was
worried that he would piss on the sleeping bags or my clothes.  Then he
asked me to toss it out the door, I grabbed his cup of piss so fast that it
amazes me to this day.  Yea, the warmth felt good in my hand but I never
thought I would handling another boy's piss.  The steam rose fast off the
cup as I opened the door and tossed the piss just outside the camper.  It
did yellow the snow pretty good!

We got up, and put on just about all our clothes, laced up our boots,
grabbed gun and knife and we were ready for another deer hunt.  We went
into the cabin, just corrugated tin on a frame of 2x4's with a mix of
insulation, bare light bulbs, little rooms separated by partial rooms and
what passed as a pretty usable kitchen and dining room.  Normally by this
time, there were pans of hot biscuits and sausage just waiting to be eaten.
The biscuits weren't anything special, just the good ones from the tubes
you break open, but the sausage was really good.  Thick slices, cooked
throughout and I always looked for the ones that had been cooked a little
too long, so that they were crisp on the outside.  The sausage was from
last year's hunt and even mixed with some javelina, not that I could tell.
I do know they made half for the six old guys, and Nick and I would finish
off the other half.  It was also one of the few places that I ate real
butter and I added plenty to each biscuit.  There was also coffee, dark,
harsh, and hot.  That is where I learned to drink it.  The only thing that
has come close to that coffee is the double expresso at the Starbucks down
the street now, and if that was served in a dirty metal cup, they might
have something.

The coffee was on, keeping warm on a low gas flame, but there were only
snores, grunts, and farts from the old guys in the cabin.  I found my dad
in the darkness and woke him up to find that age had apparently given them
some wisdom, although back then I just thought they were wimps in their old
age.  They had decided that the sleet, wind, and cold just wouldn't be good
for a day hunting.  They had good luck, several deer had been taken, and
the weather really couldn't get much worse.  It looked like we were going
to end up sitting around playing cards, having the old guys try to
embarrass us by making some comment about sex, boners, girls, zits, and the
like, while waiting for this big cold storm to move through.

I was pleased when a voice out of the dark said we could go, and even use
the good stand.  The voice came from the old guy that was my father's and
Nick's father's boss.  There was no doubt who the big dog was, he got the
good bed, the good chair, the good deer stand, and all the old guys would
laugh at his jokes, no matter how lame they were.  Nick and I would get to
work for him one summer, and got to laugh at some of those same old jokes.
I told him thanks and said that we knew how to get there.  Filled an old
thermos with coffee, and we were out of there.

About 40 feet from the cabin, I got wondering if we were that tough, the
sleet was coming right in our faces, stinging my nose and cheeks, making it
hard to keep my eyes open.  I kept checking on Nick, his breath coming out
as steam out the top of his coat that he pulled up to his nose.  His hunter
orange cap was pulled down low, almost over his eyes.  If Nick had shown
only one sign of wanting to go back, I would have spun around quick.  My
toes were getting cold, my cheeks were numb, my nose wouldn't stop running
and I was running out of places to wipe it.

We finally got to the good stand, built out of building scaffolds, over
looking a good open area and a stock tank that was stocked with catfish and
bass, high enough that you could see all over.  Nick and I climbed up the
icy ladder, slipping the whole way up.  Got in, shut the trap door, snapped
all the vinyl down and found the old recliner that had been hauled up
there.  Nick and I fit into that chair but it was a tight fit especially
with all the clothes we had on.

It was still dark, we made it there well before sun up.  Except for the
sleet on the stand, the only other sound was us breathing.  In the glow of
an old Coleman lantern, I watched Nick start drifting back to sleep.  His
cheeks were pink and cute, his lips were chapped but just begged to be
kissed.  His lips were slack and open as he came close to sleep.  His eyes
stared blankly at the walls of the stand.  He noticed me staring at him and
smiled and gave a little laugh.  I responded by hugging him and rubbing my
hand along his arm.  I was surprised but pleased by him leaning his head on
my chest and snuggling even closer.  I was wide awake as his head rested
just under my face, I could smell a little soap but mostly campfire smoke,
grim, and that musky smell of boy a few days from an improvised shower.

I boned up and my dick was pressed hard against the layers of clothes.
There wasn't anyway I was getting to it, but I did start to rub it through
all the layers.  I got it pointing up and was stroking the underside of it.
I wasn't planning on cuming, it just felt good enough to do it right then.
Nick was warm and happy, snuggled against me, drooling on my coat.  I
watched as it started to get lighter, there wasn't much to tell where the
sun was coming up at, too many clouds as the sleet continued.  But Nick was
waking up as it got brighter.  He finally raised his head and looked at me
and smiled.  It was a goofy shy little grin and it got me smiling.

We raised the vinyl, looked out in every direction but saw nothing but
sleet.  The ground was white, the trees were beginning to collect a lot of
ice and the stock tank looked like it was starting to freeze.  And we were
getting close to freezing, I was so warm with Nick sleeping on me and now
the wind was whipping in and chilling us.  We decided we could see a deer
through the vinyl and closed everything back up.  The lantern was warming
it back up again.  It also shone on the stash of magazines stuck into the
sides of the stand.  For every one Field & Stream, there were 5 Playboy,
Hustler, QUI, and some that I don't think they bothered putting a name on
them, just a price.  We started going through them, getting harder and
harder as we went.
  At first, we both tried to look at them without showing that we were
getting horny and hard.  But after doing some adjustment which led to some
rubbing, then stroking, we got kidding each other about getting a boner.

There were enough shots of guys that really made it interesting.  Some of
the stranger ones showed a whole lot dick.  There was always women and
pussy, but there were a lot of pictures of men sucking and fucking.  We
both ended up looking at one magazine that had two young looking guys in
boy scout uniforms, riding Harleys and stopping in the middle of the desert
to suck each other.  That got us talking about sucking.  Nick admitted that
he had talked his brother into doing it, but never got close to cuming
while getting sucked.  It was those times when they shared a shower or a
bed.  He said he was seven the first time, we agreed that didn't count.

I told him I would do him, right then.  All though he asked if I was for
real, I didn't have to say it again when he stood up.  Under Nick's coat,
he had insulated coveralls with some oil company's name all over them,
Levi's under that, those nice ribbed long-johns and then his white BVDs.  I
watched as he dug through each layer, each taking a different skill of
unzipping, unbuttoning, or just pulling aside.  Just about the time I
couldn't stand it, his dick head appeared.  It bounced up and down a few
times, and I started to feel it with my fingers, and it was the hottest
thing I had felt in days.

I grabbed Nick's butt and pulled him closer.  I leaned into him and just
kissed the tip of his dick.  I opened my mouth a little more each time and
I tasted a great ripe tang of his dick.  Musty and sharp.  When I went to
put it in my mouth, my nose dove into the opening of his coveralls.  The
smell was intense!  There was nothing unpleasant about it, but it was such
a ripe, musky, powerful aroma that I barely could stop inhaling.  The
mixture of cum, piss, sweat, hormones and such formed a powerful
attraction.  It made the glands in my jaws burn and tingle!  I would have
eaten it all up, if I could have gotten to it.

That was a little problem, with all those layers, and Nick was still
growing, but didn't really have enough to make it all the way out of his
clothes.  Just the purple little circumcised head poked beyond the
insulated coveralls.  I had all that I could get in my mouth and his
clothes made like a funnel for all his scent, I didn't mind all that much,
but Nick wanted more of a feeling and told me to hold on and let him take
some stuff off.

I sat back, rubbing my boner through my clothes as I watched him peel back
all the layers.  He pulled down the last two layers of underwear and his
dick sprang out, as hard as he could get.  I was looking at it.  It did
have one little vein that stuck out and wiggled its way along his dick.  It
was a perfect looking dick.  I had books with pictures of developing boys,
and there wasn't a more perfect dick in any of the books.  Pink head,
curved so nice.  I must have been looking too long, Nick took my head and
pulled it towards his dick.  I might have been a little slower but I took
the whole thing in my mouth.

The soft skin on my tongue and the hard shaft pushing in made for a new and
wonderful feel for me.  I got even more of that great hot taste.  I started
moving my head, pulling his dick in and out of my mouth.  Nick started to
hump his hips, awkwardly really, making it hard to keep a rhythm and not
scrap teeth on that sweet little dick.  He settled down as I took my hand
and reached into his underwear and felt his balls.  I have never felt
anything so soft and so velvety.  His scrotum felt like touching warm
butter.  The little hairs was the closest thing to mink I had ever touched.
Little squeezes on his balls found them so absolutely hard.

I felt those balls started to tighten and then my finger tips actually felt
the cum shoot through before he exploded into my mouth.  With each shot,
Nick rose higher and higher.  He was on his toes and pressing down on me
when he gave his last shot.  The cum was so smooth and hot.  I was so
intent on sucking him that I barely remember swallowing it.

When he finished, I turned him around and let him down on the recliner.  He
just laid there, panting, smiling, laughing, and all with his dick and
balls naked in the freezing cold.  I don't think he felt any of the cold.
I couldn't leave him like that, and I started pulling his underwear back
up.  I made sure his BVDs were straight before his long-johns were pulled
up, then his jeans.  I realized when I zipped him, how erotic to me that
was, simply dressing another boy.  I left his coveralls down around his
knees but threw his coat over the top of him, which he used as a blanket.

I watched him recover, I found a way to get my hand into my pants and
played with my hard slick dick.  It was the first time in my life that I
had precum.  My hand slithered around, along my dick and squishing my balls
all coated in precum.  Nick looked over and asked for a minute so he could
do me.  I started to shake as I waited.  I was warm enough but I really
wanted Nick to suck my dick.  I was about to have to pull my hand out or
cum when he finally said ok.  It didn't take me long to bare my dick.  I
undid my belt and pulled jeans and underwear down all in one move.  I felt
goose bumps form on my butt from the cold but my dick was hot and hard.
  It was red, the color it gets when I get closer to coming.  It was as
hard as I ever was and poking out right at Nick.

Nick said wow and slapped my dick from side to side a few times.  I
flinched with each slap, I was really afraid that I would cum from just
that.  I really wasn't huge, but it impressed Nick as he was enjoying
looking and inspecting it.  He grabbed it at that base and pulled it, a big
drop of precum formed at the tip and Nick licked it off with the tip of his
tongue.  A few more licks, and I was almost begging him to suck me.  Nick
enjoyed that feeling of control, he kept asking me if I really wanted it
sucked.  That is about the time I realized that Nick had pistol-grip ears!
I reached down and pulled him right on my dick.

I didn't move, I let him do all the stroking.  I grabbed the cold bars of
the stand above me and held on to stay standing up.  The sleet was coming
down hard.  The closer I got, the harder the sleet.  It was pounding the
roof in an almost deafening roar, at that same time, I moaned and let the
cum fly.  The first shot hit the back of Nick's throat, the second hit his
cheek and above his eye.  The rest were back in his mouth.  Nick kept
sucking after I stopped cuming, and that sent me jumping, my dick gets very
sensitive after I cum.  And the sleet slacked off to a drops.

It didn't take me long to pull my pants back up.  When I did, I told Nick
to move over in the chair but I just fell on top of him.  I could feel his
heart beating fast, even through all the clothes.  My face was sweating and
I was warm through out my body.  I laid like that for a while before we
decided we better do a little hunting.  We sat up, got where we could look
out and waited.  We talked about what we just did, and even though I felt a
little guilty, I had to admit just how much I enjoyed it.

That hunt actually ended up with a kill.  Nick got off a clean shot at a
good buck, six point but heavy antlers and in really good shape.  That deer
appeared just after the feeder went off.  I thought he was going to shoot
the buck with more points, but he said he never saw it.  It was right there
about 10 feet from the deer he shot.  It turned out to be a good thing, the
boss old guy really wanted that deer, just hadn't shot him yet.  It was the
first time I gutted a deer all by myself.  I think I did a pretty good job.
And it was Nick's first deer too.  I got to do the thing with putting the
deer's blood on his cheeks.  I tried to convince him that the blood get
smeared on his balls too, he didn't go for that.  I just wanted to feel
them again.

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There is more, if people want it.  Emailing me would be great.
kebo_t@hotmail.com Several people liked the first part, and they said they
liked me describing the hunting part, so I did a little more in this one.