Date: Fri, 9 Jan 2009 04:21:16 +0000 From: Jacob Latson Subject: Agony & Ecstasy Chapter 6 Disclaimer: This story will describe the life of John Miller from his time as a divorced man who has been devastated by the divorce and then turns his tragedy into a new life of wealth. This story will include descriptions of male sex, including M/M, M/T, M/b, T/b and b/b. If stories involving sex between consenting males of all ages, including mainly gay sex, offends you, go back to the Archives and pick a different story for your reading pleasure. There has been minimal research for this story therefore, names, places, and events are mostly fictitious and similarities to real life are coincidental. Some companies and organizations mentioned actually exist, but references to the activities, policies, programs and procedures are fictitious. This story will include references to the United States government, the FBI, CIA and other agencies. Any references are purely fictional, and only used to develop the plot and characters. Thanks, Bill for your editing of my story... Agony & Ecstasy Chapter 6 Turmoil and Challenges John returned to his home and looked at the progress of the repair work. He was sick about the damaged photographs of his childhood with his parents, and packed the photos away in the attic before going to bed. Normally he would have enjoyed the companionship of his beloved dog, but Barney was dead and John felt very lonely. He had talked to Bobby about the divorce pleadings, and was filled with anxiety. His financial status was deteriorating with every day, and he wondered if he would be forced to sell his home and move into an apartment. He couldn't touch his 401K until he turned 55 and the value of his Chrysler stock had tanked along with the other automobile companies. He dreaded the thought of leaving the home that he had remodeled several times, and didn't want to leave Barney buried in the yard for someone to dig up. Bobby spent a late night in his home office, and was finally satisfied with his pleadings. He saved his work to a disc before going to bed. Mary knew that Bobby was very emotionally involved with the divorce, mainly because a ruthless bitch had victimized her husband's best friend. She cuddled next to Bobby when he finally came to bed, and held him close until he finally fell asleep. Judge Carrie Matney talked to one of her closest friends, David Burtram, another seasoned judge of divorce proceedings. She wasn't supposed to discuss any pending trials, but judges often broke that rule to make sure that their views were legal. It was rare for a divorce to be appealed, but Judge Matney didn't want to take any chances. When the deadline was reached, she retired to her chambers to read what the two attorneys had prepared. Sidney Ashton had prepared a blistering attack of John Miller in his pleadings to the judge, and detailed a series of demands that were totally unreasonable. Margaret demanded half of the buyout of $100,000 from Chrysler Corporation, and half of the equity of the marital home. The appraisal had been completed before Margaret had unleashed her anger, and Sidney wanted $75,000 for Margaret's share. The actuary had calculated the value of John's future retirement at $85,000 and Sidney demanded $50,000. He asked for $15,000 for legal fees for Margaret to pay Trevor Robinson, her first attorney, and $25,000 for his services. He demanded that John assume the burden of all of the credit card balances and his final demand was for $2,000 a month in alimony. Bobby based his pleadings on the testimony during the divorce trial. He asked that Margaret pay the entire bill of $60,000 for remediation of the damages to the home and contents and that she pays 80% of the credit card bills that had accumulated to over $35,000. He showed that the home equity of $150,000 had been reduced due to the extensive damage caused by Margaret. He noted that only $10,000 remained from the buyout that John received from Chrysler Corporation and detailed the bills that John had paid during the separation on the mortgage, utilities and minimum credit card payments. He asked the judge to require Margaret to pay 25% of the marital bills that John had paid during the time of the divorce proceedings and wanted all assets split 75% to John and 25% to Margaret based on relative contribution during the marriage. He asked the judge to send a clear message to Margaret Miller that her behavior in the past and in the courtroom was reprehensible and that punitive damages of $100,000 be assessed. He emphasized that the murder of the lovable dog and damage to memoirs of John's parents had justified the punitive damages. He also asked that any remuneration for future retirement benefits for either party be delayed until the defendant and plaintiff reached the age of 65. Anticipating that Sidney would ask for alimony, he cited the laws of the State of Michigan that alimony was only awarded when one party had never demonstrated the ability to secure employment. He also cited "precedent" cases where attorney fees were awarded to the party found to be "without fault" and asked for $45,000 for his fees and the cost of the investigators that uncovered Margaret's behavior. He made it clear that John wanted to retain ownership of the marital home and remaining contents. Judge Matney filed the pleadings from the two attorneys and returned to her courtroom to continue the criminal prosecution of a man who had killed his business partner in a violent argument. During the murder trial, she tried to focus, but her mind drifted to the images of the vandalized Miller home and the brutalized little dog. She pushed those images out of her mind and tried to focus on the current trial. It was two days later when Bobby received the judge's decision on the divorce. He didn't open the sealed envelope until John arrived at his office. John was filled with anxiety when he got the phone call from Bobby. He had expected to wait a full week for the verdict, but Judge Matney had only taken three days to finalize the divorce. He was shaking with fear when Bobby began speaking. "When a judge makes a ruling in a divorce case, several factors are always considered," Bobby began. "First is to determine if counseling or any other means of saving the marriage is possible. Second is to determine what destroyed the bonds of matrimony and if either party is at fault more than the other. With no minor children involved, it comes down to analysis and distribution of assets and liabilities. I never told you what Margaret had demanded through her attorney and this chart will show you why." Bobby walked over to a dry erase board in his office and uncovered part of a chart that showed what Margaret's attorney had demanded. He let John read the demands and saw that his buddy was shaking with fear. "Relax John" Bobby said. "I knew that Sidney would go for the world in his demands in the hope that the judge would rule somewhere in the middle of his demands and mine. I know this judge, and she's still pissed at Margaret for her outbursts in court and will make her pay for the disrespect. Here is what I asked for after our discussions." Bobby uncovered the other half of his chart that had his demands listed next to Sidney's. "Now let's list what the judge came up with," Bobby said. "The judge came up with a total of $370,000 in assets that includes the equity in the home, value of your truck and Margaret's car, your retirement from Chrysler and her retirement from the State of Michigan, and the Chrysler stock that you own and your 401K. Judge Matney listed the total liabilities at $200,000, and that includes the balance on the home mortgage, the credit card balances and the remediation costs. That leaves a net worth of $170,000 without any consideration for the legal fees." "I feel sick!" John said to his best friend. "My entire life has just been reduced to only $170,000! I'm a total failure!" "NO YOU'RE NOT!" Bobby exclaimed. "You're worth millions of dollars to your family and friends! Just relax and let's analyze what the judge has ruled!" Bobby was thrilled when he read that the judge had ruled that the marital assets should be split 75-25 based on the relative contribution of the two parties. She awarded Margaret $21,250 for the present day value of John's retirement, but also ruled that Margaret owed 25% for the bills that John had paid during the divorce in the amount of $22,500. Margaret's portion of the home equity amounted to $37,500 but the judge ruled that Margaret had to pay the full cost of the remediation that totaled $60,000. John's mind was totally confused by the numbers until Bobby started making a new list on the dry erase board that showed what the judge's ruling meant. He felt sick and wanted to run out of Bobby's home office to get some fresh air, but Bobby wouldn't let him. "I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!" Bobby exclaimed. "The judge nailed her ass with $100,000 in punitive damages and also awarded you $20,000 of my legal fees! I told you that Judge Matney would nail Margaret for her Contempt of Court, and I knew that the judge was a pet lover who would be appalled at what Margaret did to Barney. The final tally is UNBELIEVABLE! Margaret gets nothing! She has to pay the Chase MasterCard bill of over $10,000 and the judge nailed her ass to the wall!" "What does it all mean?" John asked. "Let me boil everything down for you!" Bobby said excitedly. "You get to keep the house, but you'll have to refinance it to get Margaret's name off of the mortgage and title. "You get to keep your stock and 401K and your retirement is all yours! Of course, she gets all of her retirement, but I bet that she gets fired for being in jail and won't get shit when she retires. You'll have to pay off $25,000 in credit card bills, but you don't have to pay the bitch a cent! We need to celebrate!" The judge's ruling confused John but he was relieved that the home would be his and that he didn't have to pay Margaret anything for her legal fees or alimony. He tried to figure out how he would be able to pay a home mortgage and the credit card bills on his meager wages from Taylor Paint. "I know a lender who I'm sure will let you re-finance the home to get some equity out," Bobby said. "You'll be able to pay off your portion of the credit card bills and stretch out the payments for 30 years. THIS IS FUCKING FANTASTIC!" The financial figures finally sunk into John's troubled mind. He was going to be free from Margaret without having to pay her a cent! He could continue to live in his home and didn't have to worry about his stock, 401K or retirement. If he could figure out a way to pay his monthly bills on his limited earnings from Taylor Paint, he could try to resume a normal life! "All of this is due to what you and your dad have done for me!" John said to Bobby. "By my calculations I owe Abe $60,000 for the home repairs and I owe you $45,000 for representing me!" "My dad and I love you!" Bobby replied. "Dad won't take a cent from you, and neither will I! Margaret will shit her pants when she sees what the judge ruled!" "Can she appeal?" John asked. "Judge Matney did her homework!" Bobby replied. "She cited precedent cases in the State of Michigan for `fault' in divorce proceedings. She's solid on her rulings, and she's never been overturned on appeal. Margaret is deep in debt, and I don't know a lawyer in the entire state who would represent her in the Appeals Court! If she had balls, they would be nailed to the tree in my front yard right now!" "I'd like to celebrate, but I'm still worried about how to pay a mortgage and my living expenses on the little that I make at the paint store," John admitted. "I sure don't want to have to sell my home after all of the remodeling I did in the past, but now that Barney is buried there, I'll do everything I can to stay there!" "We'll make it!" Bobby replied. "This is beyond what I ever expected and we need to have some cherry soup to celebrate!" "Did I hear someone ask for cherry soup?" Mary Goldman said when she opened the door to the home office of her husband. "I used John's special recipe and made a whole pitcher!" "WE DID IT!" Bobby exclaimed while he hugged his wife. "The judge fried Margaret's ass! John is going to be a free man and he doesn't have to pay Margaret a cent to keep his home, stock, 401K and retirement!" Mary knew that her husband was a talented attorney, but hearing the good news made her even more proud of Bobby. She loved John and was thrilled that Bobby had taken care of his best friend by exposing Margaret's guilt in the marriage and divorce. She worked as an interior decorator and loved her job, but knew that Bobby was the main breadwinner in their family. She hugged John and gave him a kiss on the cheek before turning her emotions loose on her husband. In the Wayne County Jail, Sidney Ashton dreaded the visit with Margaret Miller. He waited for the deputy to bring her into the visitation room and didn't know how to tell her the bad news. Margaret was livid when she faced her attorney through the plexiglass window. She wanted to hear that she would be released from jail and that she would be awarded a huge financial settlement in the resolution of her divorce. "Things didn't go well for us," Sidney began when Margaret was seated opposite him. "Let me give you a copy of the judge's ruling so you can read it. I'm going to leave now!" Margaret was furious that her attorney would hand the documents to the deputy and that he quickly left the room. When she read the final verdict of the judge, she went ballistic! She smashed the chair against the plexiglass wall and screamed obscenities at the deputy and everyone in the room. She was so angry that three deputies came in and tackled her to the floor before putting shackles on her to drag her back to her cell. Sidney Ashton left the Wayne County Jail and knew that he would never get paid for his legal services from the nasty bitch. He returned to his office and ordered his legal assistant to prepare a bill for $25,000 in legal fees and to mail it to Margaret Miller at the County Jail. Bobby Goldman had wiped him out, and he was livid! He would have to concentrate on other cases to pay the bills that were mounting for his law office. During the next few days, John tried to think only positive thoughts, and dreaded the meeting with the mortgage company to discuss the refinancing of his home. He signed the final decree of divorce, but knew that Margaret would still be part of his life in the future. He knew that she would never accept her guilt and would incite her sisters to make his life miserable. He changed his phone number and paid extra to make it "unlisted" and waited for the tornado of fury from Margaret and her sisters. Sidney Ashton had to sign the divorce decree with Margaret's name. His status as her attorney let him sign even after Margaret had unleashed her fury on him several times. The judge signed the decree and felt a feeling of satisfaction over how she had sorted through the emotions and testimony to give justice to John Miller. John's life settled down after he refinanced his home and tried to focus on positive things in his life. He had planted his garden and was enjoying the distraction of going to work at Taylor Paint. The customers loved the way John treated them and constantly told Jim Taylor how pleased they were with the knowledge and suggestions of his talented salesman. Jim Taylor loved the paint store and tried to hide his feelings of doom at the lack of profits. "Big Box Stores" like Lowes and Home Depot had built new stores in his area, and his store was barely breaking even. The Home Depot could sell paint for less than Jim could buy it, and business was dropping. The exceptional service that he provided to professional painters and do-it-yourself painters was the only thing that kept his business afloat. He didn't want to close the business that his father had started over 50 years ago, but he was barely breaking even. John knew that the profits for Taylor Paint were dropping, and he intensified his job searches for a higher paying job. He continued volunteering at the soup kitchens and shelters, but wondered how long he would still be employed. John had refused to let Abe Goldman replace the furniture that Margaret had destroyed in her rage. He refinanced his home and bought only the barest essentials in used furniture from Goodwill and Salvation Army outlets. Bobby had given him an old computer, and John set it up in the basement of his home. He went to the garage and retrieved his hidden discs of gay pornography and headed for release of his pent-up sexual urges. John grabbed a cold beer and hoped that the computer would have the software to view the secret files. At first he was frustrated with the lack of software, but his cable modem worked quickly to download the necessary viewers. He accessed the newsgroups where he had downloaded his boy porn in the past, and was shocked at how many new files had been posted. He remembered the seemingly innocent newsgroups that had provided his special videos and pictures, and started downloading several files. At the same time, he opened a disc with a file that he had downloaded several months ago but had never had the chance to view. The file was titled "Gang Initiation" and John was ready for some hot action. When John opened the file, he was thrilled to see that Boy Charms Productions produced it. He knew that Boy Charms only produced videos with cute boys and handsome men, and he was anxious to see the action. The video was made in the Czech Republic, and all dialogue was in Czech. Brief translations of the dialogue were shown in English, and that made it easier for the viewer to understand the simple plot. John knew that gay porn always had a very simple plot where men and boys were quickly taken from a normal situation into intense sex. He wondered if there was any place in the world where men could walk up to a boy and immediately grab the boy's dick and take him to a bedroom for fucking. In anticipation of what this video would reveal, John leaned back in the swivel chair and stroked his manhood through the fabric of his jeans. He didn't have to wait long for the action to start. A thin, blonde haired boy with glasses was talking to his friend. The friend was trying to convince the boy to join a gang for protection from other gangs, but the boy wasn't convinced. The blonde boy walked into an area of the city that was controlled by one of the gangs and was immediately attacked. He was dragged out of the city and into a wooded area where he was tied over a downed tree. Four teens tied him to the downed tree and immediately put a blindfold on him after taking off his glasses and throwing them into the brush. All of the boy's clothing was quickly cut away by the four attackers who used knives and threatened that they would cut off the boy's balls if he resisted. John knew that the plot of porn videos was always lame, but this one was interesting. The four attackers looked to be about 14 or 15 years old, and they were all very cute. He would love to have sex with any of the attackers, and the vulnerable boy was even cuter. He released his erecting cock from the confines of his jeans and began stroking his love tool while he concentrated on the hot action. The blonde boy struggled to get free, but his wrists were tied to the branches near the ground while his ankles were also tied. His body being bent over the downed tree was completely vulnerable. The dialogue boxes displayed the words that were spoken in Czech, and John was surprised that he understood much of what was being said. He hadn't spoken Czech since the days when he was on the farm of his grandparents, but the language was coming back to him easily. He had watched Boy Charm videos before, but had never captured a video with sound. In the video, the four attackers demanded that the blonde boy join their gang, but he refused. A brown haired boy walked behind the blonde boy's vulnerable body and immediately dropped his pants and underwear to reveal a nice uncircumcised cock that looked to be about seven inches long. He spit on his hand and smeared the saliva on the head of his cock before slamming it into the exposed anus of the young boy. The blonde boy screamed in pain, but his scream was quickly stifled when another erect cock was jammed into his mouth. The blonde boy fought to get away from his attackers, but he was securely bound to the downed tree and couldn't escape. "Don't bite or we'll cut off your balls!" one of the attackers yelled at the boy. He reached down and twisted the boy's balls to make sure that the boy knew that he meant business. John felt the precum flowing out of his cock head and knew that he wouldn't last long! He watched the two teens ravage the blonde boy at both ends and knew that he was going to blast a huge wad of cum at any second. The camera work was exceptional! It clearly showed that the teen that was fucking the boy was jamming every centimeter of his boyhood into the tight ass of the blonde boy while the other teen forced the boy to take his cock to the hilt. The action was too hot for John to hold back! His cock erupted at the same time that the teen's cock filled the boy's mouth with a huge wad of fresh cum. "Eat it all!" the dialogue box said, but John had understood the Czech words that the teen shouted to the boy. The boy tried to swallow all of the cum, but much of it rolled down the sides of his face. The boy who was doing the fucking was obviously cumming inside the boy's ass, and John couldn't control his emotions. He cupped his hand to catch his own cum and quickly gulped it down while he watched the hot action. The teen pulled his satisfied cock out of the ass of the blonde boy, and a stream of fresh cum flowed out of the boy's ass and down his legs. John paused the video and basked in the afterglow of sex. This was the hottest video that he had ever seen, and he didn't want to waste a second of the hot action. He stroked the last few drops of his own cum out on his hand and lapped up the nectar. He loved the taste of fresh cum and thought about Jamie and their intimate times at the Jeffries' cottage. Now that he was divorced, he wondered if Jamie was still receptive to gay sex with a man. He made a promise to himself to call Tom Jeffries to see if they could go to the cottage to fish, while he secretly hoped that it would only be Jamie who could go. He drained his beer and ran upstairs to get a cold beer out of the refrigerator. When John returned to his computer, he resumed the video file. He was thrilled with the hot action and that he understood what the teens were saying in Czech while they hammered the blonde boy. The four teens took turns fucking the boy and shoving their cocks into the boy's mouth. Before the four teens were satisfied, the blonde boy had ropes of cum running down his hair, face and legs, but the action wasn't finished. The camera work was great, and clearly showed the four teens returning to the city to send other teens out to the park to fuck the helpless boy. Groups of teens left the city to ravage the helpless boy and continued hammering both ends of their victim. Two men joined the party, and used both ends of the helpless boy. John knew that it was entirely an act, and that the blonde boy was a willing participant in the production of the extremely erotic video. He marveled that the young boy had been able to deep throat the large cocks and that the boy's ass had easily handled the massive cocks. The video continued with a friend of the boy coming to rescue him. The new arrival saw that his young friend was covered with cum and his own sexual urges took over. His young friend was still blindfolded, so he released his throbbing cock and shoved it into his young friend's mouth. He didn't last long before he pulled his cock out and spewed his load of baby pudding into the open mouth and over the boy's face. John's cock spurted another load of semen into his waiting hand. He gulped down his own juice and dreamed of Jamie and other boys that he had shared sex with. The blonde boy reminded him of Mike Mahon, a boy who lived on Long Lake with his father. Mike was often left at home alone while his father worked late. Mike knew that his father wasn't at his surgical office, but was probably screwing a new woman that he met. The boy was only 12 when he started going fishing with John, and their conversations quickly turned to sex. Mike was starting puberty, and he needed an adult male to answer the questions about his changing body and strange fantasies. The boy was attracted to other males, and John answered his questions honestly and without any judgment. Mike had been thrilled that a man would be honest with him, and his friendship with John blossomed into a gay relationship. John had been cautious, but the handsome blonde boy was irresistible. Mike spent several nights at John's home when Margaret was away visiting her sisters and Mike's dad was "working late". John had taken a risk by showing Mike some of his collection of boy porn, and the results were immediate! The front of Mike's shorts was tented out with his obvious erection, and John lost control. He stroked the boy's erection through the thin shorts and then released the throbbing meat to the cool air of the basement. Mike was devoid of pubic hair, but his boyhood was an impressive five inches long! John stroked the hard meat then succumbed to his desires and swallowed all of Mike's hard meat. He was immediately rewarded with a blast of watery boy cum that he savored before swallowing. He continued stimulating the boy's meat until Mike begged him to stop. John remembered that he was afraid the boy would bolt out of his basement to call the police, but was shocked when the young boy begged to see John's cock. John smiled when he remembered how he had to teach Mike how to keep his teeth from scraping John's cock when the boy performed his first blowjob. He remembered flooding the boy's mouth with a massive orgasm that overflowed down Mike's face while the boy gulped down as much as he could. Mike had been a willing partner for John's release of testosterone for several years. Whenever Margaret left the home for travel, Mike found a way to be there. He was easy to seduce into anal sex, and the boy was hooked on gay sex with his adult friend. Their intimate relationship continued for several years until Mike moved when his father married for the 4th time to another bimbo. John had watched Mike go from a hairless boy with no sexual experience into a teenager with raging hormones. Mike had finally accepted that he was gay, and had headed to college and the freedom to pursue his hidden desires. John thought back to Mike and the turmoil in the boy's life. College had been a struggle for the wealthy son of a respected surgeon, and Mike had succumbed to drug addiction. John had lost contact with Mike after the struggling teen had been thrown out of the University of Michigan when he was charged with dealing drugs. He wondered where Mike was, and how the handsome young man was dealing with the struggles of life. His attention returned to the computer monitor, where the video file was still running. The friend of the blonde boy had released several blasts of hot cum into his friend's mouth before pulling up his jeans to walk away. He waited for a few minutes before returning to his friend, and pretended that he was finding his helpless friend for the first time. The teen untied his battered friend and tried to help him clean up the rivers of cum that were flowing down his face and legs. "If you join our gang, you'll be protected from those guys," the teen said to the shattered boy. "No one will bother you if you join us!" John was amazed that he could understand the spoken words in Czech, and saw that the dialogue boxes were a poor translation of the language that he was remembering from his childhood with his grandparents. At their farm, English was rarely spoken, and John had quickly learned the spoken language. He had learned the dialect of his grandparents, and even learned how to swear in Czech when his grandfather was angry. He smiled when he remembered his grandmother yelling at his grandfather when she heard John cuss in Czech. John's attention was returned to the video with the teen giving the battered boy his T- shirt to cover his nakedness. The teen was obviously checking out the hairless crotch of the recently fucked boy before covering the boy's genitals. "What do I have to do to join your gang?" the boy asked the teen. "Nothing more than you just did with those guys and men," the teen replied. "So I have to suck and fuck?" the boy asked. "Yes, but we won't hurt you like they did," the teen replied. "You'll be initiated, and then you'll be protected. We all like to suck cocks and fuck each other in the ass, but no one will hurt you." "I'll do it!" the boy replied. "When can I join?" "Let's get you home and cleaned up, and I'll ask my friends when we can initiate you," the teen replied. He smiled and it was obvious that he was pleased at having the hairless boy join his gang so he could gain status with his teen friends. John's cock was getting sore from jacking off while he watched the video. In all of the years of his surfing the Internet, this was the hottest video that he had ever seen! He finished his beer and headed upstairs for his bedroom. He would save the rest of the video for his next trip down to his secret spot for release of his pent-up sexual needs. John was anxious when he went to the meeting with the mortgage consultant. He knew that his only income was the meager earnings from Taylor Paint, and feared that he would be forced to sell his home on Long Lake and move. He was pleased that Bobby was waiting for him with Nelson Arnold in the real estate office. Before the meeting was concluded, John was relieved that a new mortgage was assured that would pay off his portion of the credit card bills and leave him with a monthly payment that he could afford. He wouldn't have any money for any major purchases, but as long as he continued working for Taylor Paint, he could survive. His Chrysler stock and 401K were used for collateral to secure the home mortgage, but John still had a little money in his checking and savings accounts. Johnny called his father and admitted that Margaret and her sisters had barraged him with phone calls demanding that he support his mother. Johnny was upset, and wasn't able to hide his true feelings from his father. He admitted that he had to change his telephone number and make it unlisted to keep Margaret and her sisters from harassing him and his pregnant wife. John felt guilty for the way his son and daughter-in-law were being treated. He apologized to Johnny and wished that he could do something to reduce his son's stress. "I always knew that she hated me, but I never wanted to admit it," Johnny said to his dad. "I'm through with her and her family, and I'm trying to calm Kirsty down too. Kirsty had another ultrasound, and our baby's very healthy. We settled on his name, and he'll be John Walker Miller to honor you and Kirsty's maiden name. We plan on calling him Little John, and hope you'll give us your blessing on his name." "I love the name!" John replied. "You're the last hope to carry our family name forward into the future, and I'm honored that you want him to carry my name after that nasty divorce. I love you!" "Our love for you is unconditional!" Johnny said to his dad. "In another month, you'll be able to hold your first grandchild and I can't wait to take pictures!" "I'll buy ten rolls of film!" John said excitedly. After the phone call, John treated himself to another dose of "cherry soup", the humorous way he referred to his recipe for Manhattans. His only living relative was his son and he loved the time that he spent with his son and daughter-in-law. John continued tending his garden and wished that he could buy a boat to go out on the lake fishing. He was still making the minimum payments for his monthly bills, and wished that he could find a higher paying job. He was frustrated with the flood of emails from companies wanting him to sign up for their job search services. Many of the companies wanted over $5,000 to help him find a new job, but none of the companies had any promises of jobs in exchange for their services. He continued working at Taylor Paint and on weekends, he continued volunteering at the soup kitchens and working with Jim Taylor in refurbishing the shelters in the Detroit Area. It was late August when John was surprised by a visit from his son and very pregnant daughter-in-law. "We have a surprise for you!" Johnny said when he came into the living room of his father's home. Johnny looked around at the collection of second-hand furniture and wished that he could win the lottery to buy his father some appropriate furniture. "I have a friend who does welding, and he was able to repair grandpa's boat! Another friend of mine found a discarded outboard engine like the old Evinrude, and he was able to put grandpa's motor back together! I hope you like your birthday present!" John had tears flowing down his face when he saw the boat and motor that Johnny and Kirsty had presented to him for his birthday. He had been so consumed with the stress of adjusting to single life that he had forgotten about his own birthday. He looked at the repaired boat and motor and wept tears of joy at seeing what had been his only connection to his own father. The 14-foot aluminum boat had been repaired and the motor looked identical to the 1956 Evinrude that he had always cherished. Johnny and Kirsty were thrilled with the way John accepted their birthday present. They both had regular jobs, but they barely made enough to pay their apartment rent and get ready for the birth of their son. They quickly agreed to help John launch the boat and go for a ride around the lake. The boat and motor performed flawlessly, and they were thrilled with the excitement that John displayed. After the boat trip, John tied the repaired boat to his dock and hugged his son and daughter-in-law in appreciation of their special gift. The boat and motor looked exactly the way it looked before Margaret had unleashed her anger, and he felt a deep feeling of love for his son and his own father. He remembered how Barney used to run up to the bow of the boat when it was on plane, and felt sad that the dog couldn't be with him to enjoy the return of the special present. When September arrived, John's time was filled with fishing trips and preparation for the start of the football season. His crew of officials was in constant demand for high school football games, and John was happy for the first time in many years. He continued to officiate at the high school football games and continued his legacy of refusing any compensation from the Michigan High School Athletic Association for being a referee. In October, the blessed event happened! Little John arrived on October 5th, and John was in heaven! Tears of joy flowed down his face when he held his grandson for the very first time in the delivery room. Kirsty's parents were also allowed into the delivery room, and Jeff and Karen Walker were thrilled to join in the celebration of their first grandchild, and the cameras were busy capturing the happy events. Time passed, and Tom invited John to go deer hunting with him and Jamie. It was going to be the first time that John had seen Jamie in many months, and he looked forward to seeing the handsome teenager. Tom Jeffries was a talented real estate developer, and told John about his newest investment. It was a shopping mall in Livonia, a town near Detroit, and the mall would make Tom a millionaire when it was completed. Tom was stretching his financial resources to make the mall construction a success, and was obviously concerned about the financial dealings. Jamie was thrilled that he was old enough to get a deer-hunting license, and had taken the hunter's safety classes to be eligible for his own license. He fantasized about killing a big buck to prove to his father that he was becoming a man, but Tom seemed too occupied with his financial dealings to give his own son any attention. John hugged Jamie when John arrived at the hunting camp owned by a friend of Tom's. The camp was in the northern part of Michigan where rifles were allowed for deer hunting, and John wanted to sight in his rifle before the opening day of the season. John had deer hunted for many years and was now a regular with Tom at Brad Martin's property. Tom was busy on the phone, and told Jamie to leave him alone so he could take the important call. Jamie was devastated by the way his own father dismissed his excitement at being at a deer camp for the first time, and reached out to John in his frustration. "Can I go with you to the range?" Jamie begged. "What kind of rifle are you going to use this season?" John asked while he hugged the handsome teenager. "You need to practice so you can bag a big buck!" "My dad gave me his 32 Special lever action!" Jamie replied excitedly. "It's even got a scope!" "Let's see what you can hit at 100 yards," John replied to the young teen. He loved Jamie and wondered if they would get a chance to talk in private to share information about their sexual adventures. John and Brad Martin took Jamie to the back of the property where Brad had cleared an area for sighting in rifles. Brad was an experienced hunter, and knew the area around his 400 acres of property would provide some great opportunities for bagging a trophy buck. He enjoyed having John hunt his property and had invited him to hunt with him for the past 15 years. Jamie was nervous when he got to the shooting table, and missed the target with his first three shots. He was embarrassed until John stepped in. "Let's get you down to 25 yards and see what you can do," John said softly to the shattered boy. "Let me load your rifle for you." John watched Jamie take aim at the target that was only 25 yards away, and saw the boy flinch when he pulled the trigger. The rifle had a kick to it, but John knew that the boy could handle the rifle if he was trained properly. He wished that Tom was there to give Jamie instructions, but Tom was still busy on the phone with problems with his new shopping mall. Jamie was embarrassed and then got mad for completely missing the target. He was angry with himself and wanted to quit. John had handed him the gun with no ammunition loaded, and Jamie had flinched severely when he squeezed the trigger and only heard a "click". John just smiled and tried to comfort the young teen. He told Jamie that everyone had to learn the basics of shooting before they could bag a deer, and that he and Brad would help him learn to shoot. He handed the rifle to Jamie and told him to keep both eyes open and gently squeeze the trigger to fire. Jamie tried to follow John's instructions, but his fear of the recoil of the rifle caused him to jerk the trigger, even though the firing pin hit an empty chamber because John had handed him an unloaded rifle but he had jerked again in anticipation of the recoil. "Good!" John said to a startled Jamie. "Now you know that you're jerking the trigger and bracing for the kick of the rifle when it shoots! Now try it again with a loaded rifle, and this time, concentrate on keeping both eyes open to see where the bullet hits! Take a deep breath and let it out and hold when you squeeze the trigger gently!" Jamie listened to John and was thrilled when the bullet hit the target! His shot was wide to the left and high, but John and Brad encouraged him to try again. He was excited when he hit the target again in the same general area, and was starting to be comfortable with the rifle. After two more shots, John adjusted Jamie's scope and the boy was in heaven. John loved teaching boys about sports, and hunting was definitely a sport that he loved. He kept encouraging Jamie on the range, and soon the teen was consistently hitting the target with his shots. Jamie wanted to hug John and give him a kiss for taking the time to teach him how to shoot the powerful rifle. He was thrilled with his own performance and was gaining confidence with the rifle. "You're doing great at 25 yards, so let's see what you can do at 50 yards," John said to Jamie. "Control your breathing and gently squeeze the trigger! Keep both eyes open and look through the scope and see where the bullet hits the target!" Jamie was thrilled with the attention of John and Brad, and continued making progress in his marksmanship. He was excited when the two men switched him to the 100-yard target, and was thrilled when he had three shots that were close together, but below the center of the target. "Now we need to adjust his scope again," Brad said to John. "He's doing great!" Jamie soaked up the positive feedback from the two men, and concentrated on shooting the rifle. Brad had put up a new target on the 100-yard range, and Jamie celebrated when he hit the bull's-eye three shots in a row! "Can you do that good?" Jamie asked cockily of John and Brad. John just smiled and took his 7 mm Magnum rifle out of the aluminum case. He loaded the rifle with three rounds of ammunition and warned Jamie that his rifle was much louder than the 32 Special. Jamie was shocked when he heard the sound of the powerful rifle. Even with his hearing protection, his ears were ringing from the three shots that John had fired at a different target than the one he had shot at. Brad took out his 30.06 rifle and fired four shots at another target at 100 yards. Both men were experienced hunters and knew when their rifles were expertly sighted in. Jamie was shocked when he walked down to the end of the 100 yard range and saw that both John and Brad had put all of their shots directly in the center of their targets. He had a new appreciation for the two men for their obvious proficiency at hunting. "I think we're all ready to do some major killing tomorrow morning!" John said to Jamie and Brad. "I hope that Tom takes time to check his own rifle before tomorrow morning!" Brad Martin had several deer blinds on his property, and knew where the deer often traveled. He wanted to put Jamie in the best location to get a big buck and hoped that the boy would at least get a shot at a deer during the weekend hunt. Jamie was thrilled that he was getting the attention and tutoring from the two men. He wished that his own father would take time to teach him to shoot, but he knew that both of his parents were too busy with their careers to spend time with him. He choked back his emotions and tried to remain positive to accept the praise of John and Brad. He was excited about his first time of hunting with a powerful rifle, and couldn't wait for the next morning. That night in the remote cabin, John, Brad, Jamie and Tom sat in the main room in front of the blazing fire to discuss where they would hunt the next morning. Brad was the expert and suggested that Tom and Jamie take the tree blind near the woods that bordered the cornfield. The corn had already been harvested, but the deer still grazed in the field to eat what the machinery had missed. "I'm expecting some important phone calls tomorrow morning" Tom said. "Jamie and I will go out around noon." Jamie was devastated! He was confident that he could hit a deer after the instructions from John and Brad, and didn't want to sit in the cabin when he could be out hunting. His body language told both John and Brad that he was very disappointed. "Opening morning is the best time for getting a buck," Brad said. "We're surrounded by public land that's open to a lot of hunters, and the deer will be spooked by noon. Our best chances for scoring will be at first light when the deer haven't been shot at." "Why don't I take Jamie out with me?" John offered. "He and I can hunt in the same blind in the morning, and then he can hunt with his dad in the afternoon." "Fine with me" Tom replied. "I'm having some problems getting the contractors lined up for construction of the new mall, and I'll need to refer to my blueprints while I talk to them." "Awesome!" Jamie blurted out. He loved John and hoped that he would be able to spend some intimate time with his favorite adult. The cabin was small and there was no way that he could sneak into John's bed with his father and Brad in the wide open space. Everyone decided to shower before going to bed early to be fully rested for the morning hunt. They were all excited about getting out in the blinds and the possibility of seeing some deer. "Take a fast shower" Brad said when Jamie started undressing. "I have a small water heater and I don't want to take a cold shower." The three men sat around the fire and relaxed with cold beers and fresh cigars while they discussed the plans for the next morning. They took turns taking quick showers and noticed that it was snowing outside. "The snow should stop around midnight," Brad said. "A blanket of snow will make it easier to see the deer and track any wounded animals. I predict a great season this year!" Tom finally got tired of phone calls and turned his cell phone off. He shared with his two friends that he was having trouble getting commitments from several contractors and was trying to get the banks to free up more money that was needed for his new mall project. Jamie tossed and turned all night. He was too excited about going hunting for the first time to get any quality sleep. At 5:30 a.m. he gave up and got out of bed. He plugged in the large coffee pot and began boiling water so he could make hot chocolate for himself. He tried to be quiet, but John woke up when he heard the anxious teen banging pots and pans in the kitchen area. "It's time to get up anyway," John said when Jamie apologized for waking him up. "Brad's letting us use the two person ATV so we don't have to walk out to our blind. Let's see how much snow we got last night." John and Jamie opened the door to the cabin and saw that 4 inches of snow had fallen during the night. They were both excited about going hunting and their chatter woke up Brad and Tom. Tom decided to listen to his voicemail messages while he drank a cup of coffee, and he wasn't pleased with what he heard. A design flaw had been uncovered and he would have to talk to his architect and the contractors to correct the error. Timing was everything for him, and he knew that he would have to spend many hours on the phone to get things settled. By 6:00 a.m., Jamie was wired! He wanted to leave to get to the deer blind with John and didn't want to wait another minute. The 4-wheeler was under a carport that kept it dry, so John packed his gear in the rear basket and waited for Jamie to climb aboard. "Do you have your rifle?" John teased Jamie. "Of course!" Jamie exclaimed. "I'm not a dipshit!" "How about your thermos of hot chocolate and your ammunition?" John asked. Jamie's face went white, and he jumped off the machine to run back inside the cabin. He ran back to the 4-wheeler with an ammunition belt in his hand. He was embarrassed, but relieved that John had asked him about the rifle shells. John laughed and teased Jamie that without the ammunition he would have to throw rocks at any deer that he saw. He drove the 4-wheeler to the edge of the woods, retrieved their bags of gear, and covered the machine with a camouflage cover. Jamie and John climbed the ladder up to the deer blind that had been built between 4 trees. They took two trips each to get their rifles and gear into the blind and opened up the windows. It was still dark outside and John lit the propane heater to warm up the deer blind. "How long before we can see anything?" Jamie asked excitedly. "Normally it's light enough to see horns by 7:15" John began. "With the white snow for a background, we might be able to see any deer around 7." "Then we have about 30 minutes," Jamie said. "30 minutes to drink coffee, smoke a cigar and load our rifles," John answered. "I have something better in mind!" Jamie replied. John looked at the handsome boy; he wasn't prepared for what Jamie was going to do. The boy moved close to John and leaned in to put his lips against John's. John moaned and Jamie's tongue snaked into John's mouth in a passionate French kiss. John pulled the boy close to his body and returned the kiss. Jamie had planned this for several days after he learned that John would be going hunting with him and his father. He was initially disappointed when he found out that he would be paired up with his own father, but was thrilled when he learned that John would be with him for the opening morning. He continued kissing John and then pulled down the zipper on the front of John's snowmobile suit. His hand wandered inside the warm suit until he snaked his way under John's sweat pants and into his underwear. John hadn't planned on having sex with Jamie, but this was too good to believe. His dick was hard and he loved the touch of Jamie's fingers on his hard meat. "I want to suck your dick!" Jamie blurted out. "Don't make me wait!" John had no intention of making the boy wait. He quickly opened his suit and pulled down his sweat pants and boxers to release his throbbing meat. He moaned when Jamie took the head of his cock into his mouth, and John guided the boy's head while he slid his meat in and out. He knew he wouldn't last long and warned Jamie before dumping several blasts of man cream. Jamie was in heaven! He loved John and loved sucking John's cock. Ever since John had initiated him into the world of gay sex, he had been hooked. He'd become an experienced cocksucker and loved to suck a dick and swallow the warm cum. He gulped down the special sauce and expertly pushed the remaining fluid out of John's 8 ½ inches of thick meat before John begged him to stop. John recovered from the emotions of blowing his load inside Jamie's warm mouth and quickly found Jamie's hard boy meat. He circled the knob of Jamie's cock with his tongue and took all five inches of Jamie's meat in his mouth. He rotated his head to add stimulus to the warm shaft and was quickly rewarded with three ropes of watery cum. He held the tasty liquid in his mouth to extract the unique flavor before swallowing. He stripped the remaining juice out and lapped it up before Jamie asked him to stop. "Are you ready for another blowjob?" Jamie asked John. "I love sucking your cock!" "We need to load our rifles and get dressed" John replied. "That was a great way to start our day of hunting together. Maybe later we can go for Round Two!" Jamie laughed and got dressed to warm up his body. Having his body exposed to the 20- degree weather had chilled him, and he wanted to be warm and ready if any deer came into view. He loaded his rifle and poured a cup of hot chocolate to warm up. John was thrilled that he and Jamie had shared the early morning sex. It had been almost a year since he and Jamie had gone to the Jeffries' cottage, and he wasn't sure that Jamie would still be interested in sex with an adult male. He looked out the window of the deer blind and told Jamie that it was getting light enough to start looking for deer. Jamie was excited about his first deer hunt and strained his eyes to find a deer. The snow made it easier to see, but no deer came into view. "Look through your scope," John whispered to Jamie. "The scope pulls in more light and helps you see in the dark." "I see something moving over by the edge of the cornfield!" Jamie said excitedly. "Is that a deer?" John swung his rifle around to look at the edge of the field and was surprised to see a doe walking along the edge of the woods. Several other deer came into view, but they were all does. "That's a doe!" John said. "Good job! I don't see any horns on any of them, but it's a good sign to see 8 deer so early." At 7:15, John and Jamie heard shooting in the distance. Someone on the state land had fired three shots, and they were both excited. "Three shots usually mean a miss!" John said. "One shot usually means a kill!" By 7:30, Jamie was getting restless. He had hoped for a chance to fire his rifle, but they hadn't seen anything since the does had walked into the woods. "Should we climb down and walk around in the woods?" he asked. "There's no wind and the snow will make us noisy and alert any deer to run" John replied. "Just stay quiet and I'm sure that we'll see a buck before long." Jamie wasn't convinced, but he followed John's instructions and gripped his rifle tightly to his body. He strained his eyes to find a deer, but became frustrated and still wanted to get out of the blind and go looking through the woods. At 8:30 they heard a shot that sounded close to their blind. Jamie turned to look into the direction of the shot and was shocked when he saw a deer walking through the woods. "I see a buck!" Jamie said excitedly. His voice carried through the woods and the buck turned and ran away. "SHIT!" Jamie exclaimed. "Your voice carries through the air!" John admonished. "Either whisper or just point if you see something! That shot was close, and I bet that Brad hit something! He never misses!" Jamie was frustrated, but realized that John was teaching him how to hunt effectively. He was angry with himself for scaring away the buck and felt terrible! John hugged the boy and tried to calm him down. He spoke soothing words and felt Jamie's body shaking. He suspected that the boy was crying, but he didn't acknowledge the way he was punishing himself. At 9:00 a.m., things changed dramatically for the hunting pair. John was the first to see a large buck walking along the edge of the woods at about 200 yards. He pointed in the direction of the buck and silently moved closer to Jamie. He could feel the boy quiver with excitement and very quietly gave Jamie instructions. "Wait!" John whispered. "Let him come closer! Get ready! Pull the hammer back!" Jamie did everything that John suggested, but he wanted to shoot immediately. "Take your time!" John whispered. "Control your breathing! He's getting in range! Now take a big breath, let it out and hold the crosshairs on his right shoulder! Gently squeeze the trigger but keep looking through the scope!" The woods echoed with the sound of the 32 Special turning loose the 120-grain bullet. John saw the bullet impact the right shoulder, but a little higher than he had hoped for. The large deer reared up, jumped sideways and ran into the woods. Jamie was devastated! He started crying and was cussing at the deer getting away. "Calm down!" John said. "You got him! Your shot was a little high, but I know that you hit him solid!" "He ran away!" Jamie sobbed. "I missed him! FUCK!" "You didn't miss him!" John insisted. "I've hunted for years and I know when a buck is going to die! We'll wait at least 15 minutes and then we'll go down and see if we can pick up a blood trail. I'm proud of you!" Jamie tried to choke back his tears, but he was still sure that he had missed the large deer. John hugged the boy and continued praising him for listening to his instructions. He was still comforting the boy when motion across the cornfield got his attention. "Be quiet!" John whispered to Jamie. "I see a buck on the other side of the field!" Jamie looked at the direction that John was pointing and saw the deer. He could barely see the horns because the deer was over 300 yards away, but he watched John aim the powerful rifle and release the safety. Even with the earplugs, Jamie's ears rang when John fired the 7 mm Magnum rifle. He was shocked when he saw the deer drop right where John had shot it. "He's down!" John yelled. "How can he be dead?" Jamie asked. "That's way further than mine was when I shot it, and mine ran away!" "This is a very powerful rifle" John replied. "I've dropped deer at over 400 yards before! Let's go down and ride the 4-wheeler over to see my deer and then we'll start tracking yours!" Jamie was excited to see a dead deer, but still thought that John had missed. His mood soared when they got closer to the other side of the cornfield and he could see the dead deer and the antlers. He jumped off the 4-wheeler and ran up to the deer to count the points on the antlers. "It's an 8 point!" Jamie yelled excitedly while grabbing the horns. "Don't ever run up to an animal like that!" John admonished. "You always have to make sure the deer is dead before getting close! Those antlers could kill you in a matter of seconds!" Jamie was ashamed, but he apologized to John. His own father would have hit him for being stupid, but John was very different. John was teaching him how to hunt effectively, and he so loved the special attention. "WOW!" John said when he saw the size of the rack on his buck. It was one of the biggest racks that he had ever killed, and he was thrilled. He tied a rope around the horns and tied the end to the 4-wheeler before climbing aboard. "We got mine, so now let's go find yours!" John said excitedly. When Jamie had fired his rifle, John was sure that the buck that Jamie had hit was even larger than his! He prayed that they would find the deer to make the day special for the handsome boy. "Did you see where the buck was when you shot?" John asked Jamie. Jamie was embarrassed that he didn't mark the spot where the deer was standing when he shot. He still had a lot to learn about deer hunting, but John wasn't yelling at him when he made a mistake. "He was right near that oak tree," John said. "Oak trees hold their leaves longer than the other trees, and I think that's where we'll start our tracking!" Jamie was excited and prayed that they would find his deer. He remembered that his deer had reared up and jumped sideways before running into the woods, and he was still sure that he had missed with his shot. "By the way your deer jumped up, I bet you hit him a little high in the right shoulder," John said. "A wounded deer can run a long distance if they sense that someone is chasing them. We left him alone, and I bet that he laid down in the woods." "I know that I missed him!" Jamie said. "If I had hit him, he'd be dead like yours!" "My rifle's more powerful and kicks like a mule!" John said. "When you aim for the shoulder, you either hit the deer in the heart or break his spine. Either way, he's dead!" Jamie and John got off the 4-wheeler and quickly found the spot where the deer had been standing when Jamie shot. "See the torn up ground?" John asked. "Your shot caused that! See the hair and blood? That's a great sign! I want you to keep the safety on your rifle, but you're going to be the one to track your deer! Don't step on the deer tracks or the blood!" Jamie tried to follow the tracks, but was confused when he saw that the woods were covered with deer tracks in the fresh snow. "When a deer's wounded, it usually goes in a straight line," John said. "Go back to the last place where you saw blood!" He watched Jamie follow his instructions and was proud of the young teen. "Now can you see the direction that your deer was running?" Jamie started walking in the direction that he guessed was a straight line. He followed John's instructions and walked slowly and tried to be silent in the woods. He was looking down at the tracks in the snow and got excited when he found more blood. John was an experienced hunter and was confident that he and Jamie would find the buck. He could have taken the lead, but he wanted the boy to learn how to track a wounded animal. John looked into the woods and saw a brown object. He was thrilled and knew that it was Jamie's deer, but he didn't want to alert the boy. He continued giving Jamie instructions on how to follow the blood trail and waited for the boy to find the buck. Jamie was excited that he was seeing more blood. He carefully walked into the woods and screamed with joy when he saw his deer on the ground by a pine tree. "THERE HE IS!" Jamie screamed. "Is he dead?" "You tell me!" John replied. "Find a stick and poke him in the rump! Stay away from his horns!" Jamie thought he would pass out from excitement when he saw the huge rack on his buck! He poked the deer with a stick and was sure it was dead before he poked it again in the head. "HE'S GOT 12 POINTS!" Jamie screamed. "MY GOD IT'S HUGE!" John said when he saw the rack on the dead deer. Jamie had bagged a trophy class buck on his first day of deer hunting, and John was thrilled that he had witnessed it! John and Jamie put their rifles against a downed tree and hugged and shared "high fives". "I've never killed a deer this big!" John exclaimed. "You did fantastic! I'm proud of you!" Jamie had tears of joy flowing down his face while he accepted the praise from his special friend. He tried to choke back his tears, but John just hugged him and shared in the excitement. John pulled out his digital camera and told Jamie to wipe his face and pose next to the dead deer with his rifle. He took several pictures and laughed at the way Jamie was smiling! If the boy's smile were any larger, it would have broken his face! "Go back and untie my LITTLE deer from the 4-wheeler!" John joked. "If you can't untie the rope, cut it and drive the 4-wheeler over here so we can drag your HUGE deer out of the woods!" Jamie was thrilled that John would trust him to drive the 4-wheeler. He had driven a 4- wheeler before, but only on the grass in the backyard of his home. Now he was being treated like an adult, and he was shaking with excitement. Brad Martin had heard the gunshots, but wasn't sure that John and Jamie were the ones who fired. He had gutted his six-point buck and was ready to brag to everyone at the camp when they saw it. Jamie was thrilled that he drove the 4-wheeler through the woods and up to his dead deer. He was proud of his driving skills and soaked up the praise from John. John let Jamie do everything. The boy was excited, but listened to John about how to tie up the deer to drag it out of the woods. John taught Jamie how to tie a Bolen's knot at both ends of the rope and walked alongside the 4-wheeler with Jamie driving. Jamie ran over a few small trees, but was proud that he got his deer out of the woods and next to John's. "Jeez, my deer could eat yours!" Jamie teased. "My deer's huge, but yours is COLLOSAL!" John said. "Now you can watch me gut my deer and then you can do yours!" Jamie didn't like the sight of blood, but he was determined to do everything that was expected of a deer hunter. He watched John put on the long plastic gloves that went up to the shoulders and then slip on the surgical gloves over the plastic. He watched carefully while John field dressed the dead deer in less than 10 minutes. "Now it's your turn!" John said after he finished with his work. He hoped that Jamie would field dress his own deer and was proud when he saw Jamie getting his own gloves on. It took close to 30 minutes for the boy to finish, but John praised him for following his directions. "Get the jugs of water," John said. "I'll hold my deer up while you pour the water inside to wash out the body cavity!" Jamie did everything that John told him, and when they were finished, they took off the protective gloves and admired their trophies. "I'm never taking you hunting again!" John exclaimed. "What did I do wrong?" Jamie asked. He was devastated that he had messed up and was ready to beg John to forgive him. "I'm not going to take you again because you got a bigger deer than I did!" John teased. "Wait till your dad and Brad see what you nailed! They'll be jealous as hell!" Jamie's emotions soared when he realized that John was teasing him. He couldn't wait to show his father what he had bagged, and was thrilled when John let him drive the 4- wheeler back to the cabin. When they got close, they saw that Brad had parked his 4- wheeler outside the cabin, and a six-point buck was tied to the back. Brad and Tom heard the 4-wheeler drive up and were surprised to see Jamie driving. "I GOT A HUGE BUCK!" Jamie screamed with joy. "HOLY FUCK!" Tom exclaimed when he saw the two large bucks tied to the back of the 4-wheeler. "DID YOU GET THE BIG ONE?" "He sure did!" John replied. "Our novice hunter bagged a real trophy on his first day of deer hunting!" Tom hugged his son and showered Jamie with praise. He listened to Jamie describe every event of the morning hunt, and saw the joy in his son's face. Jamie was wound up and never stopped talking while the men admired his trophy. It was the best day of his life, mainly because his father kept telling him how proud he was of him. "It's not noon yet, but I think we need to celebrate!" Brad said. "Let's get these deer hanging on the buck pole and have a toast to our fantastic young hunter!" Tom was excited and found his digital camera to take several pictures of the happy hunters and the three dead deer. He refused to drink the glass of Canadian Club whiskey, only because he was going out hunting himself after getting his business problem handled. He drank ginger ale and promised that he would celebrate with his hunting buddies after he bagged his own deer. "Go back to our blind!" Jamie suggested. He wanted his father to kill a deer too, but silently hoped that no one would get one larger than his. He was thrilled when Brad handed him the shot glass of whiskey and the boy threw it down like John and Brad. The strong liquid burned his mouth and throat, and he choked! "How could anyone enjoy this crap?" He thought. He coughed and gagged, but then joined the men in laughing. John and Brad got cleaned up and then started making beef stew for the evening meal. The happy hunters ate ham sandwiches and chicken soup and waited for Tom to return. They all hoped that Tom would get lucky too, and talked about their success. Jamie kept repeating his tale of his first hunt, and soon the story was getting embellished. He was now saying that he knew that he had killed the deer, and was confident that he would be able to track it in the woods. John just smiled and savored the happy time with the handsome boy. The day had been perfect! He had traded blowjobs with the cute teen and then they had both killed trophy deer! The only thing that could make the day better would be for Brad to leave so he could fuck Jamie's perfect ass! "I'm going to run over to Derek's cabin and see how they did," Brad said to John and Jamie. "I forgot to get some rolls for the beef stew, so I'll drive to town and hit the bakery. I'll be back in about an hour! Let's hope that Tom gets a shot before it gets dark!" John and Jamie tried to hide their excitement about being alone in the cabin. They would hear Brad's truck when he returned, and would also hear the 4-wheeler if Tom came back. They waited for Brad to leave before they both grabbed each other and headed for the nearest bed. "FUCK ME!" Jamie screamed while John was pulling off his jeans. He knew that this would be the only chance that they would have for more sex, and he was horny! When they were both naked, John went down on Jamie's cock and sucked the boy to a crashing orgasm. He gulped down the watery liquid and loved the taste! He didn't waste any time in putting saliva on the head of his cock and aiming for the puckered hole of the young teen. Jamie moaned in pleasure when he felt John's cock pop inside his tight hole. He wrapped his legs around John's body and pulled the cock deeper inside his body. He loved being fucked and fought back the pain and pressure to encourage John to start thrusting. John had dreamed about fucking Jamie, but never dreamed that his fantasy would be realized. He started with slow, deliberate strokes, but quickly surrendered to his passion and started hammering in and out of the gripping hole. He leaned down and kissed Jamie and matched the thrusts of his tongue with the thrusts of his cock. He lost all control and fucked Jamie harder than he had ever fucked another male! His passion exploded, and he flooded the boy's rectum with no less than six blasts of cream. He collapsed on top of Jamie and felt his cock throbbing inside the tight hole. "That was the best fuck I ever had!" Jamie exclaimed when John finally pulled his cock out of his ass. He looked down at his own belly and was surprised to see that he had shot his own load of cum during the fantastic fuck! John saw the fresh boy cum and leaned down to lick it all up. He loved the taste of boy juice and didn't want to waste a drop! When he was sure that he had slurped up every drop, he collapsed back on the bed. Jamie felt the semen flowing out of his freshly fucked hole and grabbed a sock to stop the juice. He jumped out of the bed and ran for the bathroom to release some trapped air and the rest of John's passion pudding. His ass was burning, but he loved it! He hadn't been fucked since the time at the cottage with John, and he was in heaven! John joined Jamie in the bathroom to wash off his cock and balls. Normally he liked to have his partner flush out their solid waste to make the sex more enjoyable, but passion had made that impossible. The two lovers were dressed and had the table set for the evening meal when they heard the sound of the 4-wheeler. They both ran outside to see if Tom had bagged a deer. It was almost 5:30 and it was getting dark when they saw the headlights of the 4-wheeler. "I got a six-point!" Tom yelled. He had just shot the buck and decided to head back to the cabin before it got dark. He secretly hoped that John or Brad would gut his deer. He didn't like the blood and smell, but didn't want to admit it to his own son. "You forgot to gut it!" John exclaimed. "I didn't remember my flashlight, so I wanted to get back here to gut it!" Tom lied. John had hunted for years with Brad and Tom, and knew that Tom would be nauseated if he gutted his own deer. He decided to rescue his friend and said, "Get inside and get warm! Jamie and I'll haul your deer over to the field and get it ready for the buck pole. Congratulations! It's bigger than Brad's six-point!" Jamie was in heaven! All four hunters had bagged a buck, but his was the biggest! He couldn't wait to brag to his friends about his expertise in deer hunting! Tom was relieved and just nodded at John. He knew that his friend was letting him slide on the lie, and welcomed the opportunity to get inside in front of the fire to warm up. Brad returned just in time to help John and Jamie hoist the latest kill up on the buck pole. He was thrilled that his friends had all scored on opening day, and he promised to mount all four deer heads. John knew that Brad owned Elite Taxidermy, but he felt guilty about his buddy mounting his deer for free. Brad knew that John was having financial difficulties, and suspected that Tom was getting in too deep with his latest construction project. He loved his friends and said that the mounts would take several months to complete, and they would be Christmas gifts to the successful hunters. During the evening meal, Jamie entertained everyone with his constant recounting of his hunting skills. It was the best day of his life, and he wanted it to last forever! "This was a fantastic day!" Tom said. "I got my problems fixed in time to get out and bag a buck, and my son made me proud with his trophy!" John was thrilled that Tom was praising Jamie. It was the first time in years that he could remember Tom giving Jamie any positive comments. "The assholes in the state land will drive all of the deer onto my property," Brad said. "Let's relax and go out tomorrow afternoon and see if we can fill our doe permits." Jamie was excited about another chance to hunt with John, but was afraid that his father would want to go with him. He was relieved when John suggested that they keep the same partners for the next day of hunting, and his father had agreed. Before the hunters left the camp, they had each taken two deer. Brad had a friend who had offered to trade processing all of the venison for one doe and a free mount of a buck. The hunting adventure would be savored for many years by all three men and one VERY happy boy! Stay tuned!!! Feedback is appreciated to Jacob_latson@hotmail.com