From: Misterioso Subject: Deerhunt (m/b) Date: Mon, 26 May 1997 21:23:31 +0000 This is about man/boy sex and should only be read where officially permitted by law and by those old enuf to legally read it. So there. ---------------- DEERHUNT DEER HUNTING IN THE MID-WEST from "Straight to Hell" #52 I grew up during the 1950's. I never had any sex education, formal or informal. Maybe my friends were closet jack offers, but no one ever discussed sex when I was in 7th or 8th grade. There were a few so-called dirty jokes, but I laughed because the other guys laughed. I didn't really understand what they meant. I lived with my folks in a small town in central Wisconsin, mostly rural, 10,000 or so population. Sports and hunting were big things with fathers and sons. My dad was active in many civic groups and so we camped, fished, and hunted with other guys and their fathers. When I was about 13 I thought something was wrong because I'd get a little hard every once in a while. It was very embarrassing in school when the teacher called on you to stand and you'd crouch over or use a book to cover up the little bulge in your pants. I'm mentioning this because I didn't know what an erection was or that it led to ejaculation. Also I never learned a thing about my body sexually until I was older. However I did learn about sex from a good friend of my dad's, and this is what happened. In November we always went deer hunting. My dad and his friend, Doctor John (that's what I called him) would go up to our cabin before deer hunting season opened to get ready for the first kill of opening day. My dad was taking me hunting for the first time and like every 13-year-old I was excited. I was also excited because I went out for basketball at my junior high and I made the team. Before I could play ball, I needed a thorough physical exam. I never had one and I was totally naive about what went on with the exam except that I knew that you did it without clothes on. Doctor John was our family doctor and he was to give me the physical. Unfortunately Dr. John couldn't do it that weekend because of the hunting season. Being a family friend, he suggested to my dad that I could get my physical taken care of at the cabin and we would still be able to go hunting. My dad told me that everything was set and Dr. John would examine me there. Dr. John was an outdoor man, very athletic, trim waisted, light brown hair, early 30's in age, the kind of guy you notice when he walks in a room. He had a wife and two kids, but the kids were too young to take hunting. He was like a big brother to me. We were all set to go hunting Thursday when my dad said I'd have to go with Dr. John because he had a business appointment. But my dad would be there Friday night or Saturday morning for opening day. I didn't mind because I always had fun with Dr. John. He picked me up after school, Mom packed my clothes, and we drove to the cabin. When we got there, we unpacked, ate supper, and talked all evening. He asked me about school and the topic got around to basketball. I told him that I was happy about making the team, and he asked me if my father had told me about the physical I needed. I told him that dad said I'd have it there at the cabin on the weekend so I could play ball next week. Dr. John said we might not have time once my father arrived since we'd be hunting, so why not get it out of the way that night. I said okay. He asked me if I brought a robe with me. Since I didn't have one, he said that I should go into the bedroom and undress. He said to call him when I was ready. I must have looked a little nervous, he suggested I use a towel in place of a robe. I got undressed, wrapped the towel around me, and called Dr. John. I felt very aware of being naked under the towel. I didn't know what to expect from the physical. He came in and told me to sit on the bed. He sat down next to me and started to move his hand over my chest, throat, arms, legs. He was very at ease, talking about basketball, and I wasn't saying much. I felt nervous, wondering if he was going to have me take off the towel. I could feel my cock get a little hard, the more I tried to get my mind off of it, the harder it got. I worried that he'd see it, that maybe I had a medical problem. Finally I turned my back to him so he could tap my back and listen. As he got to my lower back, he pulled the towel down over my hips. Then he asked me to turn toward him and take the towel off. It wasn't easy, but I dropped the towel. He just continued to examine me with my hard-on showing. He had me move and lie back. My cock was up and he certainly couldn't overlook it. Dr. John said to relax, that it happens to all of us. He felt around my lower abdomen but seemed to have no reaction to my erection. He remained on the edge of the bed while I stood in front of him. His hands moved to my balls and inner legs. He pushed and stroked me, but I thought this was something I had to put up with as part of the physical. It was a new experience being touched there and I liked it. His hands moved under my crotch, over my balls, brushing my thighs and pressing into my groin. I realize now that Dr. John knew how naive I was because I didn't protest when he started squeezing my balls and feeling of my cock. He asked me if I had ever had an erection before. I said that it had been happening off and on lately. He said that it wasn't uncommon for someone my age and that I might as well have it examined thoroughly. He said that he was going to give me a check-up just to be on the safe side. He told me to stand still and face him, then he felt my cock. He held it and moved it in his hand slowly. His grip was firm. I watched while he stroked me. As he worked his hand on my cock, I started to feel something inside and before I knew it I shot a load onto his hand. He kept pumping me and told me I'd passed the test. He patted me on the rear end and I must have looked surprised because I didn't know what all that sticky stuff was. He told me that every man has it in him. He started asking me about girls, and if I had any knowledge of sex from school. I said no, that I didn't understand what had just happened but I liked it. I felt comfortable sitting there nude with him. He said that a guy should feel good about his body, and he asked if what he'd done to me felt good. I told him it didn't feel that bad. He said maybe it was time for me to learn more. He sat me down on the bed and gave me the plumbing explanation of sex, but he stressed that it should be enjoyed. While talking to me, he started to rub my back, chest and stomach. He took my cock in his hand again. I was fully hard. He played with my cock and balls until I shot. He helped me clean up. He suggested that we hit the sack early. It didn't take much coaxing to get me to bed early. He said that he wanted me to learn a few things. I went to the bathroom and put on my pajamas. When I came out, he laughed and told me to get into bed while he went to the bathroom to get ready. When he came back it was the first time I'd seen him without all his clothes. He had taken off his shirt, shoes, and socks. He was in great physical shape, trim and lightly muscled. He turned the lights off and called me over to him. It wasn't totally dark because of the bright moon light. He held me, his hands brushing all over me, then unbuttoning my pajama top. One hand pinched a nipple as the other felt my behind. I felt myself getting hard. I pushed myself against his grabbing hands. He pulled my pajama bottoms off and pushed me backwards till I fell onto the bed. Then he climbed on top of me and held me down while he worked his hands up and down my body, feeling my inner thighs until he grabbed my cock and started stroking it. He didn't stay with one activity, he was roaming over me, moaning and talking to me throughout. I was feeling him too. Then he went down to my neck and chest and gave me some wet kisses and licks. He licked my tits and I remember jumping because I was feeling so excited. He just licked me around the tits, the stomach, around my thighs, then he swallowed my cock. I writhed around. I can remember the wild feeling because it seemed like he had eaten my cock off. He sucked harder and harder, and I bucked up off the bed. He never let go, he stuck his finger in my rear and fingered me. He kept sucking and fingering me until I came again. After a long time, he released me and he was still like an animal in heat. He was panting and groaning, it was something I'd never seen in him. Then he undid his pants and grabbed my hand and stuck it in his shorts. I didn't know what to do, and he didn't tell me, just kept moving my hand inside his shorts. He held his hand on mine so I wouldn't let go. I got the idea and instinctively I started feeling him. He was whimpering. He took off his jockeys and changed positions. He was sort of on his back, but he was propped up slightly. He raised one leg so I'd be able to feel and play with him. I was sitting at his waist. He just told me to enjoy myself, and I was, feeling everything, his balls, his big cock, and his sweaty bush. His dick was leaking, and he took some of it on his hand and smeared it on my face and chest. As I felt his cock it jerked in my hand. I couldn't believe how big it was, long and thick. It was so hard and arched out at an angle. He would contract his muscles to make it flex. He gently pushed on the back of my head and I went down and nibbled on the head and this wet stuff kept dripping out. I licked it off, then the head went in my mouth. I loved the taste and lay there on my side nursing like a puppy. He said that he wanted to try other things. He pulled me on top of him. I sat between his legs while he was in a spread eagle position. He grabbed our cocks and he played with them together. I couldn't do much except feel his big cock rubbing up and around mine. I remember how wet everything was. He was dripping and rubbing it around. After playing with our dicks together, he pushed me back and got onto my chest. He didn't sit on me, but he spread his legs and crouched over me. He humped over me so that his cock was brushing over my chest. He leaned down and put his tongue in my mouth. He wet kissed me and started stroking his cock against me. He went for my hand and put it on his cock. I played with it and held on as he stroked my chest. He reached down and grabbed my cock. He started humping faster and I could feel his cock get hotter and bigger. Without any warning he pushed forward and started moaning, then I had cum all over my chest, face, and hair. He kept pumping and I was holding on as best as I could. I was amazed. After he came, he went back to feeling me and I was feeling him, and it just kept on and on. Later we rested, but we tried it again that night until we were both exhausted. Late that night or early the next morning he tried a little bit of ass eating with me. It was too ticklish for me. He had me sit over him while his tongue went in my hole and he blew air and licked. He shoved his mouth and nose into my ass and ate me out. I came all over his hands. When morning came, we hadn't had much rest. My dad got to the cabin Saturday morning. I was beat. He didn't stay all weekend, so Dr. John and I had a chance to repeat the fun we had the night before. He was the best thing I had going in high school. I did a lot of yard work for him. When his wife was gone for an hour or so, we'd go at it. We spent many fun times together. My friendship with him today is almost sex-free, but I have had a few passing experiences with him. END Download complete. 11826 bytes transferred.