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Hunting Season- Part 2


If you Wanna Tag a Bear, Don't Hunt in a Parking Garage

While water parks are great hunting grounds and very fertile environments for the quick pluck n' fuck, I find resorts and vacation areas on the beaches to be a "next level" kind of hunt. Having a base camp to work out of can turn a simple rushed touchy touchy session into an afternoon or evening full of hot, wet, and slow sexploration. I have a few specific spots that I like to frequent during hunting season mostly in the south of Florida. For this story, we will focus our attention on a nice family resort in the Florida Keys. It's name is of no real importance; just know that it is very expensive, very exclusive and just the right atmosphere for my kind of hunt.

This type of resort caters to the wealthy and offers two critical features for their clientele, #1 Pampering and #2 Privacy. They want service without hassles and for the help to mind their own business. This arrangement is the premier breeding ground for all manner of seedy behavior and goings on. From illegal drugs and prostitution to gambling and questionable sporting practices, this resort caters to them all in a very upfront and complication free way. It is without a doubt a perfect preserve for which to hunt.

I secured my usual cabana by the pool area with an adjacent entrance to the boardwalk leading to the beach. This way, I was perfectly positioned to stalk the younglings in the family pool while tracking the older game heading off to the dunes. It wasn't long before several prospective targets were noted. I would save most for later as I fixed my sights on a particular animal that caught my eye and stirred my trigger. He was a nice and thick boy, not fat mind you although I have nothing against larger prey (I'll get into that later) but rather he was beginning to fill out in all the right places. You'll have to just accept it and move on if you are going to continue following my exploits...I do not like skinny, malnourished looking boys. I get from reading several stories from european writers that thin and frail looking sport is all the rage across the pond but to be completely honest, if I'm holding a boy I intend to have sex with... a little firmness is one thing but I don't want to ever reach out and grab a skeleton wrapped in skin! I admit, my country has truly struggled with childhood obesity...but there is a big difference between a good old fashion stocky, beefy boy and a 400lb 6yr old.

No this boy was just perfect...right at the top of my age of interest at what looked to be a healthy 12 or early 13. Dirty blonde hair, shaggy to just past the eyes and a nice tan torso made this hunt particularly attractive. His horribly long board shorts did nothing to show off his most prized attributes but did offer up two very fit legs ; he had the look of an athlete.

He was having what I assumed was a heated "discussion" with a grandparent looking person over by the Tattoo kiosk-resorts like these always have stuff for the tourists like face painting, henna tattooing, hair braiding...you know what I mean. The boy had already received a sizable henna tat of some mildly intricate tribal styling on both shoulders, his chest and stomach; at a hefty cost i'm sure. I noticed that he had one side of his swimsuit pulled slightly downward exposing his not so tanned hip and I could only assume that he wanted the artwork to descend below his pant line. Interesting, I thought. The argument went on for a little while in that style only the wealthy pull off...you know, the suppressed through the teeth sort of whisper fight so as not to arouse too much public interest. I knew what was up though and saw it as my opportunity to make my first move.

Now, anyone who gets art like that done, whether real or just henna is trying to make a statement, and at that, a very loud one. Subtlety would not do here... no, this animal would require a direct and swift hunt. I waited for the pair to finish their discord and then followed the young rebel to the pool bar, settling up beside him. Before I spoke I took a moment to savor him. He smelled of coconut shampoo and a mixture of warmed up boy and the protective lotion the artist had applied over his newly done henna. His skin radiated a kind of lustful heat and I felt an all too familiar surge of blood in my weapon. Damn the torpedoes, I thought to myself...just take him right here on the bar! How I would love to drink rum from the small of his back, squeeze lime on his luscious nipples and fill his mouth full of Corona before locking our lips together and sharing the tangy boldness. Have my hunt bent over a bar stool in a shameful display of lust and carnal aggression as I sank all of me into his hungry hole; filling him...exhausting his tiny muscle more and more with each growl matched thrust. His own screams of lust and pleasure would drown out the gasps of the onlookers as I invaded and abused his plump young ass. Sweat would pour from our bodies as we both reached climax...his creaming out of the youthful cock smashed between his frame and the bar stool, and mine spewing out of the adult version buried deep in his tight orifice, squishing and oozing around until in unison with my last scream and pump I would rip my cock from his ass making a foul, wet sounding belch as a rope of cum once attached to my spent meat flung grotesquely into the air, splattering across a small girls face. She would giggle as she licked up our sex cocktail as her hand unabashedly made its way to her young, bikini clad cunt, slowly opening for a young finger's innocent passage.

Reality's a bitch though so I opt to order my beer and commence with the deal making. I tell him how hot his "ink" looks and ask if the old man he was arguing with is family and whether or not he was gonna just go along with the authority's call or say fuck it and grab the bull by the cock and make it happen the way he wanted. My body is right up against his and our heat mixes wildly. You might think that I'd choose to play it more coy with this young buck but you'd be wrong, and would once again be going home without the smell of boy cunt on your breath. He begins to give a moody teen retort but cuts it short when he looks up and over my decidedly larger and well formed body. My eyes tell a very clear tale and my intentions are unmistakable. Even if this kid is the straightest, god fearing prude in the world he will not be able to deny the primal display and the intensifying urges in his young body.

I explain that I used to be a tattoo artist and am very familiar with the henna medium and offer to finish the job if he's willing to put aside being a little bitch and act like he has cum in his sac. He looks over my own assortment of ink and comes to the conclusion that at least I know my way around body art. My challenge however leaves him little time and a clear lack of room to squirm as he struggles between the knowledge of what I have in mind and not wanting to appear weak (an Achille's Heel for most all young teens). I give him a half grin and a 'what's it gonna be kid?' and I know in that instant that I've bagged the little beast.

A quick exchange with the kiosk operator and he's done for the day leaving me ample supplies to tag my hunt. My catch and I leave for my cabana and while I can see he's got fear in his eyes, there's also an unmistakable look of anarchy-laden teen pride. I get him inside and lead him to the private balcony where there's already a massage table setup for guest services. I grab an icy beer from the balcony bar and sit down in an overstuffed chair. He looks confused at first then a little apprehensive as I order him to remove his board shorts so that I can better understand my canvas. I give the command once more and give him a stern warning not to make me have to repeat myself again. He complies and loosens the bright white string before shoving his shorts to a clump at his feet. He stands up and out of his shorts and I get my first full body drink of his hot young form. He's stunning. The stark contrast between the tanned skin of his torso and his mid section causes his youthful package to glare obscenely. He's got no hair to speak of at the base of his stalk, but the clear tonal difference indicates that perhaps he shaved whatever growth he had in preparation for the new artwork. I'm thrilled with his cock as it hangs about 3 inches soft, nicely brushing against a firm set of boy balls when he shifts. He's cut, thank god, and his wrinkled flesh is ample and plump. His skin is pale white from lack of solar contact but his cock has a nice gradient that starts pink at the base and ends in an angry red at the head. At first I think I'm mistaken but upon further inspection there is a nice clear bubble forming at his slit and my mouth begins to water.

I have him lay down on the table and prepare the henna paste and applicators. I use a sharpie to trace my own design on his tender skin. Coming off the already well done work of the poolside artist, I make bold flares and slick curves tracing down his stomach and ending in an aggressive half moon outlining the base of his meat. My hands are unashamedly all over his hot body and I make no attempt to excuse my handling of his cock as I use it as an anchor while tracing around his pelvic area. I give him a slight rebuff as his breathing becomes erratic making his body stir hampering the tracing process. His face is red and the shade matches that of his now rigid prick, still firmly gripped in my hand. I'm pleasantly surprised again as I hold on to a very plump 6 inches of boy cock. Mmmm...I love early bloomers and I truly adore a fat dick on a boy. I fight to keep my focus. I want to get his art done before we get down to heavier business. He's still nervous. I don't know if he wants it, or if he fears even the idea of what's to come, but I know this...he's going to get it. When I finish tracing I release his engorged cock and watch it wag like a reed in the wind. It beats in time with his heart and betrays his sinful, lusting mind. I now know that he doesn't just want it...he needs it and he is just becoming more and more overwhelmed by the whole scenario. I can help him. I light up a joint and take a deep toke. I lower my face to his and exhale deeply into his young lungs as our lips scrape. He's done this before...well maybe not this exactly but he's no stranger to the herb. He coughs a little as he releases the smoke and within seconds I can see his eyes relax and his body begin to calm. Another drag and another pass but this time our lips stay together and I get my first taste of his tongue. Mmmm, slippery and strong he lets go of inhibition and moves the dance into my mouth. Hot indeed. I pull away and grab a towel from the side of the table, gently patting his now moist skin so that my canvas is pure.

The henna application takes time but not too long and when finished I help him up and walk him over to the full length mirror in the bedroom. He stands before it a god, painted for war and ready to be branded a man. He;s locked onto his form and doesn't even notice me slipping out of my clothes. I'm behind him now, my dripping cock smearing across his fleshy mounds. I'm not hard, not at all...that's his job. I spin him around and apply enough pressure to his shoulders that he gets the hint and lowers to his knees. I don't need to instruct him, he knows what to do and my flaccid meat disappears into his mouth and throat. I love growing inside a boy like this. He grabs my hips for balance and proceeds to bring me to full mast. Nice form....just enough tongue, no teeth and an ample supply of hot saliva to coat my now fully grown cock. He doesn't seem to struggle getting me down his throat and I make a mental note to ask him who trained him. He makes an attempt to move a hand down to give his own prick attention and I swat it away. I explain that he can't risk smearing the henna and he nods his understanding. His throat is amazing and I contemplate how long I will be able to throat him until I blow. I do not want to do it this way.

I pull out briefly and my cock slaps him in the face as I turn to grab my leather bag from the table by the door. I love the sight of a boy whose been giving head. His face is smeared with a combination of sweat, saliva and my juices and his lips are swollen and red. I free a small vile from my bag and unscrew the cap. I use the squeeze topper and lets five healthy drops of cannabis oil fall to my heavy cock. He smiles. My cock slides easily back into his throat and he moans deeply. His intense use of his tongue results in the oil pooling below it and rapidly entering his glands. The high is almost instant, deep and refreshing. His throat opens wider and my meat travels in and out with ease. If you've ever gotten high via oil on your cock you know how intense it can be. I throw my head back and do nothing to fight the waves of herb induced pleasure coarse through my body, mind and soul.

It's time. I lead him to the bed and have him lay down on his back so as not to ruin the still drying paste. I pick up his lower body and wedge two pillows underneath him as I hand him his legs to hold on to. I heave him and the pillows in one motion to the edge of the bed and stare at his wet hole. He didn't bother to shave here and the slight ring of brown hairs circling his opening, while not preferred, do nothing to diminish my lust. I dive in and breathe his scent in deeply; hot with a slight boy musk...I'm not possessed. I waste no time with the soft kisses and gently tongue tracing I would afford a smaller boy who I was gently welcoming into the world of ass play, no, this boy would receive no quarter for his youth. I gnawed at his wrinkled flesh and jabbed my tongue inside. He screamed and squeezed his ankles resulting in the clear formation of reddening of the skin below. He eventually relaxed and his hole spread for me. I rose and lined my throbbing tool at his wet, red lips. I entered him in a single thrust and his face screwed up and his mouth shot open yet he produce no sound. I let my full length rest in him as I looked for the signs that he was calming down and becoming more physically agreeable to my invasion. His muscles had slammed down so hard on my cock I literally thought that if I move his body would peel the meat right off the bone. His breathing returned to a normal level of intensity and I took it as my sign to proceed. His muscles released somewhat, at least enough to move in and out of his sweet ass and I picked up my pace. He found his voice again and cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. In time I knew he had passed over the threshold and was now experiencing only pleasure when he began raising his hips to meet my thrusts and gyrating his plump ass. He then did something that I had seen other boys do in the past...he let go of his legs and let them spread out to his sides as far as he could before slowly bringing them back up perpendicular to his body. He continued to do this as I worked his ass. I can only imagine what it was doing for him as I felt the changes in direction of his cunt stretching brought me over the edge. I coated his insides with my load and my whole being shook in orgasm. As my seed filled his body I saw a look come across his face that I absolutely love....it is the look that unmistakeably says 'he just did me like a woman, he put his stuff in me'. That shit drives me wild and always gets a bonus volley of hot spunk out of my big balls.

I lowered myself between his legs and elicited another deep growl as I took him all the way into my throat. There is nothing more sublime than a fat cock on a young boy. Thick meat is expected from a grown man but when your mouth gets filled with the fullness of a prick that is well advanced for the body it is attached to... it is heavenly. His body rolled as I massaged his cock in my throat and his balls quickly pulled up letting me know he was getting ready to pop. I pulled of and stroked him slowly as I contemplated his beautiful penis. He was stoned and drunk on sex at the same time and the mixture resulted in an irresistible aphrodisiac. I had to have him inside me. I had to feel that fat prick of his rub the inner walls of my ass. I crawled up quickly and straddled his impressive tool. Fuck lube, I thought and slammed him inside of me. I held my big cock and balls up so that they wouldn't smear his henna as I rode him. He growled and moaned and at one point tried to speak but nothing logical came forth. I'm not a natural bottom but when I do take one in the cunt I make sure I use all of my muscles to massage and tease a cock into ecstasy. My own pussy was quivering with each thrust and release and I felt a prostate ejaculation coming on quickly. I told him to bring his hands up to the head of my drooling cock and to make a bowl to catch my load. I told him not to touch my prick as I wanted to enjoy the mind numbing pleasure of a hands free pussy cum. With two more deep thrusts down and up again I filled his hands with another hot load. I was surprised by the quantity as I had just seeded him but apparently the tension my prostate was under yielded another big cum. What he did next both shocked and excited me. He brought his hands up to his face and instead of drinking my load as I had suggested he proceeded to wipe it all over his face, smearing my juice into his skin and his hair. He was violently panting at this point and I felt the all to familiar swelling of a cockhead in my ass and knew he was spilling his young offering into me.

When I got off him his body was still shaking from what I surmised was the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced in his young life. I lay down next to him and just watched his body work through the whole experience and the aftermath of so many enveloping sensations and emotions. When he regained his composure he turned over and stared me in the eyes just before he threw himself on top of me and slammed his mouth into mine locking our tongues in a hot and explosive embrace. We kissed for what seemed like hours before he broke the kiss and sat up mashing my soft cock between his plump cheeks. Fortunately the henna had dried and his tats looked amazing. We got out of the bed and despite the long session lying in each others arms he was still weak legged. I helped him to the shower and we cleaned off our mess and I tended to the henna. Once out and dried off I had him pose for at least 200 pictures including a series of him jacking off to another climax and him using his mouth to bring forth what could only be described as a 'dry cum' from my empty balls.

I sent him on his way with his shorts in hand and a towel wrapped around his waste. He made his way back to the pool area where his grandfather shot to his feet as soon as he saw him. My sweet hunt turned around to me and with a smile dropped his only coverage and walked naked as the day he was born right passed his stunned guardian and onto the path to the set of cabanas they were staying in.

Just as he disappeared from sight, my cell rang and I was jolted back to reality. On the other end was a man name Marcus who proceeded to fill me in on a most interesting proposition.

To be continued...stay tuned.

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