Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2003 19:17:17 -0500 From: Steve Pelletier Subject: Hunting Camp Chapter One Hunting Camp (incest, M/M, M/t) Warning: Except as noted, the following story is a work of fiction. It is a fantasy. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains sex between men, teenaged boys and/or between a man and a teenage boy or boys. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and little children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, leave now. If this kind of story turns you off, leave now. The author retains the copyright for this story. Placing this story on a commercial web site without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. Comments to under14k9@hotmail.com, pro and con and constructive, will be gratefully received and acknowledged, if possible. Flamers will be ignored. This is my first attempt at writing for other people. I will let you, the reader, decide if it is "fiction" or the memories of a middle age man. I hope you enjoy it. Chapter One It was one of those days that made you sure winter was coming. Early November was the pits for me. What was, just days ago, natures bouquet had now turned brown and was rapidly falling to the ground. Just a little too warm for a jacket, but too cold to spend much time outside without one. I hate this time of year because it seems like everything is dying and the world is ending. I don't know why I feel that way but it just seems like it to me. The only consolation I had was my walks in the woods. It was there that I realized that everything was just going to sleep for a while. Coming back into the house I shouted "Dad, I'm back". I headed to the kitchen for a tall glass of my favorite drink, Diet Coke with lemon. As I closed the fridge door, Dad walked into the kitchen from his office, which was just off the kitchen. I don't know why he had it there. Guess it was easier than remodeling and gave him quicker access to his cold beer. "How was your walk son?" He knew I had been thinking about some stuff that was going through my head and walking was one of the things I did to help settle things in my mind. The mind of a 14yo boy, in the throes of puberty, can be a very erratic thing. I was having a growth spurt and now stood 5'10" tall with wavy brown hair that was almost black. My eyes changed from hazel to green depending on my mood or what I was thinking about. I had noticed lately that when I had those tingly feelings in my crotch that my eyes were always green. And that day in the bathroom, as I was getting ready to shower, and noticed that the hair down there was getting pretty thick was one of the best in my life. I know, I know, it was just a little patch above my growing penis but I was very proud of it. I looked up at Dad and there must have been a funny expression on my face because he asked if I was ok. I told him I was. He had this look on his face that told me once again that he loved me. I never ever doubted his love for me and loved him more than anything. He was all I had. I never could figure out why Mom had left us. I guess I was too young to understand when it happened and now Dad didn't seem too interested in talking about it. Oh sure, he would answer a question about it if I asked, but he never elaborated. Just a quick answer then it seemed like end of story. I didn't really care anyway because, our lives together was perfect. At least compared to the other guys at school, my life with Dad seemed perfect. "You had this look on your face like you were a lost boy or something." Dad replied. "Nah, just thinking about some stuff." Dad asked if I wanted to talk about it and I told him I didn't. "You know son, you can talk to me about anything that's on your mind." "I know Dad. Just thinking, that's all." He seemed to understand more about me than I had realized. He dropped the subject and asked what I wanted for dinner. He walked to the fridge and opened the door starting to take stuff out. Can we just have a burger and some Tater Tots tonight Dad? Something easy? I'm tired and just want to veg and listen to some music. He looked at me and said that was fine but I still had to clean the kitchen after dinner. I knew that was coming and had planned on it anyway. It didn't do me much good to try and get out of it because he always won when it came to that discussion. He grabbed a pan, clicked on the oven, and pulled the burgers out of the freezer. Go start the grill son, he said. I walked out on the patio and looked up at the sky, pocked with stars, and marveled at the darkness and quiet. I loved living out here away from town. Just far enough to be quiet but private enough that people just didn't walk over to visit. As I reached to turn the patio lights on, I spotted dad through the kitchen window and for the first time realized how handsome a man he was. At 34 years old, he was still quite a looker. I could see where I got my hair, eyes and general build from. Other than a tiny little belly, he looked good, real good. But I still had a little baby fat too so we just looked like different size versions of the same person. I don't know why he was wearing just gym shorts, for gods sake it was the first part of November and getting cold. But I really liked looking at him at that instant and it confused me. I hit the lights, lit the grill and wandered back in the house just as he shut the oven. "Help me set the table son." I went to the cupboard and got plates, glasses and then, along with the silverware, went over and started to set the table. Dad brought the napkins and other condiments. As he leaned over and was putting the stuff on the lazy susan, I looked at the tufts of hair under his arms, his broad hairy chest and then down to his well defined very hairy legs. God I hope I get as hairy as he is. It didn't take long to finish cooking dinner and we both wolfed down two burgers and a pile of the taters. We topped it off with a coke for me, and a beer for Dad. I cleaned the kitchen at lightening speed so I could just stop doing anything. As I was cleaning up, Dad hit the shower and told me he wanted to talk to me when he got done. I thought, "Now What!" I finished before Dad did and went up and just flopped down on my bed. My mind just started wandering and I wasn't thinking of anything in particular. That is, until I remembered that I had seen something in the woods that I know I wasn't supposed to see. I had been walking along, just zoning and noticed someone over by a tree, leaning against it. Their back was to me so I couldn't see who it was or what was going on but I did see that it looked like they were shaking off their penis after peeing. Dad had taught me how to do that, years ago. I cut a wide arc as I walked around so I could see who it was. I didn't want whoever it was to see me until I knew who it was. I walked real slowly and as I peeked through some bushes saw that it was Mr. Davis from down the road. HOLY SHIT! He had his pants pulled down and was jerking his massive hard cock. I knew all about jerking off from the other kids at school but had never seen a grown man with a woody. I could help but stare at the huge cock he was working his fist up and down. It had to be 9 or 10 inches. And talk about hair, he had a thick black bush surrounding his huge tower of flesh. I felt my little 4 inches jerk in my pants and reached down to adjust it so it didn't hurt so much. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and knew I should just leave him to it but I couldn't. I stood transfixed at the sight I was seeing. I realized that I was still massaging my hard flesh and jerked my hand away. Just then, Mr. Davis started moaning and thrusting his hips, forcing his stone hard meat in and out of his fist. I could see his penis was real slick with something and realized it must be like mine when it got hard. A little juice always appeared on the tip of my penis but nothing like his was doing. Just as my hand found it's way back to my stiffie, Mr. Davis cried out and I saw white stuff come flying out of his cock, coating the leaf covered ground and his flying fist. I knew it was semen, or cum as us boys called it, and watched in amazement at the force and distance it traveled out of his hard flesh. Just as I was ready to move away quietly, he put his hand to his mouth and licked it clean. I was panting with excitement as I silently crept away, my stiff penis rubbing against my jeans. So that was what shooting a load was. I knew how to jerk off, but had never tried it. My penis got stiff all the time but I just didn't know exactly how to start. I was jerked back to reality as I heard Dad say "Mark, are you ok?" He stood in the door with just a towel wrapped around his waist as I lay on my bed, panting, and a raging stiffie tenting my jeans. I told him I was fine and he just grinned at me. Dad came in and sat down on the edge of my bed. His towel slid up his thigh just a little and I could just barely see one of his balls peeking out. I shifted my weight just a little and could see both of em now. God, his balls were real hairy too. My penis throbbed. My god, what was going on with me? Dad said, "Remember I told you I might go hunting with Eric? Well I talked to him today and it's all set up. We're leaving this Friday for a week." "But what about me Dad? I'll be all alone here." "Well son, we talked about it and Eric said he asked Josh to go with him. I'd like you to come with me son. And it would be company for you and Josh." I jumped at the offer and grabbed Dad in a big hug. Finally he felt like I was old enough to take part in his yearly hunting ritual. Not to mention that I really like Josh and it would be nice to spend a whole week out in the woods. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, what do you think of my start. I know it's short but this seemed a good place to break it. If you like what I'm writing so far, drop me an email at under14k9@hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored. If I get enough interest, I'll post Chapter two.