Date: Tue, 08 Apr 2003 10:18:36 -0400 From: Steve Pelletier Subject: Hunting Camp Chapter 3 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 author's 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 Three I woke up to my Dad shaking me and telling me to get up. "You ready to try your luck at hunting Son?" He headed for the bathroom and as he turned going out the door, I caught a glimpse of his huge cock, hard, and swaying from side to side. It was then that I remembered the events of last night. The room reeked of cum with just a hint of the smell of fir trees outside the open window. It was still dark outside and I wondered how much sleep I had really gotten last night. As I slid out of my bunk, I saw my cum on the floor, dried and flaking. My stomach and chest looked about the same. Eric and Josh were still sound asleep and I stood in the middle of the room naked. It was probably an impressive sight. I'm 5'10" and about 140#. Just starting to get some muscles but nothing much for hair on my body yet. My armpits, bush and just a light dusting of hair on my legs matched the dark brown hair on my head. The fuzz on my face was beginning to thicken enough that I might have to start shaving. Thinking about last night had my cock at attention, pointing to the sky. I headed for the bathroom and met Dad as he was coming out, his cock a little smaller but still very impressive. "Morning Dad." "Morning Son. Get some clothes on and lets get going." I pissed, got some clothes on and met Dad in the living room. He had two guns, stuff to drink and snacks all ready. "What about Eric and Josh?" "Let them sleep. I want some time with you Son and this will be fun." We went out the door and headed for the stream. Dawn was just breaking and the early morning light sparkled off the water as it flowed to a destiny unknown to me. We waded across at a shallow part and headed into the woods. Dad was telling me things I needed to know to help make our day a success. We talked about being quiet, how to wait until just the right moment before firing and of course about being sure that it was a deer you were shooting at. I was so excited to be alone with Dad and share this part of his life. We came to a small clearing and Dad scouted around and found a spot just beside a big Maple tree for me to sit and just wait. I settled in and watched as Dad skirted the clearing and took his position on the other side. We then just sat and waited. Birds were singing and every so often I would hear a squirrel in the leaves or catch a glimpse of him as he went under and over them playing. I thought about last night, remembering how big Josh's cock looked and then the enormous piece of meat my Dad had. It was no surprise that my cock hardened in seconds and became very uncomfortable in my jeans. I looked over at Dad and he had his head lying back on a tree just watching, waiting. Squeezing my rock hard cock, I wished I could see Dad jerking off again. He was so fucking handsome and just the sight of him made my heart race and my cock throb. I wish I could figure out what the hell was going on with me. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was lusting after my own Dad. We sat quietly and waited for almost two hours. My legs were getting cramped because I didn't want to make any noise. My back ached from sitting in the same position so long. But one thing for sure, my cock never got soft. It screamed for attention and had leaked a big spot of juice on the front of my jeans. I couldn't stand it and decided I had to jerk off or explode from the pressure. Popping the buttons on my jeans, I reached in and fished my cock out the fly. It felt good to be in the morning air and slammed up against my stomach, throwing a splat of juice on it's way up. I looked toward Dad and saw him just sitting, looking around. I didn't think he could see me so I wrapped my hand around my rod and started the journey up and down as it has been done for centuries by young and old. I looked at Dad again and saw him get up. He turned profile to me and fished his cock from his jeans. Gawd, it was so fucking big. He started pissing, as I looked on, entranced by his big meat. My fist was flying on my cock and I knew it wouldn't take long for me to explode my boy cum everywhere. Looking at Dad again, I saw he still had his cock out and was shaking it but he had stopped pissing almost two minutes ago. I thought to myself, he's gonna do it......oh yessssss, he's gonna do it. As he shook it more, it lengthened and stood out from his hairy crotch, getting harder and rising higher and higher. Fuck was it ever gonna stop growing? It took only a few seconds and he was rock hard. He shook it some more then ran his big hand down the length of it cause his cock head to turn purple and shine like the morning sun. He looked over at me and I'm sure he could see my hand flying on my hard boy cock. I gazed at the huge man meat that had made me and realized I had to suck on it. I had to show Dad how much I loved him and make him feel good. I went back to my own cock and relished the feeling of beating my meat. I was lost in my thoughts of sucking Dads man meat when I heard a twig snap and froze at the sound. I turned my head just in time to see a big buck step out of the woods into the clearing. I looked at Dad. He was frozen in position; his hard cock bobbing as it throbbed. I eased my hand over to my gun and brought it up. As I was trying to center the cross hairs, the deer turned his head toward me and it was perfect. I eased the trigger back and BAM!!!!! The deer fell like a rock. It lay thrashing it's legs for just a couple seconds and was then still. I was awestruck at what I had just done but immediately starting jumping up and down and shouting "I got him.....I got him". Dad and I both ran toward the deer, reaching him at the same time. There lay the perfect buck. I counted the points and there were ten. I looked at Dad and realized his cock was still hanging from his pants and then realized mine was too. He grabbed me and pulled me into his arms, congratulating me on the perfect shot. He thumped my back with his hand and ground his semi hard cock into my crotch. I could feel our cocks rubbing together and quickly regaining the stiffness that was there only moments before. His hands traveled to my ass and he squeezed my boy cheeks and pulled our crotches closer together. I moaned into his shoulder and heard his soft moan in return. I rubbed down his back, cupping his rock hard ass cheeks in my hand. I eased my crotch back away from his and brought my hands around his waist. Reaching down just a little, and took his cock into one hand as the other hefted his big hairy balls. He threw his head back and moaned with lust. I must have been doing something right from the moans escaping from deep inside him. It looked like a race as we both stripped off our clothes. It was like a dream come true for me. There was Dad, naked and hard as a rock. Standing before me and looking at my teen body with nothing but pure lust in his eyes. It was then that reality hit him I guess. "We've got to stop this Son." "But why Dad? I've wanted this for a while now and don't you think it's time we did this? I know you want it too." "But it's wrong Son. I'm your father. We shouldn't do this." "What wrong about it Dad? We love each other don't we?" "You know I love you more than my own life Son." "Teach me Dad. Teach me how to make you feel good Daddy." He stepped toward me and as he did, reached out. His big hand stroked across my smooth boy balls and up the underside of my stiff rod, stopping to flick across my cock head. I jumped and trembled at his touch. He took me in his arms and eased us both down to the ground ending up on top of me. Telling me I was going to be just like him, he kissed me tentatively on the lips. I felt his tongue probing my lips and opened them letting his tongue enter my mouth. My cock throbbed against his and leaked more juice than I had thought I ever would. We were both panting. He moaned his love for me and started kissing his way down my chest. Feeling his hairy body against mine was almost more than I could take. My cock throbbed again and again. The juice was flowing steadily from it as my Dad, my own father, got closer and closer to it. I could now feel his cock juice building up on my leg as he went lower and lower. Then he said "I'm sorry Son, I've gotta do this now." His mouth quickly enveloped my raging cock and went all the way down to my downy bush. I screamed my pleasure into the early morning air and bucked my hips up hard causing my cock to go down Dads throat and my boy balls mash against his chin. He moaned loudly and the vibrations send me into overload. I bucked my hips three more times and screamed "OHHHHHH DAAAADDDDDDIIIIIEEEE...I'M GONNA CUMMMMMMMMMM!" I tried to pull his head off my aching meat but he held me there buried in his throat. My cock got harder than I could believe. I thought it would split open it was so hard. Then I felt it start. The violent contractions built up and I exploded. Wave after wave of my boy spunk rocketed out of my cock into my own father's throat. He started moaning again and the vibrations just sent me into more and more convulsions of ecstasy. My hips bucked, my boy cum just kept cumming more and more. Nothing existed but my cock and my Dads mouth. His head was still and the last weak surges of my cum trickled into his mouth. My heart pounded and my body convulsed as I started coming down from the high of my first mind bending orgasm. My Dad stood, moaned "Oh fuck Son" and started flogging his gigantic cock over me. I could see some of my boy cum on his chin. His hand was a blur on his huge Daddy cock. It was so hot that I grabbed my own cock and started beating it like no tomorrow. It was still hard despite how well my Daddy had drained it just moments before. Drool was now joining my cum on Daddies chin and he looked deeply in my eyes, moaning and whipping his hand up and down his meat. I felt my cum rising again as I lay there watching my Dad beat his huge hairy cock for all he was worth. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and scooped up the remains of my boy load on his chin. He gasped, moaned and his hand stopped at the base of his cock, squeezing tight. The purple head got bigger and bigger and then the "eye" of his cock opened wide and the first blast exploded from it, flying high in the air and landing right in the middle of my chest. That sent me off again too and I screamed something senseless and exploded with my second load of the morning. His Dad cock continued to pump his cum out, arching in the air and splattering all over me. His Dad seed, the same seed that made me, flying everywhere. I opened my mouth and managed to catch two spurts right on. It was slightly salty but knowing it was Dads was all I needed to swallow it. With his cum running down the length of his cock, dad collapsed onto the ground next to me panting. He pulled me to him, kissed me deeply and told me he was sorry. "Sorry for what Daddy?" Well, it finally happened. What do you think of it now? I hope it makes you as hard reading it as it does me writing it. If you like what I'm writing, drop me an email at under14k9@hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored. 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