Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2001 05:54:27 From: Kevin Thompson Subject: Hunting with Nick, gay - young friends Here is something for the gay young-friends. I hope people like it. I sure do wish they would tell me what they think. They can even email me at kebo_t@hotmail.com We stayed several days at deer camp so there could be more stories. And then the year that Nick's little bro came to camp. ------------------------------------------------------------------ I was 14 and sporting 14 years worth of mustache on my upper lip. In the right light you could tell it wasn't just a streak of dirt. And I was at my third year at deer camp. I wasn't nearly as gangly and awkward as I was the first year. In fact, I was just damn near graceful and athletic, with big feet though. The only thing that got in the way more than my feet was my constant barrage of boners. Always in the morning, on the bus to school, in third period, in sixth, as soon as I got home, and right before I went to bed. But it was deer camp and hanging with a bunch of old guys would make getting boners a little more awkward. There were a few old guys that I know had to be checking to catch me with a bulge. There were always jokes about boners, jacking, and fucking. All the guys were my father's age. This year there were 6 of them, probably 40 something, at least, and then Nick. Twelve year old Nick was at his first deer camp, carrying an old Model 94 30-30. The gun was worn but well kept, a slick action and clean barrel. A homemade leather cheek-piece and his last name carved into the stock many many years ago made the rifle look like a piece of history. Nick was anything but old, his smooth full cheeks and bright sparkling green eyes made him a young beautiful boy. He wore a hunter's orange stocking cap when I first saw him, only a lock of brown hair showed out the front of the cap. It gave him a very cute look. He had a big toothy grin, which showed up a lot with all the kidding he was taking from the old guys. He did have a lot of teeth but the two up front were big and white but looked so great when he smiled. And those cheeks were always pink and glowing. Cute nose too, seemed to run a lot in the cold but it sure didn't take away from how great he looked. His big down jacket made his upper body look big and muscular but was tight around his waist. His waist was thin with a bubble butt wrapped in his jeans. I didn't meet Nick until we showed up at the camp. I knew he existed, knew he was coming, knew that this was his first year to hunt, but that was about all. I did know his dad. Our fathers worked at the same firm but in different offices. So I got to meet his dad a few times over the years and he was the nicest guy at camp, including my dad. He apparently talked about me to Nick and told him what to expect from me. It helped easing into a friendship. With me, it was always hard to make new friends. Nick was just about as shy but we eased into talking little by little. Then our relation was forced a little tighter, pretty damn quick. I didn't think about where everyone would be sleeping in the old corrugated metal cabin. The cabin built with room for six beds and there were 6 old guys and the two of us. I found out the plan was for Nick and me to sleep in the camper of an old pickup. They did think enough to include little heater in the camper. It looked pretty good really, a bigger bed than the cots in the cabin, and a real mattress. The only problem was that I would be sharing with another boy. Growing up, I was always sneaking peeks at other boys, liked sharing a tub, and played any game that would end up with us showing our peepee's or bottoms. Then I grew up, went to junior high, grew pubes, and supposedly discovered girls. Oh, I could talk all about making out, joked about pussy, amazed at the size of Jana's tits, and claimed to know how they felt. There were several dates that ended up with my hands under her shirt and an occasional hand in her panties. But inside, I still had the fantasies with several boys, I would watch TV sitcoms just to see the boy star, I would jack off thinking of boys rather than girls. I wouldn't admit it but I was really much more interested in boys. Actually, I was just starting to admit it to myself almost that same week. So it wasn't really a problem, just more of a temptation. The bed in the camper was big enough for the two of us but we would be close. Nick was cute. I planned on sleeping in sweatshirts and long-johns. I knew I would have a boner as soon as I went to sleep and was sure Nick would notice it. It would give away my secret desire for boys. But then, I really liked the idea of sleeping that close to a cute boy like Nick. The first night was rough, not a lot of sleeping, we were to excited about going hunting in the morning and the bed was so different than home. There were times when I would lay awake and look at Nick's face as he tried to sleep. My boners did appear and I was able to sneak my hand down there to rearrange things and do a little scratching. My dick always seemed to be moving around in my undies. It would bone up and get in a bind and just demand that I move it. I would get rock hard, long (at least 7.5 inches) but thin with a curve up. It always doubled as my towel holder after I got out of the shower. My boner would stay pink right up until I was going to cum and then my head would get very red. It boned up when I drifted back awake after a short sleep. My hand found something that felt good, the texture was soft but patterned. It was warm and a new feeling. I wasn't completely awake as my hand explored that feeling, firm yet soft. It had interesting curves that my hand followed. Then I realized my hand had found my bedmate's butt! He was sound asleep and didn't know what I was doing. I froze for a second, woke up a little more, then moved my hand enough to figure out exactly where it was. I found his butt crack and slid my hand down along his leg. He moved enough to make me quit for that night. Although, I did like moving my leg or arm next to Nick's body. Morning was nice. A gas lantern lit up the little space of the camper as I watched Nick get dressed. His body was wrapped in his long-johns and was a perfect body for a 12 year old. No matter how much he tried to hide it, there was no doubt that he had a boner. Which was the reason I stayed under the covers, to try to let my boner ease up a little so I could wake up. We did a great job scouting the deer that day, but I kept thinking about Nick. Like how to get him out of the long-johns and see him naked. And how I would feel more when he was asleep. I even let myself think about finding a hidden place to jack and fantasize of Nick. The next couple of nights were just a little more of the first night. I would fall asleep fast but wake up and do a little exploring. I let my hand find Nick's dick, it was pointing out and stretching the long-john fabric. I was interested in the way it would bounce up and down when I let it go. As soon as my hand found his cloth-covered balls, Nick woke up enough to make me stop for fear of getting caught. Nick and I were getting along better and better. We even got to go off by ourselves and hunt. Nick got a couple of shots off at one of the largest bucks we saw that trip. I watched him as he tried to shoot, he was shaking and moving so much that he couldn't get a good shot off. I would later confirm his story about how close his shots were to that trophy. Then that evening, we got talked into taking a camp shower. In the other years, I never took a shower out there, in fact, I wore the same underwear the entire time the first year. I know my mom tossed those out rather than contaminate her washing machine. The shower was not much more than a pan with a nozzle with a heating thing attached to the propane tank. There was a partial wall on one side, I think to keep the water off the 'library' which was really a stack of old Playboys, Hustlers, and some that were so nasty. I stripped down and couldn't believe how cold it really was. I started shaking and thought the water would feel good but it was just warm enough that it didn't turn to ice when it hit my skin. I was soaping and rinsing as fast as I could go! A bunch of the old guys helped with the water and watched me shower. I got a little embarrassed when I realized that I had just washed my butt crack in front of them. But that was nothing compared when I realized that I had no dick at all. There somewhere under the pubes, my dick and balls had sucked up inside of me. One of the old guys even said something about inheriting my dad's dick. The last little rinse of water was warm but not enough to do me a lot of good. I hopped over to the big heater and dried off with a towel that felt more like a tarp. That is when it was Nick's turn as they filled the pan with water from the stove. I noticed that he was watching my every move while in the shower and even while I was drying off. He stripped off his clothes pretty quick, keeping a hand or arm over his dick. But when he went by me to get a towel (that is also when I realized that we did really need a shower) I saw his dick completely boned up. He did a good job of hiding it until he got in the water and then it was on its way down quick. I was warming up and my dick began to flop around like it should have. Now with it thawed out, it was in danger of boning up as I stared at Nick's naked body. He actually did have a good sized chest, I could make out a lot of his muscles. And he had tiny little nipples on his still suntanned chest. As his arms were up while his hands were working the shampoo, I went right down his abs and couldn't take my eyes off his dick. It looked like the pictures drawn in all the books I had found about bodies and teens and such. Round little circumcised head, a little flare out where the shaft met it. I could almost count the wispy hairs just above his dick. His scrotum was tight against his body, he balls were seeking that warmth. And the rest of his body had perfect skin and great young boy's muscles. The whole time, the old guys were enjoying the show. Our dads were really pretty quiet and not too involved but the others laughed and joked, none of it too bad, nothing to make us feel too bad. I was cold standing on the cold cement floor, pretty much dried off by the time Nick started drying off. He dried off quick with the help of his dad. But then our plan had a flaw, our clean clothes were still in the camper and looking at the dirty ones was not that appealing. So, we were tough enough to make a run for it. Wearing nothing but boots, we ran to the camper and the cold wind found every drop of water remaining on my body. I threw the clothes to the side and dove under the covers. Nick pulled the door shut and jumped in beside me. I jumped myself as I got to feel his dick brush the back of my hand. We were loud and laughing. Nick was shaking from the cold and his teeth were chattering. He said he was cold and I reached an arm over to him and rubbed his arm. That helped but he was still cold. I wasn't warm but I pulled him closer, more under the covers. That might have helped some but he felt cold all over. I pulled him so that our chests were touching but we were both careful about keeping our good parts some distance apart. I was really enjoying this, I had never held a naked boy this close to me. We were talking and laughing as we were both warming up, and I was moving my hips closer, little by little just so I could get my dick to touch him. I just wanted to feel my dick on him anywhere. I know our dick heads made contact, I felt and heard him suck in as he talked. The more my dick touched him, the bolder I got. My hand moved around him, moving to his butt, not only rubbing for heat but squeezing it and pulling it towards me. All talk stopped, and heavy breathing took its place. Before long, we were touching in every place we could. I even had my leg wrapped over the top of him and my dick pressed right up against him. I could feel his boner not only pressing into me but humping me in little movements. I opened my eyes and saw Nick's eyes staring at me. We mumbled something to each other, laughed and giggled. I took my hand and found his dick and balls and every move I made, Nick did the same to me. His dick felt so different from mine and I loved feeling it. I was going to jack him until he cumed. And I wanted him to do me. I let go of his dick, to just move the covers back over us to shut out the draft. He let go of me but almost together we started grinding our dicks together. It was a real mess of movements and humping, I know we had the truck jumping. Our dicks would grind on each other and slip off and press in soft bellies. I rubbed my dick on his pubic bone. Our balls melded and pressed together. Nick started squeaking and his legs went straight and I felt hot cum hit the head of my dick and belly. Nick buried his head on my chest and almost collapsed after he cumed, but I quickly grabbed my own dick and with only a few hard fast strokes, I was blowing cum all over the two of us. I remember laying there breathing hard, but the next thing I remember was getting wakened early the next morning. We were still hugging, very warm, with cum drying on our washed bodies. We were very quiet to each other that morning, by lunch we were having fun again. And then we couldn't wait to go to bed that night. More?