Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 01:44:22 From: Kevin Thompson Subject: Hunting with Nick, 3 I wasn't real sure about sharing this story with others. I have some twinges of guilt and anxiety. Not about what Nick and I did but some of the things that happened by us doing it. I do want to share a story about the next summer and I think its too big a leap if I didn't include this part. So this is a continuation of the Hunting with Nick stories. I'll keep it mostly about Nick . . . The only time that we got to see each other was at deer camp and while I did have some adventures with other boys in school and camp, I always got excited about deer camp. Each year we would start off shy and slow. We would start off with a manly handshake or one of those equally manly half-backslap - half hug. The first nights would go a long way with breaking the ice. Even then, the activity and intimacy escalated from there. This year we were still sleeping in the pick-up camper, later years we had a much nicer RV, although sometimes had to share that. It always seemed it was the coldest time of the year during deer camp and if it only snowed in Texas once all year it was going to be at deer camp. This year, there was a big heat wave. It was nothing like summer in Texas, but for that time of year it was the hottest and dustiest I had ever seen, and have seen since. That did affect the outcome of this trip. By now, Nick and I would hunt almost exclusively together. There were the obligatory days we would go with our fathers. That was all kinds of fun, I had to answer more questions about school, friends, girls, and life in general than I did all the rest of the year. And for some reason, it was the day that my father would kill his deer, and always the deer that had to be packed out up a big rocky hill. Funny how that happened! Especially since I grew into the strongest guy in camp. Nick and I were hunting together this day, mostly moving around and taking advantage of bluffs and other vantage points rather than holing up in some blind. We had been out most of morning, wearing the warm clothes that we would normally be required to wear. The heat of that day, the hangover from the beer the night before, and aroused state that was occurring in our jeans led to a decision to head back to camp and see what trouble we could find. I knew what I wanted to do. We were still young, still kids. I had started to fill out, I liked the ways my arms would stretch the sleeves of T-shirts while being loose on the rest of me. Although, those years I would take off my shirt every chance I got. I had a dark tan almost all year round, at least what wasn't covered by gym shorts. The impacts of puberty were no longer pounding on my body but the changes were still happening. I only had a few hairs on my chest, and you had to be close to notice them. I had a great happy trail under my belly button and disappearing into my jeans and exploding into the brown curly pubes. Those surrounded a dick I was very proud of, close to eight inches, smooth with a minimal amount of veins, and circumcised (not that I knew that then). And it did have a mind of its own, boners would appear whenever my dick decided -- often. Now it wasn't as big or impressive as others around the school locker room, I didn't mind letting it flop around as I took a long time getting in and out of the showers. Nick had really grown since the first time. His body had started to get longer and get that lanky teen look. The first time I saw his dick, it was a small pink thing. I thought it was cute, although I would never tell another boy that his dick was cute. His dick had gotten long, but didn't get big around. When he stood naked, that skinny long dick would harden up quick and look like broom stick poking out between his legs. It was topped with a bush of pubes that was so dark and thick that they could be felt outside of his jeans. His pubes didn't stray off along his body, they did cover his butthole, but barely a hair elsewhere. Just fuzz on his balls. Oh and a little ring around each nipple. Those nipples were also in that stage of puberty that made them swell and prominent. I wanted to get that hard little body naked with me in the back of that camper. His almost perfect white teeth gave him a great smile. I saw a twinkle in his eye when he laughed. And at the age when we were both battling zits, his face was almost free of blemishes. I did like to look at that little bubble butt he had. We were several days into camp and therefore very comfortable again with playing with each other. I think we both had it planned to return early to camp and do some more playing. It was a great time to do it, all the old guys were out in their stands or driving around in old Willis jeeps. We could do almost anything then. We hung up our rifles and went right for the camper. I opened the door and was hit with a smell I still associated with sex; cheetos, sweaty clothes, dirty sox, cummy underwear, mesquite smoke, and that musky aroma only teen boys can produce. We crawled in and started to take off boots and clothes in the little space of the camper. At one point, shirts off and just jeans on, I looked over and saw what I really thought was Nick's hunting knife. I planned on acting like it was his big ol' dick and stroke it a little. I grabbed it and my first thought was that it was his dick, but then thought that it was so hard that it had to be his knife. Only when he did flinch and I felt it jerk, did I realize that it was his dick. I thought that was so cool and I started stroking it that way, right through his jeans. Nick just couldn't keep his jeans on and pulled those off as I continued to stroke him through his underwear, which also didn't stay on much longer. Nick then helped me yank jeans and underwear off in a tangle of denim and white cotton. Mutual stroking and heavy breathing quickly gave way to what was my favorite thing to do with Nick. From really that very first time, we could grind our dicks together, pressing boner against boner and mashing balls and scrotum. So much of our bodies would touch, it made for a great way to get off. That feeling of having our dicks perfectly lined up and sliding on each other. I would moan each time one of my balls would get caught up between us and jump each time it would be squeezed out from between us. I even had enough control to match up nipples with him. That very close body contact was so fantastic. We had just started to take our adventures to the next level. I mean we were humping each other without making penetration. I got on all fours, Nick would slam right up behind me, grabbing my hips and thrust his dick right through my crack. He would hit my hole, stretch it, rub along it but just never stuck it in. I loved how his hard dick felt in that area behind my balls. When I had my turns, I made sure my boner would press hard in that area on him and I knew he liked it by the way he would jerk with each hump. Well, we were in that position, with Nick humping my butt hard. Things hung on the walls on the camper were swinging and hitting the walls. I was really enjoying it, and even tried to position my butthole so that he might just slip inside. I saw something out the corner of my eye, I figured it was just something falling from the wall, but I still almost stopped things. Nick was humping away, I felt like I could cum from just that, and I knew Nick was very close to cuming. Then I felt his hot cum hit my crack. He pumped four or five hot wet shots on me and with the fifth shot, the camper door was ripped open with a scream of "Hey! What are you doing in here?!" Nick and I both started to scramble. Two naked boys panicking inside a little camper, cum dripping down my ass, my boner slapping around, and clothes started to be recovered. The old guy laughing and yelling the entire time. I found my shirt, but my pants and underwear were all tied up in knots. Nick whipped his underwear on quickly, I had no hope but to just grab a handful of sleeping bag and throw over my crotch. Nick was saying something over and over, I stared right at the old guy and could still feel the hot wet cum all in my crack and on my legs. I don't think I have ever been that scared in my entire life. Even that scared, I surprised my self when one of my own hands ended up on my dick and kept a little stroking going. The old guy was the big boss, all the other old guys, including our dads, worked for him. He stood at the door, laughing, teasing, and talking. I went braindead, I couldn't really understand what he was saying. I heard things like he knew we would be doing it, or telling us to show him our dicks, or don't let him stop us. I felt so busted! I knew my dad was going to find out, and with the way all the old guys loved to mess with us, I knew it was going to be hell the rest of camp. I had thoughts flood my brain; this was going to be my last deer camp, I wouldn't be able to do anything with Nick ever again, my dad was going to freak, my mom was going to be worse, and on and on. Nick had tears rolling down his face, I was sweating so much that I was soaking wet. The old guy started to slow down, my brain engaged, things calmed down. I watched as the old guy started to slowly stroke his big ol' dick through his khakis. More and more things started to make sense. I knew who it was that came up with the idea for us to shower in the cabin, that had become tradition and was often repeated through the years. This old guy was the one most interested in any detail of our sex lives, puberty events, and such. He started to try to calm us down. Make us feel better, and tried to make us feel good about getting caught. It wasn't going to get us in trouble, at least not with family and friends. It felt like forever for me to really calm down but he told us to get dressed and come outside with him. While we quickly dressed, Nick kept talking about how much trouble we were in and apologizing for doing that to me. He was desperate. I took his head in my hands and talked to him about everything being alright, I think he ended up believing it as much as I did, but we were both calm and quiet when we got out of the camper. The old guy told us to get into his truck and go for a ride. Along the way, he talked to us, apologized for scaring us, or scarring us. I was uncomfortable and he didn't really make things better when he put his arm around my shoulders while we drove. To make it worse, I could still feel the cum in my butt, and my balls felt like they were about to pop, I had been so close to cuming when he stopped us. But even with all that, I wasn't feeling all that bad mentally, just more pissed than anything, but apprehensive about this little trip. We ended up going to his ranch house, it was only a little ways from the deer camp. In fact, we had driven by that house when we wanted to go to a different deer stand or stock tank. I didn't know that was his house, and then couldn't figure out at the time why he wanted to sleep at the cabin rather than the ranch house. It even looked big enough for all of us to stay in, even if we had to sleep on the couch. It did make sense why this guy was always looking good. I mean like he just had a shower or got cleaned up. The other old guys knew where the house was, I may just not have paid attention. The house was so fantastic that it really made both of us forget about any kind of trouble. There was a huge room with nothing but antlers all tangled up on the ceiling, another room had shoulder mounts of deer, and then in another was all kind of exotic trophies. The old guy had killed everyone of the exotic critters from all over the world. We even saw all the pictures of deer camps of the earlier years mounted on the walls. I wondered what happened to the pictures we had to take each year. Some were old enough that the old guy was even younger than we were. I stared at the pictures of this old guy when he was about 12 or 13, he was just plain cute. A whole lot smoother and skinnier than he was that day. There were pictures of his family, of different things that had gone on at the ranch, some pictures of celebrities, some names even remember today. Then he made sure we saw the pictures in a room right above the main room. The first one was the old guy, he was 12, naked, spread out jumping off a rope into a pond. There were others, some of them were the same guys at deer camp, they were naked, some had boners, some looked like they were jacking, including my dad. The old guy took some pictures out of a cabinet and had naked pictures, mostly of boys, most looked like someplace on the ranch. He was really enjoying showing us. Other than the few of the deer camp guys grabbing their dicks, none of the other pictures were dirty. One of the last pictures we saw was one of some boy, he said his name but that didn't matter. This boy was dressed like I like to be in the summer; loose shorts, and shirt in back pocket. He was sweating and throwing a bale of hay somewhere. That lead to a discussion of Nick and me working for this old guy in the summer. The old guy was real interested in that, I was still trying to come down from the earlier fright. We did ended up working there, that next summer. We learned some things that time too. It was very weird going back and knowing that guy knew what was going on. But he actually helped over the years, he would make sure that Nick and I and later Nick's brother had a place to get alone and have all the sex fun. Nick and I did a lot of talking that night and the next day. We decided to just let it go and not worry about getting in trouble. He did talk me into jacking in front of him on one of the last nights that year. No touching each other, but I actually liked jacking for him. Nick and I were slow the rest of the camp, we did more things like jacking or sucking while out hunting.