Date: Sat, 20 Jul 2002 03:07:57 +0000
From: Kevin Thompson <kebo_t@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hunting with Nick (and Matt) part 5

Fall was approaching, school was already dragging on, the night air had the
slightest bite of cold, and I was still reeling from my summer adventures.
I was even recovering a bit, it was one hell of a summer.  I was in the
best shape of my life, still tan from a summer of hard work and hard play.
I was 16, tall, lean, and muscular.  My hair was still a little lighter and
even what I had on my body was very light, it showed up well against my
tan.  Only a little showed on my chest but a good happy trail disappeared
into my pubes. I was stretching out, I had more clothes in my closet that
didn't fit than I had that I could get on.  It was also the first year that
I had enough of my own money that I could buy all the cool clothes I
wanted, a benefit of my summer job.

There were many benefits to my summer job.  I went farther with a boy than
I ever had, I let myself go.  Nick and I would no longer be shy with each
other.  Something about having another boy's cum in your hole just made you
a little closer.  But really there was so much more, the love making was a
result of how we felt for each other.  I had a desire for him and the
months of separation raised it to a burning desire.  Long after I was home
from the ranch, I could still feel him in me, I could feel my dick push
into his hole and be surrounded by his heat. I would long for the feel of
his skin.  I really needed to get his balls on me.  It was getting so very
close to the time of year that meant deer camp.  That also meant Nick and I
would be getting together again, at the old guy's ranch.

That part of the summer was also special.  Over the years I have wished I
could have been more comfortable and encouraged more to happen.  I remember
shaking as the old guy reached out and gently caressed my boner and balls.
The old guy seemed content with watching me and Nick jacking.  I know he
had some boners that would be testing the strength of his zippers but he
mostly just loved looking and a little bit of touching.  I had all kinds of
thoughts about it then, one that I remember so well was the thought of how
I or my body could really affect the old guy.  I really liked that ability.
I was anxious to getting back to do that.

Nick and I got to talk to each other about 3 weeks from deer camp.  He
sounded older but very excited about getting back together.  With our
fathers nearby, our phone call was mostly about guns, deer, driving, and an
occasional encoded reference to some act of sex between us.  Nick said it
was going to be much more fun in the pickup camper than that new room we
built, with a little snicker on the word fun.  From that point on, every
other thought was on our trip. That was way enough thoughts to keep me
boned up most the 3 weeks.

Then I was there.  A few of the old guys were already there at the deer
camp.  The old guy who owned the ranch gave me a hug, whispered a few
things that I barely understood but knew they were nasty.  I just smiled.
I had thrown my stuff into the pickup parked out in front of the deer camp
cabin and had started to get my .30-06 ready for the next morning.  I kept
my eye on the road into the camp and listening for next vehicle to make its
way in.  I saw the silver Chevy pickup crest the first hill, I felt my
heart kick it up a few beats.  By the time the Chevy kicked up dust at the
second hill, it was all I could do to keep from running down the road to
meet Nick.  I was just too cool to do such a thing, so I studied my
Remington and kept still as the truck pulled into range.

I looked into the cab and saw Nick's father in the passenger seat, someone
driving and who I thought was Nick in the middle.  The kid in the middle
was a good head shorter than the other guys, it was how I remembered Nick
coming into camp over the years. But then, I saw that smile, big broad and
sparkling.  I loved that entire face, his eyes smiling as big as his mouth.
Nick was driving, I think he was as proud driving as he was happy to see
me.  This was the first time I had seen him since he was legal.  He had
driven the entire way, the longest trip of his driving career.

He pulled up within feet of me, jumped out and we gave each other one of
those back-slapping, manly bear-hugs, much like we had seen the old guys do
each start of deer camp.  I took a deep breath and enjoyed the scent of his
aftershave and the slightly sweaty odor.
  I was thinking about how clean and fresh he smelled now and how over the
next several days he would ripen.  That boyish musk would take over, making
Nick just downright earthy.  I let go of the hug, a little boner was
building in my jeans, but then I notice a new face.

Nick's brother Matt had arrived at deer camp.  His first time ever.  I
didn't know he was coming and this was the first time I had ever met him.
I could see the family resemblance in his face and the way he held his
body.  He had a different look to him though.  Much darker hair, long and
full, it had been combed several hours ago and had only a hand to brush it
out of his face.  His high cheeks showed signs of a few small zits but
still a really cute face.  His smile showed his clear braces and the
crooked teeth they were straightening.  I would learn to appreciate that
crooked smile, really preferring to keep the character of it.  The smile
would join his button nose, his expressive eyes to make hundreds of
expressions that made me stare at his face, and to try to amaze, confuse,
surprise, or otherwise get him to smile to see the change.  The boy was
cute.

After introductions, most of which amounted to the old guys warning Matt to
watch out for me and Nick, there were hours of discussion about sleeping
arrangements.  Matt and the new room on the cabin had upset the
arrangements of the last several years.  The options of having Matt sleep
in the cabin with the old guys meant that Nick and I could revive all the
fun of last summer.  I was so ready to grind some dick and balls.  My hole
was twitching in anticipation of feeling Nick's dick drive deep in there.
The thought of little Matt subjected to the taunts and jokes of the old
guys was not a pleasant one.  Nick and I had lived through it, it was
aggravating at best, but I'm sure the old guys enjoyed it.

The option of getting to have Matt stay in the pickup camper with us had
some good points but it would definitely crimp my sex life.  I was
analyzing alternative, like taking advantage of the solitude on top of the
hills, or being able to take a jeep over to the ranch house and make sure
our bed was still there and could handle some grinding and humping.  It was
also an advantage of having Matt close to us.  Matt was pretty shy,
especially with the old guys, and some with me, but he relaxed that first
night when he became part of the relationship that Nick and I had built
over the years.  After all the discussion, with the old guys talking
business and such, Nick, Matt and I retired to our little pickup in the
hills.

Nick and Matt took the bed in the front of the camper and I had a mattress
and sleeping bad on the floor of the pickup bed.  Nick and I quickly got
more comfortable, stripping to nothing more than our undies.  It provided a
great chance to scratch and air out our balls. Nick flashed me a few times,
and I really enjoyed seeing his thickening bush of pubes. I sat with my
legs bent, elbows on my knees, letting my balls peek out the edge of my
undies.  I would steal a glance at Matt who I would catch sneaking peeks at
my goodies.

We talked a long time, about school and about hunting, and about how good a
shot Matt was but how different it was when shooting at a deer.  We plotted
strategy, figuring not to shoot on the first day unless a big ol buck was
just asking for it. The Coleman lantern needed to be pumped up but as the
light was dimming, Matt reached out and touched the little bit of hair on
my chest, he was really impressed with it, saying how his big brother had
no such manly gift.  Nick and Matt agreed that their sister, in between
them by age, probably had a hairy chest.  I wasn't real sure to laugh but
they enjoyed the inside joke.

I was waiting patiently to get a look at Matt's body.  I wouldn't mind
seeing what little hair he had on his chest.  I envisioned cute little
nipples, a cute belly button, and a sexy little 12 year old dick.  Other
than taking off his brand new hunting boots, Matt zipped himself up in his
sleeping bag, flopped around, wrestled with himself, and out popped his
shirt and then pants.  I was disappointed by his shyness but also amused.
Nick and I talked to Matt about how next year he was going to have to
undress in front of boys.  Matt didn't say much about that but told us some
stories about seeing other people naked.  We then told him about the
Thursday that everyone had to go hunting naked, something we made up on the
spot, as we went along, making it sound almost believable, but also so
incredible that no kid should have believed us.  Our story survived that
Thursday, a cold front had come through and made it so cold that any man or
boy foolish to venture into that cold would have his family jewels freeze
up and crack off within seconds of stepping out.

We drifted off to sleep, though very little of it that first night of
anticipation.  I thought of days hunting, of evenings of telling stories,
of nights of exploration and sexual adventures.  I think I was asleep for
about 10 minutes when one of the old guys, I think my father, was slapping
the side of the camper and rousing us for a real deer camp breakfast.

Over the next several days, Matt joined his father hunting.  He knew the
basics of it all but needed some on the job training before he could go off
with "the boys", that was us, Nick and me.  The evenings were spent in the
cabin with stories, and poker, and crude jokes, and more business talk than
I had noticed before.  Matt joined Nick and me through the evenings.  Matt
and I were getting to be good friends.  He would squeeze into the old chair
with me, snuggling to get comfortable.  The three of us would sit hip to
hip to hip on the old bench out front and watch the stars and moon.  Our
hands would mesh, I would play with his fingers, very soft and delicate
fingers.

The nights still ended up with Matt undressing inside the sleeping bag.
Though he started to take his shirt off and expose the little brown
nipples.  His middle was still rung by a little baby fat, but his belly
button was a cute as any I had ever seen.  After he took off his jeans one
night, he tossed them intentionally on my face.  The smell of his body was
so strong that I breathed in it startled my lungs.  He smelled of dirt and
sweat.  I could almost squeeze out the musk. And there definitely was the
smell of cum.  Although I tossed the pants away, they didn't land far and I
ended up pulling them to my nose in the middle of the night.


Nick and I got to use the jeep one afternoon and we drove over the Ranch
House.  The old guy was there and of course invited us in.  We got a couple
of beers and he heated up a huge pan of leftover barbeque brisket.  It was
an unusual thing, I didn't get that much pleasure from being around the old
guy, and it seemed we were there for his pleasure.  I felt compelled to
participate.  If anything, I enjoyed what my body and my actions could do
to him, to get him excited.

We kept getting beer and he showed us a lot of the pictures from last
summer.  The pictures showed Nick and me in various stages of undress at
different parts of the ranch and inside the house.  There were even some
pics of us asleep on the couch or in the bed.  Some with boners pushing out
of our undies, close ups of our boners and butts.  While I looked at Nick
in the pictures, I really liked looking at me and my parts, it was exciting
to see myself naked, to see myself aroused.  We laughed and pointed and
tugged at our growing boners.  Then it took not much more than the old guy
to ask us to jack off and we did.  He stroked his boner through his jeans
as we jerked hard and fast.  I had been hard long enough that I was ready
to shoot not long after we started and Nick was not far behind me.  As
usual, the old guy left and went to jack himself off in private.  We
slapped some more brisket on bread and took off.

That next morning started with me sitting up from the floor of pickup and
looking directly at Matt's undie covered boner and balls.  I could clearly
make out the head of his dick pressing the fabric out.  Below that, one of
his balls was clearly visible under the cloth.  I stayed that way for quite
awhile, the soft glow of a battery powered lantern showed it clearly.  The
sharp boy smell filled my nose.  I was within inches of his boner and very
tempted to touch, taste, or at least get a look at the naked little
thing. That morning made me want to see his body even more.  I had
daydreams of getting Matt to join Nick and me in a hot love session.  I
would have loved getting just Nick alone enough to relive the exploits of
years past.

It was that night, after spending most of the day together with just us,
that Matt allowed himself to be on top of the sleeping bad in nothing but
his undies.  It was really the first time that I got to see anywhere that
much of him.  He had a perfect boy body.  The only hair visible was under
his arms, curly little short things. Almost all the talk that night was
something to do with sex.  Nick and I couldn't really be experts on the
topic of fucking girls.  The talk began to turn towards jacking and such.
We got Matt to blush while admitting that he jacked.  We confessed
ourselves and offered Matt the comfort knowing that all boys jack.  Even
the old guys in the cabin.

Matt and I got close that next day, we stayed with each other all day, we
hunted together and with Nick. Matt got his first buck, I think because
Nick and I let him shoot.  Matt was shaking with excitement and pride.  I
felt shivers run down my back to see him so proud.  I told him how great a
shot it was, and all the things to make him feel like the great hunter.  He
liked me so much that night, he wanted to join me on the floor instead of
sleeping with his brother.

It was much better up on the bed, especially after we modified the
mattresses and such.  Using our sleeping bags as a blankets to cover all
three of us.  We were tight in there, our bodies were in contact from knee
to shoulder.  As we went to sleep, my arm laid on Matt's chest, and my hand
skimmed over Nick's chest.  Matt was sound asleep and Nick grabbed my hand
and actually thanked me for being nice to Matt.  I could tell he had tears
in his eyes and he struggled to tell me how he thought it was so perfect
that I was getting along with his family, or at least his brother.

It was also the night that I found my hand right near Matt's crotch.  A
little movement and I felt his dick pressing into the back of my hand.
They were sound asleep, they made much the same noise as they breathed.  I
took advantage of that and my hand went exploring.  First, I felt his hard
dick through his undies.  I felt the weight of his balls.  My fingers found
the underside of his dickhead and rubbed the curves and contours.  I got
brave enough to slip my hand inside his undies.  I was patient and slow.
My hand slipped in soft and quiet. I stopped as soon as I felt his pubes.
They were soft and very short.  I let my fingers linger there while also
stretching my fingers to touch his dick.  After light touches and a little
grab, I moved my hand right down on his dick and balls.  I remember how hot
and wet he was then.  I know he had hot sweaty little balls but some of it
had to be from precum.

Through the night and the next, I would do a little more exploring.  My
hand was drawn inside his undies.  I would do it a while and then back off
and sleep awhile.  Each night, I was awakened by the feel of the waist band
of my undies snapping back into my belly.  It wasn't until that next
morning did I even suspect anything.  I know it felt like my balls were
well scratched and comfortable.

The third night after combining beds, the dare of sleeping naked came up. I
pulled my undies off with the sleeping bag pulled back.  I had to have been
at least 3/4 hard and I wasn't really hiding that fact.  The sight of my
naked dick did shock Matt, he stared open mouth at it.  Nick stood up on
the floor of the camper and bounced, flopped, flaunted his meat for a few
seconds before hopping back in bed.  Matt pulled his off under the covers.
I had really wanted to see him naked.

For the next couple of hours and even extending into the next evening, the
little movements and wrestling got our body parts to start mixing even
more.  I felt his dick and balls lay up on my leg, only inches from my own
dick.  Everytime I touched his dick with my hands, he would pull away but
giggling each time and he would reach over and give my dick a little
squeeze or pull.  Not having forgotten Nick, he faced us, reached over and
grabbed my hips and pulled me tight, with Matt in the middle.  Nick's dick
was apparently aligned with Matt's butt crack.  And my dick was pressing
into Matt's dick and balls.  Nick did the best he could to grind.  To grind
his dick into his butt and to grind my dick with Matt's dick and balls.  We
played like that for a while.  It ended with my hand full of Matt's butt
cheek, pulling slightly.  And I could feel Nick's belly and pubes at the
same time.

One of us had a wet dream that night. When I woke up that next blustery
morning, there was a lot of wet cummy liquid in my pubes and on my belly.
We had been at deer camp long enough that the old guys had decided to skip
this cold wet morning. That allowed the 'boys' to take the jeep, to explore
. . .


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