Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2001 06:53:27 From: Kevin Thompson Subject: Hunting with Nick part 2 It had been a couple of nights since Nick and I had all that nice clean fun after the cold showers. Those nights weren't near as rewarding, we did play a little. I got to warm up my cold hands of a hot hard dick, but it really just ended up with us jacking ourselves. We did tell every nasty joke we had ever heard, some from the old guys in the last few days, talked about other boys and their sexual exploits. Some of my stories were really just some of my own dreams with the boy in the story. We did throw in a few conquests of woman, I think to keep touching back to what was supposed to be normal, then. Through the night, I heard the tip-tap of sleet and ice hitting the camper shell. At times, it was coming down hard enough to wake me up and then it was also nice to sleep by. Especially now that Nick and I had become so familiar that we slept close and comfortable. Sleeping without bodies touching was actually more room then just a few inches apart. It was much more comfortable because no matter how much I did want to reach out to touch him those first few nights. It was much warmer with us touching and under the sleeping bags, we tucked in every open loop and snuggled against the cold air that found every little hole and crack in the camper. And Nick found a way to snuggle his toes under my legs to keep them warm. I really liked it, although part of my pleasure was hard to admit even to myself at the time. I was 14 and boys that age just didn't have teddy bears but I just couldn't help but feel like my arms were wrapped around a big ol' teddy bear. Nick had his long johns on, from ankle to his neck. The ribbed fabric gave him a nice texture and invited my fingers to keep rubbing slowly and softly. Most of Nick felt like a teddy, soft and warm. Although, he did have some hard sharp point on him, his shoulders and elbows could almost pierce me as we rolled in our sleep. His hips seemed to have no flesh on them at all, just skin stretched over hard bone. I know he had a boner the entire night, it wasn't always poking at me nor did I have my hand on it, but each time my hand slipped down there, he was as hard as a rock. Then I also know he liked the feel of my boner pressing up against his butt. I was sound asleep when the sound of the sleet started to mix in with an irritating electronic beep. My watch was going off, signaling the start of another hunting day. I only started setting it to go off since Nick and I were sleeping so close. I wanted to get awake enough and situated so that none of the old guys would know what was going on between us. It took my mind a little while to realize what it was, but I woke up warm and happy. And full of piss. I rolled out of bed, the cold of the camper hit me but it was nothing compared to the cold that knifed through me as I opened the door of the camper to piss. Ice broke off the seal of the door and I felt sleet hitting my body and my dick. I know my balls were heading for warmer lodging deep within my body but it took a few shakes to get my boner down enough to start pissing. I couldn't push hard enough nor piss fast enough that morning! I finished, closed the door tight, then turned to see Nick's pink little dick filling up a plastic cup, all in the relative warmth of the camper. I was enjoying watching his dick hang out there. I had looked at many dicks from the side at urinals and even pissing on trees, but this was a different angle. I made some smart ass remarks, and that got Nick giggling, sloshing the cup and making his dick jump around a little. I was worried that he would piss on the sleeping bags or my clothes. Then he asked me to toss it out the door, I grabbed his cup of piss so fast that it amazes me to this day. Yea, the warmth felt good in my hand but I never thought I would handling another boy's piss. The steam rose fast off the cup as I opened the door and tossed the piss just outside the camper. It did yellow the snow pretty good! We got up, and put on just about all our clothes, laced up our boots, grabbed gun and knife and we were ready for another deer hunt. We went into the cabin, just corrugated tin on a frame of 2x4's with a mix of insulation, bare light bulbs, little rooms separated by partial rooms and what passed as a pretty usable kitchen and dining room. Normally by this time, there were pans of hot biscuits and sausage just waiting to be eaten. The biscuits weren't anything special, just the good ones from the tubes you break open, but the sausage was really good. Thick slices, cooked throughout and I always looked for the ones that had been cooked a little too long, so that they were crisp on the outside. The sausage was from last year's hunt and even mixed with some javelina, not that I could tell. I do know they made half for the six old guys, and Nick and I would finish off the other half. It was also one of the few places that I ate real butter and I added plenty to each biscuit. There was also coffee, dark, harsh, and hot. That is where I learned to drink it. The only thing that has come close to that coffee is the double expresso at the Starbucks down the street now, and if that was served in a dirty metal cup, they might have something. The coffee was on, keeping warm on a low gas flame, but there were only snores, grunts, and farts from the old guys in the cabin. I found my dad in the darkness and woke him up to find that age had apparently given them some wisdom, although back then I just thought they were wimps in their old age. They had decided that the sleet, wind, and cold just wouldn't be good for a day hunting. They had good luck, several deer had been taken, and the weather really couldn't get much worse. It looked like we were going to end up sitting around playing cards, having the old guys try to embarrass us by making some comment about sex, boners, girls, zits, and the like, while waiting for this big cold storm to move through. I was pleased when a voice out of the dark said we could go, and even use the good stand. The voice came from the old guy that was my father's and Nick's father's boss. There was no doubt who the big dog was, he got the good bed, the good chair, the good deer stand, and all the old guys would laugh at his jokes, no matter how lame they were. Nick and I would get to work for him one summer, and got to laugh at some of those same old jokes. I told him thanks and said that we knew how to get there. Filled an old thermos with coffee, and we were out of there. About 40 feet from the cabin, I got wondering if we were that tough, the sleet was coming right in our faces, stinging my nose and cheeks, making it hard to keep my eyes open. I kept checking on Nick, his breath coming out as steam out the top of his coat that he pulled up to his nose. His hunter orange cap was pulled down low, almost over his eyes. If Nick had shown only one sign of wanting to go back, I would have spun around quick. My toes were getting cold, my cheeks were numb, my nose wouldn't stop running and I was running out of places to wipe it. We finally got to the good stand, built out of building scaffolds, over looking a good open area and a stock tank that was stocked with catfish and bass, high enough that you could see all over. Nick and I climbed up the icy ladder, slipping the whole way up. Got in, shut the trap door, snapped all the vinyl down and found the old recliner that had been hauled up there. Nick and I fit into that chair but it was a tight fit especially with all the clothes we had on. It was still dark, we made it there well before sun up. Except for the sleet on the stand, the only other sound was us breathing. In the glow of an old Coleman lantern, I watched Nick start drifting back to sleep. His cheeks were pink and cute, his lips were chapped but just begged to be kissed. His lips were slack and open as he came close to sleep. His eyes stared blankly at the walls of the stand. He noticed me staring at him and smiled and gave a little laugh. I responded by hugging him and rubbing my hand along his arm. I was surprised but pleased by him leaning his head on my chest and snuggling even closer. I was wide awake as his head rested just under my face, I could smell a little soap but mostly campfire smoke, grim, and that musky smell of boy a few days from an improvised shower. I boned up and my dick was pressed hard against the layers of clothes. There wasn't anyway I was getting to it, but I did start to rub it through all the layers. I got it pointing up and was stroking the underside of it. I wasn't planning on cuming, it just felt good enough to do it right then. Nick was warm and happy, snuggled against me, drooling on my coat. I watched as it started to get lighter, there wasn't much to tell where the sun was coming up at, too many clouds as the sleet continued. But Nick was waking up as it got brighter. He finally raised his head and looked at me and smiled. It was a goofy shy little grin and it got me smiling. We raised the vinyl, looked out in every direction but saw nothing but sleet. The ground was white, the trees were beginning to collect a lot of ice and the stock tank looked like it was starting to freeze. And we were getting close to freezing, I was so warm with Nick sleeping on me and now the wind was whipping in and chilling us. We decided we could see a deer through the vinyl and closed everything back up. The lantern was warming it back up again. It also shone on the stash of magazines stuck into the sides of the stand. For every one Field & Stream, there were 5 Playboy, Hustler, QUI, and some that I don't think they bothered putting a name on them, just a price. We started going through them, getting harder and harder as we went. At first, we both tried to look at them without showing that we were getting horny and hard. But after doing some adjustment which led to some rubbing, then stroking, we got kidding each other about getting a boner. There were enough shots of guys that really made it interesting. Some of the stranger ones showed a whole lot dick. There was always women and pussy, but there were a lot of pictures of men sucking and fucking. We both ended up looking at one magazine that had two young looking guys in boy scout uniforms, riding Harleys and stopping in the middle of the desert to suck each other. That got us talking about sucking. Nick admitted that he had talked his brother into doing it, but never got close to cuming while getting sucked. It was those times when they shared a shower or a bed. He said he was seven the first time, we agreed that didn't count. I told him I would do him, right then. All though he asked if I was for real, I didn't have to say it again when he stood up. Under Nick's coat, he had insulated coveralls with some oil company's name all over them, Levi's under that, those nice ribbed long-johns and then his white BVDs. I watched as he dug through each layer, each taking a different skill of unzipping, unbuttoning, or just pulling aside. Just about the time I couldn't stand it, his dick head appeared. It bounced up and down a few times, and I started to feel it with my fingers, and it was the hottest thing I had felt in days. I grabbed Nick's butt and pulled him closer. I leaned into him and just kissed the tip of his dick. I opened my mouth a little more each time and I tasted a great ripe tang of his dick. Musty and sharp. When I went to put it in my mouth, my nose dove into the opening of his coveralls. The smell was intense! There was nothing unpleasant about it, but it was such a ripe, musky, powerful aroma that I barely could stop inhaling. The mixture of cum, piss, sweat, hormones and such formed a powerful attraction. It made the glands in my jaws burn and tingle! I would have eaten it all up, if I could have gotten to it. That was a little problem, with all those layers, and Nick was still growing, but didn't really have enough to make it all the way out of his clothes. Just the purple little circumcised head poked beyond the insulated coveralls. I had all that I could get in my mouth and his clothes made like a funnel for all his scent, I didn't mind all that much, but Nick wanted more of a feeling and told me to hold on and let him take some stuff off. I sat back, rubbing my boner through my clothes as I watched him peel back all the layers. He pulled down the last two layers of underwear and his dick sprang out, as hard as he could get. I was looking at it. It did have one little vein that stuck out and wiggled its way along his dick. It was a perfect looking dick. I had books with pictures of developing boys, and there wasn't a more perfect dick in any of the books. Pink head, curved so nice. I must have been looking too long, Nick took my head and pulled it towards his dick. I might have been a little slower but I took the whole thing in my mouth. The soft skin on my tongue and the hard shaft pushing in made for a new and wonderful feel for me. I got even more of that great hot taste. I started moving my head, pulling his dick in and out of my mouth. Nick started to hump his hips, awkwardly really, making it hard to keep a rhythm and not scrap teeth on that sweet little dick. He settled down as I took my hand and reached into his underwear and felt his balls. I have never felt anything so soft and so velvety. His scrotum felt like touching warm butter. The little hairs was the closest thing to mink I had ever touched. Little squeezes on his balls found them so absolutely hard. I felt those balls started to tighten and then my finger tips actually felt the cum shoot through before he exploded into my mouth. With each shot, Nick rose higher and higher. He was on his toes and pressing down on me when he gave his last shot. The cum was so smooth and hot. I was so intent on sucking him that I barely remember swallowing it. When he finished, I turned him around and let him down on the recliner. He just laid there, panting, smiling, laughing, and all with his dick and balls naked in the freezing cold. I don't think he felt any of the cold. I couldn't leave him like that, and I started pulling his underwear back up. I made sure his BVDs were straight before his long-johns were pulled up, then his jeans. I realized when I zipped him, how erotic to me that was, simply dressing another boy. I left his coveralls down around his knees but threw his coat over the top of him, which he used as a blanket. I watched him recover, I found a way to get my hand into my pants and played with my hard slick dick. It was the first time in my life that I had precum. My hand slithered around, along my dick and squishing my balls all coated in precum. Nick looked over and asked for a minute so he could do me. I started to shake as I waited. I was warm enough but I really wanted Nick to suck my dick. I was about to have to pull my hand out or cum when he finally said ok. It didn't take me long to bare my dick. I undid my belt and pulled jeans and underwear down all in one move. I felt goose bumps form on my butt from the cold but my dick was hot and hard. It was red, the color it gets when I get closer to coming. It was as hard as I ever was and poking out right at Nick. Nick said wow and slapped my dick from side to side a few times. I flinched with each slap, I was really afraid that I would cum from just that. I really wasn't huge, but it impressed Nick as he was enjoying looking and inspecting it. He grabbed it at that base and pulled it, a big drop of precum formed at the tip and Nick licked it off with the tip of his tongue. A few more licks, and I was almost begging him to suck me. Nick enjoyed that feeling of control, he kept asking me if I really wanted it sucked. That is about the time I realized that Nick had pistol-grip ears! I reached down and pulled him right on my dick. I didn't move, I let him do all the stroking. I grabbed the cold bars of the stand above me and held on to stay standing up. The sleet was coming down hard. The closer I got, the harder the sleet. It was pounding the roof in an almost deafening roar, at that same time, I moaned and let the cum fly. The first shot hit the back of Nick's throat, the second hit his cheek and above his eye. The rest were back in his mouth. Nick kept sucking after I stopped cuming, and that sent me jumping, my dick gets very sensitive after I cum. And the sleet slacked off to a drops. It didn't take me long to pull my pants back up. When I did, I told Nick to move over in the chair but I just fell on top of him. I could feel his heart beating fast, even through all the clothes. My face was sweating and I was warm through out my body. I laid like that for a while before we decided we better do a little hunting. We sat up, got where we could look out and waited. We talked about what we just did, and even though I felt a little guilty, I had to admit just how much I enjoyed it. That hunt actually ended up with a kill. Nick got off a clean shot at a good buck, six point but heavy antlers and in really good shape. That deer appeared just after the feeder went off. I thought he was going to shoot the buck with more points, but he said he never saw it. It was right there about 10 feet from the deer he shot. It turned out to be a good thing, the boss old guy really wanted that deer, just hadn't shot him yet. It was the first time I gutted a deer all by myself. I think I did a pretty good job. And it was Nick's first deer too. I got to do the thing with putting the deer's blood on his cheeks. I tried to convince him that the blood get smeared on his balls too, he didn't go for that. I just wanted to feel them again. -------------------- There is more, if people want it. Emailing me would be great. kebo_t@hotmail.com Several people liked the first part, and they said they liked me describing the hunting part, so I did a little more in this one.