Date: Sat, 28 Jul 2018 14:04:32 -0400 From: Jerome Kirker Subject: Taylor's Hunting Trip (REVISED) *Note to Nifty Archivist: This is the revised version of the story I recently submitted. It was revised to comply with Nifty's policies. Thanks for consideration. * It was the second day of Taylor's deer hunting trip and he was having a great time. At age thirteen he had been hunting with his father and grandfather for a year, but this was the first year he was allowed to go off on his own into the woods. He had spent the first day moving among several sites with potential but had not had any luck. While Taylor had found evidence of deer -- chewed leaves, scat, and footprints -- he hadn't actually seen one yet, much less gotten off a shot. But here he was again, heading out into the woods at five o'clock in the morning with the hope of bagging a deer this season. As he walked his way through the light foliage and trees, he was keenly aware of all the wildlife around him. He heard birds chirping and fluttering around the leafy canopy above him and saw squirrels scurrying up and down trees. In fact, he mused, the only thing he really hadn't seen was a deer. About thirty minutes into his walk he arrived at what looked to be a good area. The area was covered in semi-dense shrubbery and trees and then opened to a small glade. This could be the ideal spot to find a deer. Or at least he hoped. Taylor rested his Remington rifle against a large tree then sat down next to it, propping his back against the trunk. He had no intention of falling asleep but also didn't want to stand for hours on end for a deer that may or may not show up. He sat down and settled in for a long morning. About an hour into the wait he heard a faint sound, a sound like something pushing through the underbrush. Moving silently, Taylor rose to his feet and grabbed his rifle. He stood still for a minute, listening intently for the sound. There it was again. He was sure it was a sizable animal, most likely a deer. He took a tentative step forward toward the glade, quietly putting one foot in front of the other. The boy peered through the shrubbery before him and, as expected, spied a deer. But then the disappointment set in. It was a young buck. The deer had the first nubs of developing antlers, telling Taylor that he was probably around ten to twelve months old, a yearling. In addition to being illegal to take a deer of that age, most hunters refuse to do so for ethical reasons, and that's how Taylor had been taught. Frustrated by his bad luck, he turned around and headed back toward the tree and once again placed his rifle against the trunk. He was preparing to sit down when he realized that he needed to pee. He had been drinking a bottle of water and it had apparently gone through him at a fast pace. Taylor looked around and spotted a clump of brush about twenty feet away. He headed toward it, looked around to ensure he was alone, and undid his pants. As he began relieving himself, he heard a sound behind him. He quickly glanced over his shoulder and was surprised, shocked even, to see the young buck he had just spotted in the glade. He was standing about ten feet from him, his brown eyes looking at him intently. "Shoo! Go away!" But he didn't move. That's funny, Taylor thought. Usually deer avoid humans at all costs, especially during hunting season. Maybe this one had had past contact with people, though he had no idea where or how. Taylor finished peeing and did the obligatory shake. He was about to tuck himself back into his boxers when he felt something nudge his left elbow. He turned quickly and came face to face with the deer. Wow, this was really weird. He had never seen a deer outside of a petting zoo that wasn't afraid of people. But here he was walking right up to the boy and nuzzling him with his nose. Taylor stood there for several moments staring at the yearling. He looked up at him with those large brown eyes and he was once again struck by the complete lack of fear. The young buck took a step closer to him and began gently nudging him with his nose. He brushed against the boy's arm, then moved to his chest and stomach area. Taylor smiled inwardly at how friendly he was, almost like a pet. Perhaps he had escaped and some owner was looking for him. The deer continued nuzzling him with his nose, which Taylor realized was lukewarm. For some reason he expected it to be cold. Then, unforeseen and totally unexpected, the young deer lowered his head and rubbed his nose against the boy's exposed penis. The gesture caught him off guard. He had been so taken aback by the friendliness and fearlessness of the animal that he had completely forgotten to tuck himself in and zip himself up. He stood there unsure of what to do. A part of him wanted to pull his cock away but another part didn't want to ruin this moment. Taylor watched intently as the yearling continued to poke around his private area. At times he could feel the deer's exhaled breath on his prick, but other times it appeared that he was sniffing him. He was both surprised and amused as the young buck thoroughly explored all of his package. He watched as the animal buried his nose in his pubes, then brushed gently against his penis, before eventually nosing around his scrotum. This was one meticulous yearling, he laughed to himself. Then something even more unexpected happened. The yearling stuck out his tongue and began gently licking the teen's cock! Taylor's eyes went wide and his mouth popped open in shock. The entire experience was totally surreal. Here he was standing in the woods with his male package hanging out while an overly friendly deer was exploring and licking his prick. Taylor knew that deer enjoyed salt licks and wondered if his groin had that kind of taste to him. He quickly found himself even more surprised at the fact that his cock was becoming hard. He watched with intrigue as his rod stiffened within a matter of seconds. The deer noticed it as well. He pulled back for a brief moment to stare at the boy's now-erect pole before once again licking it. Taylor's mind was abuzz with confusion. He had never ever imagined anything sexual or erotic with an animal; in fact, he actually found the idea repulsive. Yet here he was getting his teenage rod licked and stimulated by an animal. Despite his perplexity and conflicting thoughts, he had no intention of pulling back or pushing the deer away. Though he would never have admitted it to anyone else, this felt really good. The young buck continued his licking, sending waves of sensual pleasure throughout Taylor's groin. He watched as the yearling focused his tongue's attention primarily on his glans, his most sensitive part. Periodically he would lick his slit. It took Taylor a moment to realize that he was probably tasting his precum. And sure enough as he looked down he could see the clear fluid oozing from his tip. The youthful buck lapped it up aggressively, apparently satisfied with what he was tasting. As the animal continued tongue-bathing the boy's prick, Taylor pondered the situation he was in. Both parties in this encounter seemed to be getting something good out of it. For the deer's part he was apparently enjoying the taste and texture of the boy's cock and emissions, and for Taylor's part he was experiencing some intense sexual pleasure. Very intense, in fact. The deer's tongue was slightly rougher than he would have thought and the friction it caused when stroked against his ultra-sensitive glans was almost more than he could bear. But he wasn't about to pull back; this felt way too good. As the yearling persisted in orally working his member, Taylor quickly realized that he was on the verge of cumming. At thirteen he had become experienced with ejaculation, masturbating himself at least once a day, but he had never orgasmed while someone or something else did it for him. He wondered how this was going to turn out. He didn't have to wait long. He felt the unmistakable feeling arise within his groin and began trembling. A moment later it happened. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" He watched wide-eyed as his penis shot multiple spurts of his creamy fluid onto the buck's tongue. He observed that the deer didn't pull away at all, but lapped up each spurt and drop, apparently swallowing it. His orgasm finally waned and the deer kept licking at him as if he wanted more. "Whoa, boy, whoa!" He pulled back and gently pushed the deer's head away from his now-hypersensitive head. "That's all I've got for now." The young buck looked up at him, then back down to his prick which was now going soft. The deer, seemingly knowing that his morning treat was over, turned and walked away into the woods. Taylor tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up. His young cock was completely soft now and totally spent. He sighed a satisfactory sigh. Having his cock unexpectedly milked had been terrific. He also realized that this had indeed been a good spot after all. He hadn't bagged a deer, but a deer had bagged him! Let me know what you think. My email is jmkirk1514@gmail.com. If you like these stories, please donate to Nifty. It's reader supported.