Date: Sun, 8 Dec 2002 04:11:34 EST
From: Chartoe@aol.com
Subject: The Hunting Lodge

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			     The Hunting Lodge

	My father's company had a hunting lodge that we were privileged to
use every hunting season.  There had been a few times when my father had
brought a couple of big Whigs along and we had given them the best hunting
spots.  We normally hunted just during the weekend but for some reason Dad
said that I would be staying at the lodge for a week.  He said that he was
going to carry me up to the lodge and that a Mr. Wilson would be joining
us.  Dad explained that Mr. Wilson was a big business connection and it was
important that he had a good time at the lodge.  Dad said that we were
going to do as before and give him the best places to hunt from.
	We gathered up our gear and got the supplies that would be needed
during the week while I was to stay there.  We collected our guns and extra
clothes incase the weather turned off bad.  I asked Dad about this
Mr. Wilson and all he could tell me was that he was in his late fifties and
was loaded with money.  He had heard that he liked getting his way and
figured he could buy whatever he wanted.
	The drive up to the lodge was pleasant enough and the weather was
getting colder the closer we got to the cabin.  By the time we reached it
there was an inch of snow on the ground, which was good for us because the
hunting would be good.  The deer were easy to find after a snow because
they had to paw around for fresh grass.  Dad knew what I was thinking and
said that maybe Mr. Wilson would bag a deer early in the week and be
satisfied.
	We had just enough time to unload the supplies when Mr. Wilson
pulled up in his fancy four-wheel drive pickup.  It was a nice shiny new
one that had just gotten dirty for the first time.  He stepped out of his
truck and walked to the cabin with an air about him that I didn't like.  He
acted as if we were there for his benefit and ordered me to get his gear
out of the truck.  I glanced at Dad and he just nodded for me to do what
the man said.
	Dad helped me collect the man's gear along with several boxes of
food and such.  Dad told me that even though the guy was an asshole that I
was to do as he said and not make him mad.  When we got everything in the
cabin the man had managed to fix him a drink and ask which one of us did
the cooking.  Dad said he would cook for the weekend but that I would do it
during the week.  Mr. Wilson looked around at me and asked what my name
was.  I told him my friends called me Ben.
	He said ok, Ben can you help me pull off these boots.  I moved over
and because of the man's girth I knew it was hard for him to remove his
boots.  I turned around and stepped over his leg as I reached down and
grabbed his boot.  He placed his other boot on my ass and pushed as the
boot slowly slipped off of his foot.  I placed the boot down and proceeded
to do the same to the other boot.  This time when he placed his socked foot
against my ass he made sure his toes were placed in the crack of my ass as
he pushed.  He managed to slide his toes up and down the crack of my ass a
few times before he pushed against me.
	When the second boot came off I turned around and looked at him as
he only smiled back at me.  He said that it felt so good to have his toes
free so he could flex them.  I knew he was talking about what it felt like
to fondle my ass crack with his toes.  Dad had been in the kitchen so he
had not seen any of this.  Mr. Wilson started asking me questions about
myself such as my age and if I had any girlfriends.  I told him that I had
just turned 14 and didn't really have what you would call a girlfriend.  He
looked around and then lowly asked me if I had any boyfriends?  I blushed
at this question and said no very sternly.
	He grinned back at me and said he remembered when he worked out
with his hand too.  Dad walked back into the room and changed the subject
too what we would have to eat in a few minutes.  He started telling
Mr. Wilson that early in the morning we would go out and locate the best
places for each of us to be when the sun came up.  He told Mr. Wilson that
we had always had a lot of luck hunting in these woods.  Mr. Wilson said it
sounded great and maybe he could get one that would be worth mounting this
year.  He went on to tell us how the past few years he had gone on hunting
trips provided by different companies that wanted his business.  He said
that the hunting had not been too bad but the company he kept was not the
best and the animals he had bagged were not worth the trouble of mounting.
	Dad assured him that he would at least see some very nice bucks
even if he didn't get a chance to bag one.  Dad went on to tell him how we
usually had made bets with each other and could only shoot at the ones with
really big racks.  I told him that last year I had passed up about ten
bucks before I took the large eight point that wasn't quiet as big as Dad's
ten point.
	Mr. Wilson seemed to perk up a little when we started telling him
about all the deer we would see while hunting.  Dad excused himself as he
went to check on the food.  Mr. Wilson told me to come look at something he
pulled out of his pocket.  It was a furry little change pouch, which I
identified immediately.  Mr. Wilson smiled at me and asked if I knew what
it was made out of.  I told him that it looked like the ball sacks from a
deer.  He grinned at me and said that it was.  As he rubbed the furry bags
he said he bet it would feel great to have ones balls rubbed like that.
	I turned red as he slid his hand up the side of my leg and squeezed
my ass.  He removed his hand and said we should go check on the food.  I
was glad he had stopped because I felt that stir in my balls and knew it
would only have been seconds before my cock would have been pushing against
my pants.
	We managed to get through supper and get to bed early after making
sure all the equipment was ready for the hunt early in the morning.  I woke
up to the smell of strong coffee and bacon.  We had a quick breakfast
because we wanted to get to our stands before the sun came up.  Mr. Wilson
looked like a large old bear in all his thick coats.  When he was
completely dressed all you could see was his eyes.
	It took us about thirty minutes to get to the deer stands and we
were there in plenty of time.  Mr. Wilson was placed in the middle stand
that was several hundred yards away from the ones on either side which Dad
and I used.  Dad had told me that if I saw any deer headed in Mr. Wilson's
direction to let them go past.  I could take a shot at any that was moving
away from us.
	I sat there and noticed some movement just at the edge of some of
the lower brush but it was still too dark to tell exactly what it was.
They were headed toward me and I knew that as long as I stayed perfectly
still that they wouldn't be spooked and I would get a better look at them.
After about fifteen minutes the small group of six deer had actually walked
right underneath my deer stand.  I was wanting to cuss because the buck in
the bunch had at least ten nice points on its rack and I was sure there
were probably a couple of smaller points I couldn't see at the time.  This
was the largest buck I had seen while hunting and I had to let it go on by.
I really was hoping that Mr. Wilson didn't get a shot at it.
	The deer moved on past me along the small trail that they used all
the time.  I knew it would take them about ten minutes to get into
Mr. Wilson's range and from the fancy gun he had brought with the large
scope I was sure he would get a shot if he didn't spook them first.
	I waited and was almost sure they had gotten by when I heard the
shot echoing through the trees.  I could hear the leaves and branches of
the trees as the deer came running past my stand.  I looked close to see if
any of them were wounded and also to see if the buck had escaped.  There
were no signs of blood on any of the deer that pasted so I knew we wouldn't
have to try and track any wounded ones.  I also noticed that the buck had
not made its way back, but then I also knew that he might have taken a
different route on his escape.
	I heard Dad as he called for me to come help.  I knew from this
that Mr. Wilson had managed to kill the buck and we now had to get it back
to the lodge.  When I got to Dad and Mr. Wilson they were inspecting the
buck from head to foot.  It actually had been a twelve point buck that was
very healthy.  Mr. Wilson's shot had been a good one and the deer had only
gone about ten yards after it was hit.
	Mr. Wilson had a big grin on his face and said it looked like this
one was good enough to mount.  Dad agreed as he pulled out a sheet of
plastic and some rope.  Mr. Wilson asked what he was doing and he told him
that we always carried our kill back to the lodge instead of field dressing
them.  He said that way we didn't leave any remains to scent up the area
for later hunts.  Mr. Wilson nodded his understanding and asked what he
needed to do.  Dad said that he and I would be able to get the deer ready
for travel quicker without his help since we had done it so often.
	We spread the plastic out beside the deer and rolled him over on
it.  Dad then attached the rope to the deer's hind legs and pulled his head
up and tied it where the antlers wouldn't drag on the ground.  We grabbed
the ropes and as we started down the trail the plastic worked as a sled as
it skimmed across the snow.
	We took the deer into the shed behind the lodge and started to
clean it.  Dad asked Mr. Wilson if he wanted the deer mounted so he would
know how to prepare it.  We cleaned and cut up the deer and had the head
and neck ready to be taken to a taxidermist.  While we were cleaning the
deer Mr. Wilson had managed to get a bottle and was feeling pretty loose by
this time.  It had also started to snow very heavy while we were inside.
	Dad said he had better check the weather forecast to see what we
were in for.  We listened to the radio as it reported of a winter storm
that was moving in fast in our area.  Dad knew that back in town it would
not be much of a problem but up on the mountain the snows could be real
heavy.  He told Mr. Wilson that if he wanted the deer mounted that they
needed to get the head down the mountain before the weather hit.
Mr. Wilson said he understood but would love to stay at the lodge the rest
of the week.
	Dad looked at me and said that he would take the deer head back
into town and would come back.  He said it would be late into the night
before he got back but he figured the two of us would be all right as long
as we stayed around the lodge.  We hurriedly gathered up the things Dad
needed as he loaded up and started down the mountain.
	I started cooking the steaks that Dad had prepared and left in the
refrigerator.  Mr. Wilson was still drinking from his bottle and a couple
of times he had stumbled against some of the furniture.  I asked if he
wanted me to help him with his drinks so he wouldn't spill them and he
agreed plus I believe he liked being waited on.  I started mixing his
drinks with some coke and less and less alcohol.
	He had settled down in the soft sofa in front of the warm fire I
had managed to build.  I guess with the fire and the alcohol he had started
to get warm as he removed all his clothes except his t-shirt and boxers.
He was spread out on the sofa sipping his drink and fondling himself.
Several times as I attended the fire I looked back and he would push the
head of his cock out the fly of his boxers.  I noticed that once it was
covered with foreskin and the next time it wasn't.  The second time there
was a glimmer of pre-cum beading up on the head and Mr. Wilson had a big
grin on his face even though he never said a word.  I took a deep breath as
I felt my cock start to grow and said that the food was ready.
	Mr. Wilson asked me to help him up as he offered me his hand.  When
I pulled him up to his feet his cock popped out of his fly and he reached
down and pushed it back in.  He said that at times it had a mind of its
own.  I headed to the kitchen and placed the plates with the steak and
vegetables where we were going to eat.
	Mr. Wilson said that the food was great as he cleaned everything
and finished off his drink.  He looked at me and wanted to know if there
was any desert.  I told him that there wasn't and he said we would have to
find some.  He started asking me about my sex life as I tried to finish my
meal without looking at him.  I told him that I had never been with a girl
before and had only experimented with masturbation.  My face felt like it
was on fire as I answered the very personal questions he kept asking me.
	He wanted to know how big my cock was when it was hard.  Asked if I
had ever touched another man's cock before.  Did I ever think about sucking
another cock?  Had I ever stuck my finger or anything else up my asshole?
He continued to fire the questions at me and I had gotten into a routine of
answering yes and no real fast at him.  When he asked me if I was hard
right then I answered yes before I even realized what I was saying.
	Good he said as he pushed himself away from the table.  He ordered
me to come stand in front of him so he could get a good look.  I hesitated
but he insisted and I didn't want to make him mad.  He reached up and
pulled my shirt over my head and ran his hands slowly down my chest
stopping just long enough to pinch my nipples.  His hands continued to
travel down my chest and started moving down the little crease that led to
my cock and balls.  He stopped for a second and rolled a finger around in
my belly button.  I gasped and wanted to giggle but didn't.
	His hands found my belt and with quick movements had the belt and
my pants unbuckled.  He pushed his hands around the waist of my pants and
when they got to my ass he pushed my pants and underwear down to my knees.
My cock slapped against my stomach as it pointed straight up at the
ceiling.  Mr. Wilson smiled and said it looked like I had a nice cock.  He
squeezed my ass and then reached up and removed his shirt.
	Mr. Wilson looked more like a bear now than when he was covered in
all his fur jackets.  He had long strait hair all over his body.  I had to
reach out and see what it felt like when I saw it.  He took my hands and
spread them around on his chest and stomach.  The soft fur was unbelievable
and I wanted to rub my cock against it.  Mr. Wilson seemed to sense what I
wanted as he moved to the edge of his chair and spread his legs.  He pulled
me into his hairy stomach and started slowly sliding up and down.  My cock
felt like it was on fire just before I gasped and squirted cum all over his
stomach and chest.
	He pushed me back just a little as he grabbed my hands and started
spreading the cum all over himself with my hands.  I quickly understood
what he wanted me to do and as I kept up the spreading of the cum.  He
dropped his hands down and grabbed my now soft cock and started squeezing
it and pulling as if he was trying to milk a cow.  It didn't take long
before I was feeling the stir in my balls again and I noticed that
Mr. Wilson's nipples were hard and standing out.  I leaned in and for some
reason started sucking on one and then the other.  Mr. Wilson moaned and
pulled my head into him.  He stood up and carried me with him as he moved
to the sofa.
	He leaned back on the sofa and pulled me back on top of him.  I
continued to suck his nipples as he made sure my whole body was on top of
his.  I got a whiff of a musky odor, which at first made me want to pull
away, but the second whiff caused my nostrils to flare and my cock to jump.
Mr. Wilson was moving around beneath me and all at once I felt his cock as
it rubbed between my legs, just beneath my balls.  It felt like a hot
rubbery object as it slid up and down between my legs.  Mr. Wilson's
breathing was getting heavier and faster as he continued to rub his hands
all over my body.
	He rolled me over and said he needed some relief and wanted to know
if I would help him.  I was really excited and didn't want any of it to
stop so I said I would.  He told me to move to the floor as he sat up on
the edge of the sofa.  He grabbed his cock and told me to take a hold of
it.  I did and even though I had played with my own cock many times the
feel of his seemed so more intense.  I slowly pulled the foreskin up and
down on his cock as I waited for his next instruction.
	He looked down at me and said he needed me to suck his cock.  I
must have had a funny look on my face because he said he would guide me
through it and it would be just as much fun for me as it is for him.  I
looked back at his cock and noticed some pre-cum running down the underside
of his shaft.  He told me to stick my tongue out as he ran his cock across
it.  The taste was not what I expected at all.  It was sweet with a sharp
salty taste to it, one of those taste that are hard to remember but the
second you taste it you know what it is.
	Mr. Wilson watched me as I continued to taste the pre-cum.  He
slowly pushed his cock head down until it was pressing against my lips.  I
still hadn't convinced myself that I was going to suck his cock.  He pushed
his hand up and down on his shaft and forced some more pre-cum out the end
of his cock.  My tongue reacted on its own as it flicked itself between my
lips and gathered up the pre-cum.  Mr. Wilson noticed as he pushed his cock
harder on my lips.  When I opened my mouth the head of his cock popped
inside and I froze for a second.  Slowly I started rolling my tongue around
his cock as I enjoyed the musky taste of his man meat.
	Mr. Wilson moaned as he reached down and placed his hand on the
back of my head.  He started telling me where to lick and how to suck that
made him feel good.  He told me when my teeth were hurting him and how to
correct it.  A couple of times I pulled his cock out of my mouth when I had
pushed it too far in and almost gagged.  Mr. Wilson sat up a little higher
and asked me if I wanted to learn how to take it all down my throat.  I
really didn't answer him but at that time I bobbed my head up and down
which he took as an answer.
	He started telling me to take as much of his cock into my mouth
until it was at the back of my mouth.  He had me practice swallowing while
he kept his cock in place.  Nothing was happening so I figured that was all
there was too it even though I had not taken anymore of his cock.  He told
me to swallow again and as I did he pushed his cock forward as he pulled my
head down on his cock.  At first I thought I was going to gag but he told
me to continue to swallow which I did.  He was rapidly pumping his cock
into my throat as he held my head in place.  I felt his cock go deep in my
throat but had no idea how far until I opened my eyes when I felt his pubic
hair against my nose.
	Mr. Wilson released his hold on my head and I slowly pulled his
cock out of my throat.  I sat there staring at his nine inches of thick
meat and wondering how I had taken all of it without gagging or at least
choking on it.  Mr. Wilson said I should try it without any help from him.
I looked up at his grin as I started sliding the cock back into my mouth.
When the head touched the back of my mouth I took a quick swallow and
pushed my head forward.  His cock kept going down my throat as I felt it
stretching it wider and wider.
	When my nose was again in his pubic hair Mr. Wilson started rubbing
my head and moaning.  He told me to pick up the pace so he could get some
relief.  I bobbed slowly at first but soon learned that I could go much
faster as long as I was doing the moving.  Mr. Wilson grunted a couple of
times as I felt his cock swell in my throat.  For a second I thought it was
going to get stuck because of the size of the head.  When it exploded, I
first wasn't sure what I was feeling as the warmth slid down my throat.  As
Mr. Wilson's body jerked the head was pulled out of my throat and filled my
mouth with the next couple of volleys.
	The taste was so much stronger than before and I was swallowing it
all as his cock started going soft.  I took the head in my mouth and placed
my hand on the shaft making sure I milked all the cum out of it that I
could.  Mr. Wilson leaned back and moaned a couple more times while I
cleaned his cock.
	Mr. Wilson sat up and told me to go fix both of us a good drink and
to be sure and not forget the alcohol.  I hopped up and was surprised to
notice that my cock was hard.  All during my sucking of his cock I had
forgotten about my own and now it wanted some attention.  I mixed the
drinks and returned to Mr. Wilson.
	He noticed my hard cock and said we needed to do something about
that.  He took his drink and in one quick gulp finished it off.  He had me
stand in front of him as he took my drink and dipped my cock into it.  The
cold drink felt almost like pain but when he sucked the cock into his mouth
the warmth was very intense.  He did this several times before he said he
had a better idea for my cock.  He handed me the drink and told me to
finish it off.  I gulped the drink down and then gasped as the alcohol had
taken my breath.
	Mr. Wilson pulled his legs up beside him and rolled back as far as
he could on the sofa's edge.  He told me that if I wanted to fuck him I had
to first eat his asshole out.  I glanced down and at first could only see a
lot of hair in the crack of his ass.  He spread his cheeks and I noticed
the little pink eye of his asshole, as it appeared to wink at me.  I was
having second thoughts about eating out his asshole but he started fondling
my cock with his foot.
	I dropped to my knees and placed my face next to his ass.  The same
musky smell I had encountered before filled my nose.  I closed my eyes and
licked at his asshole.  The taste was not as repulsive as I thought it
would be so I slowly licked around his asshole.  He told me to spread him
open and push my tongue inside if I wanted to fuck him.  I did as he said
and enjoyed the warm feeling of his asshole as it clamped down on my
tongue.  I started forcing it in and out as rapidly as I could, which
caused a moan from Mr. Wilson.
	I pulled myself up and lined my cock up with his ass.  He looked
down at me and said he was ready.  As my cock was forced inside his asshole
he tensed up and I noticed the pain that showed on his face.  He took
several quick breaths and told me to go ahead.  I started pushing my cock
all the way in and then pulling it almost out before starting over again.
After a few strokes I realized I could fuck at any speed.  I started
pumping harder and harder and noticed that his cock was fully erect again.
I yelled out as my cock spilled it's cum in Mr. Wilson's asshole.  I looked
up at him thinking he might be mad but he was grinning at me and said it
felt great didn't it.  I nodded my head as I leaned down on his hairy
stomach and chest.  He held me there for a few seconds and then started
pumping his cock against my smooth belly.
	I raised myself up and asked him if he wanted me to suck his cock
again but he said he had another place he wanted to put his cock.  At first
I was sure he was talking about up my ass but when I looked at the size of
his cock I knew there was no way he could get it up my little ass.  He
grinned at me and said he would be right back as he went to the kitchen.
When he returned he handed me a large glass and told me to drink it down.
He left the room and I watched him walk away, as his large body covered in
hair looked like it should never have to be covered to keep warm.
	I took another large gulp of the drink and could tell he had put
very little coke in it at all.  When he returned he was carrying a small
tube and his cock was still standing out from his body.  He told me to
finish the drink so we could get started.  I took a deep breath and
finished off the drink.  He took the drink and then had me move off of the
sofa.  He lay down and had me move on top of him with my ass near his head.
I spread my legs as he started licking my asshole, which surprised me at
first.  His tongue wasted no time as it darted inside my asshole.  I
couldn't believe how much it hurt and felt so good at the same time.  He
continued to work my asshole over with his tongue
	I could tell my asshole was opened wider as his tongue continued to
move in and out with ease.  The pain was all but gone and I could feel my
cock as it started to grow again.  I was paying attention to my cock when I
felt the sharp pain that Mr. Wilson's finger was causing in my asshole.  My
ass had clamped down on his finger and he wasn't moving.  The pain eased a
little as I relaxed and he started pumping his finger inside me.  After a
little while a second and third finger was entered into my asshole with the
same results.
	I had just started to really enjoy his fingers when all at once he
rolled over and dumped me on the sofa.  He looked at me and said that it
might get rough for a little while but in the end I would enjoy it.  He
pulled me down on the floor and placed me on the thick rug in front of the
fireplace.  As he pulled my legs above my head he placed his weight on me
as he reached for the tube he had brought with him.  He had me grab myself
behind my knees and pull myself up so that my ass was sticking up toward
him.
	He squirted some of the lube up my ass and tossed it across the
room.  He lowered his body on top of mine and I quickly noticed he had me
pinned where I couldn't move.  He took his cock and rubbed it up and down
my ass crack until my little hole was wanting more than the rubbing.  He
placed the head of his cock just at the entrance of my asshole then looked
right at my face as he made a quick thrust of his hips.
	My mouth flew open even before I knew why as the pain hit me.  His
cock was causing more pain than the three fingers were.  I started
screaming and telling him it hurt too much and begged him to pull it out.
He halfway grinned and said it was too late to turn back as he thrust his
hips again.  More of his cock forced its way inside me and I was sure he
was ripping me apart as the pain had my stomach muscles in knots.  I wanted
to scream and I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks as he refused
to let up.  Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore he thrust one
last time and then lay still on top of me.
	His cock was buried all the way inside me and it felt so large.  He
grinned down at me and asked if it was feeling any better yet.  I grunted
that it still hurt and he said to just relax and a few minutes I would be
begging for it.  I didn't believe him as he started pumping real slow
inside me.  I noticed the pain was beginning to ease off and there was a
warm feeling spreading throughout my ass and balls.  He moved once and my
cock jumped as it felt like electrical shock waves flew through my balls
and cock.
	When I looked up at Mr. Wilson he grinned and said that he bet that
felt good.  I grinned at him and asked him if he could do it again.  He
made a couple of thrust and my cock jumped each time.  He said it now was
time to really fuck.  He raised himself up off of me and started pulling
his cock almost completely out of me and then ramming it home again.  I
could tell by the look on his face that he was really enjoying himself and
from the way my cock was throbbing I was definitely loving it.
	I reached up and rubbed Mr. Wilson's hairy chest as he became
completely soaked with sweat.  I heard Mr. Wilson yell out as I grabbed his
tits and squeezed just as my cock erupted between us.  The orgasm was great
but the continues fucking in my ass while I was loosing my cum was beyond
belief.  My asshole was squeezing his cock as he drove it home.
	Mr. Wilson said that was what he wanted to see as he continued to
fuck me.  He would fuck me hard until I would cum and then slow down for a
few minutes while he fucked me slow.  Once my cock would pulse he would
start fucking me hard again.  He was able to keep this up for a good
fifteen minutes and I had cum at least four times.
	Mr. Wilson pulled out of me and stood up as he grabbed my arm.  He
placed me on the back of the sofa face down and without warning me rammed
his cock back in my ass.  The initial thrust hurt like hell but soon
disappeared as he was ramming into me hard and fast.  He was moaning and
grunting as he called me all kinds of dirty names.  He started telling me
what a tight boy pussy I had just before I felt his cock swell and unload
his cum inside me.  My asshole was hurting from the rough fucking but his
hot cum spreading throughout my asshole was soothing and I relaxed as I
felt the warmth spread from deep inside me and along his cock before
dripping out of my asshole.
	Mr. Wilson had spread himself on top of me and the warmth coming
from his body was great.  I could smell the musk and sweat as it rolled off
of his body onto mine.  Mr. Wilson said it was time the two of us took a
bath and maybe enjoy each other some more.
	As we headed to the bathroom the phone rang and Dad was on the
other end.  He told me that the weather had gotten bad and he couldn't make
it back to the lodge tonight.  He wanted to know if I was going to be all
right by myself with Mr. Wilson.  Just at that moment I watched a drop of
cum roll out of Mr. Wilson's cock and hit the floor.  I was wishing I was
where I could have licked it up and remembered I was on the phone so I told
Dad that Mr. Wilson had changed since he got his deer.  Dad told me he
would call the next day and let us know when he would be able to make it
back up to the lodge.