Date: Tue, 13 Jul 2021 15:12:01 +0100
From: Fox Emerson
Subject: The Hunt Part 3

The Hunt Part 3

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The sun's disappearing rays filtered through bush and trees across the
large open space, and silhouetted the three fucking men.

From Andrew's vantage point, he could see one of the men bent over, with
his head about level with another man's waist. Even from his distance, he
could tell that he was sucking the dick. The momentum being propelled by
the man who fucked him.

There was a serenity in the scene that slowed Andrew. Normally, if others
were in midst union when he stumbled upon them, Andrew would give them
privacy. But these guys were in a group, and that usually was a free for
all, but not only that, there was something about this particular trio that
was mesmerising.

The guy in the middle was fit; even at that distance, he could see there
was a lot of muscle and definition, and while his face was buried between
the man's thighs, Andrew could tell that he was in his early twenties.

Instead of walking in the direction he'd been heading in, he detoured
slightly and towards the trio for a closer look.

The big guy in the rear who was fucking the young guy was beefy; gentle and
burly, in a way that was both masculine and slow, as though savouring it
all. The way his hands gently held the guy's waist as he rammed his dick
into him. Andrew didn't get too close, but enough to see the guy getting
blown was Indian, and cute, with a euphoric smile and appreciation towards
the guy doing the fucking, because clearly the momentum meant the boy doing
the sucking was having to suck deeper.

In light-blue shorts and a plain white tee, because of the nicer weather,
Andrew felt his dick stir, but instead of moving closer, he smiled and
continued to the east and on with his exploration.

Near a tree where he once fucked a bear, he found two older guys making
love on a blanket in its shadow. He watched them with longing, but
continued on his journey. They were unconcerned with his passing and he
left them to their love making.

Beyond that knoll, in a group of trees that were thicker, and often a
little more shaded and somewhat darker, he found several men cruising each
other.

Like hunters and game, they evaded each other from a distance, continuously
searching and hunting for the perfect catch. Evaluating each other with
hope, but often averting their gaze with a little disappointment and keenly
searching for something better.

Andrew skirted this heavily wooded area and keenly scouted the few men he
could see from the perimeter, opting for a casual scan rather than a more
committed search.

A ginger-haired man with a strong jawline did a double-take when Andrew
walked past and smiled, then turned more fully to face him. The hope in his
eyes vanished when Andrew gave him barely a glance, and continued in his
own direction. Further along, as the woods thinned slightly, he saw a large
group in action around a fallen tree.

What was under the tree had attracted a diverse group of men, ranging from
older and chubbier, to young and slim. Like a pack of rabid dogs, the older
men crowded around a young boy being spit-roasted over the log by two fit
and muscular men. Andrew studied them both with appreciation. Enough for
him to slowly edge towards the group.

The men in the group surrounding those engaged were either wanking or
trying to grope those in the centre. A large Italian looking guy
butt-fucked the young boy with ferocity, while a blonde guy got his dick
sucked. The guy being spit-roasted was black, and when Andrew stepped
closer, and was able to peer between the surrounding group, he saw that he
was right, though the boy was only lightly tanned, so possibly mixed race.

It was horny to watch these guys at it with a mixture of men surrounding
them engaged in so many ways. It was a large orgy of participants that were
made up of small groups. On closer inspection Andrew realised that another
trio of older guys were at it next to them, and they had their own small
crowd, with some guys turning to watch both as if watching a tennis match
with their dicks in their hands.

Two guys to his left began kissing, and groping each other, then after a
few more seconds of intense passionate kissing, they walked off to find
some privacy.

An older guy to his right turned and saw Andrew and immediately put his
hands out to grab Andrew's crotch, but Andrew swivelled away and moved away
from the group, opting to venture to find what he was looking for.

The older guy took that as a cue to follow Andrew, which made Andrew
quicken his step. After reaching a small path and lightly jogging up the
hill, he looked back and saw the older guy was matching his pace. Andrew
shook his head and waited until he crested that small hill. As soon as he
came down the other side, he sprinted off towards another clump of bushes,
and directly to the centre of it. When he looked back, he saw he'd lost the
guy, but he still quickened his step and moved farther away from where he'd
last seen the guy.

Slightly out of breath, and keeping an eye on the uneven ground, he
collided with Paul.

The handsome man appeared as startled as Andrew.

"Oh..." Paul began, looking past Andrew as though seeing something, then
back at him. "How... um, are you?"

Andrew glanced over his shoulder and saw the older guy had found him and
was slowly advancing on Andrew, apparently wary, but not undeterred by
Pau's uniformed presence.

"Oh...hey Paul...it's great to see you too..." Andrew looked behind him,
then back at Paul, with a nervous smile.

Paul, in a grey short-sleeved shirt and matching shorts, with an insignia
on both sleeves, said, "Is that guy bothering you?" Paul had apparently
read Andrew's expression well.

Andrew shrugged. "It's okay. He'll get the hint eventually."

Paul stepped aside and took one step towards the stalker, and raised his
hand. The gesture indicated quite fiercely that the man should move on.

When Andrew looked back, the older guy was walking away, with his head
bowed.

Andrew looked down, and shuffled his feet. "Thanks."

"No probs. How's things?" Paul repeated, with a big smile, but his eyes
were questioning.

"Good, well...it's been an interesting time. I'm sorry I never messaged you
back..."

"Don't worry about it," with a gesture similar, but not as aggressive as
the one he'd given the older guy, he waved the apology away as though it
didn't matter. "I get it."

Andrew studied Paul a bit more, then stepped slightly closer. This made
Paul widen his eyes and lean away a little as though fearful.

But Andrew put a hand on Paul's shoulder. "No, you don't. It's not what you
think..."

Paul looked away, appearing uncomfortable with Andrew's intense tone and
gaze and so close to his face.

But Andrew continued, "My wife and I are separating. Things have
been...confusing. I've temporarily moved away, while we....um, you
know...decide what to do a little more long-term."

Paul's gaze returned to Andrew, and this time his eyes softened, even if
only for a moment.

Andrew continued, "I wanted to explain that it was a tough time, and that
you helped me realise that I was living a lie."

As if indifferent, Paul looked away again, but when his eyes automatically
returned to study Andrew, he could see that Paul was anything but.

"I'm sorry to hear about your situation. It's okay, I do understand. You
don't owe me an explanation," Paul reiterated.

Exasperated, Andrew added. "I'd like to...explore some more. But slowly."

Paul was in the process of nodding, and smiled, but when he looked back at
Andrew, he realised that he wasn't talking about the location and the
numerous men around them.

"Oh," this time, Paul looked hopeful as he continued to study Andrew.

Andrew leaned in, and kissed Paul on the lips.

Paul appeared startled by it, but his body language showed he'd relaxed
considerably. Though Paul said nothing at first, instead opting to watch
Andrew, as though awaiting further instructions. Eventually, he said, "so,
how's the ankle?"

Andrew looked down, and as though to prove it he lifted his foot and shook
it. "Fine."

"Wow. That healed really fast."

Andrew smiled. "Well, it has been a few weeks."

Paul nodded. "I guess it has."

Then Andrew added. "So, I'll be around, maybe we can meet up a bit
later...if you want."

Paul smiled. "I'd like that." Then, after a moment's awkward pause, he
looked away, then added, "I guess I should make the rounds, and make sure
everyone's safe."

Andrew nodded, and said nothing, but a look passed between them.

When Paul wandered off, Andrew waited a few more seconds before turning. As
he turned, Paul turned to smile back at him, so Andrew gave him a wave and
a nod.

He walked the remainder of the way to his campsite, and checked his food,
which was ready. It was dinner time, so he pulled out his bowl and scooped
out several ladles of the stew that had been brewing all afternoon.

Andrew drank two beers, and savoured the fading light, while tendrils of
smoke lazily drifted up and away, and birds chirruped and sung to one
another among the surrounding trees.

An hour later, when the darkness fully descended on the grounds, Andrew
buried his fire to extinguish it and put his items away. He then packed
away his deck chair and food storage containers in his Ute, which was just
a short stroll away. Though he looked up and nodded as though confirming to
himself that it wouldn't rain anyway.

With his campsite clear and the dim lamps lighting up the pathways, he set
off. He knew the terrain well, especially as he booked the same campsite
spot each time.

Silhouettes between the trees became distinguishable as he passed, as men
in various stages of sex played. He smiled when he saw a guy was obviously
sucking another guy, and in the next bank of trees over, another being
fucked against the tree, with no details visible, and just silhouettes.

After a day of watching so many acts of sex, Andrew put his hands in his
pants and felt the rock-hard dick that begged for relief.

He arrived at the guard post and saw that Paul was inside, so he knocked on
the door.

Paul was holding a bowl when he opened the door.

"Hey," he looked surprised to see Andrew, "How are you?"

Andrew switched feet. "I'm good. Fancy a walk?"

Paul didn't think for too long. "Sure, I'll be just a minute." He left the
door open and rummaged inside, while Andrew savoured the fresh smell of the
woods.

Minutes later, they set off on a walk together, with some polite
conversation between them regarding the warm weather, the constant stream
of visitors to the location and how much Paul was enjoying his job.

"People assume that I get to have sex all day as part of my job, in fact
the opposite is true!"

"Are there rules for you? I mean, do your employers care if you partake?"
Andrew asked, watching Paul as they walked.

Paul thought, then said, "No, not that I'm aware of. But...I think it's
fair to say that it's more of a silent agreement that you're here to watch
over and protect people, not to treat it like a permanent holiday."

Andrew nodded. "That makes sense."

They walked through the woods, saw men having sex, heard lots of men having
sex, and passed them along the dimly lit path.

"What did you want to talk about?" Paul asked Andrew casually.

"Who says I want to talk?" Andrew said, and took Paul's arm and stepped
towards a tree just off the path.

As Paul watched him, Andrew leaned in and kissed him. Then said, "I've been
saving something up for you all day."



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