Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2018 09:56:21 -0700 From: Dave Anonymous Subject: Helping Hunter 1 Hey guys! Standard warnings here, leave if you're not legal, if this is illegal in your area, if you're offended by this, etc. This story will eventually have elements of raunch, including musk, piss, feet, spit, etc. It won't be the main focus, but it will be incorporated into the smut later in the story, if another part is wanted. If you don't like that, then this one might not be for you. If you have any questions, comments, criticisms, or concerns, then contact me at . By the way, for context, this story takes place in Kentucky. This story is based off of a few people I've known mishmashed together, but the situation is entirely fictional. Any semblance to a person, living or dead, is unintentional. Mostly. -------------------- The raucous surroundings of the schoolbus filled my senses, irritating me. I was riding the bus home after a long day of school, and I really didn't feel like listening to kids screaming. I had a slight headache, and some elementary schooler had thrown something, causing the driver to pump the brakes. I lurched in my seat, muttering. I hated this damn thing. What kind of driver slams the breaks on a back road? The only thing that made me it bearable was my group in the back, my one bit of joy in an otherwise bleak experience. There were four of us, including myself. There was me, Bradley, Jordan, and Hunter. Bradley was a slinder guy, 17, dusty blonde hair, and around 5 foot 10. Jordan was a bit taller, 17 as well, with a growing beard and beer belly. My name is Blaine, and I had just recently turned 16. I was the youngest in the group, but I got along just well with everyone else. I was about 5 foot 6, 150 pounds of equal muscle and fat. I had dark brown hair that I kept trimmed decently. We were all decent looking dudes, at least to my standards, but Hunter... maaan, Hunter. Was he something else. Easily 6 foot, with wide shoulders and a slight beer belly like Jordan. Hunter's arms were thick, more muscular than the rest of us, a testament to his more rigid excercise regiment. They weren't pure muscle though, still looking thick with a little bit of fat from a life of leisure. He was a ginger with a not quite shaved head, but still pretty short. He had a growing mustache, a round jaw, freckles, and a pair of sunglasses, usually color-reflecting sports ones, covered his eyes most of the time. He was 19 at the time, but still a Junior like me. He wasn't very book smart, but he was still determined to graduate. He usually wore shirts with the sleeves cut off, his thick arms allowed to air openly. His pants of choice were jeans, like the rest of us. But his usually had remnants of dirt and sweat, occasionally semen, which he always just adressed with a coy grin. He wore the same pair of dirt covered boots most days, but I rarely caught him wearing some old athletic sneakers. His body was peppered with an assortment of tattoos, ranging from a confederate flag, a rose spreading up one of his arms, a doe and buck kissing in the shape of a heart, and his mom's name on the back of his neck. All around he was a stunner, and I would have given anything to have just one night to do whatever the hell I wanted with him. As the driver pressed the brakes to the next spot, Bradley yawned and stretched his arms out, making all of us look to him. "So, what's the plan for tonight?" Jordan spit into a bottle, chewing tobacco stuck under his lip. "Well, I'm probably just gonna stay home. Unless there's any parties y'all know of." "Not that I know of. Last few got busted. Everyone's a lil spooked right now," I answered back. Hunter let out a small chuckle and a grin. "Oh I've got plans." He motioned to his crotch, making pumping motions with his hands and hips, his ass raising off and hitting the seat. Jordan laughed heartedly. "Jerkin off?" Hunter's grin widened. "No! I'm gettin some!" Hunter turned his head, licked his lips, then turned back. "I've got too many options to be usin' my damn hand." Had it been anyone else, most dudes would have rolled their eyes. Men brag about getting pussy all the time. It's what we do. But we knew for sure that Hunter gets laid consistently. Word spreads fast in small towns. Chances are, Hunter had filled at least one girl you knew with his cock. "Fuck, she's gorgeous. She's coming down from Lexington. Got these massive tits, and her pussy looks just prime. Nice ass, too." Bradley laughed from across the aisle. "Now what does her ass have to do with it? Good luck getting any girl to do anal. You'll have to pull a queer." I just sat and tried not to blush, laughing along with the guys as Hunter described how he had met this girl on some hookup app, and how she had said he could take a video, all in vivid detail. I wished in my head that I was this girl, imagining all the ways Hunter could use me. A tent formed in my jeans. "Damn, Blaine! You getting jealous?!" yelled Jordan, sending him and Bradley into a howling laughter. Hunter just smirked. "Y-yeah..." Yeah, I was jealous. But not why they probably thought I was. I looked up at Hunter, a full blush on my face. He just stared back, that shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. Slowly, the bus pulled to another stop, and Hunter rose, slinging his mostly-empty backpack on. "Well y'all, I'll tell ya how it went. And I'll see how the video turns out." He walked off the bus, throwing up a hand as a goodbye as he stepped onto his dirt driveway, making his way up, adjusting his crotch as he walked. Bradley got up and filled in the missing back seat where Hunter had been. He sighed. "Damn, I don't know how he pulls off so much pussy. I can barely get em when they're drunk." Jordan sighed in agreement, spitting into his bottle again. We made small conversation until I had to get off. I made my way inside and finished my day. ------------ In the middle of the night, I got a notification on my phone, the screen illuminating my room. I squinted, rubbed my eyes, and picked up my phone. It was a text from Hunter. "Dude can you come over? im pissed rn" I yawned, typing my response with one hand. "yeah whats up its late as hell" "Just come ill tell you when you get here" I rolled my eyes, pulling on my jeans as I read the texts. Shouldn't he be fucking right now? He was known for stamina, so I wouldn't be surprised if he was still going. Whatever, a friend in need is a friend in need. ----------- I pulled into his driveway, hopped out, and went inside. The door was unlocked. Hunter was sitting on the couch in his small living room, wearing the same shirt from earlier and a pair of camo briefs that accentuated his fat bulge. "Hey dude. What'da you need? It's like 1:30." Hunter just scowled, sipping a beer. He sighed, and looked at me as I went and plopped beside him. "Stupid bitch stood me up. Said she "just couldn't make it". Probably just some queer pretending to be a girl." I itched the back of my head. "Ah, sorry dude. Has to suck." Hunter just continued his frown, sipping more beer. "And I'm still all excited. How you gonna get someone horny and then bail on em?" He shook his bulge as he talked, crudely adding expression to his speech. I held my blush. "Damn... yeah, must suck." I repeated myself, really unsure of what to say, and not really sure why i was here. "I need to get off. Gettin blue balls from this shit." His eyes shifted around the room, and I felt nervous. "Uh... why couldn't you tell me this through text?" Hunter belched loudly and stretched his arms, revealing his hairy pits. "Because I wanted a jerkin off buddy!" Hunter grinned, seemingly dropping his previously frumpy attitude. "E-excuse me?" I was taken aback, sweat forming on my forehead. "Yeah! Come on man, it's fun! Me and Jordan do it all the time!" He shoved his hands down his front, already massaging his growing bulge. It didn't seem like he was joking, and I didn't want to pass on the oppurtunity. Without saying anything, I slowly unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants while watching him, my jock revealing itself. I pulled my cock out and began jerking slowly, afraid to get too hard too fast. Hunter did the same, revealing his cock. It was fat. And I mean fat. At least as thick as my wrist. It wasn't incredibly long, but it was a good 7 inches. His balls were massive too, each one nearly as big as my palm. "Damn dude!" Hunter smirked and slapped his fat rod on his palm, his meat making a crude smacking sound. "Now you get why I get pussy?" Hunter stroked his stiff rod, spitting a massive glob on it for lube. I did the same on my average sized cock, slowly pumping it, avoiding staring at his cock for too long. Hunter still noticed my glance. "You got something you wanna say, Blaine?" I just turned my head and blushed, making Hunter laugh. I quietly tugged on my dick, trying to think about something else, when Hunter suddenly placed his hand on my cock. I turned to him as he grabbed my hand and placed it on his dick. "It'll make it better for both of us. Just pretend I'm a chick." The only thing about that was neither of our hands were particularly feminine. We continued pumping eachother, my hand not fully wrapping around his massive dick. "Ya wanna try something else? Cus you ain't gettin me off with those baby hands." He grabbed me by the head, pushing me into his cock, his voice lowering to a growl. "I know you want it. I see the way you look at me. I won't tell no one." Shaking in pleasure and shock, I widened my mouth, his hand still pumping my wet cock. I wrapped my mouth on to the massive tip, his spit mixing with mine. Slowly lowering my head, he grunted, pumping up into me. "I ain't lookin for lovin. Just let me fuck your mouth!" I picked up the speed, my mouth sliding all the way to the base, lips spread wide around his wrist-thick prick. I started bobbing up and down as fast as I could, spittle sliding around his cock as he jerked mine. "Fuck yeah!" Hunter whistled, letting go of my cock and grabbing my head for complete control. "Damn you're good!" I started groaning, trying to suck his cock completely dry. Without warning, he grunted, grabbing my head and pumping it up and down, spittle flying as I gagged. "Mmmf!" I groaned as my face was slammed into his musky balls, their natural sweaty smell filling my nose as he face fucked me. Nearing climax, he moaned and shoved me all the way down, pressing my face into his crotch. I gagged as he came, a massive load squirting down my throat and oozing out around my stretched lips. After a little bit, he let me go, my head pulling up, cum sputtering out as he panted. His dick was coated with a thin layer of cum and spit, but most of it had been swallowed or was running down my face. "Damn you give good head!" Hunter stroked his still rock-hard member as I caught my breath. "You up for more?" --------- Part 2?