Date: Tue, 18 Aug 2020 21:49:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Mike Austin Subject: GAY/INCEST "BROTHERS GO HUNTING" Chapter 1 BROTHERS GO HUNTING by Mike Austin nasstop@yahoo.com Dear Nifty reader. Authors enjoy your feedback, so if you will, please take a moment to share your thoughts, ideas and feedback. ALSO, please remember Nifty.org if you can make any donations. They deliver a real benefit to all, and especially in these days of pandemic and to shut-ins around the world. The donation details appear on the site's home page. Thanks JDW for the edit and creative assist. I. Brothers Jim and Ed, drove 4 ½ hours to the camp; a deer lease in South Texas they'd been going to since their Uncle Bill had first taken them when they were 12 and 14, respectively. Now at 30 and 32, they'd used the camp and associated hunting lease for their annual ritual and escape from their routines the last 18 years. Both married and divorced twice, had Come Out and now just hung out together. Both guys were 6' 200# dark blonde curly haired studs, who never got enough sex when it was on, but had grown to prefer each other for a range of sexual attitudes. The lease had a one room 20'x20'cabin and built-in "john" so at least there was never a need to cross the yard late at night, alert for any animals, when they needed to pee. The cabin walls had one window each to promote cross-ventilation and was built of hardiplank and aluminum studs for durability. A large Ben Franklin-style stove for heat and cooking stood in the corner by the door to the john and at the end of the room a large double sink for washing up and food prep. A pair of stacked bunk beds, enabled the cabin to sleep four, and in the center of the room was a large round table and 4 chairs. Hanging over the table was a huge deer-antlered light fixture. The floor was thick plank boards and a mat of "Astroturf" to break the cold and dampness as well as provide some cushion against the hard flooring. A rigged shower included a simple shower head outside in the corner of the john and the exterior cabin wall over a pallet, placed over gravel for drainage away from the cabin. As usual, when they arrived after the long drive to South Texas, they unloaded the Jeep, stowed their gear in the cabin, prepped the brick fire pit to get heated for some supper, chicken, steaks and baked potatoes tonight, and opened the cooler of iced brews and began their serious beer guzzling. The guys took this time to reflect on the many years and good times at the cabin. Uncle Bill was no longer able to drive down alone, to meet them, and their cousins. Bill's two sons, Mitch and Mike were usually off and preoccupied with their own families. The boys were 2 years younger than Jim and Ed at 28 and 30. The last time all 4 had met at the cabin was 2 years ago. Jim reflected on that trip and added "remember Mitch on all 4s takin' Mike's dick while we each plugged his mouth til he shot hands-free?" The guys chuckled and groped themselves as past cabin stories filled the night air. The stillness muffled the Hwy 77 road noise about 12 miles east. The fading colors of the far sunset were mere wisps against the darkening sky. Soon the ½ moon and stars would be clearly visible, the grilled food ready to be eaten. Jim turned the potatoes over, then stood beside the fire taking a leak as he recalled that time when he was 16, first trip he'd driven down after getting his license. Jim then recalled that was the same trip Uncle Bill had taken a room with his boys at that Super 8 back on the hwy, leaving us at the cabin. The guys just high-fived each other and laughed aloud, recalling how they had their first sex at the cabin that night. After a few more gropes and brews, the guys ate their steaks and potatoes, leaving the chicken for Saturday night. By 9:30 they were both tired from the drive and unpacking, eating and the large pack of beer they consumed and made their way to their bunks and crashed. About midnight, Jim woke to pee and found his older bro naked and sprawled out across the other lower bunk. When he returned, Ed was still sprawled open and snoring. Jim took the liberty of beginning to jack his dick, recalling the days as young teens when they'd take turns jackin at a bowl in the bedroom at home to see who could land the most number of cumshots in the bucket. Here they were both adults and Jim was still up for that cumshot-in-the-bowl game. This time there was no bowl so he just shot across Ed's naked chest and went back to his own bunk and crashed. Before he nodded out, he thought of the early arrival by their guide Bryan who would take them out and find Feral Hogs, the trip's hunting goal. Bryan was one hot fucker, even at 45 he was a fit tough kicker and made no bones about fucking any and everything with a hole. The three of them had partied and played off and on over the years on more than one trip to South Texas. The guys were always happy to get Bryan's dick, as were both their cousins Mitch and Mike. Bryan was your full-service guide for sure. He was easy on the eyes, with that 6'4" black haired-blue eyed, 5 o'clock shadowed face and furry chest. That 9" piece of meat was nothing to ignore either, but more on that later. Jim and Ed are both built alike, played baseball in high school and college, remain fit and work out 4-5 days/week. Their dicks hang to the left and are 8x6 cut, with big heads, extremely veiny and heavy ball bags. Each has plugged Mitch and Mike, their cousins and Uncle Bill. Yep, they subscribe to the motto, the family that plays together, stays together... No one ever admitted to Uncle Bill doing anything with his own boys, but Bill certainly knew his nephews very well and that they and his boys had tied it on more than once beyond mere teenage explorations. Bill and his wife had divorced when their boys were 10 and 12 and while she remained in their lives, she remarried and began a new family a few years later, had 2 girls and a boy, all three of whom are gay. She's very modern in her own thinking and never rejected her new children for being gay. Her new husband Curt, was another story though and had become more an alcoholic as their lives evolved. He claimed or blamed his drinking on having 3 gay kids, but the truth is that he may have had gay emotions and identity problems of his own that led to his alcoholism? The family moved out of Texas and Curt ended up in Norway, working on an offshore rig while his family settled into living in Bergen several years ago. The two families saw little of each other after the move and Mitch and Mike, had planned a trip to Norway to visit their mom and ½ siblings this coming Summer. But I digress, the Summer is still 5 months away and Mitch and Mike have more than a few "experiences" to explore; at the cabin, that Super 8 Motel, and on the road, with Jim and Ed, Bryan the guide and we'll have to see if that hunky Game Warden Jeff plays in the future as well. 2 a.m. flashed on the clock and Ed stirred awake to go pee himself and rubbed his hand across the dried cum splatters on his chest. The crispies were sprayed at an angle he knew couldn't be his own and grinned a bit as he glanced at his sleeping brother and smiled again, now knowing the source. Their guide Bryan, would arrive for coffee about 3:30 and Ed realized after a piss, he had time to make a cummy mess of his own, before Jim woke or Bryan arrived on the scene. Ed settled into a slow grab and squeeze, grab and squeeze, with his right hand, not really jackin, just edging and building the flow, then relaxing the hardon before edging it back up. He used his left hand to lick his palm, before rubbing the wet palm across his head, making it bulge and the pre-cum flow in volume. The more he right-hand squeezed, the faster he left-hand palmed his dick head until the steady stream of pre-cum thoroughly coated his hand. This continued for a while then he used his lefty to tug his balls down, stretching his bag toward his knees, working up that astounding ball ache in his back, his abs and the soft egg-sized jewels that were his balls. The right hand torment of squeeze and grab, grab and squeeze persisted, becoming more and more rapid and closer to release. Ed clenched his glutes and drove them into the thin pad of a mattress on his bunk, shoving his glutes against the resistant platform and now aiming his hardon south toward his knees as he worked his low hangers in the same direction with his other hand. Milking his balls, grabbing and edging his dick was about to be productive as Ed's breathing grew faster and faster. His eyes closed, his dick and ball routine kicked into hyperjack and he imagined Jim standing beside his bed, jacking that fucking pole of his as he shot across Ed's sleeping chest. That flashed image was all it took and Ed shot cum load after cum load across his chest, his left shoulder and onto his face as he tried to catch the cummy aerosol sperm spray in his mouth or on his tongue. Finished, he rested and was quickly alerted by "Nice bro, VERY NICE ED" and turning his head to Jack, saw his brother's hardon being flailed proudly in mid air. Both brothers beamed as they now worked to dress and get their gear and coffee ready in advance of Bryan's arrival.