Date: Tue, 02 Aug 2022 18:50:33 +0000 From: SFWolf Subject: "Hunting With Uncle Mike" Chapter I Categories: Gay, Adult Youth, Camping, Incest, Rural The following story is is an original work of fiction, based on some actual events. The author is over the age of eighteen. This story depicts sexual situations between adult and minor males. If this context is illegal where you reside, or you otherwise find it offensive, please do not read. Move on to a more suitable story for you. If you are under the age of eighteen, do not read this story. This story is a slow-build that will unfold over multiple chapters. I welcome feedback, both positive responses and constructive criticism, at sfwolf@protonmail.com -Wolf Hunting with Uncle Mike CHAPTER 1 My father had been gone since I was about 3 years old. He found another woman who he thought would "treat him better," and he left. He's never been a part of my life since, so it's been just my mom and me ever since. We moved back to Sacramento to be closer to my grandparents and her brothers. Uncle Mike, my mom's youngest brother, was always around helping out when I was growing up. My mom wanted me to have a stable and positive male role model, and he was all that and more. He was at all of my birthdays, family events, and throughout my school years. We were only ten years apart, so we were more friends than uncle and nephew. The fall when I was 17, my mom finally allowed him to take me hunting. I'd been to the shooting range with him many times and I was a pretty good shot. But I didn't have my own gun (mom wouldn't allow it) and I'd never gone out to hunt. Mom was always nervous about hunting after an accident killed the next-door neighbor when she was 12. Now she though it was the right time: I was older, less excitable and better able to spend hours sitting in silence. I was doing well in school and a reliable performer on the JV soccer team and she wanted to reward me. When he asked if I wanted to come hunting, I was so excited! I was going on an overnight trip with just my favorite uncle! Who knows what'll happen! I'd been fantacising about him sexually ever since I started puberty and discovered masturbation. For years I'd played out scenarios about what we would do together as I yanked, imagining him slowly undressing me, then me undressing him. Him touching me, or sucking each other's cocks. Or even more, having him inside me! I immediately began engineering ways that I might see him naked, or that he might see me. The next Friday, Uncle Mike picked me up from school and took me to the local sporting goods/gun and tackle shop to buy our licenses. He had an old Jeep Gladiator painted flat Army green that I always loved riding in. "Two Residents and two Zone B deer tags," he asked the man behind the counter. I wandered away as he discussed the conditions and the hunt that year. I saw the magazine rack, and started exploring. On the top of the rack, above the hunting and gun magazines, I saw some porno mags. There were the usual: Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, and then the more specific titles like Juggz. Then I saw the male titles: Playguy, Drummer, Blueboy, Inches. I was confused: I didn't think gay guys would hang out here and buy their porn, but there it was. My heart started racing and my face felt hot. I could feel my cock hardening in my pants. I'd been thinking about guys other than Uncle Mike too, jerking off fantasising about seeing my classmates naked and screwing around with them. I really hadn't thought about girls at all. I looked around to see whether anyone was watching me. When I thought it was safe, I slowly pulled out a copy of `Men' and started paging through. As I saw the photos of naked men passing by, I was overcome with excitement. I shivered and my legs felt weak. There was a wet spot in my underwear where my dick had started to leak. I put that one away and pulled out a copy of Drummer, marvelling at the men in harnesses and leather jockstraps. That really confused me, but excited me too. I took my time and looked at each page. I could hear their conversation winding down. "You ready, Kevin?" Uncle Mike called out over the store shelves and I panicked. I wanted to take one with me, but I knew that I would never be able to buy it. I didn't want anyone to know what I was doing. I stuffed the Drummer behind the front copy of Guns and Ammo, grabbed the copy of Men, rolled it up and put it in my back pocket. Then I pulled the back of my jacket down to cover. "Yeah" I said nervously as I made my way to the front, trying as best as I could to be casual. We left the store and got back in the truck. I got away with it. As soon as I got home, I ran upstairs to my bedroom with the magazine. I had about an hour before my mom got home from work. I pulled off my pants and underwear and opened up the magazine. I got out the bottle of lotion and stiff old tube sock I hid in a shoebox under my bed. I slicked up my hand and started stroking as I turned the pages. I was so wound up I came in less than a minute. I spent the rest of the time looking at each page with total fascination, and then starting over at the beginning. In between I would jerk myself again, over and over. I'd never seen anything like this before. When I heard the key in the lock downstairs, I hid it in the manilla envelope I taped to the inside of my bi-fold closet door that summer as my private hiding place.