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  • Driving to the hunt

    • Warburg picked me up in his Chevy Avalanche right after work for a weekend of deer hunting at a mutual friend Dolphs doublewide near Binghamton, NY. He was a real mans man: 63 years old, 6 tall, white slicked back hair, mustache, barrel chested and muscled from a lifetime as a union steelworker and a healthy love of guns and the outdoors. He was always up there staying with this person or that, coming around to our place for 4:00 cocktails and perhaps dinner and a bonfire. I guess I became aware of him when I was around 15 and an habitual masturbator. Id think of everyone and anything to get off and when I got around to him, he just kinda stuck in my mind as a default fantasy when I needed to rub a quick one out.

    Anyway fast forward 20 years and I never made my feelings known to him. During the summer months hed be around in his tank tops and tight jeans and cowboy boots, showing off some rifle or other gun. Wed all shoot then drink beers and exchange bawdy talk always with the same conclusion, me beating off in the bathroom before bed.

    Driving up, Warburg said he was hungry and pulled into a crappy strip bar off the highway. The girls were predictable, but he said that they have the best burgers around so we went in. All the girls seemed to know him as we made our way back to the end of the bar. After a couple of beers and some huge burger platters Warberg offered to buy me a lap dance and I hesitantly accepted. After two songs with the bruised greasy slag, I returned the favor and sent him back with her. When he was done it was on the road again for the last hour of our drive.

    We drove for a few minutes on the dark road when Warburg cleared his throat, "That was some hooker, huh? I grunted some inane answer and he started shifting in his seat, "You know those burgers are sitting pretty heavy in me tonight, gotta loosen up the Levis a bit". And I couldnt believe it, but he undid his belt and the button and started rubbing his stomach down to the top of his dick!

    I was mesmerized, staring at the area Ive thought about for years. My mouth went dry, I felt like I was underwater. He noticed I guess and looked at me, I looked at his face and he smiled and said "its alright" and went back to driving and I went back to staring. In a few minutes he let out a sigh as if it get my attention ad began rubbing his stomach again, than he undid his other buttons, reached in and adjusted his cock so it was pointing at his belly and the head was peeking out from under the waistband. There it was clear in the red glow of the dashboard. He said it was ok if I wanted to loosen up, but I just grunted and continued my staring contest with the one-eyed monster.

    In a minute or two he asked if I wanted to touch it and I brought my right hand over the center console and touched it with my fingers. Warberg told me to lift the console and get closer. As I lifted it out of the way, he pushed his pants and underwear down and the cock lolled to semi attention. I wasnt going to let this opportunity pass by, I unhooked the seatbelt took the veiny, silky, muscled cock and put it right into my mouth. In my zeal to deep throat it, I gagged and had to come off it a little and he laughed and signed at the same time.

    "Yeah... thats good...suck that cock." he said to me. "I always knew you were sweet, you faggot cocksucker."

    I was in heaven, it tasted smelled and felt exactly as I imagined it would. There I was cruising down the road with my hot daddy at the wheel and me where I belonged, working his hard fuck pole. He grabbed my hair and pumped my head on his cock for what seemed like an hour, but was probably 15 minutes. I was humming and moaning and crying because I was so in love. I was on top of the world as his precum mixed with my spit to make a delicious drink that I lapped up like a kitten.

    He wasnt close to cumming and told me to stop, I pulled off and he started jerking off and told me that hell tell me when. In about five minutes, he pulled over and started grunting and cursing; he pulled my head back on his cock and told me to take it all. His veins and glans throbbed and he shot load after load in my willing, grateful mouth. He screamed and came and cursed and called me all kinds of names, I dutifully swallowed every drop and kept sucking as he pulled back onto the road and headed for the house.

    ***

    We pulled off the road and up the gravel and ice driveway to the 3-bedroom double-wide that served as the hunting camp during the season. It was owned by Rolphenberger or Rolphie to his friends. We drove the hundred yards to the clearing in front of the barn on the property that was there for 100 years. There were two cars already there, Rolphies white Hemi pick-up truck and another guy, Roys, F-150.

    We rolled to a stop and Warberg cut the engine. It was very quiet for what seemed like a minute before he put his hand on my thigh, looked at me and gave me a squeeze. I was still a little dizzy over the action we shared not 30 minutes ago and I wasnt sure what would happen over the next week. Would he say anything? I was edgy and needed to jerk off for some relief.

    He walked through the door first into the large, dark living room where Rolphie was up watching TV. He jumped up to greet us and help us with the gear. Rolphie was a bear of a man. 511", and about 230 with a full head of silver hair and a perpetual 5-day silver beard. Hes an ex-union guy too and you can tell by the swagger and direct tone when he talks to you. He has a barrel chest with big man boobs that he accentuates with tight union t-shirts. He was wearing an operating engineers shirt, flannel boxers and thick wool socks. He was a little hard of hearing.

    Looking over at the TV, I noticed a paused porn movie of some girl giving head and I grinned to myself.

    "So, lets get you gear away so we could have a drink," said Rolphie. We unloaded the car and while doing so, Rolphie said that Roy got the good guest room with the queen-size bed. Me and Warberg would share the third room with the full-size bed and the bunk beds.

    "Well, I get the big bed" he said with a smile. Great, sleeping in the bunks, I thought

    We got all the gear away and all the clothes and guns out for the morning and we went out for our drink. Roy was awake, he must have heard about the drinks. And we toasted while the porn ran, a blond hooker getting blasted in all her holes by big black jocks. Perfect.

    After about an hour I decided to go to bed as I was spinning from the blow job and porn and needed relief. I took a shower and thought of the cock in my mouth as I lathered my hole and jerked off. All clean and drained I dried off threw on my boxers and t-shirt and went to the room. While walking back I saw the three men laughing in the living room and looking at me as I walked by.

    About 20 minutes later Warberg finished his shower and came into the room. He was dry but covered only in a towel. Hair slicked back and tight towel showing his manhood. He closed the door, stood there and stared at me. This was the first time I saw him like this in the light, and I was super turned on. He had a much bigger upper body than I thought with a couple of tattoos and a nest of salt and pepper hair on his chest. His gold chain that I would normally think was gaudy; it really did the trick to give him a hot, daddy look.

    I stood up and he closed the distance between us, he threw his hands around my waist and kissed me. He moaned deeply as I opened my mouth to accept his tongue and I sucked it in deeply as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Our erections rubbed against on another as we ground our bodies together. I was dizzy; it felt like it did when I was a teenager getting my first kiss. It was too hot.

    He dropped his towel and that cock that I loved in my mouth only a few hours ago sprang to life like a diving board. I stepped back and he took off my shirt. I pulled the boxers off and we fell in the full bed. We continued making out as I rubbed his cock and he rubbed me all over. I felt his cool skin get warm and I just had to go down on him again.

    As I suck on his big fat cock, he reached over to the nightstand and pulled something out. I heard him pull off the lid and immediately recognized the sound of Vaseline. Funny how he knew it was in there...

    As I sucked and played with his balls he pulled a big dollop of Vaseline and pushed it up my clean, eager ass. I moaned with lust and pushed by ass against his hand and his fingers went in to smear it around. He pulled me off his cock by my hair and lubed himself up as well.

    I almost jumped off the bed and onto all fours when he told me to turn around and then the fun began. He lined up his cock, holding it in his right hand, put his left on the small of my back and pulled us together. The head went in with no problem and he pushed an inch or two more in. My ass clamped down and it hurt so he stopped and waited, putting his other hand on my waist.

    He rubbed my back and told me to tell him when I was ready, but I didnt need to say anything. After a minute or two, my ass relaxed around his cock and he pulled out a bit and drove in a few more inches. It hurt, but I was in heaven! He waited a minute more and the stroking began. First slow and shallow, then deeper and longer. I was sweating almost instantly, and knowing what I know about older men, we were there for a while.

    He pumped me with a stead rhythm and ran his hands all over my body as he moaned and grunted and cursed at me. We fucked like dogs for at least 10 minutes before I couldnt take it anymore. I needed a break. It began to feel like his cock was a plunger and my guts were being sucked out of my ass. Has this ever happened to you? I begged him to stop for a minute. I needed to move.

    He stopped and pulled his cock out of my ass. Quickly I pulled a pillow down, flipped over to my back, put the pillow under the small of my back and lifted my legs up, beckoning him to resume. He loaded a little more grease on his cock, lined it up and drove it home with one push. I rested my ankles on his shoulders, he bent over me, hands on the bed on either side of my head and pumped away while looking into my eyes.

    I moved my legs down and wrapped them around this stud as he drilled my hole and he told me to open my mouth. I opened wide and he spit in it and told me to swallow it. I did and he kissed me with lots of tongue. He was riding me like a cowboy now, looking into my eves and muttering curses the whole time. He called me bitch, faggot, whore punk, pussy... It made me dizzy. The more he fucked me the more I moaned softly and begged him to fuck me.

    "Beg for it, bitch...youre fuckin faggot....take it..."

    "MMMmmmmf... Aw God!!! Oh Jesus, fuck me daddy, Ow, it hurts, fuck me harder!!!" Who was this? I thought. I was becoming a cock whore, wanting it, needing it, begging for it...

    And just when I thought I was falling in love, door opened and Roy came in looking for Warberg. I was mortified! I was on my back with a cock being driven into me repeatedly and this bozo just walks in.

    Well, he was just as shocked he ran out and I loosened up again. Warberg was getting close again. He was picking up the pace, sweating like a marathoner and grunting faster and louder. With his belly rubbing so fast against my cock, I lost it right as he came into me. He long-dicked me a few times and then went shallow as he pulsed again and again.

    He started to back out and I asked him to wait a minute. He paused, pushed it all the way back in and hugged me tight. "Shit, you took it all, fuckin queer. Youll be alright this week, lots of cock up here for you." I was spent. In a while he got soft and it slid out by itself. We washed up and went to bed. We had to be up at 4:00 in the morning!

    ***

    Morning came and my alarm went off at 4:30, I did not want to get up. Warburg was up already and I could hear the others milling around the kitchen. I got up and put on my layers, boy was I sore; I could barely bend down to put on my pants. Amazingly, my ass was not sore at all, it was all the muscles around my butt, hips and legs.

    Warburg and Rolph and Roy were having coffee and eating bacon and eggs and talking about nothing when I came in. Roy looked at his food and Warburg and Rolph were nice. They offered me coffee and eggs and were poring over an area map that showed all the spots were deer were taken on the 500 acres over the past 30 years. There were blinds and tree stands all over. They were charting who would be where; there was a buddy system on the hunt. Roy and Warburg were going out together (which was surprising to me) Rolph and I were together in one of the blinds closest to the cabin.

    At 5:50 we left heading north, the other had a half-mile trek south. It took us 20 minutes to reach the blind, a burlap and branch square enclosure about 8 feet on a side with a few holes for windows and three low chairs. And a bottle to pee in so you dont have to leave while hunting. Rolph took the wicker chair and I took a stool with three legs. It was unusually warm for November on the Southern Tier, about 40 degrees and overcast. There was snow on the ground nothing due to fall. We settled in and waited for sun up. You have to be very quiet in case something is sleeping near you so we sat in silence, me thinking about the pounding I got only a few hours ago.

    The sun came up and we sat waiting. We saw lots of tracks but nothing, so we got to talking. Rolph was talking about this and that. He was a little hard of hearing, but I suspect that its just so he doesnt have to talk to people. He was fine whispering with me in the blind.

    "Nice morning, kid"

    "Yeah, quiet"

    "Its nice having people up here for the hunt, usually its just me and Warburg, and you know he can be a pain in the ass" He chuckled

    Oh shit! Did he know; did he hear? Just be cool, he didnt hear a thing. He was engrossed in his porn, theres no way my moaning was louder than the stuff on TV.

    He said, "You like porn, kid? I just saw this great DVD last night, all blowjobs and bikers and wild orgy sex. You should see it. Whats your favorite porn?"

    I didnt want to say gay porn so I said biker orgys blow job videos, etc.

    "Oh yeah? I have a collection of oral videos." He went on to name a few of his favorite porn stars and they were all guys! "Yeah, Ray Victory really gets the girls good" and "Did you ever see John Holmes?" and other weird comments like that.

    After a while, he announced he had to take a piss, which didnt surprise me, I was getting the urge myself. He got up, took the bottle and turned his back and pulled it out. After ten or so seconds there was no sound and I chalked it up to age or pee shyness. He grunted a couple of times then said that its not gonna work, "look what you did" then he turned to display his raging hardon.

    I didnt know what to do. I was stunned.

    "What do you know about this?" he asked with an evil grin.

    I was squirming in my seat. He was moving toward me and I didnt know what to. Well, I did, and it was going to happen in a second. I took my gloves off and took his fat, uncut, dripping cock in my right hand and pulled back the foreskin. I opened my mouth and took all of his six inched in one gulp. He undid the rest of his pants and dropped them to his knees and put one hand on my head and one on his own ass.

    He grunted and moaned and fucked my face while I worked his shaft and pulled him into me from behind. He was leaking precum so much I thought for a minute he came, but he DID cum relatively quickly. A series of short bursts which I swallowed greedily.

    He didnt pull out; instead he let his cock deflate in my mouth and told me to stop bobbing on it.

    "Now I have to take that piss" and he unloaded a long stream into my mouth that pulsed due to his recent orgasm. I moaned and cried with his dick in my mouth and his coffee piss streaming onto my mouth and down my throat. I gagged a few times but took it and got rock hard.

    When he was done he pulled out and got dressed and sat back down saying that this would be a great hunting season.

    ***

    I finished taking all the fluids that Rolph had to offer from his fat cock and we relaxed as he put it away and sat back down I was thinking about the act we just shared, sucking his cock to get rid of his erection so he could pee and his peeing in my mouth and he seemed very happy with himself.

    The sun was up and we didnt see any deer, of course I was looking at the wrong bush. We decided to wrap it up and head back in at around 9:00 there werent even any tracks around this particular blind and Rolph had 5 more to choose from for the rest of the hunt. Warburg and Roy were out at the other end of the acreage and while we heard some shots, nothing from their area. They would probably stay out a few more hours, it wasnt that cold, after all.

    We packed up our gear and headed off to the cabin. Once there I took off my boots and outer gear leaving on my dark gray long johns. Once there Rolph poured some coffee and settled beck into his spot on the sofa to watch some more porn. I swear, he must have 200 DVDs. This one was called IR Oral and Anal, a bunch of blondes doing a bunch of buck black guys. Rolph was having a good ole time and told me to join him on the sofa. Well, I couldnt refuse my host, so I sat down and immediately had a raging hardon.

    He tapped the cushion he was on and I slid over to him and he put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close so I was practically lying on his side. A girl as getting blasted in the ass and screaming while another guy was jerking off on her face, I was mesmerized. Rolph touched my cock with his other hand and said that I should take care of that. I dropped my long johns and immediately started stroking.

    I was in sensory overload, the morning blowjob, the porn, having this thick daddy holding me on the couch telling me how hot it was watching me pleasure myself. He grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled my head back, as it did, my mouth opened and he pulled me to him for a deep wet sloppy kiss. We both let out a moan at the same time and my cock was so hard that it hurt. His face was all scruffy and he rubbed his face all over mine,

    "Stroke it honey" he breathed and I did, slowly, firmly pulling on it like I wanted to pull it off. With his left hand he pulled my shirt up and over my head. I couldnt hold off any longer I let our a muffled cry and he told me to "cum, now." I blew a load all over my chest and whimpered a little.

    Rolph shushed me and wiped up some of the cum with his fingers and fed it to me. I sucked and licked his fingers like a starving man and he got more and more till it was almost gone. Then he REALLY impressed me.

    He licked the rest off my stomach and with it still in his mouth, stuck his cum-soaked tongue in my mouth. I sucked his tongue sweeter and wetter than I sucked his cock When It was over he sat back down with his arm around me and we continued watching the video. I had my left arm around his back and was rubbing his chest under his shirt with my right hand as blonde after blonde had their asses raped on the video.

    I dozed off with my head on his chest and he fell asleep too. We woke up an hour or so later and he suggested that we get lunch for us and the other guys. He told me to wait while he got me something to wear; I was confused and a little nervous. He came out of his room with a pair of lavender flannel pajama pants and a lavender t-shirt with "Camp Queen" written on it. I didnt want to wear it, but he said that if I was going to be the cabin slut for this hunt, Id have to dress the part. Rolph also didnt want me going out on the morning hunt either, he wanted me to get breakfast ready and take care of anyones needs and maybe hed let me go out in the afternoon. I was dizzy.

    I took the clothes and put them on and I got sandwiches ready for lunch. I felt like such a whore when the other guys came in and leered at me in my lavender uniform. Warburg was ready to go again; I could see it in his eyes. Roy laughed and said that he didnt think Id wear it.

    Warburg pointed to our bedroom and the others had big grins on their faces, Roy said he wanted a piece first and Warburg said hed have to wait I walked into the bedroom and he was right behind me unbuttoning his union jack long underwear as he walked. When he got to the room all we needed to do was slip it off his broad muscular shoulders. His thick meat was at half mast and I instinctively went down to suck it, but he had me wait as he went to pop a Viagra.

    As he was washing the pill down, Roy came in with Rolph and they sat on the bunk bed, waiting for the show. I was a little nervous when he came back in and told me to get on my knees.

    I complied and took that soft, smooth, silky knob in my mouth and began to just suck gently on the head while I ran my hands up the back of his legs and caressed his hard butt. I moaned a little as this stud came alive in my mouth and the guys watching breathed a little more deeply. I ran my hands around his hips and up his stomach and chest. Warberg was rock hard; I dont think it was the Viagra taking effect yet.

    I felt a hand on my ass, Roy was reaching over and feeling me up, I was going nuts, feeling so sexy and now wanting to put on a show. I moaned louder and stuck my ass out for him to get a good grip. He pulled his hand back and I heard him lick his finger, I pushed my ass towards him and he poked his finger in my pussy!

    Warberg told him about the Vaseline in the nightstand and he grabbed it and started lubing me up. I rolled my hips around gently as Roy lubed me up and I got a whiff of the Vaseline as he lubed his cock. He lined himself up and pushed it all the way in with one thrust. I was prepared to be ripped apart but I barely felt it...He was TINY!!! If it was 5 inched it was a lot, but he was rock hard and he developed a pretty good rhythm. He didnt last very long either he moaned and grunted in ecstasy after about 3 minutes. I felt his shot in me almost like an automatic water gun, lots of fluid and rapid shots.

    Roy pulled out and went to wash up immediately. Rolph was getting nowhere with his erection so was content to watch me blow Warburg. He moved to the edge of the bed and began feeling up my ass and finger-fucking my slightly used ass. I began to bob on the cock in time with the finger going in and out of me and soon we were all moaning.

    I looked at the wall of mirrors to the right of me and saw Warburg looking like a hot, 70s porn star: hips thrust forward, giving me as much cock as he can, one hand on my head, one on his ass, black slicked back hair, black mustache, gold chains. Hot daddy bastard.

    After a while, we got tired with the sucking and wanted some fucking. Rolph sat back on a pile of pillows on the lower bunk and Warburg lay on his back in the middle of the full-size bed. "Saddle-up" was all he said and I hopped right on him straddling his stomach and looking at him. I leaned over to kiss him as he lined us up and then sat on his manhood. It went in about halfway with relative ease and then got stuck. I sat slowly rising up a little to take more of that beautiful cock. Up and down I slowly bounced pushing it deeper each time till I was sitting on his hips and he was all the way in.

    I exhaled and began pumping him in and out, riding like a cowboy in heat Up an down I rode looking into his hot brown eyes and babbling like a whore on meth: "fuck me baby ,yeah, in me fuck me push your cock in me get me pregnant breed me fuck me..." Rolph was jerking his semi-hard cock and I looked over to him and demanded it in my mouth.

    "Cmon grandpa, get that shit up! Fuck my mouth, yeah shove it in!" He got up on the bed and, straddling Warburg, grabbed my hair and shoved it in. "Eat it bitch, you faggot pussyboy! Little bitch piss drinker, suck daddys dick!"

    Warburgs hands were on my hips as he fucked me from below and Rolph fucked my face for what seemed like a half hour Rolph screamed out first and blew a small load down my throat and my ass-fuckin daddy grabbed me hard as he pumped a new load deep in my ass.

    After they came we all lay on the bed and rested for a few minutes. We dozed off for a while and when we woke up, Rolphie told me to get supper ready. I put my lavender jammies on and skipped to the kitchen...


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