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 don't 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 it's just so he doesn't have to talk to people. He was fine whispering with me in the blind.
"Nice morning, kid"
"Yeah, quiet"
"It's nice having people up here for the hunt, usually it's 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 didn't hear a thing. He was engrossed in his porn, there's 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. What's your favorite porn?"
I didn't want to say gay porn so I said biker orgy's 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 didn't 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 it's not gonna work, "look what you did" then he turned to display his raging hardon.
I didn't 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 didn't 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 didn't 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.
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