Father-in-law Confidential - November Buck
by jordongeff2004@yahoo.com
(2nd in series)
It was a crisp, late November evening in Eastern Canada and we had just driven for over an hour through back roads to our remote hunting site - the location of our yearly hunting trip. We were worlds away from Las Vegas but the memory of my carnal knowledge of Edward was still with me. My father-in-law, Edward, a short, stocky and "tough as nails" seasoned hunter in his mid sixties, parked the truck in a tightly overgrown drive way of sorts, under cover of some trees. The rest of the way to the little cabin was always by foot, and not just because the driveway was little more than a foot path from there on in, but because, "Deer don't like the smell of a warm old pickup," at least that's what Edward would say.
The temperature hovered around freezing as we stood next to the truck. I was bundled in layers from head to toe and Edward was wearing his old camo one-piece hunting suit, which although extremely warm, was also fitting snugger than ever that year. Ed was stocky in appearance, nice and thick in the chest with a portly, "well fed" belly. He was trim around the waist and his ass was square and slim - slim from his ass down. He had the kind of "mature" physique that drove me wild with fantasies of this horny old hunter. His suit just made me all the more excited. Every time with Ed felt like the first time and this hunting trip was like a new beginning for us.
Before we got the rifles out of the gun rack Edward said, already using a hushed voice, "If you gotta go, you gotta go here by the truck. Deer don't like the smell of a man's piss."
He turned away to pee beside the truck and I turned the other way to do the same. The air was still, as if slightly stiff from the cold, and without even a ruffle of clothing I began to hear his healthy stream hitting the frosty leaves on the ground. I heard him exhale a sigh as he releaved himself and finished up, but I hadn't even managed to get my cock out from under three layers of clothing.
"You're faster than me old timer," I whispered, "Give me a minute to finish up," and finally popped my cock out and began to wiz out onto the frozen ground.
The silence was again only disturbed by the sound of my piss hitting the leaves, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed Edward looking my way as he leaned back against the truck behind me. It was peaceful out the and he loved the silence and the excitement, the anticipation of maybe a buck going home with us later.
With more fussing than I could bare I finally finished and managed to get myself tucked back in.
We gathered our gear and set off for the cabin, taking our time and trying to be as quiet as possible. You see, we had baited a spot behind the cabin with a heap of apples a few days before, and the chances of walking in on a deer having a snack were really quite high.
The excitement was invigorating and we shot each other a quick smile as we neared the cabin.
Now to call this shack a cabin may be painting the wrong picture, so let me describe it before I go on. It was a 10 by 11 foot box with a roof. One door on the front, and one small window on the back. No insulation, no protection from the cold except for getting you out of the wind, if there was any. That evening the air was still and the forest was quiet.
As we approached we could see there was no deer at the apples, so we hurried inside to settle in for the big wait. That's really what it is, no matter how you want to look at it - a big, long meditation game, waiting for something to happen. We sat down in two wooden chairs inside, specifically chosen for their solid, quiet construction. You do a fair bit of shifting in your chair as you sit, quietly, in the twilight of the cabin, looking out the window.
We sat facing each other a few feet apart in front of the window. Edward had the kill shot waiting as he sat on the side with a clear view to the apples and the stock of his rifle rested on the sill, with the barrel out the window. The idea was that you didn't want to move anything to make the shot if a buck should come into range. My view out the window was out on an opposite angle and I couldn't see the apples at all. My view was of another animal, and that was just the way I liked it anyway.
So there we sat. Some times looking at each other, sometimes glancing out the window, but mostly we sat with our eyes closed, listening.
An hour drifted by.
I opened my eyes and looked over at Edward sitting there with his eyes closed, his legs crossed at the ankles underneath his chair, with his knees spread wide, forming a nice open V. I let my eyes drink up the sight. He was a beautiful bull of a man, a little over 5,7 and stocky in all the right places. A little gray hair at the temples stuck out from under his cap. He was a rock solid bear with the belly of a man who liked to spend evenings in front of the TV watching boxing and eating crackers and cheese. The solid strength of him was only slightly overshadowed by his nice round mid section - the rest of him was as lean as a fine old buck. Still I loved the way the suit wrapped around his thighs and showed off the ample package where his thighs met his crotch. It was a sight I'll never forget.
My mind drifted back to memories of his living room, watching him sitting on the couch across the room - he was watching TV, I was watching him. There were several poses that got my juices flowing. I remember him sitting, leaning almost upright, at the end of the couch, one leg stretched out straight off the cushion onto the floor, the other was bent at the knee with his foot planted on the couch hiked up near his other knee. This pose had the effect of pulling the fabric of his light, summer chinos tight over his crotch and depending on how he moved his bent knee his ball sack would be clearly outlined and I would watch his goose egg sized balls shift and roll about as he moved on the couch. He was also a lazy-boy napper during the day. Often I would find my self home alone with him, watching him nap fully reclined in his chair while I massaged my own throbbing manhood through my pants . His thighs would push up his ball sack when his legs were pressed together and I would watch his chest rise and fall, loving the view of his cock and balls piled high at his crotch, with his gray slacks bulging in all the right places. I remembered a time in a hotel room while on a summer vacation trip to the south, waking up at four in the morning and seeing him flat on his back in the bed across the room. A single, thin cotton sheet covered his beautiful body and I watched with amazement as the sheet began to rise between his loins and in the moonlight I watched his cock harden and swing from south to north where it came to rest, pointing straight up onto his belly, like an engorged python after a hardy meal. I tried to judge the size of it - was it about the size of the telephone hand set sitting on the table between our beds? Something close to about 8 inches long and obviously thick. I jacked off in the dark hotel room wondering what it would be like to answer a call on it after the first ring and talk on it's for hours in deep, wet abandon.
I suddenly noticed my cock had become rock hard and I opened my eyes and found myself back in the cabin. My cock was fighting for space to expand beneith my layers of under garments. It was painful and uncomfortable and I reached down to rearrange my erection to allow it to extend upward. I looked up and Edward was watching and smiling, but he just slowly closed his eyes again, but the slight smile remained. I sat back again, watching him breathing, and I noticed that as his chest would rise the crotch of his suit would rise upward, ever so slightly with the rhythm of his breath. The suit was connecting everything together and I imagined what it would be like to just grab hold of that package, feel the weight of his balls and feel the density of his hidden manhood in my hands.
My cock stiffened again, but this time it was pointing straight up to my belly, and I covered it the best I could with my jacket. Watching Edward was something I could do all day long, and I had a feeling he knew. He straightened his back and stretched slightly, and as he did he brought his knees together which forced the package at his crotch to tighten into a large ball atop his closed thighs. He paused briefly in this position, opened his eyes and watched me grope him with my eyes. I looked up from his groin, smiled into his eyes and looked back again, making him aware of the focal point of my gaze. He closed his eyes again, smiled back at me and spread his knees wide again. A slight sigh escaped his lips. I could watch him do that all day and NEVER get tired of it. He knew he was a hot, old bear and I had no problem stroking his ego for as long as he'd let me.
I licked my lips as I watched his manly package fall lower at his groin, but this time the contents had shifted to one side, slightly favoring the right leg of his suit, the leg resting under the window.
CRACK!
The distinct sound of a big animal approaching though the hardwood forest behind the cabin brought me back from my fantasies. Edward's eyes flew open and his eyes grew big and round for just a moment. The excitement level was a tangible thing between us as I watched him turn his head, slowly, and look out over the apples.
"I can see him, but he's a long way off at the top of the hill.", Edward said in a voice so soft it was barely a whisper. From then on every spoken word was little more than the softest, hushed tones. This was a thrilling moment, but from my vantage point out the small open window I could see nothing.
"I can't see a fucking thing, Edward. I want to watch." I said, smiling. Now my eyes were wide, my heart was pounding and my cock was throbbing like a summer sausage on a hot griddle.
"Come on over here, stay low and do it QUIETLY.", he said, holding out his left arm to guide me next to him.
I slowly moved off my chair and inched over toward him. I got on my knees so my head was just high enough to see out the window and I rested my hands on top of his right knee to keep myself steady. I still couldn't see the deer!
"Where is he?", I mouthed, looking up at Edward.
Rather than utter a response, Edward pulled me in closer to him so that my right hip nestled in close to his groin, then he wrapped his left arm around me and guided me to straighten up my back so that my head was almost as high as his. He hunched over and guided my head with his left hand on the back of my head. Edward leaned his face in close to mine and pointed, slowly, with his right hand.
"There," he hissed. Our heads were close enough that we could speak softly and still hear each other.
"I see him."
"Awh yeah^Å a beautiful buck," Edward said and I could smell his breath, warm and sweet as he spoke, as it drifted past my chilly nose, "That's got to be a six or eight pointer, and some damn good eatin.", he said and I tilted my face toward him and inhaled deeply, letting his scent fill my nostrils. Having even his hot, sweat exhaled air inside me made my knees weak.
Then without thinking I said, "When I heard that crack I got so excited my dick got hard." The words were out before I could stifle them.
"Me too, like fucking iron", Edward said, "and it lasts until I pull the trigger."
I suddenly became acutely aware of where I was - on my knees, my hip pressing up against Edward's crotch, my throbbing hard-on pressed against his leg and both my hands were on him, my left on his knee, my right on his upper thigh. And there was no end in sight, because until the buck came down the hill and into the apples where Edward could get a clear shot neither one of us dared move. At least not Edward.
No sooner had those words left his lips when I felt it, long and hard against his thigh, right under my right hand. I literally shuddered with excitement I was suddenly so horny.
"You cold?", he asked and squeezed me with his left arm around my shoulder.
"I don't know if I have EVER been this hot." I said slowly, softly, and I moved closer against him as if for warmth.
I don't know if he knew what he was doing or not, but as we watched the buck slowly inch his way down the hill, Edward was rocking his right leg up and down, ever so slowly, using the ball of his foot as a lever. His hardened member rubbed against my jacket - my hand on his thigh went along for the ride.
"Here he comes," he hissed, sounding more excited than ever and I squeezed his leg briefly when he spoke.
I could feel his hot breath on my ear. It was becoming slower, shallower. Without taking my eyes off the approaching buck I removed my gloves and let them drop to the floor. I put my hands back into their positions on his leg and I could feel the warmth of his skin rising through the fabric of his old camo hunting suit. I could feel the muscles of his thigh through the soft fabric. With my right hand I could actually feel the edge of his rock hard, throbbing cock as it reached its way up his pant leg where the fabric seemed to be stretching to make room. He moved his leg again and I let my right hand fall by my side, and with the next motion of his leg I let my hand slip in between my jacket and his leg so I could feel the hardness of his manhood as he moved his leg. I leaned back and shifted slightly and looked down at the outline of his ridged tool running out over his thigh. Edward was hung like ten point buck and I ran my hand over the length of it, squeezing it tenderly - it was enormous and I completely lost my mind.
"Careful boy," he said, "there's no safety on that thing and I wouldn't want you to get hurt."
Just when I thought my knees could not get any weaker I had to catch my self and I leaned forward again, trying to keep from falling over.
"You want to watch me shoot, don't you?" Edward whispered, more of a statement than a question and he leaned up close to my head and flicked his hot tongue against my ear.
"Do you think I can manage this big buck?" I said, again running my hand along the outline of his cock.
"I remember a night in Vegas where you managed just fine, but I'm willing to let you try your luck again tonight," Edward said, and with both his hands on either side of my head he forced my face around and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I felt his day old whiskers rough against my cheek. I met his tongue thrusts with my own, and when he held his out his tongue, long and stiff, I milked it up and down with my lips in short, slow strokes, drinking the hot juices from his mouth. To have any part of this man inside me was thrilling beyond words. As we kissed, my hand found its way back along his cock to its root where my hand instinctively cupped his fantastic ball sack through his clothes, squeezing gently before again tracing the hardness of his enormous member back up against his thigh.
"Keep your eyes on the buck outside, and I'll take care of the one in here," I said and I slowly swung down and around so I was sitting in between that lovely V of thighs, with the outline of his throbbing meat on one side.
Rubbing my left hand over the fabric bulging from his hardened member, I reached with my right to unzip his fly. I discovered not a zipper, but a single button, which I flipped over, opening up a hole big enough for my hand. I reached my inside and I almost lost my load when I felt something warm and fuzzy - he wasn't wearing underwear! That explained the quick piss back at the truck. I let my hand explore the beautiful nut sack that I had studied from afar for all those years. I felt the hairs bristle under his balls. I reached up to cup them but they were too big to easily balance in one hand, but they hung low, so I wrapped my thumb and for-finger into a ring around the base of his sack, up high near the base of his cock and squeezed and tugged gently.
"Ummm", Edward groaned, low and deep.
I reached in, up his pant leg and swung his throbbing member up and out through the crotch of his one piece hunting suit. God! His horse cock was beautiful! Long, thick and cleanly cut - one and a half hands long, it had to have reached more than eight inches and when I wrapped my hand around it the tips of my fingers barely touched the tip of my thumb. I was in awe. It felt big against my palm, throbbing slightly, both hard and soft to the touch at the same time.
"You like the old mans hunting equipment I see." Edward said, but he looked back out the window.
"He's getting closer." Edward said. I looked up into his face as he glanced down, not smiling anymore, just looking like a man who wanted his cock sucked. Now. I was not going to disappoint him.
I jacked his big cock in my hand a few times, getting a feel for how the skin rolled up over his head on the up stroke. I watched some dog-water dribble out onto my fingers, and I leaned forward and licked it up. It was salty and sweet, like some homemade, hand drawn nectar. I put my lips over the head and jacked him slowly, feeling the skin on his cock pass my lips on each stroke. My jaw was fully extended. I worked my tongue over his cock head and teased the underside with my lower teeth. The raw, earthy taste was heavenly. The faint smell of Old Spice cologne wafted up almost imperceptibly with the moist heat from Edwards cock and balls. I did a few more strokes over my lips and suddenly I let go and swallowed as much as I could down my throat.
"Jeeeeesssus!", Edward whispered, "Awwww yeahhhhh^Å. Ummm."
It hurt like hell, but I kept jamming it in and each down stroke was deeper and longer than the last. Suddenly my throat just loosened up and I could dive from the tip to the base of his cock and rub my nose in his soft, brown pubic hairs. I wanted him to fuck my mouth so bad I was willing to risk choking, risk death by cock sucking - I was determined to take it all.
I worked up a nice, steady rhythm. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to eat this beautiful buck all evening. My senses were reeling and my nose was filled with a heavy, musky, old hot cock scent that made me want to eat more. The smell of a sixty four year old hunter's cock and balls bathed in the juices from my hot, eager mouth was intoxicating. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and jacked him briskly, pumping his ridged meat with quick pounds of my fist that ran from just under the head back down to base of his cock. I sucked first one nut, then the other. The taste of his salt washed over the back of my tongue. His ball sack was tightening, so I slowed down on the pumping. I slid my throat back onto him for a few more slow strokes. I came up for air.
"Where is he? Are you ready to shoot?" I said, knowing I meant both.
"He's at the apples now, chomping away." Edward said, "I'm ready". Knowing he meant both.
He brought his hand down and grabbed hold of his tool and I watched him stroke his cock, expertly cork screwing the head on the upstroke. He followed this with a flurry of strokes, pinky extended, intended to bring him close to the edge of bliss, near the warm, sweet edge of orgasm.
"You'll have to time it Pop," I sometimes called him that, and I proceeded to go down on him again.
From tip to base^Å all of him, inside me^Å he filled my throat with his hot, throbbing cock sausage. Pounding, the edge was closer with each stroke. His big, hairy ball sack tightened up close to the base of his cock. Edward leaned over slightly and put the scope of the rifle to his eye.
"Faster!" he huffed.
I was happy to oblige and I slammed my mouth down hard over his beautiful donkey dick.
"Now!" Edward hissed
BOOORACKKkkkk! The rifle let loose a round. You could hear the large buck fall over into the undergrowth - it was a clean kill. The smell of gunpowder filled our nostrils. Edward let out a much louder grunt as he dropped the rifle on the floor and stood up in front of me. He wasted no time. He took my head in both hands and pounded my mouth with thrusts from his hips that I never saw coming. I could hardly breathe. My brain boiled - heat, sweat pain and an impending eruption of cum. I grabbed his ball sack that was hugging the base of his cock and tugged down.
"Aww, FUCK yeah!!" he moaned and he slid his cock out of my mouth and into his big, rough hand and he pumped a load and a half of string after string of pearls into my mouth and onto my face. My own cock exploded, untouched in my trousers. I swallowed his cum down like a starving calf on the udder of a cow. But this was no cow, he was a horny old buck, and I let him swipe his cum off my cheeks into my mouth with his rubbery cock, like a squeegee at a car wash. I sucked it clean.
Edward stood over me with his half deflated member resting on the chin of my up turned face. I dropped my chin and let his slobbered, softening member back inside my mouth. I sucked it, running my tongue over the head, washing every inch of him clean two or three times over. I loved the sounds he made, like the purr of a big lion getting the attention he desired from his mate.
"Now that's what I call good shootin," Edward said and a smile split his soft face from ear to ear and his hazel eyes twinkled in the twilight. He run his hand through my hair as I nibbled on the underside of his cock, tasting the sweat on his balls one more time.
"And this buck is always in season," he said laughing. "That was fantastic!"
This would prove to be yet another beginning of our wonderful relationship - my father-in-law Edward would continue to surprise me.