Hunter's Shack with Gun Holes???

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Hunter's Shack with Gun Holes???

I'm a decent looking guy, or at least I've been told by a few guys that I'm "hot". I'm 6' tall, 165 lbs. dark hair, blue eyes, and my dick's about 8" long - cut. I've had my share of relationships that were good for a while, but eventually tanked. At the moment, I'm 30 years old, single again, and living and working in a big city, as a junior architect in a big engineering firm. Being single, my sex life currently consists of an occasional hook-up with someone at a gay bar, or, at times when I'm really horny - hook-ups on Grindr.

This is all quite different from how I grew up. I was an only child, who grew up in a suburban area, that was surrounded by a mixture of farmland and woodlands. It was a great place for a boy to grow up - especially for a guy like me, who was on the shy side. I used to love to hike in the woods near my house. It was in those woods, where my best friend Greg, who lived next door for a couple years, and I would go off hiking afternoons after school, or all day during summer breaks. There were some tree stands in the woods that we hiked in, that hunters used during hunting season. There was one in particular that Greg and I liked to climb up into and hang out in. When it wasn't hunting season, it was our fort! It was in that fort that we had some of our best discussions about life, and, eventually, one day when we were both 14, and he brought along a Penthouse magazine that he'd swiped from his older brother, that we got talking about sex. Looking at the pictures did nothing for me. I knew I was gay. Greg's jeans couldn't hide his hardon though, which then got me hard as well! I could tell he was hot and bothered, and that made me equally so. He suggested we read some of the Forum articles too, because he said they were usually "hot". Without waiting for me to respond, he started reading one aloud. It was written by a guy who described how he hooked up with a girl at a bar, and they did it in a stall in the men's room. When he finished reading that one, he was still aroused, which caused me to continue to be so too.

I was surprised by the next story, because it was about a gay encounter. I was even more surprised though when Greg read through the entire story, even though it was about a gay encounter. I would've thought he'd have stopped when he realized, and moved on to a different story, but he didn't. It was a good story though, and it kept me aroused. I don't know if it was real or fictional. It was set in WWII in the French countryside, and it was about a very young American soldier out on patrol alone one afternoon. It started to rain, and he found a barn to duck into. He was surprised to find a German soldier, his own age, already in the barn, helmet off, sitting on the ground leaning against a stack of hay. At first they held drew their guns on one another. But then, the American soldier noticed the German, who was a good looking blond boy, had his pants open, and had been jacking off. The American couldn't help smiling, and chuckling. The German was embarrassed, but the American soldier, grinned and nodded, and grasped his crotch and gave himself a squeeze. The American couldn't speak German, and the German couldn't speak English, but the American indicated he would put his gun away, if the German would, so they did. Then the American went and sat right next to the German boy, opened his own pants, and started to jack off too! The German smiled then, and took up his own cock again. As the two jerked off together, they each watched the other, and both got hotter and hotter. Finally, the American boy reached over and brushed the German boy's hand away from his cock. He then grasped it, and gave a few pulls. The German was shocked, but after a moment reached over and did the same to the American. The American stopped, so the German stopped. The American looked the German in the eye, and saw his desire, so he leaned over and began sucking his cock. The German sighed happily, and let the American suck him off. When he'd finished cumming, he sucked off the American as well. By then, the rain had stopped. They both got up, got dressed, and went their separate ways. Before they parted though, each wrote down his name and address, and they gave them to each other. Then, they shared a kiss, and a strong hug, before each walked out of the barn and turned in a different direction. When the war ended, the American soldier had survived. He still had the German soldier's address. One day he wrote to the German soldier. About two months later, he got a letter from a woman. It was in German, and there was a photo of the German boy included. Once he got the woman's letter translated, he felt awful. The woman was the boy's sister. She wrote that he had been killed in the war - on the same day the two had had their tryst in the barn! He had been shot and died just hours afterward. The American was very upset about the German's death, but finally took some solace in the fact that he'd given the boy a little pleasure near the end of his life. The American soldier framed the German soldier's photo, and always kept it on his desk for the rest of his life. When anyone asked about the photo, he would just tell them it was someone he met in the war, who had died.

When Greg finished reading the story, my eyes were stinging. I felt so bad for both of them. I didn't know exactly what to say though, since it was a gay story Greg was reading about. I couldn't stop wondering why he'd continued reading it when he found it was gay. I also couldn't help noticing though that Greg's dick was still hard, which of course stiffened me back up right away too.

"Wow!" was all I could say.

"I know!" Greg said. "Those two must've been really horny to do each other like that!"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, they each probably hadn't gotten off in a while, and were so hot and bothered, that they were willing to suck each other's dicks!" he said.

It was then I realized, that he didn't realize, the two guys were probably gay. He thought they were straight, and desperate for sex.

"I mean, I know the feeling!" he added, with a funny look on his face, which was starting to turn a little pink. "I don't know if I would go that far though."

I couldn't help chuckling, and asking, "So how far would you go?"

His face reddened, but he had a very horny expression as well, and his cock flexed in his jeans.

"I-I don't know," He stammered. "How far would you go?"

"I don't know either," I said, and I felt my own face heating up.

He looked at me carefully, then finally asked "Wanta find out?"

"Wh-what?" I asked, surprised.

"It's obvious we both need to get off!" he gasped, his face getting even darker. He couldn't look directly at me, but I could see he was looking at me out of the tops of his eyes, as he lowered his head. "Wanta at least jack off together, kinda like they did?"

My breath caught, as I thought for a moment. Finally, I said, "uh... OK."

Greg looked up at me then. His expression was a little surprised, but also relieved, and the redness seemed to be starting to fade from his face.

"Really?" he asked, uncertainly.

"Sure!" I said, a little more confidently, realizing he seemed serious.

He smiled a little then, and so did I.

"Let's get to it then!" he said, and he began to unbuckle his belt.

We were both sitting on the floor of the deer blind, with our backs to the wall, so quickly we both began opening our pants. I was surprised when he kicked off his sneakers, and totally removed his jeans and underwear.

"I gotta be comfortable," he said, blushing a little again, when I looked curiously at me..

I chuckled, but stripped from the waist down too.

He pulled off his T-shirt, so I did too. At that point, all we were both wearing were our socks! We were both hard as a rock though. Greg was gorgeous. He was tall and skinny, like me, but bleachy blond. His dick was about the size of mine, which at that point in my life was 6-1/2 to 7 inches long. He was cut too.

Quickly, we both resumed our positions, sitting on the floor next to each other, leaning against the wall.

Greg grasped his hardon, and began stroking up and down it, so I did too. We looked at each other and grinned. Then set about seriously working our meat. As we sat next to each other, our backs against the wall, masturbating and watching each other, it occurred to me that the two of us were doing just what the American and German soldier did, all those years ago in that barn in France. The thought of that just made me more aroused.

After a while, I was shocked when in a breathless voice, Greg asked, "So, wanta try doing each other, like those soliders did?"

"Um, OK," I agreed. Apparently he was thinking the same thoughts I was about us being like the two soldiers.

Rather urgently, Greg reached for my cock, so I let go and he grasped it and began stroking up and down. He was gentle, but firm. It was the first time anyone had ever touched my penis in a sexual way. It felt great! Quickly I grasped his, and started working on it too, bringing a slight gasp from his lips.

We hadn't been working on each other too long, staring at each other's crotch as we worked on one another, when he stopped, and without letting go of me, and again looking sideways and indirectly at me, in a raspy voice asked, "So.... wanta try sucking each other too?"

"Really?" I asked, shocked. I'd always thought Greg was 100% straight! Had I been wrong? For him to suggest sucking on each other, I must've been.

"Well, I'm not gay - but I really wanta know what it feels like, and I suspect you do too." he responded.

"OK," I said, still shocked at what he was suggesting.

I didn't have time to ponder the situation any further though. Quickly Greg let go of me, and spun around getting onto his knees, between my legs, which he pushed apart, so he ended up facing me, his ass up in the air facing away from me. The next thing I knew, he'd gone down on me and was sucking up and down my dick! I was completely shocked - but also in ecstasy! His mouth felt GREAT!

"Dude!" I gasped after several seconds. "Stop before I blow!"

I figured Greg wouldn't want my jizz in his mouth, so I was more shocked when he kept sucking on me! Of course I was also getting dangerously close to blowing my load down his throat.

A few seconds later, I knew I had to be oozing pre-cum already, and felt ready to explode.

"DUDE! I'm gonna shoot now!" I cried, in a strangled gasp.

Greg just sped up, but then he did something I totally wasn't expecting, that momentarily caused the build up of my imminent explosion to stop short - suddenly, I felt Greg's middle finger slip between my ass cheeks and poke my hole!

As Greg's digit began vigorously fingering me, and his hot velvety mouth slid swiftly up and down my shaft, while he cupped and fondled my balls, I suddenly felt my orgasm begin rapidly building again. Then, seconds later, as I was in a frenzy, Greg's finger penetrated my hole and pressed up into my rectum, up against my prostate, which he began massaging. I literally exploded, blowing the biggest load of my life down Greg's throat! I was in heaven, and at the same time, shocked beyond belief that he'd do all that! As I writhed and moaned with pleasure, reveling in the experience, Greg carried on like a trooper, until I'd finally oozed my last drop, and had to tell him to stop.

When he finally pulled off me, we were both gasping for air, but I was smiling happily. Greg on the other hand looked worried and embarrassed, but was still hard as a rock, and leaking pre-cum himself, as he wiped some saliva and the dregs of my cum from his lips, and then licked it off his hand. I was having a hard enough time believing he'd finger my asshole like he did, but to allow me to cum in his mouth, and to swallow it, then lick it off his lips - holy Shit! Was Greg gay???

"Holy Shit!" was all I could say, as my lungs heaved for air.

"umm... are you OK?" he asked, uncertainly a moment later, his face red, and again, he couldn't look at me.

"Fuck yeah!" I gasped, looking at him. "I can't believe you did all that though!"

As I looked at him, his color darkened even more, and I noticed his expression was crumpling. He was fighting to keep from crying. I realized then, that he thought I was going to turn on him.

"Dude!" I said, and I reached over and stroked his hair, which caused him to flinch. His head did jerk up and he looked at me though. His expression was a mixture of embarrassed confusion.

"That was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me!" I said, and I smiled.

"S-so, you're no mad then?" he asked.

"Hell no!" I said, grinning. "Dude! That was awesome!"

He looked at me, still uncertain, and In a worried tone, asked, "Um... so, you still gonna do me too?"

I looked up and him and smiled, and said, "In a sec, as soon as I recover!"

Greg relaxed and smiled then, and spun around and sat back up against the wall next to me.

A minute later, when I could breathe normally again, I got into position, and duplicated for him, what he'd done for me. It left him as happy as it had left me, and I realized, I liked the flavor of cum!

When we talked afterward, Greg wouldn't admit to being gay, but he wasn't sure he was straight either. He just knew he liked what we'd done, and I agreed with him.

And that's the story of the first time I had sex! Needless to say, Greg and I returned to the tree stand every day after that, to re-enact our first encounter. Not many visits afterward, we also expanded upon it... It was about a week later that Greg asked if he could try fucking me, and I let him. Fortunately, he'd been thinking ahead, and had brought along a jar of vaseline, which we used for lube, otherwise, it might not have worked out so well! He listened when I told him to go slow, and he was well greased up, so he managed to get his cock inside me, and once I was used to it, he gave me a proper fucking - which I loved - and which made me blow my load too. From that point on, we usually sucked each other off once, then I'd let Greg fuck me, and we'd both cum again. Greg did let me try to fuck him once, and it worked, but he really didn't like it that well, and I realized I preferred to have him fuck me. So, we were a good fit!

For the next couple years, until Greg's father was transferred and he moved away, we had sex regularly in that tree stand! I missed him a lot when he moved away. For a while we stayed in touch, but eventually, our contact waned, until we lost track of each other. I have no idea where he is, and what he's doing, or if he turned out straight, gay, or bi. Memories of our times together in that tree stand though, are still often a fantasy I think about when I'm fucking myself with a dildo and jacking off!

So, yeah, I'm living in the city, alone, with no regular sexual prospects, and I'm jacking off a lot, often while fantasizing about mine and Greg's afternoons in the woods, and that's where this story is leading to!

Having more free time again, due to being single, I been dwelling on my memories in general from my childhood, not just those of my sexual encounters with Greg, and I began to remember how nice it was living in a rural setting, rather than in the smelly, noisy city where everyone is on top of one another. These thoughts caused me to develop a hankering to get back out into nature. I actually don't live too far away from areas where there is farmland and forests. In fact, I'd made day trips in the past occasionally to some State-owned forests and spent a few hours hiking in the woods. It was great - really rejuvenated my spirit. Although when it was time to leave, and head back to the city, I felt sad. After my latest breakup, having time again to just sit and think, I began to try and figure out exactly what it is I want to do with the rest of my life. Sure! I'd love to find a great guy to settle down with forever, but so far, it doesn't seem like that's in the cards for me. So, at some point, I decided to just stop thinking about relationships, and if I'm destined to meet someone, it'll happen. Meanwhile, I decided to concentrate on trying to do things that make me happy. And one of those things, is to get out of the city and back out into nature more.

So, I decided that on weekends I should go exploring the surrounding areas looking for good hiking and camping spots, to rejuvenate myself. I actually found several not too far away, and started visiting them for long weekends. I found I really enjoyed getting out of the city, and hiking about in the country, and forests. Everywhere I went was nice, but the last place I went, which is only a little over an hour away from my apartment, really struck a note with me. It's great! It's a small town, on the northern shore of a good-sized lake that has a public beach. And, the north side of the town runs up to a large State-Owned forest, with lots of public hiking trails. And, there's hunting in the fall.

The first time I stayed there, I stayed in a motel not far from one of the entrances into the woods. I spent each day hiking the trails in the forest, then headed down to the lake for a swim in the crystal clear, cool water. Afterward, I'd gone back to the motel, showered, and changed, and headed to one of the local pubs, where there was usually some good local entertainment, the people were friendly, and there was good food, and beer - all reasonably priced. I liked it there so much, that instead of traveling around looking at other areas, I just started going back there all the time. It was very peaceful and relaxing. I even made a couple visits during the winter and show-shoed, and went out on the frozen over lake and did a little ice fishing. It was great!

A few months ago, during one of my first visits after winter was over, it suddenly hit me, when I noticed a for sale sign on a cabin on the lake... I liked it so much there, why not look for a place to buy, so I didn't have to keep staying paying for a motel room! I had a little money set aside, so, I decided to look into it. Unfortunately, the places on the lake, which I would've loved to buy, were all way out of my price range. As I was looking around at the possibilities, I focused on the cheaper places - fixer-uppers. I looked at a few, and they were complete dumps. I was getting discouraged, when I saw one ad that said it was a fixer-upper on 5 acres of wooded land that bordered the State Forest. One of the amenities was there was a path that led directly from the house, up into the woods, and it connected with one of the hiking trails! I decided to take a look at it, so I figured out where it was and drove there. I pulled into the driveway, and went to the door, but nobody was home. I decided to wander around the place anyway. The house itself was very small, and it clearly needed work, but it wasn't terrible.

There was also a two-stall garage that sat at the back end of the driveway, about 50 feet from the house, up against the woods. I went back and looked at it. It too needed some work, but wasn't too bad. When I walked around back of the garage, I found there was a good-sized addition built onto the garage. I wasn't sure what it was for, but oddly, there was a small deck built up against the back wall. As I stepped up on the deck, I noticed there were a few round holes in the wall. Each was about the size of a wine bottle. There were two groups of two holes - one hole over top of each other spaced vertically about 10" apart. Each hole was about 5-6" in diameter. The two sets of holes were about six feet apart, and one pair was higher up on the wall than the other. The higher pair of holes were placed so that the top of the two holes was about 3 feet above the deck. The other vertical pair of holes were about 6" lower. I tried to look inside them, but they were blocked by plywood. As I stood looking at them, I wondered, just what the Hell they were for.

Finally, I stepped back off the deck, and looked toward the woods, and I noticed a well-worn path heading into the woods, so I set off up the path, and followed it into the woods. Not far into the woods, I came to the property line. It wasn't fenced or blocked, but there was a sign indicating the land beyond was State Forest land. I continued on up the path, and soon came to a wide, well-used hiking trail - obviously one of the State Forest managed trails. I smiled, thinking how handy it was. I decided I'd best get back to the house, in case anyone came home, although it had looked unused for some time. But, my car was parked there, and I hadn't locked it! As I turned to go, I noticed a few trees down the trail toward the house, was an old triangular piece of board nailed to a tree, almost as if it was a sign pointing down the trail It had a symbol of some sort painted on it - a large black circle with what appeared to be rectangular gray chunks for rays, as if it was a weird symbol for the sun. Very strange.

When I got back to the house, I looked around it some more, and realized, nobody had been there in quite a while. It was abandoned. As I stood on the little front porch, looking toward town, I smiled. There were no close neighbors. And, the view to the lake was beautiful. I could easily hike or bike to the lake if I wanted to from there. That more or less sealed the deal for me. I could picture myself sitting on the porch with a beer, looking down to the lake, while I enjoyed the peace and scenery. I walked down to the for-sale sign, took a photo of it, and headed back to town to have some lunch, and try to schedule a formal look at the property.

As luck would have it, as I sat eating my lunch in one of the pubs, I was able to schedule a walk-through with the realtor for an hour later!

At the appointed time, I met the realtor at the house, and she unlocked the door and let me in. It was a small little bungalow, with the standard layout - living room with a dining room behind it - 2 bedrooms to the side of those rooms. Kitchen, bathroom, and pantry behind it. There was a porch with a roof over it off the back as well, that would be a great place to put a gas grill. There was a basement, where the furnace, hot water heater, and laundry machines were located. There was no attic - just a crawl space with a trap door in the pantry. Structurally, the place seemed sturdy enough. The roof and siding had some life left in them, and the foundation looked OK. But the kitchen and bathroom would need to be gutted, and completely remodeled, although, the realtor said everything was guaranteed to function properly yet. The other rooms would also need paint and new carpeting. It would probably be a good idea to replace the windows and doors too. I expected the furnace, hot water heater, and laundry machines also would have to go. Oh and don't let me forget - the place came "as-is" - fully furnished with older furniture, and all the prior owner's belongings that hadn't been cleaned out, still in it! So... there would be a lot of clean-out!

We went next to the garage, which I was surprised, had electricity in it. Surprisingly, it was empty, except for an old lawn mower, which looked like it may or may not work yet. There were a few gardening tools present as well. I stepped through a door in the back of the garage, and was in the addition on the back of the garage. When I flipped on the overhead light, I was surprised to find a full size bed in the corner, as well as a closet that was pad-locked, and up against the back wall were two wooden kitchen chairs, facing the wall, about where the sets of holes were. Where those holes were, nailed to the studs there were guides and a piece of plywood with a wooden handle on it was slid down between the outer siding and the guides. I lifted the two "Doors" and revealed the two pairs of holes.

"What the heck are these?" I asked the realtor, as I rubbed my hand around the edges of the holes, and realized they were worn very smooth. There also looked to be a bit of discoloration of the wood around the edges as well

She looked baffled, but suddenly smiled and said, "Oh! Those are Gun Holes! Apparently the former owner was a hunter, and he put those holes in the wall, to stick his rifles through. He probably looked through one hole, while the gun was through the other. I bet he laid a salt lick to draw the deer in, and then he could easily shoot them." She frowned, then added, "Seems unfair they get to sit in here warm and comfortable, just waiting for unsuspecting deer to come along, only to kill them!.... are you a hunter?"

"No, I'm not," I said.

"Oh! Good!" she said, and she smiled.

I looked at the holes for a moment longer, pondering, then closed them up, and we went back out into the main garage. When we got back down to the house, she asked me what I thought of the place. I'd already made up my mind that I liked it enough to buy it. I liked the idea of fixing it up the way I wanted it, and at the same time, being able to go hiking, or down to the lake or pubs whenever I wanted. The asking price was at the very top of the price range I'd decided I could afford though, and with all the fixing up I'd have to do, I was a little dubious.

"So, yeah, I love the location, and the house certainly has possibilities. There's a little more renovating to do than I'd thought there would be though. I'm not sure if I can really afford to both buy the place, and still have anything left to use for the renovations," I said.

"Well... you could put in an offer, and see what the owner thinks," she said. "I know they're motivated to sell. The house belonged to an uncle of theirs', who got sick a few months ago, and he passed away recently. His niece and nephew inherited the place, but live across the country, and just want to get rid of the place. Of course they'd like to make as much money as possible, but...."

"Did he die in the house?" I asked.

"No, he was in the hospital when he passed," she said.

I thought a minute, and said, "OK, I'll offer $15,000..00 less than asking. See if they'll accept."

"Could you wait outside please?" she asked.

I smiled and went outside, and looked around at a couple of gardens. Apparently the man had had a vegetable garden, and had also planted flowers along the side of the house at one time.

A few minutes later, the realtor came out, holding her phone yet, but covering the mouth piece. "I don't suppose you could go up just a little bit?"

"Ten less than offering price, but that's my final offer," I said.

She relayed the message into the phone, and a moment later grinned and nodded to me.

"Very well," She said into the phone, "I'll get all the paperwork taken care of, and to your attorney. Thank you."

She hung up then.

"Congratulations!" She cried. "They accepted your offer! Let's go to my office and finish up the paperwork!"

And, so, a few weeks later, in mid-June, we closed on the sale, and I was a home owner!

I immediately took two weeks off work, and headed to my new house, to work on it! I packed up what tools I had, and some clothes and headed to the house. When I got there, I was happy that the electricity was still on. I was worried the power company would turn it off, instead of just doing a reading and putting the account in my name, but apparently they got it right!

Unfortunately, nobody had come to clean out anything more, since I'd looked at the house, so I was stuck with a lot of junk to dispose of.

I turned on the refrigerator, and happily it came to life. I drew a bucket of water, and found that the hot water was working as well! I washed out the fridge and put the food I'd picked up at the store in town in it. Then I set about cleaning the kitchen sink and counter, and stove, as well as the kitchen table. Afterward, I thoroughly cleaned the bathroom as well. Finally, I took a look at the bedrooms. I decided that the one that looked like a guest room would be adequate - the bed looked the cleanest - at least clean enough for me to use, for the moment! I found some sheets, blankets, and pillows, and ran down to see if the washer worked - it did! So I laundered everything, and while they were washing and drying, I did more cleaning. By the end of the day, I had a functional bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom. To celebrate, I ran into town and went to one of the taverns for supper. Afterward, I went back to the house, and exhausted, I crashed. I apparently fell asleep immediately. The next thing I knew, I was waking up to daylight streaming in the bedroom window.

I got up, made some coffee using a new coffee maker I'd brought with me, and made some eggs, bacon and toast, then as I sat eating, I pondered what to do that day. I had a full list of things to do, but, I wasn't sure how to prioritize them. I finally decided, I'd start hauling things I didn't want, out to the garage, and put it all in the one stall of the garage, so that it would be out of the way. So, I spent the next few hours going room to room, gathering up things I didn't want, and hauling them to the garage. There I made piles. One of stuff that I could try to sell in a garage sale, or that I could donate to some charity, things that were purely garbage and needed to be hauled away, and finally, a smaller pile of things I probably should keep, but that I didn't really want in the way.

At one point, as I was adding something to a pile, I looked across the garage, and decided to take a quick look to see if there was anything in the garage that I didn't want, that could be added to the piles So, I set about doing that. There wasn't much in the garage itself, so I quickly finished that, deciding to keep most of it. Then I went into the addition, and turned on the light. There wasn't much there, just the bed, with a really spotted and stained mattress on it, a kitchen table with two chairs at it, the two chairs facing the holes in the walls, and the still-locked closet. Ignoring the furnishings, I stepped over to the pad-locked closet. I was going to have to break the hardware and lock off the door, if I didn't find a key for it anywhere. I scanned the room, but no keys anywhere. I looked under the table, under the bed, nothing. I checked the work bench in the garage - still nothing. I started looking at the peg board on the wall, and then I noticed a glint though one of the holes on the edge of it, and I felt around the back with my hand, and was rewarded by finding a key! Quickly I went into the addition, and tried the key and it worked on the lock. When I opened the closet, I was surprised. The closet was divided in half vertically. In one half, there were a couple of rifles sitting on their butts, leaning up against the back corner of the closet, and there were several boxes of ammunition on the top shelf of the closet.

"Hmmm... maybe the realtor was right and those holes ARE gun holes!" I muttered to myself. Then I noticed the other half of the cabinet. If was fully shelved. And on the shelves was a huge assortment of dildoes and other sex toys, tubes and bottle of lube, and gay porn magazines and old VCR Tapes, which when I looked at them indicated they were gay porn!

"Holy Shit!" I said, my mouth dropping open incredulously.

As I stood staring at it, I suddenly leaped in the air, when there was a knock on the back wall of the addition.

"Hey! The light's on. You open???" A male voice called in a low tone, but one I was able to hear.

There were no windows in the addition at all, so I couldn't see who was out there.

And open for what???

I was a little freaked to tell you the truth, so I picked up one of the rifles from the closet and stepped over to the back wall.

"Well?" the guy asked.

"Who's there?" I asked.

"Open the hole! I got somethin' for ya!" The guy said.

I thought a moment, then finally, I stepped over to the side of the right set of holes, where the voice was coming from, and reached over and slid the door up and out of its guides.

I heard the guy chuckle and then he said, "So ya are there! I was hopin' you would be!"

Then suddenly a hard dick slid through the top hole!!!

Instantaneously it all made sense! They were Glory Holes - not Gun Holes! The guy who used to live there apparently was gay and into servicing other guys through glory holes! And what better place to do it, than from the back of his garage, up against a forest filled with hiking trails!

"Well?" the guy's voice came, and his dick twitched up and down a couple times.

I stepped turned and stepped in front of the hardon sticking through the wall at me, and realized why the chairs were there. Automatically, I sat down on the one behind me, and looked the penis that was staring me in the face over a little. It was about the same length as mine - 8", cut, and looked rather nice! I'd used glory holes a few times at adult book stores and such, so I knew the drill, and the penis staring me in the face brought all that back to me. I realized then, I was hard as a rock.

"You gonna do anything or not?" the guy called, beginning to sound annoyed.

Almost as an automatic response, I reached out and gently wrapped my hands around the guy's dick, and softly slid my hand up and down it once. It was warm and silky. It was also hard as a rock and stiffened to full hardness as I gently gripped it. A tiny bit of wetness appeared on the opening of his piss slit. I leaned in and sniffed his cock. It smelled of residual soapiness from his last shower, mixed with a slight scent of muskiness from his sweat.

Aa I ran my hand up and down the dick again, I heard its owner suck his breath in loudly.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I leaned in and licked the tip of his cock, tasting the tangy saltiness of his pre-cum. I slowly swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, a couple times, then slid my mouth down over the entire shaft, as the guy on the other side of the wall groaned happily.

It was then that I remembered the secondary, lower hole in the wall. Grinning around the cock I was sucking on, I slipped my hand through the lower hole, and felt the guys muscular, hairy legs. Instantly he parted them a little, and my hand moved up, and I cupped his balls and fondled them a moment. Then as I started to push my hand between the guy's upper thighs, he spread his legs a bit more, and my hand reached through, and found his ass. As I cupped the lower part of his crack, and began do slide my middle finger down it, he apparently reached behind himself and pulled his cheeks apart for me to have easier access. My finger instantly found his sweaty hole, which I quickly began to finger. As I did, I continued sliding my mouth up and down his dick, and it began oozing more delicious pre-jism.

For a couple minutes, I continued working on him, while he stood plastered up against the other side of the wall, holding his butt open, gasping or moaning every so often. Soon enough, I could tell he was starting tremble, and he was flexing more often. His gasps and moans came closer together, and soon enough his pre-orgasmic frenzy began. I worked him more vigorously, then just as I thought he was getting to his peak, I shoved my finger into his hole, and firmly began massaging his prostate, which caused him to cry out, tense up completely, and gasp shrilly, as his first huge volley of semen blasted out of his urethra, into my mouth. I quickly swallowed it, and continued working on him, as rapidly several times he gasped and spasmed joyously, each time, shooting more cum into my mouth. When he was finally done cumming, I sucked his cock dry, and pulled my finger out of him. He stepped back, slipping his dick out of the hole, gasping for air, but when I looked up at him through the hole, he had a huge grin on his face. And he had a beautiful face. He looked to be my age, my height and stature, and was dirty blond with green eyes that sparkled in the sunlight.

"Holy fuck man! You've gotten heaps better since last year!" the guy said, incredulously.

I chuckled and said, "Well, there's a reason for that. The guy who owned this place died, and I'm the new owner!"

"Oh!" The guy said. "I-I didn't' know. Um...how'd you find out about the glory holes?"

I laughed and said, "Well, I just figured it out when you knocked! You're the first guy who's stuffed his cock through the wall at me!"

"Oh!" the guy said, grinning, surprised, as he finally reached down to pull his pants up.

"So, you're a regular? Tell me how this all usually works," I said.

"Uh, yeah, I come up here summers," he said. "I like hiking, and was out in the woods one day, and a really hot guy came along, and I thought he was cruising me, but he wasn't. He'd just come from here, and told me to come down the trail with the glory hole sign at the head of it, and if the light was on at the back of the garage, I'd find a good glory hole. So I did, and the light was on, and well, I've been visiting pretty much daily when I'm here. Um... a lot of guys come here actually."

"So... the sign up the trail .... oh shit! Of course - it's a glory hole - the rays of the sun are duct tape smoothing out the edges of the hole! Damn! I missed that one," I said.

He laughed heartily.

I couldn't help chuckling myself.

"now this light - I didn't know it's on." I said.

"Is there a switch nearby?" he asked.

I looked around and sure enough there was a switch on the wall. I flipped it, and he said, "it's out now."

"Wait a minute," I said. I flipped it on.

"On again," he said.

Quickly I stepped over to the door and turned off the overhead light.

"Off now," he called.

"OK, I got it now! Thanks!" I said, flipping the switch back on.

"So you're staying open for business now?" he asked. as I squatted at the hole and looked through, to see his eyeball looking at me.

I chuckled, and said, "Well... not right now, but maybe another time. You're Hot, and your seed tastes mighty fine!"

"You're pretty hot yourself!" he said, surprising me. "Um, if you wanta stick your dick through the hole, I'll give you a good time too."

"Really?" I cried, shocked.

"Why not? You just sucked me off!" he said, chuckling.

Instantly, I was on my feet, ripping my pants open and shoving them down.

Again chuckling, but then a cat call whistle, and "Fuck you are gorgeous!"

"Come around the garage, and come inside and to the back room!" i said.

• *

Instantly the eyeball was gone from the hole. Quickly, my heart racing, I shoved the door back in place and turned off the "open for business" light., and by then, he was in the doorway, staring at me.

"C'mon in, and shut and lock the door," I gasped, my voice raspy suddenly.

Grinning, he stepped inside, closed and locked the door, then turned and looked me up and down as I stood there with my pants puddling around my feet. He grinned. Then he looked around the room.

"Whoa!" he said, suddenly alarmed. "Wha-what's with the guns?"

I chuckled, as he looked like he was going to unlock the door and try to run.

"Relax, they were here when I opened that closet. And when you called through the wall, I got scared, so I pulled one out. I don't even think it's loaded," I said.

The guy's grin returned, as he relaxed, and then his eyebrows shot up when he saw the bed.

I chuckled and said, "Came with the place. You ever come in and join him?"

"Hell no, he was too old for me. I just let him suck me off," He chuckled. Then, as he started pulling his T-shirt off, he grinned and added, "No reason we can't give it some use though!"

I quickly completed stripping, and so did he, and in a moment, we were staring up and down each other's completely nude bodies.

Smiling saucily then, he stepped over to me, knelt down, and took my throbbing dick into his mouth.

"OHhhhhh...." I moaned happily.

After a minute, he stopped and suggested I lay down on the bed, which I did, and he got on, between my legs, and proceeded to give me a world-class blow job, including fingering my hole and massaging my prostate toward the end, as I'd done for him.

In the aftermath, as I lay panting, and grinning up at the ceiling, he crawled up next to me and laid on his side looking at me, smiling.

"So, what's your name anyway?" he asked.

I looked at him and smiling, I said, "Glenn, what's yours?"

"Ian," he said. Then, as I smiled at him some more, he asked hopefully, "I don't suppose by any chance you're a bottom?"

"I am!" I said, grinning. "And, there's some lube over in the cabinet if you're good to go again!"

Quickly Ian got up, stepped over to the cabinet, and looked at the contents.

"Shit! This guy was a real perv!" he said.

"That's what I was thinking myself," I said., as he inspected the various tubes and jars of lube and selected a tube with some KY jelly in it, and came back to the bed. He was already stiff as a board.

"Pull your legs up for me," Ian said, a hungry look in his eyes.

Smiling I did as he asked, and he immediately crawled onto the bed, and moved in face first toward my ass. A moment later, I felt his hot, wet tongue begin lapping up and down the insides of my buttocks, as he eventually worked his way to my hole, which he then began to lick and kiss, and prod with his tongue, until eventually, he pushed his tongue through my sphincter, and tongue fucked me for a few seconds, as I lay moaning softly.

He paused, just long enough to lubricate his index and middle fingers, and then he proceeded to open me up with them, gently prodding and pushing until my muscle gave way, and he was able to slide them both up inside me. As I moaned with pleasure, Ian slowly finger-fucked me, and gave me another prostate massage.

Finally, I gasped, "Enough! Give me your cock now!"

I felt Ian's fingers slide out of me, and smiled down at him, as he lubricated his hardon with more KY jelly. A moment later, he got into position, leaning over me, and holding his dick in position, he pushed his hips forward. I felt the head of his cock press against my hole, and relaxed my muscle. Then I gasped softly as his huge tool penetrated me, and slid up inside me.

Once Ian was fully inserted, he paused for a moment, and positioned his hands on the mattress on either side of me, then looking deep into my eyes, ne began to slowly pull back out of me, until only the head of his cock was still inside me. Then he began pushing again, causing me to moan happily, as his cock slid past my gland. Slowly, Ian began long-dicking me then, and for a minute or so, he gently pushed his manhood into me, and pulled it back out, then pushed it back in, and pulled it back out.

Eventually, I was completely used to him being inside me, and he was getting hotter, so he began speeding up, until soon, he was fucking me at a proper pace, and his pelvis was swatting into my buttocks, each time he slammed his cock into me. As he fucked me, he continued staring down at me, and I stared up at him. His breathing grew heavier, and my moans and gasps of please were more frequent. Soon I began to feel an urgency, and I could tell Ian was feeling it as well. He sped up his movements, and I reached for my cock and began jacking off.

Seconds later, we were both in a frenzied state - he rutting almost violently in and out of me, while I furiously beat off. Suddenly Ian leaned in and kissed me passionately on the mouth. I responded, opening my mouth fully, and as he pistoned even faster in and out of me, our tongues fought a battle with each other.

A few seconds later, I felt my orgasm suddenly begin rapidly building, and I began moaning continually, as my pleasure built. Ian sensed this, and began grunting as his hips flew up and down at lightning speed.

"MMMMMMNmmmnnn!" I groaned suddenly, and I blew my first load of gelatinous semen all over both our bellies, and clenched Ian's cock violently.

That was all Ian needed. As I climaxed a second time, he ripped his mouth from my, and cried out, as he pumped a huge load of cum, deep inside my body.

"AWWWwww!!!" he cried, as I moaned again, and together we both spasmed joyously.

We both blew a few more times, until both our orgasms ended, and Ian collapsed, albeit gently, on top of me, and we laid there both coated in sweat, panting.

• *

"Damn!" we suddenly heard a voice behind the back wall say. "Sounds like they're having a party in there without us!"

"So... are you open today?" another male voice asked loudly.

Ian and I looked at each other and chuckled.

"No, not today," I called. "Sorry."

"But maybe later!" Ian yelled, grinning mischievously at me.

"Oh," one of them said in a disappointed tone. "I can't come back later. I only had a few minutes now."

"Same here," the other one said.

Ian looked at me, and I shrugged.

He leaped up and jumped over to the wall and looked for a moment at the door system, as I got up and stepped over and slid one of the doors up. Quickly he did too.

We each looked out our respective hole, and saw two skinny young guys starting to walk away.

"Wait!" Ian called. "Let's see what ya got!"

The two guys turned, and grinned. They were both cute, and both looked rather young - legal - but young.

Quickly they hustled back to the wall, each opening their pants as they did, and a moment later, Ian and I each had a hardon sticking through the wall at us.

Grinning, Ian went down on the dick in front of him, so I did the same, and for about five minutes, we pleasured the two young guys, who both got off nicely about the same time. Both were all grins as they finally backed away from the holes, and reached down to pull their pants up, as we looked up at them through the glory holes their cocks had just vacated.

"Thanks guys! So, where's the old guy?" one asked.

"He died," I said. "I own the place now."

"So, is it gonna work the same as it used to?" the other asked.

"We''ll see," I said. "Maybe. If the light's on, stop by. I won't be available as often as the previous owner though I don't think."

"Don't suppose you both wanta hook up with us? You know, maybe have a foursome?" the darker haired boy asked, as the lighter haired boy grinned.

We both chuckled, and I said, "Well, not now, but, you're both pretty hot, so who knows? Maybe another time!"

"Cool!" "Alright!" they cried grinning. They both finished buckling their belts then, and said "Thanks!" "Yeah, you guys are awsome!"

"Thanks," we both said.

They wandered off then, back up the path and we closed the doors on the holes.

"I don't know about you, but I'm hungry, and really could use a shower," Ian said. "Um... wanta wash up together?"

"I'd love to, but, honestly, I don't even know if the shower works or not. I did wash the tub and walls, and know there's water, but .... we'll have to check it out!" I said.

Quickly we both got dressed, and we headed up to the house.

• *

Happily the shower worked fine, so we climbed in together and in the process of washing each other, gave each other another happy ending.

"Let's go grab something to eat somewhere," I suggested afterward.

Ian was all for it, so I drove us to the nearest pub, and we had lunch, and as we ate, we got to know each other better.

Ian's a teacher, who rents a cabin on the lake for the summer, so he was going to be there the entire summer. And, neither of us could believe it when we found out we both lived in the same city! If things worked out right - we would get to spend this summer together, and it wouldn't end when we went home!

When lunch was over, I took Ian back to the parking area he'd left his car at. When I dropped him, he followed me home, and said he would help me with the work on my house. I told him that wasn't necessary, but he insisted.

"You just want go hang out in the garage with the light on!" I accused him.

"Well....." He said, and we laughed.

"Seriously," he said. "I know we just met, but I really like you, and I don't have anything else going on, so let me help you get your place in shape, and well, if you're interested, maybe we can have some more extra-curricular fun of our own too, and maybe get to know each other better. I'd kind of like to see where things might go."

I grinned, and said, "OK, but only because I feel the same way. I do feel guilty that you're going to be doing manual labor though."

"I really don't mind!" he said, smiling.

"And, what about the glory holes?" I asked, looking curiously at him.

"Well.... I wouldn't suggest we do it as much as the old guy who used to live here, but... maybe occasionally.... I mean, those two guys earlier were damned cute! And we both had fun with them," he said.

"True, but there's no way to know if the guys who walk up to the holes are clean and cute like those two, and you!" I said. "I don't feel like going down on some ugly dirty perv."

"Agreed!" Ian said, and I could tell he meant it.

"We'll figure something out!" he added.

So.. for the rest of the summer, Ian spent nearly all his time with me at my place. It really didn't take long to do the work needed, to make the place livable. Turned out he was very handy, and being an architect, I was too, so we were able to gut and refurbish the bathroom and kitchen in no time, and we managed to get a lot of the materials from a local building materials store that was selling items that were no longer going to be available cheaply. By the end of the summer, we'd completed all the work on my house, and were deeply involved with each other!

• *

With regard to the glory holes, we both kinda liked the adventure of it, but really didn't like the risks involved. Somewhat reluctantly, we decided to close it down permanently. I nailed a board over both sets of holes, and took the sign down up the trail. I also put up no trespassing signs. Occasionally 1 or 2 guys wandered down anyway, and left disappointed when they saw the light off, and the boarded up holes. We'd mounted a trail cam to watch and see just how many guys might come by, so we were able to see them all We were happy when we saw that there were indeed some skeevy looking guys who showed up. On the other hand, there were a few guys who both of us would've liked to check out!

And one day, not long after we shut down, we were watching the trail cam and the two boys we'd taken care of came by. Both were clearly disappointed. We were both surprised when they boldly walked around the garage, and came back into view a couple minutes later, and headed up the path.

"What was that about?" I wondered.

"I expect they came looking for us, hoping we'd remember them and be interested. Too bad we were out when they showed. Would be interesting to see what they wanted. Maybe we should put up a cam out front," Ian said.

"You know damn well what they wanted," I said chuckling.

Ian grinned back at me.

A little later when we went out onto the front porch to sit with a cocktail and relax, I was surprised to see a folded up piece of paper fall from the door to the floor. When I picked it up and read it, I laughed.

"Well, we know what the boys wanted now," I said, chuckling yet. "They left us a note. 'Hi Guys! It's us - Carson and Kevin - we're the guys you helped out, out back a few weeks ago. Remember, we asked about maybe getting together? Well... we stopped by, and saw you've shut down. We're sorry to see that. We're still interested in maybe meeting you, if you want. Call us.' and there's a number for each of them."

"Damn!" Ian said. "They were so cute, I almost really do want to call them."

"Could be interesting," I agreed.

We both laughed.

As I took another swig of my drink, I said, "Call one of them and invite them over if you want."

Smiling Ian pulled out his phone, took the note from me, and dialed Casey's number. Then he put the phone on speaker.

"Hello?" cam a familiar young male voice.

"Casey?" Ian asked.

"Yeah," Casey said.

"It's Ian, one of the two guys you and Kevin met up with. You left me and Glenn a note." Ian said.

"YEAH!" The boy cried. "This is so cool! I can't believe you really called us! So... which one of you are you? The hottie with dark hair, or the hottie with blondish hair?"

"I'm the lighter haired man," Ian said. "Glenn's the one with dark hair."

"Cool!" Casey said. "I'm the one you blew!"

Ian chuckled and said, "The darker haired boy, right?"

"Yeah," Casey said.

"So, me and Glenn were wondering if you two wanted to come over to the house?" Ian said.

"Sure! When were you thinking of?" Casey asked.

Ian looked at me and I shrugged.

"You free right now?" Ian asked.

"Um... yeah," Casey said. "Kev's sittin' here with me right now, and we're just hangin', so yeah."

"We're on the front porch, why don't you come join us... but come through the front yard from now on," Ian chuckled.

"'K," Casey said. "We'll see you guys in a few."

"This oughta be interesting," I said, looking at Ian.

"Yup," Ian said.

A few minutes later the guys arrived. Both were grinning, and hard as rocks, as they walked up onto the porch. And yeah - it was an interesting evening!

Turned out Casey and Kevin had met in college. When they discovered they were gay and attracted to each other, they managed to switch roommates, so they could room together, and once they were roommates, they ended up in bed together constantly. Their mutual attraction for one another and the fact they liked a lot of the same things, caused their friendship to blossom into a true loving relationship. Casey's family was from this area and he'd grown up hiking in the woods, and had discovered the glory holes at a young age - way too young - but he'd come through each experience at the holes sexually drained, but thankfully otherwise unscathed. Naturally, he'd told Kevin about the glory holes, and when summer rolled around, even though the two boys were in a relationship, both were horny as Hell all the time, and Kevin wanted to go to the holes. So Casey invited him to come stay with his family for a couple weeks that summer, and the boys hiked every day - going of course to the holes once or even twice a day, where each was serviced. This summer was the boys' second summer together, and again, Casey invited Kevin to come visit, and the first thing they'd done was head to the glory holes, where they'd met us, instead of the former owner of my property. Yeah - they were both even younger than we'd thought. Both were just about to turn 20!

They were legal though, and we'd already had sex with them, and both were more than anxious to get together with us, despite, or maybe even because of the fact we were 10 years older than them. I guessed maybe they wanted us to teach them the finer points of having a loving sexual relationship. .... Ian and I exchanged knowing glances, and I invited the boys to join us inside. We had what was for Casey and Kevin, and enlightening, and rather magical evening, during which everyone was more than thoroughly satisfied, while Ian and I explained how to make love rather than just have sex!

For the next couple weeks, before the two boys left to go stay at Kevin's parents' home for a couple weeks, they spent a lot of time at my house, hanging out with Ian and I. We were sad when they left, and so were they. But we vowed to stay in close touch, and have!

And so our summer went. Ian and I became inseparable for the rest of the summer, and happily, since we lived in the same city, in fact rather close to one another, we managed to keep our relationship going. By the next summer, my lease had ended, and Ian's was about to, so the two of us moved in together in a new bigger apartment. For the summer, we spent a lot of time at the house though, enjoying the hikes, and the lake.

We did stay in close touch with Casey and Kevin, who ended up moving in together after college. Fortunately, both sets of parents are supportive of their being gay. Whenever they come to visit Casey's family, we make a point to be in town, so we can get together. They also have come to visit us when were back in the city as well.

The End

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