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The Hunters
We had spent first day of elk season watching the weather get nastier, as a cold front moved in, turning the early morning drizzle into a hard cold rain by late afternoon. It was opening day, and Todd and I had left my house at 4 a.m., and rode my big four wheel drive pickup up into the woods, to the abandoned log landing we had scouted for the last several months.
Several large bulls were in the area, and the landing and a few spur roads offered us some great hunting. At first light, Todd had started down the first spur road, as I took up my post by a large stump at the point overlooking the drainage of Bear Creek, watching Todd's red hat and orange vest, Todd slowly walking down and then circle around the large clear cut.
An hour and a half later, he joined me at the stump, and we filled our thermos cups with another round of hot coffee, as the drizzle fell. My beard was soaked from the thick air and mist, and the coffee chased the morning chill under my long underwear and flannel shirt, warming my toes in my camo hunting boots. We glassed the area with our binoculars while we sipped our coffee, finding no sign of the bulls, and only spotting a few cow elk on a distant ridge.
I took my turn down the spur road, as Todd took my place on the stump. I walked silently down the old spur road, my boots slopping in the mud and the wet red and orange leaves fallen on the old road, as I scanned the nearby clear cut for any sign of elk. I saw a few fairly fresh piles of elk scat, and some washed out hoof prints, but no elk. Stopping to pee by a big log, I almost pissed on my boot as a deer jumped out in front of me.
As I walked back up the steep hill, on the second spur road, I stopped several times to catch my breath. Despite my hard work at getting myself in shape for the hunt, including a daily three mile walk around my neighborhood, and every other day sessions of weightlifting in the garage, I still had to stop and pant, my armpits damp with sweat, even as the temperature kept dropping, and the drizzle began to turn to cold rain.
We ate our lunch in the pickup, enjoying the heater, as we drank the last of our coffee, and planned our afternoon hunt. As we warmed up, our fingers turning red from their nearly frozen state, Todd began to tell me of his latest squabble with his ex-wife. It was a sad story, with the same tale of his ex's resentment and anger with Todd, and the interference by her new husband in what little remained in their relationship, and the selling of their house. Todd's storytelling revealed his anger and his resentment at her new-found sexual happiness with the new husband, and her blunt opinion of Todd's failures as a husband and as a lover.
I listened patiently, and tried to turn the conversation around to Todd's life after the divorce. He lived by himself now, in a studio apartment, working long hours at his job, and having little or no time for friends or the things he liked to do. This hunting trip was a rarity for us now, as Todd almost always found an excuse not to go fishing, or join his old buddies for a poker game or catch his old home town's high school football or basketball team at a game. He had even given up our Wednesday evening jam session, where we played our guitars and banjos, and sang our favorite songs.
Todd admitted he was tired of being lonely, and tired of fighting with his ex, and had hoped this hunting trip would be a start of a new way of living for him. He needed a break, and wanted to enjoy life again.
He started to tell me about his last attempt at a date. He had mentioned last week, when he called me to finalize our hunting plans, that he was going out on a second date with a friend of one of his co-workers. He mentioned a few details, and then choked up.
He was close to tears as he talked, and I put my arm around his strong shoulders, assuring him he was a good man, and my best friend.
"You don't have to play her game anymore, you know. You have your own life now, and you can live by your own values. Her expectations for you don't really matter anymore, Todd," I said, as I pulled his shoulder closer to me. It was as close to a hug that Todd could accept. He'd never been a touchy-feely kind of guy with me, even after all these years.
Todd wiped his eyes, and blew his nose, and changed the subject swiftly to our plans for the afternoon hunt.
We'd been friends since high school, playing on the football team together, and choosing each other as lab partners in chemistry class. In the off season, we'd get together in the high school gym and lift weights, spotting each other. Since our junior year, we had gone elk hunting together every fall.
Todd was the first friend of mine I came out to, when we were in college. He was really supportive of me, and told me that he'd always known I was gay, and that he was proud of me for being brave enough to tell him, and to live my life out in open, to live who I really was.
We drove over the ridge to a nearby pond, which had a nice, level trail and an old, abandoned road, around the pond and down the creek that drained the pond. In high school, we would come up here in the summer and skinny dip, diving off the big log that stuck out over the pond at the other end. We took opposite routes, and agreed to meet at the top of a nearby hill, an hour later. As I walked in the rain, I could hear the water on the few remaining maple leaves, and the small creek begin to increase in intensity, as the storm moved in. A few gusts of wind sent heavy showers of accumulated raindrops off of the fir and spruce limbs, as water poured off of my coat and orange hunting vest. I ran my hand through my beard, wiping off the accumulated moisture. Soon, there wasn't a bit of dry anywhere on me, as the wind blew the rain into my coat and down my neck.
I paused for a few minutes at a spot overlooking the nearby ridge and Triangle Peak, to catch my breath, and scan the area with my binoculars. I could see Todd walking slowly along his part of the trail, and pause, taking a leak against a young fir tree. I caught a good look at his cock in my binoculars, and found myself lingering on his manhood, as he finished his business and shook himself dry, and tucked himself back into his rain-soaked pants. My cock swelled, as I imagined him, naked, willing, in my arms, asking for my love.
When we showered in the high school locker room, I always found myself sneaking a glimpse at Todd's impressive body. Even in high school, he sprouted a lot of hair on his chest, and he was one of the first of the team to develop a beard heavy enough to need a shave every day. In those days, I didn't even admit to myself that I enjoyed the sight of a naked man, and that my libido was turned on by a large, flexed bicep and a thick cock inside a guy's tight-fitting jeans. When I was experimenting with my teenage sexuality in my bed at night, I was always confused and excited when I found myself thinking of Todd, as I played with myself, seeking relief from my fantasies and dreams.
I resumed my walk in the rain, my thoughts shifting from my work as the hunter of elk to wondering what it would be like to be Todd's lover. Part of me yearned to hold a man in my arms again, to know true love, to be comforted and loved. And, part of me was still grieving for my Marine Corps man.
A year had passed since my partner, Jerry, had been killed in Iraq. He was a sergeant, a career man, and we lived our love for each other, our entire relationship under a cloud of secrecy, as Jerry tried to portray himself as the gung ho, studly Marine when he was on duty, and then turn into a sensitive lover of a gay man in our home. I was devastated when he was killed by a roadside mine, along with three of his men, and I hadn't been able to even be comforted as the widower of a war hero. I received his life insurance policy, but our relationship was officially ignored by both the Marine Corps and his grieving family. Even at his funeral, I was relegated to the role of a grieving friend, and not his life partner.
And now, a year later, I had realized it was time for me to move on, and to find someone to love, someone to share my life, and for me to begin a new partnership. I had caught myself several times in the last month looking at men with a critical, lustful eye, wondering about their bodies, wondering how they would be in bed, and whether or not they were lovers of men.
Todd and I arrived back at the pickup about the same time, both soaked to the skin, as the rain drops falling on our jackets began to show snow crystals that slowly melted. We eagerly unloaded our rifles and set them in the rifle rack behind the seat, and I inched out of the log landing, as the rain on the windshield began to turn into huge flakes of wet snow. The wind blew hard, moving the snow sideways across the windshield and the road ahead of us, as we drove along the ridge, and then down into the next canyon, on the way to home.
As we pulled into the carport, the storm had moved in with full force, and, even at this lower elevation, the downpour had turned to snow. We quickly unloaded our gear through the back door, and stripped off our sopping wet and nearly frozen clothes by the washing machine.
"Todd, you're first in the shower. There's some clean towels on the rack," I said, as I dropped my underwear and stood bare assed, and flung my soaking wet long underwear into the washer. I scooped up Todd's clothes, too, and threw them in. As I grabbed the laundry soap box, I got a good look at Todd's bare chest and crotch, and then a lovely view of his strong, muscular butt and back as he walked down the hall to the bathroom, his ball sack hanging low beneath his rippling buns. I found myself holding my breath, as he slipped into the bathroom and turned on the water.
I found a pair of sweat pants and a T shirt for Todd, and handed them to him as he dried himself. His arms flexed as he pulled the T shirt over his lean, hairy body, and I glimpsed his thick, curly armpit hair, his chest muscles opening and rippling, before they were hidden by the shirt. His cock and balls were nicely outlined by the soft cotton of the sweats, leaving little to my imagination as to their features, and causing my naked cock to twitch with excitement.
While I was soaping up in the shower, my body beginning to thaw, my mind played with the idea of being with Todd, playing with his chest hair, his large, tempting nipples, his lush armpit hair, and the thick, black trail of hair running down his rippled belly into the forest of thick, wiry hair surrounding his tasty cock and fat balls.
Realizing it was all just a fantasy, and that Todd was straight, I stuffed my fantasy back into the box in my mind labeled "Impossibles".
As the storm raged outside, and the snow began to deepen in the yard, we fried up some venison steak I had from my successful deer hunt last month. I satisfied Todd's hunger with some homemade biscuits and honey butter, and large slabs of pumpkin pie and whipped cream.
"Well, Todd. You never finished your story about your date last week," I said, licking the last of the whipped cream off my moustache. "How'd that go?"
Todd looked down at the floor, and replied, "Not very well." He proceeded to tell me that this was their second date. On their first date, she had kissed him at the door of her apartment as he was dropping her off. And, on the second date, they had gone out to dinner. He had planned on a movie, but she insisted that he come over to her apartment, and talk.
They were on the couch, and she had moved closer to him, and ran her fingers up his thigh, and fondled him through his jeans, as she French kissed him. She had taken charge, and soon had Todd stripped, and told him to take off her bra and panties. She had quickly pulled him close to her, but he couldn't get a hard on. She pulled his face into her breasts, and when he still couldn't get it up, she mocked him, telling him he wasn't man enough to satisfy her.
Todd paused, and looked away from me.
"That's a really sad story, Todd," I said.
Todd blushed, and kept his eyes off of me, and said, "I bombed. I wanted to make love, but, I ... I just couldn't get it up. Just as she was really getting into it, wanting me to fill her with my cock. She was so eager, and willing, and I failed."
"That happens a lot to people the first couple of times they make love, "I said, trying to be understanding.
"Well, she didn't see it that way. She told me I was a loser, a failure. That I wasn't a real man. Then, she kicked me onto the floor, and kicked me in the balls, and in my gut, laughing at me and calling me a wuss," Todd whispered, as tears rolled down his cheeks into the stubble on his cheeks and jaw.
He wiped the tears from his face, and stood up, proclaiming that we both needed a drink. I pointed to the bar and he soon brought me a shot glass of my favorite whiskey. He chugged his first shot and poured himself another from the bottle he had brought from the bar.
Todd had planned to drive home tonight after our hunt, but the storm and the accumulating snow changed his mind, and he asked if he could sleep on the couch. I had a king sized bed, and the couch was an uncomfortable bed, and I insisted he sleep in the bedroom, on a real bed.
We were both pretty run down after our day of walking through the woods in the cold rain and sleet, and by 8 p.m., we were both yawning and looking droopy eyed.
"We could try for an early hunt tomorrow, too," I said. "But, this weather looks like its settling in to be a real storm. No bull elk in his right mind, even during mating season, would want to be out in this stuff."
Todd agreed, and I didn't set the alarm, as we stripped off our clothes and crawled beneath the down comforter. Todd was asleep before I turned off the light, and I soon joined him in slumber, as yet another gust hit the house.
I felt Todd's hand on my bare shoulder, as I heard him call my name. Sleepily, I opened my eyes to see the clock read 4 a.m., as Todd asked me if I was awake. My groan was an uncertain response, but Todd's grip on my shoulder told me this was important.
"Mike, I have to talk to you. I have to get this sorted out. I'm so confused," Todd said, as we lay next to each other in the dark bedroom, the sound of wet snow hitting the window the only other sound in the house.
Todd shared with me his anxiety in figuring out who he was, and his worry that he wasn't really straight any more, and that he had wondered if he couldn't get an erection with a woman because he might be gay. His worries and his anxieties came out haltingly, as he paused, and then spoke rapidly, and then paused again, until finally, his story told, he was silent.
"Todd, its time you took some time to discover yourself, and to see if you really do have feelings for a man," I said. "You know me, it hasn't been easy for me to acknowledge who I really am, sexually, and I don't think it's easy for any of us. What's important for you is to do what is right for you now," I said.
"I think I'd like to try, just to be sure," Todd replied.
"OK, then. If you need my blessing, as your best friend, you have it", I answered.
We were silent for a while, and I could tell Todd was struggling to find the words to speak.
"I'd like to try to start that exploration with you, Mike," he finally said. "And, I'd like to do that now. That is, if you find me attractive and all."
I reached over and put my arm around Todd's bare shoulders, and drew him close to me, so that our chests touched. I could feel his heart racing, his skin moist to the touch, despite the snow storm raging outside.
"Where would you like to begin, lover," I whispered, as I kissed his lips softly, rubbing my thick moustache against his stubbly face.
Todd was silent, as I held him against my chest, as my fingers explored his strong arm, his big shoulder muscle and then his biceps under my palm, as I touched his skin, feeling the muscles underneath, stroking the hairs that curled next to his skin. I moved around his arm, and explored the depths of his hairy, damp armpit, feeling the bushy, curly hair, and finding the tender crevasses and contours.
Lingering there, my fingers caressed his curly forest, as I felt his heat, and the beginnings of his hot lust begin to build, his clean sweat turning a bit spicy and musty, as I felt his heart beat a bit faster against my furry chest.
My hand moved down, stroking his flank, feeling his strong lats, and the hard muscles of his back and spine, until I cupped his meaty butt cheeks in my hand, their soft fur playing against the calluses of my fingertips. I moved Todd over on his back, freeing my other hand to explore the stubble on his face, to touch his lips, and move around the thicker, coarser stubble on his chin, and down into the fur on his strong, hard chest. Roaming over his warm, willing furry body, I reached under his butt cheek, and found his ball sack, loose, relaxed, in the warmth of the down comforter of our bed. The room was silent, except for our breath, and the sound of the sleet and snow hitting the window, as I stroked the coarse hair of his balls, and cupped them gently in my hand.
His ball sack was hot, loose, as I slowly ran my fingers around his nuts, feeling them loose inside the tender, silky skin of his sack, rolling them apart and then together, noticing the small line of skin on the outside of his sack, the line that neatly divided his nut bag in half, and led down to his hole. His balls rose a bit in the furry bag, as I cupped them warmly in my hand, feeling the skin begin to tighten, the surface moving from the sense of silkiness, to the wrinkled, yet tight feel of a man ready to shoot his load.
Reaching over to the nightstand and grabbed two condoms from the drawer, I kissed Todd again on his eager lips.
"Just relax, partner," I whispered. "We'll take this nice and slow."
Todd grunted in reply, and I could feel his heart beat faster, feeling the beat of his strong heart in my hand, which gently felt its way along his hard, rising chest. The room was dark, but I could sense his uneasiness, as I was becoming the first man to make love to his eager, but hesitant body.
I wound my finger through the thick curls at the base of his neck, and then into the thick pelt of black fur in the center of his chest, between his fat, juicy, eager nipples. My thumb moved over to Todd's tit, touching its soft, responsive pinkness, as it tightened, pointing its tip higher, as my fingers danced around it, feeling the thick, curly hair around it.
I kissed Todd softly on his lips, and ran my beard through his stubble, and licked his ear lobe, wetting it and then gently blowing on its damp surface, and moved down along his neck, through the thickness of his chest fur, to graze on his rich, waiting nipple.
My other hand moved up from Todd's balls, to the base of his cock, and I felt the dampness of his crotch, and the hair around his cockhead, the heat from his rising cock radiating hot on my skin. Even without touching his manhood, I sensed his cock was quickly hardening, rising in eagerness to my lovemaking, to Todd's lust. Todd moved his strong, meaty thigh over, giving me more access to his eager balls, and rising cock, as I fingered the thick pelt of hair above his balls, surrounding his cock.
His pulse resonated through his rising, now hard, cock, and as I gripped his smooth cock skin with my fingers, I could feel the increasing throbs of his meat, as his cock head slowly emerged from his foreskin, his cockhead now visible in the dim near light of the room. I ran my bearded lips up and down his shaft, and then, ripping open the condom's envelope, I began to roll its slick, rubbery circle over his pre-cum dripping cock head, and down his thick shaft, until the last of the roll gripped his shaft, just above the lush thicket of the fur of his cockroot.
Cupping his now eager balls again, I licked and kissed his balls, and his shaft, slowly moving up to his now-covered cock head, adding the hot juice of my tongue to the lubricant of the rubber, sliding and slipping over his manhood, again and again.
I moved over so that I knelt by his shoulders and face, and asked Todd to roll my condom down onto my stiff rod, eager to join in this meeting of two lovers, to be guided and fondled, until I, too, would cum with my new lover. Todd quickly ripped open the package, and, with a bit of hesitation, rolled the latex down my straining cock, until the latex gripped every part of my love muscle. Todd's fingers touched the hairs at the base of my cock, and I guided his hands down to cup my balls, to rub his strong digits against my ball sack, and to grip my cock in his fist.
Moving around, I rolled Todd over on his side, his stubbled face lying on the inside of my thigh, as I lay my cheek on the inside of his thigh, next to his throbbing cock. I felt my lover's warm face on my thigh, his breath heating my balls, as I cupped his balls with my hand, rubbing his furry ball sac and running my fingers down under his balls, and around his hole. Todd moaned with delight, as I lazily played with his jewels, and his hole, causing his hard cock to throb against my bearded cheek and moustache, eager to be sucked to his climax.
My hand rubbed against Todd's now sweaty, hot chest, playing with the tips of his eager, hard nipples, and the tender spots of his now wet armpits, and I inhaled his new, eager lusty sweat, his balls now damp, his armpits now drenching his fur, as his cock pushed harder against my eager lips.
Gulping his manhood into my eager mouth, I moved gently down his shaft, until I was filled with his hot, wet cock, until my tongue explored every crevice of the rim of his cockhead, and every filled vein of his manhood.
Moving up and down Todd's cock, I could feel him climbing higher, trying to reach his point of no return, his breath growing ragged and short, his chest heaving with tension. I could feel Todd's hot breath on my balls, his fingers now gripping my encased shaft, as he began to jack me with his strong, muscular arm, in rhythm with my mouth on his very core of manliness.
We were joined now, cocks pumping and moving, ball sacs caressed and held, sweat pooling in hairy armpits and furry chests, as we both began to rise towards our completions, our union as lovers. As Todd's breath shortened to hard intakes of air, and exhaled in moans of ecstasy, I moved my hand down below his balls, fondling him underneath his furry ball sac and around his hole, exploring his opening with my finger, teasing his ring, as his hips moved up eagerly, hard, as he began his explosion.
Pushing firmly against the now hard, sweaty skin under his balls, I felt his first shot of cum pulse through his prostate, through his balls and into his convulsing shaft, as the end of the condom filled with his hot jism, heating my mouth, and pulsating against my tongue and my lips. Again, and again, Todd shot, his thrashings moving me to my own climax, as I eagerly shot my jism through my pulsing cock, through Todd's gripping, moving fist, filling the second condom with my seed.
We lay still, heads, thighs, balls, and sweaty chests all entwined, as our breath began to slow, as we each came slowly down the lusty mountain we had each climbed, a minute ago, as we embraced each other's wet bodies, the sheet cool against us, coming back to the quiet of the night.
I stripped off our filled condoms and leaned over Todd's still sweaty chest, and kissed him tenderly, running my hand along his meaty shoulder, embracing him, my best friend, my new lover. His now spent cock oozed the last of his seed on my furry belly, and I scooped up a drop of his semen, and rubbed it on his lips.
"Taste yourself, lover," I whispered. "Taste how good you are."
Todd licked his lips, and sighed. "I never dreamed this could be so incredible."
We held each other, our sweat cooling, our hairy chests and groins enmeshed, as Todd told me of the joy he had tonight, as he released himself into me, as he experienced his climax with a lover for the first time in years. Tears ran down his cheeks, and I dried him with my fingers, and, soon, he was asleep in my arms, his chest warming me as he fell into a deep, undisturbed sleep.
A few hours later, I awoke to the first light of dawn coming through the window, and felt the hard strength of Todd's shaft against my belly, as Todd snored lightly in my ear. I moved him over gently, and rolled another condom down his great shaft, and began to suck him again. Slowly, tenderly, I ran my tongue over his eager cockhead, and fingered his hairy balls, feeling them rise up against the root of his now pulsing cock.
His moaning told me that he was awake now, his fingers now gripping my bare shoulders with his now-urgent need to have me continue to thrust his cock into my eager mouth. Quickly, Todd came again, shooting his cum hard against my lips, his loud moans filling the bedroom, his fingers digging deep into my muscles, his hips pushing against my face, again and again, as he pulsed his seed through his ready cock.
Todd sprawled on the bed, his arms above his head, revealed the lush, damp hair of his armpits, and his again sweaty chest, his nipples tight and hard, his stubbled chin thrust up, his hand draped over his eyes, a big grin on his flushed face.
"Good morning, big guy," I chuckled. "That was mighty tasty bear meat you gave me."
"I guess I don't have that problem anymore, of getting it up with a lover," Todd laughed.
"Best hunting trip I've ever had. I think I scored the biggest bull I could ever hope to find."
Copyright 2008. Oregon Bear