My Rural Life

By Behr Forbear

Published on Jun 1, 2017

Gay

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My Rural Life - Chapter 8: The Deer Stand

Everyone pulled their pants back up, Bill put his back on and started milling around the camp site. Only Tommy and I had shirts on by this time. They each seemed to know what needed to get done to prep the base camp for deer season. I just did what they told me. We cleaned out the cabin and the RV, raked the leaves and debris from around the site, etc. Finally after about an hour, each started grabbing their stands, corn, feeders, etc. and started to head out in separate directions to setup their hunting spots. Holace went alone, Tommy and the Chief went together, and I followed Bill.

We must have plodded through the woods for about half an hour before we came upon a slight draw in the land where maybe an ancient creek had been once. Bill said this was where he was going to set up and we proceeded to get everything in order. I had removed my shirt due to the heat so we were both just in boots and jeans. He didn't talk much and didn't talk at all about what had happened back at the camp. That was fine with me. I didn't need to talk about it, but my cock was still hard from the whole ordeal.

Bill had gone about a hundred yards away to set up the feeder while I set up his tree stand with a near perfect view of the deer trail and feeder. When he came back to the base of the tree and I descended he said, unprompted, "Look Mark. Here's the deal. I like having my ass man handled. It's all I do or care to do. For fuckin' and head I got Sheila. I got my own hand for jacking off. I don't need no queer around my cock. But my ass...well Sheila won't get near my ass and if she wasn't such a good fuck I would probably find someone else who would play with it. Anyway, she won't, but she don't mind Dave or Randy fucking me while I fuck her. She says it makes me harder and she likes that. I can't describe what it feels like when there is a dick or tongue or finger in my ass but I love it. I even crave it. So," He continued while I stood there listening not believing he was confiding in me like this, "I like your dick in my ass Mark. You seem to have the perfect length and thickness to make me feel damn good. If'n you want you can fuck my ass whenever you need or want it. If'n you want to fuck me while I fuck Sheila I could probably arrange that too. But, I can't have you telling Todd or anyone else about this. If he or Paw heard about this they would fucking kill me. Younger brother or no, Todd don't tolerate fags and he would see this as me, and you, being fags. Got it?"

I nodded. "So, yeah, man listen; You were the first DUDE I ever fucked and your ass is better than any pussy I've had. I'm no faggot, but want to try out more of this shit." I was looking him in the eye the whole time I was speaking and there was a growing energy between us. "I found out last weekend that my Dad and my Uncle both like to mess around with each other from time to time too, so I've been blown away, literally, by all of this." The energy between us was charging. Bill's nostrils had fared, his breathing was more shallow and ragged and his pupils were dilated. I was feeding off his energy and was sure I was reacting the same way. There was a lust building and testosterone levels were rising. I don't know why all this was happening but it was and my dick ached in my jeans. Suddenly Bill stopped me in mid-sentence by fumbling for his jeans button and zipper.

"Fuck me Mark, right now! I want that dick up my ass now!" He grunted loudly. With that he turned away from me as he pushed his pants down and exposed his sweaty hairy ass to me once more. I didn't say anything. I was overcome with pure animal lust. I practically ripped my jeans down, grabbed my steel hard cock and rammed it up his manly ass. We fucked frantically like this would be our last time. He finally fell on all fours to the ground and I followed him down without losing rhythm or disconnecting from him. I was on top of the older man ramming my whole body into him trying to get my cock as deep as I could. After only a few minutes I shot another load up his well-used ass. He grabbed his own cock and blew a large load all over the grass beneath him.

I collapsed on top of his broad hairy back. My sweaty exposed torso against his sweaty exposed back and we seemed to stick together. Our lust seemed to flow between us and eventually it started to subside. My dick was still inside him and we stayed like that for what seemed like a long time but was probably just a couple of minutes, just enjoying the afterglow of our lustful fuck.

I felt Bill rouse a bit underneath me so I rose up and let my half-hard cock slide out of his still tight hole. We didn't' need to say anything to each other. We just pulled up our pants, gathered our gear and headed back to the camp site. I couldn't wait for hunting season to begin.


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Next: Chapter 9


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