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Subject: “Hunting With Uncle Mike” – Chapter III The following story is is an original work of fiction, based on some actual events. The author is over the age of eighteen. This story depicts sexual situations between adult and minor males. If this context is illegal where you reside, or you otherwise find it offensive, please do not read. Move on to a more suitable story for you. If you are under the age of eighteen, do not read this story. This story is a slow-build that will unfold over multiple chapters. I welcome feedback, both positive responses and constructive criticism, ail. If you like what you’re reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate fty/ to keep this FREE site going. -Wolf Hunting With Uncle Mike CHAPTER 3 The next morning, I woke up before dawn and he was already up and out. He’d made coffee on the camp stove and there were leftover doughnuts “Up and at `em, buddy. We’ve got deer to find before they find us.” I tried to suss out whether there was anything awkward from the last night, but nothing seemed off. After breakfast, we grabbed our gear and lunch and headed to another blind for the day. We didn’t talk at all until lunchtime, and even then hardly at all. I couldn’t stop thinking about him being with another guy, what he looked like when he’s naked. And what it would be like to touch him. Or jerk off with him. Or have sex with him. I was obsessed. After lunch I went out to piss, but I had a raging hardon and I couldn’t. If I jerked off, it would go down and I could finally piss. I pulled my foreskin back and spit on the head, then let it roll back over. I loved that feeling, the thick wetness of spit in there. I started fantasising about Uncle Mike as I started to yank my cock. Then I heard a twig snap and saw other hunters come up the trail and pass me by. I raised my head in their direction to acknowledge them, and they did the same. The surprise had made my cock soft, and so I pissed and got back to the blind. When I got inside, he was sitting facing the door to the blind with his cock out. The straps of his woodland camo overalls were down and the sides were unbuttoned. He was stroking slowly, looking right at me. My mouth dropped open, and I shut it just as quickly. “Hiya, buddy. I watched you be rudely interrupted out there. I thought I’d give you a second chance.” I said nothing as I unzipped and sat down şişli travesti on my camp stool, facing him. Our knees were touching as I pulled my pud out of the fly. He picked a bottle of something from the floor and turned it bottom-up. He grabbed my hand, turned it palm-up and squeezed some clear liquid into my hand. I looked quizzically at it. “Lube,” he said, “for your cock.” I slathered it on and started stroking, then looked up to see his eyes locked on mine. My heart was racing and I felt really close, but I tried to stretch it out by going as slow as possible. After looking at each other for a minute, he looked down at my cock and reached out to take it in his hand. He gently stroked it, rolling my foreskin around the head slowly. I reached out for his, and took up where he had left off. He was six rock-hard inches of uncut cock now, and the foreskin covered just half the head. Everything seemed to be moving in slow-motion. I wanted to kneel down and take him in my mouth, but I was too scared. I was about to come and he could sense it, so he stopped altogether as I continued with him. “Are you ready?” he asked. “I take a while.” My eyes widened as I nodded my head. He spit in his hand to re-hydrate the lube and took my cock again. I felt dizzy and about to explode. Two strokes later, I shot jets of cum onto the legs of his overalls and boots. I took a few seconds to re-group and realise that I had stopped stroking him. I spit on my hand and reached back down to take his dick in my hand. He slid his hand down my left thigh and held it there as I started to stroke him, slightly faster than he did for me. We continued to look right in each others eyes as I brought him to orgasm. His eyes closed and he grunted quietly as he came a huge amount of semen into my hand. He returned his eyes to mine and wordlessly pulled a wrinkled hunter green bandanna out of his back pocket. He wiped my hand, then my cock, and then cleaned himself up. More silence passed as we continued to look at each other. “That was better than any Boy Scout circle jerk,” he whispered, “and I know from experience.” A choked “Yeah” was all I could muster in response. “We only have a few more hours of daylight left. Let’s try to get something before dark.” We spent the rest of the day in silence. Occasionally one of us would look in the others direction and beylikdüzü travesti we would lock eyes again. As the sun was setting, a gang of three younger bucks walked out into the clearing between us and the creek. We shouldered our rifles and aimed, silently following the largest one as he walked. When I thought my shot was lined up, I pulled the trigger. The blind filled with two tremendous explosions as the bucks sprang away into a stand of live oaks. “Fuck.” he said as he put the muzzle of his rifle down. “One goddamn shot all weekend and we both missed. At least I think we missed. Let’s take a look.” We searched the area where they were and there was no blood. We stalked around following tracks that went nowhere. Defeated, we picked up our gear from the blind and headed back to camp. I started the fire as he got dinner together. “I hoped we’d be celebrating tonight, but I guess that was wishful thinking,” he said as I looked into the fire. I couldn’t look at him, and I didn’t know why. He produced steaks from the cold chest and potatoes and set them on the coals. Dinner was quiet, both of us only talking when necessary. After dinner, he brought out a bottle of Scotch, two glasses, and two cigars. He looked at me watching the fire, until I raised it to meet his chest. “This was my idea of a celebration,” he said as he raised the Scotch and cigars for emphasis. “You can try some of my cigar before I cut and light one for you.” “Sure’ was all I could reply. He poured two Scotches and cut his cigar. He picked up a burning stick from the fire and raised it for a light. He toasted the end, then took a few puffs and handed it to me. “Don’t inhale,” he instructed, “just pull it into your mouth and hold it there, then puff it out.” I tried it as he said, and it tasted strange and dark and nasty. The nicotine rushed to my head and took me by surprise. He poured me about a quarter-inch of Scotch and handed it to me before pouring one for himself. We clinked glasses and I looked him in the eye for the first time since this afternoon. I tasted the whiskey. It burned like the cinnamon whisky, but not as badly. It tasted smoky, like barbecue sauce, or the cigar. But somehow better. “Would you like your own cigar?” “No, thanks. Not this time.” “Suit yourself. How about the Scotch?” “I like it. I’ll keep my glass.” “You seem out of istanbul travesti sorts. Did this afternoon make you uncomfortable?” “No. I just don’t know what to do now.” “What do you mean?” “It’s what I wanted, but I don’t know what to do with it.” “If it’s what you wanted, what’s the problem? “It. It was really fucking amazing. But are we going to be in trouble?” “No. buddy. What we did today is just for you and me. Nobody else knows. Nobody else has to know. Not your mom, not anyone. Especially not your mom.” “I guess.” “You guess? You need to be absolutely sure, Kevin.” `I’m sure,’ I managed. As the fire died down we finished our Scotches, and Uncle Mike his cigar. I made my way to bed, with him not far behind me. I was already in my bag when he came into the camper. The light was still on, and I watched as he stripped down to nothing. He was beautiful: There was hair on his sternum and around his nipples, with a little trail around his belly button that led to his pubes. He got into his sleeping bags and turned out the light. We laid in the dark. I felt his hand on the back of my head. “I love you. Kevin.” “And I love you Uncle Mike.” He paused for a moment. “Do you want to come over here with me?” Without saying anything, I got out of my sleeping bag, stripped off my undershirt and shorts in the cold darkness, and got into his bag. I felt his warm naked skin on mine. and his chest hair on my smooth back. His hard cock pressed into the crack of my ass, and I was immediately hard. He whispered in my ear: “This is just for us. No one else needs to know.” I turned to face him and we kissed, slowly and sweetly. “Is this what you want?” he asked me. “I don’t know. This is…a lot.” I could feel my rock-hard cock against his, and we were both leaking “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, buddy. This is your show, and you call the shots.” “OK. Let’s just stop here.” “OK. But you’re going to have to go back to your own bag. We can’t both sleep in here.” I found my boxers and undershirt in the moonlight and got back into my bag. My mind was racing from what had just happened. I was so horny and turned on, but I knew that what we were doing could get us both into lots of trouble. We laid in the silent darkness for a while. An owl hooted from a tree in the distance. Finally as I felt myself drifting off, I broke the silence. “I love you, uncle Mike,” I said again as I fell asleep. “I love you Kevin.” _________________________________________________________________________ If you like what you’re reading on Nifty, please make sure to donate fty/ to keep this FREE site going.

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