A Horny Hunt

Steam billowed from Steven's short breaths on a cold November morning. His muscular body was perched in his hunting stand, deep in the rural woods of Pennsylvania, his eyes scanning the woodline for any sign of his prey. Steve's pulse quickened at the thought of bagging a deer that would bring him bragging rights with all of his buddies.

After hours of sitting in silence, waiting for any sign of prey, Steve's mind began to wander. It'd been weeks since he had gotten off. In this rural part of the state, opportunities to meet up with other guys were few and far in between. Sure there were the dating apps like Grindr, but Steve had one too many negative experiences – creeps, crazies, and flakes were as abundant as the pine trees in this part of the country.

Steve's thought about how much he'd love to bend over another rustic, bearded man like himself and empty his balls deep inside him – how he'd run his hands through the other man's furry chest and nuzzle his beard against the other man's facial hair. Steve felt his cock start to harden through his camouflage pants. Just as he was about to reach into his pants to start relieving himself in his tree stand, he heard a noise.

His focus quickly snapping back to the woods around him, Steve's eyes lasered in on the deer sitting well within his rifle range. Steve aimed and fired. It looked like a direct hit – the deer had jerked hard – but it bolted off over the ridge line. Steve shuffled down his later to pursue the animal.

Steve was sure he'd find the deer on the ground just on the other side of the hill, but when he crested the hill, the deer was no where to be found. He continued his pursuit – enjoying the crisp fall air, the clear blue sky, and the wonderful smell of pine. The woods were his sanctuary, the place he felt most at ease, and a jaunt through them to find his prey wasn't the slightest bit of a burden.

After walking for what felt like a solid half-mile, Steve was beginning to wonder if he'd pursued the deer in the wrong direction. He stopped dead in his tracks to listen – hoping he'd hear some indication of where the deer had gone. Something odd caught his ears though – it was too hard to distinguish what it was at that distance, so he crept closer. Steve was ever mindful of other hunters in the area and was thankful that his bright orange shirt and hat – covering his deliberately bald head - would hopefully keep him from becoming the prey.

As he moved closer, the sound began to come into focus. It was definitely some kind of recording. Steve broke through a thicket and into a clearing where another tree stand stood. He had a clear vantage point, and his eyes and brain wildly sought to interpret what he was seeing.

The tree stand – without walls - was a few hundred feet in front of him. There was definitely a person inside, but Steve was having a difficult time telling what the man was doing. The sound was coming from the tree stand, but it definitely wasn't the man's voice. Steve thought to call out, but he was afraid of shocking the man lest he fall out of the tree stand or, worse yet – take a shot at him.

Steve's mind finally put the pieces together – the man was masturbating, and the sound he had been hearing was coming from a phone; that guy must be looking at porn. Steve felt his temperature rising as he watched; he couldn't make out all the details at this distance, but Steve's imagination was filling in some of those gaps. In his excitement, Steve moved closer to try and get a better look. He stepped on a branch, and a loud crack rang through the clearing. Before he had time to hide, the man's eyes found him – the two men freezing absolutely still without a sound – eyes locked on each other. Steve’s mind raced for the right words to say – what an awkward situation.

“Ugh…..sorry to disturb you up there, buddy!” Steve called out cautiously, “I shot a deer and was pursuing it when I heard the odd…ummmm….sounds coming from this direction.”

“Well this is embarrassing!” the man replied, “thousands of acres of desolate woods, and the one time I whip it out is the time someone finds me. I knew I shouldn’t have turned the volume on!”

“No – problems at all – truth be told, I was just about to do the same in my tree stand before that deer came through!” Steve replied honestly – with a grin.

“No shit!?” The man replied with an air of relief infusing his voice, “ain’t that something!”

“Well, I’ll just let ya get back to it then,” Steve said as he started to turn around.

“Hold on a minute – this is going to sound crazy, but if you were about to do the same thing, why don’t we both do it together – I’ve got some good porn up here.” The man replied, a nervousness lacing his voice.

“Now that sounds like a good time, but to be honest, I’m insanely horny – I’ve gone a few weeks without busting a nut, and I was thinking I’d like a bit more than JO if given the option.” Steve started with confidence, “I’m openly gay, so I don’t want to put you in an awkward position.”

A long silence filled the air. Steve was wondering whether the guy was contemplating shooting him. Admitting to being openly gay in this part of the country wasn’t the smartest decision, especially with guns readily available. However, the guy did suggest jacking off together, so Steve wasn’t too worried.

“Uhhhh, well what were you thinking?” The man called down sheepishly, “let me get out of this stand.”

Before Steve could answer, the man was shimmying down his ladder – and shuffling towards him. As the man got closer, Steve drank in his features – he was a bit overweight, but he had a ruggedly handsome face and a thick, well-trimmed beard – definitely Steve’s type.

The man extended his hand and introduced himself with a firm handshake as Greg.

“So, how about it? What are you thinking?” Greg inquired as he squeezed his crotch and winked.

“I love to fuck – how about I bend you over that log at the edge of the clearing and rail your ass?” Steve replied.

The man smiled widely, his pearly white teeth casting an enticing image, and without a word he headed for the log. Greg reached the log much faster than Steve, and without waiting, he pulled down his camouflage pants, bent over the log, and looked back at Steve.

“It’s cold out here, so let’s be quick about it, man!” Greg stated excitedly.

Steve, already, rock hard, didn’t need another invitation. His uncut, six inch cock sprang from his pants as he pulled them down; his cock already coated in precum.

For being a bit overweight, Greg still had a great ass. Steve lined up his cock with Greg’s tight hole and started pressing in. Steve could feel the warmth of Greg’s ass and hole, which stiffened his cock even further. Soon, the feel of Greg’s ass enveloping his cock filled Steve with pleasure.

Steve grabbed Greg’s thick waist and started pumping his cock into him – his precum providing a nice slippery lubricant.

Steve loved fucking in the woods – there were few things more primal, and this scenario was turning him into a wild beast.

Greg pushed back against Steve’s cock – begging for it. The two hadn’t discussed their histories, but it was clear this wasn’t Greg’s first rodeo.

Steve felt his huge load building, and when Greg reached back with both his hands and pulled Steve all the way into him, Steve couldn’t contain himself – his load erupted into Greg’s ass. The sensation was phenomenal, and Greg didn’t release his grip on Steve for a few minutes – holding him deep.

“I want every last drop!” Greg stated firmly, holding him, “and then let’s go find that deer of yours."

---The End ---