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Hunting

by gary_4_u on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

It is October 1st, the first day of deer season here. Here is Wyoming, and hunting season is the ultimate as far as the residents are concerned. Everything else is second to hunting season even the schools consider the first day of hunting season to be an excused absence! I decided to go hunting alone this year, as my usual hunting buddies could not make t...

Married Cocksucker Buds: The Beginning

by mikeman341 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Will and I enjoy our times together and I thought you might be interested to hear how we developed the friendship that we now have. It all began with a hunting trip five years ago. My uncle Chet was quite a sportsmen but had no children and when he died, he left his spacious hunting camp along with two hundred acres of prime hunting land to his only survivin...

My Grandfather's Hunting Camp

by Aquacpl on Apr 28, 2020
Gay Male

My grandfather ran a hunting camp in north Florida. It was an exclusive camp, most of the members were 60 to 70. Retired doctors, dentists, lawyers, etc. I began working there when I was 18. The hunting was Friday-Sunday. Friday night they all met and told stories. Saturday morning it was a deer drive with dogs and around 3 pm we would put everyone in deer s...

Big Game Hunter

by KeithD on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Sombat heard the garage door opener start to hum and he sat straight up in the chaise lounge by the pool. "He's home early. Where to today?" He jumped up from the lounger and lit out toward the kitchen door, padding along on bare feet. Ham might go to the kitchen first. There was little reason he'd go into the study before going upstairs, though. Sombat sco...

Come the White Stallions

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The familiar, ominous image materializes before him of a narrow track in the woods opening toward him from a convergence of stark, bare-branched trees in the distance with a swirl of choking ground mist. Derek feels his heart racing and the essences inside him rising as, from the far end of the track, where the trees converge, the whirling figures form—white...

Progressive Learning Ch. 02

by Willing2Do on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

The hot sex with Bud started because he and I lived on adjoining farms in the southern U.S. Bud and his family raised cattle. My family and I, mostly I, as a teenager, raised pigs. Both of our families raised crops of corn, hay, oats to feed the cattle and pigs, and garden crops for our own sustenance. Bud had a brother and three sisters. I had only one brot...

Consequences of Lion Hunting

by KeithD on Aug 24, 2020
Gay Male

The best hunting for lions in the Kingdom of Urartu was in the south, near the border with Assyria. This area was not the safest place to be in those years of Assyrian expansion into the region between the Caspian and Black seas, but it was where the lions were. So, when the prince of Urartu took his hunting party from the capital at Tushpa, on the Nairi Sea...

Snowbound

by Shale on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

It started out as a great weekend. It was early November, deer season had just opened last week and Carl and Dave were really excited about the three days camping out in the woods, hunting whitetail. Lifelong friends, they'd taken these long weekends to go hunting since they were eighteen. Back then, "camping" really meant a tent and campfire, but now the...

Family Cabin Ch. 01

by BeltBuckle on Oct 7, 2019
Gay Male

=== Friendly warning: Parts of this series include incest between a man and his father === ***** I watched the green hills pass by as we were getting further and further away from civilization from my back seat. Wow, this place was really out there... I have to say, I was a little nervous about this whole idea. Two weeks was a long time to be somewhere in...

November Buck

by jordongeff on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

It was a crisp, late November evening in Eastern Canada and we had just driven for an hour through back roads to our remote hunting site. My father-in-law, Edward, parked the truck in a tightly overgrown drive way of sorts, under cover of some trees. The rest of the way to the little cabin had to be by foot, and not just because the driveway was impassible,...