1978
The view through my 6 power scope was spectacular. The eight point buck I was looking at had a nice set of antlers. He was standing broadside 125 yards away. A dead certain shot — one I had made many times before. I never even took the safety off. I was on a deer hunt, but the truth was, I really didn't want to kill one. That would just ruin a good hunt. When I was younger and still living at home, I had been a prolific hunter. Now that I was off at college, I had little need for the meat and I had no desire to pay to have the head mounted. The best buck I had ever seen on our Texas hill country lease eventually made his way into the thick salt cedar thicket beyond my blind. He disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.
No, I was just out here to get outdoors, forget about school. In fact, the only deer hunting I would do after this trip was with a camera.
Deer camp was a notorious male bastion. Wives, girlfriends or any woman who ventured along would be quickly dissuaded to come back. Peeing in an old outhouse, no shower or any real privacy kept them away. No this was a men only club. This trip, that meant me, my Dad, younger brother Sammy, my Dad's friend Frank and his son Frankie.
The camp consisted of a crudely constructed tin building. It had been built piecemeal over time. Whenever any of our group had extra materials and some time they would hammer some nails. Nothing to look at but it served its purpose. It had two bedrooms connected by a kitchen, such as it was.
It was soon time to grab some lunch, so I gathered my things, climbed down from the blind, and headed back.
My dad met me as I returned to camp, empty handed.
"No luck? That's a shame, I could have taken one home with me."
"What do you mean? We still have two more days here."
"I have to go to fix a problem at work. I'm taking Sammy and Frankie back with me. Frank said he would bring you back when he comes home on Friday."
'I'm not ready to leave, so I guess that will be okay."
"You will be in good hands with Frank." If he only knew how true that would turn out to be!
Frank was a pal of my dad. his wife, Carol and mom were childhood friends. Frankie, the son was my friend as well. I felt comfortable and safe staying with him. I just did't know how comfortable.
After my dad and the boys left, Frank and I, hunted the rest of the day, meeting back at camp that evening. I had never spent time with him away from deer camp. Even so, he was one my favorites among my dad's friends. He was in his early 50's, 6-0 or so tall, fit for his age. He was usually in a pleasant mood. He smoked a pipe which smelled good. His short, wavy hair had a few grey strands and his face had the dark permanent tan from his outside work as a road construction worker. He was good looking in any case.
I was 5-9, average build, definitely non-athletic. I had turned 19 a month earlier. I had been in college for just over a year. I most certainly had gained the 'freshman fifteen.'
I was pretty much straight. I suppose that is like being a little pregnant. You are, or you aren't. At the time I was "straight," but my year in college tested my "straightness." Specifically, my roommate tested me.
Naturally, living in impossibly close quarters for a year, there were lots of times that we saw each other in various stages of undress. The bulge in his underwear was clearly bigger than mine. This was proven late on night when I woke to see one of his frat buddies sucking him off! I pretended to remain asleep while watching. They were too busy to worry about me. I had no idea he was 'that way.'
I got my first clear look at my roomie's cock. It certainly was longer but not thicker than my six inches. His friend was enjoying it. When Jim, my roommate, came, his friend gulped it noisily. My own cock was growing. I felt a little jealous.
That was when his friend turned his attention to me. He stepped over to my bed, and through my almost closed eyes I could see Jim's semen starting to drip from the corners of his lips.
The friend looked me over with bemusement.
"Has he sucked you yet? Looks like something's got him aroused."
As he said that his hand was touching my now erect penis.
"Cut it out, if he wakes up, I'll never explain you being here with cum on your face!"
He friend wiped the large translucent glob off his lip with his finger acting as if he was putting it in his mouth. Instead, he quickly put it into my slightly open lips! I somehow managed to keep up my illusion of sleep. I had no choice but to keep it in my mouth. Fortunately, there was no strong flavor to deal with.
"There, he's now a member of the club. The 'I have tasted Jim's cum' club.
"Are you insane? Get out before he wakes up!" He wiped a bigger glob of semen from the other side of his face. He added it to the cum already in my mouth. This time I got a good taste and feel for the texture. It was somewhat pleasant.
As he left I swallowed my roommate's cum. I suppose I could have spit it out, but didn't. I began wondering what it would be like to have a man cum in my mouth. Several times I started to go over to his bed at night, but I could not do it. So that was that.
Until deer camp.
After we had cooked and eaten dinner, Frank pulled out his 5-day cooler. It was late on the 4th day, so the beer in the melted water was about room temperature. Frank handed me one, saying the beer would be colder sitting outside. No, he was not giving alcohol to a minor — in those days the drinking age was still 18. Still I wasn't much of a drinker and my size made me feel the effects sooner than my peers. After two warm beers I was pleasantly buzzed. Not drunk, but getting there.
"How's college? I never went, myself. Learning anything?"
"Reading, 'riting and 'rithmatic. The usual."
"And the facts of life, I'm sure. Lots of hot young things there to choose from."
"Nothing much to tell, I haven't been laid since I high school. I study too much to have time."
"And you spend your holidays at deer camp with a bunch of guys! Are you kidding me?"
"I enjoy getting outdoors, and...and...I guess I should be out getting some"
"It's getting chilly, let's go inside."
Once inside Frank suggested we clean up before bedtime.
There was no way to bathe or shower at the camp. The best you could do was a sponge bath using a large water pot heated on the propane stove in the kitchen. Usually we took the water pot into a bedroom for privacy. Frank had a different idea.
"Since we already have the stove lit and the kitchen warm, we can sponge off right here!"
I kind of mumbled an ok. I didn't think he had anything unsavory in mind. It was a strange suggestion but did make sense.
"I can go to my room while you go first," I said.
"Don't be ridiculous. It's just us boys here. No need to be shy. No different than showering after gym class."
When the water was warm enough, we began sponging off. Our shirts came off first. His chest was barrel shaped and hairy in contrast to my hairlessness. Before long we were down to our boxers. I noticed that his penis was somewhat hard. And, to my chagrin, so was mine. I tried not to stare, but Frank made no such effort. I then gave in and watched his cock fully tent the front of his boxers. Mine was now at full hardness as well.
"I hope you don't mind my staring, Jon. I think you are a good looking young man."
"T-Thanks Frank. You aren't bad yourself." I couldn't believe I said that.
"Looks like you are enjoying the view. I know I am!"
I felt my cheeks burning. "I g-guess I am."
"I am going to be up front with you, Jon. I had hoped to be in a situation where we could be alone."
"Why?" I was beginning to understand.
"I have known you since you were born, you've been my son's friend all this time. You would sleep over. Like I said you are a nice looking guy." He pulled his boxers down, revealing his rigid cock. I was taken aback at his sudden action. My eyes were drawn to his pecker. I had seen other penises before, but never one that was hard because of me. I remembered the glob of semen from my roommate. I had wondered how a mouthful would taste. But Frank was never on my list. This was, however, a golden opportunity to find out.
"You did this to me! And you appear to be in the same shape. What do you think we should do about it?"
"I don't know, Frank, I've never been with a man."
"I know you haven't son. I can tell you want to. Call it a sixth sense, but I have gotten a vibe from you for several years. You can stop me at anytime."
He reached down and pulled my underwear down to my ankles. He then reached down with his warm washcloth and encircled my aching cock. I did the same, touching another man sexually for the first time. We cleaned each other. The soapy warm cloth gave way to his warm wet hand. I followed suit and was soon stroking his uncut cock.
"I have had a hard-on for you for a while. I could not turn this opportunity down. When you would come over to swim with Frankie, I could see the outline of your dick under your swimsuit. I would want to do this,"
With that he slid down on his knees in front of me and took my hardness into his warm mouth. That was quite a shock. I had only had one girl put my penis in her mouth and that was only for a few seconds. Frank's mouth felt so much better.
'Oh God, Frank. That feels so good."
It did feel good. He certainly knew his way around a cock, using his tongue and lips to perfection. I had not ejaculated in a long while so I knew I would not last long.
"Frank, I'm getting close. I'm, I'm cumming."
With that, I blew an enormous load into his mouth. He gulped it down, much like my roommate's friend did. For a second I wondered how Frank's cum would taste, but after I came the urge to suck Frank passed. I would have to wait a while before I could build up to that. Frank assured me that it was no problem. We had a couple of days left.
