The Hunter: Return

How my grandparents had remained in this antiquated home for so many years baffles me. Being simple people, the furnishings were still reminiscent of the 1930's especially in the kitchen. I had spent several hours cleaning and scrubbing crusted dirt and brittle cobwebs from the cabinets and chairs and seemed to be making headway. Keeping busy helped me think; think about the events a few days before when a former high school classmate had stopped by unannounced. He was looking for a place to hunt this fall, but our meeting was overshadowed by admiration and lust. That's all I could think about over and over again.

I had spent a fair amount of time on the old cook stove and had built a small fire to take off the chill. Fumbling through the baking cabinet, I had found my grandmother's recipe for cornbread and declared that I was going to make it. I was greasing the baking dish when I heard a truck pull in. As I peered through the wooden screen door, I saw that it was Brady. The fall sun reflected on his tanned face and dark hair, highlighted by his broad smile of bright white teeth. He brushed his hand through his hair as he walked briskly to the door hollering, "Hey! you home?"

I pushed the screen door open and replied, "Sure, come on in." He held the door open as he stepped inside, his big size 12 boots thumping on the hardwood floor.

"I was wondering if it would be ok to set up a tree stand today?" Brady asked, straightening the long sleeves of his flannel shirt.

"I don't see why not," was my reply. "Looks like a great day for it." I added.

Brady smiled, glancing around the unchanged farm kitchen then began to stammer. "You know, I was thinking about the other day. I don't know how to handle what happened, but just want to be sure that it remains a secret." I felt the heat rush to my cheeks and I stood there silent for a moment, ogling his broad chest and shoulders covered in red checked flannel then gazed downward. His dark blue jeans fit snuggly on his legs and thick thighs and I couldn't help but notice the bulge dead center.

"I've been thinking about it too," I finally answered. "Your secret is safe with me."

His head bent downward, looking at his boots as he shuffled from one foot to the other, he cleared his throat and mumbled, "Your hand felt so good stroking me, and when you sucked my dick.........." He stopped mid-sentence. I struggled to find words myself. He raised his head and looked at me as I broke the silence.

"I think I know how you feel. I'm not sure where this is going because I've never been here before myself, but I think I can trust you to keep it discreet."

Brady smiled, his upper lip curling slightly as he straightened his body and took in a deep breath, exhaling a sigh of relief. Trying to maintain my composure I added," I'm down for a trade if you're interested?" He looked at me puzzled but intrigued. "How 'bout we jerk each other, just like the other day, but the first one to cum, has to go down.?" I almost blurted out with enthusiasm. Brady's eyes lit up.

Without any hesitation he took two steps forward as his hands unzipped his jeans and exposed his half limp dick. I almost gasped, seeing it in full light for the first time, and matched his steps as I pushed my sweats down below my balls. I extended my hand and lifted his meat as he reached out for me. His thick, olive-skinned dick was warm but clammy and seemed to widen and elongate as I held it. It didn't take long for either of us to become fully erect, but Brady was not going to win this event. The butter I had been using to grease the baking dish was still on my hand, making it so easy to glide up and down his rigid cock. I slid from the tip to the base quickly and steadily, intermittently twisting over the tip then stretching his skin all the way down.

Brady closed his eyes and jerked his head backward, moaning between deep breaths; and losing his focus on jerking me off. I increased my grip and speed and whispered," Come on Brady.......... Cum.......Yea, that's it." Within a few minutes, he was tightening his ass cheeks and shooting hot cum onto my kitchen floor and shoes. Even though he still held my cock, he wasn't stroking anymore. I slowly stroked him until there wasn't any left, still trying to grip his dick, but the butter wouldn't allow me to do so. When he opened his eyes, his face reflected the look of satisfaction for having gotten off, but soon drained to disappointed as he realized he had lost the competition. My shitty wide grin made him smile and I saw the lust in his eyes as he squeezed my cock and dropped to his knees.

Brady eyed my cock from the tip to the base, rubbing his nose and cheek against the stretched skin and veins, while maintaining his firm grip. Looking up to my face, he gave it a few solid strokes and then opened his mouth to engulf my hard cock. The wetness of his lips and inner cheeks was instant heat to me and as he began sucking I felt myself swell to fullness. Eagerly, he slid his hand to the base, pushing the side of his hand into my pelvis as his mouth slid down my cock, and began bobbing down and back.

"Ahhhhh.......yea. Don't stop." I murmured as I listened to him take deep breaths through his nostrils. I shuffled my feet farther apart to steady myself, slightly bending my knees and pushing upward into his face. He cupped my balls with his free hand and massaged them gently as his hunger built, sliding his tight lips further down my cock. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and could feel a matching pulse as my cock throbbed. "Yes Brady.........don't stop" I said, "More.........." Brady slid his hand under my balls and taint, taking a firm grip on my left cheek and pulled, pushing his mouth almost all the way down. His nostrils snorted warm breath onto my abs and I felt my cock glide over his tongue and touch the back of his throat. He gurgled and coughed lightly, trying to remain there, but pulled back just as I yelled, "God damn!"

The first thick wad of cum hit him on the left shoulder, sticking firmly to the red and black plaid, while the next two shots hit him on the left cheek. I grabbed my cock and jerked fervently, draining out the last ounce onto the floor. As I looked down to see what I had made, I noticed him. Kneeling there with his knees apart, beating himself until he came the second time, also contributing to the sticky mess. He looked up at me and grinningly said, "That was hot."