The Hunter - Sex Stories

The Hunter

... of my wine, then took a big swig. "Bastard," I whispered to myself. It was an unusually warm day for late November. The dude took off his hunting jacket and made himself comfortable on a boulder. He surveyed the cove while drinking my wine. It was about 1:00 in the afternoon and he was probably done hunting for the day. When he was half way through the bottle, he became visibly more relaxed and settled in. He put the bottle down, grabbed the base of his thermal shirt with both hands, and pulled it off over his head in one motion. Until that point, I couldn't really judge what he looked like, but when I saw that drum-tight abdomen, narrow waist, and muscular pecs with a light patch of hair between them my cock twitched and grew in my jeans. The hunter stretched his arms over his head and yawned. Kicking his booted feet out in front of him, he slapped his hands down on his thighs with a loud pop. He vigorously rubbed the thick canvas of his hunting pants then reached down for the wine bottle. His free hand slid over and grabbed his crotch. Even from where I was, I could see his fingers squeezing his bulge. My dick lengthened even more and pumped squirt of pre-cum into my jeans. I heard the metallic click of a belt buckle and saw him set the bottle down and unbutton his fly with both hands. His feet dropped to the ground and he half stood up to push his pants down to his knees. He wore gray boxer briefs. Sitting back down, he reached for the bottle and took another drink. He ...

... tipped his head back and seemed to enjoy the warm Indian Summer breeze playing over his naked chest and legs. Soon a hand went back to his crotch. This time I could see the fabric of his briefs moving as he kneaded his pouch. My dick was trapped painfully in my jeans so I very slowly unbuttoned my fly and released it. Since I always go commando, it flopped out immediately. I sighed as the breeze cooled the juiced-up tip of my cock. The hunter seemed to hear me. He paused with the bottle at his lips and listened for several seconds before drinking. Maybe the wine was making him distrust his senses. At any rate, he relaxed, pulled the waist band of his boxer briefs down, and hooked it under his balls. The sight of his semi-hard dick and large pushed up balls made my exposed cock jerk in the air. Pre-cum drooled down my shaft. Hiding and watching this hot guy gave me an huge adrenalin rush, and my fingers trembled as they closed around my dick to smear the leaking juice all around the head. The hunter tugged at his prick, slowly working his way to the tip where he pinched the foreskin and stretched it well past the big lump of cock head that it covered. He sipped more wine then held the bottle tight against his loose ball sack. It must have been a little cold because I heard him sharply draw in air through his teeth. Nevertheless, he held it there and even moved it around, crushing and massaging his balls with it. His free hand moved up to a nipple. He twisted and pulled at it. He ...