The Hunter - Sex Stories

The Hunter

... closed his eyes, spread his knees apart, and started swinging the bottle lightly against his balls, banging them with the hard, cold glass while reaching across his chest to work on the other nipple. After a minute of gently busting his own nuts, he held the neck of the wine bottle with both hands and pressed the bottom of it down into his ball sack. The pressure made his now hard dick rise up from his thigh and flop against the glass. I heard the heavy slap and clunk of dick hitting bottle. He groaned and kept working the bottle back and forth on his scrotum to make his cock beat itself against the glass. This was the first time I had ever watched a guy enjoy his body without inhibitions. He didn't know I was there and he was working himself over, clearly getting off on it. When he first pulled down his briefs, I figured he would wrap his fist around his dick, pump it until it creamed, then pull up his pants and go. But this guy was into playing with himself and enjoying every long minute of it. I had to snatch my own hand from my cock and bite down on the side of my finger to keep from cumming. When the urge to shoot subsided, I licked the pre-cum off of my fingers and palm. My dick vibrated with tension. Over on the rock, the hunter removed the bottle from his crotch, set it on the ground, and leaned over to untie his boots. As he bent down his hard dick slid up against his abs and buried its foreskin covered head in the patch of hair between his pecs. I savored my own ...

... pre-cum thinking about the slimy trail his dick was leaving on his belly and chest. At that point, the urge to put his cock in my mouth was overwhelming. I reached for my quivering dick and squeezed more juice onto my finger, raised it to my mouth, and sucked it off. After removing both boots, the guy peeled off his socks. As each sock came off, he massaged the foot for a few seconds. He then stood in bare feet and stepped out of his pants. He hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his briefs, slid them down, and stepped out of them. I got an awesome view of his melon-round ass and two heavy balls swinging low between his legs. I thought I saw a tuft of silky hair in his ass crack, but maybe that was just hungry imagination. He stood, completely naked, and rubbed his hands across his chest and tight stomach before turning to sitting his bare ass back down on the rock. At this point he took a big swig of wine before rubbing the cool bottle across first the right nipple and then the left. His head tipped back as he groaned. My mouth dropped open when he leaned his torso back and raised his legs again to balance on his butt. With thighs tense and toes pointed, he poured a trickle of wine onto each nipple before drizzling it into the furrows of his abs. Wine ran down into his crotch, around his hard dick and over his balls. It flowed into the hairy crack of his ass and stained the rock he was sitting on. My mouth watered and my cock spit more pre-cum onto my fingers, which I quickly ...