The Hunter - Sex Stories

The Hunter

... lapped off. My dick throbbed visibly with my pounding heart. The hunter lowered his feet to the ground and sat up. He curled over with his mouth directly above his crotch. I thought I would cum without touching myself when a long drool of spit ooze from his lips and slimed his cock. As it landed his prick jerked up and down as the warm spit coated it. Three times he spit on himself, twice onto his cock and once onto his balls. Then he rubbed the slimy stuff into his sack with one hand and smeared it up and down his shaft with the other. As both hands rubbed in the spit, I looked at his face and knew he was oblivious to anything but that sensation. His eyes were closed and he held his bottom lip pinched between his teeth. One hand tugged at his balls and the other ran up and down his dick with a little twist around the head each time. I rubbed my own cock as I watched him. There was so much adrenalin in my system that my whole body shook as I tried to decide whether to stay put and shoot my load on the ground or walk over and lick the wine off of his wet hairy chest. I had never caught anyone masturbating before and sort of wanted to hang back and see what else he would do to get himself off, but he was so damned hot. I knew I could shock and probably embarrass him if I walked up while he was naked and pounding his meat. That thought cinched it for me. Maybe the shock alone would cause him to cum when he saw me. If I timed it just right, he might pull his hand away just as his ...

... cock jerked on its own and spewed cream all over his tensed abs. That would be so hot! Very slowly, I stood up. My dick was still poking out of my jeans as I stepped from my hiding place and stalked the hunter while he played with himself in front of my cave. His preoccupation with his own cock and balls made it possible for me to get almost to the rock where his beefy bare ass was squirming. I came up on him from behind and slightly to the right. Suddenly, he tensed and jerked around to look over his shoulder. I was a fully clothed stranger sneaking up on him and he froze. Unfortunately, the shock did not set off his orgasm. But his cock bounced and swirled as he twisted around to face me. He reached quickly to his left and it was my turn to be scared as I suddenly remembered he had a rifle. But instead of the gun, he grabbed his shirt and wadded it up in his lap to hide his dick and balls. "What the fuck! Get out of here, asshole!" He yelled at me, converting his fear to aggression. I responded in kind. "No way, motherfucker. You're in my god damned campsite and you're drinking my god damned wine!" That deflated him a bit and after a second or two he stuttered, "Dude, man, I'm sorry, I was... I was just...oh, man, sorry, I..." He was fully humiliated by the situation and hid his dick in under his shirt. I noticed his squared-off, scruffy face was exceptionally handsome. Then he went quiet and his eyebrows scrunched up as he noticed my cock sticking out of my fly. "You were ...