Gay Erotic Stories

Every fall when deer season opened there would be hunters milling around in the woods my family owned that was part of the farm I grew up on. Some of the hunters would build "deer stands" and leave them until they returned the next year. A deer stand is a structure hunters use to hide from the deer, usually they are in trees or on stilts to get a better view. Mainly, the kind of deer stand the hunters left in our woods were flat platforms in trees that were just big enough to sit on. In the summer, when I had the woods to myself I would find a stand and climb onto it. Often the hunters left behind some trash, one summer when I was 17 I found a magazine showing men and women having sex that had been hidden in a small box on top of a stand. I was 6', and about 185lbs. I had some body hair, but because I was blond it was light and hard to see. Flipping through the worn magazine got me exited, especially when I got to the part that showed three men shooting onto a woman's breasts. I beat off trying to imagine what the hunter that had left the magazine looked like, and wondering if he had beat off while he was waiting for a deer. I knew the hunter that had left the magazine would come back to the same stand the next year, I waited all summer and early fall for deer season to start. It would be dangerous to sneak up on a hunter, but I knew the woods well and was pretty sure I could get away with seeing who had hid the magazine without being spotted. The first weekend of deer season a few guys had asked my dad for permission to hunt the woods. Two were going to go to the back of our property. The stand was in the middle of the property, near a creek. My cousin's husband, Gary, said he was going to follow the creek to see if he had any luck. Gary was 32, had black curly hair, and beautiful baby blue eyes. His rugged face showed a 5 o'clock shadow at all times. He had a full moustache; a crooked smile showed his perfect white teeth. He was 6'3" and about 230lbs. As if on a mission, Gary made his way straight to the deer stand. From behind a creek bank I watched him climb the tree, the first thing he did was check to see if his magazine was still there. To get comfortable Gary had to lean his back against the tree, his legs had to hang over the edge of the platform. He faced a clearing to my left. My heart was beating out of my chest as Gary took off his hunting jacket and tossed it over a tree branch. It was a warmer than usual fall day, he had on a white short sleeved T-shirt. It seemed an eternity before Gary picked the magazine up and started to leaf thought it. He found a page he must have liked, he laid it open next to him. My wildest fantasy was going to come true; he started rubbing his crotch. I could hear his belt buckle rattling as he opened his fly, he slowly squirmed so that he could slip his jeans below his knees. When he picked the magazine back up with one hand he stroked his cock with the other. I could see his cock getting fuller, he spit in his hand and pumped himself faster. He put the magazine down again, closed his eyes and rubbed his nuts with his free hand. I could see his breathing getting faster and his muscles stiffen. When he shot his load it flowed out of him like a fountain. His thick juice flew through the air and landed on the side of the tree and in some leaves. He shook his dick and the last of his cream fell onto the platform. By the time he started getting dressed I noticed it was getting late, I made my way on down the creek so I could return when he left for the farm. I waited for Gary to leave then went to the stand. My legs were shaking as I climbed the tree. I could smell Gary's sent on the wood where he had been sitting. I put my finger in the drop of the juice he had left behind, it was still warm. I tasted it, it was sweet and had a strong nutty taste. This had me so exited I pushed my jeans off and started jacking off. I left my jeans on the platform and climbed down to find the cum I had watched Gary spray on the ground. I found some on the side of tree and scooped it up with my hand and licked it. I found more on a leaf and dripped it onto my hard cock. I t felt so hot to stoke myself with the juice from a stud like Gary. Just as I was feeling my nuts draw up, ready to let my pent up frustrations go, someone put a rough hand over my mouth! Scared shitless, I spun my head around to find Gary holding me tightly against his chest. My limp dick had shriveled in my hand. Gary let go of me and said, "Looks like you are havin' fun. I've been watching you since you got here. I thought someone had followed me, I was hoping it was you." I started stammering, "I can explain… I found this mag…" He cut me off by reaching out and wiping a drop of his cum from my lips. He said, "It’s OK, I can give you some fresh, if you want it - straight from the source." His crooked smile made me weak in my legs. I fell to my knees and reached out for his crotch. Gary took his time opening his jeans, he looked down at me with a grin, "You're a hot kid." When he opened his pants I dove for his cock, it was semi hard; I could smell his spit from when he jacked off. I breathed in the smell of his dark hairy crotch, it was very strong and musky. As his cock got harder in my mouth I felt of his chest, which was very hairy. His ass felt hard, it too was covered in hair. When I moved to lick at his low hanging nuts Gary moved my mouth back to his hard meat. I felt his nuts slap up against my chin when he started pumping my face. As he continued to fuck my mouth I noticed his nuts drew up as his trusts got harder and deeper. A couple of times I gagged at the force he used, but was happy that he was getting into letting me suck his cock. Suddenly Gary stopped humping, thew his head back and growled through gritted teeth, "Eat my load babe. Ohhhhh." I shot in my hand. After taking a couple of deep breaths Gary looked and me and said, "Thanks man, you are incredible." He took my hand and licked up the cum I had shot into in. Without swallowing he grabbed my head and kissed me hard. I swallowed my cum as he slip his tongue into my throat. His moustache tickled my lips. When Gary pulled his mouth off of mine he slapped me on the ass, "You need to get some pants on boy. I'm going to take you huntin' everyday."