Hunting Trip

Joe was a guy in his early forties that I worked with when I was 21. There were three other guys on the crew and all of them were elk hunting fanatics!

Every year the four of them would take off for a week and try to fill their tags. I had hunted deer for years but never elk so I jumped at the chance when they invited me to join them.

We arrived at our spot in the late afternoon the day before the season opened and set up camp. Greg towed in his camp trailer which could sleep three guys comfortably and house all of our supplies. It had a complete kitchen and bathroom with a shower that we used every other day. It was a small shower that a guy could barely fit in. Joe had brought a rather large and fairly new cab-over camper that he and I slept in. It too had a bathroom but we avoided using it. 

I've never been much of a drinker and I'm still not but the other guys could put down beers like nobody I knew. Every evening as we cleaned up and prepped dinner the beer cans started to pile up. The supply seemed endless. 

On the third night, I again had far too many beers. By the time the guys decided to call it a night I was already half asleep in my camp chair. I wobbled up the steps into the camper and poured myself into my bunk which was below Joe's who had the upper bed that was over the cab of the truck. It was Joe's turn on our alternating schedule to shower so he grabbed a towel and headed off to Greg's trailer. I barely remember him closing the door behind himself before I fell asleep. 

I'm not sure exactly when but at some point later in the evening I woke up to my blanket being moved around and then a hand sliding down the front of my underwear. When I opened my eyes, I could easily make out Joe kneeling next to my bed with his shirtless torso suspended over my mid-section as his hands struggled to slide my underwear off of my hips to allow for better access to my penis. Still drunk, my brain was in a fog and it took awhile for me to consciously realize what was happening. It may have been the copious amount of beer or the shock or more likely a little of both but as Joe started to stroke my penis with one hand while cupping and messaging my testicles with the other, I felt like I couldn't or shouldn't move or say anything!

I know... weird, right?

I became erect very quickly and Joe stroked me slowly with a firm grip several times before leaning his head over and taking my erection into his mouth. When he swirled his tongue around the perimeter of my head i let a soft, restricted gasp escape. Joe paused for a moment. If there was any illusion in his mind that I may have been still asleep I'm certain it was shattered. I realized then that Joe was actually completely naked and as he knelt next to me playing with my cock and balls he would occasionally tease and stroke his own. I obviously wasn't a virgin and had recieved my share of blowjobs from several girlfriends but this time it was different. I had never gotten one from another guy and to be honest it felt a little weird but it also felt pretty fucking good and I didn't want him to stop! 

In a hushed voice I quietly said two words...

"Don't stop."

Joe began to vigorously stroke me. With his other hand gripping and stroking his own cock, he set me on the verge of cumming.

"You gonna cum for me?" 

"Mmhmmm..." was all I could manage as cum shot all over Joe's hand and my stomach. Completely satisfied that he had emptied me, Joe stood up and then sat on the side of my bed and jerked off until his own cum shot onto the floor of the camper. He didn't say anything as he sat there for several minutes and recuperated. It was a surreal experience that, up until that time I would have never thought I'd have.

After Joe cleaned himself up he climbed up into his own bed and was asleep in no time.

The next day Joe acted... well, like Joe! He didn't say anything about the events of the night before and neither did I. I did however replay that night a hundred times in my head the whole day. Not saying that I had an orientation crisis but I did wonder several times if I was gay or at least a little bi. Through out the day the memory would set off a raging erection that forced me to walk off into the trees and find a place to masturbate.

I realized at some point that it was on Joe's mind too when I noticed he would glance down at my crotch on occasion. Any apprehension about the circumstances I found myself in faded as I realized that at certain times I was actually hoping that there would be a repeat of that night. I also wondered if at some point Joe would want me to reciprocate. I wondered if I would go through with it should the situation arise?