DAY ONE

It's been done since the dawn of time. Man was meant to hunt to provide both food and for his family. It was the 'manly' thing to do. I had been invited this bear hunting trip by the guys at work. It promised to be several days of 'male bonding' and friendly camaradeire. Any other man would have jumped at the chance to go but I was actually dreading it. I'd said yes to the trip but then realized what it would mean.

They were all great guys; that wasn't the problem. How could I spend several days in complete isolation with 3 men who drove me crazy with desire every day during our 8 hour work shifts? Name the best characteristics of any masculine, macho man and you could find them all in these 3 hunks. All 3 were towering hulks of hot, mouth-watering man-meat! All were over 6 foot tall and had bod's like linebackers. Rock solid dudes with enough body hair to make a grizzly jealous. Hands the size of bear paws and huge feet to match. Chiseled faces with brooding eyes and Neanderthal brows, each sporting a 2-day stubble in various colors of blond, brown and black. They had voices so deep that it sounded like rolling thunder when the spoke all at once.

So what was the problem? I'm gay and they're not! I had never officially 'come out'. I just assumed that they all knew that I was gay - I've never tried to hide it. I'm just your normal looking (compared to these golden gods) type of guy. Not overly masculine, but by no means feminine. I'm about 5 ft. 9 in. and tip the scales at a whopping 160 lbs. I guess the only 'macho' thing about me would be my bushy mustache and the size of my dick. In the dick department I did pretty good! 10 inches of lean cock-meat with a killer cock-head! Straight as an arrow and always eager to shoot a load!

Don't get me wrong, I was grateful for being invited to join them. I felt honored that they felt comfortable with my sexuality and me and weren't threatened by it. We'd all worked side by side at the refinery for years and they all knew I could, and would, pull my weight. I think they all respected me as a man and co-worker. I just hope that they'd still respect me after the trip. It wouldn't easy too keep my hands off these guys while living in the close quarters of small log cabin!

Tom, Dick and Harry (I swear!) were to pick me up on their way out of town. We had a 10-hour drive due north and then a 3-hour snowmobile ride to the cabin. They pulled into my drive in Dick's SUV and honked the horn. I was packed and waiting (anxiously) and leapt into the back seat with Harry, the blond bombshell. The SUV was jammed packed with gear and provisions. That meant Harry and I had to set right next to each other, our legs pressed together. These guys were the strong, silent types so there wasn't a lot of conversation over the next 10 hours. The testosterone in the air was so thick you could almost taste it on your lips! Heaven help me for the next several days!

We reached the base camp at 4:00 PM and switched to the snowmobiles for the final 3-hour trek to the cabin. The 4 of us shared 2 machines. I sat behind Harry, while Tom and Dick shared the other machine. Damm it was cold! I snuggled behind Harry to block the wind and stuffed my hands under my armpits to keep warm. An hour into the trip the trail became treacherous and I was having trouble staying on the machine as it bobbed and weaved through the woods. Any normal person would have wrapped they're arms around the driver for safety, but I had hesitated, not wanting to seem 'too friendly'. I was probably being too paranoid about my 'homo-osity'.

Just then Harry veered to the left to avoid a stump. I could feel my body rise up off the seat and I reached out to grab at Harry's coat, but it was too late. I flew straight ahead, sailing right over the stump and landing with a muffled thud into a snowdrift. Harry was there in an instant to dig me out. No harm done (except to my pride). As we climbed back on the machine, Harry reached back and grabbed my arms by the wrists and brought my arms around his waist. "Hold on tight, it's going to get even bumpier," said Harry as he throttled forward. After hitting another major bump my ass flew off the seat and I was airborne again. I quickly reached even further around Harry and grabbed what I could to hold onto. Both hands grabbed at his crotch and hung on for dear life! My heart raced at the close call and then I realized where my hands were, and believe me, I had a handful! I quickly moved them up to his waist while shouting "Sorry" to the back of his head. Several more times over the next 2 hours the same thing would happen. Each time I would yell "Sorry" until he eventually said "Just leave them there, My balls are freezing and I could use the warmth!" I covered his basket with both hands, careful not to squeeze or fondle, just cover it for warmth. As we jostled along the trail it was impossible not to rub or tug at his ample goods. There was definitely a reaction coming from him too!. The sizable mound in his lap was getting larger and warmer. I felt his body relax a bit as he leaned back against my chest. I snuggled closer and held on tighter. I even ventured a gentle squeeze and was rewarded with a definite throb of his cock in reply! All too soon we were at the cabin.

The next hour was spent setting up camp and getting a fire started in the massive stone fireplace. The cabin was small, just a 1-room setup with 2 double beds and a table with 4 chairs and nothing else. No bathroom, no kitchen, nothing! An out-house behind the cabin would be our toilet and we'd have to cook over the fireplace. We'd have to wash our dishes and bathe with melted snow. Talk about roughing it!

I was surprised by all the supplies that they'd brought along in the sleds that were towed behind the snowmobiles. Plenty of eggs, bacon, steaks, chickens, and an amazing amount of beer and spirits. These guys must be serious drinkers! We'd never associated much outside of work and I realized that I really didn't know too much about them.

Tom had started a roaring fire and the cabin was warming up nicely. All of our chores were finished and everything was stowed away. As the cabin got warmer the heavy winter clothes we all wore were taken off and hung on the drying line above the fireplace. Soon we were all down to just our long-johns and heavy wool socks. For the next 7 days, that would be the uniform when not out hunting. Dick opened 4 beers and passed them around as he offered a toast: "To bear's and beer!" "Amen" we all chimed in. I tossed a few potatoes wrapped in foil into the coals of the fire and laid out 4 huge T-bone steaks on the swing-out cooking grill. Most of the talk during dinner was about hunting plans, what ammo to use, the best time of day to spot bear. I was a novice at all of this so I just 'listened and learned'.

It was amazing to witness the change in these guys. At work they all went about their jobs in a daze, doing everything by rote, rarely talking. They gave their time to the job, but not their hearts. Here, their jobs were the last things on their minds. This was their time. Spirits were high and so were the expectations for the days ahead. This was a time for them, real men doing manly things. To look at us, I was undoubtedly the 'fish out of water' but they made me feel welcome and a 'part of the pack'.

Soon we were all exhausted and ready for some serious sleep. It was close to 11:00 PM and we planned to be up at 6:AM to catch the morning light. Tom and Dick grabbed one bed and Harry grabbed the other. I opted to make a run to the out-house before turning in and decided to forgo putting all those clothes back on. I slipped on my boots a made a dash out the door in my long-johns. The out-house was small and smelled like it should; like shit. As I stood there pissing, I thought about the ride up here and how nice it felt to be sitting so close to Harry. My cock began to rise as my steaming hot piss disappeared down the shit-hole. As much as I may want to, I decided that I had to behave myself for the next 5 days. Too much risk to our friendship, not to mention my job, to try anything.

As I returned and opened the door I could see Tom and Dick lying in bed, gazing at the fire. Harry appeared to be asleep already. Just as I was closing the door, which opened outward, the wind blew up and slammed the door back at me, hitting me in the back, knocking me forward. The door latch caught my long-johns as I fell forward, ripping them. I hit the floor cursing, while Tom and Dick laughed their asses off. I stood up and closed the door and checked myself over for injuries. The laughter quieted down as I looked for the tear in my clothes. I craned my head around while sticking out my ass and found the hole, just as Tom and Dick and spotted it too. Amid another round of laughter, Tom quipped: "At least you won't have to take down your drawers to take a shit, you've got a ready made trap door, just like the old fashioned ones!' Amid another round of laughter I climbed into bed next to Harry who, having been awakened by all the laughter, had already fallen back to sleep, facing the wall and snoring gently. I drifted off to sleep dreaming of bears. Not just the bears out in the woods, but the 'bears' here in the cabin with me, particularly the one in my bed!

I awoke to sensation of the bed shaking. The fire had gone out and the room was freezing! The shaking sensation was coming from me as I lay there shivering. I got out of bed and stoked up the fire and tossed in enough logs to carry us till morning. As I stood at the fire warming my ass and backside, I eyed the other guys in their beds. Tom and Dick slept back to back; the covers pulled up close around their heads. Harry appeared to be just a big lump under the covers; his head completely covered up. I couldn't tell which end was up. All 3 were snoring softly, deep in sleep. Finally warmed, I gently lifted the covers and climbed back into bed next to Harry. I felt the bed begin to sag in the middle and felt Harry roll onto his side, spooning up against my back. His arms were curled up into his chest, his legs bent at the knees. I slowly moved back against him, grateful for his body heat. I drifted off to sleep once again. I awoke again sometime later, this time in a sweat. Harry's arm was draped across my chest, his body pressed against mine. One leg was wrapped over mine, against my thigh. I fell asleep again. I dreamt that I was deep in the woods and went looking for shelter. I had crawled into what I thought was an abandoned bear den. It was dark inside and I had curled up next to what I thought was just a big clump of dark brown earth. The dark brown clump turned out to be a full-grown male grizzly! I had disturbed his winter nap and he was angry as hell and 'out for bear'. Like males of any species, he woke up with a raging erection. He reached out in a bear hug and pulled me into him. The massive bear cock was planted between my ass cheeks. Suddenly I awoke from the dream.

I felt something hot and hard lodged against my ass, throbbing rhythmically against my ass cheeks, dangerously close to entering through the hole in my long-johns. Harry was obviously out of it as he snored behind me. His cock was wide-awake and 'out huntin' for action. It had escaped through the fly in his drawers. It would throb against my ass rapidly, 3 or 4 times, as if knocking at someone's door. Each time I would move away, and each time the hungry cock would follow, demanding to be let in. As much as I was enjoying this, I couldn't let it continue: Harry might wake up. My own cock was wide-awake and wanting in on the action! Oh what the heck, I'll just lean back a little and see what happens. I moved back towards Harry and his cock made contact with my ass again, slipping right through the hole in my 'Johnny's', and parking itself right up against my hairy asshole. Jesus, what a rush! The head of his massive cock was leaking buckets of pre-cum all over my ass, getting it slick and slippery. Again his cock began it's 'knock, knock, knock' at my backdoor, wanting to be let in. I didn't dare move a muscle as I lay perfectly still, waiting for Harry's cock to make the next move. Then I felt a strong, steady pressure at my asshole. Harry's cock was coming in, invited or not! I pushed back ever so lightly and the tip of his dick pushed in, not the whole head, just the very tip. It stayed there for several minutes, twitching and throbbing. I pushed back a little more and suddenly my ass opened up and sucked the head of Harry's hot cock in. We both stopped moving, waiting to see who would make the next move. I was in a near panic, crazy with lust and terrified with fear. Harry was sound asleep but his magnificent cock was alert and on the prowl. We stayed motionless: the huge cock-head just inside me. My own hand grasped my cock, slowly stroking my rigid 10 inches.

Harry's breathing was becoming heavy and he'd stopped snoring, although I was sure he was still asleep. He shifted slightly and I felt his cock begin to advance, entering my hungry ass in a slow, steady march forward. Was it ever going to stop? Just how big was this guy? Just when I thought I couldn't take another inch, he stopped, his cock buried to its root. His balls rested against mine and his crotch hair matted against my ass cheeks. I had 11 inches of fat horse-cock jammed up my ass! It flexed and throbbed and grew in girth, stretching me wide. I fought to control my breathing amid the excitement. This surely couldn't go any further without Harry waking up! I lay perfectly still, not moving a muscle. We were frozen in place like this for an eternity, the only movement coming from Harry's cock as it continued to throb. Harry started to snore gently. I had to end this!

I slowly pulled forward, his cock withdrawing in a slow, delicious, luxuriant retreat. Further and further it withdrew until just the fat cock-head was in me. We were locked together like 2 dogs in heat. I clamped my ass down on his cock-head and held on tight. You're not leaving just yet fucker! I thought. I'm not done yet! I held his fat cock head firmly clamped in my ass while stroking my own cock. I felt a hot load of cum boiling up deep in my groin. Harry's cock-head popped out of my ass just as I shot my load. I stifled a moan as I pumped my load onto the sheets. Harry slowly rolled onto his back, his snoring growing deeper. Exhausted, but content, I slept.

continue reading...  The Bear Hunt - Chapter 2