I awoke in the morning to the sight of three scruffy hulks hunched over the table. They were drinking coffee and talking quietly about hunting plans for the day. I loved the look of a man just after he's woken up; puffy eyes, heavy beard, and tangled hair going in every direction, their voices even deeper then usual. They rubbed the sleep out of their eyes and stretched their tight muscles and growled as they yawned away the nights sleep. What a wonderful sight!

"Morning guys" I yawned.

"Mornin" they grunted in unison.

"Coffees on the hearth" said Tom as I staggered towards them, still not quite awake.

"Everyone sleep well"? I asked.

"Like a bear holed up for the winter" replied Harry.

That was about the extent of the conversation for the morning. Like I said, they were men of few words.

We spent the day out hunting, each of us staking out our own territory. Each carried a flask of whisky to ward off the cold as we sat at our hunt sites, waiting for some action. I sat for hours and hours and didn't see or hear another living thing. I drifted off to sleep around 2 in the afternoon and awoke later to the sound of something large thrashing through the brush, heading my way. My heart skipped several beats with the thought that a bear might be heading towards me and I was scared me shitless. I raised my gun, my finger on the safety, and waited as my heart almost lept out of my chest . About 50 yards out I saw the branches of a large pine tree sway as something pushed it out of its way. Snow tumbled off its branches and fell silently to the ground. My heart pounded and my throat turned dry in anticipation and more than a little bit of fear. I raised the gun to my eye and sighted the scope towards the action, waiting for a definite target to appear. I was just about to release the safety when out of the brush stumbled Harry. He was half in the bag!. He must have finished off his flask of whiskey early. I lowered my gun and was about to call out to him when he stopped dead in his tracks, swaying to and fro. Down came the zipper of his snow suit and into it went his left hand while his right hand held his rifle. He fished out his cock and out it flopped, heavy and huge and half hard. I had never seen such a thick cock! His cock wasn't what you'd call a 'beer can', his cock looked more like a fifth of whiskey! His hips pushed forward and a thick stream of hot piss arched out in my direction, the steam rising up from the snow as it melted. I made sure the safety was on my rifle and raised the scope up back up to get a close-up look at him. As his cock came in to the circle of my scope, its cross-hairs centering on the engored mushroom head and my jaw literally dropped! Wow! He pissed on and on, his bladder slowly draining. As he pissed his cock hardened a bit more and a muffled fart escaped him and echoed through the woods. When the flow of piss stopped he shook his cock a few times, draining it of its last drops. It continued to grow as he shook it. It now arched out and down, heavy and semi-hard. Through the riflescope I could see him give it a few strokes, like he was going to jack off, but the frigid air made him think better of it. He stuffed his half hard cock back in to his pants and rubbed it a few times through the thick material of his snow suit. I lowered my rifle as he turned and stumbled back in to the thickly wooded cedar grove.

We had all agreed to return to camp at around 5:00 PM, as darkness came early this far north. I'd had enough for the day so I thought I head back to the cabin to get a fire going and throw a couple of chickens on the roasting spit over the fire. As I approached the cabin I could see fresh tracks in the new snow; one of the guys must have returned early. As I neared the cabin I could hear an odd, squeaking noise, growing louder as I approached the cabin. I crept up and peaked in the window. It was fogged up from the inside but I could make out a figure standing in front of the fireplace. As I peered through the glass I could make out the image of Dick, his right hand pumping furiously at his crotch, the flooring boards squeaking in a steady rhythum. I couldn't quite make out the image of his cock, but I could tell just from the length of his stoke that it was a whopper! Even in my blurred view through the frosty window I could see the outline of two huge balls.

Just then a shot rang out and I hit the ground, avoiding Dick's line of sight out the window and any bulletsthat may be heading my way. I could hear a commotion in the cabin and figured Dick must be scrambling to stash his cock back in his pants. Wouldn't be prudent to be caught jerking off by one of the guys. I was on the north side of the cabin and I could hear him open the door to look out. Hearing nothing, he closed the door. I waited a few minutes andthen came around to the front of the cabin, making lots of noise to alert Dick that someone was coming. As I opened the door Dick was sitting in a chair, his feet propped up on the table, his hands folded across his lap trying to hide his still semi-erect cock.

"Somebody get a shot off?" he asked.

"Not me, must have been Tom or Harry. I see you decided to call it quits for the day too" I replied.

"Too cold for me out there, I was freezing my balls off!" he said.

I thought of those very same balls that I had just eyed through the window and thought what a shame that would be!

I tossed some potatoes on the fire and started getting dinner ready. We figured the others would be back soon since the shot would scare away any bears left in the area and it didn't make sense to stay out in the cold any longer than necessary. Harry returned first, followed by Tom a few minutes later. It turned out Tom had gotten a shot off at a young bear from about 100 yards, but he had missed by a mile.

Dinner wouldn't be ready for about another hour. Chicken was best roasted slowly over an open fire. Off came the heavy clothes and out came the beer and whiskey as everybody settled in for the evening. Four guys lounging about in baggy long-johns and wooly socks. Crotches bulged with long sausages and double goose eggs. No hard-ons, but still a nice sight to see! I was ribbed incessantly about the hole in my backside.

"Looks mighty inviting" quipped Harry. (He should know, his cock invited itself in last night!)

Harry grabbed his cock through his drawers with both hands and shook it at me, like an imaginary baseball bat. "I almost froze this thing off today while taking a piss out in the woods and I need somewhere warm to park it for the long, cold night ahead!" he said, joking. "Is that an offer?" I said grinning back at him, with a side wink to Dick, letting him in on the joke. No answer. There were laughs all around, again at my expense, but I took it good-naturedly and so did they. If they only knew!

We all sat around the table drinking, waiting for the chickens to cook. As I looked at each of them I was awed by their raw animal appeal. Each day they became more grizzled in their appearance as their heavy beards began to fill in. There was no need to comb one's hair in the wilderness and it showed, as curly locks tumbled over their foreheads and down into their eyes. Hair poured out from every opening in their thermal underwear. Hair of every color filled the room, spilling over their collars at their necks and from hairy forearms. Harry's hands were extremely hairy. Coarse blond hair covered the backs and tufts of finer straw colored hair sprouted from every knuckle. Tom had one sock off and was rubbing his foot. Dark black hair spread across the top of the foot and short patches sprung forth from every toe- joint. His feet were monstrously huge! His big toes were like clubs! I closed my eyes and imagined what it would be like to have that huge big toe shoved up my ass. I'd play 'This little piggy' with those toes all night long! Did I mention that feet really turned me on? Yup! Hand and feet, the bigger and hairier the better. I 'snapped to' and realized I was getting a boner! I sat forward, hiding my growing erection under the table. Dinner was ready.

The guys ate ravenously, tearing chunks of meat off the chicken, not even bothering with tableware. They sounded like a pack of mad dogs growling over a bone as they gnawed away. Grease dripped down their hairy fingers as their eyes carefully studied each piece of meat, as if planning which hunk to bit off next. I'd give anything to lick that fat off for thick fingers for them! Dinner was done in no time and everyone seemed to have had their fill. Belches and farts echoed around the room. Tom stretched out on the ragged old bear rug in front of the fire while Dick and Harry sat at the table scratching their crotches and rubbing their full bellies. I cleaned up the dinner dishes but left a roasting pan of bones and fat drippings on the table. I flopped down on the bed and stretched out. Everyone was quiet and gazed at the roaring fire, watching the flickering flames and glowing embers. Tom's chest was rose and fell in a steady rhythm as he lay in front of the fire as he drifted off to sleep. I was about to nod off myself when I noticed Harry and Dick staring in Tom's direction. Tom's cock was reacting to the warm fire and was starting to grow. I watched in fascination as a mound began to rise up from his groin. Soon I could make out a thickening shape growing upward, creeping toward his naval. It got snagged on the 4th button up on his long-johns and appeared trapped. His cock continued to grow but now began to bow in the middle, determined to keep growing despite the obstruction. Just when it looked like his cock was about to break in half, the button popped off his long johns and out thrust his cock, waving victoriously in the air at its accomplishment. Now freed from the confines of the cloth it could grow to it's fullest. With each beat of his heart the mighty cock would wave in the air, thrust skyward in victory! A quick glance at Dick and Harry told me that they saw it too. These guys might not be gay but the could still appreciate a well hung man when they saw one!

Harry's hand lay across his lap, trying in vain to hide his mighty rod while Dick discreetly massaged his balls through the material of his drawers. We all stared at Tom's mighty cock as it swayed in the wind, thick as a bat and a foot long! It had us mesmerized, like a cobra as it bobbed and weaved in the air. Suddenly a log shifted in the fire. A loud 'crack' from the embers sent a plume of sparks flying out of the fireplace towards Tom. We watched in horror as they rained down on him, landing on his chest, arms, legs and crotch. In an instant we all pounced on him at once, swatting at the hot embers that were burning his long-johns, before they could get to his skin. Tom didn't know what the hell was going on! All he knew was he had a killer erection and his three buddies were trying to beat the shit out of him! Hands were grabbing him everywhere! Suddenly he felt a searing pain shoot down the long length of his cock and he screamed out in pain. I grabbed a beer off the table and doused his crotch with it while the others stood back in shock, waiting, watching, worried. Confident that we got all the embers out, I pulled back from Tom as he rolled up onto his side in a fetal position, his hands gently cradling his now flaccid cock. I grabbed the pan of cold chicken fat left over from dinner off the table and scooped up a dripping handful. With out hesitation and without thinking I pushed him back over onto his back and grabbed his cock with one hand, pulling it outward as far as I dared without hurting him. I slathered the cold chicken fat up and down his cock, hoping to stop the burning action of the hot embers. He looked into my eyes with both gratitude and bewilderment as I continued to rub the chicken fat up and down his cock. His body began to relax as the intense pain began to ease. I stopped my rubbing and gently laid his reddened cock down on his stomach. Even soft it reached up to his hairy belly button! "Thanks" he whispered, still not quite sure of what the hell had just happened.

His hands slowly explored his body, examining the dozen or so holes burned into his long-johns. An occasional flinch telling me that some of the hot coals had burned through to his skin. He gently cradled his cock and assessed the damage as we watched in sympathy. He grimaced as his fingers found the source of the worst pain. An ember had hit him just below the head and had rolled down the entire length of the once long, hard cock, burning as it rolled. I helped him to his feet and walked him over to the table and under the lamplight to take a closer look. His cock hung down like a ring of cooked baloney, red and puffy. He gently lifted his cock up as we all looked at the underside for signs of injury. Red welts began to appear from its base all the way up to the head.

"The chicken fat really helped" groaned Tom. "What made you think of doing that? He asked. "Boy Scout training, I guess," I said. "Works just as good butter for skin burns! "You'll have to keep applying it several times a day so the wounds don't blister" is said. You'll be good as new in a day or two". I added. "You'll also have to watch it closely for signs of infection" I said. By now were all ready for bed. That had been enough excitement for one night. As Tom hobbled towards his bed his cock flopped out of his fly. With that fourth button missing, there was nothing to keep his horse-cock corralled in his long johns.

I only woke up only once during the night. I was spooned up against Harry's back with my arm draped over his waist. My hand was thrust inside his long-johns and was firmly wrapped around his huge throbbing erection. He was snoring softly as I slowly withdrew my hand from his fly (after a few gentle strokes, of course!) and rolled over and fell back to sleep. If I'm not careful I'm going to get myself in heap of trouble, even in my sleep!

continue reading...  The Bear Hunt - Chapter 3