I was the first one awake and out of bed next morning. The others were still sound alseep,purring softly as they slept. I quietly stoked up the fire and started a pot of coffee. Next up was Tom. He rose slowly from bed, being careful not to bump his wounded cock against anything. He walked to the table bow-legged, his fat cock-head peaking out from his buttonless fly.

"Mornin" I said softly, careful not to wake the others. He grunted a reply. As he approached me he laid his hand on my shoulder and gave it a surprisingly gentle squeeze. "Thanks again for helping me last night" he said. "I would have been scarred for life if you hadn't acted so fast" "No problem" I said. " How is it this morning?" With both hands he spread open his fly as his battle weary cock rolled out. It appeared swollen and red but there were no signs of any blisters yet. "You need to get some more chicken fat on it" I said. He looked at the pan of fat on the table and down at his cock. He seemed at a loss at how to go about it. Again he looked back and forth and then finally looked back up at me. His eyes implored me to help him. His lack of modesty wasn't surprising. He had nothing to be modest about! "Alright, I'll show you what to do this time," I said "but I'm beginning to think you enjoy it when I rub your cock!" He grinned briefly but then said seriously "I'm am really concerened about scarring".

I gathered up a small amount of fat on the tip of my fingers and rubbed it in my palms to get them coated and slick. I sat in front of him as he stood facing me, his cock just inches from my face. "Grab your cock by the head and stretch it out as far as you can without hurting yourself" I said. He grabbed it by the tip between his thumb and forefinger and gingerly but slowly extended his arm outward. I grabbed another finger full of fat and lightly ran my finger up and down his cock, buttering it up like an ear of corn. I rubbed my hands together again to warm them up, then brought both palms up and gently massaged and rolled his cock in my hands while he continued to hold it out for me. A moan escaped his lips as the soothing ointment did its work. The more I rubbed the more he moaned. Was it just my imagination or was he starting to get hard? The fat was now well rubbed in but I continued to massage his growing cock in my palms. The moaning suddenly stopped. As he cock grew it began to stretch on the burns and they started to hurt! I released him from my grip. His cock poked straight-ahead to it's full 12 inches for a moment and then started to rapidly deflate. Soon it was fully flaccid and hanging heavy out his fly. "Better put that monster away before it gets in any more trouble!" I joked. A redness rose in his cheeks and a smirk crossed his lips as he winked at me and whispered "Thanks". "Could you help me with it later?" he asked. "We'll see," I said. "Do you really need my help or are you just looking for a free hand job"? I joked. Again he blushed and added seriously: "I'm really worried about any permanent damage". "Don't worry," I added in equal seriousness, "I'll keep an eye on it". Soon Harry and Dick were up and we all sat down to breakfast.

Day three had dawned with frigid cold and near blizzard conditions outside. Dick paced from window to window, looking out into the blinding whiteness. "Looks like the bear are safe for today" he said. "I'm not going out into that mess," he added. Everyone agreed with him. What in the hell were 4 guys going to do trapped inside a tiny one-room cottage for the next 24 hours? Harry opted to read a stack of ten-year-old hunting mags that he found in the nightstand. Dick went to work cleaning all our rifles while Tom decided to rest in bed. He hadn't slept well last night. I chose to just lie in bed, day dreaming in between catnaps. I studied each of them closely as they moved about.

Dick was liked a caged tiger, pacing back and forth with furtive glances out the frosty windows. His eyes were dark and brooding and his muscles twitched randomly. He resented this forced confinement. Harry seemed totally absorbed in his hunting magazines. Every once in a while he'd share a new hunting tip he'd just learned with the rest of us.

Poor Tom slept as best he could, his hand cupped over his cock for protection from new unseen attacks. I of course had to lie on my stomach most of the day to hide my ever-present boner as I watched the hunks move about. The room reeked a testosterone!

Around 6:00 PM Dick decided he was going to cook dinner. He checked the provisions and rustled about in the pots and pans. "How's chili sound guys?" Fine with us!

We all began to move around a bit, cleaning up our messy home and stowing things away. Harry went to slide his boots under the bed and discovered a cardboard box tied up tightly with baling twine. He pulled it out from under the bed a set it on the table. "Think we should open it?" he asked. It wasn't like someone actually lived here. The place was part of a series of cabins spread out through the wilderness that the outfitter strictly for hunting groups. "Careful" I said. "That might be a Pandora's box!" (I don't think any of them knew who Pandora was). Harry pulled out his pocketknife and cut the string. When he opened the flaps of the box out jumped a mouse, startled from his winter nap. It scurried around the table, with Harry hot after it with his boot. Wham! Wham! Wham! Went the boot, each time missing the terrified mouse by a fraction. Finally the mouse jumped off the table and fled down a hole in the floorboards. Our only true excitement so far for the day was over and we all focused our attention on the box. It seemed to packed full of magazines wrapped in brown paper as well as an assortment of small boxes, also wrapped in brown paper. Harry ripped the paper off a magazine to reveal the cover of a girlie magazine with a big- titted blonde on the cover, her legs spread wide. "Wee doggie" said Dick. He decided to see what was in the small boxes and tore one open. It was full of condoms labeled 'Xtra Large - Assorted Neon Colors and Textures'. "Lot of good these are going to do us", Dick said. "There ain't a woman around here for a hundred miles!" "I suppose we can look at the mags though" Harry joked. Doing just that kept everyone busy while the chili cooked. Each guy had a mag and flipped through them, trying to act casual. Tents began to appear in everyone's long-johns, including poor Tom's. "Ouch, Ouch, Ouch" he kept muttering as his cock stretched on his wounds. The chilli started to boil over so we all dropped our reading materials and sat down to eat. Spirits seemed to have brightened among the guys - it must have been the sight of all those pussy pictures that did it. Didn't do much for me! Not a single cock in one of them!

After dinner we started playing cards - poker naturally. We used condoms as poker chips: Day-Glo orange was a nickel, Lime green was a dime and florescent yellow was a quarter. Ribbed condoms were fifty cents and last but not least, French ticklers were worth a dollar!

Since we didn't hang around outside of work, these guys didn't know that I was a bit of a poker ace. I had participated in several poker tournaments and had even won a few. I had been banned in more than one casino for my ability to 'count cards'. Since there was no 'real' money involved here, I didn't think it necessary to tell them. Besides, this could become interesting if it all went as I hoped it would. By the way the guys were thowin' back the whiskeys I knew this wouldn't last long.

I cleaned their cocks (oops, I meant clocks!) in no time and had a huge pile of Day-Glo condoms piled high in front of me. Play stopped for a while as the conversation turned to the magazines. Who would have left this 'sex survival' kit here anyway? They discussed boob sizes, the pros and cons of a shaved pussy verses a hairy one. They all complained that it didn't seem fair to them that they couldn't find a woman who could deep - throat them. I just listened, not joining in. What did I know about women, or pussy for that matter? But I knew that I could 'deep throat' a huge cock better than anyone! (Better keep that one to myself!) As they talked their hands would slip below the table to give themselves a quick stroke or two on their growing cocks.

"You guys want to play anymore cards? I quipped, with a broad grin on my face. They were 'on to me' and my poker abilities by now but they really had nothing more to lose. "What's the game, smart ass?" chided Dick. "Not much sense in playing strip poker, we're already down to our skivies and socks" I looked down at the rainbow of condoms on the table. "How about 'trick poker'" I said. "We'll do a 4 way card cut. High card tells the low card what to do with a condom! Loser gets to choose the color of his choice!" They had all had just enough to drink to loosen up any inhibitions they might of had. "Worth a go" they agreed.

I slapped the deck down on the middle of the table. "Somebody draw". "Not me!" cried Harry; "You go first!" "What a bunch of wimps!" I said, reaching forward to make my cut. I slowly turned over my card. "DUECE!" shouted Dick. Harry drew a nine, Dick drew a five and Tom drew a Jack. Tom grinned ear to ear. "Get him good Tom," cried Dick. Howls of drunken laughter filled the room. "Pick out a condom" commanded Tom. I pondered the condoms carefully, trying to make a joke out it. I tried to act like I was eyeing a box of chocolates, trying to guess which one was the caramel. Would it be this one? No, maybe this one as I picked them up and squeezed them. This got the guys really hootin' and hollerin'. I chose an orange one and held it up proudly before them.

Tom was at a loss as to my orders. You could imagine the wheels spinning in his liquored up brain trying to think of something. "Oh, oh, I know! Open it up and blow it up like a balloon! I was disappointed! I was hoping for something a little more interesting! I dutifully did as I was told and blue it up to the size of volleyball. I licked my lips and said, "Hey guys, these things are flavored to match their color. This one tastes just like an orange! More yelps of laughter. "Now what?" I said, looking a Tom. "Beats me!" he giggled, shrugging his shoulders. I pointed it at him as I released the balloon, sending it farting its way through the air at his head. He ducked and weaved to escape the thing, as if it were something disgusting. The guys were hysterical with laughter!

Now they were eager to play!

We all took a cut off the deck. Harry got an ace, Tom an eight, Dick a five and.....yup, I drew another deuce! Harry was more than eager. He already knew what he wanted me to do. "Pick your poison, mister" he said in his best John Wayne voice. (Now, while the orange was mighty tasty, I thought I might try the lime green one this time, especially if Harry's order involved sticking it in my mouth again.) I held up the chosen green rubber and proudly held it in front of me and said in my best falsetto voice " Please be gentle with me Harry!" Tom nearly fell off his chair with laughter. Dick was laughing so hard he could hardly breath and was gasping for air. Harry took long swig off the bottle of whiskey and paused for a dramatic effect. The other's grew quiet in heightened anticipation as they awaited his order.

"Put it on" he said quietly.

"On what?" I replied, tipping my head at him and raising my eyebrow.

"Oooooo... went Tom and Dick in mock suspense.

"You know what" said Tom coyly.

"Put in on my finger?" I asked mockingly. I held up my middle finger, wiggling it in front of him. The others were quiet as they watched the 'cat and mouse' act going on in front of them.

"ON YOUR PECKER!" he ordered, grinning. (He was really getting into this!)

"On my what?" I demurred, feigning ignorance.

"Your pecker, your dick, YOUR COCK, ASSHOLE!"

The table erupted again in laughter and I laughed right along with them. (I was beginning to enjoy this too!) I put both palms on the table and made a dramatic show of standing up. Once standing, I held the condom before me, examining it like a fine cigar. I threw my shoulders back for dramatic effect dove forward to my groin. My theatrics had the guys rolling with laughter. With a finger and thumb from each hand (with my 'pinkies' held out) I unbuttoned the last 4 buttons of my long -johns, one at a time, glancing up and smiling at them with each one. The buttons now undone, I gently grasped each flap and began an exaggerated strip routine while humming the 'strip theme' (you know the one). First the right flap. Then the left flap. After several times I threw both flaps open and quickly reached in, grabbed my semi-hard 10 inches (I brought the balls out too for good measure) and flung them forward and outward and cried "TA DA"

All three of them had been leaning forward, their elbows on the table. As I flung my cock out they all jumped back, surprised that I actually had the nerve to do it. Or was it because they were shocked by the size of it? I don't think they thought that a guy my size would have a cock to measure up to their fat mammoth cocks. There was quiet now as I took condom and ripped it open with my teeth, spitting out the wrapper. "Ready boys?" I said in my best Mae West accent. I held my now hard cock with my left hand and placed the condom up to my cock-head. I slowly, very slowly, began to roll the condom down my rigid shaft. I eyed each of them as I did so. All three were staring intently at my cock. Harry had his hand in his lap, under the table. The Day-Glo Trojan was down my shaft about nine inches and would go no further.

It was too small.

"Huh" I said, my hands on my hips, "I guess I need the double xx size"

The guys looked up at me and down at my rubbered dick and then back up at me again. Their mouths hung open.

"That good enough Tom?" I said.

"I'll say!" he said, perhaps a bit too quickly, "I mean ya, ya, now put that pecker away before you poke someone's eye out!" That broke the spell of silence and we all laughed. I quickly removed the rubber and forced my hard cock back into my long-johns and sat down.

"Let's go again!" said Dick, growing hornier by the minute. "I'll draw first!" He drew a four. "Uh oh" said Tom, winking at Dick. Tom's card was also a four. "Uh oh" we all said. I drew a 10 and Harry drew and king.

The mood in the room was changing. There was still a lot of laughter, but now it had an edge to it. Harry was to be the boss, for the second time. He argued that since it was a tie, they both had to do something with a rubber.

"Both of you stand up" ordered Harry. "Choose your weapons" he commanded. We all chuckled. Tom chose a French tickler. Dick chose a yellow one. Both stood nervously awaiting his order. "Rubbers on cocks" said Harry. "Aw, come Harry!" said Tom. "DO IT!" barked Harry.

There was definitely a sexual tension in the room. Dick was looking very eager, judging by the tent in his drawers. Tom looked nervous. Dick's fingers worked feverishly at his buttons. Out lunged his cock. Toms cock was starting to tent his long-johns too. He looked embarrassed, but his cock said otherwise. His cock made it out on it's own through his buttonless fly. They both opened their condoms and started to put them on their cocks. "NOT ON YOUR OWN COCK!" barked Harry, "EACH OTHERS!" "No way" protested Tom. "Chicken shit!" chided Harry. Dick approached Tom and quickly rolled the bright yellow rubber down on Toms engorged dick. "Ouch, take it easy!" cried Tom, holding his tenderized cock. "Your turn" said Harry, motioning toward Dick. Tom stepped forward, facing Dick. He slipped the Trojan of the head of Dick's fat cock and quickly rolled it down half way. "ALL THE WAY!" ordered Harry. Harry's cock was rock- hard, its head peaking out between the 7th and 8th button of his outfit. "DO IT!" said Harry. Tom reached forward and rolled the rubber on as far as he could go, right down to the base of his cock. Dick grabbed his own cock and began stroking it. "God that feels good!" "I don't think I can stop fellas'! So he didn't! He just stood there stroking his cock, his other hand tugging at his balls. Harry was stroking his cock through his long-johns at first, then brought it out for all to see. I joined in, pinching a tit with one hand as I stroked my rod with the other hand. Tom looked forlorn. He didn't know if his cock was up to it, what with his wounds. With my free hand I grabbed the pan of chicken fat and motioned for Tom to take some. "Time for a treatment anyway" I said. He gently rolled the rubber off his cock and tossed it at Dick. Dick evaded it without loosing a single stroke.

Tom was standing next to me as I stuck 2 fingers in the chicken fat and began buttering his cock with it. "That's as far as I'm going," I said. It's your cock, you do the work!" His big paws lightly began to stroke his tender cock, but then he stopped. "My hands are too rough". "It hurts". He looked at me with those puppy dog eyes, begging me. "Oh all right!" I said. We stood facing each other and I stroked his beautiful cock while pumping my own. Tom stood with his eyes closed, his mouth parted slightly. Harry and Dick stood side by side, jacking their huge cocks like they were in a race to the finish. Dick's tongue hung out the side of his mouth as he panted. A rumble rose up out of their throats and rumbled through out the room as we all neared climaxes. A deep guttural moan came from each of us. We all came at nearly the same time, except for Tom. Cum was flying everywhere! Harry and Dicks cum flew across the table at each other. My load hit Tom across his chests. He was the last to shoot. It built up slowly. It was a mixture of both pleasure and pain. "He kept murmuring: "oh god, oh god" With a grunt and a groan he jammed his cock into my hand and started shooting with a velocity I didn't know was possible from a human cock. The first volley shot over my shoulder like a bullet. The second landed in my hair. The third volley shot out and hit me right between the eyes and it stung like hell, like being hit with a paint ball gun. The remaing shots sprayed out, speckling me with dozens of drops of his hot cum. His legs trembled and his body convulsed as the cum was finally drained from him. His legs began to buckle as I pulled a chair up for him to sit on. I was a bit weak in the knees myself. "I haven't been in a circle jerk since I was a kid" laughed Harry. I think they were all a little embarrassed and maybe a little guilty too. Everyone headed for their respective beds, more than a little drunk and sexually drained. Sleep would be welcomed. I slept right through till morning.

continue reading...  The Bear Hunt - Chapter 4