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Subject: GAY/INCEST “BROTHERS GO HUNTING” Chapter 6 BROTHERS GO HUNTINGby Mike hoo Dear Nifty reader. Authors enjoy your feedback, so if you will, please take a moment to share your thoughts, ideas and feedback. ALSO, please fty if you can make any donations. They deliver a real benefit to all, and especially in these days of pandemic and to shut-ins around the world. The donation details appear on the site’s home page. VI. The general quiet again was reverent, as Steve and Tom Meadows moved the cat into the cooler, pending the Mills’ pick up Monday. It was now nearly noon but no one was hungry, just tense and excited. There’d be time for a meal later. All just wanted hot showers and to kick back and unwind. Bryan realized he still owed Bill and the boys a feral hog hunt and approached them, asking about a delay until Monday as he just wasn’t up for getting back out there this afternoon. All agreed, then Bryan turned onto hwy 77 and headed to his 10 acre spread; Bill and the guys went to the Super 8 leaving Jeff alone in the Meadows’ parking lot. The wind was kicking up and the road grime and dust spiraled up in whirls. The late January sun was warming the air as he climbed in his truck and headed down 77, slowing, then turning across the livestock gate and onto the gravel road that led to Bryan’s ranch-styled house. Hearing the approaching truck, Bryan stepped onto the wide porch with the typical Texas porch roof. Standing shirtless already and barefooted, a cold Lone Star in his right hand, he gave a slight wave to Jeff as his Game Warden-friend, approached. The pair ducked back inside out of the bright sun and sat quietly. They listened to a Fleetwood Mac “Greatest Hits” album, as Bryan finished his Lone Star and Jeff sipped down a sweet tea. The pair of old friends had been through high school, Afghanistan and college together; had shared good times and bad. Jeff knew how much Bryan needed support and comfort and not just sex. Jeff took his bro’s hand, they walked to the broad bedroom that faced the stand of mesquite trees out back then slowly undressed each other, made their way to the large gang shower. Jeff fired up all nozzles to high force. He led Bryan into the center of the 12 jet multi-level nozzles and let them pulse against his firm body, before wrapping his own arms about his friend. The hugged each other intently chest to chest. Jeff soaped his buddy and then himself, rinsed in the intense sprays, reached for the oversized towels and dried Bryan completely, before taking him to bed. They lay in each other’s arms, legs intertwined, chest to chest, crotch to crotch no hardons present, just firm support and Love. Yes Jeff was always conflicted about his bisexuality and yes Bryan had always been there to walk or talk him through tough times, but now it was about being there, for each other and more to the point, Jeff being there for Bryan. kaynarca escort They drifted asleep until Jeff’s cell woke them at 2:00. It was his wife asking about lunch, he tensed. Bryan woke, recognized Jeff’s wife’s voice and remained silent, as Jeff explained that he had a tough day and would be around by supper then hung up. The two men kissed slowly and passionately, each taking the other’s tongues and squeezing their rough hands on muscles that were taut and yet sensitive. By 3, Jeff admitted to Bryan that they all needed to eat if the guys hadn’t done so already. Bryan phoned Bill about chow, and learned they’d all been snacking but wanted more of Tia’s. Bill added that Mitch may be occupied later that night with another motel guest and Ed was moaning about not getting enough the night before. There was muffled laughter on Bryan’s end of the call. Bill had wondered why Bryan and Jeff had not tied the knot years ago, so to speak…. The pair dressed and met the others at Tia’s for supper. Jeff phoned his wife; it went to VM and he left her a message about dinner. He could not have known that after their earlier call, his wife backed the white F-150 onto Tech View, then Longhorn Lane before turning north on hwy 77 to Corpus, and out of his life. The nachos and salsa, guacamole and Dos Equus filled the table, highlighted by the pitchers of frozen margaritas, all before the entrees arrived. Mitch was gabby about the railroad guy at the motel and their plans for the night. There was no mention of the day’s hunt and there would be time later to discuss Monday’s. Tia, Rico and Ali arrived with all the entrees on a cart. The guys dove in, all hungry, having not really eaten since the breakfast tacos almost 12 hours ago. Jeff tried his wife again and still to VM, he left an updated message that he and the guys from the hunt today were celebrating and he’d be in by 10. The convoy of guys made their way back to the Super 8. It was now 6:30 and as they parked outside 101 and 102, the crew of railroad vehicles, caked with muddy sludge and tar pulled in and parked in the center area of the parking lot. Seven guys emerged from the trucks, with one, Granger, heading to his room 202. Mitch waited for the rest of his crew to hit their own rooms, before calling 202 and asking about coming up or him coming down? Granger agreed to come down to 102 and meet his “party buds” after a shower. Bill, and his sons, Bryan and Jeff settled into a conversation about the Monday hunt and as Bryan covered the routine info and safety materials, the boys grew bored and distracted. Bill got their attention and Bryan continued. If they wanted Tia’s breakfast tacos “they’d better call her now as the place closes in 10 minutes”, Bryan directed. Bill made the call, booked the order and recapped Bryan’s hunt guidelines and timing. Mitch and Mike joined Jim and Ed orhanlı escort in 102, as a knock on their door announced Granger’s arrival. Bill, Bryan and Jeff sat quietly as the muffled noises emanated from next door. Bill rose, closed the inner side of the adjoining room door and returned to the pair at the small round table by the a/c unit. Looks and furtive glances told all. In no time, Bill and the other two were naked and triple kissing each other. Slowly Bill dropped between the pair of hunks and sucked each cock slowly, then moved to the other, repeated the mouth work and returned to the first. This teasing back and forth produced volumes of pre-cum from Bryan and Jeff, as Bill had planned. More muffled noises from next door. Jeff tapped on the common wall and things quieted down a bit. Bill resumed giving both head. Soon they hit the shower and all 3 were soapy and rinsing off before heading back to bed. Again, Bill assumed a doggy position, taking Jeff in the ass and Bryan down his throat. The sequence of doggy, fucking, sucking and rest; followed by more of the same, lasted until about 10 pm when Jeff begged off to head home. After Jeff’s quick shower and dressed, Bryan thanked his buddy for the support and loving, Bill thanked him for the fucks…The Game Warden made his way onto hwy 77. Bill and Bryan knocked on the common door with 102 and the party expanded. Bryan heard his cell in the other room and by the time he reached it, found Jeff’s missed call. He listened intently, tugged up his jeans slipped on Bill’s Topsiders and a t-shirt and flew out the door, down 77 to the Longhorn Lane Subdivison, into the drive on Tech View and Jeff’s stunned pose; handing Bryan Vicky’s , that “she was gone, she couldn’t compete with work or the others” that was all she’d written. Jeff was in tears and it was Bryan’s time to console and he did. They remained there quietly before Bryan urged his buddy to take a breath and come back to the motel; that he didn’t need to be alone and that he could stay but the neighbors might talk. The pair went back to the motel. Bryan, Jeff and Granger served as tops for Bill, Jim, Ed, Mitch and Mike. The top men trio had all the head and tail they could handle. The night and sex ended; Granger left for his room, Bill, Bryan and Jeff went to 101, the 4 cousins settled into 102, all waiting for the early morning wake up alarm and the day’s hunt. Sunup came early this Monday. Tia had breakfast tacos ready and Bryan and his hunters headed to Mr. Morgan’s place after learning from him through Jeff, of a feral hog raid on his chicken coop; every egg gone or crushed. The morning wind stirred. The guys arrived at Morgan Ranch, found the owner in his ATV at the stock gate, waiting for Bryan. After introductions, the 3 hunters and their guide headed to the edge of the chicken coop, then followed the torn up soil and debris tepeören escort to a clearing. The far set of trees offered cover and perhaps water and shelter so they made their way across the pasture to the stand of trees. There was a small natural spring, trickling water across flat rocks, before forming a shallow rock bowl. The hogs had rooted soil and small rocks enough to scoop out more of a “waller” and had left a mess. While there were no hogs present, Bryan knew they’d return and wondered if the herd had meandered to Buster’s farm across the road and down a bit, by the larger “waller”? He phoned Jared, inquired about the family and asked if he’d seen any hog signs yesterday afternoon or overnight. Jared admitted to not hearing any but would alert Bryan if he did. Suddenly the wind died off. The creaks and groans of the mesquite trees ended and even the birds were gone. At a distance, Bryan thought he heard the grunting, squawking noises of rooting hogs. He hand-signaled Bill and the guys. Alert to the approaching grunts and snarls, Bryan knew they were exposed in this open area at the edge of the “waller”. He gave the Ready To Shoot signal and using his right index finger directed the three hunters to the upper part of the stream bed. Bryan took his own rifle from his back and armed it and aimed it slowly, using his sight to scan the open area and then the narrow break of trees. He felt the hair tense on the back of his neck and he slowly raised and lowered the barrel of his rifle at the narrowing spot for the others to focus on. The rooting snarling , growling noises grew closer, the guys were stiff and braced against a few trees to protect their rears but that would also prevent a retreat if the hogs attacked. At that instant 4 big boars broke through the underbrush right to the edge of the narrows and in rapid succession each dropped to the ground. The furor set in and 3 huge sows came forward, paused and as they did, they too were dropped. There was at least one more boar and 2 or 3 additional sows that broke and ran, but no sign of piglets. The guys were ecstatic. Mr. Morgan arrived after the shooting stopped, with a flatbed in tow on his ATV. They loaded the hogs aboard Bryan’s truck and after thanking each other, made their way to Mr. Meadows’ place. The adrenaline rush was different from the cougar hunt yesterday but being on flat ground facing a bunch of big feral hogs was danger enough. Again the routine with Jeff got handled, the Meadows agreed to donate the meat after slaughter and prep. Bryan presented Bill with his hunt invoice, who promptly paid and added a major tip for the weekend excitement. The hunters would celebrate with rib eyes from Meadows Meat Market on the small grills around the pool at the Super 8, before sunset. Bryan and Jeff left Bill and the guys, finishing off those steaks as the sun began to set. Arriving back at Bryans’ place, Jeff reached in the back seat of his truck, pulled up his tote bag and the pair went inside, lit a fire and sat together, watching and listening to the fire, with shadows that danced across the room and lit up their faces.
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