It was a crisp, late November evening in Eastern Canada and we had just driven for an hour through back roads to our remote hunting site. My father-in-law, Edward, parked the truck in a tightly overgrown drive way of sorts, under cover of some trees. The rest of the way to the little cabin had to be by foot, and not just because the driveway was impassible, but because, "Deer don't like the smell of a warm, old pickup," at least that's what Edward would say. Ed was short and stocky and "rough and tough" - a label he'd give himself with a twinkle in his eye. He was a seasoned hunter in his mid sixties, physically strong and ruggedly handsome and he was as spry and energetic as a man half his age. Being a man about half his age, I had to wonder about that - he seemed to have more energy than I did!
The temperature hovered around freezing as we climbed out of the pick-up. I was bundled in layers from head to toe and Edward was wearing his old camo one-piece hunting suit which, although extremely warm, was fitting snugger than ever that year. Before we got the rifles out of the gun rack Edward said, already using a hushed voice, "If you gotta go, you gotta go here by the truck. Deer don't like the smell of a man's piss."
He turned away to pee beside the truck and I turned the other way to do the same. The air was still, as if slightly stiff from the cold, and without even a ruffle of clothing I began to hear Edward's healthy stream hitting the frosty leaves on the ground. Letting out an almost inaudible sigh, Edward finished up, but I hadn't even managed to get my cock out from under three layers of clothing.
"You're faster than me old timer, give me a minute to finish up," I whispered, and finally I popped my thirty five year old cock out into the air and began to wiz onto the frozen ground before me.
The silence was again only disturbed by the sound of my piss hitting the leaves, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Edward looking my way as he leaned back against the truck behind me. It was peaceful out there in the seclusion of the forest and he cherished the silence, which seemed to lay over us like a thick blanket. And there was the excitement, the anticipation of maybe a buck going home with us later. I wasn't much of a hunter, but just being there with Ed an knowing he was enjoying himself made it all worth while for me.
I finished my pee and after some fussing about with my under garments I finally managed to get myself tucked back in. We gathered our gear and set off for the cabin, taking our time and trying to be as quiet as possible. You see, we had baited a spot behind the cabin with a heap of apples a few days earlier and the chances of walking in on a deer having a snack were really quite high. The excitement was invigorating and we shot each other a quick smile as we neared the cabin.
Now to call this shack a cabin may be painting the wrong picture, so let me describe it before I go on. It was a 10 by 11 foot box with a roof. One door on the front, and one small window on the back. No insulation, no protection from the cold except for sheltering us from the wind, if there was any. That night there was none.
As we approached we could see there was no deer at the apples, so we hurried inside to settle in for the big wait. That's really what it is, no matter how you want to look at it - a big long meditation game, waiting for something to happen. There were two wooden chairs inside, specifically chosen for their solid, quiet construction. You do a fair bit of shifting in your chair as you sit, quietly, in the twilight of the cabin, looking out the window, and the chairs didn't so much as creak if you happened to move.
We sat facing each other a few feet apart. Edward had the kill shot waiting because he sat on the side of the window with a clear view to the apples and he kept the stock of his rifle resting on the sill, with the barrel out the window. The idea was that you didn't want to move anything to make the shot if a buck should come into range. My view out the window was out on an opposite angle and I couldn't see the apples at all. I began to share Edwards excitement and I really hoped a deer would appear, but my view was of another animal, and that was just the way I liked it anyway. After many, many years of knowing Ed I had secretly grown to lusted after him. He was a perfectly handsome daddy bear with a soft, mature physique and he sported a nice broad belly. He was as masculine as an old man could get, but he had a soft, gentle side that could warm the coldest heart. There was just something about him that made his easy to be around and I felt very lucky to have him as my father in law.
So there we sat. Some times looking at each other, sometimes glancing out the window, but mostly we sat with our eyes closed, listening.
An hour drifted by.
I opened my eyes and looked over at Edward sitting there with his eyes closed, his legs crossed at the ankles underneath his chair, with his knees spread wide, forming a nice open V. I let my eyes drink up the sight. He was a beautiful bull of a man, a little under 5,7 and stocky in all the right places. A little gray hair at the temples stuck out from under his cap. He was a rock solid bear with the belly of a man who liked to spend evenings in front of the TV watching boxing and eating crackers and cheese. The solid strength of him was only slightly overshadowed by his nice round mid section - the rest of him was a lean as a fine old buck. I loved the way the suit wrapped around his hefty thighs and showed off the ample package where his thighs met his crotch. It was a sight I'll never forget.
My mind drifted back to memories of his living room, watching him sitting on the couch across the room - he would be watching TV, I would be watching him. There were several poses that got my juices flowing. I like to watch him sitting, leaning almost upright at the end of the couch with one leg stretched out straight off the couch onto the floor and the other bent at the knee with his foot planted on the couch, hiked up near his other knee. This pose had the effect of pulling the fabric of his light summer chinos tight over his crotch and depending on how he moved his bent knee his ball sack would be clearly outlined and I would watch his goose egg sized balls shift and roll about as he moved on the couch. He was also a lazy-boy napper during the day. Often I would find my self home alone with him, watching him nap fully reclined in his chair while massaging my own throbbing manhood through my pants . His thighs would push up his ball sack when his legs were together and from there I would watch his chest rise and fall, loving the view of his cock and balls piled high at his crotch, with his gray slacks bulging in all the right places. I also remembered a time in a hotel room while on a summer vacation trip to the south. I woke up at 4 in the morning and saw him, illuminated by soft moonlight, flat on his back in the bed across the room. A single, thin, cotton sheet covered his beautiful body. I got up to take a pee and on my way back to bed I paused in the shadows to gaze upon him - I watched with amazement as the sheet began to rise between his loins and in the moonlight I watched his cock harden and swing from south to north where it came to rest, pointing straight up onto his belly, like an engorged python after a hardy meal. I tried to judge the size of it - was it about the size of the telephone hand set sitting on the table between our beds? Something close to about 8 inches long and obviously thick - I jacked off in the dark hotel room wondering what it would be like to answer a call on it after the first ring and talk on it's for hours in deep, wet abandon.
I suddenly noticed my cock had become rock hard as I opened my eyes and found myself back in the cabin. My cock was fighting for space to expand in my layers of under garments. It was painful and uncomfortable and I reached down to rearrange my erection to allow it to extend upward. I looked up and Edward was watching and smiling, but he just slowly closed his eyes again but the slight smile remained. I sat back again, watching him breathing, and I noticed that as his chest would rise the crotch of his suit would rise upward, ever so slightly with the rhythm of his breath. The suite was connecting everything together and I imagined what it would be like to just grab hold of that package, feel the weight of his balls, the density of his hidden manhood in my hands.
My cock stiffened again, but this time it was pointing straight up to my belly, and I covered it the best I could with my jacket. Watching Edward was something I could do all day long, and I had a feeling he knew. He straightened his back and stretched slightly, and as he did he brought his knees together which forced the package at his crotch to tighten into a large ball atop his closed thighs. He paused briefly in this position, opened his eyes and watched me grope him with my eyes. I looked up from his groin, locked eyes with him briefly and looked back down at his groin, making him fully aware of the focal point of my gaze. He closed his eyes again, gently smiled at me and spread his knees wide again. A slight sigh escaped his lips. I could watch him do that all day and NEVER get tired of it.
I licked my lips as his thighs spread and I watched his manly package fall lower at his groin, but this time the contents had shifted to one side, slightly favoring the right leg of his suit - his right leg resting under the window.
CRACK!
The distinct sound of a big animal approaching though the hardwood forest behind the cabin brought me back from my fantasies. Edward's eyes flew open and his eyes grew big and round for just a moment. The excitement level was a tangible thing between us as I watched him turn his head, slowly, and look out over the apples.
