Hunter

Hunter was staying the weekend at my place. I didn’t mind at all. Being my stepsister’s son, we were only related by marriage, so my ogling of him didn’t make me feel bad. To be honest, I hadn’t seen him in ten years – not until I moved back to town this past summer. Hunter grew from a small, skinny boy to a young man of six foot one, about two hundred pounds of masculine meat. His dark read hair and dark brown eyes stood out against his otherwise pale complexion (probably the ‘ginger’ part of him). Last time I saw him, he had a squeaky voice. But now, his voice was deep, his shoe size was a fifteen and he could grow a beard (albeit a scraggly one).

He’s dated the same girl since he was thirteen which, to me, is highly unusual for a young, horny kid. And he didn’t seem too into her at all: once they broke up and then got back together because, as he said: ‘she wouldn’t stop bugging me’. Everyone at his school thought he was gay. Add to that fact, he pinged my gaydar something fierce and, let’s just say I believed the rumors. But he liked to be in the city, far away from his small farm town, so having him here was good for him and gave me some eye candy.

Earlier today, Hunter had come in the kitchen where I was reading. I noticed his fuzzy legs ended in large feet. And he wasn’t wearing any underwear under his basketball shorts, which allowed his golf ball sized dick head to swing freely. Wow, very nice and unexpected, I thought to myself. Just then he reached up in the top shelf, causing his shirt to rise up exposing a very nice and fuzzy red haired triangle of his stomach to become visible. 

He stood against the counter, and we chatted for a bit while he ate his granola bar and drank his sport drink before he headed off back to his room. I readjusted my now engorged member in my own shorts and went back to my reading. But my mind drifted as I wondered what he looked like naked.

Later that evening, Hunter came home from wherever he was and plopped down across from me on the loveseat. He spread his fuzzy legs wide, again in basketball shorts (wherever he went must not have been too formal, but he was an adult now, almost in college, so I didn’t ask). We chatted about school, and, in the middle of the conversation, he crossed his legs. This pulled his shorts up his thigh, exposing a hairier, more muscular thigh that I expected. We shot the shit for a bit before he said he was going to his room to watch TV.

A few hours later, I awoke, having fallen asleep on the couch. I turned off the TV and headed down the hallway. Coming up to his room, I saw the door wasn’t closed, opened a crack, light from the TV lightly shown through. As I reached to knock – I wanted to close it to give him some privacy – I heard something odd. I looked through the opening and was delighted in what I saw.

Hunter was lying on his left side, naked, facing the door. He was propped up on an elbow and was on his phone, his right leg pulled up against his ass causing his knee to stick up in the air. He was lying on the bed was his hard cock, sprouting out from a mound of dark, red bush. Its head was enormous and round, with the edges flared. I couldn’t see his balls based on the angle he was sitting, but he was concentrating hard on his phone. I couldn’t see what he was looking at, but by the way his dick continued to grow and bounce with each heartbeat, I guessed it was porn of some type. 

As I watched, I felt my own shorts grow tight, then wet, as my own dick was leaking almost as much as his, based on the glistening of the TV light from his shiny cock head. I studied his hairy legs and smooth chest and arms: seems Hunter is one of those guys that’s hairy from the navel down and smooth from the navel up! 

After a few minutes of my heart beating hard in my ears, he dropped his phone and turned over to his back, placing his left arm behind his head, exposing a dark tuft of red hair in his pit. My legs got weak as he reached down and started stroking his dick. Hunter’s hands are bigger than mine and when he wrapped his hand wound his cock, his fingers and thumb couldn’t touch together. As he pulled his dick up, his balls came along with them. They weren’t small and were covered in long, red hair. Eyes closed, he starts stroking himself. Slowly at first, caressing his head a few times with each up stroke – probably smearing his leaking pre around for lube. 

After a few minutes of lubing himself up, he pulled his left arm from behind his head and started rubbing his nipple. This caused his stroking to speed up. He had a nice twist motion with each down stroke. I watched his chest start to rise and fall faster as his right hand increased not only its speed, but also its force – each down stroke was harder and harder, making a wet ‘splat’ noise as my pulled down more and more pre. 

His neck and face turned red, and I realized his nipple play had become a constant ‘pinch’. I almost felt bad for that thick cock of his as he abused it more and more with each passing second. As his hairy balls disappeared, I noted his chest had stopped moving and his face almost glowed red. His legs stiffened, showing a surprising amount of muscle. His head popped up against his chest and it looked like his head was going to pop off. 

His hand slammed down on his now wet bush hard, his thick dick twitched, and a volley of thick, white liquid erupted from his one eyed monster. It shot over his head, hitting the wall. Then another did the same thing. Then a third, this time, landing on his face, looked to be thicker than the first two. Then a fourth, wide load landed on his chest – I saw some of that splat on his beard. Then his head fell back and his chest dropped quickly as he expelled the air he had held in his lungs. His right hand started to furiously pound his dick again, through cum everyone. His legs twitched as his whole body squired like it was being electrocuted.

He let go of his nipple and grabbed his balls, pulling them down hard as he continued to pump his meat. The redness of his face and neck abated, but he didn’t stop pumping. His dick, which might have thought it was done for the night, plumped up again. I watched the cum on the side of his face reflect the TV light as his right hand picked up the pace yet again. He rose his left leg and reached his left arm down further. I couldn’t see what was happening there, but after a few seconds, he gasped and his eyes popped open. I can only assume a finger or two found their way inside his hole because he smiled, closed his eyes and dropped his head back down, his right hand never stopping.

Several seconds later I heard and saw him inhale sharply as he seemed to lessen his grip on his dick, but kept up the pace. He raised his head, looking down as his cock as another round of cum blasted out from it. This time it didn’t got as far, but seemed to be of more volume. Each downward stroke seemed to elicit more boy seed from his giant, golf ball size cock head.

Nine or ten strokes later, he finally started to slow down, catching his breath. I had to do the same as I think I stopped breathing that whole time. I reached down to my own shorts and noticed not only were they wet, but soaked and dripping on the floor. I was so enthralled with this scene, I didn’t notice I came in my own shorts – and came enough that it went through my shorts and pooled in the hallway. 

Hunter released his dick, allowing it to fall with a wet ‘splat’ on his stomach; the head of it going a good inch or so past his hairy navel. He dropped his hands to his side as his chest rose and fell – his body trying to get the oxygen he deprived himself from to the necessary areas. He looked to his left, then to his right. Then he leaned over, exposing his ass to the TV light. I could see how fuzzy it was and how the hairs in his crack looked to be caked with sweat. He leaned back over and took a shirt or rag of some type and wiped his seed off his face, then his chest, then his stomach, having to turn the shirt or rag a few times to absorbed as much of his cum as he could. 

He felt his hair for cum, then looked at the wall behind him. He laughed slightly and turned to clean off my wall. During all of this, his cock, never got much smaller than it was when he came. He swung his hairy legs around the side of the bed – his dick sticking out straight as if taunting me. He audibly sighed, as if proud of himself. 

Thankfully, his room had a bathroom in it, so he went there to get cleaned up. I took off my shirt and cleaned my own mess off of the hardwood, then sneaked back to my room as quietly as possible. I dropped quietly in bed, stupefied at what I just witnessed. As I drifted off asleep, I wondered if seeing him tomorrow would be awkward. And what I had to do to become a part of his night time ritual!