Hunting With My Father-In-Law

My father in law invited me to go on a hunting trip with him. Everything was fine the first day, but in the evening he brought out a bottle and stripped down to his shorts. We had a fire going and it was getting hot. There was only a couch for us to sit on, so I opened my shirt and told him not to put any more logs on the fire. I didn't want to strip as I was large and only had pouch pants on. Well, it got around to him telling me to take off my pants. As I did, he asked if he could touch me. This was my father in law and I was embarrassed, but he grabbed me before I could move away. He started to stroke me and I gave in and laid down on the couch. He took me to such great heights; more than his daughter ever did for me. He said he was sorry for what he had done, but he had this gay side of him and always noticed how big my package was. When we got into bed and the light was turned out, I turned to him and asked if I could try to return the favor. I never touched another guy like some of the jocks in high school did, but I guess every guy at one time or another wonders what it's like to be with another man. It was easy to get into it as I knew what I liked but did not want to disappoint him. I asked him to guide me and let me know when to expect his release. In the morning, he said, "Let's hunt till noon and then we can play around again." We both enjoyed the hunting trip and I know I'm looking forward to the next one.

— Xavier, 35