Subject: The Man, the Youth, and the Boy/Chapter 3 THE MAN, THE YOUTH, AND THE BOY By Adam Private So that we continue to have a forum to share our stories, please consider a donation to the archive: fty/donate.html Disclaimer: This story is pure fantasy, created for adult consumption. Comments/feedback to: ail CHAPTER THREE October 2025: The Bow Hunt Told by the Youth and the Narrator Note: Chronologically, this chapter immediately follows the events of chapter one. THE YOUTH Nothin’ much gets Bones excited these days, save when he sees the bows come down from the wall. Then that surly old cur will scramble up from his haunches, all of a sudden full of energy, tail a’wagging, like he’s still a pup instead of a geezer of twelve. For about four months now, we’ve been practicing mostly pheasant hunting using the traditional bows Antonio stocked in the cabin. Though we’ve had no problems with post-pandemic marauders or nothing like that, we agreed when we got here in the spring that we’d try to get through a full year before we’d risk giving away our location with any nonessential rifle fire. Well, I gotta tell you, bow hunting is darn tough. And not to boast, but if I’m being honest, I started getting the hang of it before Adam. I had done a fair bit of rifle hunting with my dad, and Adam….well, he’s real fit and all, but maybe more of a city boy, if that helps explains it. And Caleb, of course, well, he just doesn’t have the skills yet. Anyway, I’m not saying Adam didn’t start getting the hang of it, too, but I kind of led the way, which made me feel pretty good. You know, like I was making a real contribution to our survival. Anyway, last week we decided it was time for me and Bones to make our first solo hunting trip, so Adam could spend more time on other stuff. He’s been pretty intense about getting ready for the winter, and there’s lots of stuff needs doing, and lots he needs to teach Caleb. Fact is we all got a whole lot to do, and Adam is the guy making sure it all comes together. You gotta respect that. To help give a sense of things, our cabin is hidden pretty good about half way up a ridge that’s dense with fir trees, deep in the Sawtooth foothills. It’s pretty dang remote. There’s a nice clearing set well back into the firs for the cabin, and a couple of sheds, and an area big enough to let in good sun for a vegetable plot. We cleared a path to a stream about a hundred yards north where we collect most of our water. Then below the ridge and maybe about a mile and a half down a gentle slope there’s a lake that’s pretty good for fishing — mostly smaller arctic grayling, but if you get lucky maybe a cutthroat trout. And then about a mile beyond that is the lower valley with a huge area of wetland grasses that is crazy with pheasant. That’s pretty much been our exploration so far. A few times over the summer, between the lake and the wetlands, we’ve come across a rafter of turkeys, which we’ve tried to add to our bird hunt. So far we’ve only scored one, but it sure made for some good eating. Oh, and also we see lots of rabbits. We discovered early on that Bones could usually be counted on to chase one down each outing all on his own. There is nothing quite like the proud strut of that mangy hound when he reappears from the brush with a lifeless bunny dangling from his jaw. Caleb almost cried for the little critter the first time he saw it, but once his tummy got a taste of rabbit meat he figured out pretty quick about the whole survival of the fittest thing. So when I set out with the hound this morning at dawn, I was pretty stoked. This may sound kinda queer, but the last couple of nights when falling asleep I’ve had this fantasy about scoring a big haul of game and returning to the cabin like I’m this victorious provider. I guess that’s pretty dumb, but, well, that’s how it is. It’s a nice fall day and the cur and I are both in full stride. Not sure if he’s wondering why Adam and Caleb aren’t with us this time, or maybe he’s remembering back when sometimes just the two of us would hunt quail with my rifle back home near Philo. Either way, he’s feeling no pain. As for me, I know this sounds weird, but something about being on a quest — out solo in the wilderness — is making my body feel alive. I guess there’s another way to describe it…..its making me feel horny. Anyway, without going into the boring details, me and Bones have ourselves a good hunt. All that practice and now we’re here to collect, and with just the two of us, we really focus on the job. And by noon we’ve bagged five pheasant and a chukar — enough for a day or two of good fresh eating, along with a nice bonus haul for testing Adam’s meat preserving skills. So I decide to bear-bag the birds up in a tree and do some exploring before we start back. I’ve had my eye all year on this big rock ledge that juts out from a ridge a little south of our bird hunting spot. I’m figuring its only about a hundred feet of elevation, which should be easy enough, but as it turned out the best ascent for Bones was a little less direct than I counted on. Anyway, about twenty minutes later, I finally march out onto the ledge, with the flagging cur bringing up the rear. Well, it was worth it, ’cause the outlook up there is sweet and there’s a real nice breeze. So we take a load off and dig in to the grub Adam packed for us. Bones has gotten pretty spoiled lately by human food, so truth be told neither of us got super excited about the offering of smoked fish and veggies mixed with some of our dwindling rice supply. But it didn’t matter much, ’cause mostly we were thirsty. I had to make sure to save enough water for the trek home. When we were done, Bones stretched out for a nap and I walked up to the rock’s edge and surveyed the valley, and beyond it the hills, and then on to the mountain range. It was a super clear day, and we were still in a real warm stretch for October. The breeze felt really good on my face. I felt really — alive…..almost like there was electricity coursing through my veins. Now, I know I’m supposed to be putting the whole truth out there with this story, so I’m gonna honor that, but probably it’s gonna make me blush telling what I did next. Right there at the edge of that precipice, I stripped down — naked as a jaybird — and jacked my big fucking fourteen-year-old cock for the whole damn world to see. Yeah, you heard me. Pretty crazy, huh? I can’t lie, it was exciting as holy fuck, even though no one was out there to see me — well, probably no one, right? Ha! I felt….powerful. I flexed my muscles, too, between strokes. I even beat my chest and bayed like a beast. Old Bones must have thought I’d gone nuts. aksaray escort And then I busted a goddamn load of manseed for the record books. THE NARRATOR The naked Man stood on the cabin porch and watched with both interest and admiration as the Youth strode purposefully off into the rising sun, bow across his back, a large satchel of arrows pointing up though his backpack, his faithful dog heeling as best as he could given the uneven terrain. There was something wistful in observing this young human/old beast duo, this pair of hopeful fowling accomplices — both of them exhilarated to embark on an adventure together. Back inside the cabin, the Man — as he had in the moonlight the night before — pondered the strength of his feelings. How paternally he had instructed the Youth on staying alert for bears and other dangers! While he was confident the Youth could take care of himself, he found he could not avoid an almost aching protectiveness towards his wards — an unfamiliar sensation for him prior to mountain life. The Man was nearly certain they were not alone in the valley. When he and the Scientist had acquired the land, they were told of two or three other cabins that shared perhaps a six-mile radius. Based on a few possible human footprints they had come across in the wetlands, and a few isolated instances of distant rifle fire over the summer, he presumed at least one of those other cabins was sheltering survivors. And while the time would come to connect with this potential expanded tribe, the Man expected it to be his role to manage the initial encounters. Even so, the Man also knew there was no holding the Youth back. He lived with little fear, and had a deep thirst for experience. He also appeared to have certain needs the Man and the Boy could not fulfill. Eventually, their current form of existence would become claustrophobic for all of them, but the good money would be on that happening to the Youth first — this was a being whose wings were born to spread wide. With the Boy continuing to snooze, the Man brewed himself some coffee — something he allowed himself on rare occasions from his limited supply of increasingly stale grounds. He sat at the table by the wood stove, where he normally made a plan for the day. Today, his plans were in flux. Oddly, knowing the youth would be out on his own for the day was causing a stirring in his loins. The Boy finally rose from his slumber and shuffled sleepily over to the table, still in his briefs, his shaggy cabin-cut hair framing his drowsy face. He hugged the naked Man unselfconsciously and asked after the Youth and cur, remembering it was their big hunt day. The Man instructed the Boy to collect the eggs from the henhouse for breakfast, and then watched from the window as the slender youngster first ambled gracefully over to the southern edge of the clearing to relieve himself. His back to the cabin, the early morning sun dappled off the Boy’s frame as he lowered his briefs and released his urine stream. Sensing the Man might be watching, the Boy turned his head toward the cabin and grinned sheepishly in the direction of the window. When the Boy re-entered the cabin with the eggs minutes later, the Man stood still naked in front of him, his breathing now a bit thicker, large erection throbbing, eyes riveted on the wholesome lad. The Man’s eyes seemed almost to provide non-verbal instructions to the Boy, who in turn appeared to nod almost imperceptibly in response. The Boy carefully placed the egg satchel on the table and turned to face the Man. He pushed down his worn briefs and stepped out of them, fully exposing his lanky frame, face flushed, lips quivering, hairless penis instantly rigid. He quietly approached his elder, who took the Boy into his muscular arms, wrapping their torsos together. The sudden lovers trembled with excitement as their embrace continued, neither in any hurry to relinquish the simple bliss of their deeply entwined bodies. THE YOUTH So after I recover from my little episode on the ledge and get dressed, I rouse a reluctant Bones and we start the return trek to collect our catch, then maybe get lucky scoring a turkey on the way home. As we navigate our way back down to the marsh I get to thinking about things. It’s been a pretty crazy summer. I miss my buds. I even miss school, especially baseball. And somehow mixed up in all this craziness, its like I was right on the edge of this — I dunno how to say it — this arrival, I guess…..an arrival at manhood. And then the world went fuckin’ haywire and it changed everything. It sucks. But at the same time it hasn’t all sucked. It’s been sweet learning to live off the land, and sometimes, well, things with the guys have gotten pretty damn hot. So, it’s not like this killer pandemic stopped my arrival…..but it sure as fuck changed it. Because of my earlier playtime with Zach, I already knew I could get into exploring stuff with guys, and that has been a nice part of cabin life. But I also still think a lot about girls. Who knows what I might have gotten up to by now back in Philo? Hell, I would have started high school nearly two months ago. When we left home, I still hadn’t decided between basketball and wrestling for the winter — I’m good at both, though maybe not the best. But come time for spring baseball, I was a lock to be a JV starter in the infield, and play up to V by sophomore year. And, hey….we all know chicks love jocks, right? Wanna know something weird? On the day we escaped, while Caleb and I were running around the farm packing stuff up for the truck, well, I took the time to raid this dusty stash of 1980s pussy mags in the barn that my dad had told me once belonged to my grandfather. I stuffed about a dozen of ’em in my backpack. Crazy, huh? There I was, as the world is ending, actually pausing to figure out that where I was going, not only would I have no access to internet porn, but that I would be alone indefinitely with only men. And if I wanted to remember tits and pussy, I better take some something with me to help remember ’em by. At first, I didn’t even tell Adam and Caleb about the stash, but then I realized that was pretty dumb. No need to start having secrets. So sometimes the guys just let me kick back and have myself a vintage titty-porn j/o session. I’ve offered to share my stash, but neither of ’em seems to have much interest. To each his own, I guess. THE NARRATOR Still standing together in embrace, the Boy’s face burrowed into the Man’s chest. His erect boyspike was pressed hard against the Man’s thigh, the latter’s impressively swollen cock pulsing and leaking precum on the Boy’s stomach. After a time, the alsancak escort Man cupped his hand under the Boy’s chin and tilted his face up, exposing his luminous green eyes and ruddy complexion, and leaned down to proffer a kiss. The Boy’s lips parted as the Man gently slipped his tongue into the warm, waiting mouth. For the Man, despite more than two decades of generally uninhibited sexual expression, the emotional tension of the moment was unique. The Boy seemed to him almost impossibly beautiful, and their shared bond almost unbearably poignant. For the Boy, the sense of safety and comfort he experienced in the Man’s arms also defied simple description; beyond the physical pleasure, he found himself, perhaps for the first time in his life, simply happy. This year, the Man, along with the Youth, had become his life; they meant everything to him. But in this moment, the Man was more than a father figure…..his presence engendered reverence, and the Boy’s happiness veered almost to the edge of delirium. He felt tears start to form in his eyes as he gazed up into the Man’s heavily bearded, weather-beaten face…..a face that to the Boy reflected only warmth and love. The Man understood instinctively that the tears were those of joy. He kissed the Boy’s wet, flushed face softly over and over, tasting the salty tears, and smiled in reassurance. He leaned down to position his mouth near the boy’s ear and whispered a few private words of comfort. The Boy’s body quivered in response. Finally, the Man swept the Boy up into his arms, their faces never moving more than a few inches apart, their eyes never breaking from their mutual gaze. The Man strode to the sleeping platform and gently lowered the Boy down, sliding a pillow under his sweetly boyish head, and then climbed into the bed beside him. THE YOUTH Maybe even more than my buds I miss my old man. I guess we weren’t super close, since he really had just two loves in life — growing weed and bedding women. I figure fatherhood was mostly a byproduct of those loves — ha! Even so, he was a straight shooter. He leveled with me about life, and I looked up to him. Oh, and he fucking loved sex. If he had religion, it was that sex is good. That sex is an exploration. That sex is to be celebrated. And that, sadly, most people in the world are flippin’ prudes. I guess the odds are pretty good my dad’s dead, but there’s no way to know for sure. I know he talked with Antonio enough to be aware of a cabin up north of Boise somewhere, but I doubt he had any more details than that. I’ve spent a lot of time wondering how he would ever locate us if he did somehow make it. I sometimes wonder if Caleb misses his mom. To be honest she was a huge mess, and he knew it. At one point I think she would have traded him for a bottle if it had come down to it. But Caleb bonded pretty quick with my dad, and then he kinda became my little buddy. And now he’s gotten real close to Adam. He’s become — I dunno — smitten with the big guy. Which is cool. I mean, Caleb still looks up to me and all, but I guess more like a big bro, while Adam is more like a dad. At first, I was really looking out for the kid. I mean, I’ve always respected that this is Adam’s show, that he took us in. We owe him everything. But I felt given my maturity that the job would fall to me to meet Adam’s needs, you know? Caleb was just a kid, and it had been my role to protect him. I should probably admit I’ve liked having Caleb around ever since he first appeared at the farmhouse. Later, when his mom had skipped out and my dad was off on some trip, I had started letting him watch me jack off. It was really hot to show off for someone, so it would make me hard as fuck. It was different than my stroke sessions with Zach, mostly ’cause Caleb’s eyes would get so big seeing my rigid pole, and then seeing me squirt. A couple of times I let him get naked with me and we’d sit next to each other on the couch and just play with our stiff pricks…..his was maybe a three-incher then, and I loved seeing how big mine was in comparison. And while I’m admitting all this stuff…..well, truth be told, there’s one more thing I gotta confess: I have dirty thoughts whenever I check out Caleb’s perky boy butt. Damn. I know that sounds evil, but there you have it. THE NARRATOR On the bed, the Man began to explore the Boy with his tongue and hands, mesmerized by his beauty and determined to provide erotic pleasure to every pore. His eyes instructed the Boy to simply lay back and give himself over to the sensations provided by the man’s loving mouth and fingers. He languidly explored the Boy’s long neck and limbs, his smooth chest and perfect flat nipples, his taut torso. The Man’s tongue eventually found it’s way down between the Boy’s legs, where it grazed in gentle exploration behind the Boy’s smooth nutsac before bathing his lovely, marble-sized testicles. When the Man finally took the Boy’s rigid, uncut penis into his mouth, the youngster shuddered at the sensation, his body tense, hips pivoted upward, head thrown back, one hand grasping the hair on the Man’s head. The Man expertly used his tongue to bring the Boy to a heaving dry orgasm. As the Boy recovered, he was anxious to demonstrate his devotion by returning the favors, but the Man pulled him back up into his embrace. Indulging his addiction to the Boy’s shimmering eyes, the Man gently caressed his young lover and again showered his face with kisses. As the Boy returned the gaze, he began to explore the Man’s muscular frame with his hands. His fingers brushed gently across the Man’s biceps and pecs, exploring his chest hair and teasing his erect nipples. He moved one hand down and cupped and fondled the Man’s bull nuts and attempted unsuccessfully to close his other hand completely around the swollen shaft. Both Man and Boy moaned quietly in recognition of this stark contrast in development, and the Boy began to eagerly stroke the Man’s precum-coated cock. Flush with excitement, the Boy scrambled to position himself between the Man’s legs. He yearned to add his mouth to the tools pleasuring this pulsing force of life. The overeager Boy brought his open mouth directly down on the Man’s thick knob, trying to take too much at one time. Even as his gag reflex kicked in and his eyes began to water, the boy valiantly strove to accept more cock than he could handle. The Man had to pull the excited lad off his turgid member and lovingly whisper instructions and encouragement on the pleasures he could provide with a light touch. Reassured, the Boy soon developed a rhythm with his mouth, and with the help of one hand, lovingly bobbed and stroked amasya escort the Man’s erection, his other hand reaching up to explore the Man’s furry chest. His eyes continually glanced upward to meet the Man’s passionate gaze as he moved him closer to an explosive orgasm. The Man’s hand came to rest gently in the Boy’s thick curls. He warned the Boy to prepare for a forceful cum load, but the lad had no intention of backing away from a close encounter with the Man’s geysering seed. Starting way back in May with the show in the truck cab, the Boy had witnessed enough of the Man’s ejaculatory prowess to know that he wanted a seat at center stage. Sensing the Man’s oversized nuts begin to draw up inside his scrotum, the boy positioned his eager face over the inflamed piss slit, his breathing heavy with anticipation. For the Man, simply seeing the Boy’s striking face focused intently on his cock was enough to send him over the edge. The first jet burst with force directly into the Boy’s welcoming mouth; despite the shock, the Boy held steadfast as subsequent spurts splashed randomly across his face and neck. The Man, his cock spent, pulled the Boy up into an embrace. They kissed eagerly, sharing The Man’s pungent seed. Yes — had the Man expected it, the Boy would willingly have given him his virgin hole, and would have fought hard to endure the pain and accept the Man’s organ and semen into his body. But the Man, while he ached at the sight of the boy’s rosy butt cheeks, did not expect it, ask for it, or take it. The Boy’s body was not ready, and the Man would not hurt him. THE YOUTH I think I was nine when Adam bought the place across the road, and I remember being real surprised when my dad explained to me that our new neighbor was gay. When most of your knowledge on a subject comes from your fellow fifth graders, it’s guaranteed to make you pretty dumb about stuff. To me Adam seemed like a regular guy, real manly, like my dad. Although he had what Ryan called a “gym-bod” — compared to his own labor-acquired farmer’s build — you could see the guy was the real deal. He just didn’t fit with my idea of queerness. When Antonio moved in a year or two later, I guess it started making more sense to me. Antonio was this genius Latin guy who looked like an underwear model. It’s not like he wasn’t masculine, too, but he did give off a certain vibe that Adam lacked. One time I overheard my dad refer to Antonio as Adam’s boy toy, and then things kind of clicked in my brain. So when I realized Caleb and I would need to depend on Adam to have a shot at survival, I figured part of the bargain would be me becoming the new Antonio. And I was fine with that. Like I learned from my dad, sex is good, sex is an exploration, right? Anyway, I don’t have any problem admitting that Adam is hot as fuck. And I’m not gonna lie: Back when I had access to a decent mirror, I used to check out my ass along with the rest of my body. I know damn well I have a sweet round butt, and I found out for sure on the drive up north that Adam really digs young jock dudes. I wasn’t afraid to get fucked, to give him what he needs. It’s all good. I mean, sure — if it had been Antonio who had saved us, and he needed a new Adam in his life, I would have been all over that sweet Latin ass in a heartbeat. Anyway, once we got settled into the cabin, everything kind of just happened in its own way. We all had to adjust to this strange life and to each other, but mostly it just seemed to bring us real close. And we started taking care of each other’s needs, like buds do. At first I really focused on learning how to take Adam’s cock in my throat. And he was a real good teacher, since he was pretty devoted to swallowing my pole, too. Finally, I was able to convince him he wasn’t going to break me by sliding his cock inside my hole. Sure, it took some getting used to, and I made certain not to show how much it hurt the first couple of times. But I adjusted fine, and I sure loved seeing the look of ecstasy on Adam’s face when that thick shaft was up inside me balls deep. Turns out I didn’t have to protect Caleb at all. In truth, Adam was a little freaked about the age thing. I mean, it was a tough enough adjustment for him to feel OK about fucking me, and Caleb was still a year or two short of puberty. So while Adam eventually warmed up to some play, he made it clear pretty quick that Caleb’s ass was off the menu. And I knew he was right, even if my dick didn’t agree. So now we are this trio, I guess. Sometimes stuff happens between two of us, sometimes between all three of us, and it’s all good. I could tell Adam really took a shine to Caleb and really made him feel safe. I admit some of it took me a while to get used to, especially those times when Adam and Caleb get kinda sugar-sweet on each other. It’s not like I’m jealous or anything, cause like I said we are all close. THE NARRATOR The Cub’s breath was knocked clear out of him when he lowered the sight on his binoculars to the outcropping and adjusted the focus. What he saw shocked him — even as it did not completely surprise him. From his well hidden blind a couple hundred yards across the grassy marsh, he had observed the Youth bow hunting for much of the morning, and had been captivated by his energy, body language, and skills. Then he had done his best to follow along as the Youth ascended the rocky ridge, expertly traversing the vertical to the outcropping in a gentle route that permitted his aging cur to follow. Now, the hairy Cub — early 20s, warmly handsome, generously proportioned — watched intently through his field glasses at a truly remarkable jack-off show that seemed almost to be presented for his personal benefit. When he first realized what was happening, the Cub clawed frantically at his pants with his free hand until he succeeded in releasing his manhood into the open air, allowing him to stroke his cock in breathless unison. He was mesmerized. The Youth’s bravado was balanced by a guilelessness that made the Cub’s heart flutter and his cock throb simultaneously. When the Youth suddenly beat his chest and howled, the Cub struggled mightily to reign in control of his load. He knew he could not last long, and was grateful to observe the Youth approach orgasm. He gasped out loud at the torrent of adolescent sperm that shot forth like a cannon from the proud organ. The Cub’s own ample nut fired forcefully off into the marshes in hearty response. The Man and the Boy were picking tomatoes and beans in the afternoon sun when the Youth and the cur entered the clearing and approached the cabin. The boy’s stride was triumphant. An improvised padded pole perched on his shoulder balanced the smaller game in one pouch on his front with the heavy turkey in a second bag at his back. While the cur struggled to keep up, his tail was high, and a rabbit — his own conquering trophy — was firmly grasped in his jaw. END OF CHAPTER THREE Comments welcome: ail