The Hunt Part 3
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The sun's disappearing rays filtered through bush and trees across the large open space, and silhouetted the three fucking men.
From Andrew's vantage point, he could see one of the men bent over, with his head about level with another man's waist. Even from his distance, he could tell that he was sucking the dick. The momentum being propelled by the man who fucked him.
There was a serenity in the scene that slowed Andrew. Normally, if others were in midst union when he stumbled upon them, Andrew would give them privacy. But these guys were in a group, and that usually was a free for all, but not only that, there was something about this particular trio that was mesmerising.
The guy in the middle was fit; even at that distance, he could see there was a lot of muscle and definition, and while his face was buried between the man's thighs, Andrew could tell that he was in his early twenties.
Instead of walking in the direction he'd been heading in, he detoured slightly and towards the trio for a closer look.
The big guy in the rear who was fucking the young guy was beefy; gentle and burly, in a way that was both masculine and slow, as though savouring it all. The way his hands gently held the guy's waist as he rammed his dick into him. Andrew didn't get too close, but enough to see the guy getting blown was Indian, and cute, with a euphoric smile and appreciation towards the guy doing the fucking, because clearly the momentum meant the boy doing the sucking was having to suck deeper.
In light-blue shorts and a plain white tee, because of the nicer weather, Andrew felt his dick stir, but instead of moving closer, he smiled and continued to the east and on with his exploration.
Near a tree where he once fucked a bear, he found two older guys making love on a blanket in its shadow. He watched them with longing, but continued on his journey. They were unconcerned with his passing and he left them to their love making.
Beyond that knoll, in a group of trees that were thicker, and often a little more shaded and somewhat darker, he found several men cruising each other.
Like hunters and game, they evaded each other from a distance, continuously searching and hunting for the perfect catch. Evaluating each other with hope, but often averting their gaze with a little disappointment and keenly searching for something better.
Andrew skirted this heavily wooded area and keenly scouted the few men he could see from the perimeter, opting for a casual scan rather than a more committed search.
A ginger-haired man with a strong jawline did a double-take when Andrew walked past and smiled, then turned more fully to face him. The hope in his eyes vanished when Andrew gave him barely a glance, and continued in his own direction. Further along, as the woods thinned slightly, he saw a large group in action around a fallen tree.
What was under the tree had attracted a diverse group of men, ranging from older and chubbier, to young and slim. Like a pack of rabid dogs, the older men crowded around a young boy being spit-roasted over the log by two fit and muscular men. Andrew studied them both with appreciation. Enough for him to slowly edge towards the group.
The men in the group surrounding those engaged were either wanking or trying to grope those in the centre. A large Italian looking guy butt-fucked the young boy with ferocity, while a blonde guy got his dick sucked. The guy being spit-roasted was black, and when Andrew stepped closer, and was able to peer between the surrounding group, he saw that he was right, though the boy was only lightly tanned, so possibly mixed race.
It was horny to watch these guys at it with a mixture of men surrounding them engaged in so many ways. It was a large orgy of participants that were made up of small groups. On closer inspection Andrew realised that another trio of older guys were at it next to them, and they had their own small crowd, with some guys turning to watch both as if watching a tennis match with their dicks in their hands.
Two guys to his left began kissing, and groping each other, then after a few more seconds of intense passionate kissing, they walked off to find some privacy.
An older guy to his right turned and saw Andrew and immediately put his hands out to grab Andrew's crotch, but Andrew swivelled away and moved away from the group, opting to venture to find what he was looking for.
The older guy took that as a cue to follow Andrew, which made Andrew quicken his step. After reaching a small path and lightly jogging up the hill, he looked back and saw the older guy was matching his pace. Andrew shook his head and waited until he crested that small hill. As soon as he came down the other side, he sprinted off towards another clump of bushes, and directly to the centre of it. When he looked back, he saw he'd lost the guy, but he still quickened his step and moved farther away from where he'd last seen the guy.
Slightly out of breath, and keeping an eye on the uneven ground, he collided with Paul.
The handsome man appeared as startled as Andrew.
"Oh..." Paul began, looking past Andrew as though seeing something, then back at him. "How... um, are you?"
Andrew glanced over his shoulder and saw the older guy had found him and was slowly advancing on Andrew, apparently wary, but not undeterred by Pau's uniformed presence.
"Oh...hey Paul...it's great to see you too..." Andrew looked behind him, then back at Paul, with a nervous smile.
Paul, in a grey short-sleeved shirt and matching shorts, with an insignia on both sleeves, said, "Is that guy bothering you?" Paul had apparently read Andrew's expression well.
Andrew shrugged. "It's okay. He'll get the hint eventually."
Paul stepped aside and took one step towards the stalker, and raised his hand. The gesture indicated quite fiercely that the man should move on.
When Andrew looked back, the older guy was walking away, with his head bowed.
Andrew looked down, and shuffled his feet. "Thanks."
"No probs. How's things?" Paul repeated, with a big smile, but his eyes were questioning.
"Good, well...it's been an interesting time. I'm sorry I never messaged you back..."
"Don't worry about it," with a gesture similar, but not as aggressive as the one he'd given the older guy, he waved the apology away as though it didn't matter. "I get it."
Andrew studied Paul a bit more, then stepped slightly closer. This made Paul widen his eyes and lean away a little as though fearful.
But Andrew put a hand on Paul's shoulder. "No, you don't. It's not what you think..."
Paul looked away, appearing uncomfortable with Andrew's intense tone and gaze and so close to his face.
But Andrew continued, "My wife and I are separating. Things have been...confusing. I've temporarily moved away, while we....um, you know...decide what to do a little more long-term."
Paul's gaze returned to Andrew, and this time his eyes softened, even if only for a moment.
Andrew continued, "I wanted to explain that it was a tough time, and that you helped me realise that I was living a lie."
As if indifferent, Paul looked away again, but when his eyes automatically returned to study Andrew, he could see that Paul was anything but.
"I'm sorry to hear about your situation. It's okay, I do understand. You don't owe me an explanation," Paul reiterated.
Exasperated, Andrew added. "I'd like to...explore some more. But slowly."
Paul was in the process of nodding, and smiled, but when he looked back at Andrew, he realised that he wasn't talking about the location and the numerous men around them.
"Oh," this time, Paul looked hopeful as he continued to study Andrew.
Andrew leaned in, and kissed Paul on the lips.
Paul appeared startled by it, but his body language showed he'd relaxed considerably. Though Paul said nothing at first, instead opting to watch Andrew, as though awaiting further instructions. Eventually, he said, "so, how's the ankle?"
Andrew looked down, and as though to prove it he lifted his foot and shook it. "Fine."
"Wow. That healed really fast."
Andrew smiled. "Well, it has been a few weeks."
Paul nodded. "I guess it has."
Then Andrew added. "So, I'll be around, maybe we can meet up a bit later...if you want."
Paul smiled. "I'd like that." Then, after a moment's awkward pause, he looked away, then added, "I guess I should make the rounds, and make sure everyone's safe."
Andrew nodded, and said nothing, but a look passed between them.
When Paul wandered off, Andrew waited a few more seconds before turning. As he turned, Paul turned to smile back at him, so Andrew gave him a wave and a nod.
He walked the remainder of the way to his campsite, and checked his food, which was ready. It was dinner time, so he pulled out his bowl and scooped out several ladles of the stew that had been brewing all afternoon.
Andrew drank two beers, and savoured the fading light, while tendrils of smoke lazily drifted up and away, and birds chirruped and sung to one another among the surrounding trees.
An hour later, when the darkness fully descended on the grounds, Andrew buried his fire to extinguish it and put his items away. He then packed away his deck chair and food storage containers in his Ute, which was just a short stroll away. Though he looked up and nodded as though confirming to himself that it wouldn't rain anyway.
With his campsite clear and the dim lamps lighting up the pathways, he set off. He knew the terrain well, especially as he booked the same campsite spot each time.
Silhouettes between the trees became distinguishable as he passed, as men in various stages of sex played. He smiled when he saw a guy was obviously sucking another guy, and in the next bank of trees over, another being fucked against the tree, with no details visible, and just silhouettes.
After a day of watching so many acts of sex, Andrew put his hands in his pants and felt the rock-hard dick that begged for relief.
He arrived at the guard post and saw that Paul was inside, so he knocked on the door.
Paul was holding a bowl when he opened the door.
"Hey," he looked surprised to see Andrew, "How are you?"
Andrew switched feet. "I'm good. Fancy a walk?"
Paul didn't think for too long. "Sure, I'll be just a minute." He left the door open and rummaged inside, while Andrew savoured the fresh smell of the woods.
Minutes later, they set off on a walk together, with some polite conversation between them regarding the warm weather, the constant stream of visitors to the location and how much Paul was enjoying his job.
"People assume that I get to have sex all day as part of my job, in fact the opposite is true!"
"Are there rules for you? I mean, do your employers care if you partake?" Andrew asked, watching Paul as they walked.
Paul thought, then said, "No, not that I'm aware of. But...I think it's fair to say that it's more of a silent agreement that you're here to watch over and protect people, not to treat it like a permanent holiday."
Andrew nodded. "That makes sense."
They walked through the woods, saw men having sex, heard lots of men having sex, and passed them along the dimly lit path.
"What did you want to talk about?" Paul asked Andrew casually.
"Who says I want to talk?" Andrew said, and took Paul's arm and stepped towards a tree just off the path.
As Paul watched him, Andrew leaned in and kissed him. Then said, "I've been saving something up for you all day."
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