Boy will be boys, and your hunting tree stand is nothing more than a grown up tree house. That's where the boys play. And play they will... You're both huddled in the small space, the hot breath from your mouths filling the air. It's early, and it's quiet. You don't know if it's the solitude, the immense brotherly love you feel for your best friend, or something in the water that day, but you have an overwhelming urge to touch him. To not only tell him how much you appreciate him - to show him. All men hold a little desire for cock inside of them...inside of them. So once you start making your subtle move, he flinches a bit but remains open. He doesn't push you away. Your camouflage jumpsuits start to feel hot. Your hand makes its way to his crotch, and he moves to accommodate you. He's hard and his body is warm to the touch. The steam from your breath forms moisture on his skin. His breathing quickens. Your heart races. There's no turning back now. After this opening act, the fire has been stirred in him. Partly curious and aroused, partly grateful for the manly orgasm, he maneuvers your body to turn around. You turn your back to him and raise your hips. He pulls down your pants and you feel a shiver as the cold air tickles the hairs on your ass. But your ass won't be chilly for long. His hot, strong hands come out of his gloves and he uses them to put his immense, engorged cock against your twitching hole. There's oil in the tree stand, which is perfect to help him squeeze that massive organ inside of you, his close friend. Brace yourself, but relax. Let him in. Embrace this moment, because you can never talk about it again.s