“I think we’re going to be stuck here for a while,” Joe said, looking out the window at the snowstorm.
“Well, at least we have enough provisions to get by for a few days,” Jack answered.
“We can always hunt for food,” Joe said. They laughed together.
“What’s so funny?” Scott asked, as he came out of the bathroom.
“Joe said we could hunt for food,” Jack replied, and he and Joe laughed again.
Scott glanced at the table crowded with empty beer cans. “Uh, right.”
When Joe and Jack had asked Scott to go with them on their annual hunting trip he had been flattered and excited. Other men at work had told him they had never asked anyone to go with them before. Scott felt special somehow.
Scott was fresh out of school and new on the job. He was nervous and excited about his future. And, he was still a virgin. He had not told Joe and Jack that, but he figured they probably knew that. That was another reason he had wanted to go on the trip with them. "Plenty of pussy available,” Jack had told Scott at lunch one day. “lots of it.”
“Lots of head, too,” Joe had added. Scott had gotten excited thinking about the trip and had gone to the john to jack-off. He’d never had sex with anyone before.
Now, stuck in the cabin, it didn’t seem like he would have much of a chance of getting laid, or, getting a blow job either.
Scott sank into one of the old over stuffed wing back chairs and looked at Joe and Jack. Joe was a typical Italian. Olive skinned with black hair and brown eyes, his hunting beard had only taken a week to grow in full and dark. Hair crawled up his neck from below his shirt collar. He was always bragging about all the pussy he got. Tall and muscular, Scott believed him.
Jack was the opposite of Joe. Light skinned with blond hair and blue eyes, he was laid back and quiet. He never talked much about his live outside of work, but Scott thought he was married. His hunting beard had taken a lot longer to grow in than Joe’s and had a reddish tint to it. Jack was Joe’s workout buddy and it showed.