Stayed with my grandparents during autumn holidays. Not much to do but it was arranged I got duck shooting with my uncle and his two friends
I was horrified. Last thing I wanted to do but got pushed into accepting. Meant being picked up at 4am to go out to some lake.
Uncle and his friend went into one hut. I went with this guy couple minutes walk into another. He was in his 30s, check shirt kinda guy. Hut was freezing cold, dark, smelled musty. We sat in there drinking coffee waiting for the ducks to start flying around. He couldn't talk and that was fine because I would never a conversation with someone like him.
I was lying flat on my stomach looking out the hatch. He put the rifle on my shoulder and taught me basics about using the sight. It felt very strange because he was half lying on top of me and was whispering right into my ear.
Lay there for an age. My head was spinning never been this close to a guy. Couldn't make sense of it. Being trapped underneath him in the dark smelling his coffee breath, and a fucking gun too.
He put his other arm around me to make everything secure, no idea what that was about. But it meant he was now lying right on top of me. I felt way out of my league like i had bitten off more than i could chew but i was cool with this.
No pretending about anything anymore I could he was hard and pushing it against my arse. Nothing I could do, let him dry hump me. Closed my eyes rested my head on my arms and listened to his breathing feeling his 5 o'clock shadow rubbing on my face
He put the rifle off to the side and gets off me. He's kneeling behind me and pulls me up. Awkwardly in doggy style. I got no moves, I don't know what to do so let him run things. I was in a mix of shock, insane horniness, equal part scared but also self conscious and trying not to give any gay vibes lol---