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>pre-xmas hunting trip
>is tradition
>usually with brother
>both of us have sons; 16/17
>rarely get them together
>decide to fuck it; bring 'em along
>the two have this weird sparkle in their eye upon meeting
>neither bro and I could figure it out, but there was something off about it
>ignored it, because it seemed trivial
>hunting trip was better than usual
>found tracks early on
>discovered a herd in no time
>shot a buck and hauled him back to camp
>our twink sons, however, seemed more distracted with each other
>getting closer over the trip
>bro and I seemed to be thinking the same thing
>but neither of us wanted to believe it
>even though we *did* question whether it was a good idea for them to share the same tent
>anyway
>ffw to the other night
>wake up to heavy breathing
>think it's bro, since he used to smoke
>quickly realize it's not from our tent
>voices sound young, too
>oh no...
>after a good minute of slowly going pale
>suddenly hear a loud "yes naruto-kun! yes! kamehameha!"
>wtf?
>the next few lines sounded like a god damn 4chan audio tape
>just baffled at what I'm hearing; is this real?
>their fun time noises gradually became intense
>bro and I felt we needed to stop this
>hatch a plan where I hide out in a bush a ways down, a bro shoots his mosin down south
>fucking works
>boys come out sweaty and panting
>I think I saw streaks on my boy's shirt
>we play it off like we were chasing of a predator, pretending everything's okay now
>fucking works again
>next morning, the boys seem awfully chipper
>the streaks on my son's shirt are now crusty white stains
>knew it
>quiet the whole trip back
Not gonna lie, I'm still unsure what to think. As cliched as it sounds, he's still my son, and he's still my brother's son, so I'm not going to turn them away for this. It's just a lot to decompress.
>pic kind of related. what I'm half-expecting down the line
>is tradition
>usually with brother
>both of us have sons; 16/17
>rarely get them together
>decide to fuck it; bring 'em along
>the two have this weird sparkle in their eye upon meeting
>neither bro and I could figure it out, but there was something off about it
>ignored it, because it seemed trivial
>hunting trip was better than usual
>found tracks early on
>discovered a herd in no time
>shot a buck and hauled him back to camp
>our twink sons, however, seemed more distracted with each other
>getting closer over the trip
>bro and I seemed to be thinking the same thing
>but neither of us wanted to believe it
>even though we *did* question whether it was a good idea for them to share the same tent
>anyway
>ffw to the other night
>wake up to heavy breathing
>think it's bro, since he used to smoke
>quickly realize it's not from our tent
>voices sound young, too
>oh no...
>after a good minute of slowly going pale
>suddenly hear a loud "yes naruto-kun! yes! kamehameha!"
>wtf?
>the next few lines sounded like a god damn 4chan audio tape
>just baffled at what I'm hearing; is this real?
>their fun time noises gradually became intense
>bro and I felt we needed to stop this
>hatch a plan where I hide out in a bush a ways down, a bro shoots his mosin down south
>fucking works
>boys come out sweaty and panting
>I think I saw streaks on my boy's shirt
>we play it off like we were chasing of a predator, pretending everything's okay now
>fucking works again
>next morning, the boys seem awfully chipper
>the streaks on my son's shirt are now crusty white stains
>knew it
>quiet the whole trip back
Not gonna lie, I'm still unsure what to think. As cliched as it sounds, he's still my son, and he's still my brother's son, so I'm not going to turn them away for this. It's just a lot to decompress.
>pic kind of related. what I'm half-expecting down the line
