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Chapter 11: Northern Lust
When he wasn't fucking around with Brian, Roald, or some of the other guys stationed at Pump 12, Hugh seemed to be doing nothing but working, and working damned hard.
But he had to admit that he was raking in a hell of a lot of money. It wasn't unusual for him and the other welders on his shift to put in an extra sixteen-hour day--and, with time and a half, that meant they were earning between three and four hundred bucks for just one day's work!
The paychecks were the biggest ones Hugh had ever gotten in his life; but, oddly, the money didn't mean all that much to him, because there was nothing to spend it on in the camp.
He had a drawer in the desk in his barracks room where he could keep his valuables locked up, and his paychecks had started to pile up in there, uncashed. When Hugh was finally due for a week's R and R, he got around to counting up the checks and was genuinely startled to discover that he had over five thousand dollars' worth of them in the drawer!
"Christ," he told himself out loud. "I've really got to get my ass into town, to the bank, and deposit these motherfuckers one of these days."
He realized that he could go just about anywhere, do just about anything, during his time off, with a windfall like that.
Hugh asked Brian for advice, explaining to the foreman that he was really interested in seeing more of Alaska.
"Is there any town in this godforsaken state that has any gay night life?" he asked bluntly.
The black stud chuckled. "Sure. You ought to check out Nome. I'll write down the names of the bars and the gay bath house there for you-Ñand, while you're enjoying the wild night life up in Nome, you ought to consider making a side trip to this little Alaskan seashore resort which is aptly named Point Lay. Roald and I will miss you, man, but have yourself a good, hot time up among the Eskimos."
Hugh enjoyed the flight north: there were a few Pipeline businessmen types on board the plane, but the passengers mostly consisted of husky construction workers like himself.
Nome was, as Brian had promised, quite a change of pace. Hugh was mildly surprised to see real Eskimos on the streets: they were everywhere, shopping and trading, their primitively pleasant round faces often splitting into toothless smiles.
The white men in town, who seemed to spend all of their time going in and out of the various saloons, all looked extremely horny. The prostitutes Hugh saw everywhere since his arrival were uniformly heavy, drab, and dissipated-looking; business was obviously good for them, but Hugh could easily see why a lot of the guys were going gay--at least for the duration of their stay up north.
Even though the welder was wrapped up in warm, heavy clothes, the men he passed on the street seemed to sense his physical potential beneath the camouflage. After cruising and being cruised quite shamelessly as he window-shopped for about an hour in the city's small but active business district, Hugh found one of the gay bars on the list Brian had given him and went inside to check it out, glad to get out of the cold for a while.
The place was comfortably filled-Ñnot crowded--at this early evening hour: and, as he shed his fur-lined and -hooded parka, Hugh could hear voices and a subdued commotion coming from a room in he back of the smoky bar room.
He had barely been served his first drink before a guy struck up a conversation with him. He was very handsome, with a slightly swarthy look about him--black hair, heavy beard stubble; his smile was devastatingly sexy, the sides of his eyes crinkling up when he grinned. And he had beautifully even, white teeth and the most sensual full lips Hugh had ever seen on a man.
When the guy, who introduced himself as Martin, flicked out his tongue to lick his lips, Hugh's cock throbbed in his tight jeans as he thought about that mouth and that tongue caressing his meat, coaxing the hot, pent-up come out of it.
Martin wasn't as tall as Hugh, but he was stocky and muscular, and Hugh envisioned a nice, fat prick, a hard round ass, and a pair of solid, husky thighs trapped inside the man's jeans. Martin was dressed like a lumberjack, in the standard plaid shirt worn over a thermal T-shirt; but he told Hugh that he was an assistant District Attorney from Anchorage, up in Nome for a couple of days to handle the arraignment of some electrician who went crazy on the job out at an isolated camp.
"He grabbed a big knife and went around threatening all the other guys," Martin laughed, "yelling, 'You're a potential gay rapist and I'm going to cut your dick off before you can plug my ass with it!'"
"Oh, Jesus. Is it a crime in this state to cut a guy's dick off? This is Alaska, after all: anything goes here, I thought."
The handsome young lawyer snickered and, signaling to the shirtless bartender, insisted on buying Hugh another drink. "What're you in town for?" he asked the welder.
"Just R and R."
"Good for you. Too many of these guys working on the pipeline stay at it, month after month, until they get burnt out--and freak out--like the guy I was just telling you about. Hey, are you interested in getting laid?"
"Before the night's over, yeah, I was hoping I'd get my ashes hauled," Hugh replied, amused by the other guy's blunt approach.
"I've got a hotel room," Martin said. "It's pretty decent. You're welcome to share the bed with me, if you want to, later on. Whether you find another guy you'd like to trick with in the meantime or not," he added, smiling at Hugh. "Would you like to try your luck right in here? There's a back room."
Hugh nodded, and the two of them walked toward the back of the bar, entered through a narrow archway, and found themselves inside a rather large room, very dimly lit by a few red bulbs set in wall sockets--and filled from wall to wall with male bodies, most of them naked, all of them highly aroused and some already engaged in frenzied sexual activity!
Hugh's cock began pulsating painfully with excitement, and he could feel his mouth beginning to fill with saliva. As he saw several naked guys stare lustfully at him, he quite instinctively put his hand on his bulging crotch and began rubbing it, as a lewd invitation to the searching, hungry eyes.
Martin started nonchalantly taking all his clothes off, and Hugh did the same. They piled their clothes together in a corner of the room, then both of them walked naked, their erections bobbing up and down with erotic urgency, into the center of the orgy room.
Almost immediately, Hugh felt a warm palm close over his ass cheek, and then somebody's fingertip began rubbing its way up and down his hairy crack. Then, even more boldly, another hand was on his dick, massaging it passionately back and forth.
Hugh stumbled against another man's nude body and, righting himself, saw that two guys were lying on the mattress-covered floor at his feet, kissing each other on the mouth while they fucked-Ñone guy's legs thrown up over the other's shoulders, his asshole clasped tightly around his reaming cockshaft, humping away and moaning loudly together, as though they were the only two men in the room.
Suddenly, other hands grabbed at Hugh's waist and pulled the unresisting welder down into a sea of writhing, naked male bodies. His head went down and came to rest against somebody's upturned bare ass, and as he twisted his head to look above him, Hugh saw a gigantic cock and balls hanging in his face.
He grabbed the cockhead between his lips and began fervently sucking on this anonymous too!, feeling it thrust itself deep into his mouth.
Then he saw Martin lying beside him, Martin's cock being sucked by another naked man. Hugh turned quickly and began licking Martin's chest, letting his tongue drip its way all over that husky, hair-covered expanse. He saw that, as Martin lay on the mattress, his back against another naked back, Martin's torso and legs were covered with black, curly hair the hair becoming a mass of solid black Brillo around his huge, jutting prick.
While Hugh alternately licked Martin's body and the cock of the guy he'd started to suck, he felt somebody's tongue lick his own crack and find his asshole, thrusting its hot wetness deep inside.
Hugh threw his ass up in the air, spreading the backs of his thighs and letting his monstrously agitated cock and balls hang down between his legs. Instantly, what he'd hoped for happened-Ñanother mouth grabbed his dick and began sucking desperately on its bulky shaft! The sensation of having one tongue reaming out his asshole and another tongue rubbing wetly all over his cockflesh drove Hugh wild with lust!
He looked at Martin's huge, stiff rod, bathed in the warm red light, and, seeing that it was momentarily free, he lunged on it, burying it deep in his mouth. He pushed his hand roughly under Martin, deep into his crack, and could feel the mass of heavy, furry hair which covered his cleft.
While he was sucking Martin's cock somebody else came along, lined the young district attorney's legs, and started fucking him with abandon, pumping an ungreased and very thick cockshaft deep into his rectum.
Martin didn't seem to mind! He lay back quite passively, spreading his muscular thighs wide for both Hugh's mouth and the other guy's cock. As Hugh moved his mouth rapidly up and down on Martin's slippery tool, he could look down between Martin's dangling balls and see that other bard-on thrusting itself violently in and out of Martin's wide-open anal aperture, fucking him silly.
Hugh pressed his face into Martin's crotch, taking his whole cock in his mouth with each thrust. He kept his eyes locked on the other cock in front of him, watching it closely as it entered, then pulled itself part-way back out of Martin's asshole.
Hugh no longer felt the tongue on his asshole...but he suddenly became aware of the hard head of a cock being pressed against it! Hugh pushed his butt higher, making his asshole available for penetration by somebody's hot poker. Then he felt his sphincter being stretched open-- slowly at first, then with increasing force.
Soon the long, thick cock was jammed completely inside him and was humping him hard and fast. The hot, wet mouth was still sucking madly on his cock; and, caught between the two sensations of being sucked and fucked simultaneously, Hugh was going crazy with heat and lust!
He felt his dick begin to tense, and knew that he was going to shoot. He sucked even more hungrily on Martin's tool, wanting him to come at the same time. Martin was thrusting his hips spasmodically up and down, taking both the pressure of Hugh's mouth on his cock and the prick hammering away inside his hot, horny asshole.
Abruptly, uncontrollably, Hugh started ejaculating, firing his jism into that hot, fast-working mouth on his cock. Then, as though his own sperm had somehow backed up inside him, he felt and tasted Martin's salty come filling his mouth! They were coming, together, all right!
"Oh, Christ!" Martin moaned. "I'm coming-Ñit's too much, man! Too fucking much!"
Martin gyrated wildly as he shot wad after wad into Hugh's mouth and throat; Hugh was unloading his own come into the guy's mouth between his legs at the same time; and then, as if it had all been planned in advance, he felt a wet, surging tide of jism shooting deep into his ass.
He humped his ass harder and faster, and felt the cock jammed into his rear end squirt its fiery juice into his guts. The prick slipped out and rubbed against his buttocks, heavily lubricated by its own spurts of come.
While Hugh was still climaxing helplessly, he could feel Martin pumping his sperm into his mouth. He looked down at Marten's asshole and saw the first telltale trickle of jism ooze from it, and he knew that the huge cock that was still fucking Martin just inches away from his own face was now, in turn, unloading its burning fluid deep into Martin's rectum.
Hugh kept his eyes fixed on Martin's butch asshole, enjoying the lewd sight of that long, hard fuck pole poking in and out of it, drawing with it smears of creamy jism. The thick white liquid flowed out of Martin's asshole and dripped down his glistening, hairy, wide-open ass crack.
Check out my story:
"The Man with the Jeep" in the Camping section
And these other transcribed tales:
"The Battlefield" in the Historical section "My Favorite Freshman" in the College section