Logging Camp
Part 3
By Bald Hairy Man e-mail bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com
This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and have included no gestures toward common sense either. These are all new stories. Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.
Wiley was a hit at the camp. My men had all been down and out at various times in their lives and they recognized a mistreated puppy when they saw one. He was almost six feet tall and150 pounds, but he almost looked delicate. He was unfamiliar with heavy labor and the men were good to him. I think they were afraid he might break.
After a week of work in the forest, Wiley was getting the hang of it. He was a fast learner and not afraid of hard work. Exposure to the sun and regular meals helped too. He began to look like a human being. I was surprised to see how well he got along with the older men. Wiley was never able to please his father and I guess he craved approval of adults.
Wiley was good looking, with deep blue eyes and straight black hair. While he wasn't particularly strong, he wanted to do well and that made points for him.
It was hard to believe Thumper Thornton had treated the boy so badly. Wiley wanted to please and do well. I would guess for 99% of the fathers in the world, Wiley would have been the son of their dreams. I always thought Thumper was crazy as a loon, but as I got to know his son, I came to realize Thumper was dangerous and destructive. My father had strong points as well as weaknesses, but he didn't expect perfection. He was happy when I did well.
For Wiley's father well wasn't good enough. Good and excellent weren't good enough either, only perfection counted. Thumper's world was black and white. There was no color. At the logging camp, there were many shades of grey. When you made a mistake, we expected you to correct it, or do it better the next time. You weren't consigned to hell forever and ever.
The Judge called me a week after I got Wiley to ask me how he was doing. "He's doing great as far as I can tell now," I said. "He seems to fit in just fine."
"No problems with the other men?" the judge asked. "They're a bit rough around the edges."
"No problem at all," I replied. "They like him. Wiley seems to be a confirmed cock sucker. That's one way to make friends."
"I hope he moved beyond that," the Judge said.
"On to anal?"
"Shit no. I mean making real friends, not just tricks,"
"I'll know soon, but I don't think he's going to have a problem," I said. "I had a cold last week, so I've been keeping away from the men. I'm feeling better now. I'll know more shortly."
Rain fell from midnight until dawn the next day. A truck got stuck in a muddy trail and the crew had to spend most of the day getting it out. They dug it out and got it moving again, but mud caked the men. It was so bad I carried them back to the camp in the bed of my truck. I wouldn't let them sit inside the cab.
Fortunately the sun came out after the rain and the day became hot. I hosed them off in the garden. They stripped and I hosed off their clothes before they went into the shower. By the time I was done, I was as mud splattered as them, so I joined them.
This was my first time in the shower with Wiley and I had a chance to get a good look at him. Being naked didn't make Wiley less attractive. He wasn't muscular, but he was in good shape. His skin was pale but heathy. There was a patch of hair in the middle of his chest and surrounding his nipples. A treasure trail connected his chest hair to the thick pubic bush.
With a cut cock, his mushroom was flared and pink. Wiley had pitch black hair and three days' growth of beard. With his pale skin he was a study in black and white. Only his pink tits, his pink, strawberry sized cock head and blue eyes had any color.
Wiley was between Dusty and me in the shower. He dropped the soap and bent over to get it. His ass hole was pink too.
"Damn it Wiley, you should know never to drop the soap when you're surrounded by naked men," Dusty said, pretending to be offended. "It's way too inspirational."
I realized Wiley fit in well with the older men when he relied, "It seems to me you get inspired at the drop of a hat anyway." He stood up with the soap."It's time to wash your back," Wiley said, as he began to lather up Dusty.
"Hey, I'm next," Skeeter cried.
"Form a line to my left," Dusty said. "You all need to wait your turn."
"You seem to have made some friends here, Wiley," I said. He turned to face me. His cock was at half mast.
"Everyone here seems really friendly," he said.
"Dinner's almost ready. Don't get too friendly," I said. "Don't get carried away with the appetizer. Save something for desert."
Wiley smiled. "I wouldn't mind waiting for desert," he replied.
I finished showering and went to my quarters. Sebastian cooked a good dinner of pot roast. His pot roasts were both meaty and filled with vegetables and potatoes. With the heavy labor of logging, the men needed substantial food. The men liked Sebastian's cooking and were all in a good mood. The men went off to wash the dishes, leaving me alone with Wiley.
"I was looking forward to desert," Wiley said.
"You don't mind if desert is served from an old cock?" I asked.
"Shit no," he replied. "It's all thick and creamy."
"I like to suck too," I said.
"You don't need to do that," Wiley said.
"I know I don't need to. I like it," I said. "You could say I'm full service. I suck. I like to be sucked. I like to bottom and I love to top."
"Most of that stuff, I've never done," Wiley said with a lowered voice. "It's different. Is that bad? I don't know if I could take a guy's cock in my ass. Do I have to do it?"
I smiled. "Wiley, the only thing you need to do here is to chop down trees," I said. "This is a logging camp. Everything in addition is pure gravy. You know that, don't you?" Wiley nodded. "Everyone has his own likes and dislikes," I said. "Some men are cum hounds, but it's good to share your own cock caviar too. Wiley, you aren't the only cock hound in the camp."
"I'm not?"
"As far as I can tell, everyone is full service," I said. "If you feel like fucking or getting fucked, they're all willing."
"Even Dusty?" Wiley asked. When he said this, he looked embarrassed. Wiley held his cards close to his chest. He told me a lot more than he intended.
"You like the White Snake?" I asked.
Wiley was quiet for a few seconds. "I guess you could say I do." he admitted. "Is he as nice a guy as he seems?"
I nodded. The rest of the men returned from the kitchen. Dusty suggested we play cards.
"Strip poker?" Buddy asked.
"Sure, if Wiley doesn't mind," Dusty replied.
"Why would I mind?" Wiley asked.
"You're the new guy on the block," Lon explained. "Some men aren't into it."
"Don't worry about me," Wiley said.
"If this is going to be an official poker night, I should get out the beer," I said. Some weren't good about booze, but I controlled the beer and used it on special occasions. There wasn't enough to cause a problem. I wanted them to use alcohol in moderation. Buster couldn't drink at all, but the men were good about that and never made an issue of it.
For Wiley the beer was a big event. To his father drinking beer was as bad as a mass murderer. I don't think he had ever drunk a beer in a social occasion. I had for gotten how exciting it had been to drink when I was a teenager. When my parents served me wine for the first time at dinner, I thought I had arrived. For Wiley drinking was a form of rebellion. I don't think he had used it socially before.
Wiley was inexperienced at cards. That too hadn't been a part of his upbringing. He lost and was the first guy to be naked. Skeeter had a bad night too and I wasn't too far behind. The poker part of the evening went quickly. Getting your clothes back was more time consuming and more enjoyable.
It appeared Wiley had lost his pants to Dusty and the two men were in a close conference. Sebastian had Wiley's shirt and he joined in the conversation. Sebastian was a short stocky man with grey hair and a beard. In contrast to his short stature, he was hung like a horse. He preferred to top, but I wasn't too sure he was a good first fuck. Sebastian stretched me and my virgin days are long in the past.
Buddy had my pants and Buster had my shirt. Buster liked to sixty-nine and Buddy liked to fuck. That was agreeable to me. Buster was the biggest man in my employ. Big, solid and none too bright, he possessed a heart of gold and a cock the size of a Budweiser can. He oozed pre cum non stop and a sucking session with him was always nutritious.
I was nursing on Buster's cock jelly when Buddy eased his cock into my ass. This was the first time he fucked me and he pleasantly surprised me. Buddy had average endowment, but in my ass he hit all the right places. While his cock shaft was thin, his knob was big. I suspected it got even bigger when it was in my ass.
Most of the men were pile drivers. It was as if they were in a contest to see how fast they could shoot. I took some training to get them to slow down. Buddy took his time. He told me he liked the way his cock head felt as my ass closed on it. His knob got really sensitive when he was excited and it gave my prostate a good workout.
I was enjoying things when Wiley and Dusty came over to us. "The Boss really knows how to take a cock," Dusty said. "Buddy's the most easy going fucker I know. He takes his time and lets nature take its course."
"Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" Wiley asked. My mouth was full with Buster's cock so I couldn't answer.
"If you do it right, it doesn't usually hurt. The first few times can be a challenge," Dusty replied. "Buddy's got a big cock head, so he's no easy piece of meat. Pull out and show Wiley your mushroom, Buddy." Buddy pulled out. I wanted it back and my ass twitched.
"Push it in again," Dusty instructed Buddy. "See the Boss wants it. It's almost as if he's opening his ass to take it. It's really tender inside. The ass lining feels great rubbing your cock." Buddy must have gotten harder. The second penetration of my ass was better than the first. The pressure in my balls began to build. I wanted to shoot. My effort to hold back, failed and I began to moan and twitch.
As I filled Buster's mouth with my cum, he began a sperm eruption. Buster never shot off, he would erupt, with his cum oozing out like lava. It was almost an orgasm in slow motion. Buddy began pumping frantically, then he ejaculated. He pulled out of my ass and sprayed my back with his seed. After we calmed down, we disentangled.
On the other side of the room Skeeter was sucking off Lon and Max. Now only Wiley, Dusty and Sebastian had full loads. Wiley looked very young. I knew he wanted to be a part of the group and he loved sex. He was timid and uneasy about doing new things.
"Wiley," I said whispering to him. "Dusty wants you ass. Do you think you can take it?"
"I don't know," he said, but I'd sure like to try."
"Well, that's a good start."