The Lumberjacks
By Collage Maker
[A reworking of the first four chapters of "Captain Marvel and the Lumberjack" by Guy Fuchs, now to be found on http://web.archive.org/web/20020627101315/http://www.malecities.com/redlight/macstevens/marvel17.html]
Joe Cochran, lumberjack, was on a six-month stint at the Hardwood Lumber Camp in the deep woods of the State of Columbia. The nearest community, Fawcett City, where his paychecks were electronically deposited each month, was a good long drive away in his 4 X 4 Jeep. Joe was 33 years of age and a giant among men. With the exception of his cabin-mate, Brad O'Connor, his 6'4", 220 lb. frame towered over his fellow woodsmen.
Joe's powerful, muscular build was man-made and resulted from years of hard work. He had short, curly black hair and thick eyebrows over dark eyes. Blue-black stubble usually covered his square jaw and shadowed his full lips. His neck and shoulders reminded one of a raging bull in a bullfighting arena. His massive biceps stretched the flannel of his plaid shirt with every movement and his hairy forearms were as thick as the logs he chopped. The hands gripping his ax were the size of a catcher's mitt. Light grey pants covered his hard, rippling bubble butt and tree trunk legs and were tucked inside heavy, black logger's boots. The jet black hair which swirled around his hulking pecs thinned as it trailed down his midriff and flared out over his hard belly. His leathery nipples projected sensuously over his rounded pecs and constantly rubbed erotically against the flannel of his shirt. Like the other men he wore long-johns during the cold autumn season. However, his thick circumcised cock, which measured 10" when aroused, was clearly outlined down his left leg as was his large right testicle on the other side of the crotch seam. The virile masculinity and hard body of this magnificent male specimen were the envy of other men and women swooned at the sight of him.
The twenty lumberjacks that were secluded for six months at the Hardwood Lumber Camp worked hard, drank hard and fought hard and were horny as hell. Their hard physical labors increased their testosterone levels and sex drives. The men were paired off in ten cabins scattered around the main building that housed the dining hall, washrooms, showers and staff quarters. The loggers, including Joe and Brad, obtained sexual release through self-gratification and, after "lights-out", groans and grunts echoed throughout the cabins.
On a particular cold night in early November, Joe and Brad, after a strenuous day at work and a hefty supper, retired to their cabin to relax near their wood stove while listening to country music on the local station. Joe fetched a fifth of whiskey from his ample supply and Brad got a six-pack of Buds from their small fridge. They laid back on their cots which were 5 feet apart and got into some serious drinking. Their bedding was so arranged that the two men faced each other at an angle. The two lumberjacks were similar in looks and build. Brad weighed in at 210 but was a half-inch taller. He sported dark stubble and eyes of a lighter brown, and dark brown hair washed over his chest, arms and legs.
A small lamp cast a dim light around the cabin as the two humpy loggers stretched out on their cots imbibing in the searing whiskey and beer chasers. After about an hour of this activity, the bottle was half empty and another six-pack was required. The men started to sweat from the heat generated by the wood stove and the alcohol and Joe removed his boots and flannel shirt. Brad followed suit and then they simultaneously decided to take their pants off as well. The two giants were now bare-chested and only white tight-fitting long-johns covered their lower bodies. They again reclined, spread-eagled on their cots and resumed their drinking. Their senses were becoming numb from the continuous boozing and the heat that was filling the cabin. As Vince Gill crooned in the background the two lumberjacks glared at each other and started rubbing their crotches with their meaty hands. Their meaty butts were squirming around against the blankets and their muledicks began to swell and squirt precum juice inside their cotton crotches. Their mouths were emitting groans of lust.
The whiskey bottle was now empty and the two musclebound woodsmen were in a state of euphoric intoxication and intense sexual hunger. Their mouths were drooling as they rubbed their oozing shafts while drinking in each other's humpy bodies. Unable to contain himself any longer, with an angry roar Joe lunged himself on top of his mate. Brad quickly wrapped his hulking arms around Joe's torso. Months of sexual frustration were suddenly unleashed as the hot, sweaty bodies of the two growling stallions united in a writhing, thrashing and thrusting struggle. They were using each other's bodies as sexual objects and release of built-up tension. Joe's cotton-covered firm butt cheeks moved in a circular fashion as he ground his manhood into Brad's pulsing apparatus.
Joe and Brad had never experienced man-to-man sex before. At first, they felt that they needed an outlet for their sexual energy, but now they both realized that they wanted and actually enjoyed this new and exciting intimacy. The feel of another man's humpy muscular body and powerful manhood against their own responded to the inner cravings that their subconscious psyche had fantasized about for years. They pulled all the stops and went at each other with crazed abandon. Their writhing bodies rolled off Brad's cot, taking the mattress with them, and they ended up on the floor with Joe still on top. The exquisite sensation of their chests rubbing against each other caused the two giant lumberjacks to grunt and moan as Brad wrapped his massive legs around Joe's. He grabbed the other man's twisting asscheeks, bringing their hot, wet crotches even closer as if they were struggling to penetrate each other's bodies. Joe grabbed his buddy's bull neck with both hands and started to swirl his thick, hot tongue around his left nipple. He then wrapped his slobbering mouth tightly around the tender membrane. He let go of Brad's neck and grabbed his huge, hairy pecs with his hardened hands, and began sucking on the vulnerable nip as would a suckling hungry baby. In response, Brad grabbed his mate's tits, twisting and pulling them mercilessly. At one point, Joe grasped Brad's hair and shoved his right nipple inside Brad's mouth. Neither man had ever known the joys of nipple play and the acute torturous pleasure it could bring.
Cochran clamped his mouth down onto Brad's and their heated tongues entered into a sensuous duel accompanied by whimpering moans. During the prolonged smoky, wet kiss Joe reached down, pushed his hard rod through the fly of his long-johns and then through Brad's fly. The veined skin of the two throbbing pipes was now joined inside O'Connor's wet underwear. Joe clamped his heavy legs around Brad's mountainous thighs and began to fuck the other man's tool. Brad countered the pounding thrusts with his own as the two wild goliaths kissed all over each other's faces and necks, drooling and grunting like two jungle beasts.
Enraptured with each other, the two thrashing titans continued to roll around on the log cabin floor, enjoying each other's muscular, powerful bodies. The two stallions growled, sucking each other's tongue, and clenched their searing bodies tightly together as they performed freaky contortions on the cabin floor, their turgid pricks on fire. The sensation of their horse cocks fucking each other inside Brad's long-johns, mingled with their savage shouts and groans, inflamed their senses. They were two rutting, hunching and grunting pigs, intoxicated from the booze, the sex, and the depravity of the moment.
At the height of their intense struggling Brad roared, "Oh God, Joe, you make me so fuckin' horny I can't stand it. I want you to fuck me HARD. I want to feel your big ass-splitter deep, deep inside me. FUCK ME YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!! FUCK ME NOW!"
The two lumberjacks were experiencing their first man-to-man sex encounter but the idea of shoving his manmeat up his cabin-mate's asshole excited Joe. They stood up, removed their underwear and their sweaty, humpy and muscular bodies connected in a passionate embrace. A ravenous, tongue-probing kiss ensued and their meaty rumps writhed as they fucked each other's leaking artillery. Brad wrapped his brawny arms around Joe's thickset neck and lowered him down onto the mattress on the floor. He attached his bulky legs around Joe's waist and, wild-eyed, shrieked,
"JOE, PLEASE, FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG PRICK! I NEED IT! I WANT IT! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, I'VE GOTTA HAVE IT NOW!"
Joe responded, "OK man. I never wanted anything this bad before. My bull rod is just aching to bore into you and fuck the ass off you till you yell for mercy. GET READY! HERE IT COMES!!"
The burly lumberjack kneeled between his cabin-mate's meaty thighs and wrapped his mighty arms underneath and around them, digging his fingers in the hairy flesh. His pulsing maleness was well lubricated with the precum oozing from it. He aimed the purple mushroom head at Brad's twitching bunghole and, without warning, rammed his 10" steel pole to the hilt at one fell swoop. Brad shrieked from the searing pain that the sudden invasion inflicted on his virgin stud ass. He grabbed Joe's shoulders in an attempt to push him away, but to no avail. Joe's engorged balls brushed against the tender skin surrounding Brad's anus as Brad's stretched ass clamped down on the massive prick that had invaded it.
Joe remained motionless to allow his buddy time for his sphincter muscles to adapt. After about two minutes the stinging pain subsided completely and was replaced by a new sensation, one of intense pleasure. "Oh fuck," Brad moaned as Joe lowered himself over his buddy's body and clamped his mouth around Brad's left nipple. Every nerve in Brad's body responded with blazing acuity, and he began to squirm and thrust his pelvis upward. Joe pulled his prick nearly all the way out and then speared it back in. He heard a low "Uuuunghh!" from his mate as he drove his dick deep and stopped. Then he withdrew again, and thrust deeper, harder. Brad grunted louder. True to form, Joe pulled his robust hips backward so that his dick again traveled in reverse out of the manhole, then powerfully slammed it back in. From Brad came one long cathartic scream: "AAAAAAAIIIIIEEGGGHH...!!!" as he wrapped his legs around Joe's lower back, driving his big, hard rump inward to achieve maximum penetration.
The two men gritted their teeth as they glared at each other with frenzied lust in their eyes. Joe kissed his mate's mouth. Then he began to fuck Brad in earnest, ramming his rigid monster meat in and out of his buddy's mancunt with ferocious determination.
The two burly, muscular lumberjacks were overwhelmed with the intense pleasure they were giving each other. Electrified by this newly-discovered, extremely enjoyable experience, they eagerly responded to every erotic and sensuous sensation. Brad grabbed the back of his lover's bull neck with his left hand, keeping their faces in close contact. They growled and moaned, salivating all over their mouths, faces and necks. The sounds emitting from the two rutting bulls were akin to two wild beasts mating in the jungle.
Joe kept pushing his massive cock into his brawny mate. The squeeze of a tight stud's butt around his cock felt better to Joe than any slippery pussy. He was completely intoxicated by the heat and the tightness of the fleshly passageway that gripped his hard rod, and he plowed into Brad's ass oblivious of anything but the hot muscled sheath that held him so powerfully. His hard cock seemed to have taken on a life of its own, fucking endlessly into the little hole that beckoned it with so much force. Stroke after stroke slammed into the deep valley between Brad's muscled glutes, giving and bringing intense pleasure.
Brad clamped his big feet on Joe's flexing butt and started to knead the firm rounded globes with his rough heels as Joe continued to thrust back and forth. Joe's meaty ass-cheeks rippled with every downward thrust of his engorged stud meat while Brad grunted and dug his heels into his mate's butt each time he felt Joe penetrate his innards. Joe's massive joystick kept up a steady prodding against Brad's prostate as Brad surrendered himself to the impaling tool, lifting his ass to receive each thrust from the throbbing mancock that kept pummeling into him.
After 15 minutes of this ass-splitting action Brad became delirious from the sensation. His balls, now filled with hot semen, ached for release. He began squeezing Joe's shaft with his tight ass, his muscles flexing and relaxing as he pleasured his mate's swelling cock. Joe responded by spearing his long thick cock up Brad's muscled glutes with savage fury, thrusting with all the power he could muster. In and out his iron hard rod flowed as Joe fucked with a passion he had never known before. He could not have stopped the force of his hard thrusts into Brad's ass even if he had wanted to. The hot tunnel that held Joe's throbbing dick in a vice-like grip was squeezing and releasing in rhythm with his pumping, and the two ardent studs growled like lions as they realized that their long-fought struggle would soon garner its reward.
With a penetrating plunge and a piercing guttural roar, Joe's horse cock erupted, splashing Brad's guts with hot stud juice. Again and again Joe came. It seemed almost as if his balls were turning inside out as he shot load after load of his hot, milky lava into his husky mate, flooding Brad's ass in a matter of seconds before it was forced out with his powerful thrusting. As Brad felt the hot man juice spreading in his guts, his own 9" ramrod erupted without any outside stimulation. Endless gobs of white jism spurted all over Brad's belly, chest and stubble-covered face. The two grunting stallions were locked in a frenzy of intense sexual release. Their bodies went into orgasmic spasms as their ejaculations continued for a good 30 seconds.
When finally their nut sacs were drained, Joe just collapsed on top of his buddy, their naked muscular bodies still linked by Joe's shaft. Moaning their pleasure, they fell asleep in each other's arms on the cabin floor.
At 1:00 AM, Joe arose from where they lay and staggered over to piss in the portable toilet in one corner of the cabin. He had just finished and was still facing the wall, his legs spread well apart, when he felt something stroke the crack of his well-rounded bubble-butt. He turned around and was face-to-face with Brad, who was rubbing his male staff up and down Joe's crack.
As Joe Cochran's gaze fell upon the sexy hunk, the two ruggedly handsome and muscular woodsmen glared at each other with wanton lust. Joe's glare became ravenous as he took in Brad O'Connor's burning eyes, the dark manly stubble, the hairy rippling pecs with their jutting erect nipples, the beefy limbs bulging with muscle, and the pulsing 9" uncut dong which protruded provocatively against Joe's own growing manhood. Joe groggily exclaimed,
"What the fuck! You sure as hell are a horny son-of-a-bitch!"
The two eager giants grabbed for each other, rubbing their heaving chests together and mashing their erect nipples against each other. Grunting their animal lust their faces connected in a slobbering, tongue-probing kiss as the crazed loggers ground their spewing jackhammers together. The two meaty rumps jiggled with each powerful thrust of their pelvises. They were like two rutting bulls engaged in a fierce cockfight.
Brad started to lap at Joe's jaw and then clamped his hot mouth on Cochran's thick neck, biting and sucking the tender flesh as if he was trying to suck blood out of it. The acute sensation caused the overcharged hunk to shriek as he grabbed and twisted Brad's pulsing nipples. Brad released his prey's neck with a loud plop and attacked Joe's left nipple with his teeth and tongue, swirling and sucking on the tender membrane. With their heads thrown back, growling and snarling, the two musclebound stallions assaulted each other's nips and pecs while still grinding and mashing their crotches together.
Following a prolonged session of tit "torture" Joe knelt in front of his frenzied mate and, grabbing the sweaty logger's meaty glutes with his huge paws, he starting licking and sucking Brad's heavy balls and throbbing crankshaft. He made every effort to shove the entire ball-sac into his large oral cavity but the balls were too big and he had to minister to them separately. The criss-crossing veins of Brad's super-thick shaft were bloated with blood, and his joystick was as rigid as a steel pole and ejecting a steady flow of precum, so turned-on was Brad by the manipulations of his husky mate. Joe grabbed the cockhead and slowly pulled down the protective hood revealing the large, reddish crown. As he tweaked Brad's aching nipples, Joe wrapped his hot mouth around the cockhead and stuck the tip of his tongue into the piss-slit, moving it around the delicate tissue of the urethra. The acute sensation electrified the other lumberjack, causing him to emit a primal growl. Joe moaned, released the purple mushroom head of Brad's cock from the grip of his hot mouth, and gasped, "Oh God...Oh shit... You're some hot, sexy hunk and sucking that throbbing battering ram of yours has got me real fuckin' horny!!!"
Brad immediately pulled Joe to his feet. The two Herculean hunks stood there, breathing heavily and glaring at each other's magnificent bodies. They locked once again in a passionate kiss, exploring each other's mouths with their tongues, squeezing their bodies with tremendous strength. Their torsos were pressed together with their glorious shafts, side by side, stimulated by the muscles of two sets of abs. Brad began to rub his hands up Joe's wide back and then down again until he reached the jutting mounds of Joe's meaty ass. He began squeezing the firm cheeks and causing Joe's hips to rotate to match his. Then Brad suddenly broke off the kiss, turned Joe around, and drove his thick right hand into the deep, dark valley separating Joe's muscular glutes. His middle finger located the tantalizing manhole and he teasingly rubbed the tender lips.
Upon hearing Joe's grunt of approval, Brad's finger penetrated and explored. Joe's anus closed tightly on the invading digit and Joe bent forward to find the wall. Using the wall to support himself, Joe offered Brad his ass. Brad introduced two more fingers into the twitching mancunt and the torrid hunk moaned when Brad started to massage his prostate. Thrusting and twitching his big butt, the frantic lumberjack turned his head around and growled,
"OH YEAH MAN! THAT FEELS GREAT! BUT IT'S YOUR COCK I WANT IN THERE. COME ON, YOU SEXY STUD, FUCK ME, SHOVE YOUR BIG PIECE OF MEAT INTO THIS LUMBERJACK'S ASS. FUCK ME, FUCK ME NOW!!!"
Brad needed no further encouragement. Grabbing Joe's hips with both hands, he started rubbing his raging erection against Joe's meaty bubble-butt. Then he pushed one of his muscular thighs between Joe's, forcing Joe to spread his legs. Brad bent his knees to achieve a better angle. Then a few seconds later Joe felt Brad's huge shaft stroke along the crack of his ass.
The angle of penetration was perfect as the inflamed woodsman's throbbing joint slowly entered that most mysterious dark valley and progressed towards the point of entry. Contact was achieved as Brad's hot flaring cockhead grazed the sensitive lips of Joe's anus. Straightening his legs with a short hip motion, Brad pushed the head of his beer-can thick stovepipe inside that wondrous, sinewy, warm cavity. Joe groaned, almost yelped as Brad forced himself deeper between his beautiful muscled globes, keeping up a steady pressure until he had more than half of his enormous dick inside the husky woodsman. Finally Brad pushed up in one final powerful stroke, and Joe let out a roar as Brad's ball bag connected with Joe's low-hangers and his pecs pressed into Joe's back.
With Joe Cochran's legs spread wide on either side of his, and with his big, callused hands clamped around Joe's waist, Brad began to plow his mate's big round ass with his rock hard prick. Joe was soon thoroughly enjoying the other logger's massive tool, his primitive snarls and growls showing how much he enjoyed having his guts filled with Brad's hard, probing firehose. Determined to gratify his mate's cravings to the maximum, Brad thrust his pelvis back and forth, back and forth, swinging his body in a big rocking motion.
Joe went wild, reacting to every thrust of Brad's throbbing battering ram by pushing his ass back. His firm round glutes jiggled like two mounds of jello as Brad pounded his ass. With each deep upward thrust of Brad's thick mule-dick into his tight chute, Joe emitted a loud, throaty groan. With each thrust of his pulsing fuck tool into Joe's mancunt, Brad's guttural grunt reverberated off the cabin walls. The two of them were grunting like animals, totally focussed on their own intense pleasure. Their hot sweaty, muscular bodies were thrusting and humping for an eternity, or those 15 minutes seemed like one.
Crazed with lust, Joe began beating his meat with one hand as he continued to be plowed by Brad's steel bar. But Brad pulled Joe's hand away and Joe moaned as Brad's strong hand cupped and fondled him. Then Brad started to pump on Joe's shaft like he was jacking his own cock. Joe really got into it, fucking Brad's callused, ham-like hand as it pumped up and down his massive cock, keeping in time with Brad's strokes. Their fierce and turbulent mating continued until the pace approached a wild, unrestrained crescendo.
Brad's senses had reached their most intense excitement level. He was like a fucking sex engine, his hips slamming into Joe's ass with wet slapping sounds as his cock steamed, coring the brawny hunk again and again. Faster and faster, harder and harder, Brad rammed his clublike cock into Joe's hot, inviting manpussy, Joe's thick muscular rectal walls massaging his invading porker. At the same time Brad pumped Joe's throbbing manhood, feeling Joe's balls getting tighter as they bounced against Brad's own and Joe got closer to shooting his load.
The taut satiny skin of Joe's cockhead flared out and turned an angry purple as Brad thrust deeply in and out of his mate's rectum. Joe's cock jumped in Brad's grip, and his throat emitted a primal shriek announcing his imminent discharge. Brad felt Joe's jerking cock start to shoot load after load of creamy white spunk, and Joe's ass spasmed and tightened around Brad's raging phallus, bringing Brad to the apex of his sensuous potency at the same time.
Brad let out a primordial roar as he delivered one last powerful thrust, and his throbbing organ exploded deep inside his mate. His whole body turned rigid and he pumped Joe's guts with rich hot ejaculate as Joe's powerful anal spasms milked him just like a cow. At the same time, Joe ground his ass back and forth. Brad's large hand was soon coated in thick cream dripping off his fingers, flying out of Joe's thick cock as Joe sprayed endless jets of hot super bull semen while Brad climaxed up his butthole.
As their engorged ball sacs emptied their scorching contents, their heavy breathing and racing heartbeats gradually returned to normal. They stood on wobbly legs, so weak from the fuck that had not the wall been supporting them they would have collapsed. Then Brad pulled away and they staggered back onto the mattress.
Needless to say, after that first wild romp in which they had consummated their lust for each other, the two gargantuan lumberjacks ravished each other's bodies every night until the first snow storm closed the camp for the season.
THE END