Vacation In The Oregon Woods By Larry Laetus(Laetuseros@aol.com) Edited by Chipster (chipster071053@yahoo.com)
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This is my six weeks adventure at an Oregon logging camp. They can't log, so they rent out these cabins to tourists for vacations and are able to support the overhead of the logging camps during idle times. Ours was out near Bend, OR.
We went to Oregon to witness the graduation of my daughter from Oregon State University, Corvallis. After the graduation, she had arranged this woods experience for her mother and father. It would be fun, no communications with the outside world for six weeks. We would truly be able to spend time with one another without distractions. So okay, we are all woodsmen; reluctantly I went along with the idea. We packed up the camping gear and drove for hours to get to the site, deep in the Oregon forest.
The cabins, log cabins, were arranged in a line, side by side, facing what we learned was the mess hall the loggers used during the times they were logging. We had to cook our own food on the camp stove. Everything was down to basics. We were shown our cabin and the owner's teenage son helped us get our stuff inside. He told us about the swimming hole at the river, not to swim alone, let someone know where you were going if you hiked into the forest, best if you had him guide you, he was glad to show us around the logging camp and explain the equipment. Oh, and no outside fires, no cigarettes, no fireworks. He left us to get settled.
I went to sit on the small porch, and soon heard snickering and noises coming from the next cabin. Hmmm. Sounded like two guys were getting it on. Soon it was quiet and I enjoyed the view, the clean spicy air, the scent of the pine forest, the noise of the critters, and the sound of water from the river. It was quiet and peaceful, very relaxing. I dozed off in the chair. I awoke with a start, as something had slammed into my chest. I looked down and on the floor was a football.
These two bronze gods were running up to the porch. A baseball cap on their head, camp shorts at the waist and white wool sock rolled down over brogan boots. My eyes feasted.
Here were not one, but two potential husbands for my daughter. They were what I figured were in the 20-25 year range, maybe more. They were tanned, about six foot tall, weighing over 200 lbs and really well developed. Nice solid pecs, football size deltoids, full biceps, trim waist with enviable abdominals, nice squared ones. Thighs that stretched the opening of the camp shorts and strong calf muscles completed the picture. The dark hair leading into the shorts drew my eyes to the bulge in front. I looked up at their smiling faces. They were profusely apologizing. One leaned on the porch rail, the other sat on the top step. A long pass had missed being snagged and hit me. They introduced themselves and asked about my wife and daughter. They had seen us move in. Glad to have someone else in camp. Maybe we could all get together this evening for a visit.
By this time, my wife and daughter were at the doorstep, drooling at these two guys. I explained what had happened and my wife jumped right in with, "Sure, I'll fix some coffee and kuchen and we can meet around the kitchen table." The guys liked that, and were all smiles and posing. They accepted my wife's invitation and went off to toss some more football. I sat down again and watched them. I admired the builds, the way the muscles of their arms and legs flexed and the way they smoothly moved as they ran, leaped, or dove, for the ball. The sun glistened off their perspiration, highlighting their muscles. They were deep into their play. They challenged and taunted one another until they were exhausted. Then they clasped one another and went off into the woods. They were gone for about an hour, and I was just getting up to go inside, when they came up the path, heading for their cabin. They waved to me, and I noticed that they looked fresh and glowing.
"You guys seem to recover quickly. Last I saw you, you were exhausted!"
"Oh, we went for a refreshing swim down at the river. You got to try it. Very relaxing on a hot afternoon. Why don't you come with us tomorrow." They seemed to be genuine in their offer and I readily accepted.
We were just finishing our supper, when the boys knocked on the porch railing. My wife told them to come in and sit down. My daughter blushed, but quickly recovered and introduced herself to them. They exchange a brief handshake, Brian and Rob. They straddled the chair like a farm hand. I got a brief glance up Brian's shorts opening. The kid had real equipment stuffed in there. He winked at me. They had brought a bowl of blackberries that they had picked and offered them to my wife. "I'll fix them in a cobbler for tomorrow. You boys will join us for supper?"
They didn't want to impose, but were eager to join us. The evening went well, talking about where we hailed from, what each one did for a living, what we wanted to do while we were here, what we'd seen of Oregon, what we thought, and finally they thought it was time to leave. Visions of the day filled my dreams. I mentally reviewed the two playing toss football in front of our cabin.
The next morning, after breakfast, I heard the sound of wood being split. I went to the kitchen door and saw the two boys out back splitting firewood. They had split a fair amount. As Brian split the logs with a 3/4 axe, Rob stacked the split wood against the cabin wall.
"Hey, what are you two up to?" I called from the doorway. I was admiring their trim bodies covered with the slight sheen of perspiration.
They turned and looked up from their labor, to greet me and dazzled me with their perfect smiles and sparkling eyes. Boy, was I imaging things or were these two playing me. I was definitely interested. "We were just splitting some firewood to pay for tonight's supper!"
"You don't need to do that!" I yelled back.
"Oh, yeah we do. It will keep you warm tonight when the temperature drops down."
"Oh, I know other things can keep me warm at night!" I answered back.
They took the challenge. "Oh, like what?"
"Why, you two studs on each side of me, getting me hot!" I held my breath for an instant. That was so bold, and what the hell, my wife and Amanda were still sleeping.
"Oh," came the reply, "We could do that, but what about the girls? What would they be doing?" They were standing spread legged, flaunting that dark line of hair going into their shorts. Rob hooked a finger in his shorts and pulled them down further to expose more pubic hair. I licked my lips, coming up with a reply.
"Hah! Got you old man. You haven't got the energy to sleep with us!" came the reply.
"Yeah, you want me to prove it?" I taunted back. I smiled at their attempt to bug me.
"Well, we'll just wait and see about that. Your place or ours?"
"Yours of course! Not enough room in my cabin." I waited for the reply. They laughed and looked at one another, nodding their heads in some kind of conspiracy. They started splitting more wood. I sat on the stoop with my morning coffee and feasted my eyes. Memories of my youth came to mind, those days in the mountains, the carefree life of a mountain man.
"Hey, old man! We are all wet and sweaty. You want to go for a swim?" I set the coffee cup aside and hurried to join them. Brian had grasped his arm around Rob's waist and Rob had his arm over Brian's shoulders. Their muscles were flush from splitting wood and stacking it. It had been a good workout for them. As I came up, Brian reached his other arm to grasp me at the waist and pulled me into him. The scent of aroused man filled my nostrils and my cock started filling up. It felt damn good! We walked down to the river together, arms locked around each other. Rob started singing some ribald song, and Brian and I laughed at his attempt.
We came to a dead stop at the river edge. "Oh, shit, I forgot my suit. I'll go back and get it." I started turning to go.
"Why? We swim in the raw. Nothing like it, is there Rob?"
"Yeah, we don't need suits. Only us guys together and we know what we have!"
The hooked their finger into the edge of their shorts and shucked them in one fell swoop. They looked up at me as they untied their bootlaces. Oh, my cock was now at full length. I was mesmerized by the lines of their asses and the muscular builds and just stood frozen at the beauty before me. Brain stood up, and gave me a friendly slap to my shoulder.
"Hey, you not see a guy naked before? Cat got your tongue? Pops, drop those drawers and let's get into the water." He turned and he and Rob high stepped their way into the shallow water edge, then dove into the water. This left me hustling my shorts and boots off, quickly following them into the river.
They proved to be powerful swimmers, and were amazed that I was too. We swam and splashed in the shallower water. We worked our way out of the river, and Brian produced a large blanket that he spread. Rob joined him. I sat on a nearby log and watched them check me out, and I gazed at them with lust. I listened to them openly discuss my attributes, smiling at their conversation.
"He's pretty well built for an old fart, Brian. I'll bet that thing grows to eight inches easy!"
"Shit Rob, I agree he's pretty trim, but that thing won't reach five inches fully inflated."
"Hey, Larry, do you work out?
"Yeah, at least twice a week, treadmill, circuit, and free weights. What about you two? I'd recommend you keep it up, otherwise you go to fat!"
"Oh, we keep in shape playing games, running, jumping, enjoying the feel of our bodies in motion." Brian was caressing Rob's smooth shoulders, running his hand down his side and resting on a bare hip.
Rob rolled to face Brian, and leaned into a long kiss with him. Brian clasped Rob close and his hands move up and down Rob's back muscles. Rob did the same to Brian. They were really getting into the kissing. They rolled with Brian on top and I had an excellent view of their kissing techniques. Rob's mouth was open; Brian's tongue was deep into his mouth. The muscles and veins on Brian's throat were flexing, straining. Brian's arms held his chest above rob and his head was bent down to kiss. Rob's mouth was wide open as if he were trying to swallow Brian's tongue and head.
They rolled with Rob on top. He extended his chest above Brian with full arms, his hips on top of Brian's. He was gazing down with a warmth that I recognized - deep affectionate love. He spoke the words, "Bri, I love you so much!" A lump formed in my throat, my eyes welled up with tears.
"And I love you Rob, very, very, much!" The words softly flowed up from Brian's mouth to Rob. Their eyes were locked together; I knew that feeling that no other existed but the two of them. Rob's head dove down, his lips connecting with Brian's. Brian's knees came up to grip Rob between them. Rob flexed his hips. Brian groaned, his hands pulling his knees back toward his shoulders. Rob wiggled his hips, Brian moaned in pleasure as he connected with Rob. Rob started moving his hips back and forward. Rob grabbed Brian's leg and lifted it onto his shoulder. I had a clear view of his cock as it invaded Brian's ass. Soon, Rob was feverishly thrusting hard against Brian's butt. Rob gave a grunt thrust hard and yelled out his pleasure. Brian reached up and pulled him down onto his chest. They lay there, breathing deeply.
Brian turned his head and looked at me, "Come over here, old man!"
I was in a daze. I felt my body rise and walk over to look down at the two of them. I knelt down on the blanket edge. I felt Brian grasp my swollen pecker and gently fondle my ball sack.
"I guess you were right Rob, it has to be at least eight inches loaded." I felt his thumb spread the cum around the glans, and a shiver ran down my spine, I broke out in goose bumps
Rob squatted back away from Brian, and I watched his engorged penis pull free of Brian's grasping sphincter muscle with a gentle pop. He moved around so he could lower his head and his mouth surrounded my cock like a wet leather glove. He sucked, once, hard and I spilled my small token seed into his throat.
He pulled off, and grinning spoke to Brian, "He comes fast, wonder why?"
Brian grinned at me kneeling next to them, "You like what you saw, old man? Do you remember how it was when you were young and frisky? Damn that's a gigantic cock you got dangling there." He grabbed my arm and pulled me down to him. Our lips met and his tongue thrust through my lips and explored every crevice inside my mouth, slid over my teeth and twirled with my tongue.
Rob lay to Brian's left side, I spread my body along his right side and we lay together like that as our hands roamed over each other's body. It was wonderful to once again have that feeling of closeness, warmth, belonging. The warm sun shone down. I guess we slept for a bit. Rob stirred and nudged us awake. We sat up and grinned at each other with the knowledge of what we had shared. I felt as young as they were.
"So, do we do this tomorrow?" asked a smiling Rob.
"Hell, yes!" I replied. And we did, almost every afternoon weather permitting.
Larry (that's me) can be emailed at: Laetuseros@aol.com Chipster (my editor) can be emailed at: Chipster071053@yahoo.com Note that Chip has a lot of great stories of his own on Nifty. His latest hot one is called "In the Dog House"
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