WOOD CHIPS By Billy Jay Dee
"Be careful, dear!" my wife called from the front yard.
I was headed out the icy road to get another truckload of wood chips from Jeff Hogg's mill. Jeff had been in the local newspaper's "Police Log" again. This month he'd threatened a contractor who'd leased some equipment from him.
We first read of Jeff three months before. He'd been sitting in the Jacuzzi with his best friend and girl friend. The men were naked. The woman wore a long white t-shirt that did little to hide her large round breasts, dark nipples and patches of pubic hair. Jeff nudged his buddy with his left arm while grabbing his girlfriend's elbow with his right hand.
"How about sucking our cocks?" he asked as both men eased up out of the tepid water expectantly.
"Fuck, no!" she snapped shoving him back.
As his firm hard buttocks bounced off the edge of the pool, he coolly slapped her across the mouth. The police arrived shortly after that. His name appeared among those charged with assault in the next issue of the paper.
My wife and I met him a few weeks later at the office Christmas party. He was in the market for a new girlfriend and started dating a friend of my wife's. That relationship didn't lasted too long, but he and I became friends during it. (He hasn't found a woman in our small town that hasn't been warned about him since.)
He seemed to like me and gave us free wood chips to help with the landscaping of our new house. His portable mill was located out of town nine miles next to the home he was building.
I pulled into the yard where I could see him working alone in the sunshine on the saw. I parked where it would be easy to back up to the snow-frosted wood chip pile, but not appear presumptuous that he would give it away like usual. Even though he's several inches shorter than my 6'1" and twenty years younger than my forty-five, I always found him a little intimidating.
When I slammed the truck door, he didn't turn around. I stomped loudly as my long legs carried me closer. I did not want to startle him when he had his large hands around the saw blade.
"Bill!" he called with a cock-eyed grin and a rising note that stretched out my name.
"Hey, Jeff," I grinned back.
He kept his head half tilted and body half turned as he put down his wrench and pulled off his gloves. His striped engineers shirt was unzipped all the way down to the middle of his chest revealing a muscled white body contrasting sharply with jet-black chest hair and the harsh sunburn on his neck. The collars of his shirt were flung wide across his broad shoulders. Red suspenders clinging tightly to his barrel chest held up his narrow-waisted black pants.
The pants did nothing to show off his fine ass, but they did brag up his flat hard belly. Jeff kept his black hair cut short and face clean-shaven, in contrast to my salt-and-pepper hair and bristly moustache. His face when not sunburned was as white as his chest in sharp contrast to the deep red blush his cheeks could show. All this above a square dimpled chin. His eyebrows spread wide up and across his forehead to couple above his nose. His eyes (God his eyes!) were baby blue. They could be bright as the sky on a cloudless summer day or cold as the brow of Heaven on a clear, Alaska winter's morn.
"How's it hanging?" he asked still grinning and extending a clean white hand with large long stubby fingers -- the kind of fingers that let you know there's a large long thick dick hanging down the leg of his loose fitting trousers.
"Great! How's it going with you?"
"Good," he said and then mumbled it again, nodding his head and glancing from the truck to Bill and then back again. Some thought replaced the smile on his face.
"Need some more wood chips?" he asked, his eyes not quite so bright, the smile slipped from his face.
"Is that possible, buddy? Got some to spare?"
"I think," Jeff nodded, sky blue eyes on the ground.
"Let's go over here," he said, indicating the floorless shed of rough-cut sweet-smelling cedar he used to store chainsaws, tools, oil, gas, and parts for his mill.
As he set down the odds and ends he carried over from the mill on a plank supported by sawhorses, he asked, "How many loads you taken out of here, Bill?"
I'd anticipated that question for some time. He turned to look at me. The pupils of his eyes were taut pinpoints of intense passion. He breathed heavily as he stared into my blue eyes. When he turned he found me reaching for my wallet. I, too, breathed excitedly.
"I don't want you money, buddy," he demurred. His powder blue eyes slid down my lanky frame to the sawdust floor. Two fingers of his right waved away my wallet as the left closed the shed door a little. He cleared his voice and waited.
"Well, then," I whispered huskily, "How can I ever repay you?"
We stood close and I boldly stared into his rosy face. His glacial cold eyes met and held mine in a harsh stare. He thought a moment, not looking away, not searching my face, but rather searching my eyes.
"Your wife sure is pretty."
I laughed with relief. I could feel the blush rise on my cheeks as my eyes danced merrily before his.
"You like those long legs and blonde hair and big tits?" I asked with a grin. My cupped hands traced her fine figure in the small space between our bellies. Then I patted his left shoulder with my right hand and left it resting there.
"Yeah," he smirked, blushing again and looking down.
So did I.
"Looks like someone else likes her, too!" I pointed out as I let my right index finger ride up the crease bulging out of his trousers. When I looked up, he just kept staring sternly into my face.
"I don't think she'd go for it," I said.
"No?" His left arm came to rest in the small of my back, his fingers rounded as though to pull me closer.
"What if I could find another pair of willing lips and a tight hole?"
"Nearby?" he asked coolly
"You got condoms and "KY"?"
"We don't need that yet."
He looked down at his crotch. So did I. His calloused hand pried the first button on his trousers open, then popped all the others. He stared at me pointedly a moment and then back at his crotch. He then shrugged off his suspenders, grabbed his shirt by the shoulders and yanked it off. Jeff wasn't wearing any shorts. His cock flew out of the open fly. Before I could react, his trousers slid lazily off his small tight ass and dropped to the tops of his heavy leather logging boots. A treasure trail of black semi-curly hair starting between his cold-hardened nipples led down his belly and a small patch of night-like hair kneeling at the root of a thick flat shaft of bruised purple flesh.
I removed my coat and knelt before my woods-god. Sawdust speckled his pubic hair and clung to his tight round balls. He smelled of cedar and the morning chill. I reached for the base of his big dick. His hands spread on either side of my head, clamped down on my ears and bent down my mouth. With a little shake of his ass and wobble of the purple crown of his manhood, he shoved his cock up through my lips, slid it across the roof of my mouth and started banging the back of my throat.
I gagged a bit, but eased back on the broad shaft, letting my tongue thrum rapidly on his cum-tube and then on the prominent ridge of his cockhead.
"Oh, yeah, Bill. Suck it. Feels so good, ummmm," he groaned.
I took a bit more of the eight-inch monster into my mouth and began a slow in and out movement. I could feel his nearly tasteless precum dripping onto my tongue.
I grabbed his tight muscular ass cheeks and felt them tense further as he pumped into my mouth. He bent his knees, pulled my head down further and soon drove that purple-headed monster in with a steady rhythm.
"Ahhhh, mmmm, I'm close. Fuck. Ready to...." His husky voice drifted off into the cold air. I moved a hand to his low-hanging balls, feeling them slide upward in their hairy enclosure. He shoved hard, pulled my head into his crotch and then grunted loudly: "Oh, oh, oh, it's cumming. Suck it up. Yeah! Take my juice...Ahhhhhhhhhhh."
I felt the first spurt hit the back of my throat and backed off to catch another equally plentiful ejaculation on my tongue...salty-sweet with a bitter edge. I gently tugged his balls as several smaller spasms produced more cum.
Jeff leaned down onto the top of my head, gaining his balance by gripping the workbench directly behind me. His cock popped out of my mouth with a loud slurping noise. For several minutes, he hung there panting loudly, his still-dripping organ dangling in front of my eyes.
"Shit, Bill," he said as he straightened up. He wobbled a little. His face was pale and his ice blue eyes iced over. He gulped audibly and then nodded for me to pick up his shirt. "It's cold as hell in here. Let's go up to the house. I need to warm up."
I stood, picked my coat up from the workbench and followed his broad disheveled form up the pathway to his log bungalow.
"Coffee or something?" he asked as we entered the warm kitchen. The blush was returning to his square jawed face as was the charming smile.
I fidgeted a moment, trying to press my still-erect cock into a more comfortable position. Jeff's eyes followed my hand.
"Forgot, still haven't had yours," he smirked. He reached for my crotch and gripped my cock and balls in his big right hand. He stared at me dead eyed for a cold moment then his arm slid around my waist and we marched down a wide hallway to a sparsely furnished bedroom. We sat down side-by-side on the double bed and he began to unbutton my shirt. I stood and undid my belt and pulled down the zipper of my fly. My cock, still tangled in my white jockey shorts, popped out into Jeff's waiting hand. "Nice one," he said, gripping my six inches that seemed small compared to the thick hunk I recently had between my lips. Jeff didn't appear to mind at all as he slid my shorts and pants down, poking predatorily at my exposed erection.
He finished stripping me by forcing me gently onto the bed with a shove while he removed my boots, socks, pants and underwear.
"Man, you are very good-looking for an old...er, I mean, you have a great body," he snickered, his face reddening at his slip of the tongue.
I laughed, "It's okay, son...you are right handsome yourself for a young virgin."
His grin expanded as he finished undressing himself. I could see his cock was making a surprising revival. He lurched toward me, knelt between my legs and gripped the base of my throbbing prick in the fingers of his right hand.
"Your turn to cum," he said, pushing me back to a lying position. I felt his warm, wet tongue touch my hard dick. He spread my legs wider and began playing with my balls roughly as he expertly tongued the full length of my cock. His mouth slid downward to my balls and he sucked each one hard, his lips pinching the ruffled sack before lifting my legs and pressing me further back on the bed.
"Mmmmm, a beautiful ass," he whispered huskily his eyes again glazed with passion. His mouth was soon on my asshole with lots of spit and loud lip-smacking. "Like a hot pussy," he said as he lifted his head momentarily. Then he plunged down again, sticking his tongue directly against my pucker.
He sucked and licked for what seemed like minutes, but may have been only seconds.
"Gonna fuck you," he announced as he stood. He spit into his hand and slathered it onto his cock, now fully erect and drooling precum.
"Condom?" I asked weakly.
He growled in response hefting my left thigh a little higher. I felt the big knob at the entrance to my ass. Slowly, he pressed forward as I tried to relax for his intrusion.
"Oh, ow," I moaned reflexively at the initial pain. Jeff stood stock still, expressionless for a moment. We were both breathing heavily. I looked up at him and could see sweat moistening his forehead and matting the black hair on his chest.
He looked directly into my eyes, but made not a sound as he shoved forward, lodging about half of his thick rod in my straining asshole. As he eased back a bit, to strike at my ass again, pleasure replaced the pain.
"Oh, that's good. Now. Yeah, fuck me," I moaned.
Jeff didn't need further invitation. Grabbing my cock, which had dwindled to a semi-erect state at the pain of entry, he shoved the rest of his fat prick inside me.
He began a slow, merciless, steady in and out motion, pumping my cock with the same rhythm. Sweat, spit and the copious leakage of his precum did little to ease his rampant prick's dry rape of my butthole. I shoved my ass up to meet his strokes and felt his heavy balls slapping against my dampened asscheeks.
"Ah, yeah, that's it. Faster, faster, fuck me, fuck me," I grunted.
Jeff's groans merged with my own. "Uh, take it. Take my cock. I'm gonna cum in you...soon, uh, uh, now, here it cums. Ahhhhhh, oh, fuck, yeah."
I felt his thick manmeat twitching and spurting inside my ass. His steady pumping of my stiffened sensitive pecker set me off immediately after the first surge of his hot jizm.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, I'm shooting...ahhhhh," I told him as my thick white cream squirted into the dark hair of his broad chest and flat belly. "So good."
He literally fell onto me, his elbows down to keep our chests and faces from too intimate a contact, his cock inching further into my still-twitching butthole. We lay breathing heavily, the moistness of our exertions gluing our crotches together. As we caught our breath, Jeff rolled onto his side, staring directly into my eyes.
"I'll get the backhoe and load up the wood chips. You've taken care of two loads." An eyebrow twitched in amusement as his cold eyes continued to stare at me.
I laughed to myself, thinking about how many more loads it would take to finish the landscaping.