WOOD CHIPS, Chapter III
By Billy Jay Dee
Bill climbed the wide cedar steps leading to the second floor of Jeff's place and knocked at the living room door.
Through the cut glass window in the door, he could see the raven-haired man look up startled with the knock, then heard him "Hey!" in response as he hung up the telephone. Bill could see the remains of a six pack on the coffee table and the usual bag of toys, condoms and vaseline.
"Wanna fuck?" Jeff asked smiling as he answered the door and pulled Bill in with his left hand.
The taller, older man grinned, thinking: "Damn, he's being subtle tonight. Maybe I've used up the supply of wood chips he's been providing me free."
Bill looked again at the muscular stud gripping his wrist. The sky blue eyes that crouched beneath the single black eyebrow lost their twinkle. The haze that replaced their usual mischievous glow wasn't lust either. Bill was late. Jeff was drunk. Very drunk. Jeff's face was puffy and flushed from the hard bottom of his square dimpled chin to the tip-tops of his almost elfin ears.
As Bill kicked off his boots, Jeff struggled the red suspenders off his wide shoulders, whacking the striped blue and grey engineer's shirt twice in the process. The left nipple that got "thanged" twice under the shirt had been hard in the first place. Bill could imagine it stinging sharply as it stood even more prominently from Jeff's well-formed pec.
Jeff unsnapped this black cotton pants with more success and flung them to this ankles where they bunched around the thick grey wool ankle high socks on his feet. His wide fat eight incher appeared fully erect. Jeff wasn't wearing shorts. Without a word, without removing his carhart coat, Bill dropped to his knees and stretched his lips over the purpled head. Jeff pulled over his shirt and flung it to the floor.
Bill's right hand stroked the base of Jeff's meat, played with his moderately sized, moderately hairy balls. He tickled at Jeff's asshole where the middle finger found the entrance to be closed even to that moderate-sized digit. He then followed the "treasure trail" from his small traingle of curly black pubic hair to his hairy muscular chest and hard nipples.
Jeff massaged the salt and pepper hair on Bill's scalp, pressing his fellator's head into his crotch occasionally.
"Come here, buddy," Jeff commanded pulling theolder man up by his armpits.
"How's this doing?" he asked, groping at Bill's crotch ineffectually. "Take `em off."
Bill happily complied while Jeff staggered and tried to hold the older man by the waist and lick at his six-inch dick.
"Shirt, too!" Jeff instructed while staggering back to enjoy the view.
Still grinning, Bill managed to pull off his coat, sweater and shirt all at once. Now naked except for a pair of wet white socks, Bill reached for his logger lover.
"Up against the wall and spread," Jeff joked with a shout and a stifled chuckle.
His strong arms and stubby fingers forced a willing Bill to comply. Then he stepped forward with bent legs and slipped his knees inside those of the taller man. Flicking his own knees outward sent Bill's feet sliding on the wet floor and lowered his puckering asshole within range of Jeff's raging cock. At the same time, Jeff's left hand slipped under Bill's left arm and clamped onto the bottom's neck.
"KY? Condoms?" Bill asked as he felt Jeff's steely weapon jabbing at his butt. Then he gasped as Jeff pulled him down further with the half nelson.
"We don't need that," Jeff growled. His right hand lined up his hungry rod on Bill's hot asscrack and wedged it into the bunghole.
"Arghhhh," Bill grunted as Jeff assumed the full nelson.
"How's that?" the top asked as he slamed his cock all the way in. Before the grimacing recipient of his onslaught could answer, Jeff started pounding away with abandon, forcing Bill's face uncomfortably into the wall.
"Like that?"
It was eight rapid-fire strokes later before Bill could honestly answer. As his head continued to slam against the wall and and the ache in his hips grew from the forced position he gritted teeth and managed to say, "Yeah, I like it."
"I don't," Jeff snarled. "Let's get you on the coffee table so I can fuck you like a dog."
Bill winced when the thick flat cock flipped out of his butt, partly from pain and partly from the sudden empty feeling in the wake of the huge tool's removal. Limply he stumbled over to the coffee table and tried to crawl onto it. Jeff changed his mind and told him to lay on his back. Then hoisted both his lover's long legs on to his shoulders and drove his dirty dick up Bill's ass again.
"Yeah, yeah." Bill moaned then his cupped hands on Jeff's firm ass.
That was the logger's signal to dig his hairy toes deeper into the rag rug so he could penetrate Bill even deeper.
The beer was beginning to take a more serious effect. Red and puffing, Jeff kept slamming their cojoined bodies into the table as the drool and sweat rolled off his face.
"Yeah. Yeah. There, there!" he yelled as he let a hot load go up Bill's guts.
He's eyes remained glassy as he huffed and puffed above his lover. For a moment it looked like he'd kiss Bill in appreciation. Then he struggled up. "Thanks." he mumbled waving his long cock at Bill, letting the remaining pre-cum and jism fly off in sticky little lines. "Take care of yourself." Then he collapsed face first onto the couch next to Bill.
Bill was taking care of himself. His right hand stroked his now solid six incher as he admired his hulking, hunky rapist's prone form. A good fucking and Jeff's rock hard belly rubbing against the bottom's cock and balls had done the trick. Bill's ass was already a little sore, but he was still horned up. Suddenly he heard a sound like a small wave crashing on the shore. The "whoosh" of sand being driven up the beach. And finally the tickling and clicking of small shells co-mingling with the debris at the high line mark. Jeff was snoring, dead to the world.
Bill sat up on the coffee table, his knees wide spread. Jeff was laying ass up on the couch, his right leg a little bent which lifted his ass. Bill could see sawdust in the crack of his furry butt.
"Take care of yourself," he repeated, his grin less than even, more than lacivious.
He picked up the vaseline jar from where Jeff had tossed it on the floor. With a twist he sent the top flying then flipped it over and plopped it onto his cock. He fucked it a few times, straddled Jeff with his left knee on the couch, pressed his cock head between the muscular asscheeks and firmly against the logger's butt hole.
"A virgin no more," Bill thought, recalling his buddy's firm resolve never to have his macho sanctuary invaded. Bill's slick, precum-dribbing prick slid past the tight sphincter with little trouble. The velvety insides enveloped the head of Bill's dick in the warmest sensation its owner could ever remember. "Ooooooooh, God," he moaned, feeling rare erotic shivers course upward from his crotch to his armpits.
Long slow strokes merged into bolder, quickening stabs and still the sleeping top remained still, his snoring a counterpoint to Bill's ardent panting. Bill shifted slightly to get a better grip with his feet, pushing his cock fully into Jeff's tight asshole, his pubic hair tangling wetly with furry asscheeks. He could feel his balls tighten as he rapidly slid his cock in full strokes into the fleshy pleasure-channel.
"Oh, oh, yeah, oh, I'm cumming," he grunted aloud. Pushing fully forward he felt his cock begin to twitch in orgasm. Just as the first spasm coursed through him, his victim stirred.
"Huh, uh...wha' the fuck?" Jeff snorted as he arose from his beer-induced near-coma.
Bill's second cumshot spurted just as the man beneath him pushed upward. Bill jumped backward, his still-shooting pecker depositing a glob right in the middle of Jeff's back. The two men stood staring at each other, Jeff's face a mask of puzzlement and anger, Bill's asweat with the final tingling of the best cum he'd had in at least ten years.
"Damn you, what the hell do you think..." Jeff's voice trailed off as he raised his fists. His sky blue eyes hazed over with anger.
"Hey, man," Bill said, raising his hands defensively. "I just couldn't resist. You have the cutest ass."
Jeff dropped his fists, running his right hand back to inspect the dripping mess between his recently invaded asscheeks. Suddenly, he laughed. He laughed loud. Reaching slowly with his gooey fingers between Bill's legs, he gently gripped the softening cock.
"I guess that little thing didn't hurt me much," he blurted between guffaws. Pulling Bill into an awkward bearhug, the big logger said, "Let's go get cleaned up."
They showered together, Bill taking extra care to swab clean his buddy's almost-virginal asshole.
The End