Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2016 23:40:56 +0000
From: Charles holmes <desha1955@outlook.com>
Subject: The  Great  Depression - 8-     Adult Friend / Rural

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The Great Depression - 8 -

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     The following day was one of the rare ones during that time. The sky
was overcast with the threat of rare rain which dropped the temperature
enough that we actually rolled up the windows to keep warm. It had been hot
for so long that we actually enjoyed the minor pain from the cold. It
lasted the rest of the day and we could see the town we were heading to
halfway up the side of a mountain. Finding a nice running stream we pulled
over and got the last of our soap and splashed around in the cold water
until we were clean. Washing out our better looking clothes, my friend said
we should try to look as if we weren't as bad off as most of the people at
the time.

     Taking the time to let our clothes dry we had some of the vegetables
the farmer had given us. Finally ready we got back on the road and headed
toward the small town. Before we made it all the way we met another truck
that pulled up beside us and enquired what our plans were. After talking to
my friend for some time the man drove on and we headed on into town. My
friend told me the man had given him the name of a man to talk to about a
job hauling supplies for both the mines and a logging company. We had to
pass through the town on our way to the small building the man told us
about. There was more life to this town there was a store and a couple of
boarding buildings that appeared to be still in use. We actually saw a few
men loading up a couple of trucks while others were unloading one.

     We found the building and parked just outside. While we were heading
to the building I noticed an open area building that had several tables and
benches located in it. My friend said it looked like a type of mess
hall. Knocking on the door we entered when someone said for us to come
in. Inside we saw a man looking through a lot of papers and writing notes
rapidly. Looking up he stopped when he didn't recognize us and asked what
he could do for us. My friend said he had heard that there was work for
trucks for hauling goods to the mines and lumber companies. He asked if we
had a truck and when my friend told him he did he asked questions about it
and then went out to inspect the truck. After looking over the bed and then
underneath the man said it appeared to be in good shape and said the job
was my friends if he wanted it and told him what the job paid.

     The man asked if there was anything else we needed to know. He wanted
to know if there was a place he could store the things on the truck while
he hauled goods and just how long the trips were. The man explained that
the trucks would load goods for the mines and lumber camps in town then
proceed from one to the other until they had delivered them to each and
sometimes there would be items to bring back and even men who were hurt or
just decided they had enough. The round trip usually took a day and a half
if the drivers drove at night but most took just over two days because most
only traveled during the daytime. He then suggested it was much safer on
the mountain during the day. Finally he said we should check at the store
for a place to store our things and wanted to know if I was looking for
work because he didn't have any jobs that I might do.

     We thanked the man and my friend said he would be there early in the
morning for his instructions. We went back to he store. The storeowner
looked up from the counter and asked if he could help us. While my friend
talked to him about a place to stay and where we could store our goods
while using the truck for work. The man told us to follow him as he went
out a side door. There was a couple of quickly constructed buildings not
more than ten feet square with a door and one window. The man said the cost
was only a quarter a week and there was one cot in the building. Looking at
our truck he said there was room for a couple of chairs and he believed the
rest of our stuff could be stacked on one side of the room or we could
stack the rest behind it.

     We took the building and within an hour we had the truck emptied and
decided to try out what we found was a soup kitchen. The place was run by a
chubby middle aged man who had a large belly that was barely covered by the
stained apron he wore. For a penny a piece we got a big bowl of soup some
bread and a glass of water. The soup was good and filled us up. The owner
seemed talkative as he asked where we were from what we were doing in town
and anything else he figured would keep the conversation going. He went on
to tell us that during the day he did very little or no business but around
four in the morning and then again nine in the afternoon the place would be
packed. Looking at my friend he said he would probably be seeing him on the
days he was here. My friend asked if the man had anyone working for him
during the rush hours and glanced at me. He said he didn't plus couldn't
pay much and make enough to keep the place going.

     My friend said that maybe we could work out a deal that wouldn't cost
much at all. So after some bickering it was decided that I would work for
the man serving, cleaning the tables, and washing for mine and my friends
meals during the rush hour times. The man agreed it wouldn't cost him much
since some days he ended up throwing out some soup. We thanked the man and
went back to our little room and made it as comfortable as possible. The
room had the one window but with no other circulation it was hotter inside
than out. My friend opened the window and propped the door open so the heat
within could at least drift out. With some free time we decided to walk
around the town and check things out.

     Besides the general store there was the little buildings where we
rented one, the office building and little auto shop where repairs were
made on the trucks, a makeshift barber shop and bathhouse. The bathhouse
consist of one big room with several large wooden barrels that were filled
with water that only cost a cent to use, and extra cent if you wanted hot
water. We checked the place out and figured we might have to use the place
if we couldn't find a more open free stream to use. There were a couple
more shacks but no way of telling what or who they were for and then we
were back to our little shed. The air though not really cooler had lost the
stuffy smell. We checked out the cot and found it was too small for the two
of us to sleep on so we spread the mattress and some blankets on the floor
after standing the cot up on end thus giving us both plenty of sleeping
room.

     Taking a couple chairs we set then off to the side of the shed in the
shade and set outside as the hot sun began to go down. Just before dark we
watched a couple trucks pull in next to the main office and storage
building. A few men came out and took some items from them and had them
back up to the building where they started loading some supplies. A couple
other trucks pulled in with a bunch of men who worked for the lumber
companies. They were all dirty and sweaty and most headed straight to the
bath area while others went to the soup kitchen. We figured it was a good
time to go eat before the place got really busy. Once we had eaten the man
asked if I was there to work or was I starting tomorrow. I told him I could
start then and find out where everything was. For the next hour I stayed
really busy, collecting bowls, utensils, wiping off tables and getting more
bowls for the cook and owner. Once the first crowd left the ones who had
taken baths started coming in for their meals. It went smoother with then
and soon the cook had me at a large tub washing dishes while he served the
men.

     While replacing the bowls on the makeshift shelves I heard little
comments about who was the new worker and was she free after work. The
owner told them to keep their comments to themselves or they would run his
only help away which meant he just might forget how to properly make the
soup they were eating. The men laughed but when I made eye contact with
some of them I could see the lust in their eyes. One man old enough to be
my grandfather was sitting close to the shelves and every time I looked at
him he would smile and wink at me. His bench was really close to the
shelves and once I had filled the far end of the shelve I only had the end
close to him. Stepping around him I had to rub against him which he didn't
seem to mind.

     After the third or fourth trip pass him seemed a bit more friendly and
when I lifted my arms to place the bowls on the shelf my crotch was exposed
and he must have noticed my condition. Without being obvious to everyone
else he eased one arm over and rubbed my hard cock which was hidden from
everyone¡¯s sight. I froze in place hoping no one could see what was
going on and the man gave a little moan as he squeezed my cock. Letting out
a little giggle he released his grip and let me lower the tray in front of
me. I squeezed out past him without looking at the man's face because I
didn't want to get anymore red that I already was. Back at the washing I
glanced back at the old man and noticed he was still sitting there grinning
at me.

     Taking the last bowls toward the shelf I braced myself for what I
figured was another groping and was a little disappointed when nothing
happened. Placing the bowls away I heard the man cough and when I looked
his way I almost dropped a bowl. He was sitting a little sideways with his
jacket hanging over the edge of the table. He had his fly open and his hand
was wrapped around a big thick cock. Smiling at me he stroked his cock a
few times before slipping it back in his pants and zipping up. This time
when I passed him he reached out and rubbed my ass which sent chills
through my body and my cock jerked a couple times. Trying to take my mind
off my present condition I got busy cleaning off some tables and when I
looked back the man was gone.

     The work wasn't hard but did take a lot more time to do than I or my
friend had figured it would. By the time the place had cleared out it was
dark and only I and the cook was there. He handed me some leftover bread
and said I did a really good job and I should go get some sleep because
four in the morning would come really early. Taking the bread I headed to
our little shed and before I got there the old man stepped out and asked if
I was lost. I explained to him where I was staying and my Uncle was waiting
on me. He asked if I might want to visit him a little bit and maybe we
could satisfy that itch in my pants. I was about to tell him no but my
other head took over and I followed him into his shed.

     Inside he wasted no time as he grabbed my crotch and pressed himself
against my ass. I could feel his cock getting hard as he fumbled to get my
pants open. Stroking my hard cock he managed to push my pants to the
floor. I was close to cumming and guess he knew it. Releasing his grip on
my cock he dropped his pants and let his big fat cock sprang loose. Turning
around I took it in my hand and bent over to take it in my mouth. He gasped
and began forcing his cock into my throat. When he saw he wasn't choking me
or making me gag he began to pump faster. Holding my head in place he had
already gone past the point of no return as he filled my mouth and throat
with his huge load. Managing to swallow it all down I licked his cock clean
as it deflated.

     Letting out a long sigh he said we needed to do something for me and
sat down in a chair. Pulling me closer he sucked my cock into his mouth and
within seconds I was feeding him my load. Finished he pulled my pants up
and said he really enjoyed it and hoped to find more time to play with
me. Looking out his shed he said it was clear and let me out the door. I
walked the twenty yards to our shed and stepped inside. My friend was
already asleep on the floor so I pulled my clothes off and joined him. He
moaned when I cuddled up against him but didn't wake up. He woke me up real
early and said he had to get the truck to the loading area and get his
instructions and that I needed to get ready to go help out at the
kitchen. Washing my face to wake me up I dressed quickly and left after
him.

     The breakfast rush was even more hectic but the men didn't seem to
stay near as long as they grabbed a bowl of oatmeal and finished it off
quickly while eating some bread on the way out. I was expecting to see the
old man but didn't see him anywhere.  I had cleaned off the last table and
was putting the dishes in the wash basin when the old man walked through
the door. All the other men along with my friend had loaded up some of the
trucks while other trucks had already pulled out. The old man got himself a
bowl of oatmeal and some bread before sitting at the table close to the
wash basin. He took his time eating while I washed the dishes before he
finally said anything to me. The owner was over by the stove and little
storage area so couldn't hear us. The old man asked me if I had enjoyed
myself and had I done more than we had shared.

     Telling him I enjoyed it and have enjoyed other men before. He smiled
and asked if I could tell him just what I had done with these other men. I
took a deep breath then told him how I had let the men stick there dicks up
my ass. I noticed he couldn't keep his hand from going to his crotch and
then wanted to know if the men had forced me or I wanted them to fuck
me. He was somewhat surprised when I told him I wanted it and even liked it
when they were rough as if they were forcing me to do it. Seeing how
excited he had gotten not to mention my hard cock was wanting some
attention itself, I told him about my little job I had at the last place we
stayed. He gasped and called the cook over and told him he had to hear this
and had me wait until he got there.

     Having there attention I made sure I didn't leave out any details of
the party the men had with me on the last day of work and then topped that
off by telling about the chubby boy and the sheriff. Both men didn't try to
hide there tented pants. The cook asked if I would be willing to give him
and the other man some of the pleasure I had given the other men. Smiling
and turning so they could see the condition of my pants I told them they
could play as much as they wanted. The old man looked around and asked if
we needed to go somewhere else or should we just start right now.

     Looking about the little camp area I saw no signs of anyone else so I
walked over and bent forward while opening the old man's pants. His cock
was hard and leaking pre cum as I pushed his foreskin back and sucked the
head into my mouth. I heard him moan as he spread his legs apart and forced
his hips up toward me. The cook didn't waist time as he moved behind me and
quickly had my pants down. I felt his fingers searching out my asshole and
pushed one in. I grunted since there was some pain due to there being
nothing to make his finger slick. He pulled away and I heard him moving
back to the stove area. When he returned I felt something really oily being
applied to my asshole. This time his finger slid right in and was joined by
a second and third before he moved in for what he really wanted.

     I didn't see his cock but as it stretched my asshole I knew he wasn't
a small man in the cock department. When he lifted his big stomach onto my
back it only added to my excitement. He must have been really turned on by
me telling them that I liked it when the men were rough with me. He was
pounding into me hard and fast and I knew from experience that he wasn't
going to last much longer. He was fucking me so hard that I couldn't keep
myself from being forced into the old man's crotch and getting most of his
cock into my throat. He grabbed my head and tried to fuck up into it just
as the cook let out a few cuss words as his throbbing cock filled my
asshole. Holding himself in place while his cock deflated I could feel his
body heaving against my ass.

     My asshole was wanting more so I pulled off the old man's cock and
spun around. Grabbing the cook's cock I sucked the cum soaked foreskin into
my mouth to the cook's surprise. The old man pressed his thick cock against
my cum leaking asshole and began pushing. The head was almost in before my
asshole held it out. Not wanting the man to give up I pushed back against
his cock and forced the mushroom head past my sphincter. The man gasped
then took over as he eased the rest of his cock into me. Moving back and
forth several times he moaned then began thrusting in and out of me. I
moaned with the soft cock in my mouth as the old man reached around and was
stroking my cock while pumping rapidly into me. Seconds later I shot my
load which really excited the old man as he began pumping faster and
faster. With the second volley of his hot sperm my own body began jerking
as I had another orgasm.

     The cook's cock was beginning to swell again as I hungrily sucked on
it and forced it as far down my throat as I could. Sliding back and forth I
was giving the cook so much pleasure he was moving uncontrollably beneath
me. Letting out a deep grunt he grabbed my head and slammed me down on his
cock as it erupted into my throat. Holding me tight it was almost
impossible to swallow but I managed to get most of his hot load before he
released his grip. Taking my time I licked and sucked all the cum from his
cock and even that that had run down on his balls. The old man was spent
and cleaned himself before placing his cock back in his pants. He said he
wished he could spend all day with me but had to get a load of things up to
the coal mines, but would be sure and find me when he got back. As he left
the cook helped me wipe my ass before pulling my pants back up. While he
helped me get dressed he asked me about my Uncle and if he knew about what
I did with men.

     I told him the entire story of how I got with my friend and that he
wasn't my Uncle but it was just easier to say he was. He asked me if he
also enjoyed playing with me like he and the old man had just done. I
assured him he did and didn't mind if I played with other men as long as he
knew about it. The cook said that was good and should he tell my Uncle or
would I. I told him I would tell him and was sure it would really get him
horny which meant he would fuck and suck me for as long as he could. The
cook said he understood that and patted my ass as he told me to finish the
washing while he finished up his job and maybe later we could have some
more fun.