Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2006 13:13:52 -0400 From: Benjamin More <benjamin102010@gmail.com> Subject: Malcolm the Lumberman DISCLAIMER: The subject matter covered within involves sex between an underage male and an adult male. If this type of story line offends you or you are under the age of consent, please do not read it - kindly move on to another story. Additionally, it is illegal to read this type of material where you reside, please select another story to read. I'd also be remiss not to mention the subject of safe sex. My stories, seeing as they are based to some extent on fact and that they took place from the fifties through to the seventies, don't include the use of condoms - they were not widely popular or used at that time. However, today is another story and another time; be smart and do the right thing, use a condom. If you wish to share your own personal experiences, by all means, please contact me. Benjamin Benjamin102010@gmail.com Malcolm the lumberman The summer of my twelfth year was a time, which brought forth a great many sexually awakening experiences with males of many ages. Following my first experience with my Uncle Gerald and Cousin Gary, the next two years were primarily spent experiencing the wonders of the flesh and man/man and man/boy sex with the two of them. Then, as I've previously written, I became close with the lumbermen; father and son. Each had unique qualities and they were quite adept in bringing me forth and teaching the ways. Thus, in essence, I had two sets of teachers; my Uncle and cousin and the lumberman (Rusty the father and Malcolm the son). It was a typical summer Saturday, early breakfast and then out of the house to play and explore - like any 12 year old, just out to have fun; however, with me, I also wanted sex! I had decided to go to the lake and spend some time swimming, which I did and then decided to go and visit Rusty and Malcolm. It had been a couple of weeks since the three of us had sex and I was ready for more. I walked back to their cabin and upon arrival I noticed that their truck wasn't in the yard. I almost decided to go on, thinking that I could check to see if Wendell was home, but then I heard a noise in the backyard so I decided to check it out. Malcolm was hanging clothes on the line. Malcolm, it's me Michael - what-ah-yah up to? Just finished the laundry Michael, let's go in the house and get some cold water. Once inside Malcolm got us each a glass of cold spring water and we sat down on the couch. He told me that his dad had driven into the city to pick up supplies, which he couldn't get in town and wouldn't be back until late afternoon to early evening. Hmm, I thought how interesting. I'd never had sex with just one of them; it was always with the two of them. Even on the rare occasions I was with either one, nothing ever transpired. Time, I thought, to take charge and see what happens. While sitting on the couch, I began to tell Malcolm about the trip Wendell and I had made to the city. In telling him about the encounters and in turn answering his very inquisitive and explicit questions, I could see that his cock was getting hard. He wanted to know all the details about everyone; I fully opened up, but didn't say anything about that one special person, that being Mark - don't know why, but I felt Mark was too special to tell anyone about; as far as I was concerned, only Wendell would ever know. During the conversation I reached over and started to rub Malcolm's crotch, he let his head go back and moaned a little. I unzipped my pants and then began to unzip his. He stopped me and said that we shouldn't - his father might not be too happy with us doing something without him. Oops, that did it for me - another conquest on the horizon. To promote and enhance the excitement he was already showing, I asked him what he would have done with the guys from the club; he opened up to me and told me all the things he'd wanted to do with someone other than his father. He kept on talking and my hands kept exploring within his pants and took charge of his hard cock - squeezing it ever so gently and then harder. I looked Malcolm in the eyes; I got up, quickly pulled my pants down and off and then knelt down on the floor and began to pull his pants off. Oh how I wanted to screw him! To put him somewhat at ease and more in the mood, I quickly went down on him; sucking his entire shaft and then sucking on his balls - he was now mine! I got my tongue in under his skin and began licking his cock head - he was going wild. With my lips I began pushing back his foreskin, a glorious cock head and shaft was revealed - bobbing up and down, tonguing his piss slit, and sucking his cock head I thought nothing more at that time than to have his man seeds explode into my mouth and down my throat. Malcolm's moans became louder and more intense and before long, I felt the explosion, tasted his man seeds, and eagerly swallowed all he had given to me. He fell back and I rose to give him a kiss, which was accepted by him without any hesitation. Now was my time to take advantage of the moment; a payback so to speak for taking his seeds. Malcolm, I really liked sucking down your man seeds, please do something for me; I know I'm not as big as your dad, but I want to screw you. I wasn't totally successful the first time with you, but I know this time will be different. He looked at me - what was it you asked? I explained that I had finally screwed someone, enjoyed it, and wanted to screw him. Though I knew my cock was not fully grown, I wanted to be in him, to please him, and to deposit my seeds within him. He looked at me, with a look of amazement and excitement. Yes Michael, yes and he then told me that aside from the one time I had attempted to screw him only his dad had ever taken him. Whenever they'd been with other men or boys, his dad would never let anyone penetrate him; though he was allowed to screw anyone they were with. For some unknown reason, Rusty didn't seem keen on anyone, other than himself, screwing Malcolm. Aah, I thought again; yes, yes, another conquest. We went over to the bed, Malcolm got the Vaseline and put some on my cock and rubbed some into his butt crack. With him on his knees and his butt raised, I approached his crack and ever so gently started to insert my cock in his crack - no problem; it went in with total ease. And no wonder after all the times he'd been screwed by his dad, he was fully stretched. It felt so good; slowly moving back and forth, back and forth; the feeling of his butt juices surrounding my cock was great. I began to think back to my time with Mark. I was out to please my current man; I'd see to it that Malcolm thoroughly enjoyed my youth cock; making up for lack of size, I'd pleasure him through my movements; kissing his back and pinching his nipples along with sweet and dirty sex talk. Oh Michael, where did you learn such moves and talk; keep it up my little man, make Malcolm happy, fill me with your developing boy seeds - take what my dad takes. I began to speed up; in and out - Yes Michael, hard, pound me hard, as hard as you can. Faster and faster, in and out - Oh Malcolm, oh, oh, I'm coming Malcolm! I let it go and I could tell I was going to have another fairly good boy orgasm - oh I could feel it release from my cock and feel it in Malcolm - I slowed down but kept going in and out, feeling my cock become engulfed in my seeds and the juices of Malcolm's innards - oh the feeling was awesome. Michael, you can't tell, please don't tell dad what we did. The time before, he was Ok with it, I think because you didn't achieve an orgasm - this time was totally different; I felt you in me, I felt your boy seeds. Let this be our secret and we'll get together more often. See gentlemen what a pistol I was or am! If you're 52 or older and were in the great north woods of Washington, just south of Olympic National Park, during the fifties to very early sixties - perhaps we met up at some point in time - the lake at the junction, the logging camp, the club/hotel in the city or any number of places - just think back - did we meet?