Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2010 16:02:32 -0700
From: Richard Barber <eyemrich1@msn.com>
Subject: Mountain Men

Mountain Men-Part 01
By Richard Barber

In the early years of the 20th Century our country was in the mist of a
depression. Many people tried to live in the wilds of our untamed
country. My family minstrelsy disappeared in the wooded area of the Rocky
Mountains or I wandered off from their camp and was never found.

I was about three years old when Luke discovered me naked and wandering
alone by the lake. Luke took me to the Anderson cabin, cleaned me up, fed
me, and treated me like a lost puppy.  He reported me to the authorities
but no one put out a claim for me so he resolved to keep me as one of his
own sons.  We assumed my parents were camping, got lost or drown looking
for me, and never returned to civilization.

I don't know my exact age or where I came from, but I have been living with
the Anderson family for 14 years. I think I am now about 18 years old. My
brothers would tease me saying that I was raised by wolves, got too ugly so
they kicked me out of the den. Whatever the situation, I was raised by the
three Anderson men.

Adam is the oldest brother, 22, and a lumberjack at the Woods Lumber Camp,
and Andy, 20, is a guard at a nearby prison camp for the Rocky Mountain
Fire Control Training Camp. My brother's share an old pick up truck that
one of the Prison guards gave to Andy for transportation.

During the earlier years of my youth, we occupied an old log cabin in the
Rocky Mountains on the `Wood's Lumber Mills' property located about two
miles to the nearest blacktop road.  My step dad, Luke Anderson, had made
arrangements with the lumber mill owner, Mr. Woods, to receive free rent
and electricity in exchange to be a fire watchman. He monitors the area to
make sure there was not any unattended fires left my hunters or campers.
Our only means of communications to the outside world was a Ham Radio for
contacting the Ranger Station and the Mill in case of fires or an
emergency.

Our cabin consists of three rooms.  The main room was a combination of
living space, kitchen, and dining area. Our only heat for the cabin is a
fireplace and our cook stove.  There are two other rooms used as a bedroom
for stepfather Luke, and another bedroom for the two boys.  I had to sleep
in the bed with my stepfather, on cold winter nights, and the two brothers
always slept together in the other bedroom.

During the time I was about three years old, until I was fourteen, my dad
and I would curl up together to keep warm on cold winter nights, but as I
became more mature and more developed, I noticed my dad began getting
aroused lying next to me.  He was a rugged, well-built, and handsome
mountain man and drank on occasions.  During the few times he was feeling
the liquor, he became more aggressive to me sexually.

 I never resisted his moves, because I loved him and found I was turned on
to him sexually. He would put his arms around me, hold me tight next to his
body, place his hard penis between my legs, and move back and forth until
he would ejaculate.  Meanwhile he was jacking on my cock.  I had my first
dry orgasm during one night's session, and it was great.

We didn't repeat this for a several weeks until he had a few drinks again.
By this time I started experimenting and would masturbate by myself.  One
night dad curled up against my body, placed his hard penis between my butt
cheeks, and started the fucking movements again.  He started jacking me of
at the same time, but this time instead of a dry orgasm, I released my
first wet orgasm.

 He seemed surprised, but trapped most of my cum in his big callused hand,
put it to his mouth and licked his fingers clean. He squeezed me tightly,
laughed softly, kissed the back of my neck, and said.

 "My boy is now a man. I'm proud of you Steve. Next time I'll show you more
fun things to do."

My life wasn't always this much fun or exciting.  I had many chores to do
around the place.  I was well developed for my age. I started chopping wood
for the fireplace along with Adam and Andy.  I had to draw water from the
well each day, until some men from the mill arrived with a windmill that
had been retrieved from an abandon farm dry well.  It took them several
days to assemble it, but once they got it working, it was great.  The next
week, they brought a large wooden tank and elevated it by the well.  When
the windmill would move, it would pump water from the well and into the
tank.  When the tank was full, a float would stop the flow of water and
pump the water into a trough by the shed.  They also created an area where
we could use some of the water to shower.  We were most pleased with this
new convenience.

Even though I was only fourteen when they put up the windmill, I was
already beginning to be sexually attracted to men.  The four men from the
mill were older than my brothers, handsome and very well built.  When they
worked on the windmill and tank, they'd removed their shirts, revealing
their hot sweaty muscular arms, rippling stomach and back muscles.  I
couldn't help from staring.  One of the men caught me looking at them,
winked, and gripped his crotch.  He walked over to get a drink of water
from the bucket next to me.

"Hey there kid. Where's a guy go to get some privacy to take a long piss?"
he said to me.

"Right back there behind the cabin."

"Do ya want to show me where? I don't want ta get lost and eaten by a
bear." He said and smiled.

"Yes Sir. Follow me."

 I led this man behind the cabin and down a short path into a small bushy
area next to the outhouse. He quickly loosened his belt, opened his fly and
eased his warn jeans down, and pulled out a large cock and balls before
taking a piss.  I started to walk away.

"Don't you have to take a piss too? Come on. Join me.  I'm sure you take a
piss with your old man or brothers all the time, don't you?  Aren't you
curious what a lumberjack's dick looks like? I bet you have a nice dick on
you too, don't you Steve? Come on. Show me your dick."

I was not shy but rather embarrassed at his suggestions.  I hadn't seen too
many men's dicks before, except my dad's and my two brothers. They were all
a good size.  I had nothing to be ashamed of either.  I was uncut and had a
nice soft hood of covering over my cock head that would move back when I
had a hard on.  My cock head was shaped like a tulip bulb, with a large
opening where I would take a piss, or cum.  I compared my dick with my
dad's and brothers and realized I was large for my age.

The lumberjack started to direct a thick golden stream onto the ground in
front of him.  I took out my cock, pulled back my foreskin, and tried to
piss, but my penis started to firm up.  It was always hard for me to piss
when I was hard, so I just held it between my fingers and waited.  I looked
at the lumberjack's dick and thought how nice it looked. It hung down about
seven inches soft and was even bigger around than dads.  I hoped my dick
would be that big someday.  He stopped pissing and shook off the last few
drops, but instead of putting it away; he started moving it back and forth,
just like my dad would do my dick when we were in bed together.  It was
captivating to watch a stranger playing with his cock. I began to stiffen.
He reached over, touched my dick, and manipulated the skin back over the
cock head.

"Oh yeah. I like a young stud with some nice foreskin. Mum huh. Nice dick
boy." Then with out any warning, he bent over, put his mouth over my hard
dick, pulled the skin down over the head, and nibbled on it.

 My dick immediately became rigid. He hastily engulfed my seven inches of
cock into his mouth.  This unusually warm and sensuous feeling excited me.
He repeated these movements several times, back and forth, until I felt
that unique tingling in my balls, just before I cum. I tried to pull away,
but he put his arm firmly around my waist and buttocks and started sucking
faster.  I realized then that he wanted me to cum in his mouth and swallow
my jism. It was most enjoyable to release my cum into his mouth.  It was my
first blow job, and it was awesome.

"Yum yum, boy.  You sure shoot a big delicious load!  Would you like to
taste mine?  I have a nice manly load of cum just for you.  Do you think
you can suck on me and swallow my cum like I did yours?  It's good, and
once you tasted a man's sperm, you will always want more. Come on boy.  Get
on your knees and give it a try." He instructed me

"I've never done this before." I told him.

"You mean you've never sucked on that stud daddy of yours, or your two hot
looking brothers? Aw come on!  All that stud juice just waiting for you day
after day, and you never once sucked a cock?"

"No sir!"

"Well your daddy and brothers will thank me later.  Get down on your knees,
son, and get your first taste of lumberjack nectar." He said as he pushed
me down on my knees in the dirt.

I didn't argue with him, but obediently dropped to my knees and gazed
directly into his big hard member.  It looked even bigger now that I was
directly looking at the piss slot.  I carefully touched his soft hairy
balls and ran my exploring fingers thru the mass of pubic hairs surrounding
his cock.  I placed my hand around the large shaft and pulled the skin back
and forth.  A small clear drop of cum was oozing from the large piss slot.
I stuck out my tongue to cautiously experience my first taste of man
juices.  It was almost tasteless, yet had a light hint of piss and body
sweat.  I liked it.  I squeezed down the cock shaft to acquire additional
juices, and ran my tongue around the cock head.  It was very exciting.  I
placed my mouth over the cock and moved down on it further, then back, and
further again.

"Boy. I think you're a born cocksucker.  If you keep doing that, I'll be
giving you all my juices.  Yes, Steve.  Keep it going, keep it going.  Oh
shit.  I'm going to cum. hold your mouth over it and let it squirt into
your mouth.  Oh fucken yeah.  I'm cumming boy. I'm cumming. Un
huh. Unnnnn." He sighed out in pleasure.

I tried to pull away but the lumberjack gripped the back of my head and
held me tight.  I had no other choice.  I swallowed and swallowed.  I could
feel the cum shooting into my mouth.  It tasted a bit tangy but the
excitement of this hunk shooting his nectars into my mouth was exciting.
It wasn't bad after all.  When the lumberjack stop shaking and moaning from
his orgasm, I ran my tongue around the soft penis and milked it for more
cum.

"You little cocksucker!  You liked that, didn't you? We'll be around for
the rest of the week setting up this water tower and windmill, so you'll
have a chance to taste the rest of the men.  Are you ready for more man
nectar?"

"Uh huh. Yes sir.  I'd liked it. Are the other men willing to give me their
nectar too?  I want to taste them all.  Yes sir.  I liked it."  I said.

The lumberjack, Matt, laughed and gave me a quick hug.  I went back to the
porch, and Matt went back to work.  One of the other workmen said something
to Matt then he looked over to me and nodded.  I smiled and realized Matt
told him of our fun behind the cabin.  Pete set down his tools, went to the
back of the cabin, and motioned for me to follow.  I waited for a short
time, and then I followed.

 Pete was younger than Matt, and a bit shorter.  He found a nice secluded
spot in some bushes, took down his jean, pulled on his balls, stretched his
cock, and began to take a piss.  I stood nearby and watched with lustful
interest.  His cock was not as big as Matt's but was long and hooded with a
nice length of foreskin. He didn't bother to pull the skin back, but let
his piss squirt thru the opening.  He stood for a brief time after he was
finished then motioned for me to come closer.

"You never seen a cock with this much skin on it, Steve?  You can play with
it if you want.  When it gets hard, my dick will come out to say `hello'.
Make it bigger for me and watch it grow."

I was curious.  I dropped to my knees and touched the lacy pink skin.  The
opening was soft, wrinkled, and still moist with Pete's piss. I caressed
his hairy egg shaped balls.  Pete pulled me forward into his crotch.

"Put your mouth over it, boy.  Taste my watering hose.  I need to piss some
more, and you're gonna drink from my hose." Pete said roughly as he held me
close to his loins.

I struggled to get away but the power of this man was too strong for me.  I
had tasted piss from Matt's penis earlier, but only a few remaining drops
after he had pissed.  Pete, was forcing me to put my mouth over his cock
and swallow some of his remain piss.  I hadn't expected this and wasn't too
happy about being forced. I tried to turn away, but Pete stuck his finger
in my mouth and pried it open.

"Put your mouth over my cock like I said, and you better not bite me or
I'll slap the shit out of you!  You hear me? Open your mouth, cocksucker.
You're gonna' like it after you get use to it. That's it boy.  Now relax
and swallow when I squirt some nice warm piss down your gullet. It's not
that bad, and if you do a nice job, I'll give you some sweet cum from my
nice cock." He continued.

I wasn't ready for this.  I had just began to enjoy sucking the cum from a
man's cock, but never dreamed of drinking piss.  I had no choice at the
moment, so I opened my mouth as Pete placed his cock deeper into the
opening of my unwilling mouth.  I tried to relax and place my thoughts
elsewhere. His dick was still soft so it went in easy.  I gagged but Pete
held my head tightly.

"Just relax boy.  Try to swallow my dick.  It'll be easier for you.

I stopped gagging and swallowed like he said.  I took a deep breath then I
felt a warm trickle of piss running down my throat.  It was over
quickly. Pete released my head and let me breath on my own. He pulled out
of my mouth and patted me on the head.

"Okay Steve.  You drank some of my piss.  That wasn't so bad now, was it?
Now get me harder, drain my nuts, and suck the cum from my dick.  Good
boy."

I was amazed at his uncut cock as it became firmer and larger.  I could
have never swallowed his hard cock when he pissed.  I still had a woody and
remained excited over having sex with this forceful man. I proceeded to
suck his cock and grip his balls. As he got harder, his cock head came out
of his hood.  I was anxious to taste his cum so I continued to pleasure him
until he gripped my head again and started humping my mouth.  A large
amount of cum started squirting from his large member and shot down my
throat.  I pulled away so I could taste the man juices.  Some of it shot on
my lips and chin.  There was so much cum that I couldn't swallow quickly
enough.  It ran from the corners of my mouth and dripped on my t-shirt.

"Aw yeah Steve.  That was great. Fuck.  I needed that. You did a good job
and I'll give you more of that cock tomorrow when we return.  You better
not tell anyone what we did here.  You understand?  You are a good learner
and next time, you'll know what to do. Huh boy? You only took a portion of
my piss this time; next time I'll give you more. What do you say to that
boy?"

"Okay! It wasn't what I was expecting but, I'll get to like it, I guess.
I'm still kind of new at all this, you know, but it was fun anyway. I gotta
get back before my Dad comes home." I said as I stood, brushed off my
jeans, ran my fingers thru my messed up hair and headed up the path to the
front of the cabin.