Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2006 10:22:36 -0400 From: Benjamin More <benjamin102010@gmail.com> Subject: A Walk to the Lake 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, if it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, please select another story to read. If you wish to share your own personal experience, by all means, please contact me. Benjamin Benjamin102010@gmail.com A Walk to the Lake Just an ever so brief background: Do you remember my lumbermen friends; the father and son who befriended me when I was about the age of 12? Why of course you do; and if not, read the story titled, Lumbermen (Incest section). Well it did not take long for them to share our secret with a very small and select group of men - loggers at a remote camp in the great northwest woods. It was a beautiful summer day, a Saturday, and I woke extremely early. After having my breakfast I asked my mom if I could go off to the lake at the junction for the day; it was a typical and routine request and she said sure, but take a sandwich and canteen of water and try and be home by 5:00pm. I quickly slipped into my dungarees and decided not to wear any underpants seeing as I'd be alone and could swim in the nude and I didn't want to be bothered with extra clothing. Gentlemen, you must keep in mind that during the fifties and early sixties, it was not unheard of for a youngster (12 or under mind you) to walk and/or hitchhike for miles - rural America, and in my case the northwest woods of Washington, was the safest place on earth. So off I went at about 8:00 am to spend the day at the lake and surrounding woods and brook. I hadn't gotten very far when a pickup truck passed me, I waved at the driver and he waved back as he kept on driving. As I rounded the bend in the road I noticed the pickup not too far ahead. Upon approaching the truck a man was coming out of the woods. I greeted him by saying Hi Mister, what are you doing? He told me that he just finishing peeing in the woods. I didn't say anything to him but he forgot to zip up his fly and it was fully open, didn't look like he was wearing any underpants. He asked me what I was up to and I told him I was off to spend the day at the junction to swim in the lake and perhaps explore the woods and play in the brook. Well he said, it's not far out of my way and I'd be glad to give you a ride if you want. He looked kind enough and I must admit I was interested in the fact that his fly was open so I said sure - by the way mister, my name is Michael. Pleased to meet you Michael, you can call me Wendell, hop up into the truck and we'll be off; though you'll need to get in on my side because I've got some stuff on the seat by the passenger door. As I was stepping up into the truck, he put his hands on my butt to give me some support and help. He was right; there was a bunch of stuff on the seat, so I was going to have to straddle the floor gear shift. Before Wendell got in, I unzipped my fly, took my seat, and thought to myself that this might prove to be interesting - it had been over a week since spending time with my Uncle and cousin or my lumbermen friends so I was naturally feeling a bit devilish. Before driving off Wendell asked if I was comfortable and apologized for the close confines. I told him it was no problem and was thankful for the lift. He went to work the gear shift and hit my leg - he apologized, I apologized, and then I opened my legs wider so that the shift was right between them; I looked up at him and smiled and said that maybe with my legs spread it'll give you more room. I pressed my leg against his leg and I felt him push back - definite sign I thought. As he pulled the shift back his elbow hit my crotch; I moved a little and he said he was sorry - I told him it was no problem and to do whatever he needed in order to shift the gears. As we were riding, he told me about himself, he was a logger and was staying at a nearby camp for the summer. Approaching a turn, a chipmunk scurried across the road, Wendell shifted down, resting his elbow on my crotch - and while turning I let my body lean into him and innocently let my hand land on his crotch; and seeing as his fly was wide open my hand and fingers made it to the inside. The pickup got back up to speed again and Wendell said I'd better keep bracing myself just in case something else ran across the road. Once we were fully underway, he let his hand slip off the gear shift shaft and rested it on my upper leg; I gently raised my hips and butt hoping that he would notice. It worked! He moved his hand further up my leg; he didn't notice me but I saw that he noticed that my fly was open. In knowing that, I spread my legs again and raised myself again and achieved what I had wanted, my little growing cock had escaped and was fully visible. He was becoming excited - I let my hand and fingers move around a little until I came in full contact with his cock - I took charge and wrapped my hand around his cock. I looked up at him and said that he was a real good driver and that I was enjoying the ride; and of course I gave him a sweet smile. He smiled back and also looked down at my crotch and fully exposed cock - he started to move his hand towards it, again I lifted my hips up and down until his hand reached the spot - I then stopped to see if he would go further - he did, his hand was right on my cock - oh how I wanted my cock head to escape from the confines of my foreskin. I gave Wendell's cock head a nice squeeze and while doing so, I looked up at him and smiled. I took my hand off his cock and placed my fingers in my mouth and sucked on them; I then returned my hand to his crotch. Wendell smiled at me and began to push back my foreskin - oh what a feeling, I moaned. Wendell's cock grew to a mammoth size, larger than I had ever seen or felt. My Uncle was good size and so were the lumbermen, but Wendell - I just couldn't believe a cock could get so big. I wanted him in my butt; knew it would hurt for awhile, but I didn't care - I wanted to be pleased by this man and I wanted to please him. Wendell pulled the pickup truck off the road onto a dirt road and continued to a turn-out, not visible from the road. We both got out of the truck and he took a blanket and put it down on the ground. I stood in front of him and he began to undress me. Not one to waste any time, I immediately pulled at his belt and watched as his pants dropped - oh my, no underwear and yes, his cock was absolutely large. I went for it and starting sucking it; bobbing my head up and down - Wendell moaned and started talking dirty to me. I looked up at him and pulled my mouth off his cock and told him to screw me, screw me now. He placed me on my back and lifted my legs; he knelt in front of me and proceeded to kiss and tongue my butt, getting it wetter and wetter. He then proceeded to move his cock towards my butt; I took a deep breath and told him to screw me, screw me hard and fast. The head approached but didn't go in; Wendell spit on my butt and rubbed the spit around and inside me - the head approached again and started ever so slowly to enter me - I pushed back real hard and he pushed real hard - success - Wendell's cock head was in me - now for the rest. Oh Wendell, put it all in me, push hard, and let me feel you in me! With one last driving push, he totally entered me - yes there was pain, but I knew that it would pass in due time; he gently pushed in and pulled out, in and out, in and out - in and then he stopped; I pushed back and the pain was then totally gone and I felt extreme pleasure. Wendell began plowing me like there was no tomorrow - harder and faster, harder and faster. Oh Michael, are you OK my sweet boy, I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you - I'm fine Wendell, I'm fine - just give it to me, give me everything you have; dump your man seeds in me. The screwing became harder and faster; with every thrust hitting my pleasure spot, faster and faster and then he began to moan and then began to cry out - Michael my sweet boy, you're gong to become mine - I'm coming now! Oh yes! I felt each full blast of man seed as it was being released within me - Wendell plowed me harder and harder - oh the feeling was awesome - his hard throbbing cock plowing me and mingling with his man seeds - all within my butt - oh what a feeling! As suddenly as it began it was over. Wendell pulled out of me and collapsed, he kissed me on the cheek. After resting for a few minutes, he said that he'd better take me to the lake and I agreed. When we arrived at the lake, I asked him if I'd see him again or if he wanted to see me; he said most definitely and that we'd be together again and again - he then told me that he knew my friends the lumbermen. Wow, another new man friend -- my little world was finally growing since learning the art of man-on- man sex with my Uncle and cousin, then with the lumbermen, and now Wendell - wonder what will come next.