Date: Tue, 29 Mar 2005 13:43:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Loggin camp  3

Logging Camp

Part 3

By Bald Hairy Man    e-mail  bldhrymn@aol.com or bldhrymn@yahoo.com

This is an adult story intended for adults. It is a fantasy, so I again
remind you that I have done away with the requirements of safe sex, and
have included no gestures toward common sense either.  These are all new
stories.  Please e-mail me if you have any suggestions or comments.

Wiley was a hit at the camp.  My men had all been down and out at various
times in their lives and they recognized a mistreated puppy when they saw
one.  He was almost six feet tall and150 pounds, but he almost looked
delicate.  He was unfamiliar with heavy labor and the men were good to him.
I think they were afraid he might break.

After a week of work in the forest, Wiley was getting the hang of it.  He
was a fast learner and not afraid of hard work.  Exposure to the sun and
regular meals helped too.  He began to look like a human being.  I was
surprised to see how well he got along with the older men.  Wiley was never
able to please his father and I guess he craved approval of adults.

Wiley was good looking, with deep blue eyes and straight black hair.  While
he wasn't particularly strong, he wanted to do well and that made points
for him.

It was hard to believe Thumper Thornton had treated the boy so badly.
Wiley wanted to please and do well.  I would guess for 99% of the fathers
in the world, Wiley would have been the son of their dreams.  I always
thought Thumper was crazy as a loon, but as I got to know his son, I came
to realize Thumper was dangerous and destructive.  My father had strong
points as well as weaknesses, but he didn't expect perfection.  He was
happy when I did well.

For Wiley's father well wasn't good enough.  Good and excellent weren't
good enough either, only perfection counted.  Thumper's world was black and
white.  There was no color.  At the logging camp, there were many shades of
grey.  When you made a mistake, we expected you to correct it, or do it
better the next time.  You weren't consigned to hell forever and ever.

The Judge called me a week after I got Wiley to ask me how he was doing.
"He's doing great as far as I can tell now," I said.  "He seems to fit in
just fine."

"No problems with the other men?" the judge asked. "They're a bit rough
around the edges."

"No problem at all," I replied.  "They like him.  Wiley seems to be a
confirmed cock sucker.  That's one way to make friends."

"I hope he moved beyond that," the Judge said.

"On to anal?"

"Shit no.  I mean making real friends, not just tricks,"

"I'll know soon, but I don't think he's going to have a problem," I said.
"I had a cold last week, so I've been keeping away from the men.  I'm
feeling better now.  I'll know more shortly."

Rain fell from midnight until dawn the next day.  A truck got stuck in a
muddy trail and the crew had to spend most of the day getting it out.  They
dug it out and got it moving again, but mud caked the men.  It was so bad I
carried them back to the camp in the bed of my truck.  I wouldn't let them
sit inside the cab.

Fortunately the sun came out after the rain and the day became hot.  I
hosed them off in the garden.  They stripped and I hosed off their clothes
before they went into the shower.  By the time I was done, I was as mud
splattered as them, so I joined them.

This was my first time in the shower with Wiley and I had a chance to get a
good look at him.  Being naked didn't make Wiley less attractive.  He
wasn't muscular, but he was in good shape.  His skin was pale but heathy.
There was a patch of hair in the middle of his chest and surrounding his
nipples.  A treasure trail connected his chest hair to the thick pubic
bush.

With a cut cock, his mushroom was flared and pink.  Wiley had pitch black
hair and three days' growth of beard.  With his pale skin he was a study in
black and white.  Only his pink tits, his pink, strawberry sized cock head
and blue eyes had any color.

Wiley was between Dusty and me in the shower.  He dropped the soap and bent
over to get it.  His ass hole was pink too.

"Damn it Wiley, you should know never to drop the soap when you're
surrounded by naked men," Dusty said, pretending to be offended.  "It's way
too inspirational."

I realized Wiley fit in well with the older men when he relied, "It seems
to me you get inspired at the drop of a hat anyway."  He stood up with the
soap."It's time to wash your back," Wiley said, as he began to lather up
Dusty.

"Hey, I'm next," Skeeter cried.

"Form a line to my left," Dusty said. "You all need to wait your turn."

"You seem to have made some friends here, Wiley," I said. He turned to face
me.  His cock was at half mast.

"Everyone here seems really friendly," he said.

"Dinner's almost ready. Don't get too friendly," I said. "Don't get carried
away with the appetizer. Save something for desert."

Wiley smiled. "I wouldn't mind waiting for desert," he replied.

I finished showering and went to my quarters.  Sebastian cooked a good
dinner of pot roast.  His pot roasts were both meaty and filled with
vegetables and potatoes.  With the heavy labor of logging, the men needed
substantial food.  The men liked Sebastian's cooking and were all in a good
mood. The men went off to wash the dishes, leaving me alone with Wiley.

"I was looking forward to desert," Wiley said.

"You don't mind if desert is served from an old cock?"  I asked.

"Shit no," he replied. "It's all thick and creamy."

"I like to suck too," I said.

"You don't need to do that," Wiley said.

"I know I don't need to.  I like it," I said. "You could say I'm full
service.  I suck. I like to be sucked. I like to bottom and I love to top."

"Most of that stuff, I've never done," Wiley said with a lowered
voice. "It's different.  Is that bad?  I don't know if I could take a guy's
cock in my ass. Do I have to do it?"

I smiled. "Wiley, the only thing you need to do here is to chop down
trees," I said. "This is a logging camp.  Everything in addition is pure
gravy. You know that, don't you?" Wiley nodded. "Everyone has his own likes
and dislikes," I said. "Some men are cum hounds, but it's good to share
your own cock caviar too. Wiley, you aren't the only cock hound in the
camp."

"I'm not?"

"As far as I can tell, everyone is full service," I said. "If you feel like
fucking or getting fucked, they're all willing."

"Even Dusty?" Wiley asked.  When he said this, he looked embarrassed.
Wiley held his cards close to his chest.  He told me a lot more than he
intended.

"You like the White Snake?" I asked.

Wiley was quiet for a few seconds. "I guess you could say I do." he
admitted. "Is he as nice a guy as he seems?"

I nodded.  The rest of the men returned from the kitchen.  Dusty suggested
we play cards.

"Strip poker?" Buddy asked.

"Sure, if Wiley doesn't mind," Dusty replied.

"Why would I mind?" Wiley asked.

"You're the new guy on the block," Lon explained. "Some men aren't into
it."

"Don't worry about me," Wiley said.

"If this is going to be an official poker night, I should get out the
beer," I said. Some weren't good about booze, but I controlled the beer and
used it on special occasions. There wasn't enough to cause a problem. I
wanted them to use alcohol in moderation.  Buster couldn't drink at all,
but the men were good about that and never made an issue of it.

For Wiley the beer was a big event.  To his father drinking beer was as bad
as a mass murderer. I don't think he had ever drunk a beer in a social
occasion. I had for gotten how exciting it had been to drink when I was a
teenager.  When my parents served me wine for the first time at dinner, I
thought I had arrived. For Wiley drinking was a form of rebellion.  I don't
think he had used it socially before.

Wiley was inexperienced at cards.  That too hadn't been a part of his
upbringing. He lost and was the first guy to be naked. Skeeter had a bad
night too and I wasn't too far behind. The poker part of the evening went
quickly. Getting your clothes back was more time consuming and more
enjoyable.

It appeared Wiley had lost his pants to Dusty and the two men were in a
close conference.  Sebastian had Wiley's shirt and he joined in the
conversation.  Sebastian was a short stocky man with grey hair and a beard.
In contrast to his short stature, he was hung like a horse.  He preferred
to top, but I wasn't too sure he was a good first fuck.  Sebastian
stretched me and my virgin days are long in the past.

Buddy had my pants and Buster had my shirt.  Buster liked to sixty-nine and
Buddy liked to fuck.  That was agreeable to me.  Buster was the biggest man
in my employ.  Big, solid and none too bright, he possessed a heart of gold
and a cock the size of a Budweiser can.  He oozed pre cum non stop and a
sucking session with him was always nutritious.

I was nursing on Buster's cock jelly when Buddy eased his cock into my ass.
This was the first time he fucked me and he pleasantly surprised me.  Buddy
had average endowment, but in my ass he hit all the right places.  While
his cock shaft was thin, his knob was big.  I suspected it got even bigger
when it was in my ass.

Most of the men were pile drivers.  It was as if they were in a contest to
see how fast they could shoot.  I took some training to get them to slow
down.  Buddy took his time.  He told me he liked the way his cock head felt
as my ass closed on it.  His knob got really sensitive when he was excited
and it gave my prostate a good workout.

I was enjoying things when Wiley and Dusty came over to us.  "The Boss
really knows how to take a cock," Dusty said.  "Buddy's the most easy going
fucker I know.  He takes his time and lets nature take its course."

"Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" Wiley asked.  My mouth was full with
Buster's cock so I couldn't answer.

"If you do it right, it doesn't usually hurt.  The first few times can be a
challenge," Dusty replied. "Buddy's got a big cock head, so he's no easy
piece of meat.  Pull out and show Wiley your mushroom, Buddy."  Buddy
pulled out.  I wanted it back and my ass twitched.

"Push it in again," Dusty instructed Buddy.  "See the Boss wants it.  It's
almost as if he's opening his ass to take it.  It's really tender inside.
The ass lining feels great rubbing your cock."  Buddy must have gotten
harder.  The second penetration of my ass was better than the first.  The
pressure in my balls began to build.  I wanted to shoot.  My effort to hold
back, failed and I began to moan and twitch.

As I filled Buster's mouth with my cum, he began a sperm eruption.  Buster
never shot off, he would erupt, with his cum oozing out like lava.  It was
almost an orgasm in slow motion.  Buddy began pumping frantically, then he
ejaculated.  He pulled out of my ass and sprayed my back with his seed.
After we calmed down, we disentangled.

On the other side of the room Skeeter was sucking off Lon and Max.  Now
only Wiley, Dusty and Sebastian had full loads.  Wiley looked very young.
I knew he wanted to be a part of the group and he loved sex.  He was timid
and uneasy about doing new things.

"Wiley," I said whispering to him.  "Dusty wants you ass.  Do you think you
can take it?"

"I don't know," he said, but I'd sure like to try."

"Well, that's a good start."