Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2005 18:37:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Logging Camp 4

Logging Camp

Part 4

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.

A few days later Dusty told me that all was well.  "The old White Snake
worked its magic." he said.  "It fit like a glove."

"Wiley liked it?"

"To tell you the truth, I don't think Wiley knew he had a sex organ in his
ass," Dusty said.  "He knows now.  It took some work to get the knob in,
but once it was in where the sun never shines, all was good.  Wiley gave
up."

"What do you mean, gave up?"

"Wiley's one of those guys who holds back," Dusty replied.  "He likes man
sex, but is afraid to admit how much he likes it.  When the White Snake
touched his nut, he forgot all about that."

"He didn't expect the attack from the rear?"

"As I said, he didn't know there was anything in the rear to attack," Dusty
said with a broad smile.  "Damn, I loved it when he lost his cool.  Maybe
we could have a little celebration tonight and welcome him to the
Brotherhood?"

"Do you think any of the other men would like to play with Wiley?" I asked.

Dusty burst out laughing.  "Everybody wants to play with Wiley."  We
decided to have a party later in the week.  The men had Saturday and Sunday
off, but I liked to create a diversion to keep them at camp.  At least at
the camp I had control over the diversions.  Cock play could be a mighty
fine alternative to booze.

Thursday night I got a call from Wendell.  "Mr. Stevens, I don't know if
you remember me, I'm Wendell Smith.  I'm the deputy you met last week," he
said.

"Of course I remember you," I said.

"I was going to be in your neck of the woods this weekend and wondered if
you might . . . help me out?" he asked.

"No one's more helpful than I am," I said.

"This sounds stupid, and if I'm out of line just tell me," he continued.
"I'm not very experienced, but . . ."

I interrupted him, "Wendell as far as I could tell, you're a fast learner.
You have nothing to worry about in that department."

"I'm afraid of getting fucked," Wendell said.  "The Sheriff wants to fuck
me and I said I'd do it. I'm afraid it won't turn out well.  I just don't
know.  I was thinking maybe you could give me a lesson?"

"You want me to open you up?"

"If you could.  At least I'd know what to expect," Wendell said quietly.

"Some men like to pop virgins," I said.  "The Sheriff might be
disappointed."

"There's no way he could tell, is there?" he asked.

I laughed.  "You're right about that.  I need to tell you one or two
things.  I do like being the first.  It's exciting to introduce a man to
something new.  Unfortunately, I can't stop and once we get going, I'm
going to fuck you.  You can't change your mind," I said.

"That's fine with me.  I'm a big boy."

"I figured that.  There's one more problem," I said.  "It may be an
opportunity, which depends on your point of view.  The boys and I were
going to have a little party this Saturday.  Let's just say they all share
our sexual interests.  If you'd like to join us, you'd be welcomed."

"What kind of a party is it?"

"A sex party, pure and simple," I replied.  "Maybe not that pure.  Everyone
there is with the program."

"I don't know if I could do that."

"Get here in the late afternoon.  We can have dinner and work things out,"
I said.  After giving him the directions to the logging camp I hung up.
There was a fifty-fifty chance he'd come, I guessed.

Wendell drove up at 4:00 in the afternoon Saturday.  He dressed in civies
and drove a high-powered Dodge of some sort.  I was on the porch talking
with Sebastian.  I introduced him to the cook and we chatted for a while.
After two or three minutes Dusty and Skeeter wandered over and joined us.

I thought Wendell was a good-looking man.  From the look in Skeeter's eye,
I saw he saw Wendell as much more than good-looking.  Wendell had a
well-built Marine-type body and haircut.  My men tended toward the shaggy,
but they didn't mind well groomed, or if they did, they were willing to
make an exception for Wendell.

We were an affable group and use to each others likes and desires.  The
addition of Wendell and Wiley to our happy band excited the men.  No matter
how happy and satisfied you are, the prospect of a new sexual playmate
always excites you.  The unpredictable nature of sex is at the core of this
excitement.

Sex is the ultimate crap shoot.  No mater how experienced you are, or how
well defined your desires, you never know until you try it.  I've always
been amused at the personal ads which list specific and detailed
qualifications and requirements for a partner.  "Wanted, Young, muscular,
blond and hung male.  Must be Methodist, double jointed, have a PhD in
Comparative Linguistics, collect Chinese Porcelains and be independently
wealthy."

Sometimes your brain gets in the way of your cock's common sense.  Your
cock can't tell if a guy is into Chinese Porcelains.  I have my own likes.
Masculine, older men tend to turn me on, but I don't pass up younger men.
I've had a few run ins with flaming queens and had a really good time.

I was hot to trot with Wendell when we heard a loud crash.  Lon ran up to
us.  "The truck broke!" he yelled, "Skeeter's trapped."  I had no idea what
he meant by "the truck broke" comment, but we ran to the side yard where we
kept the logging trucks.

I had never seen anything like it.  The body of the truck broke in half,
dumping the load on the ground.  Skeeter was under the remains of the
truck.  I didn't know what to do. Wendell took charge.  He had been an EMT
before becoming a cop and quickly assessed the problem. The Rescue Squad
was on the way, but it would take them a good half hour to get to us.

Fortunately, Skeeter was clear headed too.  He was pinned, but not hurt.
The ground was muddy and when the logs rolled out, the forced him into the
mud.

As the logs rested on the mud, they began to settle.  Skeeter could be
crushed.

At the logging camp we had all the heavy equipment you could wish and a
full crew of strong men.  Wendell figured out how to move the logs and
which logs need to be moved first.  He and the men began to remove the logs
one by one.  Wiley, Sebastian and I dug a trench under the truck to get to
Skeeter, in case the log moving went too slowly.

Sebastian was the smallest man in the camp and he fit under the truck
easily.  He and Wiley did the digging.  I hauled the excavated dirt out of
the way.  Sebastian was a cook, not a laborer but he and Wiley were
Energizer Bunnies and I had a hard time keeping up with them.  The wet dirt
was thick and heavy.  I got Lon to help with lugging the mud away.  In
retrospect, I don't know how they did it.

Wiley got to Skeeter in fifteen minutes.  He and Sebastian pulled Skeeter
out seconds before we heard a snapping sound and another piece of the truck
collapsed.  Skeeter seemed okay.  The Rescue Squad arrived as we got him
out.  Remarkably, he was fine.  Nothing was broken.  The mud had saved him
from being crushed.

I hadn't had any idea how to introduce Wendell to the men.  That wasn't
necessary anymore.  Wendell was young, but he was a natural leader of men.
My men liked that.  They also liked a man who could pitch in when needed.
Wendell wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty.  After the Rescue Squad gave
Skeeter a check up and pronounced him fine, they left.

We were all in high spirits as we returned to the house.  Most of us looked
like creatures from a second rate horror movie.  Wiley, Sebastian and I as
well as Skeeter looked like mud coated mummies.  Wendell and Lon were close
behind.  For once the rest of the men were cleaner.

For once the men hosed me down in the garden.  Usually I did the hosing.
The adrenalin rush of the rescue was still in full effect.  The men were
more than high spirited.  We stripped and got the mud off in the garden
then went to the showers.  No one knew about Wendell other than me, but
Wendell fit in well.  He showered between Wiley and Dusty.  Wiley got half
hard.  In truth, Wiley's normal state was half hard, but Wendell didn't
know that.

Wendell threw a hard.  He blushed then looked around the shower. Everyone
was a least at half mast. Wendell smiled. He understood the lay of the
land. The men crowded the shower room and no one was too careful about
bumping the man next to him.

Skeeter kicked things up a notch when he dropped to his knees and sucked
Wendell's cock. It was a thank you suck.  Skeeter was a master cock sucker
and I think Wendell liked it so much he forgot to be embarrassed. Once
Skeeter started sucking, everyone else followed suit. Dusty took care of
Wiley and I sucked Sebastian.

The diminutive Mexican tended to get lost in my collection of burly
bears. He worked in the house when the other men were in the woods.  His
schedule was different from theirs. He wasn't use to heavy physical labor
and I was sure he would be sore when he woke tomorrow.  He deserved some
heavy duty relaxation.

The men joked, Sebastian's cock was his biggest organ.  The men christened
his cock the Conquistador.  It was seven thick inches, uncut and with a big
mushroom head.  Even hard, his foreskin covered half the bloated knob.  The
cock was a mouthful, but Sebastian was ripe and he was already oozing.

The men called his cock jelly Montezuma's Reward. It was thick, plentiful
and sweet. Once he got going, it flowed.  There was no need to coax it out
of his balls.  It drooled in a steady stream. While the pre cum was
abundant, it was hard to get Sebastian to drain his big balls. When he
finally popped, it was a flood.

Sebastian liked to suck, but he was uneasy when I sucked him.  He wasn't
any too sure if it were right for the boss man to be sucking his cock.
While he had no problem sucking me, he didn't think it was seemly to have
me nursing on his meat.  Today he didn't have a problem and he soon filled
my mouth with his cream.

Not only did Sebastian shoot off, he moaned, twitched and cried as the
thick man seed spurted from his organ.  It was quite a show and all enjoyed
it. When was done I got up, turned him around and shoved my cock into his
ass.  Sebastian loved that. Wendell watched. His cock twitched and a glob
of cum dripped from the slit.  Wendell liked what he was watching.

The shower room was packed solidly with men and everyone was excited. Wiley
sucked Dusty while Buddy worked on his cock.  Lon, Buster and Max were
involved somehow, but it was hard to tell which arm or leg belonged to
whom.

I shot off first.  Sebastian's ass was too tight and warm for me to hold
out for long.  I heard Buster bellow and that seemed to set a chain
reaction of orgasms.  It was a good way for the men to blow off steam.
Briefly, man seed filled the air, some splattered on my back.

Sex in the shower is good.  It's refreshing and neat.  There's no need to
clean up afterward.  Since this was going to be a party after dinner, I
told the men not to bother getting dressed.  We went to the house.  Buster
and Skeeter went with Sebastian to help him cook.  He was behind schedule
and needed help.  The Mexican's digging had elevated him in the men's eyes.

The day was hot and steamy now.  We sat on the side porch, talking and
resting.  This part of the porch was screened, but I spayed the area with
insecticide.  Ticks were a big problem here and creepy crawlies don't
promote lust.

The afternoon became sleepy as the adrenalin rush subsided and the shower
room orgasms took a toll.  I went to my bedroom to nap.  Wendell followed
me.  At first I though I was too sleepy to fuck again, but having a young,
muscular man in bed with me changed that.  Wendell was a good kid and
nature took its course.

I was slow and easy.  He opened up.  It took some time for my cock head to
penetrate his sphincter, but Wendell was a good sport.  He was a believer
in the Marine, no pain no gain school of thought.  Once I popped through
the ring, all was well.  I must have been two or three inches in his love
tunnel when I made a direct hit on his prostate.

It had been a tight fit until it hit the pleasure nut.  As my cock head
rammed it, Wendell lost all ability to resist.  He had shot off in the
shower room, but he came again after only a few thrusts.  I tend to lose my
interest in sex just after I shoot off, but Wendell didn't have that
problem.  He continued to moan and twitch as I deep dicked him.  I was
getting close when the dinner bell rang.

Dinner was good.  Poor Sebastian was beginning to get sore, but he had made
a fine dinner and the men enjoyed it.  In honor of the rescue I got out
some wine and we had that with dinner.  I had some good wine glasses left
to me by my folks.  It was a special occasion.  After dinner, I offered to
clean up the dishes.  Lon volunteered to help.  The rest of the men went to
the living room and talked. By the time we were done with the dishes, the
festivities were well underway in the living room.