Date: Sun, 9 Oct 2005 08:15:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bob Archman <bldhrymn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Logging Camp 7

Logging Camp

Part 7

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.


To say the effort it took to work Stan's cock into my hole was worth it is
an understatement.  The organ looked big, but was even bigger as it
stretched my sphincter and filled my hole. I got to know it well over the
next two hours. Stan was young, but he didn't have the young man's need to
shoot quickly.  He could take his time and enjoy the scenery.

The shaft was the width of a beer can, but unlike most really thick cocks,
the head was even wider and mushroom style. The edge of the head, where it
joined the shaft, was very sensitive.  When he popped the head through my
sphincter, he loved the way it felt.  I like what the head did to my
prostate.

He was a demanding lover, but not unreasonable. I knew whatever kept him
hard would be good for me. After an hour of pretty much constant sex, I was
close to being a limp rag doll-sex toy for him.  Stan was like an oversized
puppy with his favorite toy.

He shot off, but kept his cock in my ass until he was hard again.  I lost
it and was moaning and whimpering. At first I was embarrassed to loose it
in front of all the men.  Fortunately, lust is communicable disease.  Sex
was good at the camp anyway, but this afternoon it was great for everyone.

Stan must have learned his sexual skills from his uncles. Not only were
they good tops, they were genuinely versatile and it was safe to say, they
made friends quickly. They could take a cock in the ass as easily as they
would slip into an available hole.

The thunder storm which had been threatening earlier arrived.  It was just
as violent as I expected.  It was pitch black outside and buckets of rain
fell for hours.  The roads to the camp were more like trails than real
roads.  They became impassible in an inch of rain.  By dinner time there
had been four inches, so our visitors had to spend the night.  There was no
way they could get out in the storm.

What had been an afternoon of fun turned into a sex marathon broken up by
dinner.  Sebastian had made a good meal.  The electricity went off as he
served it, so we ate by candlelight. I got out a bottle of wine and served
it with dinner. Many of the men had problems with booze, but I liked to
treat them like adults. Skeeter didn't touch it, but the rest had a glass
or two.

The storm continued.  After we ate, the rain gauge said there was five
inches of rain already and the storm showed no signs of abating. There
would be flash flooding, but out camp was on high ground, so we were safe.
We resumed the sexual play.

The action had been hot and intense before dinner.  After dinner I expected
things to quiet down. It was quieter but the sex was, if anything, more
intense.  Most of us were well lubricated and opened up.  Even those who
had shot off before, were ready to get back into action after dinner.

With only a few candles lighting to room, it was dim.  I thought everyone
at the camp was open about sex, the dim light encouraged several of the men
yo be much more adventurous.  Uncles Johnny, Joey and cousin Ronnie helped
too.  These men were sexual athletes and seemed to have the stamina of
bulls in heat. They liked it all and wanted to have sex with as meany of
the men as they could manage. Since they were all truly versatile, there
didn't seem to be anything they wouldn't do.

I saw Dusty fucking Joey as he sixty-nined with Lon. Ronnie had gone around
the room and lubricated everyone's ass, even those who didn't usually
bottom.  Ronnie had a good, old county boy affability about him and blunt,
thick fingers.

When he came to me, I realized he went straight for the prostate. His
lubrication morphed into a pretty intense finger fucking. Once he got me
revved up, I wanted more. By then Ronnie had moved onto the next ass in
need of lubrication, and I was left needing a cock to do what he had left
unfinished.

Luther was near by, and so was Wiley.  Luther worked his lolly-pop-style
cock onto my ass.  Wiley looked disappointed, so Luther pulled out to let
him in.  Once Wiley was in and pumping, Luther rear ended him and we formed
a fucking trio.

As I said, everyone was turned on. Uncle Johnny took Luther and Dusty
slipped into the older man's ass.  It was difficult to co ordinate five men
who were linked cock to ass, but somehow the managed to do it for a few
minutes.  We broke apart in confusion, but then resolved into pairs.  When
it was over, Uncle Johnny plugged my hole with his thick beer can.

"You have a really nice bunch of men here," he said. "I didn't know there
were so many horny bastards outside of Wilson's Hollow."

"We get along well," I replied, "It sure beats television."  He laughed. I
continued, "Our reception is piss poor anyway."

"Do you mind if I take my time?" Johnny asked.  "Your ass really hits the
spot."

"Be my guest," I replied. "Is the sex in Wilson's Hollow like this? Horny
hillbillies in heat?"

"Sort of like this, but we Wilsons aren't as pretty as you men," he
said. "We've bee going at it for forty years, so we know what feels good,
but it's sure nice to have some new cocks to play with. You've got a nice
hole.  Tight but not too tight."  I squeezed my ass when he said
that. Johnny appreciated the gesture.

"We've been in the Hollow for generations," Johnny continued.  "Grand Daddy
discovered you could fuck men and have just as much fun as fucking girls
and have a lot fewer strange looking children."

"Gay sex is a birth control scheme?"

"It sure is," he said as he looked at me. "You promise not to have my
babies?"  I burst out laughing. When I laughed, my ass closed up and almost
forced his cock out.  He liked that and he rammed it in. As I laughed, my
ass massaged his cock. I could feel his organ getting bigger and going
deeper.

"Damn, I'm an old man, but right now my cock feels like it's eighteen
again," Johnny said.  He pulled out then popped is cock head through my
sphincter a few times before going deep.  He then stretched my legs wide
open.  "It feels like eighteen, but I can hold back from shooting a lot
better."  He pulled out again and toyed with my wide-open ass.

 Uncle Joey came up to us and held me open as his brother fucked
me. "You've got a pretty hole, nice and pink," Joey said. "It's fun to
watch Johnny's purple, man-rammer fill it up."  Johnny pulled out and held
my legs open as Joey took position at my ass.  His cock was slightly larger
than his brother's.  He pushed deep.

Eventually both men shot off.  I was tired and fell asleep. Stan carried me
to my bed room. I woke to find Sebastian nursing at my cock.  Outside the
rain had slowed to a gentle shower.  I fell asleep again and woke with Stan
in my bed. He worked his half hard cock into my ass and fallen asleep. I
wiggled my ass and he began to firm up.

A cock is a gift that keeps on giving. Stan was a giving man. Sebastian had
gone off to get breakfast ready, but Skeeter took his place at my cock.  He
was at my cock as Stan worked his magic. Nothing pleased Skeeter more than
a hot and steamy load delivered straight from the spigot.

We had breakfast and then went out to survey the storm damage. I looked at
the rain gauge and saw it was full.  Lon and Buster went out and then they
came back a few minutes later.  The road was washed out a quarter of a mile
from the camp.  We got our bulldozer revved up and went out to fix the
road. By noon it was fixed.  There were several trees down, but they were
easy to clear.  Stan's Uncles and cousin were on their way by two in the
afternoon.

By that evening it was clear there was damage everywhere.  The storm had
caused considerable damage to roads throughout the area. Scotty, my highway
department friend came at 4:oo and asked if we could help with some of the
clean up.  He had to take care of the state roads, but there were a number
of long driveways and trails that needed to be cleared.

The private roads were not our problem, but my guys were always ready to
help. They hadn't been contributors to society for most of their lives, but
they wanted to make amends. We went to several driveways that needed heavy
equipment to fix.  Scotty told me his crew was working late, and some might
spend the night at the camp rather than go home.  Three of four of his men
lived two counties away.

That was fine with me, and I said I'd have Sebastian cook up some extra
food so they could get a real meal. Scotty was 100% straight except for his
liking for cock and men's tight ass holes.  He had been married for
twenty-five years and had four kids, but given a choice between a cunt and
a man's ass, it was the ass he liked.

Scotty never said anything, but when he stayed with some of his crew at the
camp, they seemed to share the same interests in man sex.  He didn't ever
play with his own men.  He thought that would diminish him in their eyes.
He sure liked my men.

Scotty also had the best gaydar of any man I ever knew.  The men he brought
with him were the least likely to be gay of any men I had ever seen.  In
spite of this they all seemed to love sex, and they liked my men.

It was dark when my men got back and Scotty with three of his men arrived.
All were covered in mud, tired and hungry.  They showered and I got clothes
for Scotty's men.  Lon put the mud caked clothes in the washing
machine. Sebastian had made a hearty stew and they chowed down.  Sebastian
knew what men who had been working hard wanted to eat.  It was both tasty
and plentiful.

The shower had given everyone a chance to check out the other men. Scotty
came up to me and asked who the young guys was.  It was Wiley. Scotty never
directly asked for man, but I knew what he wanted.

Scotty wasn't a handsome man, but he was rugged and I figured Wiley would
like that.  Wiley was nothing if not open minded and had no problem taking
a cock.  I had noticed Wiley admiring the scenery in the shower and he
certainly hadn't objected to Scotty. Wiley liked uncut meat. Scotty was
uncut and had a lot of excess skin.  I was surprised when Scotty introduced
me to the youngest of his men, a tall thin guy named Sid.  He had never
picked out someone for me before.

Sid was a real country boy with an accent so thick it was almost another
language. I would guess he was in his twenties, but he was already balding
and sported a big, bushy, handlebar mustache, so he looked older.  He was a
bit shy, but once we started talking about machinery he loosened up.  Sid
liked trucks and heavy equipment. Luther joined us in the conversation and
Sid relaxed even more.

Scotty disappeared into a bed room with Wiley. The remainder of the men
went to the bunk house leaving Sid, Luther and me in the living room.  Sid
got up to leave.  "I'd better get to bed," he said. "It's been a hard day."
As he straightened up, he moaned.  "Damn I'm stiff."

"Sid, you are a lucky man," Luther said. "Mr. Stevens gives great massage."

"He don't need to do that," Sid replied. "I've been stiff before."

"Let's go to my bedroom and see what we can do," I said. "Luther, you come
along, I'll take care of you after Sid."  Luther smiled. Sid didn't
object. In my bedroom, Luther stripped naked and Sid followed suit.

"Damn, you got a nice one there," Luther said, looking at Sid's
equipment. Sid blushed, but Luther continued.  "Nice baby maker." I
expected a thin organ, but his cock was the only meaty part of the thin
man,

"Never done much with it," Sid murmured. "It's just a drain."

"Hey, Sid," I said.  "We're all boys here.  We all know you can do a lot
more with a cock than piss.  It's my favorite organ."

Sid looked at me shyly.  "You could say it's my favorite too," he
said. "I'd had some fun with it."

"Haven't we all," I said.  Luther went over to Sid and fondled his balls.
Sid looked worried until I joined them.  I was already half hard.

"You've got a nice one too," Sid whispered. He looked at Luther's cock.
"Big knob," he said.

"It looks to me as if we have 18 to 24 inches of cock here," I said. "Let's
pool our resources and see how much fun we can have?  Are you game Luther?
"

"I sure am," he said.

"How about you, Sid?"

"I don't know," he said.

Luther laughed.  "Sid, you may not know, but your cock has already made up
its mind."

Sid looked at his hard cock.  "Looks like you're right about that."  As he
said that, Luther sank to his knees and started to suck Sid's meat.

"Damn, that's good," Sid whispered. "I've never done much, but I'd surely
like to try."

When Sid said he wanted to try, he wasn't kidding. Sid had all the making
of a first rate sex maniac.  He was shy and unsure of himself. Sid wanted a
teacher and a guide.  From his point of view, I was that guide.  While he
was shy, he was also willing.

I got him on the bed and gave him a massage.  He jumped when I touched his
ass first, but he relaxed.  He didn't mind when I lubricated his ass.
Working a finger in, I touched his prostate and had him moaning after I
gently kneaded the organ.  I knew Sid was born to be bottom when he shifted
positions, so his ass would be wide open.  When my cock head poked at his
hole, he shifted a little to make access easier.

His ass was tight, but I felt it was welcoming.  Sid's cherry was ripe for
picking. There was natural resistance at his sphincter, but once I popped
through, it was clear sailing.  As son as my cock head was on the dark side
of his ass I could feel him relax. It was only a few deep thrusts before he
was moaning in pleasure.

Ten minutes later I pulled out and let Luther fuck Sid. Luther and I gang
fucked him for a good half hour. Sid was tired but still hard. I asked him
if he wanted to top.

"It might be nice," he said. Sid had the redneck tendency to avoid direct
answers.  I guessed what he wanted and got on my hands and knees. Sid was
well equipped, long and thin. It slipped into my ass without effort, and
felt good. After a few strokes, Sid was even longer and not so thin.

While Sid straddled me, Luther rear ended him. Sid liked that a lot. It's
rare when anatomy permits you to triple fuck, but we were perfectly
matched. It was even more surprising when Scotty and Wiley joined us. Both
of their cocks were dripping lubricant and precum.