Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 03:15:32 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Lou P. Garrew

                          LOU P. GARREW
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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[Note: There's an "Easter Egg" of sorts for you, a hidden meaning, in this
story's title, but I'll leave it for you each to discover on your own.]

     I was working half of a two-man crosscut saw, and Lou was on the other
side. I was sweating a lot more on this, my first day on the job as a
logger, than I thought I would. I mean, I'd spent my days until now in San
Francisco, working on the buildings, digging ditches, lifting timbers, you
name it. How could logging be worse than that? So in the year 1850, I'd
boarded a schooner for the Great Northwest, source of all the timber that
we were building San Francisco out of, and signed on to be a logger. The
foreman had looked at me, told me to make a muscle on my arm, I did so, and
he nodded, and considered, said, "We'll put you with Lou. He knows all
there is to know about these forests. You do what he tells you to, and
you'll end this first year as a seasoned logger and earn full pay. For now,
half pay. You'll see why when you get to work. Now, go find Lou."
     "Which one is he?"
     The foreman smiled. "Just look for the biggest, hairiest man you've
ever seen in your life. That's Lou."
     The men waiting nearby and had overheard him laughed. I smiled,
uncomfortably and had moved off. Nearby was a group of the men waiting for
their assignments, and I moved that way. Soon as I got in among them, I saw
him.
     Six foot seven at a guess, and brawny as all get out. And hairy as any
man could get, not only a hairy mop on his head and full beard, but also
hair on his neck and chest as much as I could see at the top of his shirt,
a heavy red plaid variety, his sleeves rolled up to show his arms and backs
of hands covered with hair. I walked up to him and asked, "Are you Lou?"
     "I am Lou!" the man burst out rather than said. "Lou P. Garrew is me
and I am Lou P. Garrew!"
     "I'm Charley." I told him. "Charley Merriweather."
     "Merry Charley!" he exclaimed and I had my logger's nickname like
that.
     I didn't argue, it could have been worse, so I took it, and added,
"I've been assigned to work with you this season."
     "Good, good!" He beamed. "Teach you how to log the right way, then!"
     "Yes, sir!" I agreed.
     "Call me Lou, Merry Charley."
     "Right, Lou!"
     "Then come on, let's get to work!" He reached down and took up the
crosscut saw in one massive hand and wielded it the way you or I would
carry an umbrella and as easily, though it must have weighed forty or fifty
pounds.
     "But we don't have our assignments!" I protested as I tagged after
him.
     "We don't need it." Lou said, and to the others. "We'll take the north
forty by sixty!"
     And that was my introduction to Lou P. Garrew. He was true to his
word, he talked a nonstop streak in loud, booming words, told me how to
hold my half of a crosscut saw, how to work it, how to stand so I'd get the
best work out of each stroke. Anytime he wasn't telling me what to do, he
was cracking jokes, telling me stories about the men on the job and his
past jobs, I was getting the richest education in logging any novice of
nineteen like I could wish.
     Still, when the horn sounded for the noonday meal, I was
exhausted. God, I was sweating heavily, I was as tired as if I'd worked a
ten-hour day instead of a mere four, and Lou hadn't even broken out into a
sweat yet! We'd fell a tree, and move on to the next. Behind us, other men
would come with their axes and chop the tree free of its branches, others
behind them would cut the tree into lengths and others still would chivvy
them down the hill to the river which would then ferry the logs to the
sawmill at the river's mouth.
     "You go ahead and get in line." I told Lou. "I want a dip in the
river. I'll be back in less than five minutes, just want to wash off."
     I didn't get two steps when a massive hand clamped on my
shoulder. "No, you don't! First we eat, then there'll be time to take your
dip. You wait for the end of the line, you'll not get food, you'll get the
plate scrapings!"
     You don't argue with a hand that big. I went with him to the line and
got my plate.
     "Lou's picked himself another one!" someone observed.
     "Try not to scare this one off as quick as you did the one last year."
another one said, and the men laughed.
     And Lou gave a sort of growl that was both low and menacing, and loud
enough to be heard by everyone. The men cowed before it and I looked up at
Lou.
     For a moment, I thought I saw his eyes glowing a bright yellow! I
blinked and they were normal, but the men were still looking at Lou like he
was a wild animal, and Lou turned back to me and said, "Hey, move along,
the line's taking off without you."
     I got my food, ladled into my plate by men who didn't care if things
ran together, but it all smelled good and tasted better and I cleaned that
plate all the way down to the metal and thought about licking it as well. I
looked at the servers to see if I could maybe get seconds, but saw them
already carrying the empty pots away. Lou was right, if I'd taken my bath
first, I'd've had nothing to eat. He was looking after me very, very well,
indeed!
     I smiled at him gratefully and he grinned back at me. His own plate
was vanquished, he ended it by putting a broad strong arm around my
shoulders and hugged me to his side. And he talked and talked and held me
like that. Then we got our bath, but he tagged right alongside me. The
noontime dip was apparently a regular ritual here, but Lou took us up to a
spot upriver from the others. When he stripped, he was as hairy all over
his body as I'd figured and then some. He didn't need clothes at all, near
as I could see, save to cover that huge organ at his groin, it hung down
like an obscene salami of man-flesh. He didn't go into the water until I
did, and he was right by my side, and inside, he saw to it that I bathed
myself carefully, helping me by scrubbing at my back and letting me do
his. When he turned back around after I did that, his erection slapped me
on my leg. I looked at him, expecting him to blush or pull away, but he
didn't do either, he just kept on scrubbing himself while his hard-on kept
poking my way.
     I hated to get out of that cool, cool water, but we had work to do, a
horn sounded which Lou told me was the warning to get back to work and
right now! So we dressed and got back to the trees. Men were grinning my
way all the afternoon, like they all knew a great big secret about me. But
they didn't even know me! Except that I was Lou's partner, and he was
taking a lot of interest in me.
     Okay, I didn't stay mystified forever. You get a lot of men all alone
in a wilderness and working hard and little joy in life, and they're going
to find the only fun they have left. I'm not stupid, and San Francisco was
over 80% male when I'd left it. So my logging partner wanted to jump my
bones! Not a fate worse than death.
     After the final working horn finally sounded, we had about a half hour
of light left. Decent of the owners to let us have that half hour, long
enough to get back to base camp, get our food and take another cleansing
dip in the river before the light got too feeble to see. Lou and I got
dressed again in the little bit of light from the moon overhead, still
several days from full, and the lights from the base camp.
     They'd had nearly a third of the men busy working on the housing, we
came back to crude but serviceable cabins of various sizes, and inside them
they'd built beds, one for each of us. And several of the beds were large
enough for more than one.
     Lou walked over to the best of the smaller cabins and peered in the
window at the luxurious-sized bed inside (did I mention he was hauling me
along on this? He was) and declared that this one now belonged to the two
of us! Nobody argued with him on this peremptory choice (the foreman was
assigning cabins to the rest of them), and I had my home for the rest of
the work season. Lou took me first to my bag which I'd left at the
foreman's station (everyone had this first day of work) and picked it up,
and then he carried me to where he'd stashed his own belongings, which
turned out to be a good distance away, an old gnarled tree that nobody
could possibly want to harvest for its timber. Then he guided me like a
helpless child back to our cabin and bade me to unpack. He kindly gave me
the larger shelf for my things, his own fit easily onto the smaller one. If
we wanted to sit down, we had to use the bed for that.
     We had candles, and there were enough lights in other cabins and
noises to tell me that the men all planned to stay up a lot longer. But Lou
told me to get ready for bed. "You'll need all your rest to do your best
work." he ordered. "We will be rising at first light."
     I'd made my decision in the afternoon since I'd figured out why Lou
was so damned protective of me. So I stripped myself bare naked and got
into the bed. I felt his eyes crawling over my bare butt as I got into the
bed and crept to the far side. Leaving room for him. Got into the bed and
didn't get under the covers. Just displayed myself and let him see my cock
hardening as he looked at it. "You coming to bed now, too?" I asked him,
for he was still half-dressed.
     "I'll be in with you very soon." He said to me, in the softest tones I
had heard from him that day.
     "I'm waiting." I said.
     His eyes were now boring into my very soul. I felt like I could dive
into those eyes of his and never, never, come back out again.
     I was so absorbed into those eyes, I hardly realized that he was now
nude, coming toward me, until his face was right up against mine. Until his
hand and arm scooped up my right leg and pulled it up so that my knee was
pressing against my breast. Then his other hand and arm did the same to my
left leg, and I felt then, his prong pressing against my anus. It wasn't
dry at all, it was coated in some lubrication. I hadn't seen him apply it,
but in swimming in his eyes like I had, I wouldn't have noticed anything so
pedestrian as that. As it was, I found his glans knocking on my sphincter,
and gave my bowels the nudge to open it for him. His cockhead was the
largest one I'd ever taken and I moaned as my body was stretched to the
limit to accommodate him.
     "Ah, my little one, my little one." He crooned in my ear as he pressed
the glans harder and it slid the flare of its rim inside. "I will be very
good to you. I will take care of you and you will take care of me."
     "Oh, ahhhh, Lou, ahhhhh!" I moaned, for the cock was now boring into
me, and the walls of my intestines were being filled to the bursting
point. How big was this man, he'd been huge when I'd seen him, but I'd also
known that men who are large when flaccid tend to not become much larger
when erect. But he was making me doubt the accuracy of that knowledge as he
pushed in more, and more, and more!
     I was wondering how much more I could take when he stopped and his
voice purred in my ear, a deep, throaty whisper, "Now I possess you, my
little one. Now I possess you, and now I will make you mine forever."
     And his hips began to sway and that drove his dong in and out of my
body. The shaft and the flare of his glans rubbed at my prostate and sent
waves of ecstasy through me, and I clawed at his hairy, hairy back as he
moved upon me, and I felt my pleasure rising in me, so soon, so soon, no,
no, not so soon, please no, no, not so soon.... "Ah-ah-AH-AH-AHHHHHH,
UHHHHHH!" I creamed and splattered his hairy belly with my spunk, and he
chuckled warmly as I ejaculated in his embrace, my orgasm wrenching my
brain, squeezing my self completely flat and then wringing it like a damp
towel! His own motions never changed, not speeding up nor slowing down, but
maintaining his tempo of slow, almost meditative lovemaking.
     "Yes, yes, you love this, don't you, my little one?" He told me as I
finished, slumped back. "You love having me inside you, don't you?" His
hips still moved, still drove his prod into me, out of me, in again, out
once more.
     "Yes, oh, God, yes!" I groaned, for his dong still forced my body to
feel the pleasure of his possession of me, "Come on, fuck me harder,
faster, please, Lou, fuck me faster, please, oh, please, faster!
     "Patience, patience, my little one, I wish to possess you completely
here, and that takes time."
     I resided into worn-out sobbing as he continued to fuck me, the same
steady pace. His body seemed to be growing, swelling as he moved. As he
kept on fucking me, I became increasingly aware that this was not just a
sexual fantasy of mine, a warping of the senses.
     Lou was changing. Growing in size and his body hair was becoming
thicker. My fingers had been threaded into the hairs on his back, but they
had been much less plentiful then they were now. I felt more hairs pushing
into my palms and fingers, I moved my hands and soon my hands were fully
buried in the plush pile. I found my face no longer next to his as he loved
me, rather my face was being pushed into the hair that covered his upper
right breast, and it threatened to smother me. I pulled my head away from
that, and looked up into his eyes once more.
     Yellow, feral, glowing eyes. They were no longer shaped as a human's,
but were instead that of a wolf's. His nose and mouth had moved position,
to take new places on his muzzle, which wasn't overlong, it suggested the
canine but only suggested. His ears, as well, had moved upwards and taken
points, but not to a large degree. His teeth were longer, sharp, the fangs
of a carnivore rather than the more generalized teeth of us human
ominvores.
     "Do not be afraid, my little one." that non-human face told me. "You
belong to me now, and I protect my own. You will be mine forever now, and I
will love you and you will love me and we will be as one."
     His hips now began to speed up, his cock now thrusting in and out of
me in the more intense lust of the feral lover with his mate. I was
helpless, completely at his mercy, and yet in that mercy I felt that he
would never sink those fangs into me, never slice me with the claws that no
doubt resided in his fingertips, and I felt only tenderness in his
movements even as they began to pound me more and more relentlessly. My
body stirred into passion once more, for I felt it in his body, Lou was
approaching his own orgasm, and my body wanted to join him in that delight.
     "I will take you and I will make you my own." he panted, slavered, his
saliva dripped from that muzzle and dropped in hot lumps upon my neck and
chin. "You will be mine forever."
     "I will be yours forever." I sighed and felt my climax striking
upwards at me once again. "Oh, oh, I'm coming again, I'm coming!"
     "I will join you and you will join me." He agreed and his grunts were
those of a beast and yet in that beast I felt the simple devotion of a dog
you had raised from a puppy, and those eyes, though untamed and dangerous,
spoke loyalty to me in all ways.
     "I'm coming, I, OH, OH-OH, OH-OHHHH, UH-HUHHHHH!" I cried out as my
body again was wracked with the exquisite torture of orgasm, I again
sprayed, not as hard or copiously, more spears of my sperm, more javelins
of my jizz, up to hammer futilely against his pelt.
     And as I did that, Lou raised his head and he howled and his cock
drove in deeper than it had in all the many thrusts of before, he drove it
to the very hilt and a bit beyond, and with it buried completely within me,
he ejaculated, so deep within me that I had only his howls and his body
stiff in passion to tell me of his orgasm.
     And when he was done, he rested his weight upon me, heavy but not
oppressive, and his animal guttural pants slowly turned into more human
sounds, and his hair receded and before long it was Lou, the big, strong,
caring, massively virile man, who held me in his arms. His beard nuzzled my
neck as he kissed, nibbled at my ear and I feebly kissed his own in return,
and he released my legs and let them fall back onto the bed.
     "And now you know me and I know you." he said to me. "You belong to me
and I shall take very good care of you. I have chosen you for my mate, and
we mate for life."
     By this time, nothing could surprise me. I should have been terrified,
but in all of that huge wolven form that had held me in its paws and rammed
my butt, I had never felt anything but protected and safe. So I said,
"You'll take care of me. I like the sound of that."
     "Yes, indeed. Now, my little one, we will sleep a while, and then we
will make love again." he told me. "I want you well rested for tomorrow's
work, but you are young and I think we can make love three or four more
times before the dawn."
     I didn't feel up to arguing, or to do anything beyond letting him take
me in his arms and from the security of that warmth, to fall into the
soundest sleep I'd ever had.
     I awoke when Lou again impaled me with his prong, this time from
behind, side by side on the bed, and again he moved in that same deliberate
pace throughout all but the very end, where again the wolf within him rose
into primacy, and he rammed me into what again was a mutual orgasm for both
of us. And again we went back to sleep, his cock still buried in my ass.
     And again I awoke when he began to fuck me again, this time, when we
finished, the first light of dawn was rising into the sky.
     I rose from the bed feeling surprisingly refreshed and energetic, my
body should have ached from the unfamiliar labor of the prior day and the
more arduous exertions in this bed, but I did not feel a single pain from
all of that just the same. I was able to rise and walked with only a slight
wobble to my gait from the marathon sexual session I had undergone.
     Breakfast was being made and Lou and I took a place at the very head
of what would be the line. The cooks were not surprised to see him there,
it seemed that he was always first at the breakfast line. They had seats
for us and we sat and waited while others came up and took places behind us
and then the cooks began to dish out the breakfast to us.
     The foreman came up to us and said to Lou, "Well, Lou, how's our new
hand working out?"
     "He is superb." Lou said in hyperbolic but sincere tones. I was far
from being a stellar worker, but Lou would not say anything less than
wonderful words about me, could not, for he owned me and in that ownership,
I was completely safe.
     The foreman nodded. "And how do you like your partner?" he asked me.
     I looked at Lou and said, "He is superb." I assured him in turn. "I
know we're going to be working together for a very long time."

                             THE END
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