LUMBER JACKED

 We'd met through the electronic billboard -- I'd left a message
 saying that I was looking for a big man, not a big cock, though that
 was a definite plus. What I wanted was a guy with a big barrel
 chest, but not a bodybuilder either. I wanted a man whose massive
 body was a natural thing, not something that depended on daily
 workouts at the gym. A big guy who didn't feel that he had to suck
 in his round, hairy belly to impress me. A lumber jack kind of guy.

 I got several answers, but most of them sounded like they were too
 much into scenes to be decent companions too. Either they wanted to
 play roles, or wanted me to.  Life's too short to spend wearing
 uniforms, and my experience showed that false faces usually
 accompanied false hearts. Few understood that I didn't want a daddy,
 or a master, or a biker - I wanted a big guy to love.  A man who
 occasionally needed tender love in return.

 But the answer that I got from Tom was different.  He seemed to
 honestly want to meet me, not just to get his cock up my ass as
 quickly as possible. We spent the first couple of weeks sending a
 flurry of electronic messages back and forth, and like men who meet
 in gay bars, quickly were saying intimate desires to someone we
 barely knew. We spoke a couple of times on the phone, and his sexy
 voice had me fumbling for my fly as soon as he said "hello." A
 couple of phone J/O sessions kept up the interest, but the time
 seemed ripe for a face-to-face meeting, so we planned a weekend
 alone at my cabin in West Virginia. I told Tom that I would drive,
 and we arranged to meet at the corner of 17th and Q street.

 When I pulled up at the corner and first saw him I was quite
 surprised. He had led me to believe he was very average looking, but
 instead he was incredibly handsome. I already told him I would be
 driving a white MG, so he had no problem recognizing me by the car.
 He slung a duffel bag over his shoulder and lumbered over to the
 car.

 "Hi Tony," he said.  "It's great to see you in person at last."

 "Hi Tom," I answered. "Let me open the trunk for you." I got out of
 the car and walked back. I was glad he took my advice and packed
 lightly, since the car had minimal luggage space.  I threw his bag
 in the back, and he put out his hand.  I shook his hand - it was a
 massive paw - and we got in the car and headed out toward 270.

 On the way up to West Virginia, conversation was minimal. It may have
 been because of the wind noise created by the convertible top being
 down, but then again it might have been because for all our
 electronic messages and phone conversations we were still strangers.
 The day was warm and sunny, and Tom decided to take off his shirt.
 We both did some contortions to allow him movement, his large size
 filled the passenger side of the car to overflowing.  But he managed
 to pull his shirt over his head. It was all I could do to keep my
 eyes on the road.  I kept stealing glances at his furry chest,
 covered in thick brown hair. The whipping wind blew patterns in his
 hair, and his two nipples stood stiff at attention.  "Keep it under
 control," I kept thinking to myself.  "You'll have plenty of time
 when you get to the cabin."

 But that thought could sustain me for only so long, and by the time
 we crossed into West Virginia I could no longer sit still.  Tom had
 closed his eyes and might have been sleeping or simply enjoying the
 wind and the noise of the road. When the highway was clear I reached
 over and brushed his pink nipple with the back of my hand.  His eyes
 immediately opened wide.

 "I think you better keep your hands on the wheel," he said, but gave
 me such a sincere smile that I could tell he was kidding.

 "And what if I don't?" I teased back.

 "Then I'll have to take you out in the woods and find a willow switch
 and spank you," he said.  I quickly tweaked his nipple again, to
 show what I thought of that idea. When cars passed, or we passed
 them, I placed both hands on the wheel.  But as soon as we were out
 of sight I immediately went back to feeling my passenger.  At my
 request he placed his shirt in his lap, and undid the front of his
 shorts. I would reach under the shirt and fondle his already stiff
 cock.  I was torn between driving fast to arrive at the cabin, and
 driving slow to enjoy this incredibly sexy scene.

 By the time we arrived at the cabin I was really wild, and the front
 of my shorts were wet in spots with pre-cum. I unlocked the door,
 unloaded the trunk, and immediately headed for the bedroom.  But I
 couldn't find Tom!  I went back outside to the sound of an ax
 splitting wood.  He was chopping wood!

 "Hey, come inside," I said.  "I've waited too long already."

 "Hold your horses," he said. "We've got plenty of time for fun.  But
 now is work time.  I'm going to cut up this fallen tree for
 firewood."

 "I buy firewood," I said. "Leave the tree there."

 "Why buy it when it's free?" he asked.

 For Christ's sake, I wanted a guy who was down to earth, but not this
 down to earth.  He spent the remainder of the afternoon chopping
 wood.  Said he needed the exercise.  By the time he was finished he
 was hot, sweaty, tired, sore, and the palms of his hands were rubbed
 raw. When he came inside I could see that he was truly hurting, even
 though he wouldn't admit it to me. I took him into the bathroom and
 unlaced his shoes, removing them and his socks. Next down came his
 shorts, and I would have immediately sucked on his thick cock except
 I decided to wait until after the bath.

 I ran a tub full of hot water, adding some Mr. Bubble for fun. He
 looked so completely out of place as he sat his massive frame into
 the white cloud of bubbles that enveloped his hairy body.  I took a
 washcloth and began scrubbing his back and shoulders.  Then on to
 his hairy chest, spending extra time rubbing clean his nipples with
 my thumb.  Next I took each of his legs and firmly washed them,
 cleaning his feet and toes. Finally, saving the best for last, I
 reached down into his crotch and gently washed his fleshy shaft, his
 heavy balls, his tender asshole.

 After I'd dried him off, we went into the bedroom. Tom slumped over
 the bed like a dead man, and he groaned as he hit.

 "So, big  guy, is this how you show me how tough you are?" I asked.

 "I'm wasn't trying to show you how tough I am," he replied.  "It's
 just that I saw a job that needed to be done, and I did it.  That's
 my nature."

 "Well, before you retire there's one more job that has to be done" I
 said, then started undressing.  "But first I'll ease some of the
 ache in your body."

 Tom lay on his belly as I rubbed a thin film of baby oil on his back
 and shoulders.  Using most of my strength I firmly massaged his
 bulging, tight shoulders.  His back seemed like an incredible
 expanse of perfect flesh, and I kneaded it as he groaned beneath my
 hands.  I worked my way down to the lower portion of his back,
 rubbing out the kinks in his muscles.  Next came his tree-trunk
 thighs, his rock hard calves, his calloused soles.  At my request he
 turned over, and I saw that this treatment was having a full effect.
 Though  his eyes were closed and his  body motionless, his cock
 stood fully erect.  But like he said, the fun comes after the work.

 Beginning at his shoulders again, I oiled and rubbed bulging pecs.
 His brown hair matted under my circular- moving hand.  Each arm was
 gently stretched and rubbed, the sides of his chest, the soft
 fullness of his belly.  I worked my way down to his legs, giving the
 front portion the same workout I had given the back.  At last I
 moved to his crotch.

 Starting with his balls I licked and massaged them with my tongue.
 His moaning told me that I was doing all the right things. I licked
 up the shaft of his cock, wetting it on all sides before taking it
 in my hot, eager mouth. As I had done on the rest of his massive
 body, I firmly but slowly stroked his rod, moving my head down until
 it would go no further, feeling his cock all the way down my throat.

 "I'm so sore," he finally said, "and this feels so good. I feel like
 I'm in heaven."

 Well, who am I to deny anyone heaven? I layered the KY on his thick
 cock, and straddled his hips. Slowly lowering my ass until his
 cockhead reached my hole, then gently sitting back until it slowly,
 penetrated to it's complete length. I leaned forward and took his
 nipple in my mouth.

 "Oh, God, that feels great," he said.  "Tony, you're so sexy."

 "Yea, so are you lumberjack," I said.  "Now I know you're sore and
 tired, so I want you to just lay back and enjoy.  The only thing
 you've gotta do is stay hard for me, alright?"

 "That's an easy task," he said.  "If I start to soften up I'll just
 open my eyes and look at your great body."

 I began to rock back and forth, forcing his cock into and out of my
 asshole.  It was a slow, deliberate movement at first, I took my
 time. Then, to really give him a treat, I began tightening and
 loosening my ass muscles.  I'd exercised at this for a while, and I
 knew that my ass could grab a cock and make it feel like it had
 never felt before. Contract, withdraw, ease up, insert. Each time I
 pulled the length of his cock out, I squeezed tight enough that he
 groaned with pleasure.  He lay beneath me like a man experiencing
 rapture. I fucked his rod for fifteen minutes, spending my time
 massaging his chest and biting his nipples. Occasionally I leaned
 forward enough to put my hot and open mouth on his, and our hungry
 mouths found each other's tongues. Finally I could wait no more. I
 began moving back and forth at a faster rhythm, faster and faster
 till I reached a fever pitch. Tom grabbed my cock in his hand, and
 started jacking me off.  I could tell from the tempo of his hand
 that we both were nearing explosive climaxes.  At last he let go.

 "Oh, oh here I come," he said.  "Oh Christ, I'm cumming.  Oh.  AAA
 AAA." His voice thundered through the cabin like a sonic boom, and
 the walls reverberated with his climax. I was glad we had no
 neighbors. As he shot off, he thrust into me with a ferocity and
 force that drove his cock so deep in my ass I could feel it in my
 stomach.  That was what it took for me to explode, and I shot
 streams of cum that lay in shining stripes from his neck to his
 belly.  He reached his tired arms up and hugged me to him, rubbing
 our bodies together like a hot-cum sandwich.  We were both
 exhausted, and I fell asleep on top of him, his cock still up my
 ass.
 
                               THE END