By Dick Clinton
In the early years
of the 20th
Century our country was in the mist of a depression. Many people
tried to live in the wilds of our untamed country. My family
minstrelsy disappeared in the wooded area of the Rocky Mountains or I
wandered off from their camp and was never found.
I was about three
years old when Luke discovered me naked and wandering alone by the
lake. Luke took me to the Anderson cabin, cleaned me up, fed me, and
treated me like a lost puppy. He reported me to the authorities but
no one put out a claim for me so he resolved to keep me as one of his
own sons. We assumed my parents were camping, got lost or drown
looking for me, and never returned to civilization.
I don’t know my
exact age or where I came from, but I have been living with the
Anderson family for 14 years. I think I am now about 18 years old. My
brothers would tease me saying that I was raised by wolves, got too
ugly so they kicked me out of the den. Whatever the situation, I was
raised by the three Anderson men.
Adam is the oldest
brother, 22, and a lumberjack at the Woods Lumber Camp, and Andy, 20,
is a guard at a nearby prison camp for the Rocky Mountain Fire
Control Training Camp. My brother’s share an old pick up truck that
one of the Prison guards gave to Andy for transportation.
During the earlier
years of my youth, we occupied an old log cabin in the Rocky
Mountains on the ‘Wood’s Lumber Mills’ property located about
two miles to the nearest blacktop road. My step dad, Luke Anderson,
had made arrangements with the lumber mill owner, Mr. Woods, to
receive free rent and electricity in exchange to be a fire watchman.
He monitors the area to make sure there was not any unattended fires
left my hunters or campers. Our only means of communications to the
outside world was a Ham Radio for contacting the Ranger Station and
the Mill in case of fires or an emergency.
Our cabin consists
of three rooms. The main room was a combination of living space,
kitchen, and dining area. Our only heat for the cabin is a fireplace
and our cook stove. There are two other rooms used as a bedroom for
stepfather Luke, and another bedroom for the two boys. I had to
sleep in the bed with my stepfather, on cold winter nights, and the
two brothers always slept together in the other bedroom.
During the time I
was about three years old, until I was fourteen, my dad and I would
curl up together to keep warm on cold winter nights, but as I became
more mature and more developed, I noticed my dad began getting
aroused lying next to me. He was a rugged, well-built, and handsome
mountain man and drank on occasions. During the few times he was
feeling the liquor, he became more aggressive to me sexually.
I never resisted
his moves, because I loved him and found I was turned on to him
sexually. He would put his arms around me, hold me tight next to his
body, place his hard penis between my legs, and move back and forth
until he would ejaculate. Meanwhile he was jacking on my cock. I
had my first dry orgasm during one night’s session, and it was
great.
We didn’t repeat
this for a several weeks until he had a few drinks again. By this
time I started experimenting and would masturbate by myself. One
night dad curled up against my body, placed his hard penis between my
butt cheeks, and started the fucking movements again. He started
jacking me of at the same time, but this time instead of a dry
orgasm, I released my first wet orgasm.
He seemed
surprised, but trapped most of my cum in his big callused hand, put
it to his mouth and licked his fingers clean. He squeezed me tightly,
laughed softly, kissed the back of my neck, and said.
“My boy is now a
man. I’m proud of you Steve. Next time I’ll show you more fun
things to do.”
My life wasn’t
always this much fun or exciting. I had many chores to do around the
place. I was well developed for my age. I started chopping wood for
the fireplace along with Adam and Andy. I had to draw water from the
well each day, until some men from the mill arrived with a windmill
that had been retrieved from an abandon farm dry well. It took them
several days to assemble it, but once they got it working, it was
great. The next week, they brought a large wooden tank and elevated
it by the well. When the windmill would move, it would pump water
from the well and into the tank. When the tank was full, a float
would stop the flow of water and pump the water into a trough by the
shed. They also created an area where we could use some of the water
to shower. We were most pleased with this new convenience.
Even though I was
only fourteen when they put up the windmill, I was already beginning
to be sexually attracted to men. The four men from the mill were
older than my brothers, handsome and very well built. When they
worked on the windmill and tank, they’d removed their shirts,
revealing their hot sweaty muscular arms, rippling stomach and back
muscles. I couldn’t help from staring. One of the men caught me
looking at them, winked, and gripped his crotch. He walked over to
get a drink of water from the bucket next to me.
“Hey there kid.
Where’s a guy go to get some privacy to take a long piss?” he
said to me.
“Right back there
behind the cabin.”
“Do ya want to
show me where? I don’t want ta get lost and eaten by a bear.” He
said and smiled.
“Yes Sir. Follow
me.”
I led this man
behind the cabin and down a short path into a small bushy area next
to the outhouse. He quickly loosened his belt, opened his fly and
eased his warn jeans down, and pulled out a large cock and balls
before taking a piss. I started to walk away.
“Don’t you have
to take a piss too? Come on. Join me. I’m sure you take a piss
with your old man or brothers all the time, don’t you? Aren’t
you curious what a lumberjack’s dick looks like? I bet you have a
nice dick on you too, don’t you Steve? Come on. Show me your dick.”
I was not shy but
rather embarrassed at his suggestions. I hadn’t seen too many
men’s dicks before, except my dad’s and my two brothers. They
were all a good size. I had nothing to be ashamed of either. I was
uncut and had a nice soft hood of covering over my cock head that
would move back when I had a hard on. My cock head was shaped like a
tulip bulb, with a large opening where I would take a piss, or cum.
I compared my dick with my dad’s and brothers and realized I was
large for my age.
The lumberjack
started to direct a thick golden stream onto the ground in front of
him. I took out my cock, pulled back my foreskin, and tried to piss,
but my penis started to firm up. It was always hard for me to piss
when I was hard, so I just held it between my fingers and waited. I
looked at the lumberjack’s dick and thought how nice it looked. It
hung down about seven inches soft and was even bigger around than
dads. I hoped my dick would be that big someday. He stopped pissing
and shook off the last few drops, but instead of putting it away; he
started moving it back and forth, just like my dad would do my dick
when we were in bed together. It was captivating to watch a stranger
playing with his cock. I began to stiffen. He reached over, touched
my dick, and manipulated the skin back over the cock head.
“Oh yeah. I like a
young stud with some nice foreskin. Mum huh. Nice dick boy.” Then
with out any warning, he bent over, put his mouth over my hard dick,
pulled the skin down over the head, and nibbled on it.
My dick immediately
became rigid. He hastily engulfed my seven inches of cock into his
mouth. This unusually warm and sensuous feeling excited me. He
repeated these movements several times, back and forth, until I felt
that unique tingling in my balls, just before I cum. I tried to pull
away, but he put his arm firmly around my waist and buttocks and
started sucking faster. I realized then that he wanted me to cum in
his mouth and swallow my jism. It was most enjoyable to release my
cum into his mouth. It was my first blow job, and it was awesome.
“Yum yum, boy.
You sure shoot a big delicious load! Would you like to taste mine?
I have a nice manly load of cum just for you. Do you think you can
suck on me and swallow my cum like I did yours? It’s good, and
once you tasted a man’s sperm, you will always want more. Come on
boy. Get on your knees and give it a try.” He instructed me
“I’ve never done
this before.” I told him.
“You mean you’ve
never sucked on that stud daddy of yours, or your two hot looking
brothers? Aw come on! All that stud juice just waiting for you day
after day, and you never once sucked a cock?”
“No sir!”
“Well your daddy
and brothers will thank me later. Get down on your knees, son, and
get your first taste of lumberjack nectar.” He said as he pushed me
down on my knees in the dirt.
I didn’t argue
with him, but obediently dropped to my knees and gazed directly into
his big hard member. It looked even bigger now that I was directly
looking at the piss slot. I carefully touched his soft hairy balls
and ran my exploring fingers thru the mass of pubic hairs surrounding
his cock. I placed my hand around the large shaft and pulled the
skin back and forth. A small clear drop of cum was oozing from the
large piss slot. I stuck out my tongue to cautiously experience my
first taste of man juices. It was almost tasteless, yet had a light
hint of piss and body sweat. I liked it. I squeezed down the cock
shaft to acquire additional juices, and ran my tongue around the cock
head. It was very exciting. I placed my mouth over the cock and
moved down on it further, then back, and further again.
“Boy. I think
you’re a born cocksucker. If you keep doing that, I’ll be giving
you all my juices. Yes, Steve. Keep it going, keep it going. Oh
shit. I’m going to cum. hold your mouth over it and let it squirt
into your mouth. Oh Fucken yeah. I’m cumming boy. I’m cumming.
Un huh. Unnnnn.” He sighed out in pleasure.
I tried to pull away
but the lumberjack gripped the back of my head and held me tight. I
had no other choice. I swallowed and swallowed. I could feel the
cum shooting into my mouth. It tasted a bit tangy but the excitement
of this hunk shooting his nectar into my mouth was exciting. It
wasn’t bad after all. When the lumberjack stop shaking and moaning
from his orgasm, I ran my tongue around the soft penis and milked it
for more cum.
“You little
cocksucker! You liked that, didn’t you? We’ll be around for the
rest of the week setting up this water tower and windmill, so you’ll
have a chance to taste the rest of the men. Are you ready for more
man nectar?”
“Uh huh. Yes sir.
I’d liked it. Are the other men willing to give me their nectar
too? I want to taste them all. Yes sir. I liked it.” I said.
The lumberjack,
Matt, laughed and gave me a quick hug. I went back to the porch, and
Matt went back to work. One of the other workmen said something to
Matt then he looked over to me and nodded. I smiled and realized
Matt told him of our fun behind the cabin. Pete set down his tools,
went to the back of the cabin, and motioned for me to follow. I
waited for a short time, and then I followed.
Pete was younger
than Matt, and a bit shorter. He found a nice secluded spot in some
bushes, took down his jean, pulled on his balls, stretched his cock,
and began to take a piss. I stood nearby and watched with lustful
interest. His cock was not as big as Mat’s but was long and hooded
with a nice length of foreskin. He didn’t bother to pull the skin
back, but let his piss squirt thru the opening. He stood for a brief
time after he was finished then motioned for me to come closer.
“You never seen a
cock with this much skin on it, Steve? You can play with it if you
want. When it gets hard, my dick will come out to say ‘hello’.
Make it bigger for me and watch it grow.”
I was curious. I
dropped to my knees and touched the lacy pink skin. The opening was
soft, wrinkled, and still moist with Pete’s piss. I caressed his
hairy egg shaped balls. Pete pulled me forward into his crotch.
“Put your mouth
over it, boy. Taste my watering hose. I need to piss some more, and
you’re gonna drink from my hose.” Pete said roughly as he held me
close to his loins.
I struggled to get
away but the power of this man was too strong for me. I had tasted
piss from Mat’s penis earlier, but only a few remaining drops after
he had pissed. Pete, was forcing me to put my mouth over his cock
and swallow some of his remain piss. I hadn’t expected this and
wasn’t too happy about being forced. I tried to turn away, but Pete
stuck his finger in my mouth and pried it open.
“Put your mouth
over my cock like I said, and you better not bite me or I’ll slap
the shit out of you! You hear me? Open your mouth, cocksucker.
You’re gonna' like it after you get use to it. That’s it boy.
Now relax and swallow when I squirt some nice warm piss down your
gullet. It’s not that bad, and if you do a nice job, I’ll give
you some sweet cum from my nice cock.” He continued.
I wasn’t ready for
this. I had just began to enjoy sucking the cum from a man’s cock,
but never dreamed of drinking piss. I had no choice at the moment,
so I opened my mouth as Pete placed his cock deeper into the opening
of my unwilling mouth. I tried to relax and place my thoughts
elsewhere. His dick was still soft so it went in easy. I gagged but
Pete held my head tightly.
“Just relax boy.
Try to swallow my dick. It’ll be easier for you.
I stopped gagging
and swallowed like he said. I took a deep breath then I felt a warm
trickle of piss running down my throat. It was over quickly. Pete
released my head and let me breath on my own. He pulled out of my
mouth and patted me on the head.
“Okay Steve. You
drank some of my piss. That wasn’t so bad now, was it? Now get me
harder, drain my nuts, and suck the cum from my dick. Good boy.”
I was amazed at his
uncut cock as it became firmer and larger. I could have never
swallowed his hard cock when he pissed. I still had a woody and
remained excited over having sex with this forceful man. I proceeded
to suck his cock and grip his balls. As he got harder, his cock head
came out of his hood. I was anxious to taste his cum so I continued
to pleasure him until he gripped my head again and started humping my
mouth. A large amount of cum started squirting from his large member
and shot down my throat. I pulled away so I could taste the man
juices. Some of it shot on my lips and chin. There was so much cum
that I couldn’t swallow quickly enough. It ran from the corners of
my mouth and dripped on my t-shirt.
“Aw yeah Steve.
That was great. Fuck. I needed that. You did a good job and I’ll
give you more of that cock tomorrow when we return. You better not
tell anyone what we did here. You understand? You are a good
learner and next time, you’ll know what to do. Huh boy? You only
took a portion of my piss this time; next time I’ll give you more.
What do you say to that boy?”
“Okay! It wasn’t
what I was expecting but, I’ll get to like it, I guess. I’m still
kind of new at all this, you know, but it was fun anyway. I gotta get
back before my Dad comes home.” I said as I stood, brushed off my
jeans, ran my fingers thru my messed up hair and headed up the path
to the front of the cabin.
Continued. Story by Dick Clinton
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