Saturday, May 3, 2014

Mountain Men-Part 01


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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