GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/lumber.txt

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                       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 o 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,  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.