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         We'd met through the electronic bulletin board -- 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 on
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.
aaahhh aaahhh." 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.