A Marine Called Jason
(Revised)
by: Peter

(© 2007-2015 by the Author)
 

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The Epilogue Chapters

Epilogue Chapter 20 

(All Work and No Play) 

For the first three days it was very work intensive, laboring from sunup to sundown. Our crew and the workers from town got better acquainted day by day. A couple of the workers, Benson and Porter, even stayed over several nights, supposedly so they could be there to get an early start. The truth was Benson and Porter had caught on. Others of our own crew were intrigued by a couple of the local townsmen and Oakley managed to ingratiate himself to two teenagers in overalls--Logan and Lonnie—and convinced them to help out. He couldn’t find Nolan so he brought them over to me to give them work assignments. I set them to painting. They seemed eager and willing.

I went back to framing an outside window and watching Lonnie stirring a bucket of paint while Logan was undoing the shoulder straps of his overalls. He held the bib up with his chin while he tied the straps around his waist then he let the bib hang over, leaving him beautifully naked from the waist up.

“Mighty easy on the eyes, ain’t he?” I looked around to see Porter with a sly grin on his face. “Like a ripe tomato ready to be plucked from the vine. ‘Course, Lonnie’s already been plucked but Logan’s juicy ripe for the pickin’.”

I was taken aback for a second till I realized that Porter had caught on.  I thought I was busted but I wasn’t ready to let on.

“They’re both good looking boys,” I conceded.  “Are they brothers?”

“It’s been rumored they’ve got the same daddy but nobody’s owned up to it,” he said. He smiled some more.  “I’m guessing your boy, Oakley, has already bedded Lonnie. He strikes me as being a fast worker.”

“I really don’t know him that well,” I said.

“But maybe I’m barking up the wrong tree; maybe you’re not interested,” Porter said.

I was and I had a gut feeling that Porter could deliver the boys. “I was just thinking about their ages,” I said, letting my guard down.

“They’re both eighteen.  Logan just turned.”

“Have you ever bedded Lonnie?” I asked outright

He laughed.  “About as often as I’ve bedded my wife.”

“Sounds like you started with him early on,” I said.

“Around here they start young, we like to say when they start growing hair around their dicks.  But I think you’re more interested in Logan. Don’t blame you. But he’s holding out for some reason.”

“Maybe he’s straight,” I said.

“Not the way he keeps eyeing you,” he said. “Straight boys don’t look at other men like that.” 

“He’s eyeing me?”

“Every chance he gets. I notice things like that. Pays to keep your eyes and ears open, you know. I think all you’d have to do is show him a little special attention.”

“I’m curious why you’re doing this….trying to set me up with the boy.”

“Once he gets his cherry busted he’ll want it on a regular basis and you won’t be around to give it to him.”

“And that’s where you come in,” I said.

“Yes, but he ain’t gonna let just anybody bust his cherry. I don’t know if he’s even looking to get his cherry picked but he’s eyeing you for something.”

I took Porter’s advice and showed Logan some special attention. I offered him a drink out of my water jug, which he took, and he let some of the cold water run down his bare chest. I told him what a good job he was doing and remarked how he was strong enough to put in a good day’s work.

“I never seen so many men working so hard,” he said.

“Well, you can include yourself in that,” I told him.

We sat side by side on a log eating lunch and I learned a little more about him.  He liked to play baseball but they didn’t have a team at his school because of the cost.  He didn’t have a girlfriend, just a girl friend that he sometimes took for walks and she was somebody to talk to. He made good grades but didn’t hold out any hope of going to college.

“Are you sure she’s just a girl friend?” I asked.

“That’s all its ever been,” he said. “We grew up together; she’s like a sister.”

“So you say. But I wonder if you’re like a brother to her.”

He gave me a frowning scowl.  “You think she’d wanta have sex with me?”

“I think if you ever take off your shirt when you’re taking one of those walks, she’s not seeing you as a brother,” I said.

“I don’t know….I wouldn’t know how to….you know….even get something started.”

“Give her a hint and she’ll show you.”

“I can’t say I ever had any feelings like that for her.”

Lunch was over all too soon and I took the opportunity to invite him to my room that night so we could continue our talk. He seemed happy that I was taking an interest in him. I told Jason I’d invited him.

“He’s pretty shy,” Jason said. “I’ll get lost, don’t wanta spook him.”

“Just for a little while; give me some time alone with him,” I said.

“To break him in?” he asked with a sly grin.

“Something like that, maybe,” I said.

After work I was about to head for the motel but Logan said he needed to go down to the stone bridge and take a bath.

“The stone bridge?”

“Yes, it’s an old bridge back in the woods that’s not used anymore.  Can’t take a bath at home in privacy with my brothers and sisters around. I’m the oldest and Pa said they’d be peeking around and liable to see something they’re not supposed to see.”

“You don’t need to do that; you can use my shower,” I said.

“I could? I never used a shower before.”

“Climb in.”

We drove to the motel where I let us in and hung out the Do- Not-Disturb sign. He stood looking all around.

“Wow, that’s a big bed.  Our whole family could sleep in that bed,” he said.

“You want a beer first?” I asked as he was about to untie the shoulder straps from around his waist.

“Yeah, I’d like to try a real beer.  I never drank anything but homemade beer and corn whiskey.”

I took a beer out of the cooler and handed it to him. He took a long drink.

“That’s good stuff,” he said, smiling.

“You downed it like you’re used to it,” I said as. I pressed my beer playfully against his bare stomach.

“AAAHH!  That’s cold!” he yelped, laughing.

“Here, this hand’s warm,” I said, flattening my other hand over where I’d put the cold beer.

He instinctively flexed his already tight stomach muscles.

“The shower’s in there,” I said, nodding toward the bathroom.

“I don’t know if I know how to use it; we don’t have indoor plumbing,” he said. 

“Come on, I’ll show you.” I let him finish his beer, I finished mine then I took him into the bathroom where I showed him how to operate the shower.  He stood there, hesitant about taking off his overalls.

“You should go first, it’s your shower,” he said.

“No, you first; you’re my guest,” I said.

“I’m not a guest, I’m just working for you,” he said.

“No, you’re working with me,” I said. “There’s no reason to be shy around me, Logan. You don’t have anything I don’t have and you’ve got a great body, so let’s get you out of these overalls,” I said as I slipped my hands under the overhanging bib. He was visibly surprised and he turned a little bit red but he let me.  I untied the straps and they fell to his sides but he held onto the bib part of his overalls.

 “Do you really think I do, have a good body?” he asked timidly.

“I said great body,” I said. “A body that any girl would want, even some women.  Hell, even some men,” I added with a smile.

“Is that the reason you asked me to your room?”

“If you want it to be,” I said.

He looked down right after he asked the question and I crooked my finger under his chin to lift his head so I could eyeball him.

“You don’t need to be shy with me, Logan, and there’s no reason to be afraid,” I said as I reached to his sides to undo the last buttons of his overalls.  The others were already unbuttoned; had been all day. “Nothing’s gonna happen that you don’t want to happen. That’s a promise.  We won’t do anything you don’t wanta do, we’ll do everything you want to do.”

“I don’t even know if I know what I want to happen,” he said, looking me squarely in the eye.  His eyes were penetrating, a little fearful, but trusting.

“I won’t violate the trust I see in your eyes, Son,” I told him. “You are the one in charge here.  I’ll lead the way, but you’re in charge.”

“I’ve never done anything except with my own fist,” he said.

“That’s pretty normal,” I said. “I still use my own fist once in a while.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, sometimes your own hand just feels better. Now, come on, let’s get in the shower,” I said as I peeled of my sweaty shirt.

“You’re gonna get in with me?”

“If you’ll let me.”

“It’s not for me to let you, it’s your shower,” he said.

“No, I said you’re in charge. If you don’t want……”

“No, I do,” he cut in quickly, then turned shy again.  “All of this is sort of the reason I came to your room when you asked me.”

I tugged the bib from his fingers and let it drop then I finished shoving his overalls down off his lean hips. 

“First time I ever took overalls off of a boy,” I said.

They fell to the floor, exposing his beautiful body. He was hairless except for the bush around his sizeable cock and a spattering of hair on his thighs. I was struck by the size of his cock, and that the heavy hanging head was free of the generous collar. I didn’t say anything but he might have heard me swallow.

I drew the shower curtain back then stepped in the shower with him, easing him under the spray. My eyes raked up and down his backside, his wide shoulders already shaped with hard muscle, his trim waist and his incredibly delectable butt rounded out from his hips. I wondered if he had hair around his asshole. My mouth watered to find out.

“I sure do need to wash up,” he said, tilting his face into the shower spray. “I’m so sweaty I must smell like a horse.”

“You’re a pony, so why not?” I joked.

He was still enjoying the spray and I took the soap and began washing his back and shoulders.

“I can do that; I was just standing under the water,” he said.

“No, you go ahead and enjoy the shower spray, I’ll wash you,” I said. “If you don’t care,” I added.

“No, I don’t. Your hands feel good. Nobody’s give me a bath since I was a little boy.”

“You feel good, Logan.  You’ve got such a beautiful body. I’m sorry if it embarrassed you for me to call you beautiful but it’s the only word to describe you.”

“Nobody’s ever called me beautiful except my mom when I was a little kid, but it don’t embarrass me, hearing you say it ‘cause the way you say it, it’s like you’re expressing appreciation for the male form.”

“Well, I am, but for your male form in particular,” I said.

“I think you’re beautiful, too. I’ve always liked looking at pictures of those old Roman and Greek statues of older men who are built like powerful gods.  You look like one of those men, except your cock is a whole lot bigger.  I don’t know why they carved those statues with such tiny cocks.”

“Well, I’ve never been compared to a Greek god before.”

“So is your friend, Jason.  And Oakley. I don’t know if I should be saying that about other men and boys but it’s true.”

“Do you like Oakley?”

“Yes. He’s so manly.”

“Turn around, I’ll do your front,” I said.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” I asked, although I knew why.

“I’m hard.  Your hands gave me a hardon.”

“That’s nothing to be ashamed of,” I said as I clasped my hands on his hips and turned him around. He was so hard his cock was quivering, standing up at quarter-mast with its slight upward curve.

“That is definitely not something to be ashamed of,” I said. “You say Oakley is manly?  I don’t know if he could match that.”

“Maybe not there, but he’s got way more muscles,” he said.

“He’s older than you.  Give yourself a couple more years.”  I began soaping up his chest and with a good lather I moved down his stomach. He was tight as a drum.  I’d washed down to his waist in back but I decided to go further in front. I first slid my hands around to soap up his butt. That pulled him against me and his cock burned hotly against my stomach. Then I drew my hands around front and began lathering his balls. He closed his eyes and seemed to have trouble breathing.  I brought my soapy hands up to his cock. 

“Ohhhhh,” he moaned softly.  “I don’t think I should be feeling like this,” he said meekly.

“Why not? What are you feeling?” I asked.

“Your soapy hands feel so good.”

“Nothing wrong with that. It’s a pretty natural reaction. It feels good when you soap up, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, but another man’s hands……”

“Your cock doesn’t know or care if it’s your hands or somebody  else’s.”

“I think it does….your hands feel better than mine,” he said.

“You know what?  Your cock feels good in my hands, too.”

“You’re not just….washing me, then.”

“Not just. I wanted to get my hands on you, Logan.  I want this as much as I think you do.”

“I didn’t know if I did or not.  I didn’t know what I wanted, I just knew I had these feelings.”

“It’s okay, it’s between us, you can follow your feelings,” I said. My own cock had risen to its full potential, brushing against his hip when it throbbed but he pretended not to notice. He never looked down, but kept his eyes focused past me.

Still without looking down he took my cock in one hand and cupped my balls in the other.

“You’re so big,” he whispered. “I can barely get my hand around it.”

“Your hand feels good, on my balls, too,” I told him.

Without actually looking down he dropped his eyes to look at my cock in his fist, then he looked back up at me; squarely in my eyes. Godd, those deep penetrating eyes again.

“I wanta do something, Brad,” he said in a croaking voice. “I’ve thought about it so often, and dreamed about it……”

“Go ahead, anything you wanta do,” I said.

“I want go down on you. Can I?”

“I would like that very much,” I said.

He kept stroking my cock and fondling my balls, his eyes focused on them now. He wet his lips and I saw him swallow.

“Only if you want to, Logan,” I said.

“I want to.  I never thought I wanted to be queer, but I want to.”

“Trying it isn’t going to make you queer. Try it and if you don’t like it, don’t do it.”

He was so frightened.  I crooked my finger under his chin again and tilted his head up. “You’re in charge Logan; we do only what you wanta do. If you want….if it’ll make it easier, I wanta suck your cock, too.”

“You do?”

“Yes, very much. We can dry off if you want to and go in on the bed and do it together, at the same time.”

“That’s what they call sixty nine.”

“Yes.”

“I wanta do that,” he said. “But first, here, under the shower, just for a minute.”

He went to his knees, leaning to one side to let the shower wash the soap away, then he knelt there, gazing at my cock in his hand. Then he pressed his face into my groin and I felt his tongue licking the hair there.

“Ohh, Logan,” I whispered, nearly breathless with anticipation.

After a moment he ran his lips along the shaft of my cock and along the side of the head but then he eased back and stood up.

We finished the shower and I turned off the water.  I pulled the shower curtain back and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around him then got a towel for myself.

“I never ever thought I would ever be doing this,” he said.

“I’m so glad you’re doing it with me first,” I told him.

“I feel so dumb, I don’t even know what I’m doing.”

“Please don’t,” I said. “Please know that I consider it a great honor to be your first.”

I took his towel and tossed it over the curtain bar and then led him into the bedroom. I urged him back across the bed and started to walk around to the other side to climb on myself but I changed my mind. He looked so beautiful and so beautifully innocent lying on the bed. I crawled beside him and covered his upper body with mine.  Gazing down into his eyes sent a chill through me. I smiled at him and rubbed my nose against his and that made him smile. I brushed my lips ever so lightly over his, causing him to recoil at first but then he relaxed and I pressed my lips harder on his. He slowly responded and we were soon in a very erotic, passionate kiss. He moaned his pleasure and writhed against me when I pressed my upper body gently on his. I rose up a little as I maneuvered us so that our cocks rubbed together. His moans became louder, more frantic and the next thing I knew he was shooting his load all over both of us. He came with such force and volume that it surprised me.  The stuff splattered against my stomach and even hit my chin and following that he pretty much white washed himself, leaving streaks and globs of semen across his chest and stomach and on up to his neck and under his chin.

“Wow!” I said, smiling down at him again. That’s when I saw him tearing up.  “Hey, what’s this?” I asked, swiping at his eyes with my fingertips.

“I didn’t mean to shoot so soon,” he said.

“It’s nothing to cry about.  Hell, your cock’s still hard, and I’m sure there’s plenty more where that came from. It was beautiful, Logan. You cum like a man.”

“I never cummed so much before, but you got me so hot and excited.”

“I’m glad. Secret? I almost shot off myself, just from my body touching yours.  That’s how hot you are.”

He smiled.

“Have you tasted your own cum?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Do you like it?”

“I don’t mind it,” he admitted. “It tastes sorta good.”

“You mind if I taste it?”

“No.”

“I wanta do something special,” I said.

“What?”

“I’ll show you.”  I began lapping up the thick ropes and globs of cum from his upper body and scooped up the wonderful glob under his chin. Then as I looked into his eyes again I brushed my lips over his. He recoiled a little but then relaxed. I pressed my lips against his and flicked his with the tip of my tongue. It took a moment for him to let his lips go slack enough for me to shove my tongue through but when I did his mouth grew slack and I fed him his cum. He took it with a little whimpering moan and let out a louder squeal when out tongues lashed about in his mouth, sloshing his warm cum all around. 

I rose up a little and said, “Try swallowing some of it.”

He did, without hesitation; all of it, in several gulps.

“You swallowed all of it,” I said, laughing.

“You said to.”

“I said some of it.  I wanted some of it myself.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Not to be sorry, you’re producing more as we speak.” I rolled over beside him on my side.

“We didn’t get to sixty nine,” he said.

“I didn’t get off and you’re still hard, we can do it now if you want,” I said, rubbing his stomach.

“Yes.”

“You can get on top,” I said as I rolled over onto my back.

Logan turned on the bed and straddled me, his knees at my shoulders, his still quivering cock sticking out over my face. When it throbbed it bucked upward to almost touch his stomach. I licked along the underside of the shaft several times before pulling it down to guide it to my mouth. I lifted my head enough to take him all the way to his balls. He was a perfect size and shape for that.

“Ohhhh, that feels so good,” he moaned softly.

I sucked him while he toyed with my cock. He stroked it with a loose grip, stretching the skin back till the collar became one with the sheath. I could feel his hot breath, then felt him licking all around the wide rim.  I thought he was working up his courage and I clenched my butt muscles to inch my cock against his lips. I knew I was oozing precum and I felt him lick it off.  Then he slid his lips down the curvature of my cockhead, locking them around the rim. He let out a little moan as he licked up more precum. I kept sucking him and he followed my lead. He was good without knowing it.  I wanted to weep at the feel of his virgin lips paying such innocent homage to my manhood.  If his lips never touched another cock, I would cherish these moments of his fading virginity.

He didn’t just catch on quickly; he was soon swept up in the man-lust that engulfed us both.  He sucked my cock laboriously, with great passion while he fucked my mouth, deep into my throat.  I loved his near hairless balls resting on my forehead with each thrust and from time to time I took them in my mouth along with his cock. When I did he ground his loins hard against my face and gouged my throat with his cock. Without being anything more than he was—a horny, curious and eager teenager—he was a delightful sex partner.

He followed my lead to mirror my actions.  When I sucked his balls he sucked mine, although he couldn’t manage to get them in his mouth.  When I kissed deep in his groin, he did the same. But when I released his cock and kissed and licked the start of his ass-crack, he returned to my cock. I played with his butt and explored the split with my spit slick fingers.  He liked it but he didn’t respond in kind. He flinched a little when I tried to introduce a finger and I backed off. There was time to bring him around, I was sure. I had only to lead him down that path.

“Logan, I want you to sit back on my face,” I said.

He rose up and brought his hips back so his butt spread apart over my face. I pulled him apart even more and began licking and tonguing his asshole.

“Ohhh!  Ohhhh…..Ohhm, fuck!  Ohh, Brad that feels so good!  I can’t believe you’re doing this! Godd, it feels incredible….. Ohhhh….Ohhhhhh…..Ohhhhh, Godd, don’t stop!” He cried out as he      ground his butt hard on my face, so hard I thought he might break my nose.

I eased him up and maneuvered us onto our sides. “I want to show you this to the fullest,” I said as I laid him on his back and stretched out between his legs. I pushed his legs up so his butt was tilted at the perfect angle then I rimmed him. He grabbed his feet and pulled his legs up over his upper body, spreading his ass wider. Very quickly I was able to shove a finger through his hole.  His outcry became one of raw pleasure as I drove it in and wagged it around. I thought he might scream when I found his prostate and I grabbed a pillow and tossed it over his face. He couldn’t keep quiet but it muffled the noise.

I fingered him unmercifully, with one finger, then two, then three. His hole was opening up nicely for me. I shoved both thumbs n him and stretched it wider and buried my face, driving my tongue way up inside him.  He screamed his pleasure.

“You wanta fuck me, don’t you?” he gasped.

“Yes, if you want me to,” I replied.

“Yes.  Fuck me, Brad. I wanta know what it’s like. I want your big cock in me.” 

I used four fingers on him for a moment then rose up and laid my cock over his gaping hole.  It looked like it was trying to swallow the head.

“Fuck me, Brad, please, don’t tease,” he whimpered.

I rose up a little more and pushed my cock against his hole.  With little effort I pushed through and slid in with incredible ease. His ass virtually did swallow my cock. 

“Ohh, Brad, I think I’m going to faint,” he moaned softly.

“It’s all right, I’ll bring you back.  Just relax and enjoy,” I told him.

If there was ever a teenager ready to surrender his virginity, Logan was that boy.  I’d taken a few cherries in my lifetime and this one was the easiest one I’d ever plucked. I watched our juncture where my cock was sliding back and forth through his hole, his once tiny, once virginal asshole distended around the thick girth.

“You have a beautiful ass,” I told him.

“You have such a big cock. It feels wonderful so deep inside me. Have you fucked a lot of boys my age?”

“My share I suppose.”

“Could they take your cock all the way?”

“Not all as easily as you did,” I said.

“I want you to fuck me as long as you can, all night if you want to,” he said.

“I’m long winded,” I warned. “But I’ll do my best.”  I leaned up over him and began kissing his chest, nibbling on his nipples.

“Ohhh that feels so good, you’ll make me cum.”

“I love your tits. Stop me when you feel it coming on.”

I sucked his tits till they were getting sore then I worked my way up his neck, along the side of his face and finally to his full, pouting lips. He let me kiss him for a very long time before he eased me away.

“You’ll make me cum kissing me, too.”

“You’re like a little firecracker ready to go off,” I chided him. “What keeps you from cumming when I fuck you?”

“My ass is sort of numb inside.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No! It still feels good. I wanta do it all night.  Will anyone be coming to your room? Or do you have this big bed all to yourself.”

“No, everyone knows to stay away, the bed’s all ours.”

“So they know you’re having sex with me? Godd, I’ll be so embarrassed when I leave in the morning if they know.”

“They know to stay away, that’s all,” I said again, “There’ll be no need for you to be embarrassed, Logan, because everyone else is doing the same thing. I wanted to have you alone because you’re a virgin.”

“They are, really? Even Oakley?”

“Oakley is probably doing it more than anyone else, and doing it better,” I said, laughing.  “You like Oakley, don’t you?”’

“Yes.”

“Do you want to have sex with him?” I asked.

“Yes, if he wants to.  I could now that I know what I’m doing. I would let him fuck me, now that I know how it feels. Do you think he would want to?”

I laughed.  “You can count on it,” I said.  “I’ll try to arrange it.”

I didn’t fuck Logan all night but we had sex most of the night. I fucked him in every position I knew.  We sixty-nined.  He came around to rimming me. Then I gave him the surprise of his young life by letting him fuck me. He nearly fucked my brains out. He was insatiable and he made me so. I dreaded the sun coming up.

Next morning we showered and got dressed.  He liked the shorts I was putting on so I gave them to him.  He was delighted even though they were a tad too big.  I told him I would send him some in his size. He seemed shy about leaving the room.

“You’re still embarrassed,” I said.

“Yes, a little.”

“Don’t be. When you leave, you walk out proud with your head held high.”

“I don’t know when I’ll ever get to do this again,” he said with a sad look.  “You said you would arrange something with Oakley, but I mean after you all leave.”

I started to name Benson and Porter who had caught on to us, and Porter especially, who had clued me in to Lonnie and Logan, but I decided to let that discovery come about as it might.

“Keep your eyes open,” I told him.  “Watch how men look at you.  You’ll come to recognize the look. Make eye contact then let them make the move. And Lonnie’s had a lot of experience, hasn’t he?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Then tag along with him. Anyone he’s having sex with will want to have sex with you.”

“Thanks you, Brad, for showing me everything. It’s been the most wonderful night of my life.”

I took him in my arms and tilted his head up to kiss him.  He kissed me back.  Really kissed me back, and it wasn’t just a kiss of thanks and gratitude. It was a kiss of raw passion and barely contained lust.

I released him and turned him towards the door. He went out and I stood back and watched how proudly he walked.  He was one happy boy, knowingly properly fucked, without apology. I was proud of him. I noticed too how some of the guys looked at him.

I was not privy to all of the goings on--nobody was--but suffice to say, there was enough banter to confirm that it was hard work during the day and non-stop sex every night. At the end everyone would agree it was the most incredible experience of our lives.

On the last day, with the Browns moved into their new house, the modular was taken back to the dealership.  The townspeople, along with Father Colby, gave us a proper sendoff. We sat around a bonfire of the scrap lumber and ate a supper made by the ladies of the town.  It was meager yet the most loving gesture I’d ever experienced.

We would be staying one more night before heading back the next morning so we had our own sendoff planned, to include Benson and Porter and a couple of other men who had come out from town to help out.  I had not spoken to Oakley yet about Logan but I spoke to Porter about the two teenagers coming to our little gathering. He said he could cover for them with their parents; him being there too, they would trust him to take good care of them. Perfect, I thought, Logan would get full exposure with Porter and possibly Benson and therefore have the outlet for the sex he so longed for after we left. 

But I wanted one more chance with Logan.  I quietly told him to linger back after work and he could ride back to the motel with me. When everyone else had left the worksite I told him I asked him to take me to the stone bridge.

“All right, but why?” he asked with a confused look.

“I wanta use your shower.”

He was happy that I was taking an interest in his life. We trekked through the thick woods that I would’ve surely gotten lost in but he knew the way. He probably knew every tree and rock and blade of grass. We followed the creek that was so crystal clear I wondered if it served as drinking water. I asked him.

“It’s not our water source…..we’ve got wells for that….but if we happen to get a mouthful when we’re swimming, we don’t spit it out and we don’t get sick.”

Around a curve in the creek I tore my eyes away from Logan to see the stone bridge up ahead. Spanned over the rushing water, it looked ancient.

“This is a work of art,” I said.

“It’s just a bridge,” he said.  “It’s been here all my life, and my grandpa talks about it being here when he was a boy.”

“So this is where you bathe.”

“Yeah, since I started growing hair around my dick,” he said. “That’s when my mom said I needed privacy. Actually, my uncle told her and she told me he said it.”

“When was that, when you started growing hair around your dick?” I asked.

He shrugged.  “I don’t know, just past twelve I guess. I could cum, I remember.”

“That’s a pretty early start breaking into manhood,” I said. He shrugged again, as if it was no big deal. “It’s beautiful back here. I can see why you come here.”

“I’m about the only one who does. I probably never ever seen more than a half dozen people when I’m back here.  Which is fine with me. One time it was two girls. My sister blabbed that I bathed back here and they sneaked back to watch. I pretended I didn’t know they were there but I could hear them whispering and giggling. I just showed them everything. I even showed them my hardon.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t get raped,” I joked.

“I think they told girls back at school about how big my cock is. I sure got a lot of attention from some girls after that.  So, do you wanta get in?  The water’s gonna be cold but you get used to it pretty quick.”

“Yes.”

He started to unhook the shoulder straps of his bib overalls but I brushed his hands away.

“I don’t know what it is but I love taking your bibs off of you,” I said.

“I don’t mind you doing it, either,” he said as he dropped his arms to his sides and let me unhook the straps and unbutton the remaining two buttons on each side. They fell to his ankles, leaving him beautifully naked.  “Godd, you are hot,” I said as I squatted down to help him off with the overalls. I was down there face to face with his manhood and I couldn’t resist leaning in to plant kisses all around. I stood up then, leaving his cock rising.

“Now you,” he said as he reached for my belt.  But I stopped him.

“Go out in the creek,” I told him.  He looked at me funny.  “I want to watch you in your natural habitat while I slowly undress.”

“Okay,” he said with a shrug.  He didn’t seem disappointed; I think he just thought I was being weird.      

He waded out several feet then dive under. He came up several yards away, shooting out of the water like a rocket. I watched him as he swam and cavorted around while I took off my clothes.  By the time I was naked, I was hard.

“Are you coming in?” he called out.

“Come back to the edge,” I said.

He swam then waded back to the creek bank and I guided him up till he was standing only ankle deep in the water. His cock had dipped from the cold water.  I moved around in front of him.

“It’s so beautiful back here, and you are part of that beauty,” I told him. “You’re like a forest god in his natural habitat.”

“I’m no god,” he said, blushing.

“You are to me, and gods are made to be worshipped.” With that I knelt down in the rushing water and grasped his left foot.  I brought it up out of the water and began kissing it. I knew he thought I was crazy but I was compelled to do it; I’d never demonstrated such homage to another man before, not even Jason; not like this. He let out a little groan when I began sucking his toes.

“Ohh, fuck!” he gasped.  He liked it. He could barely hold his toes still. “Awww, I didn’t know I had feelings like that in my toes.”

I let his foot back down in the water and he lifted the other one up for me.  From there I kissed up his calves and all around his knees and then on up his thighs.  At the apex I lavished his balls with kisses and he pushed them into my face.  I rose up from a squat and kissed up his stomach.  His hard abs rippled and danced under my touch.   Finally I stood erect, kissing his chest and nibbling on his nipples. He put his hands around my head. I kissed across to his armpits.  When I faced him, he pulled me into a kiss.

“Tell me what you want to do,” I said.

“We probably don’t have time to do everything I want to do.”

“Tell me.”

“I want to worship your body like you did mine.  I want to suck your cock. I want us to sixty-nine, and have you fuck me.  I want one more time of everything we’ve done before you go.”

“I’m glad you said that,” I said with a smile.  “But you left out me sucking your cock and you fucking me.”

He still took charge. He took my hand and led me downstream a little ways to a large, smooth rock.

“You can lay back on this. It’s nice and warm.” 

I lay back and rested my head on the thick moss that grew on one side and he knelt down between my legs.  I lifted my head to watch him lick my cock all over then take it in his mouth.  It was a sight every man should see at least once in his lifetime.

“Awww, Logan,” I moaned softly.  “That is so good.”

“Better than my first time, I bet,” he said with a smile.

“Nothing is better than the first time,” I said.

He sucked me for a while then rose up.  “You said you wanted to suck me, so if you wanta get me off, then I’ll fuck you.  I can last a lot longer after I’ve shot my first load.”

“Yes,” I agreed readily.

We changed places on the rock and I gave him a wonderful blow job with some rimming thrown in.  He shot his load when I was rimming him, all over himself. I licked it up and swallowed it. It was truly nectar from the god he was.  He rose up and turned me around facing the rock.

“There’s a groove in the rock where you can lay your cock.  It’s nice and smooth.  I sometimes hump the rock and cum in the groove.”

I laid over the rock on my stomach with my cock fitted perfectly in the warm, smooth groove. Logan mounted me and gave me his best fuck.  I couldn’t believe how far he’d come in such a short time since giving up his virginity.  He was awesome. He surprised me even more when rimmed me immediately after he’d shot his load in my ass and then kissed me and fed it to me.

“You are really turned on today,” I said.

“It’s your fault. You’re the only one I can do all of this with.”

“Not for long,” I said.

Logan was insatiable.  I told him he should save some of his sexual energy till later back at the motel but he said he would have a full head of steam for that.

We were late getting back to the motel.  Guys asked where we’d been but we didn’t answer them.  They knew.

Everyone was crowded into our room

Back at the motel we crowded into our room—Jason’s and mine—it being the largest, with the king bed. There were fourteen of us. We were minus Father Colby and the younger ones. Colby thought it would be unseemly for him to be included and Benson voiced concern about including the younger boys. After their initial disappointment in not being included with the men they seemed okay that we set them up in another room with the television and two beers apiece, and each other.

Porter and Benson had stopped off and picked up three cases of cold beer. One round pretty much wiped out the first case because we included the younger boys; Jesse, Luke and Aaron. We sent Lonnie and Logan with a cooler for ice.

Without any kind of announcement everyone started shedding their clothes and stuffing them in the drawers. Someone remarked that it was already getting warm in the room but there were no real pretenses; everybody knew why we were there. There was barely room to move without brushing against each other but that was the point.

When Logan and Lonnie came back lugging the cooler full of ice Oakley took it from them and handed it off to someone else then he pushed the two boys in the corner. I had clued Oakley in that Logan was ripe for the picking, that he really wanted to have sex with him, Logan, and Lonnie.

“You boys are lagging behind, you’re overdressed,” he said as he started taking off their clothes.

The younger teens were, of course, the main attraction, each of them with his own offering of sexual desirability. Oakley with his muscular physique and rather bawdy personality; Lonnie with his backwoods  charm and Logan, still bearing the mantle of virginity despite all the sex we’d had.  The rest of the men—our boys—were certainly taking advantage of seeing each other again after Thanksgiving.  Someone said later that we should’ve kept a tally of who got fucked and how many times, and how many loads of cum were shot.

Someone else laughed and said, “That would’ve taken a full time score keeper and who was going to miss out on all the fun just to keep score.”

It would be impossible to track everything going on in the room--or a better storyteller than me to write it—suffice to say it was raw, unbridled, non-stop sex.  I can only attest to what I took part in and what I witnessed.

When I went into the bathroom Adam was fucking Oakley in the shower. When I came out, Jordan had Nolan’s partner, Levi, bent over the end of the dresser, fucking his eyeballs out.

I saw that Lonnie was not yet taken; he had been, by Oakley and Logan both, but he was by himself now. He smiled when I laid a hand on his shoulder and he let me guide him to the bed where he stretched out beside Jason and Adam.  With no encouragement from me he brought his legs up so tight that his knees were against his shoulders. With that much boldness I thought he didn’t need any preparation and moved up over him and entered him with surprising ease. I fucked him hard and deep while sucking his sizeable teenage cock.

Benson and Porter were intrigued by Will from the start and they had him in a corner by the window, Benson on his knees sucking his enormous cock and Porter in back, rimming his tight, round ass. Will maneuvered them to the bed where Benson stretched out and willingly gave himself to the big black stallion while his friend, Porter sucked his cock. I was surprised to hear Benson groaning and moaning about being a virgin.

Kyle brought Logan over to the bed and he crawled in between me and Lonnie and Benson, on his hands and knees and Kyle mounted him from behind. It was such a thrill to see my own son in action right beside me. I didn’t have a full view but moments later I saw a pair of legs come up in the air and then Levi rose up over whoever it was to drive his cock in him.

Braden seemed to be standing back, like he was trying to choose where he would fit in.  So was Nolan, on the other side of the room, till Braden moved around to him where they came together in a tight hug in front of the window.

“It’s been too fuckin’ long,” one of them said.

“Yeah, and I’ve missed it,” said the other.

Partners were exchanged throughout the night.  I had no idea who all we teamed up with and I doubted anyone else did either. I got passed around myself and I had to think to remember all the partners I had. Needless to say, it was a night never to be forgotten.

Next morning we began loading up then said our goodbyes.  Benson and Porter were ready and waiting for Lonnie and Logan to say goodbye to everyone so they could ride back with them.  I wondered if they had been fucked by everyone they said goodbye to. I saw the two boys heading towards Benson’s pickup but suddenly Logan came back in the room where Jason and I were checking the room one last time. When Logan came in Jason left us alone.

“I wanted to say a special goodbye,” the boy said.

“Yes, it has been special,” I said.

“You taught me so much; I’ll never forget you, Brad,” he said.

“No, you won’t, I won’t let you. I’m going to send you a package with some sexy underwear, remember?”

“I can’t wait.”

I smiled.  “It looked like you put everything you learned to good use last night.”

“I never dreamed anything like last night could ever happen in real life, especially to me,” he said.

“That was a first for me, too.  A first for everybody, I’m sure.” I ruffled his hair.  “How many times did you get fucked?”

“Six times!  It was great! I wish one of those times had been you, but it didn’t work out that way. Levi fucked me, though. Godd, he’s gorgeous, and I couldn’t believe what a huge cock he has. Oakley fucked me, too.  He is so hot! He’s rough but it was good. And I let Lonnie do it, and he let me fuck him. Benson and Porter both fucked me so now, with Lonnie, I’ll have somebody to have sex with. The best was with Kyle, knowing he’s your son.”

“I’m glad you had such a great time,” I said.

“I came back in to tell you a special goodbye, Brad….I wanta kiss you goodbye and I didn’t wanta do it in front of everyone.”

I kicked the door shut and took the boy in my arms.  He felt so good and he was so passionate. I felt him hardening and I eased us apart. 

“They’re gonna know how special our goodbye was,” I joked.

“When you send the package can I use the return address and write to you?”

“Yes, I would like knowing what’s going on in your life.”

Just then the door opened.  It was Kyle, wondering where I was.

“We’re getting ready to pull out, Dad,” he said, and closed the door again.

I gave Logan a peck on the forehead and we left the room. Outside, we finished our goodbyes and everyone went his own way. I was saddened by the sad look on Logan’s face when he climbed in Benson’s truck.

Jason and I were the last to leave. I was driving.

“Geezuss, what the hell happened last night,” he said.

“I doubt anybody will ever figure it out.  It’d be mind boggling to put the pieces together,” I said.

“Well, while you’re working on that, I’m going to sack out. Those young bucks damn near killed me.”

I didn’t stop till it was time for lunch, when I pulled into a truck stop. It was funny; Jason was so beat that he didn’t notice the waitresses or a couple of truckers taking notice of him. After lunch he took the wheel. I was still thinking about last night, and specifically about Logan.

“Would you be hurt if I took a young lover?” I asked. It was out of the blue, even for me.

He smiled, without looking around.  “No more hurt than I am surprised,” he said.

“I meant if you happen to go first,” I said.

“By the time I go, do you think you’ll be able to handle a young lover?” he chided me.  Then he asked with a mischievous grin, “You got anybody in mind?”

“No, just thinking out loud.”

“You lie. You’re talking about that young stud, Logan.  Thing is, by the time I’m dead and gone he probably won’t be a young stud anymore. So why wait?  You want a young lover on hand, send for him.”

To be continued...