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Friday, October 4, 2013
Lunbering Jacks., Just Horsing Around.
Story taken from Lumbering Jacks
Story By Dick Clinton
One summer while living at the Lumber Camp, I went to visit with one of my friends stationed at the Ranger Station on Mt Peak in the Colorado mountain range. Rodger, my ranger friend, began telling me about a herd of horses that were being driven down the valley to the nearby town. This coming week was ‘Frontier Days’ and most of the town’s people were preparing for the annual rodeo, the center of entertainment. “Lots of cowboy meat,” he said.
My interest suddenly perked up. I loved cowboys in all their tight jeans showing off their big dicks and tight asses.
“There’s a herd now heading down the nearby valley and I need to check to see if they are okay, and to remind them about fire hazards. Would you like to drive down there with me to check them out? I want to take them some extra drinking water and other supplies. If you are interested I’ll be leaving as soon as we dress and load up the jeep.”
“Yes, I’d like to go along but I need to contact the lumber camp to let them know of my plans,” I said. “Wow, this could be fun,” I thought to myself as I dressed.
It didn't take long for us to load up the jeep and to give a quick call to the lumber camp explaining my intentions. Rodger took along some extra water, food, and medical supplies. We headed down the narrow dusty road over small grades. At one point we had to go through a small creek with water as deep as the middle of the rim on the tires.
We arrived at a small clearing by the edge of a large meadow where they’d set up camp for the evening. It was a scene out of the ‘Old West’. They even had a covered wagon stored with supplies, and where the cook prepared the meals. A small campfire was burning, and a coffee pot hung from one side while a small rabbit was roasting on the open fire. The cook was dressed in a white apron and a small white cook’s hat placed on his head. Two men were squatting near the fire, and another one was sitting on a downed tree. They looked up in surprise as we pulled up to the side of the wagon. One of the men, probably the boss, stood and came towards us as we stopped the jeep.
“Howdy, Ranger. What can we do for you?” the boss man said with a thick cowboy drawl.
He was an older, well-built man, about 50. There was a hint of a beard on his weathered face. He was wearing a plaid checkered shirt topped with a brown leather vest, dirty tight jeans and scuffed brown western boots. There was a definite large bulge showing under his jeans as the heavy belt holding a holster and gun emphasized the image and size of his dick. A small piece of an unlit cigar hung from one corner of his mouth.
“Howdy,” Rodger echoed back at the big man as we hopped from the jeep and started to unload the supplies. He motioned for me to help him with the water bottles.
“I thought maybe you could use some fresh drinking water and a few supplies. I know you should arrive in town in the next day or so but I figured they might come in handy.”
“That’s mighty kind of ya, stranger,” the boss man said.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I guess there are still real cowboys out there after all. He held out his hand to help Rodger while the cook came over to unload the other boxes of food. He headed back to the covered wagon and set it down, sorting through and looking at the fresh supplies.
“Thanks,” he said as he continued his exploration of the box.
“I understand you and your men are taking some horses down through the valley to town for the rodeo this week. I wanted to see if I could help and wanted to remind you that it is very dry this time of the year so be very careful of fires. I don’t want anyone hurt,” Rodger instructed in a friendly way. “I’m Captain Ross, the local ranger, and this is Lance Woods, Jack Woods’ youngest son from Lumber Camp #1, just over that hill a few miles. He wanted to see what real horsemen looked like. They have a few horses in their stable at the lumber camp where he lives. He is a pretty good horseman himself. ”
The older man explained to us that he was the crew boss and had five other men with him including the cook. Two were out now watching over the herd of 50 horses. His name was Sam Huston. He told us they called him ‘Big Sam’. I think I knew why they called him that by the looks of the big impression in his tight jeans. Perhaps I’d have the chance to find out someday.
He introduced us to the other two men now at the campsite, Cliff and Clint, who were twin brothers. They were polite young men of about 25 years, and they both stood to shake our hands as we were introduced. Although they were not identical, they looked so much alike that it would be hard to tell them apart, even in the daylight. Except for different color bandanas around their necks, they dressed very much alike.
We all sat around the campfire as the sun was going down and a bright full moon lit up the evening sky. It was quiet in the valley except for the sounds of birds and the cry of a coyote in the distant hills. A soft warm breeze moved through the nearby trees like a soft whisper in the night.
I was engrossed in conversation with the men when Rodger looked at his watch and suggested we head back to the ranger station for the night. Sam looked over at me and asked if I’d like to stay the night and ride with them in the early morning. They could use another good rider, and I could go as far as the highway overpass.
Rodger thought that I might like to stay and suggested that one of the rangers could leave my jeep by the side of the road for my ride back to the lumber camp.
I was all excited over the suggestion. Rodger could see how much I wanted to join them. So we all agreed on the plans. Rodger started up his jeep and headed up the hill to the tower. Sam said he could fix me up with a riding horse and saddle the next morning and I could share one of the bedrolls with some of the men.
They kept the fire going as we chatted and told stories. It was getting late and I could tell the men were tired and ready to hit the sack. They were sleeping on the ground in bedrolls and because I didn't have one I was to share one with Cliff. I didn't mind that at all because both of the twins were real hunks.
We all headed to the edge of the camp to take a piss before returning to the bedrolls beside the fire. We took off our boots, and then Cliff stripped off naked and crawled under the double bed roll where we were to sleep together. I gladly took off my clothes too and slid under the cover. It wasn’t too cool yet and our naked bodies felt nice as quietness fell over the camp. I was looking forward to tomorrow’s ride and fell asleep looking up at the bright stars twinkling in the black sky above me.
Cliff awakened me as he curled his arms around me as if to keep warm. I welcomed his warm body and pulled his arms closer to me. It wasn't very long after our body contact that I felt a hard dick pressing against my buttocks and a slight nudge of his rough beard against my shoulder. I moved slightly backwards to meet his body, as I knew he wanted to fuck my ass. I moved back once more as his arm curled around my body and his hard dick searched for the opening of my ass. I pulled my buttocks apart as the head of his dick found my hole and moved in slowly. His oozing pre-cum lubricated my anus just before it went all the way to the hilt. It went in very nicely and felt great. I trembled a bit as he held me still, enjoying the warmth of my body.
I was wondering if this was something that he and his twin brother would perform each night before sleeping. If so, I thought it was exciting. I slid back on his dick and once again, it went all the way in. It felt like a nice dick. He continued to move out to the edge of my asshole, then all the way back in with a slow but gentle move.
I was afraid to look over at the other men sleeping very nearby. I wondered if Sam would be upset if he knew what was going on but I was enjoying the feel of Cliff’s nice dick in me. He moved slow and easy so as not to cause any disturbance. I let him use my ass as he needed because I was enjoying his long deep strokes. I felt his heavy warm breathing in my ear as he fucked me. His breath was sweet like the coffee he had been drinking that evening.
His lips softly brushed my ear and his tongue would wander down my earlobe while his rough beard rubbed against my neck and shoulders adding to the pleasure. His body movements increased and I knew he would soon unload his warm juices into me. I moved along with his bodily rhythm, pulling his strong body against me with every thrust. We were moving together with such excitement I knew someone was bound to hear us. Then he started to tremble and released his manly sperm into my willing body. I could almost feel the gushes of cum hitting my insides.
After several deep penetrating thrusts and several gushes of sperm, his breathing subsided and he fell asleep with his semi-hard cock still in me. The warm juices remained deep inside me. I felt good in his arms and once again I too fell asleep.
I woke again when I felt Cliff pull his soft cock out of my ass. He got up and put on his jeans, shirt, and boots and went into the darkness. He was talking with the other man that I had not met yet. Cliff was relieving him from his watch. I heard him saddling up his horse then trot away from the camp.
The other man, about 40, quietly came into the camp and sat by the fire for a moment and smoked some weed. He took a few puffs and kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his shirt. His stomach muscles glistened in the light of the campfire. I could make out a tattoo on his dark arm muscles as he removed his shirt. He had a strong face and deep cleft in his chin. His face was sunburned making his teeth look as white as snow. He never once looked my way as I watched his every move. He was a rugged-looking man, one I would not like to start a fight with.
He unbuttoned his pants slowly and pulled them down exposing his tight white boxer shorts. He placed his jeans by the bedroll and crawled next to me.
I froze, not moving a muscle. I wonder if he knew I was a stranger in his bed.
He lay on his back and placed his strong muscular arms behind his head and took another puff on the joint. I could sense the manly odor of his armpits along with the smoke. I wanted to bury my face in his arms and lick the sweat from his body. He had long hair under his arms and down the center of his chest. He closed his eyes and took a deep sigh. This man was very sexy and he smelled so great. What should I do?
I started to turn away from him but could not resist looking at his body as he lay next to me. I could feel the excitement in my groin and the throbbing of my hard cock.
He kicked back the bedroll exposing his body down past the waistband on his boxer shorts. I wanted to see what kind of dick this hunk was toting between his legs. I waited for what seemed forever then I put my hand next to his leg. He did not move. Once again I waited then I moved closer to him but he did not stir. I was very excited but thought I had better turn over and get some sleep.
Just before I started to turn over he reached down to my hand and pulled it over to his groin area. I once again froze but now he was aware I was here. I moved my hand to his dick and found it was already hard. And what a dick!! It was big around. I moved under the covers place my mouth to his dick but he turned towards me, took my hips, and flipped me over on my side with my back facing him. He was so strong and did it so fast I was dizzy from the spin.
I thought perhaps I had offended him but I was totally wrong. He pulled my body close to his and with one quick movement he found my asshole. He placed one of his rough fingers in my moist ass as if to inspect it, then pulled his dick from the opening of his boxer shorts and placed it to the opening of my anus.
He was about to shove his cock into me. I held onto his arm as he then carefully put the remainder of his thick cock into my ass. I almost blurted out in pain but his hand quickly covered my mouth. He held me tight while keeping his dick deep in my ass then carefully and slowly released my mouth.
I took a deep breath and tried to relax. He paused, and then started to fuck me with long deep thrusts. I knew he was enjoying the rape of my ass and I was enjoying his strong arms holding me tightly. I began to bite him gently on his hand and arm. He seemed to be surprised at my response and stop plunging his cock into me. He suddenly turned my head around to take a quick look at me.
“Oh my Gawd. Who the fuck are you?” he said in a deep whisper. He immediately stopped his movement and started to pull out of my ass.
I quickly pulled his body back to me and said, “It’s alright, it’s alright. I’m Lance. Just a stranger in the night.” He leaned back to look at my face again and slapped his forehead.
“I thought you were someone else. What the fuck? Where did you come from?”
I backed into him and said, “Let’s continue with this great fuck and I will explain later.”
He looked around at the rest of the men in the camp realizing we might have woken someone. Then he relaxed and held on to me once again but did not move. I started moving back into him and he chuckled and started to fuck me again.
He started slowly at first but knowing I was enjoying his thick dick, continued his movements. He started feeling my body as he fucked me, knowing now I was not Clint the other twin. I guess Clint and Cliff were the ones getting fucked all the time. I was now in Clint’s bed and this hunk thought I was he. I didn't care at this point because this man knew how to fuck. Man, I was enjoying this stranger fucking my ass.
The flicker of the fire had gone down so it was hard to see the other men in the camp. The moon had gone behind the clouds making it much darker. This cowboy pulled back the bedroll, and pushed me to my stomach. I arched my ass up to meet his hard pounding thrust as he started to fuck the hell out of me. I could feel his balls hitting mine with every stroke. I knew by this time he was enjoying my young hot ass and he didn’t care if the whole camp knew.
He fucked me hard and long and much to my disappointment he shot his hot load into me too soon. I took every inch and every drop squeezing it down with the muscles of my ass. He sighed deeply and relaxed his body on me. I gasped at the weight of this hunk that took my breath away. He lifted off me and sat back on my legs with his cock still in my ass. He rubbed my buttocks then gradually pulled his cock from me and gently patted my butt and lay next to me. I opened my eyes to look at my exciting Marlboro man that just fucked me good. He was still sighing after releasing his load. He looked at me and shook his head and smiled.
“I thought you were Clint until you started biting me. Who are you anyway? Cliff never told me we had company, that son of a bitch. Wait until I see him tomorrow. I’ll beat his ass. Or better still, I’ll fuck his ass twice as hard next time.”
I quietly introduced myself and explained the situation. “I didn’t know you were going to rape me, but I didn't mind. You are great sex and I would like to do it again with you when we can really cut loose.”
“I’m Duke, one of the ranch hands for Sam. I've been fucking Clint and Cliff since they were young calves. I thought something was a bit different but I was so horny tonight I didn't take the time to check you out. Sorry if I harmed you but I will say you are a good bronco to ride. Would you like to smoke some weed with me? Let me get some and I will be right back.”
I set quietly on the bedroll wondering to myself what was in store for me the rest of the night horsing around with the other cowboys.
Story by Dick Clinton
Word Count, 3,145, 5/20/2009
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