| 3 Mountain Tales | ||
| (1)
Mountain Man I was hiking in the hills nearby one spring day, when a sudden rainstorm hit. The hill I was on crumbled under me and I felt myself sliding through branches and over rocks as the mud carried me down. All I could do was scream “Help!” knowing there was no one around to hear me. My head hit a tree and I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a cabin. The rain had stopped. A fire was crackling in the fireplace and a warm comforter covered me. I looked around, not knowing how I got there, when the door opened. There was the biggest mountain man I’d ever seen! He was about 6’9” and big as a house. He was balding and his scraggly hair flew off the sides of his head in long wisps, draping over his incredibly broad shoulders. He had deep set, dark eyes hidden behind bushy eybrows over a big hooked nose. Maybe in his early forties. He had a long brown beard that hung over his massive pecs. His chest was huge and expansive, and I could see tufts of dark brown hair at the top of his plaid shirt and over his thick forearms. His stomach was thick, but hard muscled, and his legs were like mighty tree trunks. And he had a bulge in his pants that looked huge. “How you doin?” he asked me. “Better,” I said. “I’m Kody.” He held out his huge bear paw and I shook it. “Pat,” I said. I was feeling an incredible lust for this huge man now, but I didn’t want to show it. He looked powerful and I didn’t want him angry with me. “You sure took quite a fall there.” He tossled my hair and smiled. “I cleaned you up too. Lotta mud on ya.” “Thanks. I guess it was that freaky rainstorm. Lost my footing on the hill.” “Hmm.” Kody stood up and walked over to the fireplace. He was massive and all of it was muscle. The tighness of his body through his clothes could not be hidden. As I pictured what his hairy body must be like, I started getting hard, tenting the comforter a little. “Lot’s of freaky things in these woods,” he said. “Like what?” I asked. “Rainstorms, big bears... me.” He looked at me and smiled. “How’d you end up here?” I asked. “I used to live in L.A. When I was younger I got into bodybuilding. Took a lot of prizes, but I wanted more out of life. I found this spot in the woods and discovered that the longer I stayed here, the bigger, more muscular and stronger I got. It helped me take all the best trophies, but I wanted to be even bigger, and even stronger. Pretty soon, I was gettin’ too big to compete. When I turned 35 I moved out here and I built myself this cabin.” “You sure do look big, Kody.” “Yeah,” he said. “I’m damn big, son.” He unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his massive, hairy pecs. He took a deep breath and his chest expanded and flexed. I wanted to run my fingers through that hair. I wanted to stroke that thick beard and squeeze his muscles. My cock twitched. He noticed that and said, “Get over here, boy.” Naked I crossed to him. he towered over me and I could smell his raw male sexuality. He was a huge sweaty stud, hairy and solid. He flexed his pecs. “Taste ‘em, boy.” I reached up and squeezed the mountains of hairy muscle. I flicked my tongue over his hard nipples and took each one carefully into my mouth, licking the hair and muscle. “YEAH, BOY! LICK THOSE HAIRY PECS. BIG FUCKIN’ HAIRY MUSCLE, BOY!” Kody slipped the shirt off over his incredible shoulders and I could see that his whole body was covered in mats of thick dark hair. His arms were huge. They had to be easily 35” around unflexed. His abs were like huge bricks of hairy muscle. He turned around I saw his broad back. Lats flared out like slabs of beef, covered in fur and his traps raised up high beside his thick neck. He spread his back and it expanded like huge wings of muscle. I felt the thickness of his body and smelled more of his sweat. He faced me and raised his guns in an awesome double-biceps, each arm bigger than his head and thick peaks rose. I felt each arms, hung on each arm and began licking the sweat in his pits. “YEAH! LICK THIS SWEATY MUSCLEMAN, BOY! EAT THIS HUGE BEAR MUSCLE!” I licked and chewed on every solid inch of this massive mountain man. Then he picked me up in one huge, hairy hand and his lips met mine. His tongue swirled in my mouth and I pulled his chest hair while he kissed me hard and deep. I chewed on his thick beard and squeezed his massive powerful biceps while he held me. After a while he put me down. “Let me show you how strong these muscles are, boy.” He took me outside and walked over to a fallen tree. It had to be at least 100 feet long and it dwarfed Kody’s 6’9” frame with it’s width. “I like workin out with this tree,” he said. “It’s damn heavy, but I get a good pump with it.” He thrust his huge hands under the tree and in one swift movement lifted the giant redwood into the air. He pressed it over his head and pumped out rep after freaky rep. Twenty, thirty, forty reps with a tree that had to weigh 2 tons! Barely breaking a sweat. When he was done, the tree came crashing to the ground and Kody stood there, slicked with sweat, the hair on his massive bulging muscles matted down. He flexed his gargantuan arms and they seemed twice as big! His chest was so pumped his chin rested on it, the beard pointing almost straight out over the thick shelf of his pecs. My cock was throbbing hard and dripping precum and I noticed the bulge in his pants stretching further out. “Get pretty worked up doin that. Better let this monster out.” He unzipped his pants and his half-hard dick, flopped out. “Yeah! Only 12 inches now. Come here and get it really big for me, boy!” He stood there with his hands on his hips and looked incredibly thick and muscled and sexy. I went to him and knelt down, smelling the sweat from his hairy crotch. His cock bounced up and down as I flicked my tongue around the head, teasing the monster shaft and licking his hairy balls as big as oranges. Kody threw his head back in ecstasy as I took his cock into my mouth, feeling it flex in my mouth and grow longer and thicker. Finally, my mouth couldn’t contain any more of the huge dick and I pulled back. “YEAH! EIGHTEEN FUCKIN INCHES OF MUSCLEBEAR COCK! YOU LIKE THAT BIG COCK, DON’TCHA, BOY?!” “Fuck, you’re huge!” I gazed at the monster dick flexing in front of my face. “You’re gonna take it, too.” he said. “You’ll split me in half!” I cried. “Believe me, I really know how to fuck with this. It’ll feel like butter in that tight little ass, boy” He picked me up in his superhuman arms and carried me back inside. He put me on the bed and started lubing up my asshole. First one, then two then three of his huge calloused fingers. He kissed me while he loosened me up and I felt my ass relax in his hands. Then he slowly worked the head of his massive dong into my ass. He stayed hard as a rock as he worked it in carefully, until I felt his pubes brushing my sensitive hole. He entered me slowly and pumped his huge meat into me tenderly, kissing me as I felt his thick hard arms and hairy pecs. He stood up and pulled me up and down on his massive prick, then carried me to the rug in front of the fireplace, then knelt down as I rode his muscledick. He flexed his arms and I held on as I pulled myself up and down on his hard cock. “WORK FUCKIN’ HARD FOR THIS BODY, BOY! FEEL THESE FUCKIN’ HUGE MUSCLES!” He flexed his massive pecs as I squeezed the twin mountains of thick striated muscle. His massive pumped shoulders were like basketballs. His whole hairy body was ripped and rock hard. “YEAH! RIDE THIS MUSCLESTUD’S COCK, BOY! YOU FEEL SO GOOD, BOY! MY BIG DONG SLIDIN’ IN AND OUT OF YOU! GONNA SHOOT THIS BIG STUD COCK IN YER ASS, BOY! YEEEAAAHHH!” I squeezed my ass around the thick cock and felt him shooting floods of hot cum deep in me. My own cock spasmed as my prostate was rubbed by the thrusts of this mountain man, and I shot a huge load into the hairy pecs towering over me. We lay there for a long time, kissing and touching. When I left, I made sure I knew the exact location of Kody’s cabin. I wanted to make sure I could find again in another rainstorm... (2) “Damn this piece of junk!” I slapped my bare palm down angrily on the hot metal hood of my seventeen year old station wagon. I couldn’t believe the thing broke down for the third time since I left Mobile early yesterday morning. I was lucky the other two times. The car had enough sense the first time to break down in a small town just inside the Alabama border. The second time it was in a suburb of Atlanta. But now? Shit, I was driving through the Blue Ridge Mountains of northern Georgia and I hadn’t passed through a town for the last twenty miles or so. The only road sign I could remember seeing was at the last crossroads. It pointed out the direction of some hick town 11 miles down a dirt road called ‘Deadman’s Hollow’. The area hauntingly reminded me of a movie I once saw about a small group of guys rafting down a river. I was expecting some genetically challenged redneck to step out of the woods any minute, asking me to bend over while banjo music drifted softly through the pine tops. As I stood there next to my broken-down automobile, trying to figure out what to do before it got too dark, an old blue-colored pick-up truck appeared from around the bend up ahead. Since it was already late in the afternoon, I ventured to wave the driver down and ask for help. The blue pick-up pulled up behind my car and the door on the driver’s side opened with a loud squeal. A tanned muscular native in his early thirties stepped out and sauntered towards me. “Can I help you?” he slurred. The man’s face sprouted a three-day beard. My eyes full immediately on the tuft of thick dark-blonde chest hair that peeked out of the top of his oil-stained tee-shirt. I glanced down towards his crotch, but couldn’t see an outline of his equipment. The dirty army fatigues he was wearing were too baggy. But damn, the dude was hot! I could feel my dick stirring in its nest. Hell, what am doing? This guy is a redneck. A redneck. A straight redneck! Wake-up Andy! Don’t do anything stupid if you want to get out of these mountains alive! “How are you doing?” I answered, trying to be as friendly as possible under the circumstances, “something seems to be the matter with my car. Could you maybe take a look at it or give me a ride to the next town or something?” “Sure thing!” The man walked over to the front of my vehicle and lifted the hood. My brain was sending messages down to my cock again as he bent over, the thin cotton cloth of his army pants stretching to a bursting point over his globular ass-cheeks. I wanted to drop to my knees in front of his brawny ass and.... “Uh, I think you got a fucked up carburetor bud!” His baritone voice snapped me out of my daydream. “I got some tools over at my place, if you wanna come along. The only thing is, I can’t fix it till tomorrow. Too late in the day to get started on taking the whole thing apart. You can sleep over at my place.” “Well, I really need to get a motel room before it gets too late,” I answered, not sure if I was safe at his house, “could you give me a lift to the nearest phone so that I can call a tow-truck?” “No need to call a tow-truck.” Damn that smile of his! “That’ll cost you an arm and a leg bubba! Like I said, you can spend the night over at my place. I got a spare room and I can call my cousin over to help out in the morning to get your carburetor back in business. He’s a real good mechanic and fixes everybody’s cars in these here parts.” “But I don’t want to impose. I mean, on you and your family!” “Shoot! I ain’t married no more,” he snickered, “my wife done left me five years ago when I got out of the army. I live all by myself. Well, that is except my old hound dog Jesse. But he don’t mind company!” “But....” “Besides,” he interrupted me, “there ain’t no motel within about fifty miles of here. So you really ain’t got no other chance buddy!” “I guess I don’t, do I? But I really don’t want to put you to any trouble. I can pay you for your help.” “Just get your things and hop into my truck!” I got my overnight stuff out of my car and locked all the doors. “You gotta get in on my side,” the country man said, as I started to walk towards his pick-up, “the door’s been busted ever since I bought the damn thing from my third cousin Leonard a few years ago. Or you can crawl through the window.” “I think I’ll use the driver’s side.” The man pried open the driver’s door for me. There was that loud screech again. “Damn, I gotta get that thing greased one of these doors. Getting louder by the week!” I crawled over to the passenger side. The seat was worn out and the springs were sticking out. I had to maneuver my rear end until I found a painless seating position. “Uh, by the way, my name’s Talbot,” he said, as we started in the direction of his house. He offered his big hand to me. “Yeah,” I answered, shaking his callused hand, “name’s Andy. I really appreciate your hospitality man!” Damn! That bump in the road hurt! “So watcha doin’ in our neck of the woods Andy? You got kin here or something?” “Naw, I go to college in Charlotte, North Carolina. I was down in Alabama visiting my parents.” “So,” he smiled, “you one of them college students. How old are you man?” “Just turned nineteen about a month ago. Why?” “Just nosey I guess. You hungry little buddy?” “Yeah,” I responded, “I haven’t eaten since this morning.” “I ain’t the best cook,” Talbot retorted, “not nearly as good as my wife was, but I got some leftovers from lunch I can warm up for you. You drink beer?” “Sure. Who doesn’t?” “Didn’t wanna offend you just in case you was religious or something. Bought a whole case earlier this afternoon at the store. It ought to be cold by now sitting in the icebox all of this time. I’m thirsty myself. Can’t wait to get me some!” He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of his dirty tee-shirt. “You smoke Andy?” he said, shoving the opened pack in my direction. “Naw, that’s one thing I don’t do.” “You’re smart then. Damn things gettin’ too expensive.” He stuck a cigarette between his lips and lit it. “Can’t hardly afford ‘em anymore. Guess I’ll have to give ‘em up!” We drove another half an hour in silence. Talbot smoked one cigarette after another. Suddenly we made a sharp turn to the right and headed down a narrow dirt driveway. “There’s my place up ahead!” We entered a clearing and stopped in front of an ancient log cabin. A red hound dog burst out from under the front porch and jumped up unto the hood of our pick-up truck. “That’s Jesse,” Talbot explained, sliding out of his seat and hugging the dog, “he don’t bite. He just barks. Just don’t pay him no mind and he’ll disappear back under the porch.” I crawled out of the truck after Talbot. The dog came up and stuck his wet sloppy nose up into my crotch and began to sniff. “Damn Jesse!” his master exclaimed, pulling him away from me, “look at what you done did to the man’s clean pants! Done got dog snot all over the front of ‘em!” He gave Jesse a light whack. The dog whimpered and scooted under the truck. “Sorry about that Andy. Damn dog done messed up your clothes. You got another pair with you?” “Uh, no I don’t,” I sighed, “my clothes are in the trunk of my car.” “Too far to go get you some more tonight.” Talbot threw his last cigarette on the ground and stomped it out with his foot. “I can go ahead and throw them pants of yours in the washing machine. They’ll be done and dry by tomorrow by the time I’m done with your car. Follow me!” I followed my host up the rickety wooden steps. The front door was wide open. Evidently you don’t have to lock up out here in the mountains when you’re away. “Go ahead and have a seat out here on the porch.” Talbot motioned to one of the wooden rockers. “The damn house is too hot inside during the day to relax in and I ain’t got no air conditioner. You wanna a beer now Andy?” Before I could answer, Talbot opened the ancient rusted refrigerator that was on the porch and handed me a can of cold beer. “You wanna take them pants of yours off so’s I can throw them in the washer before I heat up our supper?” “Where?” I asked. “Here on the porch.” “I mean, where can I get undressed?” “Out here. On the porch. Ain’t nobody gonna see ya man.” I felt a bit awkward stripping down on a somebody’s front porch. I could feel blood rising up the back of my neck as I began undoing my trousers. “You embarrassed or something Andy? You’re turning all red!” “Uh.... “Hell,” Talbot laughed, “I told you, ain’t nobody gonna see you except me and old Jesse. You can walk around all day in your underwear if you want to. I do it all the time. Sometimes even buck naked!” Now that I’d like to see! “Okay then,” I said, turning around and sliding my pants down my legs. I could feel Talbot glaring at me. “Shit Andy! If it’ll make you feel any better, I’ll strip down too. I reckon it’s time to wash my pants again too!” I turned back around in time to see him slide his fatigues down his legs. “You got some really hairy legs there Andy, for just being nineteen,” Talbot blurted out, as he stepped out of his army pants and approached me in his underwear and work-boots. I could feel my face flushing again. “You sure you ain’t no older bubba?” “Uh....” I stuttered, “Yeah. I’m really just nineteen. I guess I inherited it from my dad.” “Shit!” Talbot stood in front of me now and stroked the fur on my thigh. “You are a real hairy little fucker!” I looked down at the man’s crotch. His dick was soft. There were three yellow piss stains on the front of his underwear. “You ain’t exactly hairless,” I retorted, pointing to the fur that covered his well-developed legs. “I’m a helluva lot older then you man,” he chuckled, “a man ain’t a man in these parts if he ain’t got hair all over him! Now gimme them pants of yours and I’ll go throw them in the washer.” Talbot disappeared into the cabin with both of our trousers in his arms. “I’m gonna have to compliment you man, these are the best pork chops and greens that I’ve ever eaten!” “Thanks Andy,” Talbot answered, sucking on a toothpick. We were sitting at a wooden picnic table in our underwear out in the front yard. The setting sun was blood-red. Both of our plates were licked bare except for the gnawed off bones of the pork chops. “But like I said, I ain’t nearly as good a cook as my ex-wife was. Now that woman could cook! I guess that’s why she gained so much damn weight after we married.” “I would too,” I responded, “if I ate like this everyday! How the hell do you keep your weight down?” “I got me a set of weights around back of the house. Plus, I go hunting a lot. Don’t usually take the truck. Just use my feet.” “Yeah. I thought you must have worked out. You’re built pretty good.” “Yup,” Talbot answered, rolling back the right arm of his tee-shirt and flexing his huge biceps, “started lifting weights when I was in the military. Ain’t never quit. That’s the damn secret. You can’t quit once you start or it all goes to fat. Know what I mean?” “I’ve never really gotten into working out with weights man. I’m more of a bookworm I guess.” “But you ain’t exactly flabby Andy.” “I swim a lot. I’m a member of the school’s swimming team.” “We got a swimming hole down in the hollow,” Talbot popped open another can of beer. “but mostly kids go there.” He lifted the can up to his mouth and took a swallow. “Ain’t nothing like a cold can of beer! You wanna see my equipment?” See your equipment? “Uh...what do you mean?” I stammered out. “My weight lifting stuff, around back! What the fuck did you think?” Yeah, what the fuck was I thinking? Talbot led me around to the rear of the old house. There under a large carport was a virtual gym of various weights and dumbbells along with three different benches. “You really are set up man,” I said, “you work out all by yourself?” “Most of the time,” he answered, walking over to the largest weight bench, “sometimes my cousin Tommy comes over and we mess around. Why don’t you get on the bench here and I’ll spot you Andy. Let’s see how strong you are man?” “I’m not really in the mood.” “Aw come on man! I just wanna see how much strength you got in them swimmer’s arms of yours.” I laid down on the padded bench. I could see by the pounds on the plates that the barbell was much too heavy for me. Talbot placed himself behind my head. I could look up and see the underside of the fat bulge of his white briefs. “Come on now Andy my man! Lift it for me!” I pushed upward, but couldn’t even budge the damn thing. Talbot move in a little loser until he was straddled over my face. If he wasn’t wearing a pair of BVDs, I swear I would have been able to look up into his asshole. The rancid sweaty odor of his crotch drifted into my nostrils. “Put some juice into it man!” he coached, grabbing the barbell. “Sorry man,” I grunted, “it’s too much weight for me.” Then he placed it back on the rack. “You’re punier then I thought,” Talbot snickered, “if you was to live with me, I’d have you up to par in no time little buddy!” He slapped me playfully on my shoulder. “Come on and let’s get us another can of beer.” I couldn’t sleep. The combination of Talbot’s snoring in the next room and the haunting memory of the man’s crotch straddling my face kept me awake. The clock on the nightstand read 1:22 AM. My dick was as hard as a rock and begged for release. I slid my right hand under the elastic of my underwear and pulled my throbbing cock out. I closed my eyes as I began to slowly pull the foreskin back. I hadn’t taken a shower since I left my parents place and I could already smell myself. But it wasn’t unpleasant. I rubbed my thumb and pointer finger around the ridge of my swollen dick and lifted them up to my nose. The ripe odor reminded me of the smell coming from Talbot’s briefs. I smeared the moistness under my nose and returned my hand back to my cock. My hand was moving up and down. Up and down. I visualized Talbot lowering his stinking crotch down into my face. My hand was moving faster. The big mountain man was forcing me to suck on the yellow stains in the front of his underwear. ‘Yeah’, I began to moan out, ‘yeah, oh yeah. Lemme suck on it. Yeah. Lemme see your dick big guy! Lemme suck on your big fat dick!’ I suddenly stopped. I was a perfectionist. I needed to know what his dick looked like so I could complete my fantasy and get off. Talbot was still sawing logs in his bedroom. An idea came to me. Maybe I could get a quick glimpse of the man’s dick while he was asleep. Then I could hop back in bed and finish off my jack-off session. I quietly slid out of my bed and tip-toed towards the man’s bedroom door. It was ajar, but not enough that I could squeeze through. I pushed it gently in but the damn thing began to squeal almost as loud as the door of the old pick-up truck. I quickly spit on the top hinge and the sound deadened. I was able to enter Talbot’s room. The moon shone brightly through the opened window. The muscule-hunk lay sprawled out on the double-bed. A white sheet modestly covered his midsection. His chest and legs were naked. On the floor, near the foot of the old metal framed-bed, lay his briefs and tee-shirt. His gray socks were shoved into the tops of his work-boots. I stole over to the articles of clothing and picked up the tee-shirt first. It reeked pleasantly of Talbot’s sweat. I lifted it up to my nose and took a long deep whiff. My dick sprung to attention at the man’s pungent body odor. I dropped the shirt, lifted up the pair of briefs and opened them up to the crotch section. I discovered a variety of male stains inside along with two of the man’s bristly pubic hairs. I removed the hairs and stuck them into the pocket of my tee-shirt for later use. Just knowing that I had a couple of souvenirs from his crotch area caused my dick to squirt a wad of sticky pre-cum into the front of my BVDs. I held the inside Talbot’s stained underwear in my face. I stuck my tongue out and licked across the piss-stained area of the cloth, savoring the briny taste of a real man’s dried-up piss. I wanted to pull my throbbing dick out and whack-off then and there. But why be satisfied with just his underwear when the real thing was just a couple of yards away? Should I? Damn, it was too risky! What if he were to wake up? The man would beat me to a fucking pulp! But I was horny. Hornier then I’d ever been in my life. I could just take a peek! You know, the glimpse I originally came in for. Okay. Yeah. That’s what I’ll would do. Check out Talbot’s equipment, sneak the dirty brief’s out to my room, whack-off and then toss them back through the bedroom door. The fucker’ll never know what happened! I laid the brief’s on the chair near the door and slinked back to the bed. The man was sawing logs like there was no tomorrow. I gently lifted the sheet. My hands were trembling. Damn! There it was! Talbot’s big fat uncut prick resting on top of his bloated scrotum and framed in with a dense growth of curly pubic hair. I stood there staring at it, trying to burn the image into my memory. My dick was pulsating. My hand began to stroke it uncontrollably. I wanted to get off while staring at Talbot’s big prick. I needed to get off. My balls were aching. I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled my throbbing dick out and began abusing it. Talbot grunted. I wave of terror swept over me. Was he waking up? I stood there frozen. His arm raised up, but then dropped and rested on his chest. After what seemed like a small eternity, the man returned to his snoring and my hand went back to stroking. I was getting closer and closer to orgasm. Talbot moaned again. This time his hand moved down towards his bush. He subconsciously began to scratch his crotch hair. As he did his soft prick began to harden until it was fully inflated. The swollen head forced the fleshy hood half-way back. Talbot’s moist piss-slit was suddenly fully exposed. It glistened in the bright moonlight. Then his hand went back to his chest and the snoring resumed. The insane urge to smell the tip of his dick overcame me. I dropped to my knees and silently crawled to the side of the bed. I was within inches of the snoring man’s crotch. I lowered my face over his genitals and inhaled deeply. The rich ripe odor of male dick raped my nose. My right hand found its way back to my leaking prick. I stuck my tongue out and touched the wet hole of Talbot’s cock. I began licking the slit, cleaning it of all its stale piss. The man moaned. His prick jerked. I gently sucked in the large mushroom-like cockhead. Talbot moaned again. My tongue pushed the fleshy foreskin all the way back until I could feel the bumpy ridge of the dick-head. His prick tasted ripe. And gamy. My hand left my dick and moved up to Talbot’s ballsack. I tenderly stroked the wrinkled chamois-like skin. He had a pair of nuts that a king would be envious of. I pulled my mouth off of his cock-head and pressed my face against his over-sized scrotum. My left hand grasped his hard fuckpole by the root and began moving the abundant foreskin up and down as I sucked one of his fat balls into my hungry mouth. Pre-cum was oozing out of his piss-hole and wetting my hand, making a sloshing sound as I masturbated him. The big man grunted. I let his big nut slide out of my mouth and pushed his foreskin all the way up, until his swollen dickhead was totally covered. A pool of white dick-snot formed in the mouth-like opening. I stuck the tip of my tongue into the pool and drew it back. The pre-cum formed a long string that snapped and landed on my chin. “Oh yeah darlin’!” Talbot’s deep voice startled the shit out of me. Suddenly I felt his large bear-like left hand resting on the top of my head. “Sweet darlin’! Do daddy’s dick for him!” Was the fucker awake? I glanced up, but couldn’t really tell. He appeared to still be asleep. But whatever state he was in, he seemed to be enjoying what I was doing to his dick. So I continued. I opened my mouth again and engulfed his huge glans head past the ridge. He sighed and mumbled something unintelligently. I worked my lips down the long shaft. His hand pressed on the back of my head, forcing me to swallow more and more of his fuckpole until I could feel the head of it banging against the rear of my throat. A gagging sensation overcame me. I needed air, but he was pushing down too hard. I couldn’t get up. I couldn’t breath. “Darlin’! Daddy’s coming!” Talbot’s fat dick erupted in my mouth spewing hot searing ropes of sperm down my heaving throat. I could feel both of his hands on my head now. He was holding me down, as his dick continued unloading. Another spasm. Another stream of cum. And another. And then it was all over. Talbot was spent. He grunted and let his hands fall to his sides. And then he went back to snoring. I pulled my mouth off of his softening prick and got back on my feet. I felt a sudden sloppiness, a wetness in the front of my briefs, as I hurried back to the safety my room. I had cum too, in the middle of his orgasm. And I hadn’t even touched myself. “You sure I can’t pay you for fixing my car man?” I asked once again, as I rolled my window down. “I was glad to oblige,” Talbot answered, “now you be sure to stop on in again whenever you drive through this here neck of the woods. You got a friend. You hear?” “I said I would.” I started driving my car real slow. Talbot walked along the side, accompanying me to the main road. “And, oh by the way,” he said, slapping the top of my car’s roof with his hand as I stopped at the end of his driveway, “here’s a little roadside snack I prepared, should you get hungry before you get home.” “Thanks again Talbot!” I waved out of the window, as I turned unto the road. I could see the big mountain man in my rearview mirror, waving an endless goodbye. “Damn these mountain folks,” I began, reaching into the brown lunch-bag that Talbot handed me, “if they don’t all have hearts of gold! I wonder what the big hunk packed for my lunch?” I pulled out Talbot’s piss-stained briefs. The word “Thanks” was scribbled across the front with a black magic-marker. (3) Mountain Boy "Homecoming" If there is a flat spot in Harlan County, it is unknown to most of the folks that live there. The County is that part of Southeast Kentucky that is smack in the middle of the mountains. Hazard is the county seat and my family lives not that far from Hazard. Most of the people that call Hazard home are either scrub farmers, make & run moonshine or work for the Blue Diamond Mining Company. The mines have devoured a lot of the young men of Hazard and I guess if my father had not worked for the state highway department he, Donald and I might have too. Donald was my older brother. My grandfather died of Black Lung disease and the family was still trying to get Blue Diamond to settle in a class action lawsuit brought by the many men that suffered from the disease brought on by inadequate ventilation and poor safety procedures. Mountain folk are at the lower end of the economic ladder and can’t afford fancy lawyers so the ACLU is all they have. Poor people are often left in the wakes of the more affluent that seem to take little notice of them. I was luckier then a lot of guys my age when I joined the Army and left the mountains but not for good. Born in the mountains, they are always a part of you. It’s like the old saying, “you can take the boy out of the farm but you can’t take the farm out of the boy.” It’s the same with mountain boys we never really leave them. I spent a satisfying career in the Army, traveled the world and survived the Korean and Viet Nam wars. I guess it was Viet Nam that really brought back yearning memories of the mountains around Hazard. Letters from home said pretty much the same thing and there were no real changes to be excited over but deep inside the pull was there since I was getting close to the end of my career and I had never really cared for big cities, too much noise and people. Crawling through the rice paddies fertilized with animal and human excrement was disgusting and the Cong knew if they were patient some poor hardly out of training camp kid would stand up and they had a perfect shot. It was times like those that really made me yearn for the cool mountains of home. Hell, I would have settled for any mountains. Seeing all of those healthy young studs getting blown away was heart breaking and that was not because I was gay and they were young and lusty with hard muscled bodies and thick meat. Just the thought of the families that would never see them alive again and for what was the most disturbing thing. The country called, we went and we died. Those that survived learned a healthier respect for life. I learned one thing in Nam, being gay was a bastard and you tried to avoid forming any attachments. Christ, most gay dudes lead with their cocks and they weren’t always that careful. My main concern was doing my tour and transferring back home where I could retire and forget the rice paddies, cutting bamboo, booby traps and the young men that dropped alongside of you from some sneaky sharpshooter. I dreamed of the mountains and my heart ached to be walking in them again breathing in the cool clean air. Sometimes I would dream of the time I caught my brother, Donald, beating off in the outhouse and I’d wake up my cock steel hard, oozing pre-cum and wished I could be watching him rather then being in a stinking foxhole with some horny dude you didn’t want to get to know that well. Donald got all pissed when I caught him that time in the outhouse but I later thought he liked me watching cause he left hints where he was going to be like out in the barn or by the corn crib. Sure enough I’d see him and beat my meat while I watched him. I was sure he knew but he never said anything. In school me and some of my buddies jerked off together in the locker room or under the fire escape steps and I knew then I liked boys and not girls. Watching Donald was the most fun and I only wished he would do it with me so I could get a good look at his cock, it must have been about 2” longer and thicker then mine and I wasn’t lacking in the meat department. Never did though and I forgot about it after I left home. The worst case of the hornies I had was outside of DaNang. My old foxhole buddy Harold had finished his tour and was shipped home, we knew how to take care of each other. A new young kid was assigned to fill his place. I bitched at the CO about it telling him a 1st Class Sgt rated more then a greenhorn private but it didn’t do any good, manpower was short. The kids name was Orville and he came from Tucson, Arizona. He had brown hair and eyes and was really well built; even under the flack jacket you could tell that. Tall and sort of lanky with smoldering eyes. He had dug the hole deep but a little small for two men our size and more then once his knee would be shoved up in my crotch when we maneuvered for space. Once he did it and he let it stay there putting pressure on my nuts and of course my cock started getting hard. I tried moving but he kept the pressure on and when I started to say something I stopped when I looked at him and he was groping his crotch and not trying to hide the outline of a very thick hard cock. “Damn Sarge, I’m horny as hell. I ain’t had nothing since I left the States you get that way?” “Yeah sure Orv but not much you can do about it in a foxhole just bite the bullet and keep your head down.” “I’d sure like someone to bite my bullet; I need to get off bad.” “Then turn over and jerk it off if it’s that bad but don’t make any noise.” “How about you join me Sarge? I can feel that hard cock of yours pushing on my leg.” “You’re the one doing the pushing and I don’t want a mess of cum in the foxhole.” “How horny are you Sarge? Want me to suck you off and then you can take care of me. No mess that way.” “Are you crazy Orville?” “Told you I was horny, feel my cock. It won’t take me long as hot as I am.” He grabbed my wrist and put my hand on his cock and he was right. I could almost feel the heat and he was rock hard. Scooting over a little closer he grabbed my crotch and started unbuttoning my fatigues and reaching inside wrapped his hand around my cock jerking it up and down as much as he could confined like it was. I sucked my gut in and undid my belt and the top button. That was all he needed and he was almost like a wild man opening my pants up and pulling my cock out. He dove down on it sucking about half of my thick cut 8” cock. God it felt good and I wanted to ram the rest down his throat and I groaned as he sucked like a calf trying to get milk from its mother. He didn’t lift his head, just kept sucking and when I felt my load starting to rise I leaned over his head moaning, “Orville its coming up boy your going to get a hot load if you don’t pull off”, he didn’t stop but started sucking harder and my cock swelled gushing great thick streams of my juice into his mouth and he swallowed every drop before draining the last from me with his tight lips and I felt like he had drained every ounce of juice I had in my body. Orville sat up and still stroking my softening cock he looked at me his eyes gleaming. He didn’t let me go even as I undid his pants and pulled out his very respectable uncut cock, at least as big as mine, maybe a little shorter but thick and the head was purple it was so engorged with blood. Everything was quiet outside of the foxhole and Orville was pulling on my now hardening cock as I dropped my head taking his meat into my mouth and he lifted his ass groaning almost too loud, “Ahhhhh yes Sarge, suck it man. I need this real bad baby drain my nuts. Ohhhhh shit man take it all.” He kept pulling on my cock as I sucked on him smelling the musky sweaty odor in his crotch. He kept on trying to lift his ass as I sucked and then with a loud groan he drove his cock upwards and gallons of hot rich cream started flowing down my throat. Orville continued driving his cock upwards and about half more went into my throat and my gag reflex tried forcing him out but he held my head with his free hand as he kept pulling on me trying to get another load and I felt like he was gonna get it when a loud thump jerked us both upwards and we peeped over the edge of the foxhole. A couple of more thumps followed by heavy machine gun fire and we buttoned our flies up real fast. The gooks were shelling and laying down heavy machine gun fire that usually meant they would be coming. Orville was wide eyes and a light dribble of my cum was on his chin. He or I did not worry about that right then. We did a fall back closer to the city of DaNang but Orville didn’t make it. The only blow job I got in Nam and I never had a chance to thank him. He probably knew I appreciated it as much as he did and that made me feel a little better. Viet Nam was a bitch for anyone that was there. I had seen guys getting close to the end of their tours and they would get overly cautious and seemed to lose the edge. I didn’t screw around any more after Orville. I tried avoiding that and I was lucky when my unit was sent back for R&R and the company clerk told me my orders home had been received. I was scheduled with some 50 other guys for transport and all of us could not get on board fast enough after another group of replacements off loaded. That flight was like flying in an icebox and rough but to us it felt like we were flying on a special Pan Am stratocruiser. When it came time for my retirement after the tons of paperwork the Army always seems to need, the company commander wanted a ceremony but I declined. I had joined the Army without fanfare and leaving it the same way was okay with me. My pay had been held in Paymaster Savings while I was in Nam and along with what I had saved it was a pretty good chunk of change. I spent a few days in New York City and re-outfitted myself. I stayed in the YMCA since I didn’t have an apartment or a friend I could stay with. Going out and just being with people was okay but it was not long before boredom set in and I realized at my age this was not what I wanted. Being 38 years old, gay and never having made any close relationships was the only thing in my future the way it was going. I was spending money; making out with the studs in I don’t remember how many bars and that was just about it. Most prospective employers seemed to shy away when they read on the application that I was retired Army and my experience was Army related even though I thought I was pretty trainable. The real clincher was when I went for a shower at the “Y” and a really nice young guy maybe 25 was flogging the hell out of his meat and when I walked in he turned away. I saw enough though that my rather respectable cock swelled under the warm water and I stroked it a few time hoping for a reaction from him. He turned the water off after looking at me and left. I bought a ticket on US Airways the next day for Louisville and left the Big Apple behind, the mountains won out, that is where I belonged. When you’re 39 years old still well built, not bad looking and they turn away even when you have a cock as hard and big as theirs, you’re fighting a losing game for the most part. It surprised my brother when I called telling him I was on my way home and could I stay with him until I got settled. Donald was almost two years older then me and we really did not know each other that well since I had left and he stayed scraping by on dads patch of land. After dad died he got the land, I never thought I would be coming back and might need it. Don had married his school sweetheart and they had 4 kids, 3 boys and a girl. Two of the boys and the girl married after school but the youngest, a mistake Don called him, was still at home. His name was Nicholas after his great-grandfather. Don told me I was welcome but there still was not that much going on in Hazard anymore now then when I had left. He was not wrong I found out when I got home. Dad had worked for the state but he inherited his father’s property when he passed. The main farm of about 60 acres was up on what was called Little Bear Creek and there was another 5 acres with a small cabin up on Window Rock Flats. Donald and his family lived on the 60 acres. The cabin on the side of the mountain was okay for hunting but not farming. We always thought our grandfather used it for making moonshine whiskey since we were rarely taken there. After I landed in Louisville, I called Don and let him know I was there and would be on down in a couple of days. . I bought a GMC 4WD Yukon while I was there since I would need something down in the mountains and I really didn’t want a bus ride back in the hills that would take hours upon hours stopping at every wide spot in the road. The closer I got to Hazard the more logging and coal trucks were on the road. Some of them were real monsters. The town had not changed an awful lot in the years I had been away but it looked sweet to me compared too when I left. Funny how that works, you can’t wait to get away and then it looks so good when you come back. I guess that old saying of there being no place like home was true. Following the creek bed roadway I pulled into Don’s lane and saw him come out on the porch as I drove up to the house. He had made a few changes but other then that the place looked the same. When I stopped on the side of the house he came around from the front not really in a hurry, Don had not changed; he was still slow and not quick to greet people. “Hey big brother, got a hug for your little brother?” I called out. My brothers eyes got a little bigger as he recognized me, “Well I’ll be damned Marty. God you’ve changed, not that little brother that left here anymore.” He hugged me and I wanted to plant a kiss on his cheek at least but I just hugged him tight. Don was going on 42 and the mountain life had worked its way with him. He still looked like a Creekmore but he had aged. Later when we were talking he told me he had pretty much given up on the farm and signed back on with the state highway commission. Kept him away a lot but his youngest boy Nicholas lived with him and Shelly his wife so she was not always alone. “How old is Nick Don? I’ve never met him.” “Nicholas is 18 and favors you in the face when you were younger. Got the same manner about him that you had when you were his age, independent. Don’t call him Nick though Marty he doesn’t like it, use his full name. He’s up Window Rock way cleaning up the old cabin for you. It’s in good shape just needed some cleaning and a coat of paint. You might want to drive up that way if you have a mind too. I thought you would like it better than being crowded in here with us. Shelly has not been doing well and we use separate bedrooms. Nicholas has the other and you would have had to share with him or me.” “Okay Don, you want too drive up with me? I don’t know the boy and he might spook.” “Not likely Marty, I told him you’d be coming in and not many go up that way anymore. Hunting is about played out since they been logging like the forest will always grow. The loggers have been after me to let them on that land but its posted keep out. Lots of Birch and Walnut they would love to get out of there. They mess the land up too bad for my taste Marty and I don’t need the money that bad yet. I have to run over to the New Clinic for a prescription renewal Shelly needs. You won’t have any trouble finding your way Marty. I’ll be back in a couple of hours and we can talk more then unless you decide on staying in the cabin. Nicholas might stay with you if you want. He has been bugging me about letting him use the place. Not that he is 18 he thinks he is man enough to be on his own. I seem to remember someone else had those ideas once.” “Okay Don. Anything I can do to help out just let me know.” I said as he turned to go back in the house without even a handshake or a see ya later. I’d forgotten that down in the valleys between the mountains the days were shortened as the sun moved to the west. It was not really dark but I turned on the headlights as I drove over the crushed rock road that led to the cabin. Oddly enough as I went higher it got a little lighter and helped see through the thickness of the trees surrounding the cabin and on each side of the roadway. I saw an old clunker Ford pickup sitting a few yards ahead of me in the road and the cabin maybe some 200’ beyond that. The road ended where the old truck was sitting. There was a small clearing that you could turn around in and I was just able to pull off of the road and park in the clearing. It was mid July but it was cooler in the mountains and I remembered how hot and muggy it had been in Viet Nam and the days I wished I was here on this trail in the mountains that led too Gramps cabin. I could see that Nicholas had been doing a pretty good job cleaning up for just a couple of days notice. There was a fresh coat of dark red paint on the outside and two chairs sitting on the small porch. The porch floor creaked when I stepped on it and knocked on the door. I could hear movement inside and then “who is it? This is private property.” “If that’s you Nicholas, it’s your Uncle Marty.” “Uncle Marty, Dad didn’t tell me you were gonna be here today.” I could hear him scrambling around on the other side of the door and then it was flung open, “Hi Uncle Marty come on in, I’m almost finished.” He was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and from the bulge at the crotch; it didn’t look like he was completely finished with what he had been doing. He was breathing a little hard, his chest rising and falling. He had broad well-muscled shoulders and biceps with thick shapely forearms lightly covered with dark hair. His waist was small with a hard muscle ridged stomach and dark hair lightly covering his thick pecs and flowing in a silky thin covering over his sternum and stomach down into the top of his boxers where a large bulge did not seem to be getting any smaller. He had light whiskers on his cheeks, full luscious lips with dark brown gleaming eyes level with mine. We both just stood looking at each other and I could feel a tingling at the base of my cock and I was almost at a loss for words. I hadn’t met the boy but he would have set a lot of guys I knew in the cities on their ass. Nicholas Creekmore, my nephew was a knockout and from the almost defiant way he stood and looked at me he knew it. “What were you finishing Nicholas? Is there something I can help with? “No, that’s okay. I was just about finished when you called out and knocked on the door.” “Do you always just wear boxers when you answer the door? Not that I object but it is different. “No I don’t. I took my overalls off while I was finishing up the cleaning; it’s more comfortable and gives better freedom of movement. I wasn’t looking for someone to be here or I’d had my clothes on. I got most everything finished except fixing the bed.” “Fixing the bed?” I said looking around the room. “Where did the furniture come from? There isn’t much but who brought it up here?” “I did Uncle Marty a piece or two at a time. I bought most of it from the second hand store in town. Getting the mattress and box spring up was the hardest. I had to carry it one piece at a time. I’d like to get a mower up here and cut some of the weeds and growth from around the cabin.” Nicholas said excitedly his eyes gleaming. “You did all of this by yourself?” “Yes sir, I been trying to get dad to let me stay up here when I turned 18 so I been fixing it up without him knowing about it. I guess you’ll be staying here now that you’ve come home.” “Don’t you think you better get something on Nicholas? It’s getting a little cool in here. Your dad said you might want to stay up here tonight?” “Yeah, he told me I could but it would be up to you since he told you that you could use it.” He said pulling a blanket around his shoulders and looking at me hopefully. “Wouldn’t you be warmer if you put your clothes on Nicholas?” “No need if you’re gonna let me stay. I’ll fix a fire in the stove and it’ll be warm in no time. I’ve stayed here a couple of times before and it gets warm fast. Got plenty of wood for the stove and an electric heater in the bedroom but a wood fire seems more cozy then that. The REA ran lines through the valley and when they went over the mountains, Gramps had them run a line into the cabin.” “But you don’t have any lamps, just those kerosene hurricane lamps.” “Yeah, I like the light they give off, soft and warm almost romantic if you had someone up here with you and you wanted to be cozy and romantic with. Maybe you will Uncle Marty, someday.” I couldn’t believe it; my nephew was coming on to me. His voice was husky and he was holding the blanket closed with his hands over his crotch. “That’s not very likely Nicholas, I just got here today. Been a long time since I knew anyone here.” “I don’t know, I thought maybe you might still know someone from before.” “Is that all you were thinking? Got anything else on your mind?” I said as I moved a little closer even though he was my nephew. Nicholas took a real deep breath and let out a long sigh the blanket dropping from his shoulders. “Maybe the same thing you do Uncle Marty.” His hard cock was straining the front of his boxers and his gleaming eyes held mine as he leaned towards me just a little breathing through parted lips. “Dad said you always went for what you wanted Uncle Marty.” He smiled at me the tip of his tongue wetting his lips. “That’s true Nick but you are my nephew.” “What difference does that make? It doesn’t make any difference to me.” He said breathlessly rubbing his hard cock and looking at me with almost pleading eyes. I reached for him taking his hard hot cock in my hand hearing him gasp sucking air between his teeth as I squeezed it feeling the heat. “Let’s go in the bedroom Nick.” I said huskily feeling the passion welling up within me as I followed. Nick stripped his boxers off throwing them aside and turning wrapped his arms around me pulling me tight as his lips met mine. He forced his tongue in my mouth twisting and sucking the breath out of me as he ground his cock into my groin. “Let me get undressed Nick, slow down. We have plenty of time.” His fingers almost flew over the buttons of my shirt undoing them as I undid my belt and dropped my jeans to the floor. I wasn’t wearing underwear and he looked at my cock laying his over my steel hard length. He was about 1” shorter then me but he squeezed them tight. His almost 7” was shorter but he was as thick as me and his hand just barely encircled the both of us. He was breathing heavy as we moved to the bed sitting on the edge before slipping under the blankets. He snuggled close pressing his body as tight as he could. “Mmmmmmmm Uncle Marty, you don’t know how much I have wanted to be in bed with someone. You feel great next to me, god your cock is so big. My brothers aren’t as big as you or me are, I watched them jerk off and they are small. I don’t know about dad.” “He is smaller Nick but don’t tell him I told you.” Snuggling closer and pressing his hard cock against mine he said, “Show me what you would do with me Uncle Marty.” I rolled Nick on his back and kissing him squeezed his breasts feeling the hardness of his muscles. Running my hands down his ribs he sucked his breath in at the sensation of my fingers and my lips on his neck nibbling lightly. He moaned softly mumbling my name without the uncle. His cock was like a sheathed hot steel rod and I squeezed it gently as I sucked his naval and feeling the tightening of his abdominal muscles my tongue probing deep pushing it in. Nick sucked air deep into his lungs as I massaged his balls my tongue playing in his thick soft pubic hair and I ran the tip of my tongue lightly over the thick base of his cock. The sensation sent a shock into the length of it as it jerked upwards. I caught it on the rebound and encased the thick uncut head with my hot lips sucking it in the depths of my mouth. He groaned from deep within his thick chest lifting his hips his head pushing down on my head his cock sliding deeper. I held him tight tasting the pre-cum flowing from his urethral slit. “Ohhhhh god Marty suck me please. Suck my cock.” Nicks cock was steel hard and throbbing in sync with the beat of his heart. He would not be able to hold off very long and there was no need for me to prolong the ecstasy that was flowing over and through him. I wanted his thick boy cream flowing down my throat as bad as he wanted too give it to me. Throwing the blanket back I turned my body my lips holding the head of his cock my tongue bathing the glans with saliva. I moaned deeply and drove downwards over his cock feeling it slide down into my throat and Nick screamed as he drove his hips upwards his nuts drawing up tight in my hand and he sent great gushing streams of his life giving cream cascading down into my throat like hot molten lava. His body thrashed as I sucked and squeezed his cock with my mouth and lips drawing him deeper. I wanted all of him as he continued spasm after spasm filling me with thick cream and I gripped his nuts tight pulling them massaging his receding balls. Little by little they fell back into my hand and his cock slowly very slowly started to soften even with my lips and tongue caressing its length. Nick was gasping for air and begged me to release his cock. “My god Uncle Marty I thought you were going to drain every bit of juice in my body. Lord it was like being sucked inside of you, all I could feel was the intense pressure of your lips and the cum gushing up through my cock. I loved it. Jesus, does it always feel like that?” “Pretty much it does. But that was your first time being sucked off wasn’t it? It is a lot more intense the first time since you don’t really know what it’s going to be like. There are other things you will like if you want to learn what they are.” “I want to know everything you do; I want to stay here with you. But what about you right now, you were as hard as me when we started. Do you want me to try and do what you did with me?” “Not this time Nick, just let me lay here and you can jerk me off okay?” Raising up on his elbow he looked at me in the soft light of the lamp and leaned over me kissing my lips gently. Taking my half hard cock in his hand he started slowly stroking and rubbing it as he kissed my face. My cock thickened and hardened like steel as he stroked it faster laying his head on my chest his face turned so he could watch. “You might get a face full that way Nicky, I’m pretty close.” He didn’t move just started jerking me off more intensely squeezing my cock tight as he felt it getting larger with each stroke. I could feel the explosion building in my nuts and at the base of my cock as my body started tightening my back arching and I groaned, “Nick, here it comes. Ohhhhhhhhhh god.” He continued squeezing and stroking my cock as the spasms wracked my body sending huge streams of cream like a geyser shoots its water into the air. It fell on my chest, stomach and Nicks face. He wouldn’t stop jerking me even as I started softening in his hand. I ran my fingers through his hair as he finally stopped and then his hot tongue was on my chest licking the cum from it. “Mmmmmm it tastes a little like mine only a little saltier maybe but I like it. Its so thick and creamy Uncle Marty and so much of it come out of your cock. I didn’t think it was going to stop.” “You taste sweeter since you are younger Nick and as you get older you will shoot more and more of it.” Lying back beside me after he had licked most of the sperm from my body he snuggled in close again and looked up at me like a little boy. His body was soft and the hair on his chest and in his groin was silky soft not wiry like so many others I had been in bed with. He breathed softly and deeply his heart beat matching my own. I liked the feel of him holding me with my arms around his shoulders. “Thanks Uncle Marty, I really liked doing that with you.” “I liked it too Nick.” I said but he was slipping off into sleep. I smiled and pulled the blankets over us holding him. We must have slept pretty soundly not waking up until just before sunrise. Nick was snuggled close, his hard cock laying on my left thigh and his arm over my chest. He was sleeping like a baby his breathing soft and regular. I could feel the slow but strong beat of his heart matching my own and I leaned down kissing the tip of his nose. He giggled a little faking like he was asleep and I kissed him again but this time on his lips and that woke him up. His tongue probed deep within my mouth twisting with mine as he steel muscled arm pulled my face to his and he ground his hard cock into my hip. Between kisses I finally managed to mumble “Good morning Nick.” He almost reluctantly returned my greeting and smiled up at me his had laying just below my jaw. “Do you need to take a piss or do you always wake up hard like that?” I asked him feeling the hardness of his cock pressing against me. “A little of both but right now I need to piss but it’s cold outside.” “We both need the same thing. Jump out quick step outside the door, piss and get back in bed.” We both threw the blankets off and giggling like little boys, we stood on the edge of the porch steam rising from strong streams as we pissed. The valley below was covered in a thick morning fog and you couldn’t see any of the homes. Nick finished just before me and milking it down he ran back into the cabin jumping in bed. I followed in pretty quick order and we held each other warming ourselves under the blankets. I’d forgotten how cold it could be in the mountains even in summer. It would take some time before the rising sun vanquished the morning mists and fog. Nicky had his arm over my body, his head lying on my chest. “Nick, how did you know I might like men and not girls? You took a chance opening the door like you did.” “I thought about that Uncle Marty but I heard Dad telling my brothers and he said he was surprised you were coming back here. He said he knew you liked men when you left and it surprised him you called about wanting to come back home in the mountains since you always wanted to get out of here and go for the big cities. I figured what the hell I was gay and I didn’t want to hide it and beat around the bush, I’m tired of that and I needed someone I could talk with about it. The worst you could do was kick me out and tell on me if you weren’t and then Dad would have kicked me out. What did I have to lose?” I hadn’t thought about it like that and he was right. My brother would never let a faggot stay in his house, not the way he thought about it. I knew that was the reason he had the cabin cleaned up after I called. “Partly right but how do you feel about it? Why didn’t your Dad tell you and not just your brothers?” “Because I’m just like you and he never talked with me about sex. I’ve known about myself since I was 13 and I started liking being around boys more then girls. And you should know in a small town like this it don’t take long for things to get around, people talk whether they know anything or not.” “You mean people suspected you might like boys and not girls?” “They think that Uncle Marty, they don’t know. I have never done anything with someone else except jerk off with my cousin when I was 13. We came up here once and he thought I was cute and asked me if I ever did it and when I told him no, he showed me how you jerk off. That’s the only thing I ever did. Most of it is just rumors that get started when you are with boys and not as much with girls. Dad caught me jerking off once and called me a faggot but I ain’t one of them.” “No more then I am. Is that why you wanted to live up here?” “Partly that but I like being alone I won’t be going to college for right now but I have a job at the County Mercantile Exchange and I am going to try and see if I can save the money. I will be able to afford the electricity if I get a lights and a small refrigerator and I don’t think Dad is gonna charge rent if you don’t stay here in Hazard.” “Why would you think I might not stay here Nick?” “Dad said he didn’t think you’d stick around very long, the only thing you ever did was join the Army and he never could figure that out since you never liked being told what to do when you were home.” “He’s right about that Nick but being in the Army and being here in Hazard is a lot different now then it was then. I felt a lot like you do now back then. I knew what I felt and had to get away from here. Your Dad jerked off a lot when we were boys but he never talked with me about it and I doubt he talks with you about it now.” “He told me about the difference between boys and girls and what would happen if I knocked one up but that’s about all. He never would talk about me playing with my self or what I was feeling. I tried but he just ignored me calling it a phase and I’d grow out of it.” It all sounded so familiar, like when I was a boy and my Dad, Nick’s grandfather would not discuss sex with Donald or me. Donald was funny about it, trying to hide but still wanting me to see him doing it. I guess he hadn’t changed that much over the years. “Nick, do you want to stay with me here in the cabin?” “Sure I would and I’m pretty sure Dad won’t mind. I’ll help you take care of the place and maybe we can get a mower and clean up around the cabin. Oh Uncle Marty, you sure about this?” “As sure as I am that we both have a lot too learn about each other if we are going to be living together. First off, do you know how to cook?” “And make a fire in the stove and fix coffee. Remember, I’m a mountain boy like you were before you left.” Pulling him tight against me I kissed him feeling his body molding to mine. It was going to be a new beginning for an old mountain boy and a young mountain boy. |
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