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As soon as I got out of the Jeep, a huge chocolate Lab. came bounding aroiund the side of the house, jumped up on me, put his paws on my shoulders, and licked my face. I rubbed noses with him and Uncle Dave introduced him. "This is Bruno, our "fierce" guard dog. If you're water-soluble, watch out ! He'll lick you to death.Down, Bruno !" I dragged my heavy bulky suitcase intro the house and Uncle Dave pointed out the open door of a bedroom. "That's your room. You'll find a connecting door on the right which leads into a bathroom which we share, so, if you want privacy, be sure to latch both connecting doors. You'll probably want a shower after your long trip, but please spare on the hot water. The men will be back soon and they'll want hot showers, too.Sylvestre has delivered a load of logs to the Axemill Paper Co. pulp mill and the others are loading my other truck, so they'll all be done soon." I would have preferred a long hot shower, but I settled for a quick warm one. Unfamiliar with the layout of the bathroom, I got disoriented and, after drying myself, I opened the wrong connecting door and stepped into Uncle Dave's room instead of mine. He was naked, sitting in a chair facing the bathroom door and stroking a very long thick hardon. I estimated it to be about 8" long. "Oops, sorry." I stammered, intending to turn back into the bathroom, but I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. Much to my embarrassment, my own 5-incher snapped to attention and stood straight up in front of my belly. Uncle Dave smiled, got up out of the chair, and strolled toward me. I stood rooted to the spot, trembling. Suddenly, we were in each other's arms, hugging each other and Uncle Dave was kissing me. I had never been kissed before, I mean real penetrative kissing. I had no idea of how sexy it could be. I'm not sure who groped whom first, though I think I did. Anyhow, in seconds we were both trembling, panting, hugging, kissing, and groping each other. Things had gone way past the point of no return. I wanted him desparately. I squatted down on my heels and took the head of his big hard cock in my mouth and gave him the best head I knew how to. I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick, flicked it back and forth across the opening, and whipped it back and forth under the frenum. Uncle Dave moaned and gasped "My God, Jimmy, you sure know how to do this." I managed to grunt "Uh huh." I'd had a LOT of experience with Steve before Mom caught us behind the garage . Bending from the waist, I stood up with my head thrown back so that there was a straight passage through my mouth and down my throat. Uncle Dave took advantage of it immediately, inserting his mighty whang until I began to gag. Then he pulled back enough so that I could breathe. Uncle Dave put his hands around the back of my head and held it as he fucked my mouth and throat. I held onto his thighs to keep my balance. He was trembling and beginning to grunt when I saw his balls jump up. I pulled back so that, when he started to cum, it was directly onto my tongue. His load was powerful manly stuff, strong-tasting, thick as tapioca pudding, and as lumpy. There was a turmoil in my balls, and, though I was still holding his thighs, I began shooting my wad all over his calves, ankles, feet, and the varnished pine-plank floor. Dave gave a great cry of delight as he poured his cum into me and I poured mine out onto him and the floor. Uncle Dave quickly hauled me to my feet , squatted down, and went down on my still-spurting cock Then he rose and kissed me again and each of us could taste our mingled cum in the other's mouth .I wondered if Heaven could offer anything better than this.. We both took a nap and were awakened by Theo van Groothuizen ringing the iron bell which called us all to dinner. It was roast venison with a plum sauce, steamed mixed greens, and baked potatoes with a cheese sauce.. I had Coca Cola and the others had beer.Then we all retired to the lounge with our desserts, cherry pie รก la mode. Uncle Dave asked me to tell the others why I was there and asked each of them to tell me as much about himself as he was willing to. I knew that everyone was gay, so I didn't have to be embarrassed about that. I explained about Mom's seeing me blowing Steve behind the garage and her and Dad's discussion of what to do about it. ......"And so, they finally decided that the best way to make sure that I grew up straight would be to send me up here to Uncle Dave to make a man of me." At this, the four lumberjacks laughed until they cried. "Well" said Bruce Wallace, "You should be glad that, mistaken as they were, at least your parents were that understanding and not like my old man.", "My story starts out a lot like yours. I was 16 years old and madly in love with my buddy, Dale Piper, just turned 17. I'd do anything Dale wanted, but I preferred blowing him. We usually did it out in the barn and Dad had never caught us yet. Dad HATED queers, said there ought to be a death penalty for sodomy . Well, one day he came into the part of the barn where Dale and I were and caught me blowing him. Dale pulled up his jeans and took off running, through the barn and out the other side. I guess he believed that Dad would call his old man and tell him all about what he had caught Dale doing. His old man was just as bigoted as mine. So, Dale never stopped running. He didn't go home and none of us ever heard of or from him again. I've never stopped crying about him. I love Dale as much today, ten years later as I did the day he ran away. Meanwhile "back at the ranch" my old man beat the shit out of me. If Mom hadn't come out to the barn and yelled "Stop it. You're killing him." I think he would have killed me. He took off in the pickup truck, leaving me there in the barn, bleeding and battered. A while later, he came back and loaded me into the truck to take me to....a doctor ? HELL NO !, a VET ! And not to get my injuries attended to. No, to get me "fixed" like a dog. He knew a vet who owed him a favor and he took me to him and had me altered like a dog or a colt. The vet gave me some kind of a shot and I passed out. When I came to, I found out that he'd cut off my balls and bag. I was laid up for almost a month after the beating my old man had given me. I never went back to school but just worked on the farm for two years until I was 18 and could legally leave home. During that time, my old man treated me like shit.He was always rubbing it in that I was nutless and would never amount to anything because I'd never be a man.. On my 18th birthday, I took a bag I'd already packed and started to walk out of the house. My old man stood in the doorway and told me to go back to my room. THAT DID IT ! I hauled off and kicked him in the balls as hard as I could. While he was rolling around on the floor puking, I told him "If you ever get in my way again, old man, I'll kill you." I've never seen my Mom again, or my home town, but, worst of all, I've never seen Dale." The next one to tell his tale was Sylvestre. "Ma story ees not as dramatique or as long as Bruce's. W'an I was 18, I realize dat I lahked men better dan weemen. Ah cam' out to my family and dey t'rew me out of de 'ouse. En' of story." Theo van Groothuizen spoke up next. "Mine is the first happy story so far. We Dutch are much more liberal about sex than you uptight North Americans.. When I had reached the age of 19 without having dated a girl or shown any interest in them, my father asked me one evening "Theo, are you gay ?" I said "Yes, sir." "Alright" said my father. "I hope your brother, Jan, decides to marry. I really would like to have grandchildren." I thought for a moment and then said "Well, it may be telling tales out of school, but Jan is girl-crazy." My father laughed. "So was I at 13." Father warned me about AIDS, and that is all the discussion there ever was about the issue. On a summer vacation in Finland, I fell lastingly in love with the forests. There are none worthy of the name in Nederland, and I finally emigrated to the U.S.A. to work in the forests. Ketil Sturlusson's story was even shorter. "Except with you guys, I'm still in the closet and plan to stay there. I hope to find a lover who goes for my butt. Until then, I still have my hand," "Yeah, but eight times a day ?", asked Bruce. We all laughed but Ketil just shrugged. By then it was bedtime. As the others left, Uncle Dave asked me softly "Would you like to sleep with me tonight ?" "What do you think ?" I replied with a grin. |