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Logging in Alaska

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Logging in Alaska by RobEd Note: this has sex too but its pretty hotI'm a logger in the Northwest U.S. I'm 33, and have always considered myself straight, but like I think most guys, I've always been a little curious about sex with another guy. I recently got a chance to satisfy that curiosity. Here's the story.I couldn't get work near home last summer with the woods closed for the fire season. The wife works full time, and I was feeling like I should be pulling some of the weight. I answered an ad for a job in Alaska for the summer, cutting timber for a company that would pay well and cover all my living expenses I got a letter back and was offered the job. I passed a drug screen and that confirmed it. I'd be flying to a remote island somewhere off Kodiak, living in a logging camp with 25 other guys, working long hours with only Sundays off. I have to admit, the thought of spending the summer with a bunch of rugged guys was kind of a turn on, but I didn't think of it in an erotic way, at least not at the time. The wife gave it her OK, and it would probably be good for us to get some time apart after 11 years together.When I got to the camp, I was warmly greeted by the foreman. He showed me to my room, which was small and had just one small window. It was in a large one level building, something like a dormitory. It had two full size beds, and the head/shower room was down the hall. The showers were communal, the kind with just a column and five shower heads around it. It reminded me of the shower room at my high school. Not much privacy here, I thought. He told me to make myself at home and unpack, pointing to my bed. It was no more than three feet away from the other guy's bed and again I thought it lacking privacy. How does a guy get his nuts off in a place like this? Where would I go to do it? Out in the woods? Oh well. by the time I unpacked and set up what little space I had, the foreman came by and took me for a tour of the camp before supper. There were a few outbuildings housing various pieces of equipment needed to run the camp. One was a pre-fab on a foundation with a smokestack sticking out the top. It was the diesel generator that powered the camp and was in the woods on the edge of the property, some distance from the dorm to minimize noise. 'Dick' (not his real name) pointed out the back section of the shack and told me that there was a two hole head in there and that it was a good place to go if you wanted to do your`business' with some privacy. I thought I saw a sort of wink in his eye as he told me this, like it was `inside' information. We went back to the dorm and the crew had come back and was getting ready to sit down to eat. I was pointed to a spot by a guy who was my roommate. He seemed like an OK guy. `Ron' was married, about 40. He had more than a passing resemblance to Joe Montana. It started to get late, and the morning came real early. By ones and twos the guys headed off for their rooms, stopping by the head to piss some of the beer they'd been drinking. Mounted on the wall were two trough urinals that accommodated about 3 guys each, and it was a full house. `Ron' was standing next to me. Two steady twisted ropes of piss flowed out of our dicks. The room was well lit and as we talked I looked at him and out of the corner of my eye I checked out his `kit' as he did the same with me, the way guys do. He wasn't shy at all and took his hand away from his dick and used it to steady himself on the wall, giving me a clear view. I did the same and saw him look over and down. Like me, he was cut. His was a bit bigger than mine (at least soft), and I could see the dark ring behind the pink head where he'd been circumcised. I'm a little more than 7" hard, and I guessed that he's probably closer to 8". We finished pissing and shook our dicks out, flopping them around a little longer than usual.We went on to our room and closed the door behind us. Ron set the alarm for some ungodly early hour, and we started undressing by the light of the lamp on the center night stand, him talking about my first day would bring. I always sleep in the buff, but I followed Ron's lead and wore my jockeys to bed, then discreetly peeled them off and kept them next to me under the covers. This room had been his private space, and I didn't want to put him on the defensive. He switched the light off and muttered g'night and went right off to sleep.I lay there on my back, listening to Ron's breathing get slower and deeper. He broke into a muted snore, and I looked around the room in the faint mercury vapor glow that that passed through the curtain. I could see that he was turned away from me. I always at least jack off before going to sleep, and had a hell of a bronc from all the visuals in the head. I started to stroke under the covers and realized I'd just mess up the sheets. I pushed the covers down and glided my fist up and down with a good ooze of precum, keeping an eye on Ron. I was just getting into a rhythm when he stirred and rolled over, facing me. His eyes were still closed, and I held dead still for a while. I was going to pull the covers up again and I got to thinking that all guys jack off, and that he wouldn't get too weird if he caught me, trying to be discreet. Then I started to wonder just what he would do if he caught me. Maybe he'd just roll onto his back, throw the covers down and pull his shorts off. He'd look at his boner and then at me and mine and start stroking. Then he'd say `ah, what the hell' and switch on the light. We'd show off the family jewels and pull at our balls. He'd stand up, facing me, and signal me to stand too. We'd put our throbbing rods next to each other and he'd mutter "cool,ain't they?" I'd mutter "Yeah, sure are." Then he'd rub our swollen cock heads together, mixing the precum around, and I'd get ballsy and grab his rod and feel it's hot, bony hardness, exploring the shape and spongy texture of his beautiful cock head. He'd reach for mine and we'd stand there, grinning, taking in the sights, smells, and feel of male sexuality.Suddenly, he'd crouch down to get a good look at my bone, his own sticking straight up from his lap. After checking it out from all sides he'd look up at me with a grin and the devil in his eyes. He'd look at my cock again and stick his tongue out and lap up the ooze on the head, then rub it over his lips. Then he'd put his meaty thumb at the base, aim it toward his open mouth, and wrap his mouth and tongue all around it. I'd watch as his lips wrapped around the last inch, and he'd come up again just over the flared corona and then back down. Nostrils flared, face flushed, he's hot for my boner and loving it, and so am I. He gets a rhythm going and I throw my head back and shoot a huge, wet load all over my chest and neck. No, it didn't happen. Just my wicked imagination. As I groped around in the dark for a sock to wipe up with I felt a wave of guilt and hoped like hell he didn't see or hear me. What's going on here? I'm not gay. I'm a proven `lady killer' and had fathered three kids. Oh well, I'll just roll with it and look for similar signs in the other guys. I had a feeling I wasn't alone.I heard the alarm chirp, and through my eyelids I saw the glow of the light. I opened my eyes to see Ron sitting up, rubbing his eyes. As he rubbed I glanced at his crotch and noticed a major piss-hard inside his jockeys. I fumbled around and pulled on mine, sat up and displayed a piss-boner of my own. He noticed and grinned a little, realizing that I'd caught him looking. With that he stood up, the thin cloth straining to contain the package, right in front of my face. We pulled on some sweatpants and headed for the door. `Time to water the pony, eh?' he said. I nodded and we shuffled off the head. On the way he said we could get some coffee, and then breakfast. We walked to the troughs, only this time we stood at opposite ends. I reluctantly undid the drawstring. I was rock hard and wondered how I'd piss it away without major embarrassment. This went on for several days. We worked, pissed, showered, ate, and slept (sort of) together. Each night I'd wait for him to start snoring, and I'd pull out `the old fella' and slam away at him. I was starting to wonder if he ever got his nuts off. Then, one day I was walking on the edge of camp and saw Ron go into the generator shack. I'd never gone in there, and remembered what the foreman had told me about a two-holer inside. This seemed like a good time to check it out. There was a short hallway with two opposing doors, one to the generator and the other to the head. I checked the doorknob and walked on in. There were two full doors on a full wall. One door was ajar and I stepped in, locking the door behind me. There was a full wall separating the stalls and was lit by a dim bulb. As I undid my belt buckle, I noticed a hole in the thin wall separating the stalls, about 4 inches in diameter. I could see a furry thigh on the other side. It was Ron, and he didn't know who I was. I dropped my Carharts (the whole crew wore them) and pushed them to my ankles, slid my jockeys down about mid-calf and sat down. As I slowly leaned foreword I saw the outline of Ron's chin, and then his lips. He was looking through the hole, not allowing me to see who he was. Then I did the same. He leaned back and exposed a 3/4 hard on. After seeing my chin through the hole, knowing I'd checked out his boner, he leaned foreword again. I was roaring hard by then and leaned back and presented my dick, slowly pulling at my balls. Through the hole, I saw his chin get closer and I thought I saw a slight approving nod. He presented again, and this time he was in full glory, the veins sticking out all over and a bead of precum at the tip of the swollen head. I presented again and this time he rubbed his fingertip along the bottom of the hole, signaling me to stick my cock through. I shuddered, and after taking a few deep breaths, stood up. I could see through the hole that he was hunched down and had his mouth ready for me. I stuck my cock through and he ran his lips up and down my shaft.He teased me like that for what seemed like 5 minutes, and I was gonna blow a huge load all over his face if he didn't stop. He seemed to know, and then went to work on my balls, licking and sucking them one by one, then both at once. I was in heaven. My near eruption subsided and he went back to work on the bone, eagerly romancing my 7 inches right down to the pubes. I pulled back a little now and then to watch his lips wrap around the last inch of my rock hard beef tower. Fuck! What a hot sight! I drew out and he sat back down. I wanted to do him the same favor and hoped I'd remember what little cock sucking skills I'd learned in the service. (OK, I'm not COMPLETELY inexperienced) I motioned him with my finger, and he was right there.What a sight! It was at least 8", and pretty thick. It stuck straight out, not curved up like mine. The head was shaped like a horses cock head, if you know what I mean. Though it wasn't really big compared to the shaft. His balls were pulled up real tight, and I could tell that he was really hot and ready to get his nuts off. In the dim light I took a close look at it, noticing the dark ring where he was cut, now a lot bigger than that first night in the head. The shaft ahead of the ring was a red-pink color, whereas the shaft behind it was more flesh color. There were raised blue veins running along the side of the shaft, and pre-stuff was oozing out of the piss slit and trailing down to the floor and onto my knee. He was anxious for me to get on with it, and it leapt with each of his now rapid heartbeats. I have to admit, my mouth was watering, and I almost drooled. OK, I'm really doing this, and I might as well give it my best and suck it like a man.I stuck my tongue out and licked the hot, salty head. The smells, tastes and textures were intoxicating, and I felt my neck and face go flush. The generator was still throbbing away and so were we. Suddenly, someone tried the door knob and I almost panicked. The outer door slammed shut and I went on exploring. I was hunched down and this boner was staring me square on. I opened my mouth and wet my lips, lowering them over the head and down onto his thick, hard shaft, about 2/3 down, leaving my lips loose and gliding softly, smoothly. I slathered my tongue around the sensitive underside and heard, over the roar of the generator, a guttural, pleading moan. I upped the pressure and tried going down further, a few strokes almost to the pubes and choked a couple times. I got into a rhythm and that reduced the choking. I was taking in almost all of those glorious 8" on each stroke. Not bad for a beginner!After a while I felt his cock swell in my mouth and the head got big and hard. At about this time I could hear him whimper and felt him shudder. All of a sudden, he blew, gushing his sweet man seed into my mouth. After a steady stream of the thin, clear stuff, he thrust into the straining wall and his cock started to jump in my mouth. I could feel the hard cum tunnel pulsate on my tongue as he shot several jets of warm, thick cum into the back of my mouth and right down my throat. After the shooting stopped I kept his still hard on in my mouth, feeling it pulsate and spasm. He suddenly drew out and motioned that it was my turn. My bone was standing straight up, pushing against my belly. I stood up and pushed it into his wet, hot, slippery mouth. I was really, really hot now and knew I'd blow my nuts in no time. Ron went to work with abandon, and I could hear him moaning deep and low as he sucked the marrow right out of that bone. The low moans set up a resonance in his head and fed right to my dick As the summer went on, Ron and I had two more generator house sessions, and if he knew it was me, he never let on. I continued my silent jack off sessions while Ron slept, and I suspect that he saw or heard me at least a couple of times. There were a couple of other guys on the crew I explored with in the generator shack, but that's for another story. As for my marriage, the sex just got that much better. I could tell the wife, and she's cool enough that she'd probably even get off on it. But I doubt I ever will. It's a guy thing. I've signed on for another summer in Alaska. Lookin' forward to it.