Friday, June 9, 2017

Lumbering Jacks, Chapter 11

Lumbering Jacks”

Bikers to the Rescue!

Chapter 11

   When I arrived at the top of the bridge my Jeep was sitting by the side of the road where one of the men from the ranger station parked it here so I could get back to Lumber Camp #1. I was looking forward to seeing some of my buddies at home. I had only been away for about a week but I missed my father Jack and my brother Jack Junior. I had also thought about Adam, Steve, and their brother Andy. I had a nice encounter with Andy, the prison guard at the Rangers’ Firefighter Training Camp. I will have to admit, Andy was also a hot number, but the memories of Adam had come into my mind several times this week.
   I hopped into the jeep and turned the ignition. The motor did not turn over so I tried again and again. Some one must had left the turn signals on and now the battery had run down. I could not even use my jeep radio to call for assistance. The ranch hands were too far around the bend for them to hear me calling. I had no alternative but either to walk down the road to the nearest garage or to try to hitch a ride. This might be a problem because the road was not that heavily used except during our busy lumber season.
   I sat in the jeep for a few minutes trying to think what to do. In the distance I heard the sound of either a lumber truck or some cars heading this way. I walked over to the edge of the road at the foot of the bridge. I could see some motorcyclists heading my way. I waited in anticipation as they crossed the bridge heading my direction. What did I have to lose? I would give it a try. I stood there nervously and put out my thumb to hitch a ride. I tried not to show any fear as they approached.
   The lead man put up his left hand commanding the other bikers to slow down. He pulled into the opening and drove directly up to me and stopped. I watched carefully at the others as they drove next to each other parking in almost perfect procession. The billowing dust from the bikes made it hard for me to focus or breathe. As soon as the dust settled and all 12 bikers had turned off their motors, the leads man pulled one leg over the seat of his motorbike and headed towards me.

Kenue Reeves ?

   He was about 6 foot 2 inches tall and was dressed in a leather jacket, leather hat, gloves, and leather chaps that covered his worn jean pants. A nice impression of his crotch pushed out between the chaps held up by a large leather belt fastened with a large silver buckle. He slowly headed towards me in my tight jeans, the brown vest, and the cowboy hat that Duke and Jake had given to me. As I focused my eyes on him I thought his walk looked familiar. He got about three feet from me, slowly pulled off one of his leather gloves, removed his dark glasses, and said, “What the hell are you doing here, Lance?”
   I looked closer at his crooked smile and then I recognized him. It was Adam, my favorite man from the lumber camp. He started to laugh at me. I must have looked like a frightened lost puppy. I wanted to hug and kiss him right here but didn’t think it would be appropriate. Instead he grabbed me tightly and swung me around lifting me off the ground. I laughed and hugged back. He placed me on the ground once again as he yelled at some of the nearby bikers. “Hey, dudes, look who’s here! It is Lance, our buddy from the camp!”
   I heard a few hellos and a few men waved in recognition. I could not tell who was who in those full leather outfits, but when they started to remove their glasses and caps I recognized several familiar faces.
   I explained about the jeep and since they did not have jumper cables, one man removed my battery and strapped it to the back of his haws. They would take it to the garage down the hill for recharging overnight.
   I was surprised at the look on Adam’s face. He actually was happy to see me. He told me to hop on the back of his bike and hold on. They were heading for a yearly biker gathering at the old abandoned airfield left by the Marines a few years ago. Adam explained to me that the 12 of them were all employees of the lumber camp and had decided to join the party this year. They had to pay a hundred dollars each for tickets. This included lots of food and beer and a guarantee that the place was secure from a raid. He asked me if I wanted to go with them. I was excited at the opportunity to join my friends and check out all the hot leather men from all over the area. I immediately said a cheerful yes, and we were on our way. Adam’s brother, Andy was working at the guardhouse and would let me in for no extra charge. I would probably be required to suck his dick later but that would be an honor because Andy had a nice suck able cock.
   I was given a helmet to wear and sat on the back of the bike with Adam. I put my arms around him tightly as we drove onto the road. The roar of the 12 bikes was deafening and exciting. I felt the vibration of Adam’s hawg as he moved onto the blacktop road, leading the other men to our destination. I squeezed Adam tightly, letting him know I liked being next to him. He turned his head halfway towards me and gave me a big smile. He looked so hot and sexy in his leather cap and dark glasses. He had not shaved today and the dark stubble of his beard made him look even hotter.
   After about 15 minutes we pulled into ‘Sanders Brother’s’ service station to leave my battery to be charged, and make arrangements to have it picked up later. Joe, one of the station attendants, knew Jack and told me he would charge the battery and tow my jeep back to the station. I could get it later at my convenience. They all refilled with gas and headed out once more to the biker gathering only a few more miles from here.
   We drove down the road for a few miles, and then pulled off on a smaller, narrower blacktop road leading to the old abandon Marine airport. It was in need of repair because it had not been used for several years, since the Marines left the area. We arrived at the old guardhouse to show our passes. Much to Andy’s surprise I was with his brother Adam. He came out to Adam and me to greet us, and said to me with a smirk on his face, “Man, you sure get that sweet little ass of yours around, don’t you? I just saw you about five days ago and the last I heard you were herding horses with Big Sam and his ranch hands down in Green Valley. Hey, Adam, leave Lance here while you dudes go set up your camp. I get so horny up here watching all these young studs going in here. My nuts are beginning to ache. Perhaps Lance can give me a quick blow job or a piece of ass before you get back.”
   Adam shook his head at his brother. “You always have such a subtle way with words.”
   Adam looked at me for my approval. I took off my helmet and nodded to Adam. He smiled and started up his motor again and yelled back at me, “Save some of that ass for me, Lance. I will be back later to get you.”
   Then Adam and his other buddies headed into the compound. I stepped into the booth with Andy as the men drove past us. Andy was glad to see me and then he lovingly hit me on the arm and looked into my eyes. “I didn’t think I would see you again so soon. I have thought of you several times this week. We had a good time together when you were at the firefighters’ camp. Things will never be the same. You got all those inmates to going and now there are orgies every day somewhere. We even got the other guards to fuck Ranger Roy one time in the showers. He is such a hot man and sure loves getting his ass fucked. I don’t think he can get enough now. You should see him and Tony get it on. They put on a good show together. I just hope no one comes in our camp to break up our play times. Believe it or not, the men have become very good firemen too. I think one reason that they don’t have any animosity to each other because of the man-to-man sex that we all share.”
   He stopped and realized he had been talking so much but I was enjoying him. He asked me about my horse herding adventures. I told him about the great times we all had and how hot the cowboys were. When I told him about my event with Big Sam I could see Andy’s cock getting hard.
   A few more bikers had pulled up and Andy was taking their tickets before letting them in. I saw a few hot looking studs on the bikes as they passed. One dude stopped and asked Andy if I was part of the evening’s entertainment. Andy looked very seriously at him and said, “Yes, but you will have to stand in line for this one.”
   “Meaning me?” I said.
   The biker, said, “Can I have a number now?” He pulled down his dark glass and winked at me. “I mean it man, you are hot, and I would like to suck on your ass. My name is Butch and this is my gang. We will be set up in section 6 so look for me later. I think I love you.”
   I blushed and smiled back at him. “Section 6? I will look you up.”
   He revved up his motor, let out a war cry and headed on down the road.
   Andy and I laughed as the rest of his gang followed him into the compound. It sounded like this was going to be a wild time with these leather studs. I hope I was ready for it. There was a short lull before any more bikers came in. Andy said he wanted to hear more about my latest adventure but I was more interested in sucking Andy off again.
   The booth was an old Marine guard shack with windows around all sides. Two Dutch doors opened at each end. Andy was standing by the half-door as I reached to feel his dick in his dark uniform pants. He was facing me as he unzipped his pants and started to pull out his dick. He was already semi-hard from my stories but now I was about to make him even harder.
   “What if other bikers come by?” I asked.
   “Fuck, who cares? I don’t think they can see us anyway. Have at it, man. I need this real bad,” Andy assured me.
   I leaned over to taste the pre-cum from his hardening dick. His juices were clear and sweet to the taste. He had that manly musk smell that I loved. I looked quickly around to see if anyone was near then I dropped to my knees and started to service his manly dick.
   He unbuckled his belt and moved his gun holster to the side. I pulled out his wonderful hairy balls and gave them a good licking. I continued to hold his dick as I licked his balls then I ran my tongue up the base of his dick to his piss slot. He leaned back onto the desk and shoved his hips towards me.
   I loved sucking on Andy because he always seemed to enjoy getting his dick sucked so much. He liked to talk dirty to me as I continued on making love to his big, solid dick. I knew he wanted to cum but I was controlling his orgasm. Some bikers were driving down the road just about the time he was ready to shoot his load. He did not want me to pull away so he held my head on his dick and started to pump my mouth. Then he let loose with a big gush of cum. I could feel it hitting the back of my throat as I took a deep breath and swallowed several loads of his cum. He stood there as I milked down his dick trying to get every drop. There was a voice from above. A biker had come up to the window to give Andy his tickets. Andy didn’t move away from me as I sat on the floor with my mouth still working on his dick. Andy looked at the biker and said, “Shit. Hold it one more minute. I was just getting my nuts off. Awww, yeah, baby. That’s good. Oh yes. Shit. I'm cumming…awwwww.” He shot his remaining load into my mouth.
   The biker looked down to the floor, still watching me sucking Andy until he gave me that last gush of cum. Some of his cum was oozing out of my mouth and onto my hand. I swallowed down the remaining cum and licked off his balls and the tasty cum from my hand. The biker did not seem shocked but stood there patiently as Andy turned towards him with his dick still hanging out of his uniform and reached for the tickets. The biker apologized and smiled. “I’m sorry man. I didn’t realize you were still on your break. Now that is the kind of break I like. I have been riding for two hours with out a break. I was horny before, but now you dudes have made me really want some quick action. How about you letting your cock sucker give me some head before I head in with my buddies?”
   Andy looked down at me still on my knees. “Sure, why not? He is a real cum slut. I know he will be happy to drain your nuts. Get it while it’s hot, I always say.”
   Andy opened the half door and the biker stepped into the booth while his buddies waited on their bikes. He opened his jeans and pulled out his dick. I liked an unsolicited dick now and then and, since that’s what I was here for, to have a good time, why not? He was wearing tight jeans and a vest. He had on no shorts or shirt. His trim body was nicely tanned from the sun and his chest wet from sweat. One of his tits was pierced with a small gold ring. His thin face was framed with a dark beard.
   As I kneeled on the floor, anxiously waiting for a new load of fresh cum, he pulled out his long uncircumcised dick. He was not completely hard and the foreskin was still hanging over the head of his dick. I immediately stuck my tongue under the foreskin and tasted his manly sweat and a hint of pre-cum. He looked down at me through his dark sunglasses with his stern face. He was pleased that I was so eager to service him. He placed his hands on his hips and gave me full control of his manhood. He signed and leaned into me as I continued to get his dick harder. He grew to an amazing size. He was not that thick but about 7 ½ inches in length. He was very hot and since I was a good cock sucker, it was not long before I had his love juices flowing into my willing mouth. He gasped, leaned forward and released his hot load. I finished by cleaned the cum from under the foreskin as he slowly pulled away.
   He put his dick back in his pants and he walked out the door. He looked at Andy and said, “Thanks for sharing your break time with me.” Then he looked at me still on the floor and said, “Man, I want to see you later.” And then he hopped on his bike with his gang and they all drove off to join the others at the airfield.
   “That was kind of an unexpected pleasure,” I said as I got back on my feet.
   “I thought you would like that, man. He was kind of hot. I wouldn’t mind fucking his tight looking ass,” Andy continued.
   Andy sat on the stool in the shack and took a deep breath. Another motor was coming down the road but this time were not bikers but a Marine jeep with six young men in field camouflaged uniforms. They were all carrying rifles and wrapped around their left arm was a bright red armband.
   “What the hell?” Andy said under his breath.
   They came to a halt as they approached the gatehouse. Suddenly all hell broke lose as a group of men came from nowhere all dressed in field camouflage uniforms, and guns. This particular company of men had a bright yellow band around their right arms. They immediate approached the men in the jeep and lots of yelling was exchanged. The yellow team told the red team to drop their guns and get out of the jeep, and to place their hands above their heads, and hit the ground with their faces in the dirt. They immediately did as they were told. Andy stood in front of me with one hand on his gun as one Marine approached the gatehouse.
   “Sir, I am Sergeant Waters from the Marine Yellow team. We are engaged in war games with red team and we have the situation in hand. These are our captives and we are taking them prisoner. Sorry for the inconvenience but we need to get these men secured. We will need your cooperation if you would be so kind, sir,” the Marine shouted out at Andy. Andy looked a bit bewildered but understood the game.
   “How can we help you? We are in the middle of some games ourselves,” Andy said as he took his hand from his gun.
   He realized the rifles were nothing but paint guns used in their war games. While we were talking the yellow team headed by Sergeant Waters had tied up his prisoners and blindfolded them. A Marine truck came out of the trees and the yellow team put their captives in the back of the trucks. Everything was happening so fast that it was hard to keep up with the action. The sergeant saluted Andy and rushed off to join his team. They took red team’s jeep and followed the truck down the road to the airfield. I suddenly wondered if they knew where they were going. Andy once again looked at me in confusion and sat back down on the stool.
   “What the hell was that all about? I didn’t know there were any Marines still around here. Perhaps it was one of those weekend training maneuvers. They use to have a few barracks over the hill in the other valley, but I didn’t know it was still in use. I hope I did the right thing by letting them by the gatehouse.”
   I heard another motorbike coming from the airfield. It was Adam coming to pick me up. I walked outside the booth as he drove up.
   “Are you ready to go? We have already set up camp and all you have to do is enjoy,” Adam said as I hopped on the back of the bike.
   “Hey, brother, did you get your nuts off, you sex fiend,” Adam kidded his brother as we sat waiting for a reply.
   “Get the fuck out of here. I shouldn’t let you take my favorite cock sucker away, but you probably need some good loving. I can’t understand who would want that ugly face of yours anyway?” Andy yelled at Adam.
   Adam gave him the middle finger gesture as we all laughed and drove back to the airfield.
   We drove down a small grade and into a clearing around the bend of the road. The bikers were now using old rundown buildings still remaining from the Marine airfield. I was impressed with the campsites that had been set up. It looked more like a carnival or a state fair. There were large tents set up everywhere. Not just small little camp tents but large beautiful tents of every color and description. Hundreds of people were walking up and down the main road between several older barracks. The tents were connected to the front of them.
   Adam pointed out the lumber camp’s tent at location #9. It was a large black canvas tent trimmed in white. At the main entrance was black-and-white striped canopy covering a red carpet. At the entrance sat two large white stone lions like guardians. It was very striking.
   We pulled up to the side of the entrance to secure his hawg along with the others. Up and down the main street I could see other very impressive and well-prepared main tents. At the end of the block's long street was the old airport runway. Bikers were preparing for exhibits and races. A small airplane flew overhead as several naked jumpers were parachuting out of the plane landing on the field. Cheers and shouts of delight were heard as they hit their targets in the center of the field. It was a very festive and exciting.
   There were many small booths selling all sorts of items, pipes, leather goods, sex toys, food, and everything you could imagine. One booth had four young, good-looking studs demonstrating cock enlargers. Another was showing you how to put on cock rings, while another showed how to use all sorts of sex toys including dildoes. There was a tattooing booth and a body-piercing booth. It was unbelievable, all the things being sold and demonstrated and even given away. I never saw so many hot and good-looking men. I was told they had come from all over the States as well as foreign countries to attend this event.
   I was anxious to see what the inside of the lumber camp’s tent. Adam took me to the entrance where two huge men stood guard at the entrance. They really looked like they could keep anyone out. I was glad I was accepted with this crowd.
   We went inside where our crew was preparing the tent for entertainment. It was large enough to hold at least 100 or more standing people and a few seats placed around the outer edge. In the center of the room was a small movie projection booth. Three projectors would be running films at the same time directed at large screens and showing X-rated fuck films. A large beer bar was set up at one end of the tent. Between each of the screens and at each end were four elevated revolving platforms with leather-padded crosses. I was told that later men were to be tied to them and used for part of the entertainment. Big boxes of condoms were placed at various spots around of the room. Adam explained to me that to get a free beer you had to cum in one of the condoms and turn it in to the barkeeper. He said that later on they had a drinking contest to see who could drink down the most cum that the men had deposited in the condoms.
   They piped music into the room as they burned marijuana in the back room and pumped smoke into the tent keeping everyone buzzed. Another section of the room had a small stage with S&M shows using whips and belts, etc. In one part of the large tent a small open jail cell was placed.
   I could hardly wait to see whom they had chosen to be on the four leather-padded crosses. I thought it would be exciting to be chosen for that entertainment but didn’t think Adam had that in mind for me. I followed Adam around the tent as he instructed some of the men of their duties and answered questions. He seemed to be in full charge of the activities and I was proud of him.
   I had to use the restroom and Adam pointed to the side exit were they had set up several portable toilets and a large urinal trough where piss drinkers would volunteer their services. I headed to the still vacant urinal and did my business. As I looked around I noticed the Marine truck and jeep that I had seen earlier at the gatehouse now parked behind the building. I was curious so I went to the back building behind the tent and saw a Marine standing guard. I peeked into the room and saw the six young men setting in a small jail all by themselves. I wondered what was going on but made sure the guard did not see me. I went back into the tent and asked Adam what the Marines were doing in the jail behind this building. He took me by the arm, pulling me aside and quickly motioned for me to lower my voice.
   “I will explain later. The Marines will be part of our entertainment tonight,” Adam said to me. I nodded and said no more about it.
   I thought I would go outside and watch some of the other activities. Adam said he would have one of the other men from the camp go with me because he didn’t want me to get into any bad trouble. He motioned for Mick to escort me.
   Mick was here from Australia and has worked for my father for three years now. He was about 40, with big muscles and great eyes of green. He was balding and now shaved his head but had a nice thick dark mustache. He had a tattoo on each bicep. He looked good in his leather vest and tight jeans. He always showed a big bulge and I remember him fucking Junior one time at the camp. He had a nice set of balls and a big uncut Australian cock. I have always suspected him of being the dude that sucked out my ass one evening but I never confronted him about it. If it was him, I would like to repeat that scene again. He never said much but I had heard rumors that he had been a professional wrestler Down Under. He would be a good man to have around in case of any problems. Mick followed me out the door after Adam instructed him to take care of me. I guess I should have been flattered, but my main reason was to get into some good trouble with some hot men here.
   We headed down the midway looking and talking to people as we shopped around. I was fascinated at all the things that I did not know existed. I found a place where they were selling a chance at a cock-ring. You would give the man some money then you would pull on this string tied to a cock-ring in a big glass jug. It could be from 2 inches across to a huge 8 inches across. You took the ring you had chosen by chance and went to the back room where three men were on a small stage. You could only see them from their waist down to their knees. They were fully dressed in various outfits: Western jeans, leather pants, or a police uniform. You would go up to the man, unzip or unbutton his pants, take out his cock and try to place the cock ring around the cock. By the time you had his cock out it would be semi-hard and you could give them a blow job if you wanted. I bought one ring and gave it a try. I picked one and by the time it was out of his pants it was hard so I gave him a quick blow job, then I left. I wanted the other two but figured I would save my mouth for later on tonight.
   Mick stood patiently outside while I sucked cock inside. He just looked at me when I came outside but said nothing. I was beginning to feel like he was my eunuch guard but I liked him and felt secure in his presence. I really didn’t feel like I had anything to be concerned about because all the men here were just having sexual fun. I will have to admit I liked Adam for being so protective of me but thought now it was time to head back to the main tent to participate in the action there.
Story by Dick Clinton at
Word Count 4,905, 02/10/2005

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