Date: Wed, 7 Mar 2001 16:42:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: Wood Chips by Billy Jay Dee

WOOD CHIPS
By Billy Jay Dee

"Be careful, dear!" my wife called from the front
yard.

I was headed out the icy road to get another truckload
of wood chips from Jeff Hogg's mill. Jeff had been in
the local newspaper's "Police Log" again. This month
he'd threatened a contractor who'd leased some
equipment from him.

We first read of Jeff three months before. He'd been
sitting in the Jacuzzi with his best friend and girl
friend. The men were naked. The woman wore a long
white t-shirt that did little to hide her large round
breasts, dark nipples and patches of pubic hair. Jeff
nudged his buddy with his left arm while grabbing his
girlfriend's elbow with his right hand.

"How about sucking our cocks?" he asked as both men
eased up out of the tepid water expectantly.

"Fuck, no!" she snapped shoving him back.

As his firm hard buttocks bounced off the edge of the
pool, he coolly slapped her across the mouth. The
police arrived shortly after that. His name appeared
among those charged with assault in the next issue of
the paper.

My wife and I met him a few weeks later at the office
Christmas party. He was in the market for a new
girlfriend and started dating a friend of my wife's.
That relationship didn't lasted too long, but he and I
became friends during it. (He hasn't found a woman in
our small town that hasn't been warned about him
since.)

He seemed to like me and gave us free wood chips to
help with the landscaping of our new house. His
portable mill was located out of town nine miles next
to the home he was building.

I pulled into the yard where I could see him working
alone in the sunshine on the saw. I parked where it
would be easy to back up to the snow-frosted wood chip
pile, but not appear presumptuous that he would give
it away like usual. Even though he's several inches
shorter than my 6'1" and twenty years younger than my
forty-five, I always found him a little intimidating.

When I slammed the truck door, he didn't turn around.
I stomped loudly as my long legs carried me closer. I
did not want to startle him when he had his large
hands around the saw blade.

"Bill!" he called with a cock-eyed grin and a rising
note that stretched out my name.

"Hey, Jeff," I grinned back.

He kept his head half tilted and body half turned as
he put down his wrench and pulled off his gloves. His
striped engineers shirt was unzipped all the way down
to the middle of his chest revealing a muscled white
body contrasting sharply with jet-black chest hair and
the harsh sunburn on his neck. The collars of his
shirt were flung wide across his broad shoulders. Red
suspenders clinging tightly to his barrel chest held
up his narrow-waisted black pants.

The pants did nothing to show off his fine ass, but
they did brag up his flat hard belly. Jeff kept his
black hair cut short and face clean-shaven, in
contrast to my salt-and-pepper hair and bristly
moustache. His face when not sunburned was as white as
his chest in sharp contrast to the deep red blush his
cheeks could show. All this above a square dimpled
chin. His eyebrows spread wide up and across his
forehead to couple above his nose. His eyes (God his
eyes!) were baby blue. They could be bright as the sky
on a cloudless summer day or cold as the brow of
Heaven on a clear, Alaska winter's morn.

"How's it hanging?" he asked still grinning and
extending a clean white hand with large long stubby
fingers  -- the kind of fingers that let you know
there's a large long thick dick hanging down the leg
of his loose fitting trousers.

"Great! How's it going with you?"

"Good," he said and then mumbled it again, nodding his
head and glancing from the truck to Bill and then back
again. Some thought replaced the smile on his face.

"Need some more wood chips?" he asked, his eyes not
quite so bright, the smile slipped from his face.

"Is that possible, buddy? Got some to spare?"

"I think," Jeff nodded, sky blue eyes on the ground.

"Let's go over here," he said, indicating the
floorless shed of rough-cut sweet-smelling cedar he
used to store chainsaws, tools, oil, gas, and parts
for his mill.

As he set down the odds and ends he carried over from
the mill on a plank supported by sawhorses, he asked,
"How many loads you taken out of here, Bill?"

I'd anticipated that question for some time. He turned
to look at me. The pupils of his eyes were taut
pinpoints of intense passion. He breathed heavily as
he stared into my blue eyes. When he turned he found
me
reaching for my wallet. I, too, breathed excitedly.

"I don't want you money, buddy," he demurred. His
powder blue eyes slid down my lanky frame to the
sawdust floor. Two fingers of his right waved away my
wallet as the left closed the shed door a little. He
cleared his voice and waited.

"Well, then," I whispered huskily, "How can I ever
repay you?"

We stood close and I boldly stared into his rosy face.
His glacial cold eyes met and held mine in a harsh
stare. He thought a moment, not looking away, not
searching my face, but rather searching my eyes.

"Your wife sure is pretty."

I laughed with relief. I could feel the blush rise on
my cheeks as my eyes danced merrily before his.

"You like those long legs and blonde hair and big
tits?" I asked with a grin. My cupped hands traced her
fine figure in the small space between our bellies.
Then I patted his left shoulder with my right hand and
left it resting there.

"Yeah," he smirked, blushing again and looking down.

So did I.

"Looks like someone else likes her, too!" I pointed
out as I let my right index finger ride up the crease
bulging out of his trousers. When I looked up, he just
kept staring sternly into my face.

"I don't think she'd go for it," I said.

"No?" His left arm came to rest in the small of my
back, his fingers rounded as though to pull me closer.

"What if I could find another pair of willing lips and
a tight hole?"

"Nearby?" he asked coolly

"You got condoms and "KY"?"

"We don't need that yet."

He looked down at his crotch. So did I. His calloused
hand pried the first button on his trousers open, then
popped all the others. He stared at me pointedly a
moment and then back at his crotch. He then shrugged
off his suspenders, grabbed his shirt by the shoulders
and yanked it off. Jeff wasn't wearing any shorts. His
cock flew out of the open fly. Before I could react,
his trousers slid lazily off his small tight ass and
dropped to the tops of his heavy leather logging
boots. A treasure trail of black semi-curly hair
starting between his cold-hardened nipples led down
his belly and a small patch of night-like hair
kneeling at the root of a thick flat shaft of bruised
purple flesh.

I removed my coat and knelt before my woods-god.
Sawdust speckled his pubic hair and clung to his tight
round balls. He smelled of cedar and the morning
chill. I reached for the base of his big dick. His
hands spread on either side of my head, clamped down
on my ears and bent down my mouth. With a little shake
of his ass and wobble of the purple crown of his
manhood, he shoved his cock up through my lips, slid
it across the roof of my mouth and started banging the
back of my throat.

I gagged a bit, but eased back on the broad shaft,
letting my tongue thrum rapidly on his cum-tube and
then on the prominent ridge of his cockhead.

"Oh, yeah, Bill.  Suck it.  Feels so good, ummmm,"
he groaned.

I took a bit more of the eight-inch monster into my
mouth and began a slow in and out movement. I could
feel his nearly tasteless precum dripping onto my
tongue.

I grabbed his tight muscular ass cheeks and felt them
tense further as he pumped into my mouth. He bent his
knees, pulled my head down further and soon drove that
purple-headed monster in with a steady rhythm.

"Ahhhh, mmmm, I'm close.  Fuck.  Ready to...." His
husky voice drifted off into the cold air. I moved a
hand to his low-hanging balls, feeling them slide
upward in their hairy enclosure. He shoved hard,
pulled my head into his crotch and then grunted
loudly: "Oh, oh, oh, it's cumming.  Suck it up.  Yeah!
Take my juice...Ahhhhhhhhhhh."

I felt the first spurt hit the back of my throat and
backed off to catch another equally plentiful
ejaculation on my tongue...salty-sweet with a bitter
edge. I gently tugged his balls as several smaller
spasms produced more cum.

Jeff leaned down onto the top of my head, gaining his
balance by gripping the workbench directly behind me.
His cock popped out of my mouth with a loud slurping
noise. For several minutes, he hung there panting
loudly, his still-dripping organ dangling in front of
my eyes.

"Shit, Bill," he said as he straightened up.  He
wobbled a little.  His face was pale and his ice blue
eyes
iced over.  He gulped audibly and then nodded for me
to pick up his shirt.  "It's cold as hell in here.
Let's go up to the house. I need to warm up."

I stood, picked my coat up from the workbench and
followed his broad disheveled form up the pathway to
his log bungalow.

"Coffee or something?" he asked as we entered the warm
kitchen. The blush was returning to his square jawed
face as was the charming smile.

I fidgeted a moment, trying to press my still-erect
cock into a more comfortable position. Jeff's eyes
followed my hand.

"Forgot, still haven't had yours," he smirked.  He
reached for my crotch and gripped my cock
and balls in his big right hand. He stared at me dead
eyed for a cold moment then his arm slid around my
waist and we marched down a
wide hallway to a sparsely furnished bedroom. We sat
down side-by-side on the double bed and he began to
unbutton my shirt. I stood and undid my belt and
pulled down the zipper of my fly. My cock, still
tangled in my white jockey shorts, popped out into
Jeff's waiting hand. "Nice one," he said, gripping my
six inches that seemed small compared to the thick
hunk I recently had between my lips. Jeff didn't
appear to mind at all as he slid my shorts and pants
down, poking predatorily at my exposed erection.

He finished stripping me by forcing me gently onto
the
bed with a shove while he removed my boots, socks,
pants
and underwear.

"Man, you are very good-looking for an old...er, I
mean, you have a great body," he snickered, his face
reddening at his slip of the tongue.

I laughed, "It's okay, son...you are right handsome
yourself for a young virgin."

His grin expanded as he finished undressing himself.
I could see
his cock was making a surprising revival. He lurched
toward me, knelt between my legs and gripped the base
of my throbbing prick in the fingers of his right
hand.

"Your turn to cum," he said, pushing me back to a
lying position. I felt his warm, wet tongue touch
my hard dick. He spread my legs wider and began
playing with my balls roughly as he expertly tongued
the full
length of my cock. His mouth slid downward to my balls
and he sucked each one hard, his lips pinching the
ruffled sack before lifting my legs
and pressing me further back on the bed.

"Mmmmm, a beautiful ass," he whispered huskily his
eyes again glazed with passion. His
mouth was soon on my asshole with lots of spit and
loud lip-smacking. "Like a hot pussy," he said as he
lifted his head momentarily. Then he plunged down
again, sticking his tongue directly against my pucker.

He sucked and licked for what seemed like minutes, but
may have been only seconds.

"Gonna fuck you," he announced as he stood. He spit
into his hand and slathered it onto his cock, now
fully erect and drooling precum.

"Condom?"  I asked weakly.

He growled in response hefting my left thigh a little
higher.  I felt the big knob at the entrance to my
ass. Slowly, he pressed forward as I tried to relax
for his intrusion.

"Oh, ow," I moaned reflexively at the initial pain.
Jeff stood stock still, expressionless for a moment.
We were both breathing heavily. I looked up at him and
could see sweat moistening his forehead and matting
the black hair on his chest.

He looked directly into my eyes, but made not a sound
as he shoved forward, lodging about half of his thick
rod in my straining asshole. As he eased back a bit,
to strike at my ass again, pleasure replaced the pain.

"Oh, that's good. Now. Yeah, fuck me," I moaned.

Jeff didn't need further invitation. Grabbing my cock,
which had dwindled to a semi-erect state at the pain
of entry, he shoved the rest of his fat prick inside
me.

He began a slow, merciless, steady in and out motion,
pumping my cock with the same rhythm. Sweat, spit and
the copious leakage of his precum did little to ease
his rampant prick's dry rape of my butthole. I shoved
my ass up to meet his strokes and felt his heavy balls
slapping against my dampened asscheeks.

"Ah, yeah, that's it. Faster, faster, fuck me, fuck
me," I grunted.

Jeff's groans merged with my own. "Uh, take it. Take
my cock. I'm gonna cum in you...soon, uh, uh, now,
here it cums. Ahhhhhh, oh, fuck, yeah."

I felt his thick manmeat twitching and spurting inside
my ass. His steady pumping of my stiffened sensitive
pecker set me off immediately after the first surge of
his hot jizm.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, I'm shooting...ahhhhh," I told
him as my thick white cream squirted into the dark
hair of his broad chest and flat belly. "So good."

He literally fell onto me, his elbows down to keep our
chests and faces from too intimate a contact,  his
cock inching further into my still-twitching butthole.
We lay breathing heavily, the moistness of our
exertions gluing our crotches together. As we caught
our breath, Jeff rolled onto his side, staring
directly into my eyes.

"I'll get the backhoe and load up the wood chips.
You've taken care of two loads." An eyebrow twitched
in amusement as his cold eyes continued to stare at
me.

I laughed to myself, thinking about how many more
loads it would take to finish the landscaping.