Date: Tue, 8 May 2001 22:27:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Billy Jay Dee
Subject: Wood Chips -- Chapter III by Billy Jay Dee

WOOD CHIPS, Chapter III

By Billy Jay Dee

Bill climbed the wide cedar steps leading to the
second floor of Jeff's place and knocked at the living
room door.

Through the cut glass window in the door, he could see
the raven-haired man look up startled with the knock,
then heard him "Hey!" in response as he hung up the
telephone. Bill could see the remains of a six pack on
the coffee table and the usual bag of toys, condoms
and vaseline.

"Wanna fuck?" Jeff asked smiling as he answered the
door and pulled Bill in with his left hand.

The taller, older man grinned, thinking: "Damn, he's
being subtle tonight. Maybe I've used up the supply of
wood chips he's been providing me free."

Bill looked again at the muscular stud gripping his
wrist. The sky blue eyes that crouched beneath the
single black eyebrow  lost
their twinkle. The haze that replaced their usual
mischievous glow wasn't lust either. Bill was late.
Jeff was drunk. Very drunk. Jeff's face was puffy and
flushed from the hard bottom of his square dimpled
chin to the tip-tops of his almost elfin ears.

As Bill kicked off his boots, Jeff struggled the red
suspenders off his wide shoulders, whacking the
striped blue and grey engineer's shirt twice in the
process. The left nipple that got "thanged" twice
under the shirt had been hard in the first place. Bill
could imagine it stinging sharply as it stood even
more prominently from Jeff's well-formed pec.

Jeff unsnapped this black cotton pants with more
success and flung them to this ankles where they
bunched around the thick grey wool ankle high socks on
his feet. His wide fat eight incher appeared fully
erect. Jeff wasn't wearing shorts. Without a word,
without removing his carhart coat, Bill dropped to his
knees and stretched his lips over the purpled head.
Jeff pulled over his shirt and flung it to the
floor.

Bill's right hand stroked the base of Jeff's meat,
played with his moderately sized, moderately hairy
balls. He tickled at Jeff's asshole where the
middle finger found the entrance to be closed even to
that moderate-sized digit. He then followed the
"treasure trail" from his small traingle of curly
black pubic hair to his hairy muscular chest and hard
nipples.

Jeff massaged the salt and pepper hair on Bill's
scalp, pressing his fellator's head into his crotch
occasionally.

"Come here, buddy," Jeff commanded pulling theolder
man up by his armpits.

"How's this doing?" he asked, groping at Bill's crotch
ineffectually. "Take `em off."

Bill happily complied while Jeff staggered and tried
to hold the older man by the waist and lick at his
six-inch dick.

"Shirt, too!" Jeff instructed while staggering back to
enjoy the view.

Still grinning, Bill managed to pull off his coat,
sweater and shirt all at once. Now naked except for a
pair of wet white socks, Bill reached for his logger
lover.

"Up against the wall and spread," Jeff joked with a
shout and a stifled chuckle.

His strong arms and stubby fingers forced a willing
Bill to comply. Then he stepped forward with bent legs
and slipped his knees inside those of the taller man.
Flicking his own knees outward sent Bill's feet
sliding on the wet floor and lowered his puckering
asshole within range of Jeff's raging cock.  At the
same time, Jeff's left hand slipped under Bill's left
arm and clamped onto the bottom's neck.

"KY?  Condoms?" Bill asked as he felt Jeff's steely
weapon jabbing at his butt. Then he gasped as Jeff
pulled him down further with the half nelson.

"We don't need that," Jeff growled. His right hand
lined up his hungry rod on Bill's hot asscrack and
wedged it into the bunghole.

"Arghhhh," Bill grunted as Jeff assumed the full
nelson.

"How's that?" the top asked as he slamed his cock all
the way in. Before the grimacing recipient of his
onslaught could answer, Jeff started pounding away
with abandon, forcing Bill's face uncomfortably into
the wall.

"Like that?"

It was eight rapid-fire strokes later before Bill
could honestly answer.  As his head continued to slam
against the wall and  and the ache in his hips grew
from the forced position he gritted teeth and managed
to say, "Yeah, I like it."

"I don't," Jeff snarled. "Let's get you on the coffee
table so I can fuck you like a dog."

Bill winced when the thick flat cock flipped out of
his butt, partly from pain and partly from the sudden
empty feeling in the wake of the huge tool's removal.
Limply he stumbled over to the coffee table and tried
to crawl onto it.  Jeff changed his mind and told him
to lay on his back. Then hoisted both his lover's long
legs on to his shoulders and drove his dirty dick up
Bill's ass again.

"Yeah, yeah." Bill moaned then his cupped hands on
Jeff's firm ass.

That was the logger's signal to dig his hairy toes
deeper into the rag rug so he could penetrate Bill
even deeper.

The beer was beginning to take a more serious effect.
Red and puffing, Jeff kept slamming their cojoined
bodies into the table as the drool and sweat rolled
off his face.

"Yeah.  Yeah.  There, there!" he yelled as he let a
hot load go up Bill's guts.

He's eyes remained glassy as he huffed and puffed
above his lover. For a moment it looked like he'd kiss
Bill in appreciation. Then he struggled up. "Thanks."
he mumbled waving his long cock at Bill, letting the
remaining pre-cum and jism fly off in sticky little
lines. "Take care of yourself."
Then he collapsed face first onto the couch next to
Bill.

Bill was taking care of himself.  His right hand
stroked his now solid six incher as he admired his
hulking, hunky rapist's prone form.  A good fucking
and Jeff's rock hard belly rubbing against the
bottom's cock and balls had done the trick. Bill's ass
was already a little sore, but he was still horned up.
Suddenly he heard a sound like a small wave crashing
on the shore. The "whoosh" of sand being driven up the
beach. And finally the tickling and clicking of small
shells co-mingling with the debris at the high line
mark.  Jeff was snoring, dead to the world.

Bill sat up on the coffee table, his knees wide
spread. Jeff was laying ass up on the couch, his right
leg a little bent which lifted his ass.  Bill could
see sawdust in the crack of his furry butt.

"Take care of yourself," he repeated, his grin less
than even, more than lacivious.

He picked up the vaseline jar from where Jeff had
tossed it on the floor. With a twist he sent the top
flying then flipped it over and plopped it onto his
cock. He fucked it a few times, straddled Jeff with
his left knee on the couch, pressed his cock head
between the muscular asscheeks and firmly against the
logger's butt hole.

"A virgin no more," Bill thought, recalling his
buddy's firm resolve never to have his macho sanctuary
invaded. Bill's slick, precum-dribbing prick slid past
the tight sphincter with little trouble. The velvety
insides enveloped the head of Bill's dick in the
warmest sensation its owner could ever remember.
"Ooooooooh, God," he moaned, feeling rare erotic
shivers course upward from his crotch to his armpits.

Long slow strokes merged into bolder, quickening stabs
and still the sleeping top remained still, his snoring
a counterpoint to Bill's ardent
panting.  Bill shifted slightly to get a better grip
with his feet, pushing his cock fully into Jeff's
tight asshole, his pubic hair tangling wetly with
furry asscheeks. He could feel his balls tighten as he
rapidly slid his cock in full strokes into the fleshy
pleasure-channel.

"Oh, oh, yeah, oh, I'm cumming," he grunted aloud.
Pushing fully forward he felt his cock begin to twitch
in orgasm. Just as the first spasm coursed through
him, his victim stirred.

"Huh, uh...wha' the fuck?" Jeff snorted as he arose
from his beer-induced near-coma.

Bill's second cumshot spurted just as the man beneath
him pushed upward. Bill jumped backward, his
still-shooting pecker depositing a glob right in the
middle of Jeff's back.  The two men stood staring at
each other, Jeff's face a mask of puzzlement and
anger, Bill's asweat with the
final tingling of the best cum he'd had in at least
ten years.

"Damn you, what the hell do you think..." Jeff's voice
trailed off as he raised his fists.  His sky blue eyes
hazed over with anger.

"Hey, man," Bill said, raising his hands defensively.
"I just couldn't resist. You have the cutest ass."

Jeff dropped his fists, running his right hand back to
inspect the dripping mess between his recently invaded
asscheeks.  Suddenly, he laughed. He laughed loud.
Reaching  slowly with his gooey fingers between Bill's
legs, he gently gripped the softening cock.

"I guess that little thing didn't hurt me much," he
blurted between guffaws. Pulling Bill into an awkward
bearhug, the big logger said, "Let's go get cleaned
up."

They showered together, Bill taking extra care to swab
clean his buddy's almost-virginal asshole.

The End