Date: Thu, 2 Apr 2009 22:18:59 -0700 (PDT) From: John Colorado Subject: Logging camp Chapter 2 Logging Camp by John of Colorado clrdjhn@yahoo.com Chapter 2 If you are not of age or man/man sex bothers you, then I suggest you leave NOW! Why are you still here, I told you to leave! The names have been changed but the story itself is basically based upon facts. However, some of it is fiction. I woke up to sunshine streaming through the window and the smell of coffee filling the air. Grandpa was already up and in the kitchen. I slowly crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I had a full load of Grandpa and a full bladder. I moved very slowly. It felt like Grandpa had drilled me a new ass hole. I don't know how many times I was used but I know one thing this was a night to remember. Grandpa was a very good bottom and would send me into orbit but then he would send me into outer space when he crawled on top. I was surprised to find a tube of `Preparation H' on the counter by the sink. Grandpa thought of everything. "Good morning, Jim! I was thinking that I would have to come in and wake you"! Grandpa said, rubbing his crotch with his hand. " I must say, you are a real piece of ass. You are one of the best. This little vacation is going to work out just fine. Let's hurry up and finish breakfast. I want another sample from you and then I want another turn at that sweet little ass of yours!" "No way! You made me so sore that I won't be able to take a crap for at least a week and besides we have work to do. Maybe tonight, we'll try again. I must say last night was the best. You are real good for an old man. I bet you were a killer in your prime." "What do you mean, IN MY PRIME? I can hold my own with any of you youngsters!" "That you can. I have the sore ass to prove it. Not complaining but by this evening, I'll be ready for more." "You know my bottom lets me know that you did a fine job on it. Your Dad would take a buggy whip to me if he knew what was going on. For some reason, I never laid a finger on him when he was growing up. I know there were many times that I would have like too but didn't . Let's eat! Breakfast is getting cold. And we have lots of work to do." Grandpa and I ate breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen. We took a cup of coffee into the living room and spent some quality time just visiting and catch up on what is going on in our lives. It had been two years since we had seen each other. Mom had a terrible bout with cancer. Both Dad and I were kept busy taking care of her. We finally had to put her in a home and Dad would not leave her side. He insisted that I had to get away form it all and arranged for me to come and visit with Grandpa. Mom and Grandpa didn't get along very well and Grandpa felt it was better to stay away but would return with me when the time arrived. I knew that I could get that dreaded phone call at any time. "If we are going to get our little project finished we had better get started on it. Lets move into the den and do it". declared Grandpa. Grandpa wanted me to read what I had written. The parts about our love session were added by me and was a surprise to grandpa.. I had really surprised him and his eyes got tears in them. "What is wrong, Grandpa. Did I get it all wrong? Are you sure you want to continue?" "Jim, nothing is wrong. I just though what a marvelous job you are doing and yes I want to continue." "I am just writing down what you are telling me and adding few little side trips. I do want to go back and do some editing? Grandpa, I think we need to get a tape recorder and I can write later. It is so hard to keep up and I think that we lose part of the story having you wait on me." "No, there is plenty of time when we get all that done, then we can go back and edit. You are right about the tape recorder. Wait here and I will be right back." Grandpa came back with a state of the ark recorder. "I hope you know how to work that crazy thing, because I sure don't. One of my clients er I mean friends, left it I took the tape recorder, plugged it and had it working in no time at all. "Well, lets do it! Anytime Grandpa!" "The twins were something else. During the day and at school, we had a very good time and acted like normal teenagers. At night, a different bunch of boys came forth. I don't know how we did it but we went two weeks with only a couple of hours of sleep each night. Between the three of us, we had sex in every way conceivable and imaginable. We became very creative and loved every minute. We all walked around with a big grin on our face." Grandpa paused and didn't go on. "Lets take a break. I can see something is bothering you and there really is no rush." I looked at Grandpa and he was crying. I rushed to him and took him in my arms. Not a word was spoken and we both knew what was needed. We just stood their hugging each other, letting Grandpa work out what was troubling him. I sat down and turned the tape recorded on and waited for Grandpa to continue. Finally, Grandpa said, "I am ok now. I think that we can go on. This was a period of my life that was extremely difficult for me. I really wasn't prepared for what happen next and it threw me for quite a loop. I became a complete basket case." "One night, I had one twin fucking my ass and the other sucking my cock as I was jacking him off. My dad walked in on us. I was never so embarrassed in all my life. I really thought that he was going to kill all three of us. "Get out of here you queers. Go home where you belong!" The twins grabbed some clothes and took of. Dad took his big leather belt and gave me a beating that I will never forget. He used the buckle end.. In fact, I knew that I would die by the time he finished with me. Then he left. He was gone for about ½ hour and returned with the twin's father. They both came in and took off their cloths and raped me several times while hitting and kicking me. Then he beat me again with the belt. I just wanted to die, I hurt so bad." "That will teach you, queer! The next time will be worse and I am sure there won't be a next time.." They left and returned, dragging the twins with them. Their father used Dad's belt and beat both boys. They then proceeded to rape each boy. Dad and the boys father took turns hitting and kicking the twins. When they finished, they made each boy rape the other. I was in such bad of shape I couldn't, even move much less do anything. However, I wasn't to escape. I heard strange voices and realized that 4 more men were in the room. The twins and I were raped several more times and we finally passed out. I don't know how long we were out and when I came to, I couldn't move. I was the next thing to dead. Finally, the boys came around and all we could do was talk. We decided that maybe we would live but it was doubtful." " The next day, Mom and the twin's mother took us to the hospital in Bend. We spent 6 days there and finally we were released, our bodies looked a real mess. Dad told the police that a visiting football team caught us and used their anger to make up for their loss of the game the night before. This was a lie but as far as I know it was never investigated. The twins family had moved while we were in the hospital and I never saw them again." " My own family moved into Bend, the next week. I refused to go with them and stayed in the logging camp. I never saw my dad again. Mom, my brothers and sisters came out for a visit about a month after I was released from the hospital. My dad never really recovered and shot himself one day. Mom took the family back to Texas and that was the last I ever saw or heard of them. I have always wanted to look them up but could never rake up the nerve to do it." " After the episode with my dad, I had just turned 17 and entering my senior year of high school. I had to find some way to support myself and I was down to my last $2.00. Things were looking very bleak. I went to the country store and applied for a job after school. I knew that I wouldn't make much but at least I would eat. Scottie, the man who ran the store also was the camp cook and camp caretaker. It just so happened that the man who was the cook's helper and caretaker of the grounds, shower house, and bachelor's quarters, wanted to retire. I was given the job and could work after school." Grandpa and I decided to call it quits for the day.. I spent the rest of the afternoon typing and catching up. We had dinner and moved into the bedroom.