I LEARN ABOUT FUCKING AND SUCKING AT THE CANNERY

 	I was 16 when I first went to work at the Oconomowoc Cannery 
in Wisconsin during the pea canning season, but it wasn't until 
the summer of my 18th year that I found out how much fun sex with 
hardworked, hardbodied horny men could be.  

	In the early 50's the Oconomowoc cannery only operated 
during harvest season for corn and peas.  Everyone who worked 
there, lived in barracks and ate in the company chowhall.  It was 
eight weeks of hard work.  Everyone under 18 was heavily 
chaperoned.

	Although it wasn't much by today's standards for the 50's 
the pay was great.  We worked from 7am to 8pm, seven days a week 
for eight six weeks and went home with over $1000 and several 
cases of canned peas and corn.  Which was a small fortune to a 18 
year old farm boy in 1952.

	The first two years it was all work and no play, however the 
year I turned 18, prior to going active with the National Guard, 
I decided to spend one more two month stretch canning peas and 
corn. 

	Gary Trapper, a friend from High School who was straight as 
a stick and didn't know how much I loved him, and I were the only 
ones from previous years that signed up for one more summer of 
hard work.

	Because we had recently passed our 18th birthday, we were 
berthed in the adult barracks and no longer under the strict 
rules of previous years.

	Gary was just pushing six feet so he was tapped to work in 
the fields.  I was under the minimum height for a field worker so 
I was assigned to the cannery.  

	We drove down from Stevens Point together and signed in at 
the office.  Where we were given our barracks and work 
assignments.  Gary was to report at 7am the next morning for the 
first day of work in the fields.  I wouldn't go to work until the 
following day, when the first load of peas would be unloaded and 
sent through the line to be canned.

	I worked the output end of the hopper.  That's where the 
cans come out of the hopper after being sealed.  I would then 
load them into the cooking carts and push them over to the 
kitchen.  Unless you have worked in a cannery it is hard to 
explain.  But it is hard work that builds up strong shoulders, 
arms, hips and legs.

	At the end of the summer I had a forty-four inch chest, 28 
inch waist and 39 inch hips.  Oh, to be 18 again.

	Anyway, the first day there I had nothing to do except lay 
around the barracks.  All but two of us in my barracks had been 
sent out to the fields.  After everyone had left, I decided to 
take a shower and was enjoying the warm water washing over my 
body when the another factory worker came in and sat down on the 
bench just outside of the shower area.

	He was fully dressed and about 25 years old. He just sat 
there watching me for a few minutes and then said, "You don't 
mind if I watch?"  I replied, "Suit yourself, it doesn't bother 
me."

	He said, "You really have a nice looking ass.  Did you know 
that."

	I'm not really stupid, but for some reason I didn't catch on 
to what he was suggesting.  I said, "Yeah, I've had a lot of 
people tell me I have a cute ass.  Actually it has always 
irritated me to hear them say it."

	"Sorry."  He said.  He just sat there for a while quietly 
watching me, got up and left.  

	I turned off the shower and was toweling dry when he came 
back.  He was nude holding a towel and a jar of Vaseline.  He 
looked at me and said, "I had hoped you would still be in the 
shower."

	I was still being dense and replied, "Well, I guess I'm 
finished."

	He said, "I'm sorry to hear that.  I had hoped we could 
spend some time in the shower together."

	It started to soak into my water logged brain that he was 
interested in more than just soap and water.  I said, "Well, I 
wasn't able to get to my back...."

	He interrupted and said, "Good, I'll wash it for you."

	I'd had a couple of experiences with sex in High School, but 
mostly it was just mutual masturbation.  Gary and I had been 
friends for close to four years and, as I mentioned, I was very 
much in love with him, but afraid to let him know it for fear I 
would lose his friendship.  

	When I was 17 I became the unwilling participant in a gang 
bang.  It was at an out of town Basketball game.  I was in the 
restroom pissing when this guy came in and standing at the urinal 
began to masturbate.  I was fascinated watching him and he asked 
me if I would suck it.  

	I'd never sucked a cock and gave what was easily heard to be 
a reluctant no.  He was persistent and finally talked me intogiving him a
handjob.  

	Later that night him and four other guys offered me a ride 
to the local bar.  Instead they took me to a cabin in the woods, 
beat me up, fucked me and forced me to suck their cocks.  If it 
hadn't of been for the beating, it would have been a lot of fun.   

	The only other sexual experience I had was totally awesome. 
I was picked up after my 18th birthday party while hitchhiking 
home and .... but that's another story. Anyway, although I knew 
what this guy wanted, I didn't really know what to do or say.  

	I got into the shower with him and he started soaping down 
my back.  As he soaped my back with one hand he started soaping 
my ass with the other one.  When he reached between my legs and 
cupped my balls I got an immediate erection.

	He said, "I guess you like that." 

	I said, "I sure do."

	He then let go of my balls and hugging me from behind both 
of his hands moved to my groin as he pulled me back so his hard 
cock was pushed against his stomach and cradled between my 
buttocks.

	He kissed me behind the ear and then licked my ear and said, 
"You ever been fucked?"

	I said, "A couple of times."

	He asked, "I want to fuck you, ok?"

	I didn't answer him I was to busy enjoying the feel of his 
soapy hands running up and down my cock and balls and the heat of 
his hard throbbing cock as it slid up and down between my 
buttocks.

	I leaned forward and bending slightly at the waist I leaned 
on the a wall with both hands and started moving my hips up and 
down so my buttocks were massaging his cock.

	"Yes.... this sweet little ass wants to be fucked."  As he 
said this I felt his cock slide back and the head of it slip down 
my soapy ass crack until it was poking at the door.

	As he pushed forward a sharp pain ran from my asshole up to 
my throat and came out as a sharp gasp and load moan.

	He didn't push any further, and he didn't withdraw.  His 
cock head held my asshole open and he said, "Just relax.  It will 
only hurt a little at first."

	I remembered the rape and then when the man fucked me in his 
car.  I knew the pain would change to pleasure just as it did in the
rape and the far greater pleasure in the car.  So I relaxed.  
I pushed my hips back toward him forcing his cock deeper as I 
tried to shit him out hoping to open my sphincter and give him 
easier access to my rectum.

	It worked and his cock slipped deeper filling me with hot 
pleasure as it pressed against my prostrate.  I leaned against 
the wall humping my ass to keep the head of his cock rubbing my 
prostrate.  He didn't move but let me pleasure myself with the 
two or three inches of cock he'd pushed into my ass.

	As I was rotating my ass on his cock and backing up with my 
hips to claim more of that hot shaft when he reached up and 
turned off the water. 

	He said, "Let me get this pole greased up.  Then I'll really 
fuck you good."  He didn't remove his cock, but, I felt his 
fingers probing around it in my asshole.  He was pushing Vaseline 
up my ass and also greasing up his fuck pole.  Then he shoved it 
in a little deeper.  

	As my asshole became greasy and his cock slide deeper and 
deeper into my guts there were minor jabs of pain but they were 
forgotten completely as the pleasure started building.

	Finally his cock was buried it's full seven inches up my ass 
and his hot balls were pushing against mine.  He reached around 
with both hands and began again to massage my cock and balls as 
his hips began moving, his prick still buried its full seven 
inches inside of me.

	At first he just stayed buried deep in my ass as he twisted 
his hips and stirred up sensations of pleasure that were building 
in my guts and coming out my mouth in soft groans of pleasure.

	Then very slowing he pulled out until just the head of his 
cock was still in me.  As he slid out I tried to clamp down to 
hold him in.  With my ass clamped on his cock he hammered his 
hips forward and with a hard fast thrust buried his cock deep 
into my ass again.  

	Sensations of pleasure rippled up my guts and through my 
chest, my cock was throbbing and jumping so hard it hurt as he 
repeated over and over the slow withdrawal from my clamped and 
reluctant to be emptied ass and then the fast pounding thrust as 
his hips slammed into my buttocks.  Faster and faster his balls 
bounced off my balls and his cock filled me with white hot 
pleasure. 

	I wanted to say something sexy but all that came out was, 
"Oh yes .... fuck my ass, fuck it hard."

	Faster and harder he slid his cock in and out of my grasping 
pulsing ass hole.  He was fucking me so hard that with each thrust of
his cock he lifted my feet off the ground.  As he withdrew I stood on
shaky knees waiting for the next ride up into the air.

	As the water had previously once cascaded from the shower 
down my back my sweat now dripped from me and mingled with the 
sweat dripping from his body.  When I was sure that the 
sensations were more than I could bear and still stand up, when I 
thought my legs could no longer hold me, he drove hard once more 
into my bowels and I felt his cock pulse as the heat of his cum 
filled my guts.

	Three more times he drove that hard cock home and I felt the 
ripple of cum slid up it to fill me with a warm heat.  On the 
fourth and final cum gushing thrust as his cock slide past my 
prostrate I felt the cum gush up my cock shoot out of me with 
such force I thought my guts were going out the end of my cock.  
I shot a load of cum so hard out the end of my straining cock 
that I heard it splat against the tiles in front of me.

	He pulled out, reached up and turned on the shower and 
handing me a bar of soap, said, "I'm Tom, what's your name?"

	I said, "Doug."

	He said, "Okay Doug, that was some goddamned fine shower, 
we'll have to do it again some time."  Then he wrapped his towel 
around his waist and left.    

	I was standing there toweling off, kind of disappointed with 
the wam-bam-thank-you-mam fuck, but at the same time enjoying the 
afterglow.

	I turned toward the wall leaned in letting the water wash 
down my back.  The hot water running down the crack of my ass and 
stinging my bruised anus, was both soothing and erotic.  I was 
leaning there with my eyes closed when I felt a hand slide 
between my thighs to grab my cock and a greasy finger slide into 
my ass.

	I looked over my shoulder and there was Tom with this shit 
eating grin on his face, "Since we are alone and can't start work 
until tomorrow, I wondered if you might like to suck my cock?"

	I turned around, pulling his hand away from my balls and his 
finger out of my ass by the movement of my body and said, "You'll 
have to tell me what to do, I don't have very much experience 
with this."

	He said, "You're kidding me right?"

	I said, "No, I've only had sex with a man once before."  I 
didn't count the rape as a sexual experience.  Then I added, "Of 
course, I did have some fun with a couple of other kids about three
years ago."

	"Well," he paused, "Do you have a girl friend?"

 	I said, "No, I've never done anymore than kiss a girl.  It wasn't 
very exciting."

	He looked at me and cocked his head to one side and asked, 
"You ever kissed a man?"

	I said, "Yeah" and felt the heat rise in my face.  He said, 
"I guess that was pretty exciting."

	Since we were both nude in the shower there wasn't any 
reason to lie, my cock twitched and started to grow just thinking 
about it.  So for answer I moved into his arms and surrounded his 
lips with mine.

	I knew it was the right thing to do as he moved forward 
trapping my hardening rod between our stomach's.  As we kissed I 
felt his rising cock slide up between my legs and the hot swollen 
gland press into my groin.

	He was maybe just an inch taller than me, but our bodies fit 
together very well as my arms encircled his head and his hands 
found purchase on the globes of my ass.

	As we kissed I closed my legs on his cock.  I loved the 
sensation of that hot pole as it slide in and out between my 
thighs massaging my balls and groin.  At the same time my love 
muscle was being squeezed and pleasured by the pressure between 
our stomachs.

	I opened my lips and his tongue found entrance as I felt the 
bristles of his beard prickle my lips and cheeks.  His tongue was 
a slimy snake in my mouth that I fought with my own tongue and 
sucked into my throat.

	Placing his hands under my arm pits he lifted me into the 
air as he kissed me and as my feet came off the floor I wrapped 
my legs around his hips and felt the head of his cock once more 
probing at the door of my ass.

	Because the water had removed any lubrication he didn't try 
to enter my dry asshole, he just kept the head of his cock 
sliding back and forth massaging the door to my love canal, 
knocking for entrance.

	As our tongues traded places, I explored the inside of his 
mouth, sliding over his teeth, probing into his throat and 
cheeks.  He sucked and pleasured my tongue with his mouth as my 
prick was being pleasured by the movement of our bodies.

	He pulled back from the kiss and said, "Are you ready to 
suck my cock?"

	I said, "Yes".  

	He slowly lowered my body until I was on my knees in front 
of him the dripping mouth of his cockhead a fraction of an inch 
from my mouth.  I looked at it and decided I was in love -- not 
with Tom, but with that lovely, long, narrow mushroom topped 
cock.

	There was a ridge of scar tissue where the foreskin had been 
removed and the skin on his prick was stretched taut showing the 
ridges and veins that kept it full and hot.  The head was a 
purple mushroom with a pink mouth held open by a glistening clear 
drop of precum.

	I licked the sweet drop from his prick with the tip of my 
tongue and kissed it with saliva moistened lips.  Then I slowly 
slide my lips down the bulge of the head savoring the velvet feel 
of it as it slide into my mouth.

	With just his velvet soft sweet tasting cock in my mouth, I 
breathed in through my nose savoring the smell of his sweat and 
the musk of his lust.

	Holding his ass with both hands I circled the head of his 
cock with my lips locating the places where he received the most 
pleasure.  With my finger in his ass, my tongue played with his 
cock head.  

	I knew when I was finding the most delicate and pleasurable 
spots as his asshole would twitch and tighten on my finger and 
his soft moans would get louder as he muttered, "Yes, oh god 
yes."

	His hands massaged my head and tickled my face.  His fingers 
found my lips ran around them feeling his cock as it was being 
sucked and tickling my lips.

	He leaned back on the wall and pushed his hips out as his 
hands gently pulled on my head.  I let him guide me and slowly I 
felt his cock slide past my tongue.  When the head found the back 
of my throat I started to gag and he released the pressure on my 
head.

	I backed up just enough to get a breathe of air.  I sucked 
in air around his cock and felt his ass twitch as his cock 
jerked.  So I gently blew out and sucked in again.  Breathing in 
long sucks and blows through my mouth I let the air massages his 
cock as it passed in and out through my lips.

	As I did this he was again moaning, with his asshole 
twitching and slowly I took more and more of his cock into my 
throat.  As the velvet soft head slide past my tongue it closed 
my throat and I could no longer suck or blow air past it.  

	This time when I started to gag I didn't pull away.  I just 
tried to relax and let it happen.  Hot tears were coming out of 
my eyes, but I ignored them also and started swallowing to get 
more and more of the wonderful warmth of his cock past the gag 
reflex and into my throat.

	As my lips felt the hair of his groin and my nose pushed 
against his stomach he held my head and began slow short 
movements of his hips.  

	I was so thrilled by the feel of his crotch hairs on my 
face, the pressure of his cock on my lips, the heat of the shaft 
as it filled my mouth and the wonderful in and out warmth of his 
slippery cock head in my throat that I barely understood what he 
was saying as he groaned and whimpered with delight.

	Suddenly I felt the gush of his cum slide up the shaft past 
my lips, pulse along my tongue and flood my throat.  I gagged and 
he pulled back with a quick apology.  I shook my head and sucked 
hard on his cock and as the bulge of the head slide back to my 
lips another gusher of cum filled my mouth and went up and out my 
nose.

	I grabbed his cock with one hand and began milking it like a 
cow's teat as I sucked more sweet/bitter cum from his cock.  When 
there was no more juice in him and his cock was getting soft I 
let him go.  He let go of my head and slide down to the tile 
floor.

	Lying on my stomach on the tile floor, I began to lick his 
balls and groin and then took his soft cock into my mouth.  I 
have a hard time describing what it is like to have a soft 
drooling cock in my mouth.  It was sweet and filling like a mouth 
full of deliciously wicked gum.

	He was moaning and mumbling as I sucked, tongued and chewed 
on his soft cock.

	I kissed his cock one last time and took a quick gentle 
nibble on the soft head.  Then sitting up next to him I pulled 
him to me and we began kissing and licking each others face.  I 
put his hand on my hard cock and asked, "What do I do with this?"

	He said, "I am to damn spent to suck it.  Why don't you just 
stand up and fuck my face."

	I stood up over him my legs spread out to each side and he 
reached up and grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled my cock 
into his mouth.  Unlike me he didn't even hesitate.  

	My cock slide its full six and a half inches into his mouth 
and as I felt the ministrations of his tongue on the shaft and 
the moist heat of his throat on the head of my cock, I exploded 
with a load of cum pulling my guts once more up and out of mycock.

	Sitting there against the wall his legs splayed out in a 'V' 
he sucked three quick loads of cum out of my cock.  I never even 
pulled out.  I just stood there my cock filling his throat and 
emptied my cum filled nuts into him.  

	My legs gave way with the last load and I slide back down to 
the floor.

	I laid down on the tile next to him with my head cradled in 
his lap and began to lick and suck on his soft cock.  After a few 
minutes he said, "I think we better finish our shower and get 
dressed before the field hands return."

	Reluctantly I agreed with him.  As we dressed I said, "How 
about tonight after everyone is sleeping, you fuck me and let me 
suck your cock again?"

	He laughed and said, "You haven't had enough for one night." 

	I replied, "I don't think I will ever get enough."  

	He said, "Would you be willing to let some of the other guys 
fuck you."

	I said, "Sure."  Hell at that time I would have let anything 
with a cock fuck me.  I had never enjoyed anything as much as I 
enjoyed being fucked and sucking cock -- not then not ever.

	He said, "In that case, I'm sure I can get you enough cock 
to satisfy your wildest dreams."

	I said, "How."

	He replied, "Don't worry about how, just if someone says 
'Tom sent me' find someplace to go and give them a blowjob or let 
them fuck you."

	"Where would we go, unless it is working time the barracks 
are full, the rest of the time we're working."

	Tom said, "There are a lot of quiet grassy places at the 
park surrounded by bushes.  And if you want a bed, I have a 
little bedroom set up in Warehouse.  You can use that as long as 
you tell me first."

	I asked, "What if the Warehouse foreman catches us." 

	Tom replied with a wink, "I'm the warehouse foreman."

	As we were toweling off a real skinny kid came in to take a 
shower.  I was watching the kids cock as it dangled between his 
legs, then looked up and saw Tom smiling at me and shaking hishead.

	I dried off and got dressed.

	For the next week there wasn't much thought of sex.  It was 
get up, work, eat and go to bed exhausted by 9pm.  The second 
week the schedule was the same, but 9pm didn't seem to be that 
late.

	About half-way through the week Gary suggested that we take 
a walk after supper.  We wandered down the road to a park that 
the cannery kept for the workers and found a quiet place away 
from everyone else.

	Gary was pretty quiet and insisted that we find a spot where 
we could talk without being over heard.  We found a place behind 
some bushes where the grass was soft and settled down with our 
backs against a tree.

	Gary and I had been friends a long time, and like a lot of 
friends didn't always have to be talking.  We sat there for a 
long time just looking at the stars.

	As we sat there I began wondering what it would be like to 
kiss Gary.  I was fantasizing about kissing and holding him when 
he said, "I heard this guy at the warehouse talking about some 
queer he had fucked."

	I said, "Say what?"

	He said, "We were unloading the tools at the warehouse and 
this guy was telling the driver about a young kid he had fucked 
the first day we were here."

	I asked, "What all did he say?"  

	"He said he found this guy in the shower alone and the guy 
asked him if he wanted to fuck him.   So the warehouse guy said 
he fucked his ass and then the kid sucked his cock for him."

	I said, "Did he say who it was?"

	"He said for 10 bucks he'd tell the guy who the kid was and 
set it up for him to get his cock sucked."

	"Did the guy give him the ten?"  I was getting a little 
concerned.  I didn't want Gary to learn about me, at least not 
that way, and I certainly didn't want anyone selling my name as 
someone who gave blowjobs.

	"No, he said he wasn't horny enough to fuck some faggot.  
Maybe in a couple of weeks."

	I asked, "I guess you don't know who he was talking about."

	He looked at me with that little smile he has when he is 
about to do something he thinks is funny and said, "I think I 
know who it is."

	I asked, "Who?"

	I gritted my teeth and waited for the "You" to come out.  
Instead he said.  "You know that skinny guy in the last bunk?  I 
think that's who he was talking about."

	I said, "What makes you think it's him?"  I was both 
relieved and disappointed.  I guess I was hoping he would know it 
was me and  would want to add sex to our long time friendship.  I 
knew he wasn't gay -- he'd fucked about half the girls in high 
school --  but just maybe he would turn out to be Bi.

	"Well, he had to come in early from the field because he 
couldn't handle the heat.  He said he took a long shower when he 
got back and the guy at the warehouse said he met the kid while 
taking a shower in our barracks."

	He looked at me with a big grin, "Only two guys from our 
barracks didn't work all day in the field, so it's either him or 
it's you."

	I didn't say anything and for a long time we just sat there 
looking at the stars.

	My conscience began bothering me.  It was one thing to hide 
the fact that I was homosexual.  It was something else to let 
someone get a false reputation because of my silence, especially 
in a society that labeled all homosexual perverts who deserved to 
be beaten, swindled and even killed with impunity.

	I knew how cruel our world was toward homosexuals.  I had my 
fill of the hate and pain that goes with being 'found out'.  It 
took me a while, but finally I just blurted it out.

	"It wasn't the skinny kid."

	Gary reaction was immediate, "I thought it might be you.  I 
hoped it wasn't.  I still hope it wasn't -- am I wrong?"

	I didn't say anything.  I just sat there wondering what was 
going to happen next.

	"Doug, if it was you, I don't think I really care.  We've 
been friends a long time.  I know you have never fucked a girl.  
Hell, I've never seen you kiss one with any real passion."

	He stopped and waited.  I just sat there kind of looking up 
into the sky, hoping he would say he always thought I was gay and 
it didn't matter.

	"I never before ever thought you were a queer.  I thought it 
was just your religious nature.  But if you are ..... a ... ah .. 
a."

	I said, "gay!"

	"If you are !gay!", he made it a curse "well I just have one 
question?"

	"I am very gay."  I made it a compliment.  "So, what is your 
question?"

	"Well if your are a queer, why didn't you ever come on to 
me?  All the other faggots I know have all wanted to suck my cock 
-- I never would let them --"  He paused, "But why didn't you?"

	"I'm not a queer and I'm not a faggot.  I am a homosexual 
and I never 'came on to you' because I've loved you far to much 
to risk losing you as a friend.  So have I lost you?"

	Gary didn't say anything for a long time then real quietly 
he asked, "Would you to suck my cock or have me fuck you?"

	I said, "No.  I would like to suck Tom's cock and have Tom 
fuck me.  I would like you to love me."

	"If I love you like you say you love me, wouldn't that 
include sex?"

	I began hoping instead of fearing, so I said, "Just like 
you fuck Sylvia but are planning to marry Barbara.  I find sex 
with Tom to be fun, but sex with you in a relationship short of 
total commitment to and from you would just hurt to much."

	We sat there for a while and neither one of us spoke.  Then 
without warning he rolled over with his legs on either side of me 
and took me into his arms.  

	Not a word was spoken as Gary embraced me and we rolled away 
from the tree.  His body covered mine as our lips met.  I spread 
my legs and pulled his hips up into my groin with my heels.  I 
let my tongue lick his closed lips and he opened them enough for 
me to lick his teeth.

	As we kissed I felt the heat grow in his groin and felt his 
cock stiffen against mine (totally erect the minute he put his 
arms around me).

	He pulled away from the kiss and grabbed my breasts with 
both hands lifting his shoulders and head but pressing his cock 
hard into my groin.  He looked down at me and said, "I don't 
believe I'm doing this -- it's not right."  

	I dropped my legs from around his waist and he stood up.  I
was lying on my back, my legs still spread, my hard cock outlined 
by my tight jeans.  He was standing over me one foot on either 
side of my hips, his cock clearly outlined by his jeans and a 
spot of wet that told me his body was not in the least unwilling.

	I said, "If you love me as much as I love you, it is right.  
If you don't, we can go back to just being friends."

	He knelt down between my legs and started unbuttoning my 
shirt.  Not a word was spoken as we slowly undressed each other 
our lips and tongue exploring nipples, ears, each others mouth, 
arm pits and stomach.

	Several times he put his hand on my groin and cupped my 
balls, each time it was for just a short second and then he moved 
to caress my breasts or ass instead.  

	Sliding his lips down my chest and stomach he licked out my 
navel and started to slide lower, but when my cock bobbed against 
his cheek he stopped and moved up again to suck my tits like a 
baby at a mother's breast.

	I was in no hurry, I had dreamed of this for to many years 
to ruin it by rushing him.  What I did do each time he did 
something to bring me pleasure I whispered, "I love you."

	The only sounds he made were soft groans and deep breathing.

	As he experimented with my body, I devoured his.  I licked 
his face, sucked on his neck and ears, licked and sucked his arm 
pits -- the salty musky flavor is his sweat driving me to higher 
and higher planes of lust.

	As I slid down his body with my lips and tongue I didn't 
stop at his navel.  I took his hard hot cock into my mouth and 
using all the things that Tom had responded to I soon had him on 
his back with his hips arched as I sucked and massaged his love 
pole with my mouth and lips and stroked his ass with my hands.

	He moaned a loud sigh of pure pleasure as the muscles in his 
legs clamped tight and his back arched as his ass clamped like a 
vice on my fingers.  I felt the rumble of cum slid up his pole 
his balls pulling up into his groin.  

	I slid my lips down his cock to the bottom and felt the head 
bulge in my throat.  I massaged it with gags and swallowing until 
I had to take in some air.  I lifted my head sucking his shaft 
and milking it with tight lips then taking a deep breath again 
slid down the pole burying his cock in my throat.

	On one of my slides up the pole with my moist tight lips 
milking his prick, his body started to shake and he filled my 
mouth with the sweet juice of love.  As his cock pulsed and spit 
sweet nectar into my mouth and throat he moaned, "Oh god, oh Doug,
you are the best!'

	After I sucked out the last small drop of cum and licked the 
mouth of his cock clean of white dribble we laid there in the 
grass my head on his thigh his soft cockhead resting between my 
lips.

	Gently I licked the small mouth and tickled the head of his 
cock with my tongue, sucking the soft sticky shaft in and out of 
my mouth.

	After a little while I felt his cock begin to respond once 
more to my urging.  I kept licking and sucking it.  All the love 
I had repressed for the last several years I lavished on Gary's 
cock, balls, groin and stomach with my lips and tongue.

	I started just above his right knee and licked the inside of 
his thigh letting my tongue slide up his leg until I could feel 
his balls brush my forehead.  Then I licked the groove between 
his balls and his thigh.

	I gently sucked one of his nuts into my mouth and rolled it 
around with my tongue.  Then I let the spit slippery nut slide 
out and once more licked the inner edges of this thigh tracing my 
way back down to his knee.

	I then started again just above his left knee and licked the 
inside of his thigh letting my tongue and lips moisten the skin 
until his leg was shiny with spit.  As I reached his groin I 
licked the sweat and sweet moisture between his nuts and his 
thigh and sucked up his left nut.

	I rolled his nut around in my mouth as my hands massaged the 
globes of his ass and my fingers teased his asshole.

	Lifting his legs with my shoulders, I let my tongue slide 
from the bottom of his balls to slide up the crack of his ass.  
The taste was bittersweet and the smell was like acid in my 
nostrils and I loved every bit of it.

	Gently I let my tongue probe the puckered hole of his ass 
and I felt his thighs clamp against my head as a quiet moan left 
his mouth.  With that encouragement I licked and sucked at his 
asshole savoring the flavor and smell.

	His cock was once more gorged with blood lust when I laid 
down on him my lips buried in his neck and rolled over on my back 
taking him with me.  I spread my legs and lifted them into the 
air so that my ass was pressed against the head of his cock.

	He needed no prompting.  He lifted himself on his hands as 
he grasped and started squeezing my breasts and drove his cock 
deep into my ass.

	He fucked me with a brutal pounding of his hips.  Each 
thrust was an assault as his cock drove in and out of my ass.  I 
loved ever thrust and was moaning and trying to match his trusts 
with my hips as my heels pounded his back and my finger racked 
his shoulders trying to pull him down to kiss him.

	His hands were pulling at my breasts as if he would rip them 
off.  His arms straight holding him away from my lips but his 
cock was driving in and out of my love chute bringing me to 
levels of pleasure I never knew were possible.  The man I loved 
was giving me the fuck of my life.

	Finally he drove his cock home and I was sure I could feel 
it bulge and pulse as the heat of his cum warmed my guts.  He 
only came once, but it drove me into a delirious ecstasy and my 
pulsing cock shot several streams of cum up to splash against his 
chin and neck and drip onto my face and into my open mouth.

	He collapsed panting on my stomach as his cock grew soft 
inside me.  I told him again how much I loved him and pulled his 
head down to kiss him, but he avoided my lips and stood up.

	He looked down at me.  I was covered with sweat, his and 
mine, my face and chest were spotted with cum and little trickles 
of blood ran from my breasts where his finger nails had ruptured 
the skin.

	He just stood there for a long time looking down at me.  
Finally I broke the silence and the spell.  I said, "I love you!"  
He turned away and began to dress with his back to me.

	I said it again, "I love you!  I love your tits and your 
arms.  I love your smile and your stomach.  I love your eyes and 
your tongue.  I love you Gary."

	After he had his shirt on and his jeans zipped up he turned 
back to me and said, "I don't love you."  He dropped  a ten 
dollar bill on my stomach and said, "I think that is what you are 
charging for a blow-job."  Then he dropped a one dollar bill and 
said, "That's all the fuck was worth."

	I laid in the grass naked the rest of the night.  The juices 
of our love turned to sticky memories of lust and finally itchy 
shame filled memories of punishing sex.  I slept covered by my 
clothes in the cold grass.  The only moisture left in the morning 
when the sun came up was the dew and the tears that wouldn't stop 
stinging my eyes.

	As I dressed I decided that I would be a queer and a faggot 
and a whore.  I would let anyone with a cock fuck me and any man 
who dropped his pants or opened his fly in front of me would get 
a blowjob.  I decided to enjoy the exhilaration of sex and the 
hell with right or wrong or love.  Especially the hell with love.  
It was cocks I wanted and I decided to find out how many different
sizes, shapes and colors they came in and how they 
felt, tasted and smelled.

	Of course that didn't last long as I grew older, but it sure 
did bring some fun my way that summer in Oconomowoc.  

	I got back to the chow hall in time for breakfast and walked 
over to my usual seat next to Gary.  I didn't sit down I put the 
eleven dollars on his tray, making sure they slide across the 
yokes of his over easy eggs and said, "I can't charge friends for 
something I've decided to give away to any stranger who wants 
it."

	I then carried my tray over and sat down next to Tom, who I 
had noticed sitting by himself across the room.  I asked him, 
"When are you coming to see me again?"

	He didn't say anything for a few seconds then wrote a note 
on a napkin:  "Meet me at 8:30 tonight at the warehouse.  I'll 
have a surprise for you."

	I smiled at him and wrote back, "I hope he's cute."

	He laughed and said, "Actually ugly as sin."

	As he walked away I shouted after him, "Hey Tom, why do guys 
pay $10 bucks for something they can get free?"

	Tom laughed and shouted back, "The ten is for the address of 
a local whore -- if the rest is free -- well that's between them 
and the whore isn't it?"

	For some reason almost everyone in the chow hall thought 
that was funny -- everyone except Gary.

	As he left the chow hall Gary also handed me a note he had 
written on a napkin.  It said, "I'm sorry about how I acted last 
night.  I don't ever want to repeat the experience with you or 
any other male, but we've been close friends for a long time.  I 
hope we can stay friendly."

	It was to little to late, and it didn't make the pain go 
away even a little bit.  But I smiled at him and said, "Sure, why 
not." 

	I was feeling really shitty about what happened with Gary 
and decided that some sex with someone who appreciated it would 
cure the blues.  So I decided to take Tom up on his invitation 
and went over to the Warehouse after supper.  

	I wandered through the warehouse for about 15 minutes and 
didn't see anyone.  Then just as I was about to leave and go back 
to the barracks, Tom came out from behind a stack of boxes.  

	The opening he came through was so situated and camouflaged 
by other boxes that I had walked past it several times without 
knowing it was there.

	He told me, "Just follow the tunnel -- you can't get lost 
and at the end of the tunnel are two big cocks just waiting to be 
sucked."

	I asked, "Aren't you coming with me?"

	He said, "No I got me a date."

	I said, "I thought we had a date."

	"We do, I have a date with my girl and you have a date with 
a couple of men who paid me to get them a hot cocksucker."

	I asked, "How much did they pay you?"

	"Why do you care, you get to suck some cock and have your 
tight almost virgin ass filled, what more can a little fairie 
queen ask for?  Now get the hell in there and get to sucking cock 
before they get angry."

	I said, "Wait a fucking minute.  I ain't no fairie queen -- 
and if I am so are you!"

	"No -- No -- NO!  You are my fairie queen and I am your 
master.  I took you in the shower to find out how hot and willing 
you were, because I can make good bucks from a kid with your 
looks and cocksucking abilities..... but when I fuck for pleasure 
it is with girls -- so my little fairie queen, do you walk into 
the halls of cock heaven or do I take you back by force."

	In a fair fight he could have easily taken me.  But when I 
get insulted, I don't generally fight fair.

	He didn't see it coming and I hit the bastard with 
everything I could bring up from my knees while aiming at the 
ceiling.  I wanted to take his head off and I came real close.  
He went down like a sack of feed.

	I waited for him to wake up.

	I said, "I don't have a master.  I am not your fairie queen 
and if you ever try to set me up again or tell anyone about what 
happened in that shower, I will take your fucking head off and 
shove it up your fucking asshole."

	Then as he started to get to his feet, I hit him again .... 
Ok, I kicked him in the head.

	When I got back to the barracks I called plant security and 
told them, anonymously, about the little cubbyhole in the Warehouse.

	I don't know for sure who the other two were, but Tom and 
two of the Field Foremen were fired the next day.  However, I was 
still stinging from what Gary had done and felt like I needed 
something to make me feel better.

	I figured a nice long hot shower would be just the thing, 
but I didn't want to go back to the barracks.  I didn't know how 
many Tom had tried to solicit and wasn't in the mood to find out.  
So instead I went into the plant locker room where there were 
some private showers.

	I was in one of the showers with the curtain pulled and was 
just letting the hot water run across my back when someone else 
came into the Locker Room.  He came over to the shower and said, 
"Hey, Jerry --- you don't have to steam up the room I got a nice 
hot ass that will warm up your cock real good."

	I didn't recognize his voice, so I think he was from one of 
the other barracks.  I never found out, because as soon as I 
said, "I'm not Jerry, but....." He was on his way out the door.

	I was wondering what would have happened if he'd waited for 
the rest of my sentence ".... maybe we can heat up each other 
anyway."  

	As I was reaching up to turn off the water the door someone 
else came into the locker room.  I left the water running and 
said, "That you Jerry?"

	I don't mimic very good and the answer came back, "Who wants 
to know?"

	I said, "Well if you are Jerry, a friend of yours was just 
here.  He left in a hurry, but to quote him "I got a nice hot ass 
that will warm up your cock real good."

	He started to laugh then asked, "Do I know you?"

	I peeked out the curtain, I'd seen him but we hadn't met so 
I said, "I don't think so ... but that is a condition that can be 
quickly changed."

	I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.  
Dripping water I walked over to where he was standing by an open 
locker and said, "I'm Doug."

	He said, "Hi, I'm Jerry."

	I was naked and dripping water, he had started to get 
undressed and was down to his boxer shorts.  Through the fly I 
could see the edge of his cock -- mine was in plain view and 
about half hard.

	We just stood there looking at each other our eyes sliding 
up and down taking in the sights.  I saw a tall young man in his 
early twenties.  Slim but with a well defined muscular structure.  


	His chest was flat but the small pink nipples were rigid and 
standing out crying to sucked.  His stomach was flat with a 
slight ripple.  His hair was a dark brown but his body, what 
wasn't covered by boxer shorts, was totally hairless but covered 
with a light  fuzz that in the artificial light of the locker 
room was almost golden.

	His legs were long and slim, but rippled with muscle as he 
stood there looking at me.  

	What he saw was a young man just turned 18 who was six 
inches shorter than his six feet.  Light brown hair outlined the 
hard  nipples of my well defined pecs with drew a line down the 
center of my stomach, which was lean and rippled from hard work.  
My arms were hard  as rock and so were my legs (oh to be 18 
again).  But his eyes kept  returning to my cock.

	I can't say mine did a lot of wandering as I watched his 
cock slowly grow and push it's head out of the fly in his boxer 
shorts.  It was almost a unison action as our right hands reached 
out to gently touch and squeeze the head of each others dick.

	He said, as we moved together into an embrace, "Nice to meat 
you Doug."  I replied, "I'm glad to meat you also."

	As we kissed his hands moved around to grab my ass and I 
slide his boxers down to below his hips.  The sensation of his 
hot cock poking my groin and then bouncing loose from the top of 
his boxers to tickle my stomach brought a gasp of pleasure from 
my throat that sucked his tongue in until it would have tickled 
my tonsils if I still had any.

	We embraced, our hot thin bodies molded together as one with 
the sweat, heat and shower water acting like cement to hold us 
together.  My hands were roaming up and down his back, over his 
ass and then back up as his massaged my buttocks.

	Our cocks at full bloom were wedged together between our 
bodies and the smallest movements of stomach and hips drove waves 
of pleasure from our balls to our sucking lips.

	Then he reached down and with his large hand gripped both of 
our cocks together and with pumping hips we both fucked his hand 
with the heat of our cocks rubbing together pulling moans of 
pleasure from our throat.

	As our hot shafts moved against each other and his gripping 
hands I played with his balls and our mouths stayed glued 
together with our tongues arguing over who was going to get deeper
into the other ones mouth.

	I almosted reached climax when he let go of our cocks and 
once again our bodies pushed together to trap his cock against my 
stomach.

	I didn't want to lose the heat of our bodies pressing 
together, but I really wanted badly to taste the flavor of the 
precum  his cock was smearing on my belly. 

	Slowly I slide to my knees, always keeping his hot cock 
close to my skin, until I felt the heat and slime of the bloated 
head move up along my throat and snuggle under my chin.

	I moved my head back just enough so the shaft of his cock 
rested on my chin as the glans was resting on my lower lip.  Then 
I began to lick it like an ice-cream cone.  Licking the dribbles 
of precum from the sides in upward strokes and then gently taking 
the head between my lips and licking and sucking sweet clear 
juice from its drooling mouth.

	As I was sucking and licking the head of his cock, one of my 
hands was sliding up and down the crack of his ass as the other 
pumped up and down on my own straining prick.

	I knew he was about to cum when I felt his balls rolling on 
my chest and the heat of his shaft grow.  Then I felt the pulse 
of the tube in his cock as my lips slipped over the head of his 
cock and the greasy cream of his lust pushed past my lips and 
through the small gaps between my teeth to excite my waiting 
tongue.

	Gently I let his cock slide in and out of my mouth as I 
sucked sweet nectar of cum out of his balls.  When his cock began 
to soften in my softly sucking mouth, I released it and began 
licking his balls.

	As I licked his balls and his thighs he turned around and 
bent over grabbing his ankles and presenting his open ass to my 
mouth.  I could tell from the smell that he was prepared for a 
full night of sex as his ass was clean and smelled of roses.

	As I licked from his balls up the crack of his ass until the 
tip of my tongue found his anal entrance, I knew he had prepared 
for a rim job and a deep ass fuck because as my tongue licked the  
mouth of his love canal I tasted the petroleum flavor of 
Vaseline.

	I licked his asshole and sucked on it until I got through 
the artificial flavors of the lube he had used and was tasting 
the sweat and natural flavor of a man.  It was a new experience 
to be eating and sucking on a man's asshole.  I savored the 
flavor and the feel of his buns squeezing my cheeks.  I 
especially enjoyed feeling his ass twitch and squeeze my tongueas I
thrust it into his ass as deeply as I could.   

	As I rimmed his ass, my hands were massaging his legs, balls 
and cock.  Soon I felt his prick get warmer, his balls loosen up 
and the blood flow back into the wand of love I so wanted to feel 
probing my rectum and rubbing my prostrate.

	I was about to ask him to fuck me when he beat me to it, "Oh 
god, Doug, stop playing with me and fuck that asshole."

	I said, "Ok, asshole here I come."

	I have never been accused of being hung, but I do have a 
nicely proportioned cock that can under the right conditions of 
encouragement reach six to six and a half inches.  

	He had to bend his knees and lean on the bench for my cock 
to reach his asshole.  I let the head of my cock rest at the 
mouth of his ass and just gently started to push against the 
saliva slick chute.  

	As my cock entered his tight ass it was squeezed with the 
heated tissues of his rectum and the excitement and pleasure, 
along with Jerry urging to -- "fuck me .... oh man fuck me.", 
grabbed my hips and my full six and half inches slide up the 
chute until I felt the heat of his hot balls against my also very 
hot balls.  I could feel the cum churning in my groin as I pumped 
with my hips trying to get as deep into him as possible.

	I hadn't had much experience in fucking anyone -- I like the 
sucking and being fucked a whole lot more -- but that hot tight 
pulsing asshole sucked the guts out of me in just seconds and my 
body grew rigid as my balls rose into my groin and the seeds of 
my lust filled him.

	I could feel the heat of my own cum as it squirted up his 
ass and flooded back over my cock.  This brought more spasms of 
juice sliding up my cock to warm his ass.

	I don't know how much cum I shoved into greedy bowels, but 
there was another exciting spasm brought on by the cum dribbling 
out and running down my balls as I slowly withdrew.

	We slide to the floor our legs, our arms and our bodies 
intertwined as our lips found each other and our tongues played 
tag in our mouths.

	With him on his back I sat up and slowly drove his stiff 
cock up into my asshole.  I just sat there his cock driven it's 
full eight inches up my ass, his balls heating up the space 
between my buns.  Then slowly I began to rotate my hips on his 
hot shaft.  I could feel it churning in my gut and bringing moans 
of pleasure from him and from me.

	Then I began to bounce on his cock faster and faster, his 
rod of heat driving me into levels of erotic estascy I never knew 
could be acheived.  I was still bouncing, my own cock bobbing up 
and down beating his stomach like a drum, when he screamed and 
began to cum.  He kept yelling and cuming and I kept bouncing the 
heat of his cum filling my ass and dripping down onto his balls.

	When he could no longer maintain an erection, I sat with his 
softening cock still in my ass and whipped my own love rod until 
I was sending a stream of cum into the air to land on his face 
and lay a path of cum from his chin, across his lips, into his 
right eye and onto his forehead.  His tongue licked out to 
capture some of my cum and I released his cock from my ass and 
laid on top of him while I sucked the rest of my cum from his 
face.

	After a period of just cuddling and kissing we decided to 
take a shower and clean up before getting a couple hours sleep in 
preparation for the next day of work.

	As we were scrubbing up in the shower the door to the locker 
room opened once more.  I whispered to Jerry as I was soaping his 
cock, balls and ass, "Were you expecting someone else?"

	He said, "Maybe Mickey came back."  He called out and said, 
"Is that you Mickey."

	"Yeah.  Where have you been.  I came in and damn near got 
caught ... thought you were in the shower.  When you didn't come 
back to the barracks I thought maybe you were in trouble and came 
back to see."

	Jerry said, "No trouble, get undressed and come on in, we 
still have six hours before wakeup call and I have an a friend in 
here who really likes to have his ass fucked.  I mean, he really 
likes it!"

	When Mickey opened the curtain I expected to see a small 
kid.  He was not small and no kid.  He looked to be about 35 and 
stood a full inch taller than Jerry,  He had tits that would fill 
a small bra, broad shoulders, arms almost as big as my thighs, a 
fat gut and was covered with coarse black hair. 

	Except for the cock that was sticking out naked about nine 
inches in front of him, he was totally covered in a hair coat.

	He pulled the curtain back and when he saw me he asked, "Who 
is you friend."  He knew I was a friend as Jerry's three of 
Jerry's fingers were buried and wiggling in my ass and I was bent 
over leaning on the wall.

	Jerry said, "You missed a good fuck session when you took 
off, Doug was in the shower beating his meat."

	Mickey said, "I can't afford to get caught man.  Three guys 
are up in security now for fucking in the warehouse.  You temps 
can get away with it, but we have to be damn careful."

	I asked, "You think they'll get fired?"  

	"Oh they'll get fired alright, but Tom's been asking for it 
for a long time -- the little pimp finally picked on the wrong 
whore."

	I said, "Well, I'm the whore he picked on."  I then told 
them what happened.  As I was relating my story Mickey and Jerry 
wrapped their arms around me and just held me as their hands 
slowly stroked and pleasured every sexually sensitive spot on my 
body.

	By the time I got done with the story Jerry was on his knees 
in front of me licking my balls and sucking on my cock and Mickey 
had his hot rod resting at the entrance to my love canal.

	Jerry slide his mouth down the shaft of my cock and the heat 
of his throat engulfed my prick.  At the same time I felt the 
pressure of Mickey's cock at my ass and I pushed back and opened 
up (one blessing I got from Tom he taught me how to open my 
asshole and let the shaft of love sink deep.)

	I leaned on the wall and felt the hard shaft of Mickey's 
love muscle fill me until his thighs pushed against my buttocks.  
But he didn't stop pushing and his cock grabbed my ass and lifted 
me into the air.  As my feet left the ground my cock pushed even 
deeper into Jerry's pulsing throat.

	I think Jerry and Mickey had done this before, because with 
the first thrust of that shaft of love up my ass and into my 
guts, they were in unison.

	As Mickey filled my ass and lifted me into the air, Jerry 
sucked and swallowed my cock deep into his throat.  Then as 
Mickey moved back and let me slide off his shaft of love Jerry 
slide his sucking lips up my cock to cradle the bulging head on 
his tongue.

	All I could do was moan and groan my pleasure as mouth and 
cock were pushing, pulling, sucking and blowing pleasure up my 
ass, through my cock and into my stomach and chest.

	Then as Mickey grunted, "Here it cums!" He drove his cock 
hard into my guts and I felt the gusher of his cum burn inside me 
as all the muscles in my body cramped and sent a spasm of lust 
spitting cream from my balls, up my prick and into Jerry's 
sucking mouth.

	Jerry slowly sucked my cock letting it slide out of his 
mouth and Mickey withdrew from my ass.  My legs wouldn't hold me
and I slide to the floor.  Jerry just moved over and took me into 
his arms as Mickey sat down in front of us and gathered us both 
into his arms.  The feel of that hairy body holding me gave me a 
wonderful feeling of safety and pleasure.

	It was Mickey who finally broke the spell.  Removing his 
tongue from Jerry's mouth he said, "I think we'd best get back to 
the barracks.  Wake up call is in just four hours."

	I didn't sleep that night.  I just laid in bed feeling a 
warm glow of peace.  It lasted the entire next day and was so 
apparent that one of the guys on the line commented about it 
during the lunch break -- "I bet I know where you were last 
night."

	I asked, "Oh, where?"

	"I bet you went to town and found some young chick and got a 
piece of ass."

	I replied, smiling like a happy puppy, "Yeah, I got laid 
alright, and I think I'm going to do it again real soon."

	He asked, "Does she have a friend?"

	I grinned wickedly, shook my head and said, "I'll ask him."

	The guy just looked at me with this 'dare I ask' look in his 
eyes -- just then the whistle blew and it was back to work.  But 
as we walked out of the lunch room he put his hand on my back and 
said, "Well if he does -- I'd like to meet him."

	And thus started another night of unbridled fucking and 
sucking at the cannery.