Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2011 20:14:07 -0600 (CST) From: StewartG Subject: Cross Country Adventures of Jon - Part 9 Walking down the trail, every step I took was painful. Every bone in my body hurt and I limped, hopefully towards help. No food or drink, my body was suffering from dehydration. Slowly I struggled onward, I figured I would have reached a gravel or paved road by now, but the sun was beginning to set and I was still in a dense isolated forest. The night would be dangerous when the cold air would reach near freezing. Suddenly, as if by a miracle, a set of headlights came straight at me. I waved my arms and fell to my knees in front of the stopped vehicle, begging the person to help me. The dark figure carried me into the vehicle, where my body collapsed and I was instantly asleep. I awoke in a strange bed. Sitting up I noticed the bedroom had a very simple decor. A small wooden night stand with a lamp was next to me, the wall adorned a very old two man hand saw, some axes and a few pictures. I vaguely remember what happened, I recalled a large man helping me into his truck and giving me some water. Beaten down and still fatigued, I lay back down and slept peacefully, knowing that I was alive and safe. The creaking door being opened startled me awake and before me was giant man, I estimate to be close to 7 feet tall. He wore a flannel shirt, the sleeves were rolled up his arms, which were extraordinarily huge and hairy. His biceps reminded me of popeye the sailor, after eating spinach. He wore tightly fitted blue denim jeans which enhanced his slim hips and humungous package. The man had shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes, his pink lips were surrounded by a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. I was reminded of the hunky man you find on a roll of Bounty paper towels. I thought maybe I was still asleep, because this beautiful stud could not be real, let alone be my rescuer. "Pray God, your up and around. I was fairly worried about you young lad" The man spoke. "Are you the one who found me" I asked. "Ya, Oskar's my name, Oskar Olsson" he answered. Oskar sat on the bed and asked me what had happened to me. I recalled my story to him, recalling every last detail about the two guys in the van who raped me and left me in the middle of no where. "What is this place" I asked Oskar. "Your in a logging camp. You were very lucky lad, that I happened to be there, cause your pretty much surrounded by miles of forest and old logging trails. I was heading back to camp when I found you. I immediately took you to Dr. Ashby, a retired doctor who has a cabin near here. After he checked you out and said all you needed was food and water and plenty of rest, I drove you back to camp and put you to bed. You've been here for two days now." After hearing all that Oskar did for me I could'nt help but praise him.' "You are my angel, Oskar. I am truly in debt to you and if it is the last thing I do, I will make it up to you" I pronounced. "No pay backs are warranted, young lad. Why don't you get dressed and eat breakfast with the rest of crew" Oskar suggested. The long table was filled with tons of food being devoured by a dozen very large men who laughed and joked while they ate. Oskar filled a plate for me before the food was completely gone. I was introduced to everyone on the crew, Oskar specifically pointed out his cousin Sven Olsson, who was a mirror image of Oskar, like night and day. Sven sported short black hair, brown eyes and a fuzzy black mustache, he was just as tall and muscular as Oskar. The following days I rested and helped the camp as much as I could, usually I was sent to the kitchen, getting food ready for the lumberjacks. One day Oskar invited me to go for a walk among the beautiful lucious evergreen trees until we stopped and rested on a fallen log which looked out over the scenic valley. As we looked at the sun setting, I point blank asked Oskar if he was married and had kids. Oskar said since I was completely honest about my abduction, he felt obligated to return the favor. The bond we shared was important to him and he knew I could be trusted. Oskar began his life story. "As a young man, I always felt one with nature and was not interested in college or career. After high school, I got a job as lumber jack. I loved the hard work and the fresh air. Once I was at a job site, I was literally cut off from the rest of the world. The only thing around me was trees and other men. Working day after day together forced us to depend on each other, we looked out for one another and eventually we developed personal relationships. One night I was extremely drunk and horny, I needed to feel and touch another person, but since there were no woman there was nothing I could do. I noticed a fellow lumberjack sitting alone on a log near the edge of the encampment. It was Ian, who was a veteran tree climber with 15 years in the business. We sat on the log and talked for a while, next thing l knew I admitted to him about the problem I was having. Ian advised me that there was only one solution. Ian kneeled in front of me and unbuckled my belt, lowered my zipper and reached into my pants. Before I could argue, Ian had his warm soft lips wrapped around my already hard cock and was sucking my pole like a straw. In no time, I was unloading my hot cum deep into his throat." Oskar's story of his past past experience was making my cock swell, as he continued on. Ian introduced me to a life of secret sexual encounters, which took place among the lumberjack community. Soon I was hooking up with other men, who were desperately in need of relief. A few of the guys who had been doing this for years, would let me fuck them in the ass. The reactions I saw when I plowed a horny lumberjack made me realize that I was missing out. The men groaned and screamed with pleasure as I fucked them with my big dick and I knew I had to give it a try. Ian and I became very attached and when I decided to taste my first man meat, Ian was on the receiving end. After that I desired to sample a variety of rods, some of which were extremely large and juicy. When I decided to find out what it felt like to have one of those savery cocks sliding up my ass, I again went to Ian, who I knew would be gentle and cautious. Ian's member was a perfect fit for my tight virgin hole and the pain was minimal. It took me a while before I was able to allow the massively hung limberjacks to penetrate my canal. It was the best feeling in the world. Some times a group of us would get together for an all night suck and fuck feast." By now I was breathing hard and it took much effort to respond. "Where is Ian now" I asked "He has since retired and bought a home in Florida" Oskar replied. Oskar turned towards me, place his hand on my leg and looked me straight in the eyes " This was the very log where Ian gave me my first blowjob" he announced. Instinctively I stood up and then kneeled on the forest floor in front of Oskar and looked up at him. "I was wondering how I was going to pay you back for saving my life". I lowered Oskar's zipper and instantly his hard thick veined cock sprang out. Oskar's cock was proportional to his size, my mouth watered as I stared at his massive thick boner. I lowered my head and took his delicious looking cock between my lips. Oskar laid his hand on my head and lowered my head on his pulsating ramrod. His immense prick filled my throat entirely as I began to suck off my studly lumberjack. Oskar moaned deeply as my mouth worked it's magic on his fleshy knob. I then unbuckled Oskar's belt and began to remove his jeans, Oskar stood up and allowed me to drop his pants all the way to his ankles. My hand went straight to his furry blonde balls, which were the size of walnut shells. I licked his balls and swallowed them in my mouth while I stroked his throbbing shaft. Suddenly, Oskar became intoxicated with lust, he quickly ripped off his shirt, pulled me up and began to frantically remove my clothes. Soon we were engaging in a hot, deep kissing session. Wet and demanding, exploring, tasting, jamming our tongues to the back of each others throats. Our cocks pushed and slide against the other in a passionate struggle. Then I lowered myself to Oskar's hairy chest and nibbled on his large erect nipples. I must have hit Oskar's G-stop, because he moaned louder than ever as I bit and chewed on his manly nips. By now my cock was a raging inferno and ready for action. I turned Oskar around and had him place his hands on the log. I marveled at the sight of Oskar's firm ass, which was completely coverd with tiny blonde hairs. I positioned my hard saw in front of his pink hole and pushed. Oskar grunted as I inserted my cock into his canal. I gripped Oskar's hips and plunged straight ahead and hard, burying my hot organ to the hilt. Oskar convulsed and arched in an explosion of ectasay. I started to fuck Oskar with slow steady strokes, prodding his raw asshole with every inch of my dick. Soon I was pounding Oskar's hole as fast as a hummingbird's wings. I couldn't believe I was fucking this hunky lumberjack. The excitement and zeal of the situation soon had me creaming a big load of cum into Oskar's pooper. After draining my sac into Oskar's hole, he suddenly grabbed me and lifted me off the ground with his powerful arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist. Oskar lowered my ass onto his piercing cock. Holy crap, it felt so dam good inside me. Oskar's thick meat was stretching out the sides of my tunnel. As with most guys that fuck me, the feeling I received from Oskar's unit was indeed unique and different. My body bucked up and down as Oskar held me tight against his chest. My horny blonde axman was whimpering with carnal desire until he finally purged an infinite amount of hot semen deep into my crack. Oskar was still inside me when we were startled by the deep voice of Oskar's cousin, Sven. " What have we got going on here." Sven strode towards us, unbuttoning his shirt with a lustful grin on his face.