Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2016 23:40:56 +0000 From: Charles holmes Subject: The Great Depression - 8- Adult Friend / Rural This story is completely fictional. It contains sex between adults and youth. Author retains all rights to story. Nifty provides this site free to those that like to read the stories. Nifty welcomes any and all contributions to keep this site going. Feel free to make donations to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The Great Depression - 8 - ¡¡ The following day was one of the rare ones during that time. The sky was overcast with the threat of rare rain which dropped the temperature enough that we actually rolled up the windows to keep warm. It had been hot for so long that we actually enjoyed the minor pain from the cold. It lasted the rest of the day and we could see the town we were heading to halfway up the side of a mountain. Finding a nice running stream we pulled over and got the last of our soap and splashed around in the cold water until we were clean. Washing out our better looking clothes, my friend said we should try to look as if we weren't as bad off as most of the people at the time. Taking the time to let our clothes dry we had some of the vegetables the farmer had given us. Finally ready we got back on the road and headed toward the small town. Before we made it all the way we met another truck that pulled up beside us and enquired what our plans were. After talking to my friend for some time the man drove on and we headed on into town. My friend told me the man had given him the name of a man to talk to about a job hauling supplies for both the mines and a logging company. We had to pass through the town on our way to the small building the man told us about. There was more life to this town there was a store and a couple of boarding buildings that appeared to be still in use. We actually saw a few men loading up a couple of trucks while others were unloading one. We found the building and parked just outside. While we were heading to the building I noticed an open area building that had several tables and benches located in it. My friend said it looked like a type of mess hall. Knocking on the door we entered when someone said for us to come in. Inside we saw a man looking through a lot of papers and writing notes rapidly. Looking up he stopped when he didn't recognize us and asked what he could do for us. My friend said he had heard that there was work for trucks for hauling goods to the mines and lumber companies. He asked if we had a truck and when my friend told him he did he asked questions about it and then went out to inspect the truck. After looking over the bed and then underneath the man said it appeared to be in good shape and said the job was my friends if he wanted it and told him what the job paid. The man asked if there was anything else we needed to know. He wanted to know if there was a place he could store the things on the truck while he hauled goods and just how long the trips were. The man explained that the trucks would load goods for the mines and lumber camps in town then proceed from one to the other until they had delivered them to each and sometimes there would be items to bring back and even men who were hurt or just decided they had enough. The round trip usually took a day and a half if the drivers drove at night but most took just over two days because most only traveled during the daytime. He then suggested it was much safer on the mountain during the day. Finally he said we should check at the store for a place to store our things and wanted to know if I was looking for work because he didn't have any jobs that I might do. We thanked the man and my friend said he would be there early in the morning for his instructions. We went back to he store. The storeowner looked up from the counter and asked if he could help us. While my friend talked to him about a place to stay and where we could store our goods while using the truck for work. The man told us to follow him as he went out a side door. There was a couple of quickly constructed buildings not more than ten feet square with a door and one window. The man said the cost was only a quarter a week and there was one cot in the building. Looking at our truck he said there was room for a couple of chairs and he believed the rest of our stuff could be stacked on one side of the room or we could stack the rest behind it. We took the building and within an hour we had the truck emptied and decided to try out what we found was a soup kitchen. The place was run by a chubby middle aged man who had a large belly that was barely covered by the stained apron he wore. For a penny a piece we got a big bowl of soup some bread and a glass of water. The soup was good and filled us up. The owner seemed talkative as he asked where we were from what we were doing in town and anything else he figured would keep the conversation going. He went on to tell us that during the day he did very little or no business but around four in the morning and then again nine in the afternoon the place would be packed. Looking at my friend he said he would probably be seeing him on the days he was here. My friend asked if the man had anyone working for him during the rush hours and glanced at me. He said he didn't plus couldn't pay much and make enough to keep the place going. My friend said that maybe we could work out a deal that wouldn't cost much at all. So after some bickering it was decided that I would work for the man serving, cleaning the tables, and washing for mine and my friends meals during the rush hour times. The man agreed it wouldn't cost him much since some days he ended up throwing out some soup. We thanked the man and went back to our little room and made it as comfortable as possible. The room had the one window but with no other circulation it was hotter inside than out. My friend opened the window and propped the door open so the heat within could at least drift out. With some free time we decided to walk around the town and check things out. Besides the general store there was the little buildings where we rented one, the office building and little auto shop where repairs were made on the trucks, a makeshift barber shop and bathhouse. The bathhouse consist of one big room with several large wooden barrels that were filled with water that only cost a cent to use, and extra cent if you wanted hot water. We checked the place out and figured we might have to use the place if we couldn't find a more open free stream to use. There were a couple more shacks but no way of telling what or who they were for and then we were back to our little shed. The air though not really cooler had lost the stuffy smell. We checked out the cot and found it was too small for the two of us to sleep on so we spread the mattress and some blankets on the floor after standing the cot up on end thus giving us both plenty of sleeping room. Taking a couple chairs we set then off to the side of the shed in the shade and set outside as the hot sun began to go down. Just before dark we watched a couple trucks pull in next to the main office and storage building. A few men came out and took some items from them and had them back up to the building where they started loading some supplies. A couple other trucks pulled in with a bunch of men who worked for the lumber companies. They were all dirty and sweaty and most headed straight to the bath area while others went to the soup kitchen. We figured it was a good time to go eat before the place got really busy. Once we had eaten the man asked if I was there to work or was I starting tomorrow. I told him I could start then and find out where everything was. For the next hour I stayed really busy, collecting bowls, utensils, wiping off tables and getting more bowls for the cook and owner. Once the first crowd left the ones who had taken baths started coming in for their meals. It went smoother with then and soon the cook had me at a large tub washing dishes while he served the men. While replacing the bowls on the makeshift shelves I heard little comments about who was the new worker and was she free after work. The owner told them to keep their comments to themselves or they would run his only help away which meant he just might forget how to properly make the soup they were eating. The men laughed but when I made eye contact with some of them I could see the lust in their eyes. One man old enough to be my grandfather was sitting close to the shelves and every time I looked at him he would smile and wink at me. His bench was really close to the shelves and once I had filled the far end of the shelve I only had the end close to him. Stepping around him I had to rub against him which he didn't seem to mind. After the third or fourth trip pass him seemed a bit more friendly and when I lifted my arms to place the bowls on the shelf my crotch was exposed and he must have noticed my condition. Without being obvious to everyone else he eased one arm over and rubbed my hard cock which was hidden from everyone¡¯s sight. I froze in place hoping no one could see what was going on and the man gave a little moan as he squeezed my cock. Letting out a little giggle he released his grip and let me lower the tray in front of me. I squeezed out past him without looking at the man's face because I didn't want to get anymore red that I already was. Back at the washing I glanced back at the old man and noticed he was still sitting there grinning at me. Taking the last bowls toward the shelf I braced myself for what I figured was another groping and was a little disappointed when nothing happened. Placing the bowls away I heard the man cough and when I looked his way I almost dropped a bowl. He was sitting a little sideways with his jacket hanging over the edge of the table. He had his fly open and his hand was wrapped around a big thick cock. Smiling at me he stroked his cock a few times before slipping it back in his pants and zipping up. This time when I passed him he reached out and rubbed my ass which sent chills through my body and my cock jerked a couple times. Trying to take my mind off my present condition I got busy cleaning off some tables and when I looked back the man was gone. The work wasn't hard but did take a lot more time to do than I or my friend had figured it would. By the time the place had cleared out it was dark and only I and the cook was there. He handed me some leftover bread and said I did a really good job and I should go get some sleep because four in the morning would come really early. Taking the bread I headed to our little shed and before I got there the old man stepped out and asked if I was lost. I explained to him where I was staying and my Uncle was waiting on me. He asked if I might want to visit him a little bit and maybe we could satisfy that itch in my pants. I was about to tell him no but my other head took over and I followed him into his shed. Inside he wasted no time as he grabbed my crotch and pressed himself against my ass. I could feel his cock getting hard as he fumbled to get my pants open. Stroking my hard cock he managed to push my pants to the floor. I was close to cumming and guess he knew it. Releasing his grip on my cock he dropped his pants and let his big fat cock sprang loose. Turning around I took it in my hand and bent over to take it in my mouth. He gasped and began forcing his cock into my throat. When he saw he wasn't choking me or making me gag he began to pump faster. Holding my head in place he had already gone past the point of no return as he filled my mouth and throat with his huge load. Managing to swallow it all down I licked his cock clean as it deflated. Letting out a long sigh he said we needed to do something for me and sat down in a chair. Pulling me closer he sucked my cock into his mouth and within seconds I was feeding him my load. Finished he pulled my pants up and said he really enjoyed it and hoped to find more time to play with me. Looking out his shed he said it was clear and let me out the door. I walked the twenty yards to our shed and stepped inside. My friend was already asleep on the floor so I pulled my clothes off and joined him. He moaned when I cuddled up against him but didn't wake up. He woke me up real early and said he had to get the truck to the loading area and get his instructions and that I needed to get ready to go help out at the kitchen. Washing my face to wake me up I dressed quickly and left after him. The breakfast rush was even more hectic but the men didn't seem to stay near as long as they grabbed a bowl of oatmeal and finished it off quickly while eating some bread on the way out. I was expecting to see the old man but didn't see him anywhere. I had cleaned off the last table and was putting the dishes in the wash basin when the old man walked through the door. All the other men along with my friend had loaded up some of the trucks while other trucks had already pulled out. The old man got himself a bowl of oatmeal and some bread before sitting at the table close to the wash basin. He took his time eating while I washed the dishes before he finally said anything to me. The owner was over by the stove and little storage area so couldn't hear us. The old man asked me if I had enjoyed myself and had I done more than we had shared. Telling him I enjoyed it and have enjoyed other men before. He smiled and asked if I could tell him just what I had done with these other men. I took a deep breath then told him how I had let the men stick there dicks up my ass. I noticed he couldn't keep his hand from going to his crotch and then wanted to know if the men had forced me or I wanted them to fuck me. He was somewhat surprised when I told him I wanted it and even liked it when they were rough as if they were forcing me to do it. Seeing how excited he had gotten not to mention my hard cock was wanting some attention itself, I told him about my little job I had at the last place we stayed. He gasped and called the cook over and told him he had to hear this and had me wait until he got there. Having there attention I made sure I didn't leave out any details of the party the men had with me on the last day of work and then topped that off by telling about the chubby boy and the sheriff. Both men didn't try to hide there tented pants. The cook asked if I would be willing to give him and the other man some of the pleasure I had given the other men. Smiling and turning so they could see the condition of my pants I told them they could play as much as they wanted. The old man looked around and asked if we needed to go somewhere else or should we just start right now. Looking about the little camp area I saw no signs of anyone else so I walked over and bent forward while opening the old man's pants. His cock was hard and leaking pre cum as I pushed his foreskin back and sucked the head into my mouth. I heard him moan as he spread his legs apart and forced his hips up toward me. The cook didn't waist time as he moved behind me and quickly had my pants down. I felt his fingers searching out my asshole and pushed one in. I grunted since there was some pain due to there being nothing to make his finger slick. He pulled away and I heard him moving back to the stove area. When he returned I felt something really oily being applied to my asshole. This time his finger slid right in and was joined by a second and third before he moved in for what he really wanted. I didn't see his cock but as it stretched my asshole I knew he wasn't a small man in the cock department. When he lifted his big stomach onto my back it only added to my excitement. He must have been really turned on by me telling them that I liked it when the men were rough with me. He was pounding into me hard and fast and I knew from experience that he wasn't going to last much longer. He was fucking me so hard that I couldn't keep myself from being forced into the old man's crotch and getting most of his cock into my throat. He grabbed my head and tried to fuck up into it just as the cook let out a few cuss words as his throbbing cock filled my asshole. Holding himself in place while his cock deflated I could feel his body heaving against my ass. My asshole was wanting more so I pulled off the old man's cock and spun around. Grabbing the cook's cock I sucked the cum soaked foreskin into my mouth to the cook's surprise. The old man pressed his thick cock against my cum leaking asshole and began pushing. The head was almost in before my asshole held it out. Not wanting the man to give up I pushed back against his cock and forced the mushroom head past my sphincter. The man gasped then took over as he eased the rest of his cock into me. Moving back and forth several times he moaned then began thrusting in and out of me. I moaned with the soft cock in my mouth as the old man reached around and was stroking my cock while pumping rapidly into me. Seconds later I shot my load which really excited the old man as he began pumping faster and faster. With the second volley of his hot sperm my own body began jerking as I had another orgasm. The cook's cock was beginning to swell again as I hungrily sucked on it and forced it as far down my throat as I could. Sliding back and forth I was giving the cook so much pleasure he was moving uncontrollably beneath me. Letting out a deep grunt he grabbed my head and slammed me down on his cock as it erupted into my throat. Holding me tight it was almost impossible to swallow but I managed to get most of his hot load before he released his grip. Taking my time I licked and sucked all the cum from his cock and even that that had run down on his balls. The old man was spent and cleaned himself before placing his cock back in his pants. He said he wished he could spend all day with me but had to get a load of things up to the coal mines, but would be sure and find me when he got back. As he left the cook helped me wipe my ass before pulling my pants back up. While he helped me get dressed he asked me about my Uncle and if he knew about what I did with men. I told him the entire story of how I got with my friend and that he wasn't my Uncle but it was just easier to say he was. He asked me if he also enjoyed playing with me like he and the old man had just done. I assured him he did and didn't mind if I played with other men as long as he knew about it. The cook said that was good and should he tell my Uncle or would I. I told him I would tell him and was sure it would really get him horny which meant he would fuck and suck me for as long as he could. The cook said he understood that and patted my ass as he told me to finish the washing while he finished up his job and maybe later we could have some more fun.