Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2012 16:07:57 -0700 From: Richard Barber Subject: Community Service Part 01 Community Service for Men. Part 01 New Territory Story by Richard Barber eyeMrich1@msn.com One of my distant cousins passed on and left me a small cabin and five acres of land near a small town called Lake View on the 'Lake of the Ozarks'. The cabin was located just outside the city limits near a fairly busy state highway exit. I'd only met my cousin one time at a family meeting in Springfield, Missouri when my grandfather was ill. We seem to bond together at our first meeting. I had a special 'Gay-dar' feeling about him and I assumed he felt the same towards me. But why in the hell did he leave me this cabin? I had some long merited vacation coming, so I thought I would go to the Lake to check it out. I was living in Kansas City at the time and the property was only a few hours by car. I left early in the morning so it would still be light when I arrived. I only stopped once to eat at a truck stop, fill up my gas tank, and check out the area for future cruising. When I arrived at the Lake it was still light so with the directions the attorney gave me, I had no problem finding it. It was a small log cabin cottage nestled among some pine trees. I was surprised how nice and cozy it looked. One thing that puzzled me at first was the large area at the side of the property that seemed to be used for parking large trucks. I wasn't sure if my cousin Peter was a truck driver or not, but there seemed to be plenty of room to park two or three trucks. I went inside the cabin to explore the layout. It had a nice entrance to a living room and hallway. A large stone fireplace was centered in the west wall. At the other side of the room was a small eating area directly next to an open kitchen, which was a little out of date, but it had an average size stove with oven and a nice refrigerator and a microwave oven. The place was well stocked with dishes, pans, flatware and other utensils. The oven and frig was clean as well as the remainder of the room. There was a door at the back of the Kitchen which I would explore later. I went back to the hall way that directed me to one small bathroom and two small bedrooms. The cabin was fully furnished and very neat and clean. I was surprised that someone hadn't broken in and stole anything, but the place had been left in tact. I didn't notice a TV so I would have to find out about that later. While I was exploring the cabin I was startled to heard the sound of my telephone ringing. I went to the kitchen to answer the old fashion wall hanging phone. When I picked up the phone to speak I was surprised to head a woman's voice. "Hello. Is this Clint? "Yes" I quickly said. "This is Mildred at the phone company. Your attorney called me yesterday and said you were coming. We have connected your phone and I had my brother Walter come over yesterday to make sure your propane gas tank was full and working properly. My daughter and niece came by yesterday to clean your house and put on fresh bedding on both beds and clean towels and more linens in the hallway closet." "We saw you come through town today. My brother will be out to show you things about your gas tank, and how to get the water pump going so you'll have some water for your cabin. We've turned the electricity on so you should be pretty well situated. " "Sorry about losing your cousin. Peter was a good man and will be missed around here. If you have any more questions about the cabin I'm sure Walter can help you out there. I also own the grocery store so if you need supplies all you have to do is call me. I'll fill out your grocery list and have my nephew Bobby bring it out tonight. Your attorney has taken care of most of the expenses so once again welcome to Lake Shore. You'll find a list of phone numbers in the top drawer of the counter." "Now have a good day and I'll be expecting your call for the groceries or any other supplies you might need, Got to go now. The mail has arrived and I have to separate the mail for tomorrows delivery. You all be good now. Bye." Before I could say anything she hung up. I think she said all that in one breath. What a talker, but now I'm sure I will be well taken care of here. I headed out to get my suitcases, some clothes, and a few box of things I thought I might need at the cabin. Just as I was opening the trunk of the car, up came a pick up truck. It was probably Walter. "Howdy neighbor. I take it you're Clint. I'm Walter." "Here let me carry some of that stuff for you buddy. I trust you had a good trip from KC. I came by yesterday to set up and fill your propane tanks. I didn't turn on you water pump yet cause I wanted to show you how to do it. You have a well house out back that pumps water from your well and into your cabin. Your septic tank is down the hill there and was drained last month. I gather my sister Mildred called you about most everything else. Nice to have someone living here again. All us men will miss Peter a lot. He was a great friend and fantastic cock sucker." We where in the cabin when he said "Peter was a fantastic cock sucker." I almost drop the suitcases when he said that. I assumed at first it was just a 'man thing' a person says about another man in casual conversation. Walter saw my shock, then he said. "Oh my gawd Clint. I thought you knew about Peter, since you being a relative and all. Sorry if I shocked you. Why don't you put away some of your things while I pour us a drink and I'll tell you all about good ole Peter. I was shocked...in a way. I knew I felt a close connection when I first met Peter, now I knew why. He was gay and somehow he knew I was also. I quickly set down on the couch while Walter found some liquor and pour us both of drink. "Here Clint. Have a drink while I tell you about Peter." "Peter was a Missouri Highway Patrolman for many years. He lived here before, and even after he retired. He 'entertained' many truckers and biker friends that he met over a period of time, and I might add many of the locals, visiting fishermen, and hunters that came down during the seasons. Yeah I said the 'locals' as well." "We have a certain close knit buddy system here amongst us men. You might say it is like the military, 'don't ask, don't tell. Most all of the local men would come by to see Peter on a regular schedule for 'man sex'. Our wife's didn't know, or if they did know they never let on. I think some of our women folk had suspicions. about Peter, but were never told the whole truth. I think they were glad we would visit Peter for sexual relief. Peter was like our local whore. The women never complained or said anything about Peter. If they knew he was gay they figured he wasn't gonna take away their men folk because he was a man and not a woman with a pussy. Little did they know Peter's ass was some of the best 'pussy' in town and had the most talented mouth that he used as our cum dump." "How did Peter die?" I ask. "I'm not quite sure, but I was told by one of the bikers that works in town, that when there was a 'biker run' through this part of Missouri, they would always make Peter's places one of their yearly stops. He told me Peter volunteered to take on as many men that wanted to use his man pussy for fucking. There were over 50 men here for the party and most of them fucked him at least one time. The next day Peter had a heart attack while sucking off another dozen men. Bless his soul, he died the way he wanted, full of man sperm. He had one of the biggest funerals in this part of the state and was attended by almost one thousand men from all around. They even had a biker escort to the lake where his ashes were thrown into the lake. It was awesome. " I set there dumb founded, and took another drink of whiskey. "I hope you aren't upset by me telling you this." I just set there in a stupor as Walter continued to talk. 'Nah. Glad you told me and have so much understand about his gay lifestyle." "Don't forget to call Mable to get your food order. I should go and let you ponder this." "Yeah. I'm okay with this, just shocked that everyone knew about Peter except me. Thanks Walter for setting up the gas and water stations for me. I don't have much money on me to give you for your service until I go to the ATM tomorrow. If there's any thing that I can do for you, just let me know. Okay?" He hesitated for a few seconds then smiled and tugged on his cock through his pants. "Now don't take offense, you're a nice looking young man, and not that you look gay. but I was hoping since Peter left you this cabin, that you might....you know...take over where he left off. There are a lot of good looking, well hung men that would be so grateful for your continued service....and, well... I could sure use a good blow job before I leave today. I haven't had any sex since Peter left us. I hope I 'm not being too presumptuous thinking you might like to suck cock and get fucked like Peter did." "It would give me a good opportunity to test out your cock sucking ability so I could tell the other men to call on you. I'm a good ambassador and spokesman for the other men in town. What do you say?" I set quietly on the couch as Walter slowly walked over to me and started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his Levis. I looked up at this forty-ish, tall good looking country hunk as he offered me his cock to suck. Being a devoted dick worshiper and cum hungry cock sucker, I anxiously waited to see what he had to offer. I was not disappointed. When he dropped his pants his hard cock almost hit me in the face. He was not huge but a good thick uncut 7 ½ inches of man cock. He was oozing precum juices from his piss slot. I gently gripped his firm hairy balls and place my warm mouth over the end of his juicy cock. I encircled my tongue inside his wet lacy foreskin. He smelled and tasted like a man should. The minute I went down on him I heard him utter firmly. "Thank the gods! Our savior Clint has arrived. Suck my cock and drain my baby makers. I have stored up a months load for you. Oh thank you Jesus." I almost laughed but kept on sucking and making love to his cock and firm hairy balls. I dropped to my knees on the floor and continued to sucked on this hunk for about ten minutes until he couldn't hold out any longer. He grabbed my head and pumped a huge load down my throat. He became weak and almost fell to the floor as his knees buckled from the experience. I swallowed every drop and licked him clean. "Man oh Man. What a relief. My nuts were beginning to ache from all the cum I'd stored in my ball sacs. I needed that so much. Thanks again. You never have to tip me for doing things for you as long as you suck my cock like you just did." "That was even better than Peter ever did. Man are you going to be popular around here. Can't wait to tell my buddies. Most of the men around here are in good healthy shape and have bigger than average cocks. You know us hill billies, we love our sex. " "Can I give some of the 'locals' the phone number, so you can get acquainted with some of the studs around here? I should warn you that you might be visited by some horny Truckers this week end. Some of them don't know Peter is no longer with us. Peter had a number of horny truckers and Highway Patrol mates that would come by now and then. I know they won't be disappointed with your cock sucking. I'm anxious to fuck your butt sometime soon, if you let me. Make sure the truckers bring their own beer otherwise they'll drink you out of house and home." I wish I had time to get another blow job, or fuck that hot looking butt of yours, but I gotta get back to the store to help Mildred. Be sure to call in that grocery order and I'll have my son Bobby deliver it to you. And by the way, he loves to be sucked off too, so don't be shy with him. He's a good looking teenager and is hung like a horse, so have fun. Once again I'm damn glad you're here. See you later." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * After Walter left I thought I'd take a closer look around. I went out the back door and found a small laundry room attached to the cabin with washer and dryer. Two wall gym lockers hung on one wall and in the back room was a large shower with duel shower heads. I guessed it might be used for the visiting truckers. Peter was very thoughtful to his visitors. I looked out the back door to see a garage close by. I was hoping for another car or truck for extra use, but the drive way was empty. I went in the side door of the garage to check it out, but still no truck or car. It must be used for a guest house because it had two sets of bunk beds against one wall and a small kitchenette and refrigerator. At the end of the building was another large shower, and an enclosed sink and toilet. In the center of the garage was a standard size pool table. A large 'L' shaped vinyl couch was facing a blank wall and an empty table where a TV should be setting. I saw wires going outside to the roof for an antenna or a satellite dish. This must have been Peter's 'Man Cave' used by his visiting men. Peter must have been quite the entertainer. Here I thought when I came down here I'd be bored and longing to find me some hot men to service or have them fuck my welcome ass. Perhaps I was wrong. By the sound of things, they would be calling me to be serviced sexually. * * * * * * * * * * Story By Richard Barber, eyeMich1@msn.com Word Count, 2644 06/25/12