Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2022 17:23:06 -0700
From: Randy Powell <rudyqqq@hotmail.com>
Subject: I Asked For It

I was 17 almost 18 and fresh out of high school, one of our neighbours,
Mr. Johnson had mentioned to my mom that he could offer me a job at a
logging camp if I was interested. I went over to his house that evening, I
was excited about the opportunity but I was a little nervous
too. Mr. Johnson invited me in and told me to relax, that our families had
been friends for years and that he knew that he could count on me if I took
the job.

I told him that I didn't know much about logging, and that I had never used
a chainsaw in my life but I would work hard and learn. Mr. Johnson actually
laughed out loud, he said I would have to grow a foot taller and gain a
hundred pounds before I was ready for that. He explained that the job was
for a cooks helper and camp cleaner, and though I wouldn't do any actual
cooking, I would help the cook with the dishes, do the camp laundry and
keeping the bunkhouse bathroom and showers clean and stocked with towels. I
guess he noticed a look on face and he asked me if something was wrong and
I told him that it sounded like a job for a woman. He said that he could
never send a woman into a camp full of big horny men, it just wouldn't be a
good idea.

 He told me that was why the wages were so good and that if I stuck it out
until the end of the season I could buy myself a car and still have money
to burn. I was sold, I told Mr. Johnson that I would take the job was ready
to start right away. He shook my hand told me that I would have the next
day to pack and on the following day he would drive me to the camp and show
me around and introduce me to the cook. He gave me an envelope with a list
of things that I would need to pack but before I left he made sure that I
understood that once I was in camp I was there for 4 weeks, that there was
no such thing as getting homesick.

The next day I did some shopping, picking up things on the list and a big
duffel bag to pack them in. My mom was excited for me, and she fussed all
over me on my last day home. She was so proud of me for taking the job and
she told me that it couldn't have come at a better time because her company
was making cut backs and she was going to need my help with the bills. That
night mom cooked my favourite meal and made my sisters sing Happy Birthday
because I would be away on the day I turned 18. I double checked my bag and
went to bed early and I had no trouble going to sleep. During the night, I
had a very vivid dream about Mr. Johnson and his big horny men, and all of
a sudden I was wide awake and my dick was hard as a rock. I didn't get much
more sleep after that because I was really confused as to why that dream
made me so horny. I had always been awkward around girls and so I was still
a virgin but I certainly had never thought about men being sexy.

I was up early the next morning, had coffee with my mom, said my goodbyes
and headed to Mr. Johnson`s. He was already at his truck so I put my bag in
the back, hopped in the passenger side and we were off. We turned off the
highway about half hour out of town onto a gravel road and he said we had
another hour and a half to go. He told me that there was no more
Mr. Johnson, that his name was Frank and I was to call him that, just like
the other men on the job. He explained the daily schedule at the camp, the
cook served breakfast and dinner every day and each crew member would pack
a lunch from an assortment of sandwiches, fruit, pastries and other baked
goods. My duties would vary day to day, but I would have a daily check list
set for me so that I should have no problem getting everything done.

  We arrived at the camp and I met Peter, he was tall and muscular with
lots of tattoos and a hair cut straight out of the army. He showed me the
kitchen and dining area and explained what my duties would be. He certainly
seemed friendly and he and Frank were obviously good friends. Frank said
that he would get me set up in my room and then take me around the rest of
the camp to show me what the cleaning duties required and where to access
all the supplies. I was shown to a trailer that had a TV room, a bathroom
and 2 separate bedrooms, each with their own smaller TV. I put my bag on
the bed and followed Frank to the other side of the kitchen to the
bunkhouse area. There was a number of trailers that could house up to 30
people, with one trailer as a laundry room and another as communal showers
and toilets.

    Frank and I returned to my accommodations so I could unpack my things
and he could have a chat with Peter. I could overhear some of their
conversation but I didn't hear it all, I did hear Frank say that he really
liked me, and that he had been keeping an eye on me for years. He said
something like, not to force me, to just lead me to it. I wasn't sure what
it all meant but hearing that he liked me made me feel good.