Bob felt the sweat beading on his forehead and running down his face. He kept his eyes closed tight as his whole body trembled beyond his control. His mind flashed back on how he had gotten into this situation.

He had just recently gotten a job promotion at the lumber company he worked for. As part of his new duties, he had to conduct safety audits of their lumbering operations. This had landed him in the middle of nowhere in a remote section of Maine. The lumbering camp was over thirty miles from the nearest piece of civilization, and all of it by company owned dirt road. He had spent all day checking out the camp, and the lumber jacks that inhabited it. Big, brawny men sweating in the summer heat while they cleared tracks of timber. There was no modesty here in a land without women. Guys walked in and out of the office without shirts, their strong muscles rippling with every movement. In checking out the grounds, he had run across the communal shower area. It was simply an open air concrete slab with shower poles and drains. At the time he found it, there were six beefy guys soaping up their bodies. The guys made no attempt to hide anything, and openly soaped their balls, shaft and asses. From Bob's perspective, it seemed they spent more time than normal cleaning their private areas; or time runs more slowly when you are hypnotized by the sight of six guys practically jerking themselves off.

Bob was happily married now, but all this hot flesh running around brought back memories of his "gay days" at college. He and his roommate had experimented with each other in a sexual manner, and Bob had a few casual encounters in the gym locker room and bathroom stalls. However, he still dated women and eventually met his now wife. It had been over ten years since the last man to man experience for him. The inspection took all day to complete. The camp director offered to put him up in one of the bunkhouses for the night. He teased Bob that the guys would "probably" not molest his young ass. Bob said that the company had made reservations for him back at the nearest town, and it would allow him to get an early start in the morning.

By the time Bob got to the end of the company road, it was past 8PM. He pulled into the little hick motel and checked in. The desk clerk was a young kid about five years younger than Bob. Bob realized he was staring at the young kid's crotch as they talked. He realized he had not fully recovered from the smell and excitement of the day of walking man meat. He needed some real sexual relief, and no thoughts of his wife waiting faithfully at home was going to sway him. After settling into his room, he walked across the street to the only bar in town, a likely place to find an enjoyable female companion for the night. When he entered the bar, he was stunned by its silence. The place was practically deserted, just the bartender and one other guy drinking at the bar. Bob slid up to the bar and ordered a beer. As the bartender slid a mug over to him, he asked if it was always this quiet. The bartender advised him that it really only got busy when the girls came into town on the weekend to "mingle" with the lumber jacks.

Bob downed his mug and called for another. He noticed the other guy was sucking on ice cubes at the bottom of his drink, so he called for the bar keep to set them both up. The other guy thanked him for the drink, and moved over to the seat beside Bob. He introduced himself as John -----, and stuck out his hand for a hand shake. Bob noticed his well maintained nails and smooth palms. He asked his new friend "I see you're not a lumber man, so what brings you up to these parts?" John replied "I got a small camp up on the lake that I retired to, but I come into town during the week to keep Hank here company!" He nodded to the bar keep as he said the name. With nothing else to do, Bob and John sat there watching tv, talking and of course drinking.

Along about 11PM, Hank made an early last call. Bob tried to convince him to stay open longer, but he was set on getting home early on such a quiet night. Bob asked if there was a liquor store or place to buy some beer. Hank advised him that everything was closed for the night. When Bob offered to pay for some drinks to go, Hank politely refused with "State law, no take out booze!" Bob stood up to leave, and felt himself falling. Luckily, John grabbed him to steady him. The lack of dinner was increasing the effects of the beer on him. John asked where Bob was staying, and Bob said at the motel. John offered to help him back to his room. Hank shrugged and went back to closing up.

Bob draped his arm over John's shoulder as they stumbled out into the parking lot, and proceeded across the street. Bob mentioned his room number and John steered him over to it. Standing outside the room, John asked for the key. Bob said it was in his pants and started to fumble around for it. John leaned him against the wall, and reached into Bob's pocket to retrieve the key. Bob began to enjoy the feel of someone else groping around in his pocket, and smiled at John as his dick began to stir. John got the key, and opened the door. They entered the room, and John let Bob collapse on the bed.

Bob struggled back up insisting on going to the bathroom. John steadied him again and took him in. Bob stood before the toilet, and unzipped his pants. Hauling out his dick, he stood there. John asked "Do you have to go or not?" as Bob made no attempt to piss. Bob smiled at him and said "I'm afraid with my aim, I'm not sure which john I'd piss on if I start." John laughed at the pun and reached over to grab Bob's dick and aim it for the bowl. Bob pissed a river of used beer. He looked down at the strange fingers closed around his dick and enjoyed the sensation. He leaned over to John and thanked him for his help. John turned his face to Bob to respond, but never got a word out. Bob leaned forward and pressed his lips to John's. John did not pull away.

The kiss seemed to cut through the fog around Bob's brain, or the draining of the the beer reduced the alcohol content of his body. Either way, Bob realized he was in a motel bathroom kissing a guy who was holding his dick in his hands. He also realized that John was returning the kiss. As their lips parted and John slid his tongue into Bob's sucking mouth, the hand on his dick started pumping the shaft. His dick rapidly rising, Bob's head was filled again with all the images of men from this afternoon. He closed his eyes, and gently slid down to his knees before John.

That was how this had all started. Bob opened his eyes level with the bulge in the jeans before him. Without a thought, he reached up and pulled the zipper down. John's white briefs tented out of the opening supported be a rising pole. John reached down and unfastened his belt and pants, letting them fall around his ankles. He stood before the kneeling Bob in just his white briefs poking out. Bob rubbed his cheeks against the white cotton feeling the hardness and warmth of the man's meat. He reached up and grabbed the briefs by the waist band and pulled them down. Gradually, he exposed John's cock until with a snap upward it freed itself of the confines. The head was thick and red, and already glistened with a drop of pre-cum. Bob stuck his tongue out and licked the drop off the slit. This only elicited more juice to flow out. Bob formed an "O" with his lips and slid them over the end of the dick, along the head, and clamped them tight around the back of the cock head. He lapped at the piss slit as more and more juice flowed out.

Bob had not tasted man juice in over ten years, but he welcomed the rush it brought him. John's moan was accompanied by a forward thrust to shove more of the dick down Bob's throat. Bob slid his pursed lips down the shaft, feeling the soft velvet skin sliding across his tongue. As John reached the back of his throat, Bob relaxed and took the final inch actually down his throat. The skills he had learned back in college where still there. He felt the pubes at the base of John's dick tickle his nose. Holding the dick as far as possible in his throat, he swallowed causing his throat muscles to ripple along John's shaft, another skill he had learned in college. He drew back to breathe quickly and then swallowed John whole again. John's hands clasped to the back of Bob's head as another loud moan escaped his lips. Bob withdrew again for air. This time, he wrapped one hand around the base of John's dick and started to jack him off while he sucked on the head of the dick. Bob stopped and held John's dick in his mouth as he started to hum, thank the lord for glee club. The vibrations spread from John's cock head down into the sperm laden balls now being teased by Bob's other hand. John grabbed the back of Bob's head again to force his dick back down that throat. Bob would have none of that as he maintained a measured stroke up and down the cock shaft. he wanted John to dump his load on his tongue, he wanted to savor the taste like the old days. John groaned as his balls drew up tight and spit their juice up his shaft into the waiting mouth. Not a drop was wasted. It was all savored to the fullest, and swallowed. All the sensations he remembered were there Bob thought. The bitter sweet, almost acid, aroma flowing up his nostrils, the smooth silky feel of the wads of cum as they slithered across his tongue awaking long dormant taste buds.

Having finished cleaning every drop off John's dick, Bob drew off it with an audible "plop". He stood up to face his new friend, and they melted into a passionate kiss. John stepped out of the clothes around his ankles as they steered each other back to the bed. He practically tore his shirt off to expose his chest. Bob clamped his lips to one of the offered nipples, and greedily tongued it like a starving baby nursing at its mothers teats. Between the two of them, they managed to shuck Bob's clothes as well. John fell back onto the bed dragging the now naked Bob with him. John relished the feel of the naked man laying on top of him with his stiff cock pressed between their stomachs. Almost by instinct, John raised his legs to drape them over Bob's shoulder. This offered the younger man full access to his asshole. He knowingly surrendered his ass to anything Bob wanted to do. Bob was in a rutting stage, he needed to get his rocks off by fucking. Here was a welcoming hole begging him to fuck it. He reached down and guided his cock to the hole and pushed. It would not go in. He withdrew, and repositioned himself so he could tongue that sweet ass. He slobbered over it, darting his tongue into the pucker to force more drool up the tube for lubricant. The hole opened in readiness, slick with Bob's spit. Bob again shifted and lined up his cock for entry. This time, the ring gave way and Bob felt his dick sink into a tube of warm, gripping flesh. He continued to force as much in as he could until he hit bottom. John was laying beneath him panting. He rested for only a few seconds before withdrawing back to the opening, and then slid back in. As he continued to fuck, the muscles in John's ass relaxed and Bob's dribbles of pre-cum lubed things up. Soon, Bob was plowing in and out of that hole with gusto. John droolingly egged him on with cries of "Fuck me. Cream my ass. Give it to me." As orgasm again swept John's body, his ass spasmed along Bob's shaft drawing out Bob's own massive load of cum directly into John's bowels.

Bob collapsed on the bed beside John. His stomach was coated with a load of cum he had fucked out of John. John groaned as he pushed his legs back down, feeling the cum leak out of his well fucked ass. The two men turned to each other and embraced. There was no going for another round, they were both whipped. John pulled himself off the bed and headed to the bathroom to clean up. Bob noticed the streak of cum inching its way down the inside of John's thighs. He joined him in the bathroom, and they climbed into the shower together. Not even the warm water could awaken their spent dicks. After he got dressed, John gave Bob his number "in case you get stuck in town again" and headed out the door. Bob lay in bed, rehashing everything that had gone on today. He loved his wife, but he vowed that he was not going to wait another ten years before his next man to man encounter. The desire he had kept bottled up inside for so long would never be silent again. Bob drifted off to sleep with the heavy scent of man to man sex filling the room. His dreams were definitely influenced by the smell as well. He could image himself next time staying at the logging camp and just getting passed around all night by those beefy jocks with hot dicks spurting in his mouth and up his own ass.

He awoke the next morning with a raging hard-on. He was about ready to give himself some hand relief when there was a knock on the door. He quickly pulled on his underwear and went to the door. Using the door as a shield, he cracked it opened. There was the desk clerk who had checked him in last night with a pile of towels. He smiled at Bob, and said "I figured you could use some fresh towels this morning, so I figured I'd bring some by at the end of my shift." He gently pushed the door opened and stepped in. He glanced around the room, and turned back to Bob. Flashing that smile again, he said "I almost brought them over last night, but I figured you were pretty fucked out by the time the other guy left." Bob looked at him with wide-eyed disbelief. The clerk said "Don't be shocked. These walls are so thin you can practically see through them. And I suspect you two were putting on quite a show from the sounds of it." Bob laughed at this kid's straight forwardness. The kid stepped forward, and cupped Bob's crotch in his palm. Bob had forgotten that he was standing there in just his underwear. Pushing the door closed, the clerk said "Like I said I just got off my shift, and you've got three hours before check out time." Bob took the towels from him and tossed them on the table. He took the kid in his arms and planted a kiss on his lips. The kid pulled back a little and started to strip down. With a twinkle in his eye, he looked at Bob and said "Only thing is, we better keep the noise down a little so the day clerk at the desk doesn't hear us."

"Oh," Bob said, "I wouldn't want to get you into any trouble." The now naked kid pushed Bob back on the bed and pulled Bob's underwear off. "No," the kid said, "if he hears us, he'll be wanting to join in. Right now, I want you to myself. Next time you stay here, we can make it a threesome." Bob laid back and smiled as he felt a warm mouth close over his dick. He only had one problem on his mind. Next trip, should he stay at the camp and get passed around by the lumber jacks or come down here for an orgy with the two clerks and maybe John too. Maybe the solution would be to convince the company that the next inspection would take two days and NIGHTS to complete. There would be time to work that problem out later, right now Bob concentrated on getting the kid to move around so they could get into a juicy 69 position. Bob thought; one load, I mean problem, at a time.

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