The Woodman

Kurt was the supplier of wood to one and all in the small village where I lived. He was a very engaging guy and always had a mischievous look on his face. He was quite stocky and stood at about five-feet-ten-inches tall. He was also extremely hairy with a full black beard and a thick moustache. Kurt hardly ever trimmed his moustache and always had hair hanging over his mouth. His large hands were grimy and rough. Kurt had thick bushy eyebrows that almost gave him a Neanderthal appearance, but he was very attractive in a strange way, and had the most expressive sparkling brown eyes. The top of his head was bald and the tufts of hair he had around the sides, untidily sprouted from beneath a very well used baseball cap.

He was a scruffy man and predominantly wore old t-shirts and baggy sweatpants. The bulge in the front of the pants always flopped about jauntily as he moved about. This lump was further accentuated by a constant need he had to frequently rearrange his jewels. Kurt had a peculiar way of speaking, almost swallowing his words. I was always embarrassed by the number of times I had to ask, “Pardon me,” when in conversation with him.

When Kurt had a few drinks it became even more difficult to understand what he was saying. Often encountering him in the pub, my powers of concentration were tested to their limit as I tried to decipher what he was saying. He always stood very close to me when engaging me in conversation and would always place one or the other of his grubby hands on my shoulder, as if imprisoning me.

His wife was huge and unattractive, and it amazed me that they had spawned two really pretty blond daughters. She was a homebody and one very seldom saw her and I cannot ever recall seeing them together at the pub, or at any function in the village.

Every couple of months, a dance was held at a hall down the road from me on a Saturday evening. This hall was located in the opposite direction of the town pub, which was to my right, and the dances were well attended by all the locals. I had missed the first few dances after my arrival in the village, but decided that it would be inappropriate to continue doing so when pressed on the subject by a few of the inhabitants.

Finally attending one of these dances, I joined a table of locals and watched the people enthusiastically gyrating on the dancefloor. Later in the evening, Kurt sat next to me for a chat. As usual, I tried to decode what he was saying. Not long after he dragged me onto the dance floor to the amusement of the residents. Even more surprisingly, several more dances followed with Kurt. He wasn’t stumble-drunk, but well juiced by around eleven p.m.

When I decided that I had enough and excused myself, Kurt accompanied me on my short walk home, after mentioning that he had also better get home or have to endure the wrath of his wife for the next few days.

As we approached my house I offered to make him a cup of coffee to sober him up, prior to his possible ordeal with the wife. He gladly accepted and followed me into my home. As I busied myself with the coffee, Kurt moved close to me and soon had his hand on my shoulder. He observed me closely me for a moment and before I knew what was happening, closed in and started kissing me. The oral onslaught was vigorous but sensual, and as our spit mingled, I was very turned-on by all the hair from his overgrown moustache. With me firmly held in a bear hug, the sustained assault on my mouth ensued for several minutes.

As I would come to know in time, Kurt had no concept of gentle and could best be described as robust in the sexual department. He began thumping his hips into me as he now began licking my entire face, frequently returning to my lips. Encased in his embrace he lifted my body in his beefy arms before moving us toward my bedroom. Once there, our clothes were ripped from our bodies before I was thrown on the bed, prior to him jumping on top of me. From the amount of body hair covering him, I felt like I was being ravaged by a huge chimp. He also radiated the most incredible masculine body odour, which totally intoxicated me.

His oral offensive continued as my knees were pushed apart by his muscular thighs. For the next short while, Kurt energetically jabbed my crotch with his unbelievably rigid cock. As I sensed that he was approaching climax, I begged him to unload into my mouth.

After scooting up my body, Kurt grabbed hold of my head and ground his sweaty crotch all over my face, while roaring obscenities. When he unloaded my head was completely covered with cum. Next, he flopped onto the bed alongside me laughing mischievously. .

Later, as I reversed my body position I finally get a look at his cock, before licking it clean. Kurt had a forest of hair around his genitals. Although his dick wasn’t as large as some of the other guys in the village, it was, nevertheless, very impressive. The shaft of his dick was thinner than his mushroom knob-head, which was covered by a dark non-retractable foreskin.

His tight foreskin overhang extended an inch beyond his glans and was almost black in colour. His huge balls were unlike any other that I had ever seen. They looked like a massive solid growth protruding from his body and were even darker than his knob. I tried to insert my finger into his foreskin overhang, but it was just too tight.

As I licked his dick clean, I felt Kurt pull my body on top of him before swallowing my entire cock into his hot mouth. With my crotch being caressed by facial fur, I excitedly announced I was also about to cum. Kurt then raised my backside slightly and with his tongue lolling around my knob-head, I shot the biggest load of my life.

With his dick now once again fully erect after my cleaning, he pushed me off him and turned me onto my stomach. In a flash, he was on my back spearing his knob vigorously into my butt-hole. It hurt like hell and as I grunted, he bit on my ear and chuckled.

Varying his pace, he drilled my arse for twenty minutes before spraying the inside of my manhole with more of his lumpy cum. Astonishingly, Kurt’s cock remained hard as he again began kissing my neck. With all our activity his scent had also fermented into a primal bouquet of manliness.

Kurt was not yet done with me and soon I was being coaxed onto my back. After lifting my legs he now began to give me another solid fucking. The way he trashed his head about and grunted was mesmerizing, and I felt like I was in a ‘One Million Years BC’ movie. When he came, he gyrated like an overexcited chimpanzee.

Afterward, he wiped all the sweat from his head before rubbing his hands all over my face, as if marking me as his territory. I lustily sucked on his grubby fingers before later giving his genitals one last service. Kurt was an extraordinary lover!

After a quick rinse in the shower, Kurt left for home. Sadly, our future activity was restricted to the dances every second month. We would always meet there before we left for my home at around eleven. Once back at my place, sex with him was always hot, sweaty, and primeval.

I would have loved to see more of him, but in a small village, one could never be too careful.