Lumberjack Gets Hot in the Winter

On November 17, 1962, Donald turned 16. His large, muscled, heavy body made him a good player on the football team. That’s about the only thing Donald enjoyed at Kapuskasing High School. The husky teenager was doing poorly in every single course, except physical education. He just wanted to get a job, one that would enable him to leave his boring home town in Northern Ontario, Canada.

The high school had a new gymnasium, with locker room and shower area. Guys obviously stared at each other under the jet stream, some showing off the size of their cock. Donald was one of the rare students to be circumcised. His dick not only caught the attention because it was cut, but mainly because it was so thick and so long. If no guy dared to make a move in front of others, it was obvious that one or two of them would have loved to suck this bazooka, get it hard and trigger an explosion of jizz.  

Well-hung, Donald was also rather handsome. Not very talkative and somewhat shy, he was a loner. No girl wanted to date a guy known for the worst report card at every semester. That did not seem to bother Donald; he kept to himself, confirming his reputation of a lone-wolf. When he started masturbating, he didn’t need photos of women’s breast or cunt to get aroused. He imagined a husky hairy lumberjack hugging him, rubbing cock to cock. That would get him hard in no time and ready to shoot a big load. Donald started to wonder how it would be hot to kiss a man, to suck a cock, to fuck a guy’s ass.

Just before Christmas, the word got around that Timberland Co. was hiring more men to cut trees all winter-long. They offered minimum wage, plus housing and tree meals a day. The newly-hired lumberjacks had to be at least 16, in good health, and able to work long hours in the cold. Donald saw himself as a perfect match for this kind of job. He was hired on the spot.

The small camp assigned to Donald was situated north of Fort Albany, on the west coast of James Bay. It housed 22 lumberjacks, a cook and his assistant, a foreman and a jack-of-all-trade who kept the place clean and warm. Next to the kitchen, there was a large room where meals were served, and a medium-size room where you could relax, smoke, play cards, arm-wrestle or write a letter to folks back home. Most of the six rooms had two bunk beds. The foreman and the jack-of-all-trade share a room for two, while the cook and his assistant slept in a cozy opened space the size of a large closet, next to the food warehouse locked from 7 p.m. to 5 a.m.

Donald was the youngest guy in the camp, but looked as old as half of the men around him. After a few weeks of hard work, he already had the reputation of a rough and tough lumberjack. No task was too demanding for the new kid on the block; he could swing an axe like the legendary Jos Montferrand*. In the camp, Donald was not as shy as he had been in high school. He challenged a few mates at arm-wrestling and always won, sometimes getting a warm hug that made him dream of wrestling naked with a hairy virile lumberjack.

If workers seldom talked about their sex drive, it didn’t mean that they were not fooling around. Some just jerked off while flipping through the pages of Playgirl and imagining themselves fucking the enticing women in the centrefold. It was known that the cook’s assistant liked to suck a cock and even have it shoved deep in his ass. Freddy was popular among a few men who didn’t bother about being labelled faggot or bisexual; they just wanted to satisfy a sexual desire and feel a quick raw pleasure.

Donald often noticed how Freddy was staring at him, at his bulging crotch to be more exact. “I’m sure he wants to suck my 9-inch-long dick!” It didn’t take long for the occasion to present itself. On the last Saturday of the month, the foreman organized a dance where half of his employees wore a handkerchief on their head, making them the opposite sex. It was a game and guys laughed at who would be the most charming “lady”. Donald invited Freddy for a dance and embraced him tenderly. Most guys were too drunk to see any faggot or sissy manoeuvre; they cheerfully applauded instead.

“You’re a great dancer, Freddy. Care to join me on the sofa near the fireplace for a drink?”

“That would be great, Donald. Let’s sip wine together, and maybe even cuddle…”

“I think you like husky hairy guys like me, right?”

“They drive me crazy; you drive me nuts!”

“I like men, only men, and a guy like you could get me pretty hot.”

“Some lumberjacks told me you have a pretty thick and long dick; I’m not sure my tight ass hole could handle a tool of that mammoth size.”

“There are many ways to play with it, and to both have fun.”

After the lights had been dimmed to announce the curfew, Freddy invited Donald to follow him discretely to the food warehouse. He had the key and directed his sex-mate to a pile of empty bags where they could suck each other comfortably. But before Freddy even knelt in front of the lumberjack’s bulging cock, Donald pulled him upwards and kissed him passionately.

Freddy had always been told to suck a dick or to bend down for a quick fuck. This time, it was a whole new game. Donald wanted to hug, cuddle, kiss, caress gently while sniffing his armpits and pinching his peachy butt. The feeling was exhilarating. He was experiencing how it felt to be in the arms of a lover.

There seemed to be no limit to Donald’s imagination. He was improvising as this man-to-man encounter took tones of skin-seep sensuality. Their cocks were obviously beating to the rhythm of a new pleasure shared equally. Conscious of his virile endowment, Donald enjoyed playing with his mammoth dick, slapping it on Freddy’s face, sliding it in the welcoming crack, rubbing his huge pink mushroom on the appetizing rosebud, and dripping pre-cum in the hungry hole.

“Don’t forget, go in slowly, please don’t hurt me, Donald”

“Don’t worry, Freddy, your initial cry of pain will quickly become a moan of pleasure.”

On that note, Donald’s hard thick cock squeezed in the begging butt hole. He positioned himself to both plunge his rod deep inside and kiss his partner on the lips. Freddy was yelling “More! Don’t stop! Fuck the hell out of me!” When Donald was ready to explode, he pulled out his rod and ejaculated on Freddy’s face, licking and French-kissing with frenzy.

* Jos Montferrand (1802-1864) was a French-Canadian lumberjack, log driver, foreman, raftsman and strongman. He enjoyed this roving life, spending part of his time in the tough spots of Lower Canada (now Québec): the lumber camps, ports and taverns, where the law of the strongest prevailed and where the fighters of each ethnic group valiantly defended the honour of their race. Because he was the strongest and quickest, Montferrand was king.