Lumberjack Meets Mountie

The forest industry has been part of the Canadian landscape for a long time. In the 18th and 19th centuries, the actual cutting of trees did not take place in the summer, but in the dead of cold winters. Lumber camps became active in late fall, but that was to get ready for the hardy lumberjacks who were to come. Nowadays, the forest industries operate year-round. Richard Wood is a self-employed lumberjack in northern Saskatchewan (a province in western Canada). His nickname is Thick Dick Rick. But I’m going too fast, trying to get you hard in the fifth sentence, lol.

Let’s meet Rick first. His wood-cutting base is Timber Bay on Montréal Lake, north of Prince Albert, the third-largest city in Saskatchewan, after Saskatoon and Regina (the capital). Rick is 43 years-old, measures 5’10” (1.80 m) and weighs 196 pounds (89 kg). He is hairy all over, balls and ass included. You can’t help but notice his dark brown eyes, square jaw, and broad shoulders. When erect, his cock measures almost 7 inches (17.7 cm); it’s girth, however, is outstanding: a whopping 6 inches (15.2 cm). You might want to know that according to a scientific study, men who were aroused via oral stimulation seemed to get bigger than with manual jerk off.

Prince Albert’s population is roughly 36,000, but it is hub of health care, education and infrastructure servicing upwards of 195,000 people in central-northern Saskatchewan. The city is not known for its gay bars, discos or saunas. As is often the case, parks attract men looking for other men late at night. When in town, Rick’s dick is popular in the bushes. That is where he met Greg, a bodybuilder eager to get fucked, to feel the strength and power of the largest-known bazooka in Western Canada. Many onlookers come closer to see how Rick is going to plow Greg’s big ass. He first strikes a few cock-strokes on the behind, bends over to sniff the virile crack, licks both hemispheres, darts the huge rosebud, covers it with spit, and tongue-twists his way inside to lubricate the velvet carnal channel. Since a man’s arse is often called butt-cheeks and Rick’s tongue is active there, one onlooker can’t help to give a new definition to the expression “tongue in cheek”

The bodybuilder is regularly ass-fucked by jocks who train with him. He evaluates the size of their jockstrap pouch and selects only the one that has the largest bulge. In the locker room or in the shower, Greg services the need of horny straight bodybuilders anxious to shoot a load of jizz before sitting down with their wives and kids. In spite of his girth size, Rick does not trigger moans of pain. He shoves his cock in and out with rhythm, yelling lumberjack jargon: “The wood of Rick Wood is to be taken in a manly way. It’s an axe to grind, you fuckin shit hole!” Greg adores to be treated like a slut, a slave, a floozy, a tramp, a whore.

Rick spends most of his time in the nature, and he only enjoys sex in a natural way, skin to skin, no damn rubber. (No condom is large enough, anyway, to wrap his log.) Not endowed with a very long joystick, Rick often pops out to go back inside Greg’s fuck chute with more vigor. When he’s ready to explode, a loud “Timber!” alert accompanies his ropes of white gold. Rick immediately positions himself to felch part of his creamy load and to French-kiss Greg with frenzy. A round of applause covers the deeply felt moans of pure, virile, ecstatic satisfaction.

Rick has a fetish for a very special ceremonial uniform, the one worn by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (mounted as horse back riding). Before 1920, the force was called North West Mounted Police and its members were the Mounties. In Saskatchewan, as in other jurisdictions except Ontario and Québec, the federal Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) acts as a provincial and criminal police force. It is represented by 19,000 officers. Rick gets sexually excited when he sees a Mountie wearing a high-collared scarlet tunic, midnight blue breeches with a yellow trouser stripe, oxblood belt, gloves and knee-high riding boots, plus a brown felt campaign hat with a “Montana crease” (pinched symmetrically at the four corners). James Taylor is a Mountie and Rick is about to cross his path.

It’s winter, the snow is blowing ferociously, very few self-employed lumberjacks are active in the Timber Bay on Montréal Lake. Rick is used to Canadian winters. He is comfortably installed in his log cabin. Sergeant major James Taylor leads an investigation into a prisoner on parole, who seems to have disappeared in the forest bordering Montréal Lake. The clues received by the RCMP lead George to Timber Bay. The snowstorm is raging and making travel conditions more difficult. George must find shelter from an unforgiving Mother Nature. A light in a log cabin catches his eye. It’s a real blessing because his body is starting to freeze. A knock on the door surprises Rick. “Who the fuck could that be?” The hat and the boots indicate beyond any doubt that it’s a Mountie. The crackling sound in the fireplace immediately draws George towards the warmth of the cabin. Rick notices that the Mountie is wearing his fetish boots. The lumberjack’s cock immediately hardens, and Rick doesn’t hide his excitement. George grins and smiles.

On that note, the two men naturally cuddle and hug. Rick’s wandering hand can feel the bulge in the Mountie’s crotch. He starts kissing his providential visitor, and whispers a few words in his ear. George gets up and positions himself so that Rick can greedily lick the oxblood knee-high boots. “Holy Fuck! This is a dream come true.” The taste of leather and of wilderness energizes the lumberjack and gets him as hard as an axe. A white bear skin is stretched out in front of the fireplace and the two horny dudes curl up on it. When George sees the girth of Rick’s uncut dick, he almost faints. “My tight arse hole can’t accommodate your mammoth tool, but I’ve always been told that I have a big mouth. I want you to face-fuck me hard and deep.” Rick is more than ready to oblige, but he first rubs his bazooka on George’s muscular pecs, then tickles the nipples with the tip of his emerging mushroom. The Mountie yells out: “You’re driving me crazy and thirsty! Let me pump your man juice.”

For Rick, a face or an asshole is the same thing, you have to fill the void. He equally enjoys shoving his tongue in a guy’s butt or feeling a tongue around his juicy cock. You could say that he respects “oral” traditions. Tonight, as the blowing snow engulfs the log cabin, the Lumberjack and the Mountie are in perfect harmony. While George sucks Thick Dick Rick, the latter grabs one of the Mountie’s oxblood knee-high boots and buries his nose inside to sniff the manly aroma. This triggers a rush of blood to his sausage and builds up an incredible load of cum. Rick knows that George is eager to swallow the creamy nectar, but his plan his different. As soon as he feels the sap rising, he pulls out his bazooka, shoves it inside the leather boot, and ejaculates profusely. The ropes of jizz are so torrential that part of the white gold does end up in George’s mouth. Kissing has never been so hot, so tasty.

Seeing that his partner has realized a fantasy that was dear to him, George decides that he is also entitled to the same privilege. He fetches a medium and a large pair of handcuffs to tie Rick to the iron-frame bed posts, on his belly. Medium for the hands, large for the ankles. The lumberjack’s hairy butt is spread wide open and George first rams his greased baton in and out of the begging fuck chute. Rick is taken by surprise but nevertheless growls with immense pleasure. “Arrest me for gross indecency and give me a fucking punishment. No gloves allowed.” George is trained to follow orders and to ride a horse. But this time, the moto is “Save a horse, ride a lumberjack!” He shoves his meat thermometer in the appetizing rump roast. The sexual temperature sky rockets as the bareback pounding accelerates. The curly black hair that covers Rick’s ass excites George who decides that it will also snow inside the log cabin. He wildly splashes his ropes of cum across the velvety peachy surface. “You better lick that clean, buddy!” It’s an order that the Mountie is happy to carry out.