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It was close to midday when we happened upon the cabin in the autumn of 1882, a small but well-made place, sitting on a cleared area not far from a river. There was a small, one-horse stable with a barn as well and Mom saw it, stopping our wagon and then sighed, said to me, "We'll go up to them and beg for food. It's our only hope, Stephen."
"I know, Mom," I replied. We had traveled far for weeks and were out of food, I hadn't eaten since noon the day before. Our horse had eaten nothing but what we could scrounge from the brush and grass we found along the way and the weather was changing so that those were dry and brittle things, providing him little provender. His ribs were showing and he had begun to wheeze, this horse was old and wouldn't be able to work for much longer. Mom hoped he would take us to the Pacific Ocean and the settlements there but these mountains were rugged and that outlook now seemed forlorn. The horse looked worn out and feeble. So did Mother. Dad had died the winter before of a fever, and Mom had sold most of our belongings to take care of herself and me. The horse and wagon was all we had left, plus the few things in the wagon.
I held our horse steady as she went up to the house and called out a short distance away, but there was no answer, and she stealthily opened the door slowly as she called again, peered cautiously inside (she wasn't being strange in doing this, it was possible a gun was aimed at the doorway), but she saw the cabin was unoccupied and she called to me, "Stephen, the family that lives here is out, but they have plenty of food, and seem prosperous. We shall impose on their good nature, and eat some of their food and feed our horse. Then you and I will work on whatever here that we can to repay for the food and hope that suffices for what we have eaten."
The owner of the cabin arrived as the sun reached for the horizon. Mom and I heard his arrival with the snorting of the horse and the clatter of the reins and she rose and said, "Let us greet the owner as kindly as we can, pleasant and deferential."
We went to the door and waited as he went first to the stable. I was glad I had tethered our horse just outside the single stall. I didn't get to see him for Mom kept me behind her, but she said, "I greet you, kind sir, as a visitor in need and hope our presence here does not meet with your disfavor. We have eaten some of your food but I have cleaned your house and my son has cleaned your stable."
"I saw that last part," came a gruff but not unkind reply. "Step aside, and I shall view your work on my home."
Mom pushed me back further as she stepped aside and the man who was the only person living in the cabin walked in. He was large and heavily muscled and he carried in one hand a huge axe as casually as a gentleman would carry a walking stick. Many times, people trying to capture the image of the woodsmen of the Northwest have tried to capture these men's august majesty and always they have failed, I saw, as I looked at him. His face was solid and masculine and rugged, his hair was dark black and he had a full beard and mustache that hid most of his cheeks and chin. His nose was straight and noble, his eyes were a bright pale blue, his cheeks were flat where not covered in hair, and when he smiled, as he did when he first saw me, the rest of his face barely moved beyond the sides of his mouth.
Below that, his neck was strained outward at its bottom to connect to the heavily muscled shoulders, the biceps were large melons of power, the chest was a large barrel of intense virility, the body below was sharply more slender until it reached a waist taut as a drumhead, his legs were powerful kegs of steel that strode boldly when he moved around, seeing what cleaning my mother had done. He viewed first my mother and me, both of us with brown hair and brown eyes, with rather sharp, pointed facial features and thin frames, then looked over the area with the air of a military commander checking the kits of his underlings, but after he had seen it all, he gave a grunt and nod of approval and then said, "Have you started anything for supper?"
"Just prepared a few things for you that way. I can turn it into a soup in a half hour if you grant us permission to stay a short time. My son and I are weary and our horse is ill. We will endeavor to be of assistance to you during our stay."
The man cocked an eyebrow at my mother, but she was now standing erect and proud instead of with her head bowed like a servant. "Where is your man?"
"My husband passed away nine months ago, and is buried several hundred miles away. My son and I have traveled west hoping to reach the Pacific Coast to find employment for myself that will permit us to survive."
"I can work some, too," I added. "I mucked out your stall this afternoon."
The man was quiet a full minute, then he said, "You two can stay, the woman can cook and clean the house, the boy can take care of my horse and yours. The two of you will need to also chop firewood. I'll bring in the logs, after that, you do the rest."
My mother nodded, "We agree."
"The mountains will be impossible to travel in a few more weeks, you'll have to stay here until spring to go further. Remember that as you work until the snows fall." A short pause. "M'name is James, but you can call me 'Jim.'"
"Very well, Jim," Mom said. "I am Emily and my son is Stephen."
"You can call me 'Steve,'" I offered.
"Nah, I'll call you 'Half Pint,'" he decided.
I blinked, then came back with, "Then I'll call you 'Big Jim!'"
"Stephen!" my mother remonstrated me.
Jim just laughed. "Man's got a right to call you what he wants to, I reckon. Okay, Half Pint, Big Jim it is!"
And that was our acquaintance. Big Jim was good to us, he built my mom a small room onto the cabin over the next couple of days, just a cubby but she had her own room and her own bed of straw with a coverlet covering that to sleep on. Me, I slept on the floor of the main room where Big Jim's bed was, and on cooler nights I would sleep out in the stable where the horses' body heat made it better than the cabin in some ways.
But that didn't last long, though we all labored quick as we could to get a good amount of firewood ready. Big Jim had been accumulating logs these past days for just this purpose and he was dragging them bodily in with ropes dragging them along, fastened by notches cut into the logs at one end. I was chopping them up as fast as I could, and Big Jim taught me how to wield the axe to chop them best, but we would have to get out in the cold weather and chop more firewood as the days wore on, or burn big logs for heat in a blizzard.
The snows came and they were bad, and the three of us were pretty much confined to the cabin, though Big Jim and I made treks out to get the wood, chop what we could and care for the horses who were kept unhappily in the stable. I chinked the cracks of the stable with hay and mud as best I could (icy mud is not good for that) but it helped to stop the hard drafts of wind in the stable. We kept the fire going but it was still cold in the cabin despite our efforts.
One night, we were readying for bed, Mom had already retired to her cubby, and my teeth were chattering audibly as I removed my outer clothes and was wearing only my long johns to get into the bed. I put my clothes between the two blankets I had to sleep under, knowing it wouldn't be enough to fight the cold weather but it would have to do....
"Half Pint?" Big Jim's voice resounded out of the night silence and the darkness surrounding the light of the fire still burning in the fireplace. It would go out about two in the morning, leaving only coals to be stoked up when we arose in the morning. We didn't dare burn the fire all night even if we could have done so, we didn't have that much firewood.
"Yes, Big Jim?"
"Why don't you come over and sleep with me? I got this big bearskin fur to cover us."
I trusted this man implicitly by now, he had been so kind to my mother and me. "Gee, thanks, Big Jim!" I said and hastily complied. He only had one huge comforter and the bearskin fur, but his bed was warm, so warm, thanks to his large, warm body. I felt him and hugged him, just to warm up and felt that he was bare under the covers. He felt my long johns at the same time and he said, "You're wearing your underwear?"
"You're not wearing anything?"
"Best thing for sleep, to not wear clothing. Warm enough under this bearskin. Bears know how to stay warm and this one was harvested in the winter and had his winter coat. Nice thick fur. Aren't you warm?"
"Uh-huh."
"Wear what you choose," he said gently. "But I wear nothing and trust me, this is better."
"Oh," I thought it over. "Well, if sleeping without clothing is better, I ought to try it," I conceded.
I had to get out of bed to take off the long johns. That got me cold all over and I crawled back into bed shiveringly cold and wrapped my body around his to get warm quick as I could. "Brrrrrrrrrrrrr!" I quivered. "It's cold outside."
I wrapped my legs around him and that's when I felt it, his cock, thick and hard, lying against my lower leg. He was on his side so I could press against his chest and it was right there, a thick column of very warm, firm, rich manhood. I looked up at him, just able to see him in the firelight, and he was looking down at me and his eyes sparkled with the flames from the fire, and blazed into mine. "Half Pint," he sighed to me.
"Big Jim?" I inquired.
"Shhhhh!" he placed a huge finger on my lips to shush me. "It is okay, you don't need to speak. Speech is not needed now." His hand moved from my face to reach around my body and came down to slide down my back and it found my upper buttock and it clamped onto it and squeezed it, pulled my body up tighter against his own as his face reached toward mine for a kiss.
We kissed and it was like none I had ever received before. It wasn't a mere pressing of the lips together quickly, it was slow and went on and on, and our lips didn't just touch, they meshed and moved over each other, filling and melding to each other, and as our mouths parted his tongue slid into my mouth and swam in among my teeth and played against my own tongue. I gingerly brought my own tongue up in response and he jousted with it playfully and I grew bolder, and the two tongues tangled, teased and tasted each other in abandon.
Big Jim's hand was still on my buttock and it slid around and his middle finger sought out and found my anus, touched and fondled the tender folds of the sphincter. I gasped and moaned at how good that felt. My body began to move against his firm, solid body, my little willy pressed against his stomach, and I began to move my hips to slide my johnson against his smooth, supple skin, that caused his dong that was still lying firm and now pulsing against my lower leg to shift back and forth slightly.
Big Jim groaned and his finger at my asshole found the center of the ring of puckered flesh and pressed against it, I gasped as the folded skin gave way and his finger slid into my lower entrance. "Hahhhhhh!" I sighed out, for the finger didn't cause pain to me, it was too soft, too sweet, too generous in its feeling that my body welcomed it, sought it out and caressed it on its journey. It sank in to the first knuckle, Big Jim held it there, wriggling it as I moaned and wormed about and then he pushed further, slowly wiggling it inside me until he had it buried in to the base of the long, thick digit, and he felt around and bumped a point inside me that caused me to cry out in unabashed, intense pleasure, "Hah-ahhhhh!"
"Careful, my little Half Pint," he soothed me. "That is just your prostate, I touched it and that caused you the pleasure, let me show you how good it can feel for me to touch it for you." He began to rub at it, I could feel it, a small two-lobed bit of my body I had never felt before, but now it was screaming out in joy as he brushed and rubbed on it, bringing it into active life at last! "Ahhhhhh, ohhhh, uhhhhhh, ahhhhh, uhhhhh, ohhhh, oh-oh-oh, ahhhhhhhhh!" I sighed quieter than before. Big Jim was right, my mother was close by, and sleeping but I shouldn't wake her up.
I reached down between us with my upper hand and caught hold of Big Jim's cock and it leapt to life in my grip and Big Jim sighed in pleasure as I pulled it into my grip and began to slowly work its length back and forth with my hand. "Ahhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, my dearest Half Pint, our joy is doubled, we can share our life and our pleasure, ahhhhh, yes, my little, precious, Half Pint, let me take you in my arms and show you the ultimate joy that two can enjoy together when they become as one. May I take you that way, my dear, divine Half Pint?"
"Yeah, okay, sure!" I gasped. With his finger in my ass making my world whirl with delight, I wouldn't deny him anything. Big Jim pulled his finger out of my ass and I heard him moving but couldn't tell what he was doing, but then he came back and his finger was covered with grease. I guess he had planned this all along, but I didn't care, the grease made his finger feel even better and he stuffed my butt with the grease until it was sticky as it could be.
Then he moved so he was on top of me in the bed, and he shifted my body so that I could wrap my legs around his waist (he was lifting my legs to guide me to do so), and I wrapped my arms around his neck so I could kiss him again and then I felt his cock also greased up sometime in all that pushing at my now-slippery asshole. He grunted as he pushed into me, and I grunted as well, but the grease made him push into me as easily as the way I would slide on ice puddles on cold winter days in prior years in our old town.
His prong buried itself inside of me and he breathed huskily as he sighed out, "Now we are one, my small Half Pint, now we are together. Let us now share the one joy of love, giving and taking of each other, so that we can strengthen that bond even further and never be parted again."
"Yes, yes, let us be one!" I groaned, for his prick was pushing against my prostate and I felt so transported into the realm of rapture that I thought I'd never find my way back to Earth again.
He moved and every move of his body, sending his dong in and out of me was the utmost ecstasy that I had ever felt, I couldn't believe that this sort of total joy was possible for the body to even feel. I moaned and clung to him, reveling in the moment, wishing this could never stop, let me spend eternity like this, in this room, in this man's arms, and let me stay like this forever, and I would call it Heaven!
It felt like it went on for a very long time, but actually it probably only lasted for ten minutes or so, the lusty thrusting of Big Jim's body driving his pecker deep into me and pulling it out again, me groaning and moaning as every time he did either, I felt a rush of new passion race through me.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" I was gasping.
"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh!" Big Jim was grunting as he fucked me.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" I heaved as Big Jim's speed increased, his passion rising in him, his face flushing with his desire. "Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh!" Big Jim groaned, his head sagged down, his body ramming me, his eyes glazed over.
"Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah-hah!" I panted as my joy rose up like the leviathan from the deep as they say it did in the Bible.
"HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUHHHHHHH, UH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Big Jim moaned as his cock pumped a huge load of warm spunk into my ass, I felt the hot rush of his spooge into my ass and the heat of it ignited my own joy's dynamite.
"HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH, HAH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I roared out along with him as I writhed, his come filling me and my joy transporting me, we were one, we were truly one, ONE together now, never to be apart, NEVER!
Done, exhausted, panting hard like he never did while he chopped wood or labored at building the addition to the cabin, Big Jim sank down onto me like the biggest, warmest blanket ever, and his sweat was like liquid love moistening me, and he drew the covers up over us, for they had slid down some in our thrashing about, and in the warmth of our lovemaking still all about us, we both slid into a deep, warm, wonderful sleep.
I awoke in the night and felt Big Jim's warm body close to me, but my nose bitten by the frosty cold air above the warm fur and I ducked under the covers to warm my face. As I did, I felt Big Jim's prong, stiff as a rock once again, even though he slept, and an impish smile lit my face. I slid down further, curling my body to stay under the covers and it was warm, so warm down there and I got my face down to his prod, it was still a little greasy from the fucking but otherwise clean as it could be, I wiped the grease off as well as I could, and then licked the shaft with my tongue, treating it as I would a white peppermint candy stick. I was slobbering as I did that and when I had his prick as slimy as I could make it, I rose up to the top and dove onto it as I would the peppermint stick, driving the thick prod down my throat as far as it would go.
Big Jim was still asleep as I began to work my mouth up and down like I had overheard two men discussing in detail one day a year ago when they didn't know I was nearby. I had realized that I could do this with Big Jim and was practicing while he was asleep. I had a good movement going on him when his hand came up and rested on my head and I realized that he had awakened while I was sucking on him.
I kept going, though, his soft moans of joy slipping from his lips, warm underneath the thick comforter and the heavy bearskin and in that oasis of warmth of the very cold cabin, I slurped and suckled on Big Jim until he gave a long moan of "HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHH, HUH-HUHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" and I got a mouthful of the heavy, rich jizz into my mouth. I had wondered what it would taste like, but it was delicious to me, a boy who ate very little meat in my life, and I swallowed it all as it squirted out and even sucked on his rod after he was done, wishing for more of that delicious, manly flavor.
Neither of us spoke of our nightly pleasures to Mother or each other, just smiles to each other as we ate at the table or worked to cut wood or played a card game, but maybe Mother heard us or understood our glances across the table. If so, she never said a word about it.
After many months of snow, the weather warmed and the snows melted, and Mother packed up her clothes into the boxes and loaded them on the wagon and hitched up the horse herself. I saw as much when I came home from the woods with Big Jim, for he was taking me into the woods with him, teaching me how to become a logger like himself. I was learning how to wield an axe, I wasn't very good at it yet, but I was building the muscles and body that would let me become one soon enough.
"Where are you going, Mom?" I asked her.
"To the Pacific Coast, where I can find a job to survive, I hope," she told me. Our horse looked much healthier now, I admit, and so did she.
"But Mom," I said, looking at Big Jim. "I...I don't want to leave."
"I know, Son," she said quictly. "It's all right. You are happy here, you have found a good life, and I understand. But I am not happy here, and I must find a life elsewhere."
She kissed me on my forehead, got into the driver's seat and drove away.
Big Jim's hand landed on my shoulder. I placed my hand on top of his and together, we went back into the cabin together.
THE END
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