I Asked for It

By Randy Powell

Published on Jun 14, 2022

Gay

I was 17 almost 18 and fresh out of high school, one of our neighbours, Mr. Johnson had mentioned to my mom that he could offer me a job at a logging camp if I was interested. I went over to his house that evening, I was excited about the opportunity but I was a little nervous too. Mr. Johnson invited me in and told me to relax, that our families had been friends for years and that he knew that he could count on me if I took the job.

I told him that I didn't know much about logging, and that I had never used a chainsaw in my life but I would work hard and learn. Mr. Johnson actually laughed out loud, he said I would have to grow a foot taller and gain a hundred pounds before I was ready for that. He explained that the job was for a cooks helper and camp cleaner, and though I wouldn't do any actual cooking, I would help the cook with the dishes, do the camp laundry and keeping the bunkhouse bathroom and showers clean and stocked with towels. I guess he noticed a look on face and he asked me if something was wrong and I told him that it sounded like a job for a woman. He said that he could never send a woman into a camp full of big horny men, it just wouldn't be a good idea.

He told me that was why the wages were so good and that if I stuck it out until the end of the season I could buy myself a car and still have money to burn. I was sold, I told Mr. Johnson that I would take the job was ready to start right away. He shook my hand told me that I would have the next day to pack and on the following day he would drive me to the camp and show me around and introduce me to the cook. He gave me an envelope with a list of things that I would need to pack but before I left he made sure that I understood that once I was in camp I was there for 4 weeks, that there was no such thing as getting homesick.

The next day I did some shopping, picking up things on the list and a big duffel bag to pack them in. My mom was excited for me, and she fussed all over me on my last day home. She was so proud of me for taking the job and she told me that it couldn't have come at a better time because her company was making cut backs and she was going to need my help with the bills. That night mom cooked my favourite meal and made my sisters sing Happy Birthday because I would be away on the day I turned 18. I double checked my bag and went to bed early and I had no trouble going to sleep. During the night, I had a very vivid dream about Mr. Johnson and his big horny men, and all of a sudden I was wide awake and my dick was hard as a rock. I didn't get much more sleep after that because I was really confused as to why that dream made me so horny. I had always been awkward around girls and so I was still a virgin but I certainly had never thought about men being sexy.

I was up early the next morning, had coffee with my mom, said my goodbyes and headed to Mr. Johnson`s. He was already at his truck so I put my bag in the back, hopped in the passenger side and we were off. We turned off the highway about half hour out of town onto a gravel road and he said we had another hour and a half to go. He told me that there was no more Mr. Johnson, that his name was Frank and I was to call him that, just like the other men on the job. He explained the daily schedule at the camp, the cook served breakfast and dinner every day and each crew member would pack a lunch from an assortment of sandwiches, fruit, pastries and other baked goods. My duties would vary day to day, but I would have a daily check list set for me so that I should have no problem getting everything done.

We arrived at the camp and I met Peter, he was tall and muscular with lots of tattoos and a hair cut straight out of the army. He showed me the kitchen and dining area and explained what my duties would be. He certainly seemed friendly and he and Frank were obviously good friends. Frank said that he would get me set up in my room and then take me around the rest of the camp to show me what the cleaning duties required and where to access all the supplies. I was shown to a trailer that had a TV room, a bathroom and 2 separate bedrooms, each with their own smaller TV. I put my bag on the bed and followed Frank to the other side of the kitchen to the bunkhouse area. There was a number of trailers that could house up to 30 people, with one trailer as a laundry room and another as communal showers and toilets.

Frank and I returned to my accommodations so I could unpack my things and he could have a chat with Peter. I could overhear some of their conversation but I didn't hear it all, I did hear Frank say that he really liked me, and that he had been keeping an eye on me for years. He said something like, not to force me, to just lead me to it. I wasn't sure what it all meant but hearing that he liked me made me feel good.

Next: Chapter 2


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