A Cord of Wood

By James Wilton

Published on Nov 24, 2012

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This is the first of about ten stories I have written over the years. I'll be submitting the rest in the weeks ahead. They are all fiction but some, like this one, have a kernel of truth in them. I hope you enjoy.

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A Cord of Wood by James Wilton

Joey owed me, the asshole. Several years ago he had sold me two cords of fire wood. He cashed the check I had been stupid enough to give him and the wood never followed. Sure, he had plenty of answers but that is what he was so good at. A con artist through and through. Before long Joey had some trouble with the law so I hadn't seen him for a few years. Periodically he had shown up in town when things were tough and he traded sex for a warm bed, food, and, he hoped, some pocket money. But, he had the sense to keep away from me.

One cold, rainy day I heard a knock on my door and there the jerk stood. He was soaked to the skin. Joey had hitched into town to find that Len, his most reliable benefactor, was not home. For some reason he thought that he might be able to wait at my house until Len returned. Knowing what a sleezeball Joey was I didn't let him in.

The cold had gotten to him and he sniveled about the rain. Instead of melting my heart, his entreaties stirred up my crueler side.

Joey had slept around my circle of friends but I had somehow missed my turn. He used to be a hot little twenty-year old with a well defined body and a hairy chest. The years had their effect. He still looked hot but with a little more flesh and some deep age lines. My crotch began to tingle and I thought of how to entertain myself on this cold afternoon.

Joey again begged to come in. I asked him why I should do him any favors when he still owed me $250.00. He tried the cutesy look and said he'd make me happy if I did. I told him I could take care of making myself happy. This brought on the line I was waiting for:

"Please, I'll do anything. It's so cold out and I'm freezing." "Anything?" Dejectedly, "Anything."

He stood hunched and shivering inside my door. I sent him down to the basement to put his clothes in the dryer. He asked what he should wear and I told him that we'd worry about that later. He came up blue with the cold. I smiled to myself as I looked at him and planned my revenge. His hair was plastered down with rain water. He was bent over and hugging himself but I could see that his cock and balls were shriveled up like raisins. Not being a monster, I handed him a towel and had him get into the shower he both wanted and needed.

Meanwhile I changed into a a jock and bathrobe and dug out my old paddleball racket.

Joey came back wrapped in the towel and I checked him out from head to foot. He was clearly warmed up and his basket bulged out under the terry cloth. His hairy chest and arms still showed some definition and his square jaw was held up high. Not altogether bad looking. He seemed to sense my thoughts and gave a smug look as if to say that he was doing me a favor by being there.

Not right! I remembered the money he ripped off and sneered at the jerk. Looking him right in the eye, I told him what a shit I thought he was and how he deserved to be sent back out into the rain. Immediately his eyes dropped and he apologized. He didn't know what for but the bullshitter in him told him that was the part to play. I wasn't forgiving and told him I was going to make him pay for conning me. I reached out and pulled his towel off. He looked at me and then down at his crotch. Both of us watched his cock stir and begin to rise. I was tempted to grab it but decided against giving him any kind of thrill.

So, I had him bend over my lap for the spanking he deserved. I ran my hand over his firm, hairy ass. It was like two velvet-covered melons. I raised up the paddle and let him have a sharp thwack on both cheeks. He stiffened up and moaned in pain and surprise. I came down again and again, letting my anger get control. After about ten good ones I stopped and rubbed my hand over his red buns. They were noticeably hot to the touch.

As I rubbed his buttocks I felt a slight humping motion from Joey's hips. I rearranged my position and spread my legs a little further apart. Suddenly a hard cock slipped off my left thigh and into the space between my legs. The little buggar was getting off on his punishment.

I was spurred on to renewed attack. As I raised the paddle for another several whacks, I closed my legs together around his hard dick. Every time the wood slapped on Joey's ass he humped his tool between my thighs. Every time he humped me I mocked him for liking the spanking.

"Why you little pervert, you're getting off on this abuse. You deserve to be whipped!"

After this round was over I again rubbed his beet red buns and this time ran my hand up his thigh so that my fingers slid down his crack and onto the root of his cock. It was swollen and hard. As I manipulated the base of his balls Joey moaned with pleasure and humped my legs. By this time he was dripping precum and my legs were well lubricated. The little bastard was fucking my thighs.

Enough! This was not supposed to be a turn-on for Joey. Plus, I was afraid that I might pop if we kept this up. I kicked him off my lap and demanded what-the-fuck was happening? He stood there with an enormous hard-on. I asked if he was a masochist. Out of embarrassment he denied it.

"Then why do you have an erection if you aren't into abuse?"

"I don't know. It just happened." "Well, would you like it more if I hurt you more? I can get a belt and really lace your behind." "Oh, no! Please! The paddle was bad enough. I don't think I'll be able to sit down for a week."

While he was giving me the downcast look he was staring at my jock. I was so hard that my cock had the elastic tented out in front of me.

"Do you see anything that interests you, you little pervert? Your dripping hard-on says you like the looks of my crotch."

He nodded silently. I told him to drop to his knees and lick my balls inside the jock, without using his hands. He worked his tongue into the tent and did an admirable job of keeping me excited. Next I had him work the balls out of the jock and take them both into his mouth. He did real well. I was so hard I thought I would push through the fabric.

"Pull this jock down with your teeth and work on my cock, asshole. And, keep your hands away from your own cock, too. You're here to service me, not have a good time."

I pushed his hand off his hard-on with my foot and gave him a kick in the balls. He howled with surprise and pain and hunched over but didn't miss a beat on my tool. It didn't take long before I was ready to shoot. I pulled out of his sucking mouth and gave my member a few jerks. The cum shot out with surprising force. He tried to back away but I grabbed the hair on the back of his head and held him there.

"Oh, no, you little scumbucket. Your face is gunna be my cum rag."

The whole scene had me so hot that I felt like I shot quarts. The white liquid was splattered all over his face and dripped off his chin and nose.

I dragged Joey by that fistful of hair into the bathroom and knelt him down in front of me. I moistened a face cloth and told him to clean his spit off my penis. As I softened I began to feel the urge to piss. I hadn't planned it but this was a perfect chance to continue my humiliation of the little twerp.

Joey held my dick up as he was wiping my balls. Without warning I let out a stream of piss. It hit him in the face. Again, I grabbed the back of his head and held him there to suffer this added indignity. My urine washed the cum off his face and rinsed it on down his chest and crotch. The little pervert threw another rod.

"So, you like to be pissed on, do you? There is no end to your degeneracy!"

He had no answer. As my stream slowed I pulled back on his hair, opening his mouth so the last few spurts flowed down his tongue.

"I thought my kinky friend would like something to drink."

His face screwed up into a look of disgust at what he had just swallowed. I don't think he had ever had a golden shower before. In spite of his revulsion at the thought of swallowing piss, the whole scene obviously excited Joey. I stepped back to view this toughie as he knelt there with my piss running down his body and dripping off his throbbing dick into a puddle on the floor.

"Well, well. What a sight. I had no idea you were so depraved. You not only get off from a spanking, you sit there with a hard-on after being a human urinal. I'll have to wash you off before you're fit to leave this room." With that I dragged him into the shower with me. I soaped him down, front and back, enjoying the feel of his body as I went. His erection hadn't gone down yet. He'd been up for so long I figured that he was getting pretty uncomfortable. That was fine with me. As I soaped his crotch he tried to hump my hand for relief but I wouldn't let him. Every time he reached for his rod I pulled his hand away and gave him a hard slap. As I washed his crack I worked a finger into that hole. He bolted upright. Once he was used to the feeling he groaned with pleasure and backed down onto my finger to get more into his ass.

"So, we like something hard up our asshole, do we?"

This time he wasn't too embarrassed to answer and whimpered a yes. Since the one finger was clearly not filling him I worked in a second, third, and finally fourth. He was writhing and sobbing. I was afraid he would slide away from me and fall in the tub. But he kept pressing down onto my hand, trying to get more.

I have never fisted anyone but this looked like the way we were headed. Sure enough with the soap for a lubricant I massaged that tightly stretched ring until it relaxed enough to ease the tip of my thumb in. Joey shrieked as he was widened even more. But, he quickly settled down to his chants of "Oh yeah! More! Oh yeah, man." With one arm around Joey's heaving chest I worked the other up the chute bit by bit. My cock was hard as ever and I humped his thigh as I worked on his ass. Suddenly I had passed the wide part of my fist and his anal ring closed down toward my wrist pushing my hand all the way in.

Joey sucked in a long hiss of air as I fully entered his rectum. I could feel his pulse all around my fist. My hand was in a tight, warm, moist sack. Slowly I pulled back until the ball of my fist was against the ring again, then I eased back up the canal until I hit the top. Joey was panting and hanging on my other arm.

As I gave him another plunging he straightened up and began to shoot without even touching his cock. Amid his gasps of ecstasy my arm felt what only my cock had felt before: a climax from the inside. His whole rectum contracted with the ejaculations. Against the side of my hand I felt his prostate pulsing and the muscles at the base of his cock contracting. It was such a turn-on that my humping dick shot out its own jism on his side.

We were both pretty wiped out when it was over. I had to hold Joey up as I eased my hand out of his ass. As I exited he gasped and shuddered. I leaned him against the side of the stall as I washed off my arm and left him to clean himself as I dried off.

While Joey was in the basement getting his clothes I called to see if Len had gotten home. Fortunately he was able to come and pick up Joey. As much as I enjoyed the afternoon, I still didn't trust the cocksucker in my house and was glad to be getting rid of him.

True to form, while we were waiting for Len, Joey tried to hit me up for some cash.

"Don't you think I earned at least something for all the abuse I took? You couldn't get a hustler to do that for less that a hundred bucks."

"Maybe, but you obviously enjoyed yourself so I figure you owe me something for your pleasure. Let's say you knocked fifty bucks off of what you already owe me?"

It was not a happy little woodsman who dashed to Len's car.

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