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During the Great Depression of the 1930s, the Roosevelt Administration created several make-work projects to put people to work. One such program that targeted young men, was the Civilian Conversation Corp or Three Cs.
I was seventeen at the time and the youngest son of a family of seven girls and three boys. I was still living with my mom and three sisters. My father had been killed in an industrial explosion when I was six.
My mom saw the Three Cs, as a means to get me out of the house and a chance for me to earn a little money, which was to be sent home to my mom. One less mouth to feed and a stipend of money. A win-win situation for her.
At first, the idea intrigued me. I was leaving Ohio for a Three Cs camp in California. I had never been out of the State of Ohio except for Eastern Kentucky our ancestorial home, where I was born.
I took a train from Union Station in Columbus for four miserable days, riding in coach, which meant I shared a bench seat with two others. On the second night, I awoke to find the guy next to me sucking my cock. I started to leap up, but for some reason sat still. I realized my cock was rock hard and the BJ felt so damn good. I had never been sucked off before, but had experienced wet dreams of girls sucking me.
It seemed really weird having a guy sucking me, but damn it sure felt good. Soon I was on the verge of blowing my load. I had to stifle my moans, as I unleashed maybe the biggest load of my young life.
The guy blowing me swallowed my load and continued sucking me till he got the last drop.
He raised up and whispered, “I needed that. Thank you.”
I was shocked to my very core when he kissed me full on the lips forcing his tongue into my mouth. I could taste the pungent bittersweet flavor of my own cum. A taste, I did not find unpleasant.
I looked forward to a repeat the following night and was not disappointed. The only difference was when he kissed me, he had not swallowed my cum. Using his tongue, he swirled my own cum around in my mouth. I ended up swallowing as much as he did. I was looking forward to a third night of him sucking me, but alas, he got off the train in a dusty dirty little town in Nevada. He never said a word, he just departed.
The following afternoon we arrived in Sacramento. I had been given instructions to report to the Three Cs office there.
Little did I know there were two other young guys on the train also bound for the Three Cs Camp. We were taken by truck to a rustic encampment somewhere in the mountains. The three-hour truck ride gave the three of us a chance to get acquainted. I introduced myself as Raymond Moore from Grove City, Ohio. One guy was named Cyrus Fields from Gahanna, the other was Bruce Gordon from New Albany. All of us lived in small towns near Columbus.
My family settled in Grove City as that is near where my father had found employment. Albert Moore had moved his family to central Ohio seeking work and found it at the Columbus Garbage Disposal Plant. Back then garbage was burned. Dad got a job shoveling garbage into open-hearth furnaces. It was there, he was killed in a methane gas explosion.
The mountains of California were nothing like the dirty coal mountains of Eastern Kentucky. These were tree-covered hills with clean clear air.
Cy and Bruce were both near my age but a bit older. They both came from farm families and wanted to get away from the daylight to dark drudgery of farm work. I had done a little day labor during planting and harvesting seasons so I understood somewhat. I had once cut six acres of corn by hand using a corn machete. No way I wanted to repeat that.
Arriving at Camp Ten Bears we were ushered into the Admin Office. We were told we were assigned to Billet Number 10. A Counselor was assigned to each Billet and would act as a Foreman for our work group. Our Counselor was a guy in his mid-forties named Olaf Anderson a big Swede.
We found our way to Billet 10 and introduced ourselves to Mr. Anderson. “Just call me Olaf,” he said in a big booming voice.
It was close to dinner time and we were told to get washed up and then report to the Mess Hall.
All the buildings in Camp were of log construction and had been built by Three Cs workers. Heat was provided by large fireplaces on each end of the buildings.
The temperature was pleasant when we arrived, but we soon found out it got very chilly and downright cold at night.
After dinner, we were given bunk assignments and furnished with several sets of work clothes and boots.
The food was plain but filling with lots of calories. I later found out that we were being given about 8000 calories a day. Seems like a lot but the hard manual labor we would be doing, made it necessary.
Turned out we were building facilities for a national park. Cy, Bruce, and I were assigned to help build latrines. Hell, back in Ohio and Kentucky, we called them outhouses.
We hand dug, 12 foot long and 6 foot deep, pits and then constructed log structures over the pits. There were 4 holes each 3 feet apart with a small partition between each hole. Along the front was an angled -trough for urinating. “Pretty nice shithouses Cy,” said laughingly. Bruce and I agreed.
Each night, after dinner, we were so tired that we fell in our bunks and were asleep in a flash.
You can imagine how surprised I was when one night I was awaken-by the voice of Cy saying, “Hey Ray, I sure could use a blowjob.”
“You got to be kidding Cy,” I whispered.
“No man,” I’m dead serious, he replied.
“I’m not a queer,” I said.
“Come on man, I will return the favor sometime,” Cy said.
I opened my mouth to say no fucking way, but Cy inserted his cock in my mouth before the words could come out. Cy took both of his hands and held my head and began face fucking me. His hard cock reached the entrance to my throat causing me to gag a little. Magically my throat opened up and his cock slid in. I figured out real-quick, that if I was not going to suffocate, I needed to breathe through my nose.
I had never sucked a cock before and here I was deep throating a fair-sized cock. My mind was in a whirl trying to deal with the situation. It was not long before Cy thrust deep and held as he emptied his balls of cum directly down my throat to my belly. The only cum taste I got was when he removed his cock and a few droplets were deposited on my tongue. From my prior experience on the train, I liked the taste and wished I could have had more.
“Damn, Ray that was awesome. For a non-cocksucker you did amazingly well,” Cy said.
Cy slipped out of my bunk and returned to his. It took me a couple of hours to get back to sleep, as I kept reliving the experience. Also, I had a rock-hard boner that I was slowly stroking.
Bruce shook me awake saying. “Get up sleepyhead. Time for breakfast.”
In the mess hall, I had a difficult time looking Cy in the eye. Bruce was wondering what was wrong with me. I was picking at my food not devouring it as usual. Finally, it was time to go. The latrine crew was headed to the far side of the park to build a male and female latrine. This would be the final latrines being built.
It was an hour and a half ride to get to the site. Cy and Bruce were chattering away and I remained silent. I was still trying to digest the fact I was a cocksucker and liked it. During our first rest break, Bruce took me aside and asked, “What the hell is wrong Ray?”
Unable to hold back, I blurted out what had happened last night. “Holy fuck,” Bruce said.
“Do you think that makes me a queer?” I asked.
“I dunno, I guess it depends on whether you liked it and want to do it again,” Bruce said.
“That is what’s bothering me, I did like it,” I admitted.
“I guess that makes you a cocksucker,” Bruce said.
I finished the day working on instinct as my mind was definitely not on my work.
After lights out, I was lying in my bunk unable to sleep when Bruce came by and said, “Let’s go outdoors and talk Ray.”
Behind our billet, Bruce shocked me by telling me that he had a penchant for fucking guys and he had wanted to fuck me from the minute he laid eyes on me.
“I thought since you are a cocksucker that maybe you might like getting fucked too,” he said.
“Look Bruce until last night I never considered sucking cock and getting fucked has never entered my mind,” I said.
“But you did suck cock, so why not try getting fucked,” Bruce argued.
There was some logic in what he said, so I responded, “Can I suck your cock some first to see if I really do like sucking cock,” I asked.
“Hell yes,” came the reply.
I dropped to my knees and fished Bruce’s cock from his long johns and engulfed it. I did not wait for him to face fuck me as I was bobbing up and down sucking him like an experienced cocksucker.
Bruce was moaning and quivering as my doubts were being erased. Finally, he said, “Damn stop Ray, I’m going to cum and I want to fuck you.”
I pulled off his cock and got on my hands and knees. Bruce spit on his hands and used the spit to lubricate my hole. I felt a stabbing pain as his cock entered my rectum. But the pain eased as he pressed forward going deeper. When his cock was fully inserted, he rested. That is when I felt a cock being rubbed across my lips. I opened my eyes only to see a grinning Cy presenting a familiar cock to my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted his cock.
So, this is being split roasted, I thought.
Both Cy and Bruce began sawing in and out and developed a rhythm. My mind would alternate from the cock in my mouth to the one in my ass. I was enjoying both.
Raymond Moore the Ohio Hillbilly from Eastern Kentucky was about to become a well-fucked cum addict.
Bruce came first blasting the walls of my bowels with his huge load of hot cum. I felt the warmth. Bruce was moaning and uttering, “Hot damn what a great fuck.”
Then magically, as Cy blew his load in my mouth, I had an intense orgasm, the biggest of my young life.
During the rest of our stay at Camp Ten Bears. I was a fucked daily and became a very accomplished cocksucker.
When we got snowed in, I got fucked multiple times a day. I also sucked Cy several times a day.
During early summer, Camp Ten Bears Park was completed. We were offered an extension in the Three Cs, But Cy, Bruce, and I opted to return to central Ohio. Once back home, the sucking and fucking continued.
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