I love being a lumberjack. It is my dream job and I am one since more than two decades now. But the job, like every other job out there comes with its advantages and its downsides. Two things at all times come to my mind when thinking about the positives: You spend most of your time out in the fresh air and you for sure don’t need to waste your time in a gym, because climbing up and down a mountainside with some heavy equipment in your hand a few times a day is enough to keep you in shape.

When thinking about the negative elements the following things tend to pop up in my head: You are out in the weather all year along. You have to endure the heat in the summer and the cold in the winter. When it rains, you are standing in it chopping down trees. So the job clearly is nothing for the faint hearted.

But the most demanding thing is that you spend most of your workweeks out in the wild. Far away from everything and everyone you love. Totally isolated while sharing a cabin with four, five, maybe even ten people.

And sometimes, sometimes if the weather isn’t on your side, you might be literally caught inside your cabin for a few days straight. And that is when things are getting really tough, because close quarters, not being able to move combined with boredom it gets to everyone. Just a matter of time.

And that worst case scenario happened to me during a blizzard in the winter about two years ago. Me and four other guys got caught in a cabin, our cabin, because we were working in the region around it for years, for four days and five nights straight. Luckily the youngest one that was with us, the twenty four year old greenhorn had a sissy secret, so things calmed down on day four.

It was the last assignment before the winter break. We were out in November and December, we were scheduled to come back home to our families in the middle of December, long before Christmas.

We that were forty two year old me and three seasoned same aged colleagues of mine with whom I had spent more than a few weeks chopping down trees out in the wild. So we were no strangers, we knew each other, we were on a friendship level.

But it wasn’t only the four of us out there back then. One greenhorn, the twenty four year old son of the owner of the logging business we worked for was with us. He wasn’t out there on a voluntarily bases, his father had sent him out to learn the family company and to finally turn him into a real man, because to be honest, he just wasn’t masculine at all.

The four of us were everything but happy that we had to babysit our bosses offspring, but well, he was the boss, he signed our paychecks and he offered us a hefty bonus if we would look after his son for the scheduled one and a half months. We shrugged our shoulders and then we took him with us.

On the first day we took him with us out, the logging side was a steep one, the greenhorn really struggled carrying some equipment up and down. He also quickly ran out of power while holding a chainsaw while I taught him how to chop down a tree. His physique clearly wasn’t up to the task. And his mind was neither: He just didn’t want to be become a strong masculine lumberjack.

On the afternoon of day one we had a get together around the big dinning table in our cabin. We talked about the day, then we talked about our greenhorn issue. With him sitting on our side.

We quickly came to the conclusion that he wasn’t cut for the hard logging work. And due him lacking the will to become a lumberjack it just made no sense forcing him doing it. No matter how much his father would have loved us to do something like that.

So we talked it through, and we came to the conclusion: He could stay with us, because we wanted the bonus and we wanted to make his father, our boss happy, but like everyone else in our camp, he had to work. The greenhorn agreed with the four of us.

And then he suggested something: “What if I take over cleaning, laundry and cooking? Would that be enough of a contribution?”

What followed were a few seconds of silence. For men were looking at each other while thinking. Then some smiles showed up on their faces. Then I opened up my mouth: “Yes, that would be very kind of you. A full service logging cabin. Sounds awesome.”

We all agreed on him becoming our stay at home wife. We then shook hands, and then we swore an oath to tell no one about him being the cleaning woman and the cook of our camp: “What happens in the cabin, stays in the cabin.”

An oath that up to this day hasn’t been broken. And yes, this writing of mine here, it is done after asking the other four for their agreement. But now back to back then.

Our arrangement worked out great. Life was great in the cabin back then, because all me and the other three men had to take care off was chopping trees and pulling them out of the forest. We could do what we loved doing, without wasting time on things like cooking and cleaning. It was awesome.

And as at all times when you are having a good time, time flies by. It had turned December fast. The first snow had already fallen when we went to bed one night and woke up in the middle of the heaviest, gnarliest blizzard I have seen in my hole life.

We tried to leave the cabin, we tried to get to our cars and escape the storm, but it was pointless. Snow was coming down fast, the wind was blowing strong, so we were stuck in our cabin. A cabin that was create sturdy enough to resist conditions far worse like the one we were in.

A cabin that a massive food, fuel and firewood supply stored inside and beneath it. A cabin that also had it’s own well sitting beneath it. One that you could pump water up from with an electric pump or manually, in case the generator sitting outside the cabin would stop working. And it just was a matter of time until that would happen.

And last but not least, a cabin that had a decent size. The place had five bedrooms upstairs, all filled with bunk beds, so theoretically four people cold sleep in one, but that just was the theoretical maximum, because on average there were five to ten people out here.

Then the place had one massive living room kitchen area downstairs, some smaller storage rooms, a basement mostly used for storage and two full bathrooms – we only really used one back then, because it worked. So in cabin terms, it was a enormous one. So we weren’t exactly sitting on each other while being snowed in, but it was cramped enough for some tension to rise.

The first day snowed in was an easy one. We were actually not that unhappy that we had to spend a day inside the cabin. Just relaxing, hanging out, reading some books – yes, over the decade the cabin was up and running plenty of books found their methods out here, and nope, not just pornographic one, but we had those too – playing some games or just napping away the day. While the greenhorn was cooking for us. He actually loved taking care of us and our needs.

In the next morning I was the first one up. A short glance out of the upstairs window, the downstairs ones were closed and protected by some heavy shutters showed me that the blizzard still was running strong. Snow was piling up higher and higher. I just shrugged my shoulders when I saw the weather, then I went downstairs for warm and relaxing morning shower.

Before I could have my shower I had to make some fire beneath the boiler to reheat the water inside – the boiler was insulated, so the water inside wasn’t exactly frozen, but by far not hot enough for a shower. I killed the waiting time by pumping up some water from the well into our system, by lighting a fire inside the big wood fueled stove in the middle of the cabin and by brewing some fresh coffee.

Then I had my shower. And after my shower I put a towel around my waist, then I grabbed myself a cup of coffee before I headed back upstairs to get dressed. And it was then when I ran into the greenhorn. He clearly was checking out my half naked body. I let him have his fun and I wasn’t thinking that much about it: “Maybe he is bisexual, or gay, who cares.”

The rest of the day was an uneventful one. Four men killing time while one cleans and cooks. We offered him our help, but he declined. So we just let him have his fun. We played some board games in the evening, then we went to bed.

On the next day, day three of being snowed in, things were about the same as on the previous days. With one minor difference. Tension was building up between the four lumberjacks.

We weren’t used to sit around for more than two days, our bodies needed to move, but besides running up and down the stairs and annoying the other while doing so, or doing some push ups, there wasn’t that much more exercising you could do when you are stuck inside a cabin that got deeper and deeper beneath the snow that still was falling from the sky.

There were no board games on that evening, everyone wanted to be for themselves. Everyone except the greenhorn, he still actively tried to brighten the mood by talking with us, and while doing so, he clearly was showing off his ass. He was up to something. What exactly it was, that is something I would figure out the next morning.

On day four I once more was the first one up. Or I wondered that I was, because when heading downstairs, there was already a fire burning in the central stove and someone had already brewed some fresh coffee. I took a cup before I went into the bathroom to get my morning shower.

And there he was, the greenhorn. Standing in front of the sink. Wearing some fine lingerie. Showing off his damn hot curves. Waiting for someone to run into him. So when he saw me coming inside, a smile appeared on his face. Then he turned around.

He looked beautiful. I initially wanted to leave, but horny me kept me in the bathroom. Horny me made me close the door behind me. And horny me wanted to jump on him, to bend him over and fuck the shit out of his beautiful smooth body.

I kept on checking him out in the relatively dim light that was spend by the oil fueled lamps standing in the bathroom. I constantly was licking my lips, and when I saw the caged dick between his legs – his panties did a very bad job in covering his chastity cage – I realized what our greenhorn actually was. I figured out his damn hot secret: “So you are not gay or bisexual, you are one of those damn hot sissies, aren’t you?”

The smile on his face got bigger: “Yes, I am. And I see, the bulge, the tent between your legs, you like my kind, don’t you?”

Now a massive smile appeared on my face. I had no issue with admitting the obvious: “Yes, I do. Nothing better than a sissy cum dump.”

A few moments later he was on his knees in front of me. He had pulled down my boxers and he had set my boner free. Now his lips were wrapped around my glans while his hands were squeezing my balls. It felt great. It didn’t took long and I was moaning out loud.

Then he took me down his throat. It felt much much better than having only the tip of my hard one in his mouth. And he put some effort in his doing. He even shed a few tears of joys when I before my dick was in his mouth balls deep.

My mind was melting away. It felt better and better every time my dick went in and out of his mouth and throat. Him squeezing my filled balls from time to time, it just enhanced my pleasure. And with time my inner horny animal took control over my doing.

My hands grabbed his head, then I pushed him on my cock and pulled him back. His caged limp dick began to spit out some filthy juices. When I pulled out, to give a break to breath, he even asked me to fuck him harder. Those damn hot sissies.

So I just let go. I used his mouth and his throat for my pleasure. I enjoyed every second of it, but I wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted to fuck him. So I eventually pulled my hard one out of his mouth, I made him stand up and bending over the sink.

While doing so he handed me some lube. He came prepared, he must have brought it with him into the camp and he for sure had brought it with him downstairs from his room in the morning. I lubed up my hard one, then I poured plenty of it on his asshole.

Then I went in position behind him. My glans pressed against his needy fuck hole while my hands were holding on to his waist. Then my dick went up his ass. He was moaning out like a woman when I went inside. His hole was well trained, I had no troubles penetrating him. And his dirty hole wrapping itself around my boner, it felt nothing but good.

I went in gentle, but I went in balls deep. Then I gave him a few gentle thrusts to give him some time to get used to the sensation of getting it up his ass. Then I just let go. I let my inner horny animal out again.

I fucked him hard, I fucked him deep, I fucked him with a faster pace. I gave everything I had, and every thrust I gave him felt better than the previous ones. Our moaning was filling the bathroom, more likely the whole cabin, while our eyes were running in circles and our brains were turning off.

All that mattered for us was the sensation of my dick going in and out of his asshole. I fucked myself, I fucked the two of us towards an orgasm while his caged limp pre cum spitting dick was bouncing back and forth.

My balls were already aching when I realized that I was close to on orgasm. Really close, just four, maybe five thrusts were laying ahead of me. Luckily he was close too. He was holding on to the sink, his hands tried to crush the sink.

Then one last hard and deep thrust. All the previously built up tension unloaded itself. I dumped a massive load up his ass while his balls unloaded themselves through his caged limp, tiny and totally useless dick. His legs were shaking, so were mine.

We were gone for some time. We both were off in orgasm wonderland. When we were back, we both were regaining our breaths while my meanwhile half hard dick slipped out of his needy fuck hole. Then we looked at each other. We both had a more than satisfied expression on our faces.

Then we took a shower. Together. Cleaning each others bodies. Washing his ass off my dick. And doing some talking. About him being more than happy to be my cum dump, about him being even happier if he would be the cum dump for the four of us and about me calling him a she from now on. Just because she preferred it that way.

I had no issue with it all. And the fact that he had interest in relieving all the four of us, it made it much much easier for me, because I didn’t had to keep a secret from my coworkers, from my friends.

The greenhorn was the first one to leave the bathroom. When I left the bathroom she wasn’t to be seen anywhere. She probably went upstairs in her room, doing whatever a person does alone in their room.

After leaving the bathroom I got myself another cup of coffee. Once more all I had on my body was the towel around my waist. And in about the moment I had gotten myself a fresh cup of burned bean juice my coworker, number two, came downstairs.

He wasn’t really awake yet, but after his first sip of coffee, life came into his body and he asked me a simple question: “Was I dreaming or have I heard a woman moaning out loud not too long ago?”

A smile appeared on my face: “No, you were not dreaming. Our greenhorn, he has a secret. He is one of those damn hot sissy cum dumps. And better call him a she from now on.”

The expression on number twos face told me everything. He was planning on using our cum dump – not without asking her beforehand, because that is how you do things like that – to empty his balls, to relieve some tension, to cure horny.

NSFW: yes