Then I said "I want to blow you, Dave."

He answered, "I want to blow you, too, Jimmy. Why don't we make it sixty-nine ?"

"Well, OK," I replied," but, since you're a lot heavier than I am, do you mind if I'm on top ?"

"We could just lie side-by-side. That'd solve that problem."

I turned around in the bed and, wrapping my lips over my teeth, went down on my Uncle Dave . In a moment, he'd done the same and we began stimulating the heads of each other's dicks with our tongues.

Somehow, it felt different, and it took me a moment to figure out why. Of course, our dicks were upside-down, so the frenum was on the top instead of the bottom of the head. Some people say that they don't like it as well that way. I can't see why. To me, the change was new and exciting.

Just then, all of the lights went out in the camp and came on again a few seconds later. I was going to ask Dave what had happened, but it's not polite to talk with your mouth full. I had about half of Dave's big whang in mouth, all I could handle.

Dave was deep-throating all of my 5-incher.

I could feel Dave's dick getting thicker, hotter, and stiffer in my mouth and I suspected that he'd be ready fo cum in a moment. I wasn't there yet, so I relaxed my mouth and stopped sucking until I started to feel signs that my own orgasm was approaching. It's hard to describe, but, you know that funny feeling in your balls just before you blow your wad ?

Right away, I started sucking hard and moving my head back and forth along Dave's hot stiff shaft. All of a sudden, his love volcano erupted in my mouth. As I started sucking out and swallowing his thick lumpy cum, my balls clenched and I shot jet after jet of steamy boycum into his throat and onto his tongue. It was a terrific orgasm and it seemed to go on and on for a long time. I think I spurted six times, though I wasn't really counting.

After we both got out rocks off, I scooted around and we kissed each other. We could each taste our own cum in the other's mouth. Then we laid there for a while and cuddled and caressed each other. Finally I asked him, "What happened to the lights, Dave ?"

"Well, this isn't public power, y'know. I have my own generating plant up on Chambers Lake. In the Fall, the screen on the intake to the aqueduct gets plastered with leaves drawn onto it by the suction. When the generator voltage drops below 4400, a relay in the substation here at the lodge shuts off the connection to the power plant and another relay is supposed to switch the lights to 120 volts DC from batteries. That relay sticks. I think it needs to be demagnetized."

"Hey, wow ! Can I see your generating plant ?" I asked, jumping up and down in bed.

"Sure. In fact, I may have you spend the day up there tomorrow riding herd on the generator and clearing the leaves from the intake screen. Removing the leaves is semi-automatic ; it has to be activated from the power house, AFTER opening the main switch. I'll explain why, tomorrow.

I'd stay up there myself, but I have new men coming tomorrow, and I'll need to show them the ropes."

"Who are they ?"

"The new men ? new truck drivers, Val Gaitero and Paul Shea. I'm adding two more trucks to haul logs to Axemill."

"Are they gay, like the rest of us ?"

"Gaitero made a point of telling me that he is. He said that, if I'm homophobic, he wouldn't want to work for me. I told him he had nothing to worry about. Shea didn't bring the matter up. I haven't seen them, just talked to them on the phone.

Funny thing, Shea's an Irish name, but I'd swear he has a slight German accent."

Dave and I enjoy sharing a bed for sex, but both of us prefer to sleep alone. So, after sex, I returned to my own room. I got up when I heard the breakfast bell. Since I don't have to shave yet, it doesn't take me long to get ready to go to breakfast. It was pancakes with Canadian bacon and scrambled eggs.

Right after breakfast, a motorcycle pulled up in front of the lodge. The driver identified himself as Paul Shea. I noticed the German accent, too. There was something I didn't like or trust about the man. Maybe it was the way he looked at me. He knew how to drive a logging truck, though, and Dave signed him on and sent him down to the Axemill pulp mill with a load of logs.

The loggers were about to pile into a pickup truck to go to work when Matt Purvis pulled up in his rental jeep and let out a passenger, a handsome black-haired man of about 28 . "Hi, I'm Val Gaitero." he said. Bruce Wallace, who was standing next to me stared at the newcomer for a moment and then stammered "D-D-D- DALE !"

"Oh my Gawd" said the young man, "Bruce". In a second, they were in each other's arms, hugging and kissing each other.

"Where've ya been all this time, Dale ?" asked Bruce.

Dale sighed and said "In prison."

"Oh God," said Bruce, "I'm sorry."

"Not half as sorry as I am" replied Dale. "Seven years of my life down the drain."

"And, what's this 'Val Gaitero' shit ?"

"What's a Val, like in Val d'Obermann or Val d'Arosa ?" asked Dale

"A valley"

"Yeah, and a valley's a dale. Gaitero is Spanish for bagpiper. So 'Val Gaitero' is Dale Piper."

"You and your puns and word games" said Bruce affectionately. They hugged each other again and this time groped each other unconscious of who might be watching. Dale pulled his hand away from Bruce's crotch as if he'd beeen burned. "What the fuck ?"

"That's what dad did to me after he caught us."

"Holy shit. Aw, Bruce."

"It's OK. I take hormone shots."

"I really do hate to break up this reunion." said Dave, "but you'll have plenty of time to get re-acquainted after supper."

Bruce got into the pickup truck to head to the work area. Dave turned to Dale and asked "So, what do you want to be called , Dale or Val ?"

"Oh, Dale; it's my real name, after all.

"OK, Dale. You're hired. We'll discuss the details after I get back from the power house. I'm expecting delivery of another truck this morning, the one you'll be driving. Somebody has to be here to take delivery. In case it is delivered while I'm up at the power house, I'll give you a note saying that you can sign for it."

Dave went into the office and came out a minute later with a note for Dale. "I'll be back in about an hour. Come on, Jimmy." I got into the jeep with him. I'm crazy about electrical equipment, so I was thrilled to visit a real "live" hydroelectric generating plant. You don't see many of them in the suburbs of Philadelphia.

Size-wise, it was a little disappointing. We stopped at a small steel building, about 10 X 12 feet, with a sign saying "Wilson Hydroelectric Company, Chambers Lake Plant." (as if there were others !). The 60 hz hum of AC power (even though it wasn't going anywhere at present) was encouraging, though.

A 10" steel pipe entered the building through the north wall , the aqueduct from Chambers Lake, and a 14" pipe exited through the south wall, the discharge pipe which fed into a nearby stream. I'd expected a turbine, but inside, there was a toroidal [shaped like a tire or a doughnut] machine attached to the generator. "What's that thing ?" I asked Dave, pointing to it.

"That's a Pelton wheel, a high-speed water wheel with cup-shaped paddles. It uses a high-pressure water jet regulated by a needle valve. The needle valve is adjusted by a flyball governor which is supposed to keep the speed of the wheel constant.

Because of the inertia of the balls, though, it responds too slowly to surges. That's why you have to shut off the power when clearing the intake screen. The sudden surge of water could cause a voltage spike as high as 5400, which would blow every light bulb in the camp."

A plate on the generator said " 4800 VAC, 25,000 VA, 60 hz 3-phase, delta configuration." "Why 3-phase ?", I asked.

"Mainly because I got a good deal on that generator" said Dave with a laugh. "Actually, the big 2 hp. motor in the machine shop is 3-phase."

"And, what's this ?" I asked, indicating what looked like a smaller generator connected to a transformer.

"That's a rotary converter, 120 VAC to 120 VDC. The lights in here run on DC off ten 12-volt batteries. The rotary converter charges them. It's more efficient than a rectifier.

What I'd like you to do today is watch the voltmeter on the board over there and, if the voltage drops below 4400 VAC, open the main switch, that's the lever on the side of the big grey box in the middle and turn on the rotary scraper on the penstock screen with the switch to the right.

That switch is spring-loaded. You have to hold it down for about 15 seconds.

Watch the voltmeter. You'll see the voltage suddenly rise to over 5000 volts. When it drops back to 4800, close the main switch. You may have to do that several times today. Check the voltmeter about once an hour.

I used to row out on Chambers Lake and sweep off the intake screen on the penstock with a push broom. It's one foot below the lowest known level of the lake surface. Naturally, I fell in several times. Finally, I decided that there must be a better way to do that, so I installed a rotary scraper driven by a sealed 120VDC motor from here.

It's only in the Fall that leaves fall onto the lake surface, get waterlogged and are sucked onto the intake screen. Most of the year, this job doesn't have to be done and nobody needs to stay in the power house during the day. I usually switch to DC down at the substation at night.

You'll notice that this power house is built like a fort. There's a heavy-duty deadbolt lock on the door and 3 barrel bolts to secure it further. Also, there're steel shutters inside the windows with steel bars to put through eyebolts to hold them closed, two bars per window.

So, what am I afraid of, and, if it's that dangerous, why am I leaving you up here ?

It's mainly to keep bears out. They're no great problem during the day in the early Fall. There is a remote chance that this road could be used by fugitives or smugglers

as a way into Canada. The northern end of the road is on the Canadian border and it's gated but not guarded. However, I think they'd probably avoid this power house. If I really thought there was any danger, I wouldn't leave you here for a minute.

The phone on the wall there is connected to the lodge. The ring for routine calls is one short ring, 3 or 4 turns of the magneto crank. The emergency ring is three long rings, about 7 turns, pause, 7 turns, pause, 7 turns. If you hear that, answer immediately. If I hear it, I'll ask what's up and, if needed, I'll get up here as fast as I can.

There's not much to do up here. There's a sink in the corner with a cold-water faucet and there's a chemical toilet in the other corner over there. There're a few magazines in the desk. The lower right drawer of the desk is full of gay porn which you are not allowed to look at until you're eighteen years old. Remember that."

"Oh yeah, I'll remember that, Uncle Dave, Scout's honor." I said, crossing my heart. Of course, I was never a Boy Scout and, while I was crossing my heart with my right hand, I had my fingers crossed on my left hand.

As soon as I heard Dave drive away, I dived into that desk drawer. I planned to browse through one of the magazines while enjoying a long slow whack-off session.

It didn't quite work out that way.

I opened the first magazine I pulled out at random in the middle. WOW ! There was a picture of three real good-looking young guys in their early 20's. One of them was getting buttfucked by one of the other two and blowing the other. He had a humongous boner and was cumming even though nobody was touching his dick.

I gaped at that picture and immediately creamed my jeans. Oh shit ! Now I'd have sticky briefs all day and a cum stain on my jeans that Dave could hardly fail to notice. Of course, he didn't actually tell me NOT to look at the porn. Or did he ?

Anyhow, he'd be sure to notice that I had .

The day passed very slowly. I had a sandwich with me for lunch and there was an old, hard 3 Musketeers bar in the desk drawer. After about an hour and a half, I noticed that I could actually see the flyball governor slowing down on the Pelton wheel. Sure enough, the voltmeter read about 4300. I shut off the power and held down the penstock scraper switch for around 15 seconds. The voltage jumped up to 5200 . When it settled down to 4800, I threw the master switch to ON again.

At noon, I ate the sandwich and exercised my jaws trying to chew that old 3 Musketeers bar. I decided I needed a glass of water and went over to the sink to get

it. There must have been air in the pipe or something because, when I opened the faucet, nothing came out. All of a sudden, there was a great rush of water which splashed out of the sink and all over me. Well, that solved the cum stain problem. My pants were soaked.

I took them and my briefs off and hung them on the back of the chair to dry. So, I spent most of the afternoon bare-assed. I took advantage of the situation to fool with my dick while browsing through the gay porn. Man, that stuff was DYNAMITE . I jacked off into the chemical toilet around 4:00 o'clock. By then my pants and briefs were dry and I put them back on and put away the porn.

I had just finished cleaning the penstock screen for the third time when the phone rang: three long rings ! Uh oh. I picked up the receiver and said "Wilson Hydroelectric, James Palmer speaking ."

Dave sounded very upset and excited. "Jimmy, listen carefully and act quickly. Be sure the deadbolt lock on the door is locked. The slide all three barrel bolts to the left and turn the knobs down. Close all the steel shutters. Secure each one with both steel bars put through the ringbolts. Talk to me as soon as that's done. Quick now, Jimmy. Your life is at stake !"

Of course, both of my hands immediately grew ten thumbs. I fumbled with the barrel bolts; I fumbled with the steel rods. They just did NOT want to go through both ringbolts. Finally, I got everything barred and bolted.

"OK, Dave, what's up ?"

"Take down the shotgun over the fireplace. Check to be sure it's loaded. There should be two #00 buckshot shells in it. That's probably all you'd have time to use, but there're more in the center drawer of the desk. The front trigger fires the right barrel; the rear trigger fires both. You have to cock the hammers first. Pull them back as far as they'll go. The intermediate position is half-cock. It's a safety.

I sent 'Paul Shea' up to bring you down here, not knowing who he is. Dale knew him from prison in California. He's really Pavel Schreck, an escaped serial killer who preys on teenaged boys. No matter what he says, DON'T LET HIM IN ! Dale and Bruce and I are on our way, but, even though the jeep is faster than a logging truck, he's got a head start.

If he breaks the door down, don't hesitate. SHOOT HIM ! Don't aim; just give him both barrels. You can't miss at that range. Sixteen .32" lead balls would stop a rhinoceros ."

I got the shotgun down, flipped the lever behind the breech to the left, dropped the barrels and checked that there were two shells in it. I got two extra shells from the desk and put them in my pocket. Finally, I pulled both hammers back until they clicked twice.

Well, I didn't have long to wait. I had just sat down behind the desk when I heard the big diesel engine of a logging truck coming up the road. It stopped and a moment later there was a knock on the door. "Jimmy ?" said an unfamiliar voice. "Dis is Paul Shea. Your uncle vants me to bring you down to the lodge. "

"Sorry, Mr. Schreck, I've already heard from him. I know what you're up to."

"Zo, you know who I am. Zat is unfortunate. It means zat I'll have to kill you."

"You mean to anyway, but I warn you. I'm armed."

"Zo am I." With that, he began putting his shoulder to the door, to the left side where the hinges were, not to the right which was locked and bolted. By the third time he hit the door, I could see that the screws holding the hinges were starting to loosen. If Dave and the guys didn't get here damn soon, he'd break in.

On the fifth impact, the screws gave way and the door moved in about a foot. Pavel Schreck, holding a snub-nosed .38 revolver , pushed his body into the gap and swung his pistol toward me. I squeezed the rear trigger. I hadn't anticipated the recoil which knocked me over onto my ass on the floor.

I scooted into the kneehole under the desk and, hearing no sound from the doorway, I quickly took a peek over the top of the desk. What I saw made my stomach churn. I got up, ran to the sink, and puked. Jammed between the door and the frame was a headless corpse, the right hand still holding a pistol. The charge must have hit him in the neck.

Then, the enormity of what I had just done overwhelmed me. I had killed a man. I sat behind the desk shaking and sobbing. I heard the jeep coming up the road. A moment later, Dave called out to me "Jimmy, are you alright ?"

" I..I guess so" I answered in a shaky voice. Somebody pulled the headless corpse out of the doorway. Dave pushed his way in , saw me standing there shaking, and took me in his arms. Dave hugged me and kissed me and I felt much better. We went outside.

"The Sheriff's on his way. I called him on the way up here. "

"Is he coming to arrest me ?" I asked wretchedly.

"What ?" asked Dave with a puzzled expression.

"I killed a man. I'm a killer."

"Aw, Jimmy. Nobody's going to arrest you. You killed him in self-defense. He was about to kill you. Nobody's going to arrest you for that. This is rural Maine, not New Jersey or New York or Massachusetts."

"Or California" added Dale bitterly.

"It isn't as if you could have talked that maniac out of trying to kill you, and there was no place to hide in that 10 X 12 room. You did the only thing you could. Did you warn him that you were armed ?"

"Yes, sir, I did and he said 'So am I.' He said he'd have to kill me since I knew who he was."

"Jimmy, you acted courageously and resolutely. Your folks sent you up here to be made a man. Well, you've had your 'baptism by fire' and I'd say you've graduated."

"Is that what it takes, Dave, to kill a man ? Did you ever kill a man, Dave ?"

"No, Jimmy. I've never had to. I'm sure I'd be as upset about doing it as you are. But, nobody's going to arrest you, Jimmy." Just then Dave's cell phone rang. The call seemed to upset him. All I heard was "Yes, I'm David Wilson. Oh, oh my....Look, give me your number. I'll have to call you back. We have an emergency situation here. Yes, OK, then, in about an hour."

"But this spoils everything, Dave. Mom and dad are bound to find out about it, and when they do, they'll yank me back to Pennsylvania and probably send me to a military school or something. "

"No, Jimmy, that won't happen." said Dave in a tone so sad that I couldn't understand why.

"What's wrong, Dave ?"

"That phone call I just had.......it was from your mother's lawyer in Philadelphia......Jimmy,.......Your parents.........."

"WHAT IS IT, DAVE ?"

"Your parents were killed in an automobile accident this morning."

"MOM !" I screamed and then just broke down, sobbing my heart out. Dave held me tightly and then quietly said. "I really do know how you feel, Jimmy, she was my sister, too, y'know and I loved her dearly."

"Oh, God, what an awful day. First I'm a killer and now I'm an orphan." Just then, of course, the Sheriff pulled up in a Jeep Cherokee full of deputies with nothing to do. Dave took him aside and talked to him, explaining everything that had happened.

When the Sheriff came over to me, I put my hands out. He gave me a sad smile. "I'm not going to put any handcuffs on you, Jimmy. As far as I'm concerned, you haven't committed any crime. You'll have to answer questions at an inquest, but that's just a fact-finding procedure, not a trial."

Dave pointed out that "He'll have to go to his parents' funeral in Pennsylvania next week."

"I don't know if he can leave the state until after the inquest ." said the Sheriff with a worried look.

"Couldn't he if he were escorted by a deputy sheriff ?"

"I guess so, but I don't have one to spare. "

" Well, you have the authority, Jake, " said Dave, deputize me."

"OK, you're a deputy sheriff."

Just then, Dave's cell phone rang. I heard him say "Dave Wilson here. Yes. Yes, that would work out very well. Yes, I'm willing to do that. Alright. Goodbye."

This time, Dave was smiling as he said "That was your mother's lawyer again. He thought that, inasmuch as you're living with me already, I should be made your legal guardian until you're 18. Your folks left everything to you and I agreed to be the executor of the will. There's easily enough for your college education. That's the silver lining to a very dark cloud. Let's go down to the lodge."

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