"Brrr! It's colder than a frog's tit out there".
Colin Donnelly slammed the door shut and rushed to the fireplace. He lifted his coat and smiled as the coal fire warmed his rump.
"It's a hard frost", commented Sid Knight who sat at a desk playing Patience with a well-worn pack of cards.
The year was 1946. Colin was a fresh-faced 21. Sid was ten years his senior and a veteran of the Desert campaign. They worked the night shift at a small railway station in a former colony of Great Britain.
The bell on the tablet machine clanged. Sid looked at the clock on the wall.
"603's on time", he observed. "Stop hogging all the fire".
Colin moved to a chair next to the older man.
"Sid, you know that money".
"What about it?"
"Can you give me more time to pay you back ?"
Sid sighed. "It's not my fault you're a lousy poker player. We get paid on Friday. Take it out of your wages".
"But I give Mum my pay packet". Colin's mother was a widow who depended on her son's earnings to make ends meet.
Sid tapped a pencil on the table. "There might be another way ... "
"Anything", said Colin.
The older man held up his hand. "Hear me out". He shuffled the cards while Colin waited anxiously.
"Mrs Knight's away visiting her brother. If I don't drain my balls soon they'll turn blue". He turned to face his young colleague. "Help me out and your debt will be paid in full".
Colin gulped. "Now wait a minute ! I'm no queer".
"No need for name calling. How do you think we survived all those months in the desert ?"
Disconcertedly, Sid's mind flashed back to the desert town of Alexandria, the horror of battle and the comfort he'd sought with a manly young soldier, every chance he got. Unbidden, the image of the soldier's lifeless body, the victim of a sniper, flashed before his eyes. Sid was sure that memory would haunt him for the rest of his life.
"Wh-what would I have to do ?"
"Let me up your arse", Sid replied, matter-of-factly.
Colin felt his cock dwindle in his trousers at the thought of it.
"I don't know ... "
The cards were shuffled again. Then the mournful whistle of a steam locomotive filled the air. Both men sprang up.
"There's 603 at the crossing", said Sid. "After we've let her through there will be a couple of hours before the next one. If you're willing, we'll do it then".
The two railway employees went out into the cold night. Colin pulled the heavy lever which changed the signal light from Red to Green. Sid loaded the tablet into the exchanger. A few minutes later the long goods train thundered through the station. The locomotive picked up the tablet which allowed it to travel on the next few miles of the line. The tablet from the last stretch was returned to the exchanger with such force that, had it malfunctioned, it would have taken Sid's head clean off.
The older man rushed back to the warmth of the station. Colin went to the outside toilet and sat on the hard, wooden seat, pants around his ankles. He tried to think but it was so cold out there he quickly got dressed and went to the warm office where Sid was waiting.
"Well ?"
"I'll do it. Stick my bum out. Nothing else".
"OK".
Sid put a couple of coats on the table.
"Lean on there".
Colin slowly undid his braces. His trousers fell to the floor. Underpants, well darned by his mother, followed. He rested his forearms on the table.
Sid shucked off his own clothes before lifting Colin's shirt-tails clear. The sight of the younger man's flawless alabaster orbs stiffened Sid's cock until it slapped against his belly. Colin shuffled until his legs were wide apart, opening his hairless crack and revealing its pink puckered hole.
Sid pulled back his foreskin and spat on the end of his cock. He pushed his fleshy member into Colin's virgin man-twat. The sphincter provided resistence but Sid used his cock like a battering ram until the head was inside Colin's tight, hot chute. He paused to allow the younger man to get used to the strange feeling before inching his way right in until his balls slapped against firm, taut bum-cheeks.
'He certainly knows how to work his way up' thought Colin once his well-stretched sphincter had stopped protesting about the fleshy invader. He felt Sid's warm breath on the fine hairs of his neck. He could feel his colleague's swollen member pulsate inside his chute, touching the love gland. He felt his own cock stiffen in response to the powerful erotic sensations he was feeling. He quickly wrapped a hand around his dick.
Sid marvelled at the strong muscles swirling around his cock, causing a multitude of pleasurable feelings. Slowly he pulled back until he was almost out of Colin. He spat on the shaft for lubrication before plunging back into that warm, moist tunnel.
It all but knocked the breath out of Colin. Again and again Sid's cock slammed like a piston-rod into the younger man's tight orifice. Colin felt his own erection dwindle and disappear under the increasingly determined onslaught. He gripped the end of the table with both hands.
Sid grunted as he straddled that slight body. There was a heady mix of strong body odours. (In 1946 working men did not mask their smell with scents and most only bathed once a week under protest).
Although Colin was no longer aroused, he was totally absorbed by the rutting. He had never been so intimately involved with another person before. He thought of Sid, the war hero, as the older brother he'd never had. If only Sid wasn't quite so big !
After a particularily forceful thrust, Sid felt his cock explode with a technicolor rainbow of an orgasm which lasted a minute or more. His seed coated the walls of Colin's rectum.
Afterwards, the older man cleaned them both up and they got dressed in silence. Sid shuffled the pack of cards.
"Want to play poker ?"
"Only if you let me l-o-s-e", replied Colin with a meaningful grin.
The next night after 603 had roared through the station, Colin asked Sid if he wanted up his bum again.
"Aren't you worried I'll knock you up ?" joked the former soldier.
Colin smiled at the idea of carrying Sid's baby.
"Twins run in my family".
"Strewth !"
Sid felt a great surge of affection for the young man.
"Tell me Colin, what fires your cannon ?"
"Huh ?"
"At night, in bed, when you wrap your fist around your dick what do you think about ?"
Colin's face flushed brick-red.
"It can't be THAT bad ?"
After the younger man had finally blurted it all out, Sid made a mental vow to visit Colin's old headmaster and shove a cane down the sadistic bastard's throat.
"You won't want to bum me now", said Colin sadly.
In response Sid placed two coats on the floor in front of the fire.
"Strip buck naked and lie down there. On your back".
Once Sid was undressed as well he joined his colleague. Gently he pushed Colin's legs right back over his head. Then he stuck his tongue into his friend's pink anus and bathed it in saliva. Colin, who had never imagined such a thing, moaned at the sexual pleasuring. Sid pushed his fat cock into Colin's anus. Once he was fully inside Sid leaned over and kissed Colin on the forehead. Down below Sid's swollen member prodded Colin's love gland, causing his cock to slap hard against his belly.
Sid made infinitely tender love to his colleague. After many minutes had passed Colin's cock erupted, depositing a load onto his stomach. His sphincter tightened around Sid's flesh-pole, the spasms of orgasm causing the older man's own cock to fire, shooting load after load of spunk deep into Colin's bowels.
Satiated, the men lay together in front of the fire until the tablet machine clanged the imminent arrival of the next train.
Night shift was never the same after that.