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The bar was dark and dense, the air hung heavy with smoke and the feeble lights did little to illuminate the tired workers. It was the mine bar, where every tired and dirty soul came to drink away the dark and the dust, to try desperately to escape their wretched life. Smith sat quietly in a corner contemplating his beer, he had stared at it for so long that the head had gone. Around him desperate laughter filled the air, but tonight Smith could not even try to pretend, he was worried.
He had finished his shift later than usual, due to a heavy seam, and he hadn't got to the showers until eight. The long communal showers echoed to sound of his naked feet slapping across the tiles, he made his way to the far end where a billow of steam indicated human life. At the end of the bigger shifts the shower could hold up to hundred dirty miners, shoulder to shoulder in the steam scrubbing each one and anthers backs, trying to laugh. Tonight there was just him and whoever was buried in the steam. He could make out two shapes moving but he had no idea who it could be, his ears could make out a grunting he laughed, and wondered what they were doing.
The steam parted and he stopped stunned. Before him he could see two big muscular miners fucking the life out of each other, one who looked like Burl, was bent over at right-angles whilst Jones slammed harshly into him from behind. Burl was moaning like a cheap whore, he watched fascinated as Jones huge dick slammed into Burls tight arse. Burl was reaching behind himself and pulling his cheeks apart allowing Jones deeper access. I was turning to go repulsed yet fascinated, when the prostrate Burl looked round and saw me.
'Fuck. Smith.'
Jone's head shot round and fixed on me an icy stare that drew me to him.
'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I'm just going.'
Jones slowly pulled out of Burl, who sighed, and marched over to me, with his erection covered in juices glistening before him. He stood a foot from me and looked down at me. His body was huge and muscular traces of coal dust spread down his ripped stomach, and a sheen of sweat covered his pecs.
'You like what you see?'
'Uh no, no.' I protested wildly.
'Then what's that for?' Jones was pointed at my semi-hard dick, which grew harder under his stare.
Flustered I turned smartly round and walked at speed out of the shower.
'Cute arse.' Jones called mockingly.
My last glimpse was of Jones once again piling into Burl's butt, as Burl moaned and writhed stroking his diamond-cutting hard on, before the steam closed around the rutting couple and hid them once more. I sat dazed in the changing room amidst the sweaty towels and discarded underwear and thoughtlessly stroked my now fully hard dick. I looked at the grimy mirror in front of him and took in my reflection. I was a good looking man beneath the coal dust, with a chiselled jaw and an army hair cut. Like all the other miners I was big, beefy and muscular from years of hard labour. Closing my eyes I slowly worked my hand along the considerable length of my hard shaft. I thought of the barmaid at the bar, bent over a barrel, whilst I fucked her in the arse hard. My pace quickened and my breath became ragged. Flashes of Jones fucking Burl leapt into his mind, and I didn't try to dispel them. The image of their sweaty bodies wreathed in steam moving together with that look of sheer bliss on Burl's face was intoxicating. Shuddering I felt myself cum feeling pulse after pulse of warm juice splash over my body. I relaxed and sat there with cum sliding down my hard stomach, feeling my dick twitch and throb. What was I doing? I'm not gay, I looked down at my cum splattered body in disgust. Yet still I placed my hand against my hard body and smeared the warm cum over my skin, revelling in the feel of it against my body. I could feel my dick stirring again so I decided to wash off with a shower and hopefully take in some of the action that I had seen earlier. I again walked down the long shower room to a just by the steam-covered lovers, my dick twitched at the sounds I head. I could hear Burl calling 'Fuck me! Fuck me!' They could see me showering by them but they didn't care, and neither did I. I slowly soaped myself all over, revelling in the soapy lubricant. I took great care in soapy my rock hard dick, getting a kick out of Burl and Jones hungrily eyeing me as I wanked. I turned my backside to them to give them a better view, and after applying copious soap I inserting one of my thick fingers into my arse, I could hear Burl moan in appreciation. I wiggled my finger gently enjoying the sensation and feeling my dick spasm in response. I pulled my finger out gently and applied it to my hard nipples instead. I could my self about to come again, so I turned round for the crowd, The sight of those tow beefy man locked in an anal embrace was too much for me and I blew my load over Jones arse. He shuddered and spasmed into Burl dumping his load deep into his hot arse. I felt strange after I had come, almost guilty, so I quickly left. Burl called after me, 'Awh stay man we can have some more fun!' I said nothing and just hurried away. But turning just before I left I saw Jones kneel down behind Burl sucking his own cum out of his hot arse. It was too much for me and I could feel my dick start to twitch again. What had I just done? I stared at myself in the mirror in the bathroom and ran a hand over my wet skin. Some guys burst in chatting about their shift and quickly got addressed. The sight of all those sweaty miners bending over and getting naked was too much for me. So I decided to go get a beer, to sort my head out, and work out what was going on.
I sat in the bar and watched my beer go flat. Around me were the drunk and sweaty men I called 'friends' but tonight I could talk to none of them. Instead I found myself wondering what it would be like to be fucked by them, to be bent over in the shower and to feel their dicks up my arse. I was ashamed at my thoughts, I couldn't account for them. How could witnessing what I had in the showers have such and effect on me? I felt as if someone had turned on a tap in my head and I couldn't stop it. Again and again the picture of Burl bent over with that smile on his face spreading his cheeks filled my mind. I could feel myself getting hard, right there in the bar! I started picking out men, the biggest and stockiest imagining them fucking me up against a wall, pressing in to me, sucking their cum out of my arse. Making me moan like Burl. Screwing me for all their worth. Cuming up my arse again and again.
I downed my pint feeling ashamed. I walked through the heaving mass of miners towards the toilet thoughts running through my head. I stood at the urinal trying to keep my eyes to myself. I slowly unzipped my jeans, and to my shame felt my fully erect penis spring out. The two miners either side didn't seem to notice, and by their swaying I didn't think they could. Thrilled at the idea I started to stroke my semi hard dick between the burly miners as they pissed. The smell of the toilets invigorated me and this coupled with the knowledge of the dicks being held on either side of me turned me on even more. I decided to sneak a peek. To my left was a man shorter than I, but built like a brick shit house.
He had short dark hair, and was wearing a torn white T-shirt, and faded blue jeans. I noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear and I could see his thick black pubic hair. His penis was gloriously big and thick. I was mesmerised by the fingers holding it, wishing they were mine. I started to speed up on my dick, and noticed he started to stroke his too. Slowly and gently moving his thick fingers over his bulbous bell end. I looked up to find him staring at my dick, I felt my penis grow larger at the knowledge. We locked eye contact for a second, then he tucked his dick away zipped up and walked out. His jeans clung to pert buttocks that I longed to kiss. A new miner stood in place next to me, I hastily forced my bulging penis into my jeans, and zipped up. Realising I had a boner the size of the Eiffel Tower I walked over to a cubicle to sort myself out.
I went to cubicle locked the door behind me. I pulled my top off over my head, and dropped my jeans to my knees. I slid my Calvin's to the floor, And stood there naked in the cubicle. I quickly grabbed my dick and started to beat it, with visions of a sweaty Jones bending me over a bench and pounding the life out of my hole. I bent over slightly and licking my finger I slid in up between my firm buttocks into my arse. I moaned slightly trying to stifle my pleasure, but at the whim of my sins. I started to beat ferociously, the sensation of my finger up my arse was incredible, I let out a loud sigh and heard the toilet grow quiet. The idea of men hearing me spurred me on even more. And I felt myself begin to convulse. I imagined my finger was Jone's dick. Moaning I came like a soldier, spraying the toilet with my juice. I jammed another finger up my arse and was rewarded by another jet of cum. Gradually I slowed down my pace and let myself relax, I pulled my finger out of my arse and brought it to my dripping dick. I caught of globule of cum and brought the finger to my lips. It tasted sweet, I could taste the sweat of my arse and the sweetness of my own cum. I quickly cleaned my self off, and pulled my clothes back on. Just as I was bout to leave I noticed a crack in the cubicle wall, and behind that crack was a greedy eye! Savouring everything I had performed. I smiled at the eye and a mouth replaced the eye. I pushed my finger through the hole and let the mouth taste my own cum and arse. In reward I heard a low moan come over the wall The mouth sucked hard on my finger swirling the tongue around it. The mouth was suddenly gone, replaced my something else, I explored with my wet finger. I could feel hairs and warmth, I shuddered when I realised a miner guy was offering me his arse to finger, and gingerly I pushed my finger into his puckered hole. I heard a sigh a felt the unmistakable vibrations of a wank. I pushed hard and the arse pushed hard back. I shoved in as deep as I could wiggling and twisting my finger. I heard a grunt and a mild splat. I pulled my finger out and lifted it to my lips, it tasted good and I wanted more. As if in answer to my prayers a small piece of paper was passed through the crack it simply said 'The showers tomorrow 9'. I grinned in apprehension and left the cubicle with a bounce in my step. I didn't know why I was doing all this 'fag' shit, but boy was it fun.