Watching the Miners 2 (Testing for oil)
This is male/male sex story of voyeurism, onanism and full on butt sex. Don't read it if you don't want to. But if you do and you like it write to me, at auntyjean@yahoo.com with ideas and feedback.
I hurried from the crowded bar and strode off into the cool night. The sounds of the bar faded behind me and the blue desert stretched before me. I clutched the note in my sweaty hand. I decided a cigarette and some stargazing was in order, it might help me sort my head out, if anything could. I choose a small hill that overlooked the mine and the bar and settled down with a cigarette to try and work it all out. Below me the yellow light of the bar flickered on the sand and snatches of laughter drifted up to me.
My mind played back what I had down today, I had watched Burl and Jones fuck, that was a shock in itself, but to get turned on by it, and have a fucking wank over them, now that was odd. But then to wank off at a urinal whilst some other bloke does it, that was really odd, but to then wank in a cubicle then finger some bloke it the next, well, that took the biscuit. What was I doing? Should I stop? But even replaying the events was getting me hard, I could feel my dick straining against my faded jeans. Sighing in resignation I slowly stroked my bulge through the fabric, and gently unzipped. I lay back against the cool sand and slowly wanked whilst the stars burned above and the bar laughed below.
I felt an inner peace that I had not felt in a long while, a oneness with the world, I couldn't explain and didn't really want too. All I knew was that as I wanked there on that hill all that passed through my mind was of what was going to happen tomorrow at nine. I didn't know what I wanted to happen, I wanted to be fucked, by Burl that was for sure, to be gang raped by a hundred grimy miners maybe, I didn't know but I wanted it all. I felt my self-amazed at my own thoughts, but relaxed again and started to increase my pace. Deep in revere I failed to notice footsteps on the sand behind me. Until a voice asked, 'May I join you?'
Shocked into wakefulness I jumped up, my dick pointing fiercely at the stranger.
'Hello there. And to you big friend.'
'Who?' I asked. Then realised he was talking to my fully erect penis that was pointing at him eagerly. Suddenly it sunk in where I knew this miner form, it was the bloke built like a brick shit house form the toilet. The one who had slowly wanked, whilst I did the same. He'd left before anything could get started, but here on the star lit hill, maybe we could go further.
'Would you care to sit down?'
He just laughed at my politeness, almost ridiculous in the situation. We both lay down on the sand watching the bar and the stars. I watched his warm breath form momentary ghosts in the air. He was now only wearing his jeans revealing a chest I longed to kiss and lick. He was hard and tanned covered in a fine hair, his nipples were like two fruit pastels that I longed to suck. Unconsciously I began to beat off with this muscled monster lying next to me. I heard a low laugh, and felt warmth on the end of my penis. I looked down and saw his eyes twinkling up at me as he gently kissed my bulging cock head. I practically passed out at the sensation he saw my expression and laughed.
Sitting up he coyly said, 'My names Randy, are you new to all 'this'?'
'Nrrgh.' was all I could manage a he gently squeezed my burning hard on.
'Sorry' I managed. 'Yes it's my first day, my names smith, pleased to meet you.' I held out my hand, but Randy just laughed.
'You sound like you're from some Victorian novel with all you're manners.'
I felt myself blush with the criticism, but was soon silenced as Randy brought his lips to just close to my quivering dick. I could feel his breath stimulating my dick, could feel the slow ooze of pre- cum. I wanted to yell at him to make him suck it all in, but he was waiting teasing, and as I was learning this was all part of the fun.
He sat up at looked at me.
'I'm sorry smith I have a confwession.'
I looked at him puzzled.
"I'm drunk, and I don't normally do this.'
It was then I took in his swaying and his slurred words.
'Well I'm no expert.' But a dull thump signified the monetary departure of Randy from wakeful existence. I chuckled to my self at the situation, lying here under the stars with an erection of painful preparations whilst next to me slept the man who had nearly given me great head. I looked at his chiselled chest, his pecs were enormous, and gingerly I stretched a hand out and placed it on his smooth hard stomach. I tingled at the touch. Hoping he'd stay asleep, hoping he'd wake up. I moved my hand up over the ripples of his abs, to his gloriously hard pecs, I slowly spiralled my around his pecs focusing in on his huge dark nipples. I gently squeezed his hard nipple, and before I could stop my self, leant over and placed my wet lips on his nipple and slowly sucked. I could feel my exposed penis dripping with pre cum in the cold air, and I felt I was nearly there, but I was enjoying this elicit thrill, of using a man's body whilst he slept.
I reluctantly pulled myself off his nipple, and drew my self to standing height. I stood above Randy and watched him sleep. I couldn't resist but stand astride him and wank. I wanted to see his hard and beautiful chest covered with my cum that would sparkle in the starlight. I looked down at him and beat off like a beast it wasn't long before I found myself shuddering with climax and erupted my juice onto the sleeping Randy. Slowly I squeezed the last few drops out over his glistening chest. Again I felt at peace, but as beautiful as Randy looked I could not leave him like that. So I knelt down next to him and brought my tongue to his smooth cum soaked chest. With the tip of my tongue I lapped up my spilt load, revelling in the feel of Randy's body and the taste of my own cum. I cleaned his sixpack until it shone, then worked my way up the channel between his rock hard pecs. I cleaned his pecs coming finally to rest on his firm hard nipples. Lazily I rested my mouth over his nipple and delicately sucked.
Sadly I pulled myself off Randy and lay down happily next to him. Having a final idea before sleep I gently leant over and unzipped his jeans, I was right earlier in the toilet, he wasn't wearing pants. I unzipped his jeans just enough to reveal his thick mound of pubic hair shining in the dark, and the base of his cock teasing me. But at heart I was a gentleman and I could not take advantage of the drunk soul, event though I wanted to.
So I lay next to Randy watching the stars burn and shine, and let my thoughts drift down to the bar where all the sweaty dunk miners would be. Let my mind float to the toilets where penises were being held at urinals and drunken horny souls were finding relief in the toilets. Tomorrow could only get better, and I still had my note. I smiled in the dark and lay back to sleep, whilst the muffled snoring of Randy served as a gentle percussion to the distant sound of the bar.