Watching the Miners 3 (A load bearing seam)
This story contains voyeurism and all sorts, it is mostly of male/male sex, so if you are not keen please go elsewhere.
Jumbled images, flashes of bodies writhing and moving. Low moans and the slap of flesh against flesh, the taste of sweat and other exotic flavours. Men locked together, a shower room a heaving mass of carnal pleasure, burly miner on beefy miner. The cold hand of the desert dawn slapped me hard across the face, and painfully brought me back into consciousness. The air was cold and crisp the rising sun glared at me through the icy air, blearily my eyes confused and lost stared out at the early morning desert panorama, taking in how the tufts of coarse grass had shadows that seemed to reach for miles. The lifting mechanism of the mine towered over the desert but the pink light of dawn softened it's harshness into the sublime. Sitting up form the cold sand on top of the hill I took in all that lay before me, forgetting all that had gone before. I had a hazy recollection of yesterday, but surely it was too bizarre to be true.
The evidence around backed up my suspicions that my actions yesterday were merely dreams, how I came to be on this hill probably had a lot to do with the dinghy bar below. There was no Randy laying half naked next to me, the name made me smirk, making me think of cheap porn, and seedy lighting. Had I really stood over an unconscious miner illuminated by the stars then covered him in my cum? Had I then licked it off? And what of the events in the bar, and before that in the showers, it had to be a dream pure and simple, there was no note to be found, no man, it was just another morning waking up with a hangover ready for work. Still the dreams I had had, they had turned me on, yet I knew I was straight, I could feel it in my soul the same way that I knew I was a man. Yet looking down my dick cheerfully sprang up erect out of my open flies and instinctively I reached for him, soothing and stroking him. I closed my eyes and lay back on the cold sand as the pink sun rose and diffused to a warmer orange. Desperately I tried to think of that barmaid in the mine bar, what was her name? Mandy, Randy? something. I imagined her on her knees before me, letting me fuck her face, I imagined her bent over the bar letting me fuck her, Hard. Slapping into her with an unforgiving pace. Hearing her moaning like a whore and begging for more. I imagined myself in her place, bent prostrate over the bar whilst beefy Jones holds my legs apart while Burl slams into my body making me moan and writhe. I got up and ripped my T-shirt off and let my jeans fall to my feet. With my eyes shut and the warmth of the sun on my naked muscular body I wanked to this image of being pleasured over the bar. I spat on one of my chunky fingers and inserted it unforgivably up my arse hole, shoving it in as far as I could bare. I grunted dreaming of burl fucking me, fucking me. I could imagined the feel of a warm dick sliding in and out of my tight ring, of Burl slamming into me making me moan, I would reach behind and pull my cheeks apart to allow deeper access. Shuddering and feeling my ring close around my finger I disgorged my cum over the desert floor and my gnarled hand. I relaxed and gently pulled my thick finger form my pleasured ring. Feeling the warm cum on my hands I raised it to my hair to give it a quick style before I went back to the bunkhouse. I pulled my jeans back over my tight arse and slipped my T-shirt back on. I happily left the hill leaving a small splatter of my cum as testament to my growing confusion and eroticism.
I was looking forward to going back to the bunk, a night normally saw me stay away as long as possible, the sound of grown men wanking around me disturbed me, but now I looked forward to hearing the evening and dawn chorus and hopefully joining in. I trudged my way across the sand, weary worried and troubled. I thrust my hands into my jeans and hung my head low. The thoughts that filled my head, disgusted yet intoxicated me. The guilt that consumed after each orgasm was too much, I wanted the pleasure but a part of me said it was wrong. I knew I was straight, but if yesterday had happened the way my brain told it had, then maybe...
I shook my head as if to dispel my confused thoughts but they lingered and so the sight of the miner laying half naked under the stars bejewelled with strings of my cum. I reached my bunkhouse and slunk inside. The room was dark and hot and the muffled breathing of nine tired miners reached my ears. I shared a prefab hut with nine other miserable souls each wrapped in up the drudgery of their job. My bunk was under a fairly old man named Williams he had mined for thirty years and his body looked like it had been hewn from the ground itself. I had long stared at his hard cracked body in the shower scrubbing his back and wondering if one day I would look like that. His gentle snore drifted to me and put me at ease, I had slept under that sound for so long that it lulled me and soothed me. I walked quietly to my bunk and sat down, I looked around at the ebb and flow of the blankets and massive men dreamt gentle dreams of a better life. I slid my boots off and my top, sliding my jeans off and laying on my bunk in just my boxers. I closed my eyes and my mind drifted back over yesterday it seemed long gone now, and in this pre sleep daze I figured it just a dream, but a stirring in my boxers belied the thoughts that ravished my brain.
Groggily I slowly woke back to the world of sweaty sleep addled miners. I could hear muted conversation to my left and muffled breathing on my other side that awoke my interest. Feigning sleep I tilted my head in the direction of the suspect noise. I could make out Josh on the lower bunk adjacent to me. A vibrating tent in his sheets revealed his activities and created an instant one in my boxers. I froze realising I was still only in my boxers lying on my bed and my boner was evident to all. The knowledge that my fellow miners could see it stirred me more, and I could not resist the movement of my hand to the tent in my shorts. I felt gently the powerful erection in my thin cotton boxers and lightly caressed the length of my shaft. Through the slits in my eyes I could see Josh moving faster and faster the jerking caused his sheet to fall and for one glorious moment I was treated to the sight of Josh in all his honed glory sporting a first class erection. He stopped startled at being revealed and lighting quick drew the sheet over his hard sweaty body, however as he bent over the bed to pick it up he caught sight of me lying on my bed in only my boxers stroking my boner. I was facing him but my eyes were mostly closed and I watched as he lay back again and staring at me stroking his shaft began to beat off.
I felt my heart racing and my dick throb, I felt possessed and gently reached into my fly to release my hefty boner. I heard a slight gasp from Josh and felt my penis twitch in response. I saw the look of lust that filled his eyes and brought my other hand up to my nipple twisting squeezing it all for Josh's benefit. It was not long before I heard Josh breathe deep and write in his bed. I response I felt my self convulse and spit hot cum over my sweaty body. I lay there holding my dripping dick as Josh stared open mouth, how I wished I could see the rest of him, that flash as the blanket fell had not been enough.
Feeling an overriding impulse I opened my eyes and stared directly into his. He seemed held like a frightened animal, but couldn't avert his gaze, as I lay there soaked in my cum in a room full of waking miners. I reached down and pulled off my cotton boxers and still fixing Josh in my stare used them to wipe my hard chest clean of the cum. I lay there naked and covered in smeared cum staring at Josh. Suddenly he smiled and jerked his head in the direction of the hut showers, not the main mine showers, they were near the pit, but the hut ones that was a small room with ten heads. The shower room was so small in fact that if ever all ten of us were in there simultaneously we were squeezed together like beefy sardines, arse against arse, tackle against tackle rubbing together in an orgy of soap, steam and sweat. I smiled agreement at Josh and stood up completely naked. I nodded good morning to the quietly chatting miners by the shower and thrilled as they glanced over my body. It was quite normal to walk around the dorm naked and they didn't bat and eyelid. I slid through the shower door into the small blue tiled room and turned on the taps, the water was instantly warm and ran sensually over my body. I lathered myself up and waited for Josh to come in. It wasn't long before the shower door creaked open, and Josh glad only in his boxers strode in.
To be continued of course, if you have any ideas for plot or direction or merely criticism or praise write to auntyjean@yahoo.com.