Watching the miners 8 : Cave in
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Burl simply responded with a dull grumbling moan, I looked at him with surprise. He turned around letting go of the wall he had just been braced against, and looked at me, as beads of sweat ran down his flushed face.
'What was that..?' He asked in a voice with gasped for breath. Behind me Jones and Pete got to their feet, their erections swaying with the movement and looked quizzically at the Chief. He stood there stocky and beautiful covered in coal dust, his thick and dripping erection stuck out of his jeans' flies wet from where the guys combined mouths had been sucking on it.
We stood there frozen and mostly naked, apart form Burl in his cum soaked Jock, looking around like blind men in a busy and great hall, trying to guess what was going on without the faculties to know.
'Perhaps there's some blasting further off?' Guessed Burl.
'There's none today.' Barked the Chief hastily tucking away his sopping dick. The sound came again, it sounded like a mighty ships' timber creaking in a storm, or some massive vice being slowly turned. Wisps of coal dust danced from the ceiling and filled the sweaty and humid air with black trailing feathers.
'Fuck!' Began the chief, but that was the last thing I heard as the creaking became the screaming of stone and the tumble of rocks, a mighty wave of compressed air mingled with thick coal dust hit me, sending me crashing into Peter Jones and the Chief. Like scattered naked sweat and coal covered pins we fell to the floor, and then nothing. Something smacked hard into my face, and wearily my big, beefy muscular body tumbled unconscious to land amongst the thick dust and dancing stones of the trembling tunnel floor.
The white tiled shower cubicles stretched infinitely away from me, I could see billows of steam in the distance and the desperate groans of men grunting somewhere unseen. Bemused and desperate I ran towards the steam, my bare feet slapping over the tiles and the noise ringing against the cold ceramic. I ran like a god, I looked down at my chiselled body it was streaked in coal dust that curved and hugged my body accentuating every curve and ripple of my body. I knew I was a good-looking man, I had a square jaw, and a close cut army hair cut. Like all my fellow miners I was big, beefy and honed after years of hard labour down the dirty mine. Un-modestly appreciating myself I ran towards the steam, where within, I knew, lay some people that I wanted desperately to see. My dick and balls swung low under me as I ran, and the billows of steam drew enticingly nearer.
Suddenly I plunged into the whirling mist and as the mist parted I saw my goal. Before me were those muscular brutes Burl and Jones fucking the life out of each other, Burl was bent over at right angles' whilst Jone's held him tightly at the hips and plunged his dick deep into him. I caught a glistening flash of Jone's Dick as it slid out of Burl's hole to once more be roughly forced back in to the moaning Burl. Burl was reaching behind himself and pulling his cheeks apart allowing Jones deeper access. The image of their sweaty bodies wreathed in steam moving together with that look of sheer bliss on Burl's face, was intoxicating. I moved towards them desperate to lick Jone's shaft as it plunged into Burl, but my foot slipped and I found myself scudding and sliding towards them. I closed my eyes before impact, and after an interminable time opened my eyes to see...
More white porcelain tiles, this time though there was no scent of sweat and steam hanging in the air but instead a sharp salty smell that assaulted my senses and caused my dick to jump in my hand. I looked down to see I was holding my hardening dick as piss steamed out of it into a hungry urinal. 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 watched mesmerised by the fingers holding it, as they shook out the last drops of salty urine, wishing they were mine. Unconsciously I tilted my head back and began to wank my rapidly hardening shaft. I looked at the thick figure to my left, his dick too was thickening and growing in length as his dirty fingers gently stroked the bulbous end. I moaned in appreciation and stared at the man straight into his eyes. He stared back and I fell into his dark eyes captivated by his huge fat dick that grew and grew as he beat off over the urinal.
I opened my eyes with a start to find my self in a dark wooden cubicle, it was a toilet stall, I was naked with my jeans and pants around my ankle and my white T-shirt lying crumpled in the fluids on the floor. My dick was just starting to lose it's hardness and oozed a few final drops of cum. Somehow I knew what I had to do, gently I pulled my thick fingers out of my desperate arse where I had plunged them deeply, and brought them sopping to my lips and gingerly tasted. It tasted good, with a fluid movement I pulled the digit from my loving lips and forced it through a crack in the cubicle wall and pushed it deep into a warm, wet and hairy hole. A manly moan greeted my forced entry and I plunged in further in physical appreciation. I dug my digit deep into the sopping arse, which seemed to take more and more of my finger, making the unseen figure groan in an ever more deeper and desperate manner. I thrust and twisted the digit making the unseen figure writhe and push back hard against the cubicle wall desperate for me to enter him further. I could feel my once spent dick start to twitch and rise again as the warm wet muscled arse fought against my finger. My other hand crept down to my thick dick that dripped with my previous cum, and slowly began to rub the cum up and down my pole. I closed my eyes...
I opened them on a cool desert scene. I was stood on a hill with once more my jeans around my ankle and my T-shirt lying discarded on the cooling sand. Above and around me pinpoints of stars twinkled and illuminated the inky black, in the distance roars of laughter indicated the dirty and desperate mine bar. Below me on the desert sand lay a man dressed only in tight jeans, his skin was olive dark and the trail of hair that led from his belly button to his massive pectorals was dark and fine. His skin shone in the moonlight and I knew I must wank over him, to cover him with my glistening tendrils of cum. Furiously I gripped my throbbing dick and beat like a mad man over the unconscious figure. As I wanked I clenched and I thrust imaging my self being taken roughly and hard by one of my bunk mates in our tiny hut showers, and with this thought, as I disgorged my cum over the beautiful and silent figure, I found my self some where else.
I was in the bunk house's tiny shower in a stream of hot steaming water as behind me the darkly beautiful body of Josh slammed deep into my tight virgin arse. His massive dick was firm up my ring and I clenched in appreciation, feeling him moan behind me and thrust harder still. He whispered in my ear with his deep voice,
'Beg for it bitch, beg me'.
I wasn't going to disagree. And thrusting my backside back towards his pummelling I begged...
'Fuck me hard man, fuck me like a bitch I want your tool in me! Fuck me! Spilt me, make me cum!'
A roar greeted my request and a savage thrust that dove deep into my arse flung me hard against the showers slippery wall. I felt myself slip and Josh's fat dick yanked out of my ring, leaving it trembling and begging for more, and I fell clumsily onto the harsh woollen sheets of my bunk. Gasping for breath and dripping with first sweat I arched my back as Peter plunged his fat thick fingers deep into my quivering ring, harshly he pounded them deep into me. He was a thick hulk of a man, far bigger than I and his penis reflected his stature, he wasn't beautiful far from it, he was a squat semi-ugly monster, and yet he still turned me on. I quickly raised my arse up until I was on all fours thrusting my ring onto Pete's thick fingers. I was moaning like a whore, wishing he would slide his dick up me, not just his fingers.
'Harder.' I begged. ' Please...harder.'
'Smith' A voice called form a long way off. I ignored it and continued to thrust my arse onto Pete's fingers. A stinging blow landed on one of my smooth cheeks as Peter slapped my hard, this only made me moan harder.
'Smith!' The voice called again. It seemed closer now as if the tunnel it was shouting down was shrinking, but I wanted to ignore it.
'Please Pete,' I begged once more 'Fuck me like a man, I want your dick in me, splitting me'. Roughly he yanked his fat finger out of me, I knelt there on all fours, a red sting mark across my backside where he had hit me.
'Fuck me Pete!' I cried.
And he plunged harshly into me. I felt my ring scream with pain, and try to repel the fat invaded, but relentlessly he plunged into my ring, and slowly I gave way allowing him in, deeper and deeper, until I thought I couldn't take any more. And the width! His fat dick seemed to stretch my ring to impossible lengths, making me gasp, suddenly he plunged fully up to his hilt and like a stuck pig I moaned and groaned. I shut my eyes in pleasure.
'Fuck me hard Pete!' I yelled.
A snigger to my left made me open my eyes. What greeted me was a scene of confusion, dirt and little light. Slowly I found my eyes adjusting to the deep gloom. The first thing that hit me was the heat, it was hot unbearably so. The second was the light it was dark only a couple of the wall-mounted lights were working and they shone feebly with an orange glow. I couldn't see an exit, we seemed to be in some small cavern of coal. Slowly it hit me what had happened.
'There's been a cave in?' I asked. 'Yup' muttered the chief behind me. He was totally naked now apart from his boots and socks. His muscular body was covered with a sheen of sweat, but was dominated by the dark glisten of coal dust.
'You got hit by a rock smith, you okay?' He asked.
'I think so, been having some crazy dreams.'
'We heard' laughed Pete, his two eyes shined like diamonds out of his coal covered face and body. Where the sweat had run down him the coal dust had been washed off leaving streaks of clear skin the beckoned to me in the feeble orange light. I looked at him, he was a squat monster composed entirely of muscle and black hair, his dick was thick and I wanted him to fuck me.
I realised I was lying on the floor with a full erection. The four men laughed as they saw me take in my rock hard boner.
'Anything to drink?' I sputtered my mouth full of dust.
'Only us'. Muttered the Chief.
'Okay I' said. The men seemed to take this as a cue, they stood up in the small warm space towering over me. They were all naked, Peter with his short heavy muscles, Burl with his bubble butt had discarded his jock, Jones with his python dick and glorious pecks, and the chief with his perfect body and aura of power. All covered in the sparkling coal dust, as was I. One by one the man reached for their dicks and held them over me.
'We're going to give you a bath Smith.' Chuckled the chief.
And with that he let loose a torrent of warm piss that hit me squarely in my filthy face, I opened my mouth and arched my head back to take in the Chief's warm piss.
'Swallow it bitch.' The chief muttered, and I greedily gulped it down.
The chief slowly moved his warm stream until it was over my chest, washing the dust away and leaving my clear golden brown hard stomach revealed to our small warm world. Burl grunted and let fly a stream of piss that hit me clear on my hard dick, the warmth felt sublime as he moved over my balls and along my shaft stroking me with his piss. Jones didn't wait long, and as the Chief cleaned my stomach and pecs, he let fly his stream into my mouth, and I drank deeply for I was thirsty and his tangy juice was just what I needed. The chief still pissing knelt down and placed his dick in my eager mouth, the torrent of piss was forced down my throat. He clambered over my soaked body and writhed on my wet chest, the piss form Burl hit him in the hair, and Jones cleaned his tight arse with his urine. I felt his mouth clamp around my hard dick and I began to suck. He writhed against my slick body and as the last drops of piss squeezed down my throat I could feel his shaft lengthen and grow.
So covered in coal and urine we sixty-nined as Burl and Jones let loose over my body. I ran my lips along the chief's hard dick revelling in the taste and wanting to take it all down my throat.
'You're ours now Smith,' Moaned Jones above us shaking the last drops of piss onto the Chief's coal streaked back.
'Yeah' mumbled Burl 'we're gonna do things to you that you never dreamed of.'
This merely made my dick jump harder into the chief's mouth, and I closed my eyes and wondered what I couldn't dream of?
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