Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2001 07:38:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: auntyjean@yahoo.com
Subject: Watching the miner's 2

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.