Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2002 01:16:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Alan Knight <moonspender2@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Night Shift' by Knightspanked (Gay male M/M Anal)

"Brrr! It's colder than a frog's tit out there".

Colin Donnelly slammed the door shut and rushed
to the fireplace. He lifted his coat and smiled
as the coal fire warmed his rump.

"It's a hard frost", commented Sid Knight who sat
at a desk playing Patience with a well-worn pack
of cards.

The year was 1946. Colin was a fresh-faced 21.
Sid was ten years his senior and a veteran of the
Desert campaign. They worked the night shift at a
small railway station in a former colony of Great
Britain.

The bell on the tablet machine clanged. Sid
looked at the clock on the wall.

"603's on time", he observed. "Stop hogging all
the fire".

Colin moved to a chair next to the older man.

"Sid, you know that money".

"What about it?"

"Can you give me more time to pay you back ?"

Sid sighed. "It's not my fault you're a lousy
poker player. We get paid on Friday. Take it out
of your wages".

"But I give Mum my pay packet". Colin's mother
was a widow who depended on her son's earnings to
make ends meet.

Sid tapped a pencil on the table. "There might be
another way ... "

"Anything", said Colin.

The older man held up his hand. "Hear me out". He
shuffled the cards while Colin waited anxiously.

"Mrs Knight's away visiting her brother. If I
don't drain my balls soon they'll turn blue". He
turned to face his young colleague. "Help me out
and your debt will be paid in full".

Colin gulped. "Now wait a minute ! I'm no queer".

"No need for name calling. How do you think we
survived all those months in the desert ?"

Disconcertedly, Sid's mind flashed back to the
desert town of Alexandria, the horror of battle
and the comfort he'd sought with a manly young
soldier, every chance he got. Unbidden, the image
of the soldier's lifeless body, the victim of a
sniper, flashed before his eyes. Sid was sure
that memory would haunt him for the rest of his
life.

"Wh-what would I have to do ?"

"Let me up your arse", Sid replied,
matter-of-factly.

Colin felt his cock dwindle in his trousers at
the thought of it.

"I don't know ... "

The cards were shuffled again. Then the mournful
whistle of a steam locomotive filled the air.
Both men sprang up.

"There's 603 at the crossing", said Sid. "After
we've let her through there will be a couple of
hours before the next one. If you're willing,
we'll do it then".

The two railway employees went out into the cold
night. Colin pulled the heavy lever which changed
the signal light from Red to Green. Sid loaded
the tablet into the exchanger. A few minutes
later the long goods train thundered through the
station. The locomotive picked up the tablet
which allowed it to travel on the next few miles
of the line. The tablet from the last stretch was
returned to the exchanger with such force that,
had it malfunctioned, it would have taken Sid's
head clean off.

The older man rushed back to the warmth of the
station. Colin went to the outside toilet and sat
on the hard, wooden seat, pants around his
ankles. He tried to think but it was so cold out
there he quickly got dressed and went to the warm
office where Sid was waiting.

"Well ?"

"I'll do it. Stick my bum out. Nothing else".

"OK".

Sid put a couple of coats on the table.

"Lean on there".

Colin slowly undid his braces. His trousers fell
to the floor. Underpants, well darned by his
mother, followed. He rested his forearms on the
table.

Sid shucked off his own clothes before lifting
Colin's shirt-tails clear. The sight of the
younger man's flawless alabaster orbs stiffened
Sid's cock until it slapped against his belly.
Colin shuffled until his legs were wide apart,
opening his hairless crack and revealing its pink
puckered hole.

Sid pulled back his foreskin and spat on the end
of his cock. He pushed his fleshy member into
Colin's virgin man-twat. The sphincter provided
resistence but Sid used his cock like a battering
ram until the head was inside Colin's tight, hot
chute. He paused to allow the younger man to get
used to the strange feeling before inching his
way right in until his balls slapped against
firm, taut bum-cheeks.

'He certainly knows how to work his way up'
thought Colin once his well-stretched sphincter
had stopped protesting about the fleshy invader.
He felt Sid's warm breath on the fine hairs of
his neck. He could feel his colleague's swollen
member pulsate inside his chute, touching the
love gland. He felt his own cock stiffen in
response to the powerful erotic sensations he was
feeling. He quickly wrapped a hand around his
dick.

Sid marvelled at the strong muscles swirling
around his cock, causing a multitude of
pleasurable feelings. Slowly he pulled back until
he was almost out of Colin. He spat on the shaft
for lubrication before plunging back into that
warm, moist tunnel.

It all but knocked the breath out of Colin. Again
and again Sid's cock slammed like a piston-rod
into the younger man's tight orifice. Colin felt
his own erection dwindle and disappear under the
increasingly determined onslaught. He gripped the
end of the table with both hands.

Sid grunted as he straddled that slight body.
There was a heady mix of strong body odours. (In
1946 working men did not mask their smell with
scents and most only bathed once a week under
protest).

Although Colin was no longer aroused, he was
totally absorbed by the rutting. He had never
been so intimately involved with another person
before. He thought of Sid, the war hero, as the
older brother he'd never had. If only Sid wasn't
quite so big !

After a particularily forceful thrust, Sid felt
his cock explode with a technicolor rainbow of an
orgasm which lasted a minute or more. His seed
coated the walls of Colin's rectum.

Afterwards, the older man cleaned them both up
and they got dressed in silence. Sid shuffled the
pack of cards.

"Want to play poker ?"

"Only if you let me l-o-s-e", replied Colin with
a meaningful grin.

The next night after 603 had roared through the
station, Colin asked Sid if he wanted up his bum
again.

"Aren't you worried I'll knock you up ?" joked
the former soldier.

Colin smiled at the idea of carrying Sid's baby.

"Twins run in my family".

"Strewth !"

Sid felt a great surge of affection for the young
man.

"Tell me Colin, what fires your cannon ?"

"Huh ?"

"At night, in bed, when you wrap your fist around
your dick what do you think about ?"

Colin's face flushed brick-red.

"It can't be THAT bad ?"

After the younger man had finally blurted it all
out, Sid made a mental vow to visit Colin's old
headmaster and shove a cane down the sadistic
bastard's throat.

"You won't want to bum me now", said Colin sadly.

In response Sid placed two coats on the floor in
front of the fire.

"Strip buck naked and lie down there. On your
back".

Once Sid was undressed as well he joined his
colleague. Gently he pushed Colin's legs right
back over his head. Then he stuck his tongue into
his friend's pink anus and bathed it in saliva.
Colin, who had never imagined such a thing,
moaned at the sexual pleasuring. Sid pushed his
fat cock into Colin's anus. Once he was fully
inside Sid leaned over and kissed Colin on the
forehead. Down below Sid's swollen member prodded
Colin's love gland, causing his cock to slap hard
against his belly.

Sid made infinitely tender love to his colleague.
After many minutes had passed Colin's cock
erupted, depositing a load onto his stomach. His
sphincter tightened around Sid's flesh-pole, the
spasms of orgasm causing the older man's own cock
to fire, shooting load after load of spunk deep
into Colin's bowels.

Satiated, the men lay together in front of the
fire until the tablet machine clanged the
imminent arrival of the next train.

Night shift was never the same after that.