Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2001 15:49:29 EDT
From: GaynCoalCountry@aol.com
Subject: Mike and Randy

   Thanks for all those emails guys. I'm glad you all enjoyed my last
story. I love hearing from all of you. Due to the overwhelming response,
this story is dedicated to you. Perhaps, one of you will wanna get
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         Mike and Randy
         by: Daniel Stewart


   Thanks for all those emails guys. I'm glad you all enjoyed my last story.
I love hearing from all of you. Due to the overwhelming response, this story
is dedicated to you. Perhaps, one of you will want to get together with me
and we could create our own story. Keep those emails coming to
GaynCoalCountry@aol.com.
   They'd met while in the Navy, stationed at North Island Air Station in San
Diego. They had served a four year stint and were awaiting their discharges.
Randy's home was in the mountains of southeastern Kentucky, but while in the
service he rented an apartment just off base with Mike, a shipmate from Ohio.
   Randy and Mike had known each other a couple of years since the time
they'd spent together in Naval Air Training School. They began going out on
liberty together at that time and would often share the cost of a hotel room.
Mike had noticed that when they slept in the same bed, he'd awaken with
Randy's body spooned against his back and his boxers would be wet with cum. A
couple of times Randy found Mike's hand cupping his flaccid cock and balls.
Since his underwear was wet and sticky, he'd sneak out of bed, embarrassed as
hell. The thought that Mike was gay never really entered Randy's mind.
  It was getting close to the weekend when their discharges came through.
Mike had no real interest in returning to the Buckeye State, and asked Randy
if he could
tag along with him to Kentucky. Without much hesitation Randy agreed.
Secretly, Randy ached to make love to Mike, all the time's they'd spent in
various motel was fresh in his mind.
 They decided to drive from San Diego, California to Stone Mountain,
Kentucky. They left San Diego early Friday morning.
  For most of the trip, Mike and Randy talked about their childhood, how many
bitches they'd fucked, their service to America and other assorted chit chat.
The trip was fairly routine and uneventful.
   They were less than a day from their destination. When orange and crimson
shades of evening overtook them east of Crummies Creek, Randy started to
search for a place to spend the night. The highway runs through a mountainous
terrain here, and while the surrounding mountains posed no threat to the Blue
Ridge or Great Smokeys, it was a relief to see after hundreds of miles of
cities, congested interstate highways, farms, and flatlands. Pine trees lined
the slopes in places, and when Mike rolled down the window, the sweet smell
of honeysuckle lingered in the air.
   They were descending on the eastward slope when Randy spotted a side road
its course and terminus concealed by trees. He decided to take it on a whim,
figuring they'd follow it for quite a few miles and have plenty of gas in the
tank to double back if necessary. Unbeknownst to either of them, both Mike
and Randy hoped that one would find the other irresistible. They were
mutually attracted to one another, but neither was aware of the others
feelings, it was indeed an inner torture. Eight miles from leaving the main
highway they found what was to become a "safe harbor."
    There before them was a once bustling town. The virtual ghost town was of
relatively recent vintage, circa 1930, and the scars inflicted upon the
surrounding mountains told them it had once been at one point in its history
a booming coal mining camp. The quaint places--tents and clapboard shacks,
typical of coal operator's greed--had long been dismantled, removed or fallen
victim to a combination of the elements and years of neglect.
   Commercial type buildings in the heart of the little town had been
constructed with a greater permanence in mind. A combination dance/party hall
popular in the days prior to prohibition, post office and hotel were
overshadowed by the rusted hull of an old coal tipple, an a tiny once white
church had been thrown up in its shadow, almost as an afterthought.
   "What a fascinating old place," Mike remarked. He'd never seen anything
like in his life. "I'm sure it was once a beautiful place, until outsiders
came in raping and pillaging her natural resources. "Exactly," Randy replied.
"I'm confident that many a young man gave his life here, digging the filthy
black gold."
    "Do you reckon ghosts of those slain miners linger about Randy?" Mike
queried.
    " Don't tell me your afraid of ghost?".
    "You must joking. Copperheads, rattlesnakes, muskrats and a lot of other
varmints, okay, but ghosts? No problem, man!", Mike boasted.
     They parked the car in front of the old tipple and got out to explore
the crumbling structure. The iron door was rusted shut. It took some
determination and a lot of elbow grease to budge the huge entrance after
sixty years or more of standing idle, but momentum did the trick and the old
door suddenly crashed backward with a thud.  Inside the surprisingly spacious
area was dank, dingy and reeked of coal pond scum. There were conveyor belts,
rusted power supply cabinets, and other old machinery that had fallen into
disrepair strewn about, abandoned when the seam ran out.
   Being inside the old structure was dangerously exciting and sent eerie
chills down Mike's spine. "Its certainly overwhelming to think that the door
to this old place had last been closed decades ago," Randy remarked. "Its
quite possible than no man has crossed that threshold since," he added.
    "Well, no ghosts," Randy joked, "but from the distinct smell, I think we
may have invaded a den of copperheads."
    "This is a fascinating old place buddy, but its beginning to get dark."
Mike said. "Besides, I'm not too fond of snakes, especially poisonous ones!"
   "Okay man! Let's get out of here."
   They backtracked to the car and begun to unpacked a few things. They'd
decided to spend the night here, and bed down in the old hotel.
    Much to their amazement, the room they chose needed only a slight
cleaning. It only took them about a half an hour to clean up the place. "Its
kind of rustic, but clean," Mike exclaimed.
    While they were sitting on the bed Mike just blurted out, "I really want
you to fuck me Randy."  He could not believe it: Mike wanted Randy as much as
Randy wanted Mike. Randy pulled Mike close to him, and began to French kiss
him passionately. They kissed for a time while their fingers explored each
other's body. Talking of Mike's shirt, Randy began to tongue his nipples and
pecs. Moans of sheer pleasure escaped from Mike's throat as Randy worked his
expert mouth down to his hard cock. Mike gently guided it down Randy's
throat. It felt so damn good that Mike bucked his hips faster and faster, and
with one deep thrust, he shot his load into Randy's hungry mouth. Mike's
hands were all over Randy's head and neck as he filled his mouth with warm
man-juice. He almost choked on that sweet cock; he wanted all of him.
   As Randy rose, Mike met him with a deep kiss. Their bodies locked together
on the bed, hands feeling all bout one another. Mike's back was strong, and
his sweet, young ass was firm. He rolled onto his back and lifted his legs
high. "Fuck me, please," he begged softly.
   Randy's cock was throbbing hard and ready. "I don't want to hurt you man.
Where is the lube?" he asked.
    Mike pointed to the floor and said, "Want you so bad. Please fuck me."
    In a flash, Randy was between Mike's legs. After smothering his cock and
Mike's hole with KY jelly, he fingered his tight asshole teasingly. Mike
yelled, "FUCK ME NOW!!" Locking Mike's legs over his shoulders, Randy braced
himself at the glorious opening. Randy loved to fuck, it was his way of
becoming an intricate part of his partner. He believed in making love to a
man, not just having sex.
   Mike moaned with excitement. The idea of having Randy's cock inside him
was frighteningly wonderful. "Please, fuck me baby," he cried. Randy slowly
slid his cock into Mike's warm hole, while his hands felt his taunt ass
cheeks. Mike clenched his teeth and moaned as Randy's cock opened him wider.
   Randy pulled his cock about halfway out, and rammed it in to the hilt as
Mike bucked up and down on it. Mike's cock was hard against his chest and
grew harder with each thrust. Over and over, Randy rammed his cock in and out
Mike's tight ass with might. The look on Mike's face showed a mixture of
pleasure and pain and Randy's huge ten inch cock reached places no other cock
had ever been. Mike moaned, "FUCK ME HARD!!" He bucked and humped to meet
Randy's thrusts into his hungry hole. Randy was in love, fucking Mike.
Mike--so vulnerable, yet demanding.
   A few more thrust and Randy would not be able to hold back any longer.
   Mike looked at him knowingly. "Give it to me," he cried. Randy let loose
with a red-hot load of cum into Mike's ass. It felt like weeks and weeks
worth of cum pouring from his cock into Mike. Suddenly, Mike cock erupted
onto his and Randy's chest. Randy collapsed on top of Mike thoroughly
satisfied. He meet Mike with a deep kiss as his cock slid from his abused
asshole.
   They lay side by side. "Promise to stay close, just in case the local
ghosts get restless," Mike teased. Randy was more than happy to oblique. The
slept in each other's arms the rest of the night.
   When dawn crept upon the rustic old coal camp, it was as if Mike and Randy
had always been there--together as one.