Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2003 18:07:14 -0700 From: Z Subject: Stories from a Small Mining Town2 Story codes: Bi/Group/Voyeur/Masturbation The following story is fiction, it involves sexually explicit and erotic events between male couples, male and female couples and between female couples as well as with groups of the foregoing. Some of the aforementioned may be related by blood or by marriage. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or live in an area where this material is illegal, please do not read the story. In this story, the characters do not always use condoms. However, this author implores everyone to practice safe sex. I have no idea how long these stories will last, that's upto you guys. This is the first story I have written, so please bear with me! Oakham is a small mining community in the valleys of south Wales, UK. It does exist although it does not feature on any maps. It is a nondescript and insignificant community that is home to just over 1,000 residents. There is a Rugby Club, a small tavern (The Travellers Rest), a few shops and a post office. There are also two schools, Oakham Comprehensive and Oakham Primary. Most of the residents of this small town are friendly and affable and almost all of them live in similar homes that were once built to accommodate the miners and their families. The mine is now long since gone. Stories from a small mining town CHARACTERS: The Stables Family: Dennis - father, 50 Berniece - mother, 48 Nigel - eldest son, 27 Tricia - middle daughter, 24 Dewi - youngest son, 18 The McDonnell Family: Leonnie - mother, 44 David - eldest son, 23 Mark - son, 20 Shane - son, 18 Jeremy - son, 17 Mona - youngest daughter, 16 The Pritchard Family: Conrad - father, 46 Tracey - mother, 45 Gareth - eldest son, 21 Geraint - middle son, 19 Gavin - youngest son, 16 The Cooper Family: Patrick - father, 44 Karen - mother, 44 Dean - eldest son, 20 Beverly - daughter, 16 Other principal characters: Jack Hane - Rugby Club Barman Wayne Rogers - best friend of Conrad Pritchard and Patrick Cooper, 43 Kris Lennox - boyfriend of Beverly Cooper, best friend of Jeremy McDonnell and Gavin Pritchard, 16 Jeff Morgan - Coach of Rugby squad, 54 Shaun Morgan - Rugby player, mechanic, friend of Nigel Stables and Michael Knave and son of Jeff Morgan, 30 Stories from a small mining town - Two RECAP: It was the day of the Wales v Scotland Rugby International. Dewi and Dennis Stables had gone to Oakham Rugby Club to watch the match. As had Jeremy McDonnell, Kris Lennox, Gavin Pritchard and Beverley Cooper. Jack Hane and Leonnie McDonnell were tending the bar. A coach party had left the town two days previously bound for Edinburgh. Oh, and Berniece Stables had been licked, fucked and rimmed by her best friends eldest son, David McDonnell. She had returned the compliment by sucking his cock and sending him to heaven with a rim job and then fucked his arse with a vodka bottle! Jeremy McDonnell, Kris Lennox, Gavin Pritchard and Beverley Cooper were sat in their corner watching the match. Jack had been good enough to let them all have a few pints and the buzz of the alcohol was beginning to hit the group. "Boys, anyone up for a quickie?" Kris asked, "What?" asked Beverley. "A joint stupid, I said I had some hash didn't I?" Kris responded. "Oh! OK" she replied "I'm not in the mood for that shit and besides, you can't spark up in here!" "I know that dumbass, we'll go outside for it" said Kris. The rest of the group, who had been listening to their slight altercation were raring for a smoke. "Come on then!" said Kris and led the way through the room into the daylight outside. "What crawled up her snatch and died?" asked Gavin "You know what she's like, 'n' anyway fuck her!" answered Kris. "I wouldn't mind!" said Jeremy and gave his crotch a squeeze "Oy! Watch it, that's my bird, the only chance any of you've got of shagging her is if I say its alright! Understand?" Kris snapped back. To the rear of the Club was a beer garden with a few swings and a covered play area. "Come on, let's sit in the den" suggested Gavin "no nosey fuckers can see us then, you know what they are like up here" Climbing into the den, the boys all looked expectantly at Kris, he withdrew his cigarettes and lighter from the arse pocket of his jeans and dug his hand into his crotch. "Playing with himself again!" chided Gavin. "Nah, plenty of time for that stuff after" said Kris "I got my stash down my Calvin's!" "Oh great! We gotta put that in our mouths, you dirty cunt!" said Jeremy. "It never bothered you before, anyway at least I got some hash!" answered Kris. He proceeded to put the skins together and set about building the joint, one of his famous seven skin mega joints. It was like watching an artist at work; he was the best joint roller any of them knew. Once completed, he sat back, tore off the loose paper at the end and sparked up the joint, inhaling deeply in, he toked quickly and passed it along to Jeremy "Three drag pass!" he said as he handed the sweet smelling spliff to his mate. When the group were about half way through smoking the joint, they heard a voice. "God, its Wayne! He'll grass me up if he catches me smoking!" said Gavin. The other two burst out laughing, holding up the joint, Jeremy said "grass you up!" and laughed louder at the unintentional pun. "Shh! He'll hear" said Gavin. As they listened, they were aware that Wayne was having a conversation with someone on a mobile 'phone - "Yeah, aye, yeah, too fucking right, I'd be right up there like a rat up a fucking drain pipe! No, fuck who needs condoms, I had the snip years ago, besides s'not like you got a disease is it? Hey, I'll ring you back, I think the den is on fire!" The next thing the boys heard were rapid footsteps approaching the den. Lulled by the strength of the joint, none had the sense to put it out, as Wayne peered into the den he was greeted by three grinning faces with Gavin desperately trying to conceal the spiff and at the same time blow the huge lungful of smoke he'd inhaled out casually. "What's going on here then boys?" asked Wayne "Smoking that wacky backy is it?" "Don't say nothing Wayne, you know my dad, he'll kill me!" implored Gavin "Wayne bent down further and to the boys amazement, folded himself into the den, "don't worry mun, I won't say anything, give us a drag though!" he replied. Dumbfounded, Gavin passed the joint to the older man. Although not classically good looking, Wayne has a look that commanded attention, blond with blue eyes; he stood a little over six feet tall. He now had a slight beer belly, his big arms and wide shoulders told the tale of a man who was once hot property in their small town. His hands were rough and did not deny his work as a builder. "I haven't smoked this for a few years now, fuck it don't half take me back to when I was younger, I loved this shit then!" he said. The boys were amazed at this confession; they assumed that dope and other drugs were the domain solely of their generation. "Got any more then boys" asked the man, "Um, sure, yeah, I got loads!" hesitated Kris. "Well, I might as well stay out here with you then, the games a dead loss and I could get into this!" he replied "first though, who's drinking what?" The boys told him their poison and he jumped out of the den and went into the Club. "This is too fucking weird, smoking with my dads best friend!" stated Gavin "Aye and he's Bev's fathers friend too don't forget!" added A few minutes later, more footsteps could be heard, softer than Wayne's. "I've been sat in there on my own like a spare prick in a wedding!" shouted Beverly. "I'm going down to se Mona!" "Alright love, calm down!" said Kris. "Don't tell me to calm down, you got no idea have you? Its over, got it?" she screeched and stomped off down the road. "Come back mun, I'm sorry!" Kris shouted after her, but she had gone. "Fucking birds, fuck 'em!" he yelled and slammed his fist down on the roof of the den. He retrieved his place in the den and said, "may as well get fucking smashed then!" Jeremy smacked his mate on the back, "plenty more fish in the sea!" he said. Kris shrugged his arm away and reached for his stash. A moment or two later, Wayne returned from the Club with eight cans of lager, "if I remember correctly, we'll be as dry as a camel's arsehole after a couple more of those, so I brought reserves!" he deadpanned. The boys quickly grabbed their cans. "Why the long face then mate?" asked Wayne of Kris. "Missus just dumped me!" he explained. "Have you fucked her yet?" asked the older man, "aye, aye a couple of times!" Kris answered. "S'no big loss then, you've tried the goods and the sales just finished!" Wayne joked. The boys who were shocked at first, laughed and Kris lit the joint. Three further joints down the line, the boys and the older man had fallen into a tidy little routine of joke telling and genuinely getting on fine. The effect of the smoke had taken full advantage of their senses and they were relaxed around each other. Inevitably, the subject turned to sex. "Any of you boys still virgins then?" asked Wayne of Jeremy and Gavin. "Well, I've had a couple of blowjobs, but no pussy" said Gavin, "same here too!" said Jeremy. "We know the stud here's done it plenty, what she like then Patrick's daughter? I bet she's hot!" enquired Wayne lewdly. "She's good, really good!" winked Kris to the older man, "her cunt runs like a river when I finger her and she tastes great!" responded Kris, empowered by the mixture of drink and hash and being treated like one of the men by Wayne. "After I'd had her, I knew I'd never go back to wanking!" "Oy! Never underestimate the importance of polishing your own wood boy! A good wank in the morning sets every man up for the day and besides, you're gonna need to now!" Wayne said and winked at the others. "When I was you're age we used to have wanking parties down in the woods!" said Wayne. This revelation startled the boys and they sat up expectantly. "S'pose you boys do much the same?" "Nah, never have" lied Gavin, Jeremy who had taken a liking to Wayne said "don't lie Gav, we've been doing it years!" "Atta boy! Can't beat a bit of male bonding can you lads!" laughed Wayne. "I'm busting for a piss, but I'm too wrecked to go back in the Club," said Kris. "Go and piss by that tree, no one around" suggested Wayne "come to think of it, I need a piss too!" he added. Kris stumbled out of the den followed by the older man and headed for the tree about ten yards away. They both wandered across to the tree and unzipped at the same time. Kris, who had been turned on by all the talk of sex, began to feel an eagerness to see the older mans cock. The talk of sex earlier and the thought of Bev's hot quim had given him a rise and his cock was at little under half-mast. Kris began to piss first, "fucking hell boy, you're pissing like a racehorse," commented Wayne as he began to piss a steady stream against the bark of the tree. Kris turned slightly in order to answer the man and looked directly into his eyes. Something happened, neither was sure of what but there had been a connection. Wayne smiled at the boy and appraised him. Five ten, brown eyes and hair, a taut body hidden under the Addidas tee and open zip fleece. As he glanced down, his mouth fell open, "no wonder you're pissing like a racehorse, you're fucking hung like one!" he whispered. Kris who was holding his dick with both hands knew this, why he was teased when he was at school about his massive meat, he looked down the mans body, Wayne had stopped pissing and was idly shaking his cock. "You're in pretty good shape too!" said Kris as he nodded to Wayne's cock. Wayne stopped shaking his dick and with his right hand began gently tugging his cock, bringing his foreskin slowly over his wet bell end and then withdrawing it. He slowly brought his right hand to within an inch of Kris' cock before hesitating, "please, feel it!" invited Kris in earnest. The man brought his hand slowly towards the boys hardening dick and touched it. He grasped the thick, lengthy fuckstick and imitated the actions he was performing on his own cock. Back and forth he tugged on the throbbing dick, covering and then slowly uncovering the boy's glistening glans. Kris let out a slight sigh "uh ahhh" "Fuck boy, you's one hot kid, and this cock! It must be eight inches long?" "Eight 'n' half, 'n' seven around" Kris proudly answered. "You like the feel of a man's hand pulling on your meat, uh? How about if I rub my thumb slowly over your helmet, yeah, oh yeah" Wayne whispered as his calloused thumb caused just the slightest abrasion to the boys wettening cockhead. "Yeah, you like that uh?" "God, yeah, oh rub your thumb over my piss slit, oh God!" Kris responded. As soon as Wayne had gotten up with Kris to take a piss, Jeremy had rammed his hands down his trackie bottoms. "I never thought you was gonna adjust that thing!" said Gavin, "thought I was gonna have to reach over and do it for you!" "Well, all this talk about fucking and wanking, and like Wayne talking about wanking parties down the woods. Then the thought of Wayne wanking with your dad and Bev's when they were younger, fuckin' hell!" stated Jeremy. "I know, I'm as hard as nails too, look!" said Gavin, who pulled down his own Reebok sweat pants to reveal a raging boner, he wore no underwear. "I'm even fucking drooling!" he said. With that, Jeremy reached over and rubbed the palm of his hand over Gav's glossy uncircumcised knobhead, gathering a layer of precum on his palm, he brought it to his mouth and licked it off slowly. "Not here mun!" said Gav, "what if Wayne see's?" "he'll probably wanna join us for a wanking party!" Jeremy answered. Jeremy returned has hand to his mates hard cock, he loved their wanking sessions down in the woods and secretly wondered how far they would eventually go with each other. "Uh, ahhh, yeah man stroke my cock" Gavin implored, "pull on my bollocks, I love it when you do that!" Jeremy continued slowly wanking his friends hard rod. "Get yours out too" said Gavin "scoot up and sit beside me so we can pull each other off at the same time!" Jeremy removed his hand reluctantly from Gavin's pulsing tool and tugged his trackies down, as he turned he exposed his bare arse to his mate, without thinking, Gavin slipped a finger into his mouth and brought it to the other boys arse. "What you doing?" asked Jeremy "Don't tell me you never touch your hole when you have a wank at home?" Gavin enquired. "Well, um, yeah once or something!" said Jeremy defensively. He sat back down next to his friend and resumed his wanking motion on his knob. Gavin had brought his finger to his nose and sniffed it leisurely, there was a slightly musky aroma but not a shitty one has he had expected. "You dirty fucking bastard!" Jeremy said. At this, Gavin pushed his finger in his mouth and said "oh, butty you don't know how dirty I fucking can be!" Then, with no warning, he pushed his finger toward his friend and yelled "smell your own arse dude, its fucking lush!" As he brought his other hand back to his mates fuckstick, he noticed it throbbed slightly more expectantly. Back at the tree, Wayne continued his smooth stroking motion on Kris' cock, "reckon the other boys are up for a wanking session then?" he asked Kris. "Spect so, them two are always ready to pull each others puds" Kris responded. "Come on then, lets test the water!" Wayne suggested. They both pushed their pulsating members back into their jeans but failed to zip them up. As they walked slowly back to the den, Kris said "watch this" as he pulled his knob back out of his Calvin's and jeans and standing by the entrance of the den, he whistled slowly and stood in front of the opening with his legs spread and his drooling fuckmeat pointing directly into the small enclosure. Jeremy who had continued working his friend's thick dick, said "Champion the fucking Wonder Horse is back!" and placed his other hand on Kris' cock. Kris bent down and saw that the other two had their hard cocks out and said to Wayne, "step forward and let the wankfest commence!" Wayne peered into the den and sucked in his breath at the sight of not just one but three teenaged boys with raging hard-ons, "fuck me! Its just like when I was a kid! Let me in lads!" and he eagerly dropped into the den. There's an art to the perfect wanking party boys, Kris come in and sit opposite me, Gav move around so as you're opposite Jeremy and I'll sit with my back to the entrance, there now a fucking full on jerking circle!" Wayne hunched slightly on his legs as he tugged his jeans down, his own rigid pole shot out and smacked his belly, as he shucked his jeans down further, Gavin noticed his hairy arse crack, his cock began to leak more. "Now, left hand around, I'll take Gav's cock, Gav take Kris' and Kris take Jeremy's, Jer you complete the circle by grabbing mine. There's only one rule, slowly does it and who ever comes first has to suck the rest of us off!" Jeremy and Gavin murmured slightly and Wayne was unsure whether it was nerves at his last statement or expectation. Gently, Wayne started the quartet off by expertly sliding his whole hand down over Gavin's meat and bringing it back up where he brushed the boys exposed bell end with his thumb. He noticed the tenderness with which Kris held onto Jeremy's meat and the look that Jeremy shared with Gav. He reasoned that these guys, apart from being best mates shared a love for each other, the kind of love he too shared with his best friends, Conrad and Patrick. God, he thought it wasn't too long ago that he'd been circle jerking with Conrad and now here he was sharing the same pleasures with his mate's youngest son! Gavin who loved the feel of Wayne's hand on his cock wondered if his father had shared this kind of experience with Wayne? "You and my dad ever do this then Wayne, You know, wank each other off then?" "Aye son, all the time as kids, even later on when we first started going on the rugby tours. A couple of pints and a smoke does something to a man and if there's no cunt about, well ..." he trailed off. Jeremy had Wayne's cock gripped hard and was choking his thick pole, pulling the foreskin down and revealing the shining head and then squeezing the shaft as he quickly gave several short tugs and then resumed the quicker strokes that partially covered the man's glans. "Oh, fuckin' A1! Boy you give a cracking hand job!" Wayne sighed as he looked directly into Jeremy's eyes, Jeremy returned the gaze and quickly winked at the older man as he furtively slipped his tongue from his mouth and dramatically licked his lips. The meaning was not lost on Wayne whose cock twitched eagerly. Gavin who continued his steady pounding of Kris' cock had also noticed the look that was exchanged between Jeremy and Wayne, he removed his hand slowly, much to Kris' chagrin, and brought it first to his nose and sniffed deeply the smell of his best friends cock and then slipped two fingers into his mouth. The three other males, who had stopped their own actions, watched as Gavin then brought his hand back to Kris' knobhead and rubbed the wet fingers gently over the drooling piss slit. He then brought his fingers back to his mouth and sucked on them lewdly. Wayne, had been mesmerized by this finely timed and highly erotic display. Next Gavin dropped his fingers onto Wayne's own cock helmet and ran his wet fingers over the piss slit and down past the crown and to the fraenulum. Wayne spread his legs wider and begged the boy "go on son, just do what you think comes naturally!" Gavin moved his fingers further south before bringing them slowly into contact with the older mans hairy nutsack. The boy tweaked and pulled the ballbag of the man and Wayne moved his legs further apart. His knee trembled anxiously against Jeremy's, Gavin continued his journey and pushed his fingers down past Wayne's hot bollocks and up to his moist, hairy arsehole. Jeremy, who had started to slowly wank on Wayne's cock again reached over and grabbed onto Kris' cock and commenced to wank both hard cock's with one steady rhythm. Gavin circled his fingers around Wayne's hole and inquisitively poked his index finger further. Wayne moved to allow access for the boys fingers as Kris sat up on his own haunches and swooped his mouth down, clashing clumsily against Wayne's, masculine, stubbled face. At the same time, Jeremy dropped his head into Wayne's lap and gently flicked his knobhead with his wet tongue. "Argh, ah, oh, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck yeah! Three hot boys working me, yeah!" Wayne spat out lustily after Kris had removed his mouth from his. Gavin who was still fingering Wayne's hot mancunt had managed to squeeze a second finger into the hot hole; he wriggled them both around in his damp trench as he sought out his target. Wayne felt his cum boiling from deep within himself and sighed yet again, "finger my arse boy, get 'em right up my pussy!" Jeremy continued his sucking motion, lapping the piss slit and savouring every salty, sweet drop. Dipping down further he took the cock deeper into his mouth and, amazing himself, felt his throat opening up to swallow the salty tool deeper still. Frenziedly, Wayne began slow gentle thrusts upward and as he came down, met with Gavin's own upward thrusts. Kris, mesmerised by the sight, wanked slowly on his own massive shagpole, slipping his thumb up his shaft and across his glans over his pisshole, he accumulated a sizeable amount of his own precum and moved his hand slowly towards Wayne's face. Rubbing his thumb across the man's mouth he slipped it in slowly as Wayne, his face a picture of pure ecstasy and lust, sucked it greedily into his mouth. His bucking becoming faster as the blowjob became more enthusiastic, Wayne slammed himself down hard on Gavin's fingers. "Oh, fuck, fuck, Jesus fucking Christ! Yeah, oh, please, please, shove those fingers up my hairy arse, suck me, suck my fucking cock, oh! Yeah, I wanna cum, I wanna shoot my fucking cocksnot down your throat boy, argh, argh, cummin', cummin', I wanna cum now!" he moaned loadly. "Shh, shoot it, shoot it, fill my friends hot gob full of your jism, shoot your fucking thick dickslime! Finger his arsehole more Gav, make him come!" rasped Kris. Then, a tidal wave of the most intense and deep-seated lust swept completely over and throughout Wayne's body, Gavin who had been fingering the man in earnest found his prized and most secret position. Pushing slowly, yet solidly, he had found his prostate. Wayne's cock twitched and pulsed hard in Jeremy's sucking mouth and released a thick, hot flood of gooey manjuice into the boys eager gob. Gushing his boiling, salty liquid all the way into Jeremy's willing mouth. "Ahh, oh, fu, fu, fucking class! You boys ..." he panted. Jeremy removed his face from Wayne's dick and reached across to Kris. Throwing his hand behind his mate's neck he pulled him towards him where they shared a hot, cumfilled kiss. Gavin who was busily, sucking on his hot, sticky fingers pulled them from his mouth and offered them to Jeremy who sucked them quickly into his mouth as Gavin reached for Kris and Kris passed on Wayne's cum to him. Gavin kissed Kris deeply and was pleased at the amount of cum left in his best friend's mouth. He turned to Wayne, who was still panting and pulled him towards him and shared the remnants of the man's own cum. Looking around the den, Jeremy noticed he and his friends had still not cum. "What did you say Wayne? Whoever cums first has to suck the rest of the group off? Well, looks like you've got your work cut out then don't it!" As the three boys laughed and Wayne, exhausted from his ordeal, nodded slowly. Outside, at the rear of the den and peering in through a small hole in the roof, Leonnie, who had come to collect any stray glasses was mesmerized by the scene she had partially witnessed. Shocked at first at seeing her own son and his best friends with the much older Wayne, who had, on occasion been a fuck partner of hers. She had watched transfixed for the past five or so minutes as her boy and his friends had brought Wayne to a shattering climax. Inspite of herself, she had continued watching as the older man, expertly and eagerly sucked each boy off and shared with them their own cum. Unbeknownst to her as to why, she had pushed her skirt up slightly around her waist and bawdily fingered herself to within thirty seconds of a climax. Gripping onto the roof of the den as she pinched her clit as Wayne had swallowed the last of the boy's cum. Stood at the opposite corner of the beer garden, behind a tree, out of sight to Leonnie and the group in the den (they were both within his own line of vision) was Dennis Stables. At his feet lay a pool of fresh cum. Not sure what turned him on more, stumbling upon the sight of the foursome in the den, or the appearance of Leonnie and the revelation of the woman's knickerless snatch and her own quick wanking session. He had wanked furiously shooting several thick gobs of cum onto the ground. "we'll probably be back late!" his earlier words to his wife echoed in his head. "Oh yes, this is going to be a day out to remember!" he thought as a plan formulated in his own head. To Be Continued ... ?