Tunnel Vision

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Derrick picked his way through the fallen rubble, his flashlight shining in all directions, as he tried to estimate the damage done by the fallen bricks. He couldn’t believe how little there really was, but still, he had to be certain. That, added with being partnered with a new guy, was making it slow going.

Still he couldn’t complain too much. He had Scully working ahead, and was following behind, making sure that nothing was missed. One missed brick, one missed gap in a supporting brick, and next train through could result in something he didn’t even want to think about.

He had been working the line for nearly ten years now. It was an odd job, walking the tunnels, checking for fallen debris, keeping the tracks clear. Strange at how there was always something new to find in the dark tunnels. Like last week it was a pram, stuffed with baby stuff, but thankfully no baby. Still, a few hundred quid of goods, not to mention that the pram was rather pricey looking.

How it got in the tunnel was a mystery, but he never worried about that. He just reported it, or sent it to the depot for safe keeping. Course, there were one or two items he didn’t send along, like the time he found a shaking runaway sleeping in an alcove of the tunnel.

If it hadn’t been for the bright yellow strips of the young man’s vest, he’d have missed him. Still, the 19 year old shouldn’t have been there. One wrong toss in his sleep and he’d be on the rails, which had happened. There had been too many street people killed or worse, maimed, from sleeping inside the tunnels. Least this one had the sense to wear a proper vest. Still, if he had fallen onto the tracks, it wouldn’t have done him much good.

Besides, as he trudged along, he was getting too old for all this. A nice pint, feet up on a stool, the local team kicking ass of the cross town rivals, was all he wanted. His time of shagging everything in sight was long gone, besides not many of the types he liked wanted to do an old geezer like him.

Mind you he didn’t really think he was that old. Sure he had just celebrated his 40^th birthday, but he was still fit. He might have a bit of gray hair, his beard might be a bit longer, but his body was still as trim as it was when he had been playing football at college. His belly was just as flat, his waist still fit nicely into a pair of 28 size pants, and age hadn’t shrivelled up his manhood either. He could still get that old pecker up, and keep it up without any need of pills or other devices.

Still, many of the younger lads looked at him as if he was a grandpa. Like what did they know? That street kid sure was surprised by how good he could be, which is one more reason why he kept his eyes on his new partner. He wouldn’t mind a bit of a rumble with him, given how he looked. Still, Scully was older, not his usual type but he had that look, that certain walk, that just screamed for some of Derricks more desirable sexual needs.

He was the type who liked it hard and a bit rough. Not too rough, none of that real BDSM stuff but still, some of it was okay. Looking at Scully scamper over some fallen bricks, he saw how his buttock moved, and wondered what it would be like to stick his hand between those cheeks, to sort of just spread them apart, and drive his fingers into the warm tunnel.

Scully looked like the type that would not only take it, but want a damn site more than one or two of his rather lengthy fingers. He sure wouldn’t mind accommodating him that need either. In some ways, he rather enjoyed the sensation of fingering, and moving up the scale, until his whole hand was wedged inside a guy.

To be able to feel his rectum contract around his wrist, to feel it shudder as he moved his fingers and balled them up into a fist, always got him close. It was an art too, as not many really knew how to do it right, without causing the wrong kind of pain. He knew how, everyone he did, said so, and many came back for seconds and thirds, so they couldn’t have been telling him any porkers. It had to be the truth.

He wished Scully would be one of those. The guy wasn’t what you would call a looker, and the bald head, the tats, all gave him a rather rough look, that turned many off. Hell, that is what got him horny. To see that bald scalp, the eyes that peered out from under the forehead, all added up to a nice piece. Now if only he could figure out a way to let him know, to see if he’d play his way or not, without getting into trouble.

The street kid had seemed okay, though he did make a beef at the district office afterwards. Maybe he should have given him the ten quid, but hell, he hadn’t asked for it upfront, so he didn’t feel obligated. Besides, he had been trespassing, and he let him go on that, so why the fuss?

Glancing up, he couldn’t see the yellow of Scully’s vest, and he picked up his pace a little, not wanting to lose out on watching his ass move. He was picking his way when he finally spotted the yellow glimmer, that was stationary, and off up on the walk. For a second, Derrick thought he might have found something, so he picked up the pace even more, and as he got closer, he noticed that Scully was leaning forward, sort of.

He was standing with his hips jutting forward, but his head and upper back was leaning rearwards. His feet were spread apart, and as he got closer, he heard the sound of water splattering on cement. Shining his flashlight towards the younger man, he saw the beam sparkle a little, as well as a bit of white. For a moment, it didn’t register, then as he saw Scully turn his head towards him, it dawned on him what was happening.

The guy was taking a whiz, and he had missed most of it. He felt like he had just been cheated out of something good, as he came closer. Derrick also noted that the sound of pee hitting the ground had stopped, yet Scully was stationary. His body wasn’t moving, nor was he rushing to turn his back, to hide his exposed genitals.

As he walked up, he notice Scully staring at him. It was strange, but it was almost as if he was waiting for him, wanting him to catch him with his pants down. And down they were too.

Coming closer he noticed that Scully hadn’t just unzipped, but had actually dropped his work pants. He could see his pale skin casting its glow in the darkness. The yellow stripes on his vest adding to the optical illusion. Still, he felt a lump in his own crotch, and reached down to adjust it. Naturally he used the hand holding the torch, and there was mistaking the way Scully followed the beam directly to Derricks groin.

This might work out, he thought as he climbed up onto the thin walk, to make it easier to traverse the distance. He couldn’t help but notice how the eyes kept their focus on him, kept watching him, yet also glancing down long enough to keep checking his package out. It was all rather hot, exciting, in a way he hadn’t experienced for some time.

He was a bit surprised when he finally stood next to Scully. His dick was still hanging out, but it certainly wasn’t limp. Hell, it looked like the banger he had for lunch, so thick, so full of hot juice. Derrick couldn’t help but lick his lips as he stared, which brought a bit of a sly grin to Scully’s dirt covered face.

It was the eyes that did it for him. They opened wide then narrowed as they stared down at Derrick’s own bulging crotch. He got the message, and undid the pants, suddenly feeling like he had an urge to pee. Just like Scully, he didn’t just unzip, and dropped the work pants and shorts to his ankles. He stepped closer, and turned to look at the wall.

It was odd, but he took hold of his penis, to aim it at the wall, when he felt Scully shuffle closer, then he felt the brush of the man’s vest against his own. It sent a chill up his spine, as next he felt a hand reach back, to run alongside his exposed buttocks. Derrick felt his body shaking, as the hand moved along his cheeks, then across.

As he dropped his hold on his cock, Derrick turned his face, to stare at Scully, who was peering back at him. He saw the wrinkles outlined by the dirt, the dark patches near the nose, and under the chin. Somehow, it all looked so inviting, that he reached across, to take hold of Scully’s still exposed cock.

He heard a small little murmur, then he felt the cock jerk, felt it thicken just a bit, then the sound of water made him glance downwards. Derrick felt himself tremble, as he saw the stream of liquid pouring out of the blood gorged penis. It was amazing, as he felt the splatter on the back of his hand, and even on his exposed thighs. The warm pee startled him a little, but it also got his own cock thicker, as he stared down at it. As he did, he felt the hand move off his bare buttocks, and reach around to take hold of it.

The touch of Scully’s hand wrapping around his cock made him moan a little, which also made Scully move even closer to him. It was so tentative at first, that it felt like his first date. Both scared shitless, as they began to explore the other, not sure what either wanted, or were willing to do.

He let his own body shuffle closer and his hand began to move, to touch and explore the exposed body more, and each time he took hold of Scully’s cock, he felt it jerk and spurt out some more golden liquid. The guy had the most amazing control over his body, it was breath taking. To just touch him, to feel him spurt, was making him feel very aroused.

The smell too was intoxicating. The mixture of pee, of sweat, of the dank tunnel itself, all helped to make him feel daring. A quick glance up, then he moved his hand around, twisted his entire body so he could look at the other man’s backside, at those cheeks he had been dreaming about. They were even more arousing, close up & naked. The flesh was firm, as he ran his hand over them, then in a flash, he let go of a hard whack, to see them jiggle, to hear the sound reverberate through the tunnel.

Scully didn’t flinch too much, instead he leaned forward, his arms now outstretched to rest up against the cold brick wall in front. He shuffled backwards a step or two, then spread his legs a bit wider. It was pure heaven for Derrick, who moved around to stand behind the younger man. The sound of his belt dragging on the cement echoed, until he was finally behind, able to gaze fully at the bare buttocks.

Scully held them out, making them even more inviting. Derrick couldn’t resist, as he let his hand move over the twin mounds of flesh, then one finger slipped down the valley, to feel the moist tender skin. It was like a small little spring, the wetness, the smooth valley and then his finger found the spot.

It was puckered and shaking as his finger moved around, circling the tight mound of flesh wedged between the hills of Scully’s buttocks. He breathed in deeply as his finger explored the protruding ridges of the tiny hole, expertly making it shake, making it pucker even more. He could feel the tension, feel the excitement building, as he played around, lost in the moment.

Derrick paid not attention to anything around him. His finger moved around, in a tightening circle, then it hovered, just lightly touching the centre of the lovely tingling hole. He could feel it vibrate to his touch, making his head break out in beads of sweat. This was his chance, as he suddenly drove his finger forward, feeling the resistance.

Quickly he felt the muscles surrender, felt the soft silky lining of Scully’s insides. His finger probed deep and quick. He heard the quick intake of breath, but ignored it. His eyes narrowed, as his finger moved in and then around. Soon he had another finger resting inside the two cheeks. Derrick could feel the quivering cheeks, feel the excitement he was creating inside of Scully. It only added to his own arousal, as he let his one finger come out, then wrapped the other close over it, and once more dove deep inside.

The sound of his finger going in and out was echoing in the cavernous tunnel, along with Scully’s grunts. He leaned forward, to spit onto his fingers, between the two cheeks. The sound seemed to make Scully tighten at first, then he loosened up a bit more. Derrick continued to push, to twist his fingers inside, when he felt Scully reach back.

His hand was pulled back on, until he relented, allowing Scully to direct his hand. Standing there, he found it being pulled back around, to then be placed over the hard cock head. Just as his hand closed around, he felt the hot stream striking the palm and he got the idea. Moving his hand, he let Scully pee on it, coating it with his own liquid, then when it was fully moistened, he took his hand away, and once more positioned it between the cheeks.

His own body was leaning in, as he quickly inserted his fingers. He didn’t waste any time as he placed his whole hand inside, his fingers pushed closer together, forming a small beak like shape. The kind you made when doing shadow shows of a bird’s beak. Scully’s legs tried to spread apart further, held back by his pants. He moaned now, as Derrick pushed slowly, gradually forcing the man’s rectum to stretch open wider.

He could hear his own rapid breathing, as his fingers probed and stretched the tight muscles. The coating of pee helped, as finally he felt the first part of his fingers bury themselves inside. The warm, the surrounding tightness held them close. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to move them in and out, gradually getting more of his hand inside of Scully. He heard each grunt, felt each moan as he twisted his hand a little, making the fingers move from side to side.

The groaning only grew, as he thrust his hand further inside. His fingers wiggled, making Scully squirm and clench tighter. The tight little hole wasn’t so little, as Derrick could feel it stretching, feel it resisting too, as he continued to thrust in and out in a steady slow motion.

Sweat was dripping from his forehead, as he continued to twist and thrust. Each twist making Scully groan, and he could feel him, as he held onto his own cock, stroking it in time with the thrusts of Derrick’s fist. He could hear the hand sliding up and down the cock, and it only made him bite his lip, wanting to grab hold of his own cock, to stroke his own blood gorged pole. Instead he just thrust his fist in deeper, almost lifting Scully up off his feet, then slowly pull back, then once more in, hard and deep.

Scully was constantly moaning now, his breath was ragged, as was Derricks, as he continued to thrust in and out. His arm was sore, cramping up and he began to wiggle his fingers more, to keep the blood circulating. His head was swimming too, as he could smell the faint aroma of urine, mingled with sweat, fresh and stale. His own chest ached, as he continued to work Scully’s insides.

His legs were tightening, as he could hear Scully’s hand moving faster and faster with each thrust of his hand. The panting was growing louder, and he could feel the muscles inside quivering. Derrick knew it was close, as he started to slowly clench his fingers, gradually making them roll up into an actual fist shape. Scully cried out, yelled really, as Derricks hand closed up fully, and once more he began to thrust forward, slower, but deep.

It didn’t take long, for the tell tale tremble to start. Derrick felt it begin, felt the way the muscles inside were tingling, the way they were wrapping around his fist, then releasing it. He could feel the muscles around the hole quivering, feel them tense up, feel the cheeks contracting around his wrist, nearly cutting off his circulation. His body also began to tremble a little, as the quivering become more pronounced, more constant.

Scully’s entire body was shaking, as if a large train was passing by, just inches away. He could feel it, see it even, as the yellow of Scully’s vest vibrated, shook and shimmered. He watched the yellow, saw how they were blurring, how the buttocks was pushing back against his arm, and then the loud almost animal like cry came rushing out.

He knew immediately that Scully was shooting his load, and he began to withdraw his fist, relaxing it back into a beak shape, to easily remove it. The tremors were unreal, as he pushed his own body up into Scully’s. He felt the body leaning backwards, as he let his free hand reach around, to grab hold of the younger man.

The jolt was unreal, as his own body pressed forward, against Scully’s rear motion. His hand held tightly to the front thigh leg, as the body bucked and twisted in his grasp. The moan was constant, as the bucking gradually began to subside. His hand no longer buried deep inside.

Slowly, Scully pulled himself together, standing upright, on his own. His breathing was still hard, as he turned around, to stare directly into Derrick’s face. The eyes stared long at him, then glanced down at Derricks penis.

‘Your turn mate’ was all he said, as he moved off to the side.