The Miner And His Daughter

“Goodnight,” Agnes whispered, kissing him before she disappeared into the darkness. He started to cry out because she had taken the blanket and left him laying naked, but the blanket suddenly hit him in the face. He cursed quietly as he redressed and threw the blanket over his body.

“You have to look for the vein when she peters out like that,” John said, wiggling his hand like a snake as he explained. Their voices echoed in the long dark tunnel.

“Gold starts out in a long, straight vein. She comes up out of the earth in one of those volcanos like water, then cools and becomes solid. It’s all laid out in a straight line. Then the earth shifts, it rumbles and fall here, or raises there, and that long straight vein of gold becomes a broken shambles. The trick is too keep looking. The rest of that vein had to go up, down, or sideways. You hardly ever see them just stop.”

“They all have to stop,” Race said as he swung the pick.
“Oh sure, they all stop,” John agreed as he dumped a shovel full of rock into the car. “But they narrow down, thin out a mite. They don’t just stop like it’s been cut off. That’s what this one did. It just stopped suddenly.”
“Well why don’t you go outside and get the lay of the land,” Race said, wiping the sweat from his face and leaning against the handle of the pick.

“Tried that, fell asleep,” John said, scraping an area of the floor clean with his shovel. He tossed it into the cart and sat on the floor. He pulled a small bottle out of a water bucket, shook off the dripping water, and pulled the cork.

“Set a spell,” John said, waving him forward. Race dropped the pick and sat next to John. He took the offered bottle and drank deeply. Fire burned down his throat and filled his stomach.
“Gin,” John said with a grin. “Good for what ails you. I heard you and Dirty fooling around last night,” John said, digging Race in the ribs and winking. “She’s quite a gal, isn’t she?”
“She sure is.”

“She wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for this,” John said, holding up the bottle. His left hand rested casually on Race’s leg. He wasn’t offended enough to make a point of it, but it did seem peculiar.
“How?” Race asked, wiping his mouth.

“I came in with a poke one night. Must of had two hundred dollars in dust and nuggets,” he said, drinking again. “I usually don’t cotton to women. They’re nasty, greedy creatures put on this earth to trap a man and put him in a harness. All a man really wants is a little cooze, but she’ll use that to trap him every time. There was this good looking woman in Tucson, a place called Big Nosed Kate’s place. Real swinging joint. This woman got me stinking drunk, started sort of feeling me up, and the next thing I knew I was having sex with a woman for the first… and last time of my life. I have to admit, I liked it while I was drunk. But when I sobered up I paid her and hightailed it out of there.”

He drank again and handed the bottle to Race. Race drank several swallows and sat back feeling the liquor burn all the way down to his balls. Before he knew it he found his penis getting hard. He’d never tasted Gin before. He’d have to remember this side effect, it might come in handy.

“I went back to Big Nosed Kate’s a few years later. There was Myrtle again. After work she showed me the cutest little girl I have ever seen. Had green eyes, just like me. Turned out, she was my daughter. Myrtle died of the syphilis a few years later and Dirty’s been with me ever since.”

“She’s a nice girl,” Race said. He suddenly realized that he was sitting in a dark tunnel with a man who hated women, his penis was hard as a rock, and the man had his hand on his leg. What the hell was he doing? It was time to get back to camp, he decided. Before he could rise he felt a hand on the head of his cock. He hissed in surprise and hunger. The hand tightened over his cock and he moaned and closed his eyes. He leaned his head back against the rock wall of the tunnel.
“This might seem kind of strange to you at first,” John whispered. “Men don’t normally share something like this. But me being who I am, I have to use every dirty trick that comes along. Gin is one of my favorites. Get’s any man hard in minutes.”

“I… I’m not sure I’m up to this,” Race mumbled.
“Nothing to it, just sit back and I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is enjoy it.”
Race smelled the strong liquor on his breath. He kept his eyes closed as John’s hands fumbled with the buttons on his pants. He finally helped John out, with his own shaky hands. He jerked his pants down and open, suddenly desperate for John’s manipulations. It would seem sick and disgusting to him later, but with so much Gin in his body, it was exactly what he needed. John wordlessly bent down and took his penis in his mouth. Race made believe it was Audrey and felt a little better.

The moist heat on his cock was intense. He shuddered and stiffened. The heat flowed from his cock to his ass. The soft lips were sealed around his cock, applying suction as they rose and fell. There was no sound in the cave but their harsh breathing. Occasionally a wet sound came from John’s lips, and Race’s cock. He felt an intense heat growing in his balls. Maybe the illicite nature of this blowjob made it more intense, or maybe John was just very good at it. Either way he would have a huge orgasm.

Having never actually seen Audrey naked, he made a vague mental picture of her firm breasts and tight little ass. This helped a little.

“Oh God that feels so good,” Race whispered. His voice echoed in the stone tunnel. Somewhere far away water dripped. The air was stale in the tunnel, but cool, considering how hot it was outside.

Those lips felt incredible. He curled his toes in response to the intense delight. John stopped and sucked gently, while his tongue played with the top and side of his cock. Race felt his juices being drawn from the tip of his cock, like a thick milkshake through a tiny straw.

John pulled his lips off Race’s cock and stroked it for a moment in his fist, then refilled his mouth and bobbed up and down on the stroking fist. Race realized that his orgasm was coming.
“It’s time,” Race warned John. He didn’t know if a man who sucked a dick, drank the cum of another man. It seemed sick, but somehow very erotic. He waited as the heat grew in his balls. He panted louder over John’s bent head. He couldn’t believe it was a man’s head in his lap. He had almost convinced himself that it was Audrey. The tingling started deep inside his loins. Fire intensified to an intolerable level. With a moan, he stiffened, then hissed as the thick hot cum came pumping out of his cock. John sucked steadily, eagerly drinking down Race’s sweet cum. They stayed frozen like that for over half a minute, with Race stiffned against the side of the tunnel, and John drinking quietly.

As Race felt his orgasm begin to wane, John sucked harder to draw the last of his cum from his wilting cock. Race withstood it for as long as he could, then he hastily pushed John away.
“How’d you like it?” John asked with a sly smile. He took a long swallow of Gin, then handed the bottle to Race.

“To be truthful,” Race said as he took a drink, then drank again, finishing the bottle. “It was incredible. I may feel sick about it a little later, when the Gin wears off, but that was damned good. Possibly the best I’ve ever had. Hey, how’d you find out about that little trick with the Gin?”
“It’s what Audrey’s ma used on me,” he cackled, climbing to his feet and disappearing down the tunnel.