Page 40 of Blowing Off Steam

He knew it drove Rushy wild to see him seemingly powerless like that. Rushy had gone loco the first time he’d hoisted Field up by that pulley and eagerly groped his prick and balls. That the old man—or was it the two lusty youths, or Stan Sitwell even?—watched with a prurient frenzy had only sent Rushy further over the top, Field knew. Right now, they had succeeded in collecting an audience of one, an older fellow with bushy eyebrows wearing an absurd Zouave’s tassled cap.

Rushy rotated his hips against Field, capturing the phallus beneath his hip bone. “That’s the German invert who likes fondling my balls. He’s drooling over your big, hulking cock now, Field.”

Running a hand up Field’s chest, Rushy pinched a nipple, and a surge of lust shot through Field, right down to his balls. As usual they were performing in plain daylight while steaming upriver, and a luxurious breeze wafted in the opened windows, shimmering heat waves reflecting off the wide stretches of valley beyond.

Field, too, rotated his hips, the better to feel the pin thrust up his asshole. He found that if he hoisted himself up a few inches using the strength of the lines slung over the pulley, when he plunged himself back down atop the pin, it was the way he imagined being fucked by another man must feel. There was even a little wiggle to the wheel, for Rushy had not tied it down completely. The big wooden penis jiggled in his ass, rubbing inner spots Field had never imagined could be rubbed. “It’s your balls that invert wants to lick, Rushy. Not mine.”

Rushy’s eyes seemed to grow fierier the more eagerly Field fucked himself on the pin. Calliope approached with glowing eyes, running a hot hand down the slope of Field’s back to lustily grab a handful of his haunch where it spread out against the wheel ring that held the spokes in place. She was bolder than Rushy and slid her naughty hand around front to wrap her little fist around his pulsating meat. She used her thumb to smear about the drops of jism that had already been discharged, and Field inhaled with a hiss at the pure pleasure.

Calliope said, “It’s your cock, Field. That perverted pederasta grabbing his crotch is drooling over your nice fat penis. He can’t see Rushy’s cock. He’s not even looking at Rushy.”

Field was proud of the way his pectorals, biceps, and abdomen muscles stood out in sharp relief when he hoisted himself up by the pulley. He was a hale, athletic bastard, he knew. And he knew that German pederasta was foaming at the mouth watching his muscles flex. He played it to the hilt to seduce the twisted invert, and he was gratified when the dough-head popped his broadfall buttons and took his little, red, crooked tool out. This was a new power—the power to arouse strangers, even if they were utter reprobates.

Calliope exhaled a stream of musty opium smoke in Field’s face. He breathed deeply of the library aroma. He already knew he’d enjoy opium many times in the future, that’s how heady the effect was. She must have put the pipe back onto the layout tray, for now she gripped the back of his neck and sucked on his earlobe while thumbing the bulging glans of his prick. “He’s looking at your delicious cock, Field. He’s wishing he was the one buried deep in your ass.”

Field hoisted himself a few inches on the pulley, lasciviously rotating his hips as he sank back down on the wooden dildo. The reprobate, who faced him directly, separated only by a pane of glass, jerked on his own bone so assiduously it looked as though it pained him. Rivulets of sweat cascaded down his furrowed forehead as a thread of spittle leaked from his lower lip.

“Hey, Field,” Rushy protested. “That’s my nan-boy you’re entertaining now. Herr Bloch wants me, you bastard.”

“Go get your own nan-boy.” Field grinned. “He’s mine now.”

Apparently his toying with the pilot’s wheel was exciting someone else. Calliope rudely shoved Rushy away from the wheel and took his spot. “Good Lord, Field,” she murmured with heavily lidded eyes. “You’re a beautiful, gorgeous load of man.” She brushed her lips against his, and Field tasted the claret and opium she’d imbibed. Mushrooms and onions from her galley coated her mouth, as she was making a roast sirloin of beef. She licked his lower lip as she salaciously corkscrewed his bulging penis using the drips of sperm to lubricate his pole. “Do you know how much I desire you?”

“No,” Field replied, teasingly. He wanted to hear it.

He felt her smile against his mouth. “Just watching you makes me wet. So wet I’m dripping down my thigh.”

It was so unusual to even hear a woman say the word “thigh,” Field instantly felt about to spurt. He raised himself up and down on the pin to send the blood to his asshole instead of his prick, but it didn’t seem to help. He sucked on her lovely strawberry mouth. “Callie. I’d love to lap up your juices, but I’m stuck in this position for now.”

She giggled. “And what a strapping position it is, my big stallion.” She raised one slipper and balanced herself by placing her toes on the mouthpiece of the speaking tube. To maintain her balance and allow Field to continue to fuck himself on the wheel, she reached a hand up—

“No!” Rushy cried. He grabbed her hand and yanked it away from the bell pull. “That’s the steam whistle!”

“Oh.” Calliope grinned lazily, rubbing the tip of her nose against Field’s, tickling his balls with the nails of her other hand. “I’ll wait to pull that one until I’ve satisfied you.”

Damnation! Was she truly going to satisfy him? Rushy had been the only one to bring him to completion thus far, and the prospect of Calliope…Field was panting so shallowly he felt light-headed. “Damnation, woman. Do it, or I’ll explode in your hand.”

“Rushy,” Calliope breathed. “Is it all right if I—”

“Dammit!” Field shouted. “You don’t need Rushy’s permission. Suck me, Callie!”

Calliope breathed, “With pleasure,” and instantly dropped to her knees.

“Saint Michael!” Field cried as the dear woman inhaled the entire length of his cock down her throat. He squirmed and swiveled his ass lewdly, simultaneously fucking both Calliope’s mouth and the pin in a double wave of ecstasy. Only vaguely did he notice Herr Bloch ejaculate against the window glass in globs of white, and reliable old Stan Sitwell, who was supposed to be below manning the firebox, shoved him aside and taok his place in the audience with gleaming eyes. He had probably heard their antics through the speaking tube.

As Calliope noisily suctioned his pulsing cock, Rushy stepped up to the wheel and took Field’s jawbone in his hand. “Land’s sake,” Rushy said thickly. “You look stunning being sucked like that. Skewered on that wheel like an obedient prisoner.” He plastered his wet, open mouth to Field’s, emanating saltwater and smoke, humping his erect penis through his pants against Field’s nude hip. Rushy mingled his fingers in Calliope’s elaborate blonde coiffure as though to encourage her in her sucking of his partner’s prick. Now he gnawed on Field’s earlobe and throat as he pinched Field’s nipple so tautly that Field gasped and filled Calliope’s mouth with a small, insistent gusher of jism.

“Fuck that dildo, Field,” Rushy said in a new demanding tone. “You like having that hard, long thing up your ass, don’t you? It makes you hot.”

“God, it makes me hot. I wish it was your cock screwing me up the ass.” Dear Lord, why had he said that? Field said the damndest things when aroused beyond belief.

But it made Rushy smile and snake his tongue into Field’s mouth to lick the roof of his mouth. “You damned perverted pederasta,” Rushy whispered. Shoving Field’s hips back down on to the pin, he snarled, “Fuck that long dildo, Field. Shove that thing up your tight, virginal ass. Shoot your load into her pretty little mouth.”

It was the “fuck that long dildo” that got to Field, and he instantly exploded into Calliope’s pretty little mouth. Rushy held the back of her head so she was forced to gulp mouthful after mouthful as Field spewed. Waves of ecstasy jerked and twitched his hips as Calliope struggled to swallow his seed, and when Rushy bent and bit down on his nipple, he roared like a dying bison.

Calliope finally detached her mouth with a giant gasp as Field strove to shove Rushy off his nipple. “God!” he cried. “Knock that off, you nasty bugger!”

Rushy stood upright, chuckling fondly as he stroked Field’s chin. “She gets a taste of a meal I’ve enjoyed before.”