Tommy Aisgarth gets buggered on t’ engine

ITommy Ainsgarth gets buggered on t’engine

It were a dark November night in Yorkshire. Nineteen Thirty something. It weren’t raining for once. Nor freezing neither. Nor fog. Lights of Grisegarth Signal box on t’ London and North Eastern Railway could be seen for miles.

Passenger train come past, headed for Grimsby, engine were off beat a bit. It were an old ‘un built be Beyers at Manchester for Lincolnshire and Yorkshire Railway. Four big driving wheels as big as a man and four little ‘uns out front. Over thirty year old, losing time but nowt they couldn’t mek up wi a bit o’speeding a bit over Ellerbeck viaduct and junction beyond.

Next along were Immingham goods. On footplate were young Tommy Aisgarth. He were real excited, officially like as he were engine cleaner, but he’s done exams for fireman and it were his first time out firing engine on long trip, He had been on shunting engines many times after having reached eighteen the age for working on engine footplate, but this were real thing.

Ted Moresely were driving, fat ugly pot bellied bloke, near as fat as he were tall, too bloody fat to get under engine to oil round proper like.

He were pissed off, he usually drove a big B5 class loco, built by George Robinson in 1922 but today he had a near new J39, a smaller cheaper engine built be Herbert Gresley what weren’t really up to job so they shortened train to 40 wagon, 600 tons.

It were maximum load for J39 and Tommy had to work like a trojan, shovelling coal trying to keep up steam. He were sweating buckets, he stripped off his Jacket and then his shirt as he shovelled coal inexpertly into the ravenous firebox of the loco. Ted kept the regulator half open and the valves in full gear to make Tommy sweat. He could have saved half the coal if he’d pulled up up and opened regulator but he were a sadistic sod.

The banged and crashed up through Grisegarth and past Moresby top to summit box, all signals off and only two minutes down with water bobbing in the bottom nut of gauge glass, Ted shut regulator and shouted for Tommy to put live steam injector on to fill boiler.

Engine began to pick up speed, Tommy went to put tea can on firing plate for a brew.

“Plenty of time for that lad,” Ted says, “Time for a bit of fun.”

“Fun Ted?” Tommy asked.

“Fun, get thee pants down I wan’t to bugger thee,” Ted laughed.

“Bloody hell, bugger me, I mean not bugger me but don’t bugger me like.” Tommy blustered.

“Look lad, on footplate Driver’s in charge and I’m Driver reet?” Ted explained, “And I fancies ramming me cock up thee’s ass, not that I ent queer nor nothing, just that wanking meks thee blind and I’d rather spend cash on beer than on’t ‘ores.

“I dunno Ted,” Tommy says, “I ent ad a wench let alone be buggered.”

“You refusing an order from thee driver?” Ted asks, “Sacking offense is that.”

“Now hang on!” Tommy proested, “Buggery’s bloody illegal!”

“I’ll tell they as thee let water down and never looked out for signals, told I to get stuffed and made I shovel coal as thee were too knackered to do on’t.” Ted warned.

“Thee’s a nasty bugger,” says Tommy as train picked up speed down bank, “But I ‘ant no choice ‘as I.”

Well loco were blowing off steam and water were coming up in glass so Tommy opened fire doors to cool .

“Come on don’t bugger about,” Ted insisted

Reluctantly Tommy undid his belt and slipped his pants down.

Ted smirked “Brace thee self agin the backplate,” he chuckled.

“It’s bloody red hot!” Tommy protested.

“Bugger, bloody Gresley, bloody GC engines has them lagged,” Ted cursed, “Hang on to bloody water scoop instead.

Tommy stood wi his breeks around his ankles gripping on to water scoop wheel while Ted eased hs braces off of his sholders and dropped his coveralls to reveal a short fat ugly cock barely poking out as far as his fat gut.

Ted wobbled as he aimed hs cock at Tommy’s ass but missed half a dozen times when suddely wallop.

Teds cock pressed an inch into Tommy’s tight ass hole as the engine stopped pretty near dead.

There was a fearsome crashing of busted wood and metal engine reared up at back end and Ted and Tommy was flung against the boiler.

Tommy was stunned, he thought it was the shock of his ass hole busting but then Ted was screaming and there was coal off the tender and busted wood all around.