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My stepbrother and I have been working for three years on building a bar in my basement, my brother and I had started on some of the cabinets and it took us a year due to my brother had several different cancers show up and with chemo treatments and surgery he wasn't able to work on the bar cabinets for a year and then when it was all and done, we started to work our butts off trying to get caught back up on getting the bar built.
I decided instead of us wasting time on building the cabinets for the back wall we would start on the bar itself, he agreed but with his health he needed me to run the saw and drill hole while he told me what to do and watched to make sure I was doing it right. We got the lower cabinets done and started on the lower countertop and sink area. We knew how we wanted it and had talked to a plumber friend of ours about how we could use the floor drain as the sink drain and when it came time for us to install the sink and have the plumbing done, our regular plumber died and joined his wife in heaven. We tried to get ahold of his son to come and hook up the drain but there was no number where we could call him at.
But as luck would have it, my stepbrother was talking to his granddaughter and she told him how her new husband was now a plumber and he could possibly help us with getting the pipe hooked up and hooked to the water supply and floor drain. He came over on a Saturday afternoon and we talked to him about what we wanted and after about an hour he had figured out how to do what we wanted. We installed the sink and got everything he needed to hook up the water and all the pipes to hook up the drain. We agreed that we would pay him for the work, and he didn't want to take any money at first and we told him either he took the money, or we would report him. He knew it was all talk, but he took the money and within two hours had all the plumbing hooked up and the water running. We gave him the money and he said thanks. Now it was up to us to get the top of the bar done. My stepbrother's health got worse and he said that I would have to do more work then he thought but I was up to it. I wanted the bar itself done before anything else and worse than anyone else.
I hosted orgies in the basement and would have water and pop to people to drink and popcorn to snack on so I wanted to use the top of the bar instead of a fold up table that we were using which took up a lot of room that could be used for more sex play. We were glad the winter weather was mild, and we would be able to work in the garage and get the heaters to keep us warm enough to work. We started working on the top of the bar and within a week had it cut and finish on it. Now we just had to cut the edges again and then work on getting it down in my basement. Being 12-foot-long it was going to be hard, but I figured that we had removed several sofas when I had the floor finished with vinyl that it wouldn't be that hard in getting the top down the stairs. After three hours my friend and I finally got it down the stairs, and in place. We had to readjust the supports and screw them down from the bottom. That was so much fun to say the least. Now we had to come up with the arm rest. Now remember I had just learned how to use the table saw and router and my roommate not being healthy, and we were going to start on the edge rail on a Saturday that I was going to be the last Saturday off. Due to the orders at work were increasing and we would have to either get our butts working faster and harder or we were going to have to work Saturdays.
I stayed up on this Friday night and did some work on my computer getting some computer work done and some housework done. It was a raining night and they were predicting snow so I decided to put some salt on the stairs so incase the rain froze the salt would melt it. Stupid me because I didn't think that the rain would either dissolve the salt or wash it away. Well the water froze, and I was in a hurry to get to the grocery store so I could get home and get some more housework done and then work on the bar rail. Well one step on the three steps leaving my back porch and I was on the ground. Yeah, the rain froze, and I just slipped on ice and down I went. My side hurt where I landed on the steps. I figured that I just bruised the hell out of it, but once I was home from the store my breather got harder and my side was hurting worse. I called a friend and he took me to the hospital and there I was told I broke two ribs and punctured my lung and was getting admitted to the hospital.
It took three hours before they admitted me and then they had a bunch of tests and then they told me that I would be in the hospital a couple of days and then out of work for 6 weeks if not better. They checked me in and found a room for me. It was small to say the least and my friend stayed with me for a couple of hours to help me get undressed due to bending or even the little movement I was in pain to say the least. I was assigned two female nurses for the first couple of hours and since I hadn't eaten in over 12 hours I was asking for food due to my stomach was hurting and finally they got permission for me to eat and I called down to the kitchen and they informed me it would be at least 2 hours for me to even get a bite to eat. I was pissed but then 20 minutes a cute guy showed up with food for me. It turned at that the doctor in the emergency room called the kitchen and ordered food that I could handle in my stomach on what medication they were going to give me could handle.
Well the kitchen guy made a pass at me and said my good looks must have gotten me a little extra attention in the ER. I thanked him and said that they sent me a hot man to deliver my food so I was lucky, but it was a pity I was so hurt we couldn't do anything about it. He blushed and said thanks. After I ate the doctor from the ER showed up and asked how he did on ordering my food. I thanked him and he said that if I had any more trouble getting food let him know and he would get me some. I thanked him and he said no problem, and before he left, he gave me his phone number. I was surprised and happy at the same time. The nurse showed up and he left, I gave my friend the phone number and told him to put it with my personal stuff when he did that his phone rang and his mother was calling saying she needed him at her house and asked how I was and he told her. At the same time my phone rang, and it was my sister and she wanted to talk but once I told her that I was in the hospital she said she was on her way. I told her my room number and my friend had to leave. She asked if there was anything I needed and all I needed was a phone charger.
An hour later she showed up but before then this hunk of a guy showed up in my room and said he was going to be my night nurse and he had to give me some more meds and he wrote his name. he then went and gave me several different drugs and within five minutes my mind was under the effect of the drug which one was oxycontin and I was flying. The nurse was saying different things to me and I just was checking him out and enjoying looking at his hot body. Without thinking about it I reached out through the bedrail and grabbed his crotch and he didn't move at the time and just stood there. I smiled and so did he, but he said he would be back later he had other patients to take care of and backed off and left.
As my luck would have it my sister and her husband showed up and was nice enough to bring a phone charger with them and plugged it in so it would charge for the night. They stayed for about an hour and half and just before they left the doctor came in and read my last readings and said I was doing better but it would be awhile before I was going to back to work or lifting anything heavy. My sister asked him some questions and the doctor answered them and then he said that I needed to get some sleep and my sister, and her husband left the room. The doctor stayed for a couple of minutes and asked some questions of me and one was how I was feeling. I told him that the pain was mild unless I moved to my left side and how the drug were affecting me. He said that was good and said that I needed to watch what I did do to the drugs made me feel a little bit better and I could hurt myself more if I did something that would move my ribs out of place. I told him that one of the cords was getting caught up on the rail on my right side and he moved over to that side of the bed and checked out the cord and moved it around some and freed it up more so it wasn't getting stuck anymore.
Now the doctor was cute also I would say around 45 curly brown hair and moustache, nice body on him and a cute ass. He had a nice sexy voice, I reached out again through the rails and grabbed his crotch and he didn't move at first and then he looked down at me and said that I had grabbed a armed weapon and it had a hair trigger. I looked up at him and said is that a threat or challenge, and he said. I decided it was a challenge and kept playing with it. His cock got harder in his pants and then he stepped back and untied the strap and pushed down his pants and underwear some, his cock popped out of his pants and it was one nice looking piece of meat which if I could I would have sucked but that would hurt. So, I just kept playing with it and he stepped back, and his cum leaked out of the head of his cock. He let out low moans as his cock kept dripping out cum. He thanked me and pulled a napkin off the table and wiped his cock clean and pulled back up his pants. He tired his strap and then said I needed to get some sleep.
The doctor left the room turning off the light and told me to get some sleep. I feel asleep with the television on and was having a nice dream, then I felt someone grab my arm and I woke up there was a figure on my right side, and he was doing something with my arm. This scared the hell out of me at first but then I heard a voice saying that he was just getting some blood for some test and sorry that he woke me. I asked him to please turn on the light, which he stopped doing what he was doing and did so. I could see him and allowed him to continue and in a couple of minutes he was done and left. He left the lights on and I started to watch the television again. I was getting into the movie that was on and the night nurse came in to check on me and saw I was awake and asked if I was okay. I told him yeah and how I was woken up and he said he needed to check my blood pressure and then get a sugar count again. I told him okay and he was doing this on my right side. I decided that this was his way of letting me know that it was okay to mess with his cock again. So, once he was done taking my blood pressure and my blood sugar, I started to talk to him again and I worked my hand through the rails again and grabbed his crotch. I started to play with his cock more and it grew to be 6 inches or more and I kept playing with it and he didn't move. After about ten minutes he asked if I was hungry for some gravy and I said yes. He had me move my arm and lowered the rail and then lowered the head of the bed a little bit then he pulled down his pants and his cock popped out by my face and he told me to open my mouth. He jerked his cock a little bit more and moved closer to my mouth and I opened my lips. He got a little bit closer and his cock was touching my lips and he shot his load in my mouth.
He pulled up his pants real fast and got my bed back where it was and said I needed to get some sleep. He turned off my television and turned off the lights and left the room. I fell asleep again and woke up again in three hours when the lady nurse came in my room. Before I said a word, I grabbed the drink I had on the table and took a drink. Then I asked what she wanted, and she said that it was time for me to take my meds and asked if I was hungry for some food. She gave me my meds and took my order for some food. I asked about my night nurse and she said he left for the day. Then she left, the food was delivered to my room and I ate it. As the day went on, I kept hearing that they were going to send me home as soon as the doctor signed off on my paperwork. My sister called and asked how things were going and I told her. She said she would be up to visit me after she got a shower in and dressed. I said okay and watched more of the television.
An hour later the doctor came back into my room and asked how I was feeling, and I told him that my side still hurt like hell, but I was feeling better. He told me that he was waiting for my test results to come back and he wanted one more set of x-rays and if they looked good then he would send me home. He walked over to the curtains and pulled them shut and then came back over to me and said he enjoyed what happened last night and would like it to happen again and more. I told him I would too, and he leaned down and gave me a kiss. Then he bent back up and said that when I was fully recovered to give him a call and we could get together.
I reached over and grabbed his crotch again and he pulled back and said he had to be careful at work and I told him I understood. Then there was a knock at the door, and it was the orderly to take me to x-ray. The doctor told them to come in and he was helping me out of my bed. We walked out of the room with the help of the orderly and I was helped into the bed in the hall. I went and had the x-ray done and taken back to my room. My sister was there, and she said she had ordered me some food to eat and we talked till the food got there and then she cut up the food for me due to my side was starting to hurt again.
I ate everything on my plate and then a nurse came in and told me that if the test results came out good, I would probably be out of there by 7pm. I was happy and sad at the same time but as the day went on and more test were run something told me I would be going home. I was because I knew my hospital bill was going to be higher than a kite could fly. But sad because I wanted to have some fun again with the night nurse again. More blood was taken, and I was given some more meds which made me a little dizzy. I started to fall asleep again for about an hour and then woke up to being told that I was going to be going home and all the paperwork was being printed up.
I got home and it was 7pm and I was tired again and went to bed. I rested the rest of the week only going to my family doctor and being told I would be out of work for 4 to 6 weeks and I had some paperwork for them to fill out. The rest of the week was boring and the following week I wanted to start working on the bar top and trying to get more of it done. My roommate and I started to work on the bar top with me and him lifting the wood and running the saw we got the top cut and put on the finish. It would take a couple of days for the top to fully glue to the wood and dry. Then we had to figure how to get the top into the basement. We called my friend who lived down the street and he worked together to measure the top and how we could get it down the steps into the basement. Once we figured that out, we trimmed up the top and, on that Sunday, we moved the top slowly into the basement. The mounts for the top were already in place and we were able to put the top into place. It took us an hour to get the top down the steps and we had to rest for an hour, or should I say I needed to rest for an hour. My side was killing me.
Once I rested, we went back to work and we got the top screwed into place and everything checked, and double checked it was perfect. Now we had the handrail to put in place and then we could start with wiring up some of the lights and then we would be able to put the front of the bar on. We had only started to get the rail on, and my side started to hurt more and more. I let me friend and roommate work on the bar while I went up and laid down for an hour or so. I heard a loud boom and woke up and rushed as fast as I could down into the basement. They had the rail on and was drilling the holes for the wiring. I asked what the loud sound was on they said they had to hit the rest in place. And when they did the scale fell on the floor. I was glad it didn't brake but was happier that rail was in place.
My friend was only going to be able to help during the weekend and it would be up to me and my roommate to work on the bar during the week. I had posted on a website what had happened to me and two of the guys said that they were wood workers and would be happy to help with the bar. My roommate was happy someone offered to help with the bar so we could get it done more. I contacted the two guys for my roommate, and he met the guys and they talked, and he liked how both knew their stuff when it came to woodworking. So, we all worked on, the bar and was getting more and more done but once the bar itself was done we needed to start working on the back cabinets. I had another visit with my family doctor, and they took some more x-rays and my doctor told me that I would be able to go back to work on the following Monday. This was going to put us back on the bar but my roommate and they other two guys said they would be able to work on the bar and cabinets while I went back to work. I was able to go and get the wood we wanted to put the front of the bar on and ordered the bar footrails. We needed to do for the bar was get some of the electric wiring hooked up and turn on some of the lights to make sure they were working, and the outlets were working right. I had to contact my cousins' husband to see if he could help or if he knew some one retired that was looking for some work on the side. John (my cousin's husband) said that he couldn't some of his health conditions, but he knew two guys that are retired and looking for some work to get them out of the house. One of the names I knew but wasn't sure how I knew him. We called the guys, and both showed up but one of them said that he wasn't really interested in the work because he had more important job to do. So, we said fine, and he left the other guy I knew in fact I had fooled around with him for several months, but his wife got in the way of us from seeing each other as much as we wanted.
I was working only five days a week and had the weekend off and was working on the bar as much as I could, and we were getting the bar done faster then before. I was learning how to use the table saw and router and several of the other tools that I never had. My roommate's health was getting worse every day, some days he couldn't do anything and other days he was working on the bar. We had things coming together and the days he didn't feel good the other guy was busy working on the cabinets due to all the perfect drawings and diagrams my roommate had drawn up. I would wake up and get a pot of coffee going to everyone and get dressed and when the other two guys showed up we would work on the bar until an hour before I had to go to work and change clothes and go to work. When I would get home, I would make food for my roommate for the next day and check on what work was done while I was at work.
Little did my roommate know that I was having sex some days with the guys, but we were getting work done. His health was good one day and bad the next and it was getting worse. The whole basement was coming to life and when people would come to the orgies, they were noticing how far the bar was improving and their comments were great. Everything was going great until one day my roommate had his nurses visit and she said that I needed to get him to the hospital. I took him to the emergency room, and they admitted him, his heart was getting worse and worse and it was just a matter of time before he would be admitted to the hospital and not leaving except in a body bag. He wanted to get the bar done so I would have something of his making in my house. We almost had it done, and he was working on a surprise party for me to celebrate the finishing of the bar. There was a little more work to be done but it was looking great and everything was going together like he said it would. We were working on the bar when my roommate said that he wasn't feeling good and wanted to go to the hospital and I took him to the hospital and called from work. The doctor's said that he wasn't going to last much longer, and he could stay at the hospital or go home and be in his bed when the time came. I asked him what he wanted to do, and he said he wanted to go home. We packed up all his stuff and I took him home.
I called and found one of the companies where a nurse comes and stays with him while I'm at work and hired them. We had just finished getting all the lights hooked up and the finish on the cabinets. It was late May infact my birthday was going to be in a week. The guys had everything done and we had sex in the basement to celebrate. My roommate had no idea of the sex and I wasn't going to tell him. It was a Friday before my birthday, and I had just gotten home from work. The nurse said he was in his room sleeping and everything was fine. I thanked her and she left for the night and weekend.
I started to work in the kitchen to make some of the food he wanted to eat for the weekend, and I went to the bathroom. I noticed that his breath machine wasn't sounding like it normally did and I went in to check on him. His body was jumping, and I knew what that meant. His defibrator was going off and trying to get his heart to kick in. I called 911 and when they arrived, they said he was dead. I called his step kids to tell them of his passing and then left with the ambulance to the hospital where I told the doctor to shut off the defibrator and let him sleep. His daughter showed up and so did some of my family. We cried and said our goodbyes to him, and the funeral parlor showed up to take his body. I had to call them, and they took him in a blanket. We all cried some more but knew he was in a better place. That Monday I had to call off work and get some of the funeral business taken care off. A week later we had a memorial service at the house, and we all had a drink at the bar.
The biggest party was going to be that Sunday when all our gay friends showed up and we would again celebrate my roommate's life. I didn't know what he wanted to happen, so I was playing all by ear as they say. I was worn out trying to get all of his personal business done and work for the week and when the weekend came up, I had to get the house ready again and food, and drink supplies. I welcomed all our friends and we all were down in the basement when one of the guys started to read something I didn't hear of before. It was a letter from my roommate and what he wanted to give me for my birthday. The letter told everyone to grab me and pull off my clothes and put me in the sling and fuck me till cum was coming out of my ass all over the floor. This surprised me like crazy and I didn't think anyone was going to do anything, but they all decided to follow my roommates last wishes and they did everything the letter said.
I had over fifteen guys fuck me filling my ass with them cum and kisses. I was in heaven but at the same time I was said that my roommate wasn't there to see it happen. This part of the story is fiction due to my roommate is still alive, but his health isn't good. I hope you like the story and gotten off over it.
Let me know how you liked it. Bob Rab2161@yahoo.com