Bone Work by Sin Titulo
It's hard. When the wind blows for days at a time, and your nerves get so on edge, you feel like fighting with someone. It's hard. When you haven't been called into work for twelve days because the foreman forgot to place a materials order, and you can't do the work you should be paid for. It's hard. Laying custom tile in half a million dollar homes for people who won't really appreciate the quality of the work. It's hard knowing that your bank account is drying up faster than the work is coming in, and you're trapped in a contract and at the effect of a stupid foreman's lack of respect for what you do.
When I woke up that morning, I knew it was going to be the day I got even. The asshole foreman was going to pay with a pound of flesh for what his lack of responsibility had cost me. I was tired of hearing that the tile shipment was in process. Shit, it should have been waiting when the next house was ready. I was thoroughly pissed and wondered why the boss didn't fire his ass for incompitence, but I knew the boss wouldn't fire his own son.
Foreman Greg Newley, was the twenty something son of Jeb Newley, the name and money behind the Newley Development Company. I had signed a contract to lay tile in seventy-two new homes he was building in the hills just north of Allentown, Pennsylvania. Now, Newley's son had fucked me royaly and I felt like I needed to get even. How I was going to do it hadn't occured to me yet, but I knew it woulld come to me if I just put my anger in motion.
I drove my Ranger to the work site as I did every morning at six, and waited with a hot coffee in the cold morning air for Greg to arrive. He usually rolled in around seven. I wanted to see him first, so I waited in the site office trailer outside his locked office door. A few minutes to seven I heard his vehicle pull up. When he slammed the door to his car, and set the chirp alarm, I stood up and waited for him to come into the trailer.
"Ah, James," he said when he saw me. "Come in." He unlocked the door to his office, and I pushed past him into the blueprint strewn room. He closed the door behind him, and walked around to his desk and sat down, indicating the chair opposite with the hand holding his paper cup of hot coffee.
I remained standing, letting my anger fume. He pushed a few papers around on his desk, like he was looking for something, but not finding it immediately, he mumbled something under his breath, and leaned back in his swivel chair. I set my cup down on the edge of his desk, and walked around behind him. He looked surpprised, but remained sitting in his chair. I reached over his shoulder, and took his cup away and set it next to mine.
"What are you doing?" His voice was tight sounding.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass Greg. I'm getting even for the shit you've caused me."
"What are you talking about?"
"You might as well get ready for it son, because you're going to get my hard bone shoved up your ass and then some."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Wouldn't I? Don't count on it. I'm pissed off, and going broke, and this is how I'm going to get even for what you've put me through. So you can take it easy, and cooperate, or hard and take it any way I want to give it to you. Stand up you son of a bitch!"
"No!" I grabbed him by the collar of his coat, and hauled him to his feet. He didn't exactly resist, but he did begin to struggle as if he was going to fight back. I clocked him one on the jaw, and his knees buckled. I laid him out across his desk, face down, and pulled his pants down over his hips along with his light blue boxer shorts. His naked ass was whiter than white, form lack of exposure to the sun, but it didn't matter to me at the moment, this was for my revenge, not my pleasure. He groaned a little on his desk, and I unbuckled my belt, and dropped my pants. I never wear underwear, and my dick was already half hard from the action.
I took hold of a fist full of Greg's hair, and twisted his face around until he was in my crotch. He opened his eyes, and gasped. His open mouth got stuffed with my hardening dick, and I pushed it in as far as it would go.
"You bite me you son of a bitch, and you might not make it out of this alive. Now suck my cock. Get it good and hard, and good and sloppy, because I didn't think to bring any asshole grease with me." He moaned, and it sounded like he might have gagged on my seven inches, but he started sucking while I held his head in position and fucked his face. My dick got hard, and I pulled it out. It was red and raw with heavy veins worked around it. Shit, this was going to be a pleasure after all.
I spread his ass cheeks, an spit on his quivering hole while he whimpered like a baby. could feel him tense up, and slapped his cheek hard, and told him to relax and it would hurt less when I shoved my big dick into him. He yelped a little when I poked him with the head of my cock, but gradually, I felt him loose his tensness. I pushed at his hole, and he started to tense again but another hard slap brought a groan and enough relaxation, to allow me to bury my bone to the pubes in one long stroke.
I heard the air rush out of his lungs, and he started to pant for breath. He moaned that it hurt, and begged me to take it out.
"Not on your life you goddamn mutherfucker. You're going to put up with my dick giving you ass hell for as long as I can stand it. I don't give a shit if you like it or not." I pulled out and fucked back into him. He groaned again, and flailed around with his hands trying to push me out of his ass. I slapped him again, hard enough to leave a mark on his butt cheek. He howled and I smacked him on the cheek, and told him to shut up or I'd really give him somethng to howl about.
I began to bone him good, with long hard strokes, moving from side to side, and leaning over him to get maximum penitration. He began to grunt every time my cock bottomed out and my pubes brushed his asscheeks. It didn't take long before I was grunting along with him, and before I knew it I was on the verge of blowing all I had into his hole.
I pulled out and let myself calm down. I wanted to savor this bone job and make it last as long as I could. Greg tried to push himself up of the desk, but I cracked him hard on the back of the head, and pushed him back into position. I slipped back into him, and began to saw at his hole with a vengeance. He started to moan again, and grunt with every stroke. His breath was coming in pants like the dog he was. I fucked his ass for several minutes pulling out occassionally to prolong the revenge I was taking on him.
He started shaking about fifteen minutes into it, and his panting got louder and he started scrabbling around for something to hold onto on his desk. In the process, he knocked over the two cups of coffee, and the puddle of now cold coffee ran across the desk, and soaked into his clean white shirt. He sobbed, and tried again to right himself. A callused hand on the back of his neck kept him in position, and I continued to ram his butthole with all I had.
Suddenly, he shuddered, and gasped. I continued to fuck him hard. He got quiet after that, and it wasn't too long before I realized he was no longer struggling. Half the fun went out of it for me, but I continued to work his ass with my angry bone. At last, I felt I'd given him what I'd come for, and pulled out of his ass. I'd come close to blowing in him, but decided not to at the last minute. I reached down to pull up my pants, but as I did, he realized I wasn't controling him any longer, and was suddenly trying to stand up. He managed to turn slightly still more than half bent ovet his desk.
His shirt was stained with dark coffee, and I could see his nipples were erect under the wet cloth. I looked down, and could just see the head of his dick still trapped under him on the desktop. It was smeared with cum, and I grabbed his neck and stood him up facing me. His cock was as hard as mine, and the son of a bitch had blown what looked like a couple of heavy loads across his desk, and I could see now that his shirt also had cum smeared all over it.
He looked into my eyes, and trembling, he put a hand on my chest, and pushed me back a little giving himself room to manuver. Slowly, he dropped to his knees, and before I knew what was happening, he had my cock in his mouth and was sucking me for all he was worth. Shit, I was so close from all the times I'd edged in him, it didn't take him but a minute before he had my nuts churning for release. I grabbed his head by the ears, and fucked him as hard as I could. I didn't care that half the time he was gagging and choking on my bone. He kept looking up at me, his blue eyes watery but shining with something else as well.
I took a deep breath and let fly my cock juice. He started trying to swallow, but I was pouring it into him so fast, it was bubbling out around my shaft, and running down his chin on both sides. He was sucking air through his nostrils, and the sound was growing frantic. I decided I'd better let him breathe before I killed him with my bone.
When I jerked my dick out of his mouth, he whined, and lunged for it again. I pulled it away, and stepped back. a little. He waddled toward my dripping dick on his knees, whimpering. I backed into the wall of the trailer, and could go no further. He caught my dick in his fist, and was on it again, sucking it hard like he was starving for it. I let him go at it for a minute, before I needed to pull ut and take a rest. I put my palm on his forehead, and pushed him off my bone. He whimpered, and mouthed like he wanted it back bad. I told him to relax a minute, that something else might come out of it.
He stayed on his knees, looking longingly at my softening bone, and I stood there watching him facinated by this change in his behaviour. This was a married man, with two kids and a mortgage that would choke a horse. Here he was taking my punishment, and cumming all over himself, and hot to suck my bone. I could feel the liquid coursing in my guts, and hooked a thumb in his mouth and pried it open. He looked up at me with his watery eyes, and opened his mouth as wde as he could. The first strike of the yellow stream was wide of the mark, and his shirt suffered another stain. I focused the flow on target, and filled his trashy mouth with hot piss, watching him swallow as fast as he could, and the stream flooded out when he had to close his lips to swallow. He was a mess, and his desk and office ware beginniing to smell like a urinal. Still he swallowed and swallowed until my bladder ran dry finally. I shook off the last drops, and pulled up my pants and buckled my belt.
He stayed on his knees while I was doing this, but with a hand up, he finally stood and bent over to pull his own pants up. He was crying silently as he did this, and when he had rearranged himself, he wiped a tear away, and stepped close to me and threw his arms around me. I was a little shocked, but let him hold me for a long moment before pushing him away.
"What the hell Greg. You act like I did you a favor." He sobbed softly, and nodded.
"You did," he almost whispered.
"No I didn't. Shit, I raped your ass you bastard."
"And I loved it."
"Fuck!"
"I did. I need you to do that to me at least once a week. You aren't married are you?"
"Not that I remember."
"Then you have a place we could meet?"
"I suppose so. My landlady is out of the house to work by about eight every morning except Sunday. The nearest house is too far away to hear anything."
"Good. Then I'll see you first thing Saurday morning."
"You really liked it huh?"
"It was the best sex I've ever experienced."
"well I was mad as hell because you haven't had any work for me in almost two weeks. My fucking contract keeps me from finding other work, so I was stuck. I needed to get even with you."
"Understood. Before you attacked me, I was looking for the paperwork on my desk that I signed off on last night. You tile was delivered late yesterday, and you can go to work now if you want."
"Shit. You mean I acted too soon?"
"Not soon enough in my opinion. I could have used that fuck a year ago."
"No shit? Why didn't you say something. Everybody on the job knows I'm gay."
"Well, I'm the boss' son, and if I went around hitting on every man I had a liking for, it wouldn't be too long before word would get out that I was sexually harrassing my workers."
"I see. Now that I raped your butt, you can have me anytime you like."
"Right. Now get to work. I've got to go home and explain these stains to my wife and change clothes. I'll be back on site in an hour. You can tell the others."
"What? That I fucked your ass, and pissed in your mouth, and you went home to change?" I chuckled. He glared at me hard. "Ok. Ok. I'll tell them you stumbled and spilled your coffee all over yourself." I turned and walked out the door, got in my Ranger, and drove up to the house I was working on. Go figure how things had turned out.
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