Bone Work II by Sin titulo
I'd tied one on. My old army buddy was in town, and we got together at my favorite dive, The Fox Hole. While not exactly a gay bar, it could pass on a good payday night. Arnie, my buddy, had gotten so sloshed, he couldn't function anymore. I dragged his butt out to my Ranger, and threw him into the bed of the pickup. I wasn't about to let him vomit on my bucket seats and dashboard. Good thing too, because vomit he did.
Saturday morning, I woke up with a pounding hangover, and some asshole pounding on my door. I remembered vaguely that I'd left Arnie out in the bed of the truck, too drunk to drag his ass into the apartment. I figured it was him at my door. Wrong. When I finally rolled off the couch, and made it over to the door, I saw through the little square window that it was fucking Greg, my boss.
My first thought was I was supposed to be at work, and had gotten my days mixed up. I was still half pissed from the hundred or so beers it felt like I'd sucked down the night before, and wasn't up to taking any of his shit just then. I flipped the lock on the door, and staggered back to the couch, looking for my levis. I had on one tube sock, but it looked like I'd stepped in somethng it was so dirty. I sat down, and tried to pull it off, but leaning over made the top of my head fall off. Stoned again, I sighed, leaning back and scratching my balls.
"Jeesus Chreist!" Greg said too loud when he finally made it through the door. "What happened to you?" I glared at him, and tried to make him shush with a finger over my lips, but almost poked my eye out. "You realize you have a dead man in the back of your truck?" This brought me around at least a little.
"No shit," I managed, wincing at my voice. I scratched my nuts again, and squinted at Greg. "What the fuck you doing here. Isn't it Saturday?"
"It is. We had an appointment remember?" I tried to think, but it hurt too much, and nothing came easily to mind.
"Can't say I do." He looked disgusted.
"You're a fucking mess James. Go take a cold shower while I check on the body in your truck." He pulled me up to a standing, swaying, position and shoved me toward my toilet. I stumbled against the door jam, and felt like the motion of movement was going to make me vomit. I'd spent too much hard earned money to waste the beer on the stool. I grabbed both sides of the door jam with my hands, and steadied myself. After a long moment, the feeling passed, and I let go and scratched my nuts again. I had to piss bad.
Greg had gone back out to the Ranger. While I was pissing like a horse, he stumbled back in with Arnie's arm pulled over his neck. Arnie was having serious trouble walking, one foot dragging along next to Greg's. He deposited Arnie's body on the couch, and the room reeked of vomit suddenly. The smell brought a quick gut reaction in me, and I leaned over the piss filled crapper, and wasted more than I thought I could hold. I retched a few more times, but nothing but yellow foam came up. I finally was able to spit and clear my throat, before standing up straight again. When I did, the top of my head took off for the moon, and I grabbed it with both hands and whimpered in pain.
"What a fucking mess," Greg was stomping around unneccessarily loud in my living room. I looked through the door, and saw him pour a glass of something in Arnie's face. Arnie sputtered, and gasped. Rudely awakened from pleasant dreams by Greg's insinsitivity to his condition. Arnie, looked like a pile of day old turds. About like my mouth tasted.
I turned on the cold shower, and started to get under the stream of water. I glanced down and saw I was still wearing my tube sock. I stepped on the floppy end with my bare foot, and lifted my knee slowly to pull the sock off. I kicked it behind the toilet, and gritting my teeth, stepped into the flow of water.
"SHIT! FUCK! HELL! I'm freezng my nuts off in here."
Greg looked up from Arnie, and shouted at me to pull the curtain closed, because I was running water all over the floor. I tried, but nothing was working with the curtain. I took about all I could of the cold shower, and stepped out onto the wet floor. I tried to turn the water off, but for some reason the stream got stronger instead of shutting off.
"Fuck it. . .I grabbed my only towel, and started to dry my goosebumps. It was hard, considering the water was still spraying out of the stall across the bathroom floor and me.
By the time I managed to get out of the bathroom before I drowned, Greg had Arnie sitting up. He still looked green around the gills, but he was breathing regular again. I was glad he wasn't dead after all. He was my best bud, and I sat down on the couch next to his stinking butt.. Greg had started a pot of coffee in the kitchenette that my apartment boasted. When he came back with two steaming mugs black, he had a pained look on his face.
"Don't you fucking ever wash a dish?"
"Not if I can help it." I scratched my nuts again, and sipped the scalding coffee. Arnie tried to bring his mug to his lips, but only got half way there before he tipped his mug, and poured most of the near boiling liquid in his lap. The next thing I knew, he was flying around the room along with splattered coffee, and a chipped mug. Greg got a good splash on his clean shirt, and invented a little dance called being scalded. Arnie was ripping at his pants trying to get them off as quickly as possible. Before he fell on his face, he'd managed to drop them to his knees, I imagin those jeans were what tripped him. He's usually pretty steady on his feet.
I tried to help him up, but the top of my head fell off again, and I sat back on the sofa holding onto my skull tightly. I heard somebody sobbing. I thought it was Arnie, but it might have been me.
When I opened my eyes again, Arnie was sitting on the floor, with his pants down around his knees, with a piss hard on standing up tall between his legs. Greg was staring at Arnie's tool with what could only be described as a lustful eye. I had to admit, that it had impressed me the first time I'd seen it back in the Nam.
He and I had gone whoring in Siagon, and had gotten just as drunk as we were now, and had taken a room with one double bed in it. Before the MPs came for us for running the whore out of her house, he and I had somehow ended up in that bed together. It was the first time in my life I was called a faggot. But those two MPs thought better of it after one had to have his jaw wired, and the other one couldn't see for a week from the swelling around his eyes.
The rest of the MPs they called in to help, finally hauled both our naked asses to the brig. They refused to give us clothes for two days, so we got all the looking we wanted to out of the way. They'd put us both in the same cell, because none of the other grunts wanted to be put in the cell with the two faggots. If memory serves, it wasn't until the second night, after lights out that Arnie and me got it on. I liked the feel of his big dick in my mouth, and he must have liked mine in his, because we both sucked cream most of the night.
They gave us clothes the next morning, and sent us up before a judge magistrate. The guard that took us told us it was probably going to be a cut and dried case with a dishonerable discharge.
"The... Army... Don't... Like... Faggots!" He said, marching us to our fate. Unfortunately for him, the judge magistrate believed our story of just letting off steam, and we hadn't been fucking or anything like that. We didn't mention the sucking, and he didn't ask. He sent us back to our unit, and restricted us to base for the remainder.
"Siagon," he opined, "Wasn't ready for roughnecks like us."
"Arnie, why don't you go take a piss," I said. "You look like you need to bad."
"I would, but I can't piss with a hard on."
"Well, I ain't helping you out. You smell like vomit, and the top of my head is loose. I wouldn't want to lose it."
"'Sallright." He tried to roll to the side to get up, but only managed to lie back on the floor.
"I'll give him a hand," Greg said, licking his lips.
"I knew you would." I scratched my nuts again, and watched as Greg hoisted Arnie up by his arm pits. He and my best friend hobbled into the toilet, and I heard them muttering about how hard it was to piss hard. After a minute of this conversation, I heard sounds of cock sucking going on. I tried to turn to look, but my body wasn't working right yet. I relaxed and listened, and soon enough, heard Greg gag and start swallowing. Arnie was moaning a little, and I could see him swaying in the reflection in the glass in the front window, his butt cheeks flexing as he tried to fuck Greg's mouth. After he came, they remained in position for a minute, then I heard Arnie sigh with relief and Greg started swallowing even faster than before.
All of a sudden, Greg shouted some gurgled word I couldn't understand, and In the reflection, I saw Arnie stumble backward, pulling his big cock out of Greg's mouth. Unfortunately for Greg, Arnie hadn't stopped pissing yet. His thick yellow stream soaked Greg good, and his carefully blow dried hair was quickly plastered to his skull, and his coffee stained shirt was now taking on a wet yellow hue. I wondered how he was going to keep explaining these stained clothes to his wife. Not to mention the urinal smell of the hundred beers or so Arnie was eliminating.
Arnie tried to recover his footing, but it was Greg, latching onto his spraying cock and sucking the stream back into his throat that brought Arnie back to the job at hand. He looked over his shoulder at me and I could see a silly grin on his face reflected in the window.
"Who did you say this fuck is?" Arnie was beginning to enjoy himself.
"My fucking boss. That's who."
"Shit," Arnie said. Finishing his piss, and letting Greg clean him off a little. "I want to come and work with you guys. My fucking boss is a slave driver, and don't do jack shit like this cocksucker." I could see Greg's eyes go up so he was looking at Arnie with that big tube steak still in his mouth. I knew Arnie had set Greg's wheels turning. We might be working together again after this.
My head hurt too bad to get into it with Greg, but he didn't seem to mind too much. Arnie was still too drunk to do anymore than he had done already, so after a while, we all sat around talking. Greg learned that Arnie was a tile man like me, and decided he could use another good one on the job to speed up completion of the development. He even offered Arnie a bonus if he could start work on Monday. We finished the pot of coffee, and Greg made a second and then a third. By the dregs of the third, my bladder was bursting. Greg offered to act the toilet, and so put him in the shower that somebody had finally turned off, and sent him to piss pig heaven. He was drenched from head to toe, and had swallowed at least half of both our hot streams. He seemed to get off on the flood of hot yellow piss filling his trashy mouth. He wanted to get fucked after that, but neither of us was up for it because of the hangovers. He finally gave up begging, and took out his thick cock, and jacked off until he shot his load all over both of us. We made him clean it off with his tongue, and before it was over, he'd tongue bathed both our stinking bodies. He particularly seemed to enjoy sucking our hairy sweaty arm pits. Arnie still reeked of vomit, but when Greg was finished, he just reeked of Greg's bad breath and spit. We all got into the shower stall together, and even though it was crammed tight, we managed at least to rinse off some.
I heard my landlady come home about three thirty, and figured we'd better get our clothes on and go see her about how much she would jack the rent up if Arnie came to live with me. The old biddy was steely eyed as the three of us walked up on her porch. We must have looked like something the cat had drug in and shit on before leaving it for dead.
I explained that Arnie was my best friend, and that we'd been in the Nam together, and that Greg was my boss, and had hired Arnie to go to work laying tile at the development, and all that. What we wanted was for Arnie to live with me until he could find a place of his own. She recconed that another hundred bucks a week ought to just about cover the extra trouble having two men living together would cause her. We agreed, and Greg paid Arnie's first week's rent as an advance on his first paycheck.
Back in the apartment, Greg told us that he wanted to make sure he was welcome every Saturday morning for fun and games. We agreed, and he then insisted that we had to promise not to get too drunk the night before. He wanted more than just a suck and a mouth full of hot piss. We agreed, and he got back in his car finally and left.
Arnie and I ordered a large pizza, and while we waited for it to arrive, thirty minutes or free, and they never made it on time, we talked over old times, and the new times to come. By the time the pizza guy delivered, the pie was cold as stone on Chrismas day, but we ate it anyway. After all, it was fucking free.
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