Date: Tue, 15 Feb 2005 15:58:36 -0800 (PST)
From: Sin Titulo <sintitulo2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bone Work

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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