Most nights, Buck and Lem showered with each other. This was the winter contract, which was understaffed — more than half of the roughnecks here a couple days ago had left during their leave. Buck didn’t realize how many fewer workers there would be. That was because, Lem explained, the rig was less efficient in the winter, and Mr. Chow actually lost money pumping oil until it warmed up. He kept it going regardless because otherwise the rig would fall apart and be inoperable in the spring, but it continued with a skeleton crew mainly tasked with maintenance. The drill did run, and oil was pumped, but only the minimum needed every day to ensure smooth operation.
Otherwise it was a lot of cleaning, inventory, weatherproofing, organizing, etc. It was intensely boring and not much work. The chill was intense in the unheated corridors now that it was winter. Buck got a thrill out of walking to the shower every night, which he still did in his briefs and sandals (though he now wore his sandals with two pairs of socks). He thought it was hilarious how steamy his chest was, and it set his heart racing. Most night it was literally cold enough to take his breath away, and he could barely breathe the whole way to and from the shower.
Lem did not do that. He was leaner and lankier than Buck, and like the other roughnecks, Lem wore several layers of clothes in the corridors. So Buck got naked in the showers in seconds, while Lem lazily undressed and smoked a cigarette (which he did only to annoy Buck, because Buck kept hassling him about hurrying up).From Buck the Roughneck
Author: MNManmacker
Let’s wrassle!
“Shut up, Buck!” Cody grinned and jumped off the top bunk onto Buck’s shoulders, as Buck, still naked, was reaching for his foot powder. “Let’s wrassle!” Cody tried to sit on Buck’s shoulders, but he was still wet, and Cody slipped down to clutch him piggyback. Cody wore sweatpants and a heavy shirt, but his feet was bare and dug into Buck’s side as he tried to keep a stable hold on his wet flesh. The jostling made Buck’s jigglesome schlong sling back and forth.
“Is the Salisbury steak good?” Buck said, foot powder in hand, with Cody climbing on his back. Cody gripped his head and squealed as he almost fell. His feet pummeled Buck’s moist back, attempting to keep a tight hold.
Kax flared his nostrils. “No. Is it evah?” He looked up from his manga to see Cody climbing Buck’s back like a mountain. Buck waggled his dick — he was going to apply foot powder to his balls, so he was handling his junk, but Cody’s jostling made him stop to avoid spilling the foot powder.
“It’s okay sometimes, I had it good before. My grandmoms used to make good Salisbury steak,” Buck said. He ignored Cody wrestling with him from behind. They used to wrestle for real, when they was both the same size. Then Buck kept growing. So now when they “wrestled”, Buck basically ain’t participate. Cody tried to do pro-wrestling moves to his boulder-like buddy, and Buck gamely let him.
“Only good thing they make is here the tacos. And the chicken nuggets is okay,” Kax said. He put down his manga and laid on his side to face Buck and Cody. He got a comb sticking outta his afro, and he looked stoned, though it wasn’t clear if that was a perpetual expression or if he was managing to smoke weed on the downlow in here.
“Oooooooh, man, dawgie, shit, I can eat me some chicken nuggets. I could eat a mountain of chicken nuggets,” Buck said. He gestured with one arm to show how big the mountain of chicken nuggets could be, as Cody gripped him by the neck and trampled his back with his bare feet. Buck held his carton of foot powder in his hand, so every time Cody kicked him, white powder puffed out the top. “I was in Maryland State awhile back, man, they got chicken nuggets that was good as hell, you wouldn’t even believe it-“
“Got you, Buck!” Cody said. His tiny arm put Buck in a headlock, which ain’t slow Buck down at all. Buck got animated about prison food, and his hefty-lad voice boomed out, oblivious to Cody’s arm across his neck. “Got you in a double-headlock! You can’t get out of it! It’s impossible!”
“-better than McDonald’s, man, swear to God. But they ain’t barely give you none, you only get like four.” Buck held up four fingers on one hand, his other still holding his foot powder. Cody had one thin forearm around Buck’s neck. “And they ain’t big. So I was goin’ aftuh ’em in the kitchen, like sayin’ — there’s lotta little guys in there, right, they ain’t need all that. Some of ’em don’t even finish ’em!”
“I’m gonna suplex you, Buck,” Cody said. He pulled on Buck’s mullet. Buck ignored him, so Cody dropped to the floor and got himself in position to use his twiggy arms to pick up Buck’s massive frame. He even tried — his little muscles flexed as he pushed on Buck’s flesh — but he couldn’t even shove Buck much less pick him up. “Gonna smash you on the floor!”
“But this screwface say I can’t take ’em from the specs or he put me on light-time work detail, and I ain’t gonna get my early release,” Buck said, a hand gesture — fingers forming lenses in front of his eyes — indicating that ‘specs’ meant ‘guys wearing glasses’. Cody ascended Buck’s back again and pulled his hair while pretending to shiv him in the belly. “So I tol’ the kitchen feller, I oughta get more than four, y’know. My dick can eat four chicken nuggets, and it ain’t even got a mouth,” Buck said. Kax laughed.
“Did they give you any more?” Kax asked.
Buck shook his head, his shaggy mullet going back and forth. “Nah, the kitchen feller say he ain’t allowed ‘nless’n I get the doctor to say it, and the doctor, he don’t say it. He just gimme extra carrot stick. I’s like, carrots ain’t nevuh gonna fill me up, doc. You need-a gimme a whole carrot farm if you want me to stop askin’ for more. I bought buncha sardines in the commissary. Sardines is little, but they fills ya up.” Cody hugged Buck’s naked pecs from behind and shimmied him like a tree. “Ow, Cody, you pullin’ my chest hair out.”
Cody finally stopped wriggling, arms hugging Buck’s shoulders and riding him piggyback. “Put ya drawers on, Buck! Your dong is so ugly!”
“I’s tryin’-a put my drawers on, Cody! I gotta powder my balls first, but you keep pullin’ my hair ‘nd shit.” Buck swayed his body left and right, at first trying to shake Cody off him, then helicoptering his dick so it slapped his thighs.
Kax sat up. “Yo, they the same way here — you get five chicken nuggets. They pretty big. It ain’t that bad. The spaghetti is the bad one, oh dawg, it is awful, and it’s all sauce — sauce is mostly water — it’s basically tomato soup wit’ some noodles in it. They say it got meat, but I don’t taste no meat. Mostly water.” He paused. “You get bread though, with that one.”
The smell of medicinal foot powder filled the air as Buck dumped some out into the palm of one hand. A cloud of it spilled out. He stood on one foot to powder the other foot. “Man, is the doctor cool? I gotta get more foot powder, and the nurse tol’ me-“
“He puts it on his balls too!” Cody said, still riding Buck’s back and poking him in the ribs with his feet. His face was right next to Buck’s. “He uses so much, it’s crazy!”
Nostrils flaring, Buck said, “Yeah — Cody, get off me. I gotta — I can tell him ’bout my balls.”
“You talk soooo slow!” Cody said. He again pantomimed like he was stabbing Buck in the belly. Cody’s little arms could barely reach around his barrel chest. His feet was resting on Buck’s asscheeks, which was now dry enough he could clutch the skin with his toes. “Hey, Kax, we’re gonna brew some hooch. We need sugar and canned peaches and mashed-potato flakes and apple juice and a bucket and a funnel and sliced apples and baby carrots-“
“We don’t need all that, and shut the fuck up, Cody!” Buck said. “Don’t say that so loud.” He looked at Kax. “Are they strict about prison hooch here?”
Kax shook his head. “Nah. Officer Messypants will make you dump it out if he see it. Most of ’em don’t care though,” he said. “You can’t sell it to none of the Mexicans, or the Latin Kings’ll shank you.”
“Okay.” Buck lifted up his giant meaty dick so he could finally powder his balls, only for Cody to laugh and shake Buck’s back, making him spill all the powder on his hand. “Get off me, Cody!” Buck shook him off as Cody cackled. He dropped off Buck’s back and smacked Buck’s cuelows. He again moved as though to suplex Buck and slam him on the ground. Cody strained to pick up his giant buddy, who outweighed him by some two hundred pounds. Kax snickered at the sight, while Buck got his balls powdered.
Shovelwork
He opened his mouth to say more but caught eye of Buck’s club-like dick resting on the floor between Buck’s legs — Buck was sitting splay-legged to air out his balls, which was disgusting.
“You feelin’ okay about ya work, Igo?” Lem asked once they got into it. He had a bottle of wine in hand — he kept wine in a cold box outside their heated area and saved it for special occasions. He drank from it, then pushed it upon Igo. “I seen you keepin’ up with them in the shovel room.”
“It is hard work! My shoulders are very tired,” Igo said. He opened his mouth to say more but caught eye of Buck’s club-like dick resting on the floor between Buck’s legs — Buck was sitting splay-legged to air out his balls, which was disgusting, Igo thought — as Lem’s foot ventured to it and Lem picked it up with his toes. He tried gripping the skin on the top of it, but he couldn’t get it up more than a few inches before it slipped out.
“Yeah, man, shovelwork is fuckin’ awful,” Lem said. His eyes were trained on his toes trying to pick up Buck’s shaft. “I did that on my first contract. You nevuh done shovelwork, Buck?”
Buck shook his head. “When I gots here-” He paused as Lem almost got his dick up with his toes, then it slipped out of his foot-grasp again. “Mistuh Chow said he ain’t want me doin’ shovel stuff on account of my ass bein’ tall and big and shit, and he say he need tall guys in the access chamber, and plus I prolly get hit in the head wit’ them shovels.”
“Oh yeah, yeah, they hit me couple times, hurts like hell,” Lem said. He was focused on picking up Buck’s dick with his toes, which distracted him from what he was saying. “And you… taller ‘an me… Buckums.”
Igo couldn’t tear his eyes away from that. Buck’s dong jiggled like jello as Lem slowly perfected curling his toes around the skin atop it. He finally got it up, slowly, gripping the skin tightly. Buck and Igo both sucked in their breath, Buck exuberantly but Igo with shock and disgust.
Lem finally had it up as high as he could, and then he made to sort of bump it in the air — making Igo shy away — and move his foot to the underside of it, so it landed like a flabby sausage on the top of his off-brown foot.
All three cheered, as all three realized they had gotten distracted from the game. Buck and Lem held cards in their hands, and more were spread out on the blanket in front of them.
Lem didn’t keep Buck’s dong on his foot. The whole reason he had started doing that was to see if he could get his foot close to Buck’s balls, so he could yell “balltap!” and kick him in the cojones. He did so and got Buck harder than he meant to. Buck yowled in pain and laughed, leaning back and gripping his balls to protect them from his foot.
“Owwwww, fuck, Lem, fuck-!” He kicked in the direction of Lem but didn’t really aim it. In this tiny space, it was hard to miss, but it was only a glancing blow to the meat of Lem’s hip, as he twisted away. “Makin’ my… balls achin’! Aw, fuck!”
Buck jumped up, and his dick flopped near Igo’s face. He backed off quietly. Buck paced in the tiny space — he could only take a few steps back and forth — as he held his sore balls. “Ow, shit! Lem, I nevuh hit ya balls that hard!”
Lem laughed. “I ain’t mean it, I ain’t mean to hit ’em that hard-” He held his hands up then went back to protecting his own balls. “Don’t — I ain’t mean to-“
“Fuck!” Buck roared and stamped his feet.
“I ain’t mean to kick that hard, sorry, sorry,” Lem said. He was still laughing too hard to sound genuine. “I ain’t mean to.” Then he did a horsey version of Buck’s Appalachian drawl. “Leeeeehm-uh, you’s mayahkin’ muh bawwwhhhls buh ayahkin! Ayahkin!”
“I don’t say it like that-! Fuck you, Lem!”
“Mah baaaaaaawwwhls iz ayahkin like baaaayahkin-“
Buck was laughing too now, as the pain in his balls eased. He had to admit that was funny — he had a comedic soft spot for guys getting hit in the balls. He still held them in his hand, his dong still dangling free. He bent over a little, realizing only too late that that put his hairy ass near Igo’s face. “Oh, my bad, Igo-“
“Shove somethin’ in there, Igo!” Lem said with a howl. “Just grab whatevuh you got ovuh there. He always used ta put his ass in my face till I jammed a handheld radio in his booty.” He made a little psst sound. “Went right up there. Nevuh came out.”From Buck the Roughneck
Kareem
Kareem blushed and tried to cover himself again with both hands, but he was shivering so bad it hurt, and his teeth chattered so hard he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t stand still. Lem batted his hands away. Buck burst into uproarious laughter when he saw.
“Yo, nigga, what the fuck?!” Lem said. He turned to Buck. “Yo, Buck, you see that?”
“Nah, ya bony asshole was in my way,” Buck said. “What happened?”
Lem darted to where Kareem shivered and stood, his hands at his sides as he was doubled over and gasping, shivering violently. His light brown body gleamed with ice-cold shower water. He faced the wall, so all Lem and Buck could see was his smooth buttcheeks. He didn’t see Lem come up behind him and twirl him around so his back was to the wall. “Yo, nigga, Kareem, what’s up wit’cha dick?”
Kareem blushed and tried to cover himself again with both hands, but he was shivering so bad it hurt, and his teeth chattered so hard he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t stand still. Lem batted his hands away. Buck burst into uproarious laughter when he saw.
There was no penis.
Or maybe there was? Buck didn’t see it at all at first, then stepped closer.
Yep, it was a micropenis. It was a a fleck of flesh. “Yo, buddy, you — you just cold, right?” Buck furrowed his brow. “He prolly just cold, Lem.”
“It’s fine, it’s…” Kareem took a deep breath. He couldn’t get warm, and he felt like he was getting colder even though he was out of the water. The whole showering area was freezing quickly because of all the cold water. Lem and Buck weren’t worried because it would be like a sauna when the hot water turned on imminently.
“That ain’t normal shrinkage,” Lem said. He went to the shower and jutted his crotch into the water. He had a serious look on his face until he touched the water, then he laughed and howled. Even knowing the cold water was coming, he still was shocked by the iciness of it, and he danced in place. He showed his dong off to Buck. “See? It only shrink a little.” He pointed to Kareem. “He got little-boy dick. How old is you?”
“I’m eighteen!” Kareem said. “It’s normal! My doctor says it’s fine.” His cheeks were bright red.
“That ain’t fine,” Buck said. “You can’t even get that in a pussy, you know. Ya dick is littler than pussy lips.” He got closer to Kareem and slapped his hand out of the way.
Kareem’s weiner was fingernail-length, and his balls were shrunken — that was indeed just shrinkage from the shower water, as Kareem’s balls were normal-sized. He panted and jumped up and down, still freezing from the water evaporating off his skin. The floor felt like ice.
“Hhhhhnnnnn!” Kareem tried to both warm up and cover his crotch, but Buck kept slapping his hand away.
“I think he might be one of them hermaphorodities,” Lem said. He got up real close to Kareem and cupped his balls and dick in one hand. “Like that ain’t a dick, it’s a clit. He got balls in place of a actual pussy.”
“Really?” Buck said.
“No!”
“Is that a thing?” Buck came closer too, and he even got on his knees to inspect Kareem’s dick more closely.
“No!”
“Yeah-huh, I seen a article ’bout it,” Lem said. The showering area was beginning to fill with steam as the water turned warm finally. “Hey, you you got a pussy I can fuck?”
Kareem tried to get away but slipped and landed on the floor on his ass. Before he knew it, he was pinned by Lem’s knees, and Lem’s big black dick was in his face. “Get off me!”
On black cops
Buck immediately took off his sandals and briefs, and he sat on the bench in the center of the locker area. Lem undressed more slowly, as he continued a long story that had begun before they entered the corridor.
Finally they went out to the showers, their pace quickening as soon as they left their heated home and ventured out into the unheated corridor. Their sandaled feet clopped loudly on the cold steel floor.
It was cold enough to take Buck’s breath away, the exhilaration waking him up like the opposite of a hot cup of coffee. It felt good, his chest literally steaming because he had been so hot on the other side of their makeshift blanket wall and now the air out in the corridor was around the freezing point. Pinpoints of ice prickled the tips of his chest hair. He wore only his briefs and his shower sandals, so his skin ruddened and tingled.
Lem hot-tailed it into the bathroom, and Buck arrived more slowly after. They were glad to see they had the whole space for themselves. Most roughnecks showered in little nationality groupings, and Buck and Lem were the only two Americans.
The rig shower looked trashy — it was trashy — because it was rarely cleaned. It smelled strongly of feet. A garbage can overflowing with soap boxes, shampoo bottles and abandoned underwear sat in one corner of the showering area.
But there was something cozy about it, Buck thought. It was warm and inviting, and it felt like a sauna in here. People had hung towels up, some of them apparently having been left for years because they were abandoned and never cleaned up — you could tell because there was algae growing on them. In a few places, there were cracks in the walls, filled with makeshift rags and remnants of old life preservers as insulation.
He immediately took off his sandals and briefs, and he sat on the bench in the center of the locker area. Lem undressed more slowly, as he continued a long story that had begun before they entered the corridor.
“So I tolds the cops that that nigga was my daddy, he ain’t sayin’ I took his car — I was r’trievin’ his car from them othuh nigguhs I don’t know,” Lem said. “And the white fellah, he says he believe me but he still gettin’ his taser out and shit, and he lookin’ at me like he ain’t believe me. The other po-liceman, he a nigga — he a redbone nigga, you know ’bout them right? He redbone as fuck, nigga, lookin’ like a crayon and shit.” He wasn’t even undressing anymore. Lem had gotten down to his drawers and shirt, but he didn’t want to take his shirt off because he would have to lift it over his head and that would break eye contact with Buck and interrupt his story. He paused with his shirt half up, baring his ropy chest. “He say outright he ain’t believe me. Black cops is the worst, lemme tell you-“
“Yeah,” Buck said. “Black cops is a buncha shitheads-” He hung his head and sighed because Lem was on a tear and not listening to him.
“I was like, you ain’t gotta tase a brother just cuz you ain’t call the man who reported his car missin’,” Lem said. “My pops’ll say I gots permissy-on to come get it. Them nigguhs who took it ain’t even try to stop me, on account of they know I’ll pop ’em off in a heartbeat.” He stopped suddenly because someone walked in.From Buck the Roughneck
You gonna be my cell wife
“You gonna be my cell wife,” Elwin said. “Mostly, that means you do wifey stuff, like you wash my clothes and you make sure I got toilet paper in the roll, that kinda thing.”
From Buck the Roughneck
Annie and two big men
“Why don’t you go ahead and undress, big man? Lemme see what you’re working with,” Annie said with a blush and a giggle. Buck tore his clothes off, and his giant manhood unfurled. Annie stopped giggling, and she let out a groan of excitement. “Ooh, that’s nice and hefty.” She took a deep drink from her cup of creme de menthe.
“He heavy as hell, baby,” Lem said. “He’ll crush you. Lemme go first. I ain’t gonna break you apart.”
“Neither will I! I is real gentle, ma’am,” Buck said. He bent over and plowed his massive tongue all the way into her pussy. Lem dropped his briefs and raced to thwack his dick on Buck’s tongue, leaving a layer of precum dripping from his lip to her clit. “Get off me, Lem, that’s gross!”
“No fighting, boys,” Annie said. She let out a well-rehearsed moan, then patted Buck on the mullet. His hair was wet and smelled like the brothel’s shampoo. He looked up, face and beard moist with her pussyjuice, tongue still lapping at her womanhood. “C’mon up here, Buck, lemme see your dick.”From Buck the Roughneck
Annie Chuckle
Annie looked good as hell in her room, which was softly lit with a pinkish light. It made her look young. Her plump body was not fat, her ass was perfectly defined — not bleeding together into her thighs and her belly — Lem had said over and over that that was what separated ugly-fat from sexy-fat.
From Buck the Roughneck
Rig gets cold at night
It was going to get colder, eventually cold enough for Buck to want to put some clothes on. Being allowed to walk around naked was one of the things Buck liked about the rig — he was a hefty lad who liked to let his bits hang free when he could — so he was gonna lay here until he woke up cold. Then he’d put some night clothes on and get under a blanket, and then Lem’s body curled up next to him like an elderly cat would feel nice.
“Psst, hey Buck,” Lem said softly, cooing, trying not to wake Buck up all the way. He gently poked him with one finger. “Can you roll ovuh?”
Buck grunted sleepily.
Lem poked Buck’s hairy, tattooed bicep with a finger again. “Roll ovuh for a sec. I gotta reach somethin’.” They did often have to move each other in order to reach something or in order to get out of the dead-end and head out to the bathroom, stuff like that.
So Buck did roll over. “Huh? Why?” Buck murmured, still half-asleep. He sprawled out on his belly.
“So I can attempt at’cha,” Lem said softly, kindly. Buck’s ass was bare and thick like a pleasantly fat female, but it was too hairy to be really enticing. Lem was hard enough not to care. He sat up and mounted Buck from behind. He got a massive fleshy-thick backside. Lotta meat in those buttcheeks to spread apart. Lem gotta use all his fingers to spread them. “Ssssh, don’t move, Buckums. I’mma get up ya guts.”
He got more lotion out and smeared it over his dick. Lem spread Buck’s hairy asscheeks with one hand, then used his other to guide his dong into the hole. He moved slow to avoid waking Buck up.From Buck the Roughneck
Pull-ups
“I know it ain’t nevuh been cool to got cornrows lookin’ like graverows. Ya scalp look like the cemetery you ’bout to move into, Lem.”
“This is my space too!” Lem said. “I don’t wanna live in ya pigsty!” He licked his teeth as Buck resumed doing pullups. “Don’t get all sweaty neithuh. You stink at night.”
“You stink at night! You smell like asphalt, old man,” Buck said with a grin. He was getting good at these pullups. It was more like a gymnast on the parallel bars than a traditional pullup, and he could feel it working his shoulders and his thighs real good. “Asphalt and menthol cigarettes. Why you smoke menthols anyway? Taste like toothpaste.” He did another pullup, angling his hairy feet towards Lem, who dodged them and took a drag on his cigarette.
“Bullshit! You a redneck hillbilly mothahfuckah! You got so much hair! Why can’t you shave nothing?”
“Just makes it grow back thicker,” Buck said. His biceps strained to keep him parallel to the ceiling, his feet now above Lem’s head. Buck placed one foot on Lem’s cornrows. His scalp was palpable and smooth beneath the coarse rows of silver-and-black hair. “Old black men with cornrows look ridiculous, Lem, you know that, right?”
“Shut the fuck up. What do you know about black hair?” Lem glared at the foot resting on his scalp, but he didn’t push it off. Buck’s balls dangled between his legs in front of Lem’s face.
“I know it ain’t nevuh been cool to got cornrows lookin’ like graverows. Ya scalp look like the cemetery you ’bout to move into, Lem-” He put both feet on Lem’s shoulders.
With both of Buck’s feet on his shoulders, his cock and balls were right in front of Lem’s face. Lem didn’t complain because Buck’s heavy feet weighed him down, and he didn’t want to look like he was unable to handle that. “I ain’t — ain’t nothin’ wrong with cornrows on a man who got some years — I ain’t gotta justify myself to some knuckle-headed honky who look like he too trashy for the trailer park.”
“What’s that mean? I am from a trailer park-“
“Figures. Ain’t nothin’ worse than white trash-” Lem stopped because Buck had used his feet on Lem’s shoulders to pull him closer. Still dangling from the pull-up bar, Buck had his ankles on Lem’s shoulders, holding him in place as Buck humped the air to make his dick flop forward — he was trying to slap Lem on the head with his dong. Lem still didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of complaining about the weight on his shoulders.
“What’s so bad about trailer parks? I like mine. It’s called Smashwood,” Buck said. He got enough momentum to angle his body and angle Lem’s too, a little closer, and that was enough for his fatty pecker to land on Lem’s forehead.From Buck the Roughneck