Cody was plenty warm now, with his blankets and Buck’s, and his little feet resting in Buck’s crotch, he fell asleep in Buck’s arms. Once the prison staff got the heat back on, Cody was warm enough to take off most of his clothes in the night. It was the most comfortable sleep he’d had since he got here.
He woke up when something hard touched his legs. Cody ain’t realize what it was at first or why it had woken him up. His head rested on Buck’s forearm, and he smelled Buck’s armpit. He wrinkled his nose.
Buck was moving. His giant meaty hand caressed Cody’s chest.
“Hmmmmmmmmm… Looossshhy…” Buck murmured — that was his girlfriend’s name: Lucy.
Cody realized that hard thing rubbing on and between his thighs was Buck’s thirteen-inch peenga. It was hot, hard and wet with precum. Cody squirmed, but Buck was drunk and sleeping deeply.
“Buck, Buck, wake up,” Cody said.
He was just a bit too slow though. Buck blinked his eyes open and groaned like he was in pain, moments before his cock slammed between Cody’s legs. It jutted towards Cody’s own crotch. Creamy cum spurted up, coating Cody’s dick and his chest.
“Ew, Buck!”
“Sorry, buddy…” Buck said, bleary-eyed and yawnsome, but he ain’t stop. He kept humping Cody’s legs. “Sorry, I was-” He moaned into Cody’s ear as another cumwad spurted up onto Cody’s chest. “I was dreamin’-“
Tag: heat
Heat on rig
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