Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2020 00:15:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: robert barhorst <rab2161@yahoo.com>
Subject: basement bar

Opening Home Bar
This is a true story.

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My stepbrother and I have been working for three years on building a bar in
my basement, my brother and I had started on some of the cabinets and it
took us a year due to my brother had several different cancers show up and
with chemo treatments and surgery he wasn't able to work on the bar
cabinets for a year and then when it was all and done, we started to work
our butts off trying to get caught back up on getting the bar built.

I decided instead of us wasting time on building the cabinets for the back
wall we would start on the bar itself, he agreed but with his health he
needed me to run the saw and drill hole while he told me what to do and
watched to make sure I was doing it right.  We got the lower cabinets done
and started on the lower countertop and sink area.  We knew how we wanted
it and had talked to a plumber friend of ours about how we could use the
floor drain as the sink drain and when it came time for us to install the
sink and have the plumbing done, our regular plumber died and joined his
wife in heaven.  We tried to get ahold of his son to come and hook up the
drain but there was no number where we could call him at.

But as luck would have it, my stepbrother was talking to his granddaughter
and she told him how her new husband was now a plumber and he could
possibly help us with getting the pipe hooked up and hooked to the water
supply and floor drain.  He came over on a Saturday afternoon and we talked
to him about what we wanted and after about an hour he had figured out how
to do what we wanted.  We installed the sink and got everything he needed
to hook up the water and all the pipes to hook up the drain.  We agreed
that we would pay him for the work, and he didn't want to take any money at
first and we told him either he took the money, or we would report him.  He
knew it was all talk, but he took the money and within two hours had all
the plumbing hooked up and the water running.  We gave him the money and he
said thanks.  Now it was up to us to get the top of the bar done.  My
stepbrother's health got worse and he said that I would have to do more
work then he thought but I was up to it.  I wanted the bar itself done
before anything else and worse than anyone else.

I hosted orgies in the basement and would have water and pop to people to
drink and popcorn to snack on so I wanted to use the top of the bar instead
of a fold up table that we were using which took up a lot of room that
could be used for more sex play.  We were glad the winter weather was mild,
and we would be able to work in the garage and get the heaters to keep us
warm enough to work.  We started working on the top of the bar and within a
week had it cut and finish on it.  Now we just had to cut the edges again
and then work on getting it down in my basement.  Being 12-foot-long it was
going to be hard, but I figured that we had removed several sofas when I
had the floor finished with vinyl that it wouldn't be that hard in getting
the top down the stairs.  After three hours my friend and I finally got it
down the stairs, and in place.  We had to readjust the supports and screw
them down from the bottom.  That was so much fun to say the least.  Now we
had to come up with the arm rest.  Now remember I had just learned how to
use the table saw and router and my roommate not being healthy, and we were
going to start on the edge rail on a Saturday that I was going to be the
last Saturday off.  Due to the orders at work were increasing and we would
have to either get our butts working faster and harder or we were going to
have to work Saturdays.

I stayed up on this Friday night and did some work on my computer getting
some computer work done and some housework done.  It was a raining night
and they were predicting snow so I decided to put some salt on the stairs
so incase the rain froze the salt would melt it.  Stupid me because I
didn't think that the rain would either dissolve the salt or wash it away.
Well the water froze, and I was in a hurry to get to the grocery store so I
could get home and get some more housework done and then work on the bar
rail.  Well one step on the three steps leaving my back porch and I was on
the ground.  Yeah, the rain froze, and I just slipped on ice and down I
went.  My side hurt where I landed on the steps.  I figured that I just
bruised the hell out of it, but once I was home from the store my breather
got harder and my side was hurting worse.  I called a friend and he took me
to the hospital and there I was told I broke two ribs and punctured my lung
and was getting admitted to the hospital.

It took three hours before they admitted me and then they had a bunch of
tests and then they told me that I would be in the hospital a couple of
days and then out of work for 6 weeks if not better.  They checked me in
and found a room for me.  It was small to say the least and my friend
stayed with me for a couple of hours to help me get undressed due to
bending or even the little movement I was in pain to say the least.  I was
assigned two female nurses for the first couple of hours and since I hadn't
eaten in over 12 hours I was asking for food due to my stomach was hurting
and finally they got permission for me to eat and I called down to the
kitchen and they informed me it would be at least 2 hours for me to even
get a bite to eat.  I was pissed but then 20 minutes a cute guy showed up
with food for me.  It turned at that the doctor in the emergency room
called the kitchen and ordered food that I could handle in my stomach on
what medication they were going to give me could handle.

Well the kitchen guy made a pass at me and said my good looks must have
gotten me a little extra attention in the ER.  I thanked him and said that
they sent me a hot man to deliver my food so I was lucky, but it was a pity
I was so hurt we couldn't do anything about it.  He blushed and said
thanks.  After I ate the doctor from the ER showed up and asked how he did
on ordering my food.  I thanked him and he said that if I had any more
trouble getting food let him know and he would get me some.  I thanked him
and he said no problem, and before he left, he gave me his phone number.  I
was surprised and happy at the same time.  The nurse showed up and he left,
I gave my friend the phone number and told him to put it with my personal
stuff when he did that his phone rang and his mother was calling saying she
needed him at her house and asked how I was and he told her.  At the same
time my phone rang, and it was my sister and she wanted to talk but once I
told her that I was in the hospital she said she was on her way.  I told
her my room number and my friend had to leave.  She asked if there was
anything I needed and all I needed was a phone charger.

An hour later she showed up but before then this hunk of a guy showed up in
my room and said he was going to be my night nurse and he had to give me
some more meds and he wrote his name.  he then went and gave me several
different drugs and within five minutes my mind was under the effect of the
drug which one was oxycontin and I was flying.  The nurse was saying
different things to me and I just was checking him out and enjoying looking
at his hot body. Without thinking about it I reached out through the
bedrail and grabbed his crotch and he didn't move at the time and just
stood there.  I smiled and so did he, but he said he would be back later he
had other patients to take care of and backed off and left.

As my luck would have it my sister and her husband showed up and was nice
enough to bring a phone charger with them and plugged it in so it would
charge for the night.  They stayed for about an hour and half and just
before they left the doctor came in and read my last readings and said I
was doing better but it would be awhile before I was going to back to work
or lifting anything heavy.  My sister asked him some questions and the
doctor answered them and then he said that I needed to get some sleep and
my sister, and her husband left the room.  The doctor stayed for a couple
of minutes and asked some questions of me and one was how I was feeling.  I
told him that the pain was mild unless I moved to my left side and how the
drug were affecting me.  He said that was good and said that I needed to
watch what I did do to the drugs made me feel a little bit better and I
could hurt myself more if I did something that would move my ribs out of
place.  I told him that one of the cords was getting caught up on the rail
on my right side and he moved over to that side of the bed and checked out
the cord and moved it around some and freed it up more so it wasn't getting
stuck anymore.

Now the doctor was cute also I would say around 45 curly brown hair and
moustache, nice body on him and a cute ass.  He had a nice sexy voice, I
reached out again through the rails and grabbed his crotch and he didn't
move at first and then he looked down at me and said that I had grabbed a
armed weapon and it had a hair trigger.  I looked up at him and said is
that a threat or challenge, and he said.  I decided it was a challenge and
kept playing with it.  His cock got harder in his pants and then he stepped
back and untied the strap and pushed down his pants and underwear some, his
cock popped out of his pants and it was one nice looking piece of meat
which if I could I would have sucked but that would hurt.  So, I just kept
playing with it and he stepped back, and his cum leaked out of the head of
his cock.  He let out low moans as his cock kept dripping out cum.  He
thanked me and pulled a napkin off the table and wiped his cock clean and
pulled back up his pants.  He tired his strap and then said I needed to get
some sleep.

The doctor left the room turning off the light and told me to get some
sleep.  I feel asleep with the television on and was having a nice dream,
then I felt someone grab my arm and I woke up there was a figure on my
right side, and he was doing something with my arm.  This scared the hell
out of me at first but then I heard a voice saying that he was just getting
some blood for some test and sorry that he woke me.  I asked him to please
turn on the light, which he stopped doing what he was doing and did so.  I
could see him and allowed him to continue and in a couple of minutes he was
done and left.  He left the lights on and I started to watch the television
again.  I was getting into the movie that was on and the night nurse came
in to check on me and saw I was awake and asked if I was okay.  I told him
yeah and how I was woken up and he said he needed to check my blood
pressure and then get a sugar count again.  I told him okay and he was
doing this on my right side.  I decided that this was his way of letting me
know that it was okay to mess with his cock again.  So, once he was done
taking my blood pressure and my blood sugar, I started to talk to him again
and I worked my hand through the rails again and grabbed his crotch.  I
started to play with his cock more and it grew to be 6 inches or more and I
kept playing with it and he didn't move.  After about ten minutes he asked
if I was hungry for some gravy and I said yes.  He had me move my arm and
lowered the rail and then lowered the head of the bed a little bit then he
pulled down his pants and his cock popped out by my face and he told me to
open my mouth.  He jerked his cock a little bit more and moved closer to my
mouth and I opened my lips.  He got a little bit closer and his cock was
touching my lips and he shot his load in my mouth.

He pulled up his pants real fast and got my bed back where it was and said
I needed to get some sleep.  He turned off my television and turned off the
lights and left the room.  I fell asleep again and woke up again in three
hours when the lady nurse came in my room.  Before I said a word, I grabbed
the drink I had on the table and took a drink.  Then I asked what she
wanted, and she said that it was time for me to take my meds and asked if I
was hungry for some food.  She gave me my meds and took my order for some
food.  I asked about my night nurse and she said he left for the day.  Then
she left, the food was delivered to my room and I ate it.  As the day went
on, I kept hearing that they were going to send me home as soon as the
doctor signed off on my paperwork.  My sister called and asked how things
were going and I told her.  She said she would be up to visit me after she
got a shower in and dressed.  I said okay and watched more of the
television.

An hour later the doctor came back into my room and asked how I was
feeling, and I told him that my side still hurt like hell, but I was
feeling better.  He told me that he was waiting for my test results to come
back and he wanted one more set of x-rays and if they looked good then he
would send me home.  He walked over to the curtains and pulled them shut
and then came back over to me and said he enjoyed what happened last night
and would like it to happen again and more.  I told him I would too, and he
leaned down and gave me a kiss.  Then he bent back up and said that when I
was fully recovered to give him a call and we could get together.

I reached over and grabbed his crotch again and he pulled back and said he
had to be careful at work and I told him I understood.  Then there was a
knock at the door, and it was the orderly to take me to x-ray.  The doctor
told them to come in and he was helping me out of my bed.  We walked out of
the room with the help of the orderly and I was helped into the bed in the
hall.  I went and had the x-ray done and taken back to my room.  My sister
was there, and she said she had ordered me some food to eat and we talked
till the food got there and then she cut up the food for me due to my side
was starting to hurt again.

I ate everything on my plate and then a nurse came in and told me that if
the test results came out good, I would probably be out of there by 7pm.  I
was happy and sad at the same time but as the day went on and more test
were run something told me I would be going home.  I was because I knew my
hospital bill was going to be higher than a kite could fly.  But sad
because I wanted to have some fun again with the night nurse again.  More
blood was taken, and I was given some more meds which made me a little
dizzy.  I started to fall asleep again for about an hour and then woke up
to being told that I was going to be going home and all the paperwork was
being printed up.

I got home and it was 7pm and I was tired again and went to bed.  I rested
the rest of the week only going to my family doctor and being told I would
be out of work for 4 to 6 weeks and I had some paperwork for them to fill
out.  The rest of the week was boring and the following week I wanted to
start working on the bar top and trying to get more of it done.  My
roommate and I started to work on the bar top with me and him lifting the
wood and running the saw we got the top cut and put on the finish.  It
would take a couple of days for the top to fully glue to the wood and dry.
Then we had to figure how to get the top into the basement.  We called my
friend who lived down the street and he worked together to measure the top
and how we could get it down the steps into the basement.  Once we figured
that out, we trimmed up the top and, on that Sunday, we moved the top
slowly into the basement.  The mounts for the top were already in place and
we were able to put the top into place.  It took us an hour to get the top
down the steps and we had to rest for an hour, or should I say I needed to
rest for an hour.  My side was killing me.

Once I rested, we went back to work and we got the top screwed into place
and everything checked, and double checked it was perfect.  Now we had the
handrail to put in place and then we could start with wiring up some of the
lights and then we would be able to put the front of the bar on.  We had
only started to get the rail on, and my side started to hurt more and more.
I let me friend and roommate work on the bar while I went up and laid down
for an hour or so.  I heard a loud boom and woke up and rushed as fast as I
could down into the basement.  They had the rail on and was drilling the
holes for the wiring.  I asked what the loud sound was on they said they
had to hit the rest in place. And when they did the scale fell on the
floor.  I was glad it didn't brake but was happier that rail was in place.

My friend was only going to be able to help during the weekend and it would
be up to me and my roommate to work on the bar during the week.  I had
posted on a website what had happened to me and two of the guys said that
they were wood workers and would be happy to help with the bar.  My
roommate was happy someone offered to help with the bar so we could get it
done more.  I contacted the two guys for my roommate, and he met the guys
and they talked, and he liked how both knew their stuff when it came to
woodworking.  So, we all worked on, the bar and was getting more and more
done but once the bar itself was done we needed to start working on the
back cabinets.  I had another visit with my family doctor, and they took
some more x-rays and my doctor told me that I would be able to go back to
work on the following Monday.  This was going to put us back on the bar but
my roommate and they other two guys said they would be able to work on the
bar and cabinets while I went back to work.  I was able to go and get the
wood we wanted to put the front of the bar on and ordered the bar
footrails.  We needed to do for the bar was get some of the electric wiring
hooked up and turn on some of the lights to make sure they were working,
and the outlets were working right.  I had to contact my cousins' husband
to see if he could help or if he knew some one retired that was looking for
some work on the side.  John (my cousin's husband) said that he couldn't
some of his health conditions, but he knew two guys that are retired and
looking for some work to get them out of the house.  One of the names I
knew but wasn't sure how I knew him.  We called the guys, and both showed
up but one of them said that he wasn't really interested in the work
because he had more important job to do.  So, we said fine, and he left the
other guy I knew in fact I had fooled around with him for several months,
but his wife got in the way of us from seeing each other as much as we
wanted.

I was working only five days a week and had the weekend off and was working
on the bar as much as I could, and we were getting the bar done faster then
before.  I was learning how to use the table saw and router and several of
the other tools that I never had.  My roommate's health was getting worse
every day, some days he couldn't do anything and other days he was working
on the bar.  We had things coming together and the days he didn't feel good
the other guy was busy working on the cabinets due to all the perfect
drawings and diagrams my roommate had drawn up.  I would wake up and get a
pot of coffee going to everyone and get dressed and when the other two guys
showed up we would work on the bar until an hour before I had to go to work
and change clothes and go to work.  When I would get home, I would make
food for my roommate for the next day and check on what work was done while
I was at work.

Little did my roommate know that I was having sex some days with the guys,
but we were getting work done.  His health was good one day and bad the
next and it was getting worse.  The whole basement was coming to life and
when people would come to the orgies, they were noticing how far the bar
was improving and their comments were great.  Everything was going great
until one day my roommate had his nurses visit and she said that I needed
to get him to the hospital.  I took him to the emergency room, and they
admitted him, his heart was getting worse and worse and it was just a
matter of time before he would be admitted to the hospital and not leaving
except in a body bag.  He wanted to get the bar done so I would have
something of his making in my house.  We almost had it done, and he was
working on a surprise party for me to celebrate the finishing of the bar.
There was a little more work to be done but it was looking great and
everything was going together like he said it would.  We were working on
the bar when my roommate said that he wasn't feeling good and wanted to go
to the hospital and I took him to the hospital and called from work.  The
doctor's said that he wasn't going to last much longer, and he could stay
at the hospital or go home and be in his bed when the time came.  I asked
him what he wanted to do, and he said he wanted to go home.  We packed up
all his stuff and I took him home.

I called and found one of the companies where a nurse comes and stays with
him while I'm at work and hired them.  We had just finished getting all the
lights hooked up and the finish on the cabinets.  It was late May infact my
birthday was going to be in a week.  The guys had everything done and we
had sex in the basement to celebrate.  My roommate had no idea of the sex
and I wasn't going to tell him.  It was a Friday before my birthday, and I
had just gotten home from work.  The nurse said he was in his room sleeping
and everything was fine.  I thanked her and she left for the night and
weekend.

I started to work in the kitchen to make some of the food he wanted to eat
for the weekend, and I went to the bathroom.  I noticed that his breath
machine wasn't sounding like it normally did and I went in to check on him.
His body was jumping, and I knew what that meant.  His defibrator was going
off and trying to get his heart to kick in.  I called 911 and when they
arrived, they said he was dead.  I called his step kids to tell them of his
passing and then left with the ambulance to the hospital where I told the
doctor to shut off the defibrator and let him sleep.  His daughter showed
up and so did some of my family.  We cried and said our goodbyes to him,
and the funeral parlor showed up to take his body.  I had to call them, and
they took him in a blanket.  We all cried some more but knew he was in a
better place.  That Monday I had to call off work and get some of the
funeral business taken care off.  A week later we had a memorial service at
the house, and we all had a drink at the bar.

The biggest party was going to be that Sunday when all our gay friends
showed up and we would again celebrate my roommate's life.  I didn't know
what he wanted to happen, so I was playing all by ear as they say.  I was
worn out trying to get all of his personal business done and work for the
week and when the weekend came up, I had to get the house ready again and
food, and drink supplies.  I welcomed all our friends and we all were down
in the basement when one of the guys started to read something I didn't
hear of before.  It was a letter from my roommate and what he wanted to
give me for my birthday.  The letter told everyone to grab me and pull off
my clothes and put me in the sling and fuck me till cum was coming out of
my ass all over the floor.  This surprised me like crazy and I didn't think
anyone was going to do anything, but they all decided to follow my
roommates last wishes and they did everything the letter said.

I had over fifteen guys fuck me filling my ass with them cum and kisses.  I
was in heaven but at the same time I was said that my roommate wasn't there
to see it happen.  This part of the story is fiction due to my roommate is
still alive, but his health isn't good.  I hope you like the story and
gotten off over it.

Let me know how you liked it.
Bob
Rab2161@yahoo.com