Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... again.

“So, tell me about this card game you went to last night.” Gerald said as he examined a couple of coffee cups to see if they were clean, or clean enough for coffee anyway. He grimaced and found a clean spoon in one of the drawers.

“Just some friends having fun…” Hank mumbled through his hands still holding his face.

Gerald set the mugs and the spoon on the table and looked through the debris on the counter beside the sink, moving dirty dishes and beer cans aside till he found what he was looking for, a jar of instant coffee. It was an off brand of course, and probably stale at that. He brought that over to the table as well before taking a seat across the table from Hank.

“Hank… Fun doesn’t usually end with someone getting shot. What the hell happened out there at the shed last night?” Gerald rumbled with subdued annoyance. He was biting back his anger knowing that it would not be conducive to getting the information he needed from Hank.

Hank groaned again and leaned back in his chair to stare up at the ceiling. Well, to stare as best as one could with their eyes closed anyway. Gerald opened the coffee jar and spooned out two heaping spoonsful to each of the coffee mugs. Hearing the water begin to boil in the kettle, he stood up and went to the stove to get it. Back at the table he poured the water into the mugs and set it back on the stove. Resuming his seat, he stirred the coffee in each mug and slid one over in front of Hank.

“Ger… I don’t know… I ...

... mean… Ah shit man!” Hank moaned, grimacing at the sound of his own voice again. Opening his eyes, he saw the mug in front of him and reached for it. With shaky hands he brought the steaming liquid to his face and sniffed long and hard before squinting his eyes open to look at his old friend.

“Hank, I have it on good authority that Duke was at that same party.” Gerald said with one lone eyebrow arching upwards as he held his own mug of coffee in both hands, his elbows propped up on the table.

“Yeah, he was there.” Hank confirmed just before he took a tentative sip of the instant brew. Once it hit is taste buds though, he grimaced again almost as much as from the sound of his voice in his hangover plagued head.

“Who else was there?” Gerald pressed, still blowing on his coffee, still in no hurry to taste the foul stuff.

“Let me think… There was me, Duke, Darrel Johns, Henry Willis, and Walt. The usual poker guys.” Hank said before taking another sip of his coffee, and grimacing again.

“So, did someone cheat? Was that how tempers got short? An argument or a fight?” Gerald asked in rapid fire now that Hank was talking.

Hank opened one eye fully, well, both might have opened but one was a bit swollen so that wasn’t happening. He took a long deep breath and rolled his head around on his neck causing the bones to snap and crackle. He worked his jaw opened and closed and side to side. Gerald could see Hank’s tongue running around his teeth with his mouth closed as if ...