Cold Meat 2: Slippery When Wet

Cold Meat 2:
Slippery when wet
By

Forcemaster2000


He kept telling himself, at least it’s a job. Spencer Drake had spent more than enough of the last few years on the unemployment line, or worse yet, standing in line at a soup kitchen. There were plenty worse jobs than pushing corpses around the morgue, at least that’s what he kept telling himself.
At the moment, he was pushing some old dead fart from ICU down to the meat locker. The old guy came in that morning complaining of chest pains, well, he wasn’t having them anymore! Spencer couldn’t help chuckling at his own wit. At least he wasn’t laughing out loud at his own private joke, as he too often did. People tended to look at him funny when he did that. Everyone at the hospital seemed to think just cause you worked with the corpses you were supposed to be all somber and reverent.
Spencer was always careful to not make faces or crack jokes around the grieving family. Once he was in the back halls or better yet, down in the morgue it was a different story. The Doctor in charge of the morgue even cracked a few funny ones now and then himself, he claimed that there was something wrong with anyone who couldn’t find a little gallow’s humor in this line of work. That was fine with Spencer, his friends had always told him he had a sick sense of humor.
Pushing the gurney onto the small service elevator, he sidled in next to it and pressed the third sub-basement button. Alone for a few minutes, Spencer couldn’t resist trying something. Lifting the sheet off the body, he reached under the flimsy gown and grabbed the old guy’s penis and began jerking it up and down. He wasn’t gay or anything, he kept telling himself, he just wanted to see a corpse with a hard-on just once! He’d seen it on the internet. There was this twisted site where this good looking chick was always doing corpses, sometimes when she was doing guys they’d get erections. His friends figured it was all just faked, but he’d seen enough dead people to know the real thing when he saw them.
The guy’s penis was small, and it was hard to get a grip on it. Spencer watched the elevators progress as it slowly descended. It didn’t look like he was going to have any luck, the guy was as flaccid as a wet noodle. That girl seemed to mostly get their cocks hard with her mouth, but there was no way in Hell he was doing that! Suddenly, Spencer felt something warm and wet splashing on his hand.
“Shit!” he yelped, pulling his wet hand out from under the sheet. The guy’s bladder had let loose, piss quickly soaked the white sheet. Unfortunately he’d seen this plenty of times. He was wiping his hand off on the corner of the sheet when the chime sounded and the elevator doors slid open. The hall was empty at least. Pushing the gurney out he turned right and banged open the double doors leading into the morgue.
“Watch it Spence!” yelled Idria Johnson, jumping out of the way at the last second. Idria was a hot little black girl who worked in the Family Services department. She was the newest girl in the department, so of course she got stuck with the onerous task of cataloguing the recently deceased and co-ordinating with the families and the physicians.
“Sorry, Idria,” said Spencer, trying hard not to be too obvious as he stared at her cleavage. She was wearing a thin, white blouse that was showing it off quite well. For a petite woman, she had the tits and ass of one of those hot, rap-video booty girls. “I guess I got in a hurry, got a leaker here!”
Idria looked over at the corpse and grimaced, “he pissed himself?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said, trying to affect an air of worldly knowledge. “They do that sometimes, before rigger sets in the muscles in the body still relax and contract every now and then.” He pulled the wet sheet off to throw it in the linen bin. Too late he realized he’d forgot to pull the gown back down.
Idria’s eyes widened for a moment in surprise, then of all things, she giggled. “Somebodies got an awfully small dingle-dangle there!” She held her thumb and index finger about an inch apart and squinted at the corpses small cock. “I feel sorry for his wife.”
“Maybe he’s a grower, not a shower,” said Spencer.
“You think so?” Idria said, still staring at the man’s penis.
Grab it and find out, that’s what Spencer wanted to say so badly. He couldn’t count the times he’d had fantasy sex with Idria while he jerked himself off. In the end though, all he had the nerves to say was, “they say a corpse can get hard-ons, I’ve never seen it happen though.”
Idria lifted her eyebrows in mock surprise, turning to head out the double doors she said over her shoulder, “if you ever get an erection…”, she giggled again, a sound like bubbling water, “I mean if a corpse ever gets an erection, call me. That’s something I’d like to see!”
As the double doors banged closed, Spencer stood there mutely, his mouth hanging open in shock and surprise. If he didn’t know any better he’d swear that ‘sexy’ Idria was just flagrantly flirting with him. As a matter of fact, he was certain of it! He was in such a good mood, he didn’t even mind cleaning piss off the gurney after transferring Mr. Smith to his locker.

Two weeks had passed, and finally a situation arose that Spencer felt was deserving of taking a risk on.