Oil Man
by munichguy
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OIL MAN
Chapter 14
“A Little Advice"
Matthew:
It’s only our second honeymoon day on Grand Cayman but with all we accomplished yesterday, it seems like several days have passed. Bradley is still asleep while I am wide awake and raring to go. But, first things first.
I get on all fours, hover over Bradley and kiss him gently from ears to chest to nipples. Moving on to his sculpted abs, I trace around each muscle with my tongue. I move further down to short, neatly-trimmed pubes and a giant phallus reaching for the sky.
I lick up and down the long, hard, thick shaft, letting a mouthful of saliva dribble down onto the head of this beautiful Man tool. The spit runs down the marble-hard shaft, lubing it for my throat.
I take Bradley in my mouth, run my tongue around the bulging, purple head, causing a stir from my husband. I immediately swallow him to the base and squeeze with my throat muscles, swallowing to massage his hardness.
Bradley:
“Good morning, my private ray of sunshine. Fuck, I love your wakeup calls, emptying my balls and eating that protein-packed, white, thick gelatin that is truly Man’s essence; it’s the greatest gift one Man can give to another. And, I’m going to gift you with it in just a minute. Yeah, here it comes baby, swallow my load, it’s gonna be a huge one. FUCK!!!! Damn it. AHHHHHHHHH, shit.”
I continue humping Matthew’s face until I reach sensory overload and have to stop. I am so wiped out for about two minutes before I bounce back. My body seems to sink deeper into the mattress and every muscle in my body relaxes.
“I have to admit that I think that by now, the sexual excitement will have grown a little less exciting. But truthfully, it gets more exciting all the time. Why is that?”
Matthew looks at me for a few seconds and says, “Maybe as I become more aware of what you like, I’m doing it better. And maybe you allow yourself to enjoy without the guilt of not returning to me what I give to you. Now that you know what a sub’s sexual relationship is to his Man, you just accept my giving you pleasure as my gift to you.”
“Well, whatever it is, I know our sex is just getting better. But for now, I think we should get up and have breakfast, gather up our gear and head out there to explore the beautiful underwater world of Grand Cayman."
When we shower together, I always get a hard-on when I think about what we have done while showering together. Thinking that it could happen again right now. Me getting head or fucking this beautiful man who worships me at least as much as I worship him. I feel a rush of happiness fill my body to the brim as I acknowledge to myself that I am happier now than ever before in my life. Matthew is truly the best thing that has ever happened to me. I pull him close to me, hugging him tightly, giving him gentle body kisses. He grabs my cock; bites a nipple and I get weak in the knees because I know what Matthew is about to do. He slides down my body onto his knees.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whisper.
Matthew:
I stand at the kitchen stove stirring scrambled eggs when I have a sudden thought.
“Bradley, after you get all the video you want today of the underwater world out there, we might consider driving over to the Crystal Caves to try and set up a private visit to get video without other tourists getting in the way.”
Bradley responds with excitement, “Great idea, Matthew. But do you think they will let us do that?”
“It’s free advertising for them. I have an idea. Just play along when we are there.”
Bradley shakes his head in agreement. “You’re the expert on setting things up. I hope we can pull it off. Clean HD video without a lot of heads in the way will be perfect.”
Meanwhile, I wonder what is going on back at channel 12. At this time of day, the newsroom should be coming alive as the crew wanders in.
Sebastian:
My stand-in assignment for the two weeks Matt is away on his honeymoon, is keeping me in a permanent state of anxiety. The stand-in boss, Molly enters and looks around to see who is already there. I hurry over to her before she gets busy.
“Good morning, Molly. Got a minute?”
“Basti, for you, I always have at least a minute,” Molls says with a smile.
“I have no idea how my first primetime newscast went last night and I wonder if I can see the overnight rating sheet for last night.”
“Sorry. But Matt left strict orders that none of the overnight ratings will be opened until he gets back. I have to deposit them each morning in a slotted lock box in his locked-up office. He wants to go over them with you when he gets back. Says he doesn’t want you to get rattled if the numbers are not what we expect and doesn’t want you to get overly confident if your numbers have soared.”
“OK. I can understand that, but I really would like to know how it was received by the audience[MJ1] .”
Molly smiles. “Did you get any listener phone calls last night? That will give us some indication.”
“I got four calls from viewers. One guy wanted to know where they’ve been hiding me, says he never has time to watch on weekends. He’s very complimentary and wishes me good luck. Says he enjoyed my newscast. Another wanted to discuss one of the local issues we reported on, so I talked with him for a few minutes. Another was from a woman who wanted to know why we were ignoring the pothole issue. All very nice calls.”
Molly’s expression brightens, “Then I think it went well. If you get no personal response from your viewers, it indicates they have no opinion or interest and that’s not good. So, I think you are doing OK. But, please do not message Matt and ask if you can see the overnight ratings. Don’t fucking do that. You will get minus points. He’s on a much-deserved getaway from the newsroom. It’s his honeymoon, so let him enjoy it.”
As I start to walk away, Molly has more on her mind.
“Basti, you know Matthew has high hopes for you here at channel 12. If things go as we hope they will, you have a chance to replace him weeknights so he can do a full-time job as the news director. We need that very badly. So, do not fuck up your chances. And, that brings me to a very personal piece of advice.”
Molly pauses, takes a deep breath and says, “You know I think that I’m the only one in the newsroom who knows that you’re gay. I only know because, as you remember, I caught you looking at gay porn on-line one day. Well, I have seen how you look at Bradley when he’s in your presence. You can’t take your eyes off of him. You’re in a trance. Most of us think that Bradley is almost abnormally, but my advice to you is stay away from him. He and Matt have a great relationship. They do NOT fool around with others. They have no interest in having sex with others. This is what they both want. So, do not try to do anything with Bradley. If you do, you will get tossed out of here in a second. And, that’s the easy part. Today, if you touch someone anywhere without their consent it can been seen in court as sexual harassment. If you acquire that label no one will hire you, because you bring with you the potential for the company to get sued because of your lifestyle and morals.
“Molly, that’s crazy.”
“Great, let me be wrong but I have observed you and I get paid to observe what goes on in the newsroom. You will be seeing a lot more of Bradley after he comes to work here when he returns to Dallas. The CEO wants him to take a position based on new technology the station is in the process of implementing. Basti, I have observed your attraction to Bradley and unless you control your feelings, there will be trouble. Oh, yeah, those guys have no secrets; they tell each other everything. If Matt knows you have touched his husband inappropriately, he will break both your legs and the arm you use to masturbate. He can do that in a matter of seconds. I have witnessed him in action. So, be forewarned. Basti, we all like you and really do want to see you succeed, so stay in control. Now I have to get back to my duties.”
I return to my workstation, feeling a bit numb. Am I insulted, or is it that I have been found out because I am so obvious? I ask myself. I get busy working on my idea for a documentary about the homeless in our area. I want to have the proposal finished to present to Matt as soon as he returns. During my visits to a homeless encampment near where I grew up, I made a sad discovery beyond the normal homelessness. I need to discuss with Matt how that single discovery will affect the rest of the proposed documentary.
Matthew:
Bradley helps me get my mask on and I help him get suited up for his dive into the crystal waters off the beach. “Good luck, down there, get some great video for us to watch tonight.”
He wades into the water, turns and over his shoulder yells, “I’ll do my best for you.”
I wave him to continue. After he disappears into the crystal-clear ocean, I wade out and start snorkeling, looking for Bradley below. I hover directly over him and watch him working. I snorkel about looking down to explore the beauty from slightly afar and then return to see how Bradley is doing.
This goes on until Bradley gets low on oxygen and comes up to meet me on the surface.
He pulls off his mask and says, “Matthew, I wish you could see these sponge growths and coral formations closeup. It’s so beautiful down there.”
“But, I’m not a certified diver and can’t rent the necessary gear because I don’t have proof of certification. And I haven’t been taught how to dive safely.”
“I know. Maybe you can take a course later and get certified. If you’re interested. It would be a lot of fun sharing the beauty of the sea with you.”
“Maybe you can video my course and we can use it on the air, somehow.”
“I would love that.”
We walk slowly back to the cottage, it’s lunch time.
“Bradley, how about we get some lunch out somewhere and then drive over to the Crystal Caves and see if we can get in there for a private shooting.”
“Yep, it’s worth a try.”
We shower to remove the salt residue from our time in the water and to wash away the sweat. Bradley is all smiles as we shower. After we finish, I tell Bradley to go relax because I have some extra body cleaning to do.
“Fuck, I was hoping for a little nooky before we go out among the natives and if I read you correctly, I will get my wish.” He is really excited, really excited.
I carefully flush my ass as I anticipate what sex mood we will be in once we get underway. The sex is always fantastic but the mood is different each time. Gentle and loving or rough and demanding. I love all the different moods but favor the times when I get manhandled by Bradley. He is so strong and powerful and that turns me on so much.
I walk into the bedroom to find Bradley, on the bed, on his back, stroking himself, although it must be for pleasure because he never needs to stroke to get it up. He’s not far from a full erection most of the time. I don’t know how he does it but I gratefully reap the benefits of his nearly constant hard-on.
I jump onto the bed and attack him playfully, tickling him for a few seconds before he flips me over on my back and presses his full body weight against me. I’m in heaven again.
“You must really be horny, Matthew to clean you pussy this early in the day. You might need a special fuck today to satisfy your horniness. I would have settled for a blowjob, but pussy is nearly always better for me because I feel in total control when I’m fucking.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, gorgeous stud of mine.”
Bradley ravages me with kisses, tongue on tongue as we taste each other. He’s holding off going inside me, teasing me to make me beg.
“Tell me what you need.”
“I need my husband to fuck me senseless.”
“Beg for it!”
“Please Bradley, go inside me and make me feel how big you are. Make me scream with pleasure, please, Bradley, fuck my man pussy, fucking knock me up.”
“How badly do you want my big dick? Convince me.”
“Bradley, I want you, I need you. Make me feel wanted and loved. Show me how a real Man treats his sub.”
“That did it for me. You’re gonna get it now.”
He grabs his dick and puts it at the entrance to the pleasure tube and gently pushes inside me. The only lube is his precum and there is always a lot of it. He pushes in a little and pulls out a little to spread his man-made lube inside before he takes all of me.
He pushes balls deep and moves his ass in circles, grinding deeply in me. He starts to talk dirty about my hungry pussy and how his big dick is gonna satisfy my itch. He reminds me of how we are always here for each other, taking care of each other. He wants to protect me and keep me safe.
“Bradley, baby, you do take care of me all the ways I need. I always feel safe and protected when I know you are there for me.”
He speeds up the piston-fuck and just after he begins to pound me as hard as he can, he screams and orgasms inside me pulling me over the edge with him. I shoot a big load onto my chest and face. A few drops settle on Bradley’s chest. I lift my head and lick his chest clean and then bury my face in an armpit to enjoy the aroma of manly activity.
After a few minutes, Bradley wraps his big arms around me, rolls over onto his back, keeping me on top and remains inside me. We cuddle like this for a few minutes more and then he suggests we step into the shower to rinse away the evidence of the good time that was had by all.
In Georgetown, we stop at a local fast-food eatery to grab sandwiches and soft drinks.
The sandwiches are delicious. Slices of pork with a tangy sauce between slices of dark whole grain bread. We make the food disappear in record time and pile back into the Mercedes rental car.
I locate Old Man Bay on Google Maps and GPS takes us there to visit the Crystal Caves. There are only a few cars in the parking lot, probably employees’ vehicles, so the place must be empty right now.
We find the office and go inside and I explain to the lady how we’d like to record some TV footage of the caves but without the tourists. I offer my business card identifying me as the WDAL News Director. I introduce the channel 12 award-winning cinematographer. (He did share the Oil Rig mini-documentary award.)
A young guy comes out of the back-room office and shakes hands with us but doesn’t tell us his name. He can’t keep his eyes off of Bradley which amuses me because this sort of attention makes Bradley a little nervous. I think he will never get over being cruised like this. He leans over and whispers in my ear, “I’m going outside for some fresh air.”
Bradley has barely closed the door on his way out when the young guy says, “I’ll check and see if your photo man needs anything.”
Bradley:
I look around to see the young man from inside smiling and moving to where I’m standing.
“How are you doing?” he asks.
“Well, I’ll feel better when I have the day behind me,” I say rather curtly.
“So, I’m sure the manager can work out something for you guys. And I’d like to invite you for a drink later tonight. You know the car rental place on Seven Mile Beach?”
“Yep, I know it,” I responded.
“There’s a bar in there just across from the rental desk. How about we meet there at 8:00?”
“Sure. I could use a little relaxing.” I really don’t know if this guy is just being friendly or hitting on me. I decide to give him the benefit of a doubt.
“OK, I’ll see you there at 8:00,” he says with excitement I don’t understand.
The cute young man sort of dances backward as he heads for the door to go back inside. He meets Matthew coming out.
Matthew:
I walk up to Bradley who has a little frown on his face.
“Did your admirer take care of you. He wanted to see if you needed anything,”
“Admirer?”
“Bradley, he is eye-fucking you with his eyes in the office. You barely clear the door before he dashes after you.”
“Fuck. He asked me to join him for a couple of drinks at 8:00. At that bar in the building with the car rental office. And I didn’t tell him, but me, in this case, means you and me.”
“Well, he should be a lot of fun,” I say teasingly. “He’s cute and young.”
We walk to the rental car and get in.
“Matt, you’re going with me or I’m not going.”
I can’t help myself. “But he didn’t invite me,” I tease. “That cute boy wants to get in your shorts.”
“Well, you fucking know I’m not doing anything with him or any other guy.”
“Babe. I know that. I’m just fucking with you.”
Bradley gives me an irritated look and says, “why can’t guys leave me the fuck alone.”
“Darlin’ it’s what most gay men do. They are always looking for fresh meat. That’s just part of being gay. I was a lot like that before I met you. They have no idea about our relationship. It’s the price you pay for being movie star handsome. Look, we’ll meet him and have a couple of drinks and then go back to the cottage and look at your video.”
“OK, but if he touches me, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
“Just be cool and humor him, a little. But don’t give him any hope or ideas because that will make the situation even worse.”
As we drive, I ask him about his earlier dive, to take his mind off ‘his date.’
“Oh, by the way, we have an appointment to shoot at the caves the day after tomorrow. If we are there at 8:00 AM will have two hours before the tour groups start arriving at 10:00.”
“Fucking perfect,” Bradley says with his big smile returning.
Back at the rental house, we rest on the couch and decide to go out for dinner. We’ll dress up just a little and if we time it just right, we can go directly from dinner to the bar to meet Bradley’s date.
We had earlier found a steak house we had seen in a brochure. The t-bone steak is delicious, the baked potato perfect with a sour cream-chives topping. The salad is not as good as it looks. The red wine is rich-tasting and delicious. We pay and leave for the bar meeting.
As we walk from the parking lot to the bar, I tell Bradley to go in while I get something from the rental car. This is a nasty trick to make the guy waiting for Bradley think that he is alone.
I wait a couple of minutes at the car and then walk into the bar.
As I reach the table where Bradley is seated with the young guy who had invited Bradley, the guy looks at me and says, “Oh, you came also.”
I reach over, offer my hand and introduce myself and then ask, “And you are?”
“Yes, I’m ‘Alex.”
We order drinks and get better acquainted with a lot of talk about work. About fifteen-minutes later, Bradley stands and excuses himself to take a leak.
Our host jumps up and says, “I’ll go with you Bradley.”
Poor boy, I thought. So hungry for fresh meat, but he’ll be very disappointed.
Bradley:
I approach a men’s room urinal, haul out my cock and wait for the golden stream to flow. Alex takes the urinal next to me and glances long at my cock.
He says, “Man you are really hung. I’ll bet a lot of women really enjoy that jammed in their pussy.”
I’m more than a little annoyed at being treated like a bone for a hungry dog.
I finally begin pissing and it takes a while.
“Man, you can piss for a long time. You must have been really full.”
I shake off the drops left behind, and leave.
Alex follows me out quickly and asks, “You think you can shake the other guy so we can go somewhere more private.”
I look him in the eye, give him a rude look and say, “Alex, the other guy is my husband. I’m only here because I didn’t realize you were hitting on me. I don’t get into these awkward situations normally because I avoid them. Matthew and I are exclusive?”
“Can we do a threesome?” Alex asks.
“Alex. do you understand what exclusive means? Dude, you are treading on thin ice. Let it go. Nothing is gonna happen between us.”
I leave him standing there and walk quickly back to our table.
“Come on Matthew, let’s go home.
Matthew:
Bradley doesn’t say a word on the way back to the cottage and I don’t say anything to interrupt his chosen silence.
The moment we walk through the cottage door and shut it, I ask, “You want to explain your pouting and giving me the silent treatment?”
I had touched a nerve.
“I’m not fucking pouting. I’m just pissed at that guy back there. I didn’t give him any indication that I was the tiniest bit interested in sex with him. I didn’t hug him or touch him. I was just friendly like I am with most people.”
“Bradley, guys like him are always on the prowl and they are not shy about approaching straight guys, married men, anyone they might have a chance with. You will be surprised at how many married men and straight men have sex with gay men. Just remember your situation and I didn’t even have to hit on you. As I recall, it was almost like you were hitting on me to try get a blowjob from a gay man. So, cut these guys who hit on you a little slack. Just say ‘No’ and if they don’t get the message right away just tell them not to ask again. That usually works.”
“I just hate the invasion I feel.”
“It can be that the real problem is, and I only suggest this as a possibility, that you may be angry because deep down you want to fuck this guy but feel you can’t or you may just feel guilty about the feelings. You need to talk to me about your feelings. There’s nothing wrong about having feelings about sex with another guy, but if you act on those feelings before we both decide to change our earlier decision about being exclusive, then, we have a huge problem. And, remember that you demanded that we be exclusive. So, take all of that into account and stop feeling guilty and if you want to change things, let us discuss it before it chips away at our marriage. Remember we agreed to do whatever it takes to stay together and make our relationship, and now our marriage, work in ways that we both can be happy.”
“Matthew, what do you want?”
“Bradley, I don’t want anything. I’m don’t have any problems. I am not lusting after anyone. I don’t feel guilty about my thoughts because they are just thoughts and I have no desire to change anything. I think it is working pretty well the way it is right now. But if you think otherwise, we need to talk. I’ll not mention any of this again. If we need to talk, tell me and we will do just that. Talk.”
Bradley grabbed two beers from the refrigerator, handed one to me and with the other beer in-hand went out onto the patio. I sat on the couch and turned on the TV.
After a few minutes, Bradley opened the door, smiled and said, “Aren’t you coming out?”
“I don’t know. I’m thinking about a lot of shit now. I was so enjoying our honeymoon vacation and now, there’s a big gray cloud blocking “the sunshine.”
“Well, there is no sunshine because the sun has gone down,” he says with a big grin.
I get up and push him back onto the balcony.
“Bradley, we were having such a good time. Everything has been going so well at home and now you throw up all these doubts.”
“Babe, you know I have insecurities only in one thing and that is our marriage and relationship. I insist on a monogamous relationship because I am deathly afraid that you will meet someone else and leave me. I know that I am not even remotely thinking about bailing on what we have, but I am so inexperienced. I don’t even know how to react rationally when another man seriously flirts with me. I get angry and then feel guilty because I think I’m responsible for letting it happen,”
“Bradley, I get hit on all the time. I get phone calls every day from guys who want me to meet them and see what develops and I get emails from guys with propositions. A few guys say they watch the news but don’t listen because they are too busy jacking off while watching me. You wanna see some of the emails? Let me get my laptop.”
“I don’t know if I wanna know.”
“I just want to show you that you are not the only one who gets hit on, but I just ignore it all because I know what they fantasize about is never in a million years gonna happen.”
“I’m not as strong as you are.”
“Look, you say ‘I can’ to diving, composing music, writing music, singing, flying drones without crashing them, learning about new, technical things. You are strong enough to say to yourself that you can do those things. Now put that strength behind being rational in your reaction to some guy telling you he wants to suck your dick or that he wants you to fuck him. Just say ‘No’ and let it go. How you react really is your choice. If some guy won’t take that answer and grabs your junk, just knock him on his ass.”
“Now, that’s more my style.”
“Just look at these emails. I was in the newsroom on a Saturday doing some work when the phone rang. I picked it up and a voice says, “Suck your dick?” I say ‘sure,’ but only to just fuck with the guy on the other end. A few minutes later, he phones again to say he can’t make it because his mom won’t let him have the car.”
“That really happened?”
I replied, “Yes it did. One night I walk out the door at work to go to a fast-food place down the street. A guy rushes over to me and says he had been waiting for me. Says he has a joint in the car and we can share that and drive somewhere more private. I just tell him to ‘fuck off’ and push him away.”
Bradley shakes his head and says, “Crazy. Just fucking crazy.”
“Come on, let’s shower and go to bed. We can go to the turtle farm tomorrow. If we take the camera gear, we might catch them between tour groups. If we can get someone to show us around, talk to us about the farm, we’ll have that one in the can. Then the day after tomorrow we have an appointmmment at the Crystal Caves.”
In the shower, I give Bradley a lot of extra TLC and care. I turn toward him, make eye contact and walk closer. I press my chest and belly against his. I reach up and pull his head down to me and give him a hot, wet tongue kiss. It lasts a lot longer than usual and I can feel his hard cock pulsing against me. I reach down and stroke him slowly while my tongue continues to explore his mouth. He always tastes so good. I break off the kiss and turn my back against him, letting his cock ride up and down my crack.
“You know what I want. Please give it to me. Give me that big, hard, Man dick. Push it inside me. Remind me, husband, who I belong to. Remind me that you only want me, not anyone else. Fuck me, please. Take me like a man takes what belongs to him.
Bradley is breathing loud and hard. He struggles for the next breath. Suddenly, he reaches down and spreads my ass cheeks apart and immediately starts pushing inside of me. No lube. I love the sting of the stretch as his thickness parts the muscle and pushes balls deep with one swift movement. I gulp down air at the intrusion and my enjoyment of it. I love the sex when Bradley becomes a wild animal. I push back as he pushes forward, both of us in sync with the strokes. Bradley is so fucking turned on. He seems to be in another place. I huff and puff when he shoves my head down as far as I can bend.
“Keep your fucking head down.”
I get chills when he commands me like that to do something. Strong hands quicky grab my hips, holding me tightly in place as my husband rabbit fucks me until he curses and rams balls deep, holding still while his cock throbs and spews his seed in me. I squeeze with my ass muscles and milk the last drops of his precious sperm.
I am still bent over as Bradley slowly slides his hands under me and on my chest; he pulls me back up against him.
He whispers in my ear, “How was that. Did I convince you of how much I only want you?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I say even though I already know he only wants me. The other guys just disturb the feelings he has and make him question a few things and even doubt himself. It is nothing serious for me but I do understand his feelings.
In bed, I take his cock in hand and slowly start a handjob. He gets into it and after about five minutes, he growls and shoots a big load up in the air. It falls back on his chest and slows to a dribble covering my hand. He’s purring like a kitten.
“Bradley, I don’t understand how you can come so often. In the shower and only minutes later in my hand. And you can do this every time. I’ve never known anyone who can come so often and with such a short time in between.”
“I don’t know but it’s always been like that. When I first discovered the joys of masturbation I could do it several times in a row with only a minute or two rest until I was steel-hard again and nothing has changed.”
“We’re having some form of sex at least two and sometimes four times a day. That is unusual and I’m so grateful for it.”
“Matthew, I’m grateful to you for keeping up with my sexual appetite.”
“Bradley?”
“Yeah, Babe?”
“I hope you understand that you are not the only one having great sex. I am too. You are the only man I have had sex with who knows how to do it the way I need it; the way I want it. No man has ever manandled me like you do. No man has fucked me like you do, like a man is supposed to fuck. No man has ever said the right words at the right time like you do. You are perfect sexually. I always wanted what you give me and you are the very first one to make my dream come true.”
“Come on, Matthew.”
“I am being totally honest, Bradley. I mean what I say. It’s true.”
Silence.
“Bradley, I have been thinking a lot about the earlier problem with Alex. You could turn similar situations into a little game. When a guy hits on you, tell him that once you finish with him, he won’t be able to talk or take a shit for a week.”
Bradley laughs out loud.
“Or, tell him you never use lube and don’t waste time on hetero foreplay.”
“OK, I get it. That could be fun.”
“There’s no need to turn it into a negative situation that drags you down.”
We slowly drift off to sleep as I think about little baby green sea turtles.
To be continued.....