Oil Man

Chapter 12

“We’re Gonna Get Married”

Bradley and I are finally settled in our three-bedroom house in this Dallas gated community with 24-hour security service at the gate. It is a complete community with grounds keepers to keep things looking beautiful year-round.

Our wedding is planned for this month of June followed by a two-week honeymoon at Grand Cayman.  The wedding is scheduled for two weeks from now, outside the television ratings sweeps week, and will take place on a Saturday when the most people are off work and can attend. The ceremony and the wedding party that follows will take place on the backyard patio at our house The eats and drinks are organized and catered by my high school friend Nick Theopolis who owns a Greek restaurant.

Our joining-in-matrimony ceremony will be officiated by Justice of the Peace Robert James.  He saw the video of Bradley’s marriage proposal at Flynn’s Karaoke Bar on channel 7 TV the day after. Several people at the bar had caught the proposal on their cell phones. The judge contacted me and asked if he could perform the wedding ceremony.  Since we have not considered a church wedding, Bradley and I agreed.  Both our parents, friends and neighbors as well as channel 12 co-workers who are free have been invited. 

Bradley and I sit at the breakfast table, both in deep thought.  The only sounds in the room are teeth biting into crispy buttered toast and knives and forks scraping against plates.

“Bradley, are you sure about getting married?” I ask.

“You having second thoughts?” he responds.

“No, babe, absolutely no second thoughts.  You asked me to marry you fairly soon after we became a couple.  I thought maybe you got caught up in the mood that night at Flynn’s and your emotions got out of hand.”

“Matthew, I asked you to marry me only after I became sure about us.  I was and am sure that I really do want to be with you for the rest of our lives, watching us grow old together.  I love you more than life itself, baby.  I can’t let you get away from me and I hope you feel the same way.”

“Bradley, I DO feel the same way.  I just want us to be sure before we do this, because I expect it to be a real ‘until death do us part’ marriage.”

“Then, let’s fucking do it.  Let’s get married.”

We laughed and I nearly cried with joy and happiness.  I can hardly wait until the big day.

“How do you feel about giving up that well-paying job on the oil rig; any regrets?”

“Nope.  I didn’t quit that job on an impulse.  I thought a lot about it before we decided that I would do it.  It was all my idea and I cherish the experience of now going to sleep with you and waking up to your hands and lips on the best parts of my body. I don’t have words to tell you how good that feels.  I never imagined that I would be with someone who actually wants to give me those things that I want and enjoy; things that so many men can only dream about.  You enjoy waking me with a hand job or blowjob or kisses all over my body, and those things you do every morning put me in a fantastic mood for the rest of the day. I will do those things to you also but you only want to give them, not receive the wonderful sensations.”

“Bradley, I am a sexual bottom.  That’s what we true bottoms do. I’m happy that you want those things to wake up to.  Remember, your pleasure is my pleasure. That’s a simple way to explain it. We are a perfect combination in bed.  You allow me to take my pleasure as I give you the pleasure you enjoy so much.  Pleasing you sexually is what I was born to do.”

“Fuck!  I have a full hard-on now, just remembering and thinking about your warm, wet mouth wrapped around my big dick from tip to the base.  Your throat muscles squeezing me to make me come and then squeezing and milking the last drops of cum out. It’s OK if I say ‘big dick’ isn’t it? Bradley asks in all seriousness.

“Yes, I would say any man who has eight inches like you have can brag about his BIG dick.”

Bradley looks at me with a look of asking and then says, “Babe?”

Hand-in-hand, we walk to the bedroom. Bradley pulls me hard against him and probes my mouth with his long tongue.  He places his face against mine, chin on my shoulder and says, “You sexy boy, I wanna eat your pussy, taste you inside.  Get on the bed, all fours, ass up, head down. Now!”

I hurry into position, cautious about the fact that it’s been about ten hours since I showered last and my cunt will be plenty sweaty.  I feel Bradley’s strong hands pull my ass cheeks apart and then his magical tongue wipes slowly up and down, tongue tip probing the opening to my pleasure tunnel.  He moans as he feasts, the same sound when he eats a fine dessert.  He eats me out for about fifteen minutes and stops, spits on his hand, wipes his dick and I realize spit is gonna be the only lube this time and I welcome the rough feeling and stretch as his fuck tool forces its way inside my unloosened hole. 

“Fuck yeah, let me feel you take me,” I whisper loudly.

It is a savage fuck, a fuck we both want right now.  He stops and I feel his cock expand and contract.

“Turn around and open your mouth, NOW!” he barks with an urgency.

I quickly turn 180 degrees, on all fours, mouth open wide and then that big hard, dripping cock pushes down my throat.  A few strokes and Bradley bellows, “goddam it, fuck, swallow my load, eat it!”

I suck, tighten my lips and milk his last drops. My hand grabs his still-hard cock and I stroke him hard and fast, giving him that post-orgasm torture that he needs today. He begs me to stop but I ignore his pleading and his body starts to jerk from the discomfort.  I remove my hand, put my hands on his ass cheeks and pull him into my open mouth to give him some fast movements with my bobbing head.  When I am certain he can’t stand anymore, I let go and give him a hard push, shoving him down on his back in a pile of spent muscles.

“Shit, Matthew. You always know exactly what I fucking need and you give it to me one-hundred per cent. Fuck that was so hot. On days like this when you take a little control, it lets me give up control for a few minutes and enjoy having someone else in charge.  Sex can sometimes be a little confusing for me.”

We cuddle for a while, touching stroking, kissing.  As we get out of bed to shower and get cleaned up, Bradley says, sort of under his breath, “Life can’t possibly get any better than this.”

Facing each other in the shower, I wash Bradley’s face, neck and chest.  As I get lower, my hand bumps his fully-erect cock.  This fucker is hard again already. I look up at him and he gives me a big ‘you know what to do’ smile. 

I dropped to my knees and start a long, slow blowjob, an un-lubed finger sliding between his ass cheeks, probing the destination for this fairly dry finger.  He likes it rough, so I will give him a rough finger fuck while giving him head.  His gasp and moan tell me he feels my middle finger going inside him. I slam my finger against his prostate and rub. He rocks up onto his toes. “Mmmm-oomp.“ It takes only about five minutes to push him off the mountain top, sailing to the calmer depths below.

As we dry our bodies, I suggest, “We should go shopping today and pick up a few things for the weekend.  OK?”

“Good idea,” Bradley responds.

The next two weeks go quickly and the big day arrives, seemingly faster that it should.  It’s a festive mood.  Everyone’s enjoying the delicious treats Nick has prepared with many compliments going his way. 

Our family, friends, neighbors and channel 12 co-workers have arrived and are mingling quite well.  I see Maria, Bradley’s lesbian friend who became my friend too after she explained why she and Bradley were sitting half-naked on my living room couch when I returned from a business trip to San Antonio.

I have a local Dallas-Fort Worth oldies station on the radio piped out to the patio, playing in the background.  A song ends and the oldies DJ says, “Are you listening Matt Walker?  This song is dedicated to you and your soon-to-be husband Bradley. Everyone, Matt’s the pretty boy on channel 12.”  The Dixie Cups oldie, ‘Chapel of Love’ starts up: Going to the chapel and we’re gonna get married..... the crowd breaks out in laughter and applause. What a nice surprise.                                   

At precisely 3:00 PM a loud chime clangs over the patio sound system and silence prevails.  JP James calls everyone over to witness our wedding ceremony.  Bradley wears a suit that is such a dark shade of blue that it nearly appears to be black.  Pale blue open-neck shirt, no tie.  I wear a navy-blue suit, pink open-neck shirt, no tie.  Judge James goes through the necessary and traditional words of ceremony.  Finally, we kiss while guests applaud.  So, we are now officially and legally a married couple.  The noise level quickly escalates and the booze flows freely while everyone fills their plates from the beautiful buffet that Nick has catered for the occasion.  The wedding ceremony and the party have turned out just as we had hoped.  Nothing big and fancy.  Just a ceremony to make us a legally married couple and a gathering of special people to help celebrate the occasion.

It’s a wonderful day and as I go inside to go to the bathroom, my mom’s voice calls out to me from behind.  “Matt, can we talk for a few minutes, please?”

“Sure,” I reply,

We sit in the living room.

“Matthew, I want to tell you how happy I am for you.  Today is a big day for you two and Bradley is one of the nicest men I have ever met. I’m glad you found such a great guy.  You know, you have never told us that you are gay but we were only just a little surprised to learn that you were marrying another man.  It’s OK.  Being happy and having someone to love is one of life’s greatest gifts.”

“So true,” I say.

“Matt, I know I wasn’t a very good mother.  Your father and I were busy climbing the social ladder and making money.  I ignored you more than I should have.  For that, I am sooo sorry.”

“Mom, those days are behind us.  I think I turned out pretty well and you and dad got what you wanted out of life.  So, we can all be happy. I don’t hold anything against you.  You may not have done your best, but you did the best you knew how to do at the time.  That’s all we can expect from one another.  Really.”  I give my mom a big hug and tell her how much I love her.

“Baby, thanks for being so kind.  You have truly succeeded in life and we are so happy for you.  But you know your dad is a man of few words and he doesn’t talk about all of those mushy things he actually feels inside. He just keeps them in there without sharing his feelings.  That’s just him and he’ll never change. I want to ask why you guys didn’t ask the parents to stay here during out visit.  You have two empty bedrooms.

“Mom, Bradley and I discussed that and decided you parents will get to know each other better while away from us, sitting in a hotel bar, having a few drinks together.  And, it will give you a chance to discuss us without us there to eavesdrop.  You’ll be able to speak freely about us. And, besides, we have a lot to do to get ready for the honeymoon trip to Grand Cayman.”

“Hmmmmm.  I hadn’t thought about it like that.  Actually, a great idea from you guys.  You have a beautiful home here.  Must be expensive living in a gated community like this.”

“Well, we are not paying for it.  This is part of my four-year contract.”

“Oh, so the company is paying the rent?”

“Nope, Navarro Broadcasting is making the mortgage payments, or maybe they made an outright purchase.  I don’t know, but the house is in my name and Bradley’s.  We are the owners.”

“They gave you a house?”

“They want to keep me safe since I make a lot of money for them. But having lived here for a short while, I think a house with big front and back yards and private pool, will be more enjoyable.”

“Maybe it will grow on you. Come on let’s go rescue Bradley from the crowd.”

Bradley comes rushing over to me and says he’ll be glad when the crowd leaves. He is a little overwhelmed by all of this. It’s a lot of people and a lot of loud noise to deal with but one doesn’t do this every day.  And, it really is good to share the special day with friends, family and neighbors.  We will survive.

The wedding party deteriorates quickly beginning at 9:00 PM and we were soon left with Nick.  The three of us clean up the mess quickly and Nick hauls all of the party trash back to his restaurant dumpster.

Neither Bradley nor I drank any alcohol during the party so we go inside to enjoy expensive champaign, a personal gift from Nick.  It is good to relax, alone together.  We cuddle on the couch and chat about parents mostly.  I tell Bradley that my mom had wanted to know why we didn’t ask the four of them to overnight here.  He says his parents didn’t ask anything; they were just their normally aloof parents; sometimes unaware they even have an adult son.  We agree that once you become an adult, parents become highly-overrated.

My new husband and I crawl into bed at about midnight, too tired to think about sex.  Tomorrow is another day. Then I will take care of the situation, like I so enjoy doing. 

I am awake at 6:00 on Sunday to empty my bladder and when I return to the bedroom, I hover on all fours over Bradley, who always sleeps on his back.  I kiss his ears, neck, chest, caress and suck his dark brown nipples.  I lick and kiss his muscles, moving slowly downward.  He smells so good down there.  I nuzzle my face in his balls, lick them and suck both into my mouth, tongue-wash them, pulling the sack with my lips.  Running my pointed, warm, wet tongue up and down the morning hard-on.

Bradley whispers, “You drive me fucking crazy, dude, just fucking crazy.”

When I sense he is getting close, I stop, causing Bradley to raise his head and say, “What the fuck, dude! Come on, finish me.  Make me come.”

“You’ll come today when I say you may.  Did you forget we got married yesterday?  That changes everything.  I own you, big guy.”

He looks at me like a deer in the headlights, unsure of whether or not I am joking.

“Get comfortable, Bradley, this is gonna be a long trip,” I say to him.

I just want to edge him so that he blows a big load and has a screaming orgasm.  I torture him for at least half-an-hour before I let him come.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.  AHHHHHHHHH, I’m gonna fucking die.”  He chokes on every word as his dick erupts in a fountain of sperm..... thick, creamy white sperm, shooting into the air, spewing a gigantic stream of nut butter.  I continue jacking him until his balls are as empty as they’re going to get.  He drops back onto the bed. “goddam it, you are a true sex artist.  You give me orgasms I have never dreamed any man is possible of having.  Come here,” he says as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. “FUCK!”

After a bit of cuddling, I turn to look at Bradley and say, “Let’s go shopping and get a few clothing items for the honeymoon trip.”  We are leaving tomorrow morning for Grand Cayman.

We hit a favorite clothing store where they have a huge stock of beach wearables and I want to get Bradley into a pair of swimming trunks that will show off his muscles and the bulge in the trunks.  He changes, comes out of the dressing room and stands in front of the full-length mirror.

“Fuck me.  I can’t wear these trunks out in public.”

I say, “Yes you can.  If you got it, flaunt it.  I want everyone to get an idea of what I get from you when we are having sex, a great big dick they can only dream about.  Bradley, I am so proud of your body and I want you to show it off. I want those people on Grand Cayman to be envious.”

“OK, if you are sure I won’t get arrested. By the way, where are we staying on the island?  You booked the trip so I have no idea.”

“We are staying in a private house on the island.  It is an investment property or a retirement property the owners rent out to make the mortgage payments.  We have satellite TV from the US and everything is completely furnished.  We can cook or eat out.  Everything is there for our use. USDA meats are available in the local supermarkets.”

We stop at a Dallas supermarket to get some prepared foods ready to heat and eat, so we won’t have leftovers in the fridge while we are gone for two weeks.

Back at home, Bradley turns on Netflix and finds a Jason Statham action movie. We settle on the living room couch to watch.

“You realize that this is our first full day of married life,” I say to Bradley.

“Yeah, it is and I love knowing that we are married.  We are real now.  It makes me happier than I have ever been before.  I love you so much, Matthew I cherish the fact that you and I have committed ourselves to each other.  Thank you, my love.”

The rest of the day is spent packing and unpacking and packing again.  We’re taking at least twice as much clothing as we will need on our honeymoon.  We’ll be half-naked on the beach most of the time. and naked in bed the rest of the time.  Who the fuck needs clothes?  But that is part of taking a trip, over-packing.

Monday morning, flight day, I wake at 5:15 to find Bradley already awake. I go to the bathroom and while there, lube my ass.  Back in bed, I hover on all fours over Bradley, kissing, nibbling, getting him really worked up.  Then I slide down on him; he lets out that delicious moan of his as I wrap him in my soft, velvety love tunnel.  I ride him, getting him close several times.  When I am sure he is at his peak and just about to come, I slowly raise up and off him.

“What the fuck, dude.  I need to come.  Get me off.  Please,”

“You may come after we get to the house on Grand Cayman.  Not before.”  He grabs his cock and I slap his hand away.  “Get your hand away from that dick.  It belongs to me now.  You will not come until we start our honeymoon at the magical island.”

Bradley looks at me like a hurt little boy. “You sure are getting bossy, dude.”

“Think about how horny you will be when we get there.  You can just fuck my brains out, as they say.  And I will devour you like a black widow spider eats its mate.  Stay horny, dude, you’ll need it for the honeymoon.”

Bradley looks at me with an evil grin, blushing, “Oh OK, I’m in.”

“Grand Cayman, here we come,” I yell.

“Yeah, we’re gonna come, Grand Cayman.”

To be continued.......