Oil Man

The Morning After

Matthew:

After a restless night, with dreams of getting lost, fears of something I never figured out the source of, I wait for Bradley to wake up so I can see how he feels about last night’s sex.  I watch him, listen to his light snoring.

We’re still naked from last night and his long, thick uncut dick stands proudly, reaching upward.  Someone once said one should never waste a hardon and I always follow good advice.

I take Bradley into my mouth, lightly sucking and licking, going balls deep, then just teasing the head, enjoying this man’s masculinity.

“What the fuck?” He yells.

I freeze, not sure of what’s happening with him. I start releasing him but he lifts his ass off the bed pushing deeper in my mouth. “Don’t stop, babe, I was just surprised when I woke up and found my dick where I don’t remember it ever being when I first open my eyes.  Keep doing that.”

I return to pleasuring this manly god.  Sucking, balls deep, licking, teasing the head.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come in your mouth.”  With stress and urgency in his voice, he repeats “Come in your mouth.”

I feel his cum blasting at the back of my throat.  It is a big load and I gulp it down quickly, not wasting a drop.

“Babe, I can get used to waking up like this.”  Then his smile drops from his face and he says, “But a week of this and you return to Dallas.”

“Let’s not dwell on the immediate future and just enjoy the remaining days we have together out here, isolated from the world.”

We cuddle for a few minutes and then begin a day with promise of being exactly like yesterday, routine wise, but recording different scenes for the mini-documentary.  Bradley wants to reshoot a couple of scenes himself to compare with mine.  I like his version better and I probably will use his, with permission, of course.

As we finish eating breakfast, I turn to Bradley and say, “Today, I think we should focus on the cafeteria and how the chef feeds all you hungry men.”

“Not a problem,” he smiles and continues, “Where do you want to start?”

Asking questions and observing confirms that a lot of perishable items are delivered two days a week while non-perishable goods are kept in a small storeroom.  The chef is from a high-end hotel in Dallas. We also get some nice, friendly, personable sound bites and finish this segment of the extended report.

“At the rate you’re going, you won’t need to be here for the full ten days you planned on,” Bradley comments with disappointment in his voice.

“I will be here for the duration so that I can have as much time with you as possible.”

Bradley smiles big and says, “I like your way of thinking.”

We walk around for a while to get some more B-Roll footage to use as cutaways and transitions.  Can’t have too much of this material, just in case.

My mind keeps returning to a troubling thought: what if Bradley, even though he may be inclined to openly react negatively to last night’s sex romp, he is not doing so, because he’s a genuinely nice guy and wants to avoid hurting my feelings.  How will he feel once I return to Dallas leaving him here with his former daily routine?

Bradley looks at me with a slightly anxious expression on his face. “Wanna go back to the room for a nap, or more planning of your project maybe?”

“Sounds like a reasonable idea.  We have so much material we need to look at to see how we’ll use it.”

Bradley’s suggestion of staying in his room for a while will give me a chance to test his reaction to last night’s introduction to gay sex as a straight man.

After Bradley closes the door behind us, I walk over to him, wrap my arms around him, hug him tightly, nibble on his neck and slowly run my hand down his chest and belly, stopping at the big bulge in his crotch. 

He’s already hard. I squeeze and slide down slowly to the floor. On my knees, looking up to meet his stare, I unbuckle his belt and pause.  Fingers fumble with the button on his pants.  The zipper slowly slides downward.  I reach inside his boxers and lift out his heavy sex tool  and sperm machines.

Grabbing the foreskin with fingers from both hands, I stretch it wide open and shove my tongue inside, licking the piss slit, scrubbing the head, savoring the man taste on my tongue.

“Oh, god, yes, yes, yes,” Bradley says louder than a whisper.

I let go of his foreskin and slide it back exposing the bulging cockhead.

I make eye contact with Bradley and say, with a look of lust, “Fuck my face, Bradley”

“Oh shit, Matt,” he utters with urgency and then slips his dick between my soft, moist lips, pushing over my tongue, stopping at the narrow opening at the back of my throat.  Both his big hands quickly grab my head from behind and he pushes into the opening of my throat, stopping only when he is balls deep.  He holds it there for a few seconds. His whole body is vibrating. The steady invasion of hard cock makes me gag, causing only a slight audible reaction, but physically my throat involuntarily tightens around the steel-hard invader that I am enjoying so much. This is exactly what I need from Bradley.

 “Fuuuuucccckkkk!!,” he screams.

The flood of cum is huge but I swallow only enough to prevent it from overflowing and running down my chin. When he stops, he blushes and says, “Show me.”

I open my mouth to reveal a mouthful reserved for my Top’s inspection.

“Beautiful,” he says, “Fucking beautiful.”

I stand up and inches from his face, I close my mouth, visibly gulp and open again to ‘prove’ that I have dutifully swallowed his seed just like I should.

“You know,” Bradley said, after a few moments of thinking, “That’s another first for me.  I never got a blowjob like that before, mainly because few women have sucked my dick and those who did would have thought it was too slutty to get on their knees and let me come in their mouth.”

As he starts to pull his pants up, he stops and says, “Maybe a nap is in order, since I didn’t get much sleep last night.  You can nap with me or use the desk to sit and do some work on your video project.”

“I’ll nap with you because I didn’t get much sleep either.”

We strip down to t-shirt and boxers and share the bottom bunk for catch-up sleep.”

After 90 minutes or so, I’m awake and find Bradley staring at the bottom of the upper bunk.

“You seem to be in deep thought,” I tell him.

“In deep confusion is more like it,” he responds.

“How so?”

“I’m remembering the great sex we had last night and I’m wondering if this is just a phase for me.  Am I really just curious or do I want more?  After you leave will it all be just fond memories and a situation never to be re-visited?”

“Bradley. I want you to be happy and whatever happens that makes you happy is what I wish for you,” I say just above a whisper. “If your decision and realization is what I would like the future to be, all the better, but I will not be selfish and try to steer you in any particular direction.  Tell me when, you are ready, what your decision is.

“Fair enough.”

“I have a question,” I tell him. “How did you know how to handle my playing the role of a cum-hungry sub during the blowjob?”

“The Internet, babe. Since we have an interest in each other, I’m always sneaking peeks at Internet videos of various role plays. I found your doing the cum thing so fucking hot. It’s like a forbidden thing that we did together anyway. Slutty, very slutty. I fucking loved it.”

We cuddled on Bradley’s bunk until about 4:00 PM and then went to take a shower.  A few guys were scrubbing down and we were all chatting back and forth about senseless bullshit.

Shortly after 5:00 we go to the cafeteria for dinner.  The chef himself comes to our table, asking if we got enough video of Food Services to make a good presentation on TV.  “What will you gentlemen drink with your meal?” he asks.

I laugh and say, “Well normally I would order a margarita, but since alcohol is forbidden on the rig, I’ll have mineral water with gas.”

“With gas?”

“Yeah, internal joke.  I was with my mom in Rome a few years ago and we were in a small restaurant for lunch. Our waiter asked her if her water should be with gas or without gas.  So, bring mine with gas and lots of bubbles.”  We all had a little laugh.

The chef returns later carrying two plates of chicken parmesan, with sauce and flat noodles, green beans, and a mixed salad. The servings are generous and nearly too much for me to eat.  I never expected when I arrived that the food on this outpost is always excellent.

As we leave the cafeteria, several guys say, “High,” and show friendly smiles.

We walk around outside on the platform, looking for things that we may have missed and I explore possible angles for a sunset shot.  In my mind I see the report ending with a beautiful sunset. Soooo cliché, I know.

We end up back at Bradley’s room with tension in the air intense enough to cause sparks.”

“Bradley, are you OK?”

“I’m just a little apprehensive about tonight, I mean I never fucked a guy before and I want it to be good for both of us.”

“Hey, let me remind you again that fucking is fucking.  Just do it like you’ve always done it with women.”

“I’m pretty big,” he says. “What if it doesn’t fit?”

“Babe, I haven’t done this for a while either and it may take a few minutes of preparation and coaxing but we can make it fit.”

“Matt. I just have to trust you.  You have all the experience with this.”

I start to undress this stud, “I’m horny to touch you, feel you inside me.”  He is naked by this time.

“Now get me out of these clothes, please.”

Once naked, I take Bradley by the hand and lead him to his bunk.  We climb on together.

I want to get him wound up as tightly as possible before I unleash him, so I begin worshipping his body with kisses and tongue.  I return to his places where I’ve been before. I press my face in one armpit and then the other, inhaling and licking.  Kisses on each nipple, suck and nibble, making Bradley squirm and moan.  Licking abs, sucking balls, taking foreskin between my teeth, applying pressure and pulling.  A quick tongue scrubbing in the crevice on either side of the nut sack and then I attack his thick, hard, long fuck stick, licking, squeezing deep in my throat, head bobbing up and down giving serious pleasure.

I squat and then sit on his cock, pressing it against his lower belly.  He squirms to rub his hardness against my ass.  I lean over to chew on his neck and his dick slaps against my ass crack.  My hand reaches back to spread my cheeks, getting his pre-cum-dripping-dick in there.  I scoot up and down, rubbing his cockhead against my moist crack.

Bradley moans, eyes closed, head rolling from side-to-side. Brain filled with erotic fantasies. He humps like he is searching for the entrance.  He definitely wants to be in there, so it’s time to do a little preparation. Even though it interrupts the mood, I want him to get a good look at lubing, for the future, so he understands how preparation differs between a man’s cunt and a woman’s pussy.

I get off his body, grab the lube; he watches as I generously grease my fuck hole in preparation for his log-size dick to enter.  Then my lubed hands stroke his hardon. A towel from the bed soaks up the slickness from my hands.

Squatting over him, I reach back and place the head of his dick at the entrance to the pleasure tunnel and tell him, “Push steadily but gently and once you are inside, hold still to let my hole adjust and my brain to agree that I really do want this big thing in there, where it’s never been before.”

Bradley reacts like he has done this a hundred times before.  But once he pops through the ring of tight muscle, I take a quick, deep breath.  Fuck! He is bigger than he looks down there.

A huge rush at the time of entry surges through me as the hole stretches and WHAM!  Suddenly, hundreds, maybe thousands of nerve endings get awakened all at once.  Intense pleasure. Fucking intense.

I tell him to continue slowly.  He is overly careful but that’s OK for right now because it’s been a long time for me between this and the last fuck.  When all the minor discomfort turns to pleasure, I’m ready for more and I tell him to go on.  He remains careful, cautious not to go too deep.  Fuck that! 

Bradley speaks, “Matt I need to be in position to move my hips, like be on top.”

“You’re the top. You’re have as much control as you want to take.”

He thinks for a few seconds and in one swift move, holds me tightly and flips us over, me on bottom and Bradley on top.

He continues moving his hips back and forth, but still afraid he will hurt me if he goes any deeper.

I lift my ass off the bed while grabbing Bradley’s ass with both hands and pulling him in deeper, balls deep.

“Holy fuck,” he yells.

“Now fuck me like you never could fuck those women, balls deep and hard.”

“Matt, goddammit, you’re making me crazy,”

“Yeah, Bradley, now fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me good.”

Hs fucks like a bull.  I meet nearly every stroke, slamming my hole against his cock.

After probably fifteen minutes of solid, hard, deep penetration, he breathes out, “Babe, I can’t hold back much longer.”

“You’re in control.  You do all of this like you want it.  Give it to me as you want and when you want.  You have the dick, you’re doing all the work, you get to come when Mother Nature pushes you over the cliff.”

“Oh, god,” he whines.

In a few seconds, Bradley, begins breathing heavier and louder, suddenly grabs me, lifts my upper body to meet his.  He throws me back down on the bed, and rams his manhood all the way in, the throbbing of his cock signals that he is filling my guts with his precious seed.

“Matthew, Matthew, Matthew,” he yells.  This calling of my name when he climaxes is all new for me.  No one has ever done that.  I cry silently, with happiness.

Bradley slowly lowers his chest down on top of mine, his heavy, muscled body pinning mine to the mattress.  I wrap my arms around his back, run fingers through his hair, kiss his neck.  My touches send him silent messages of love telling him that he has conquered my feelings. I feel like we have made love.  The unusual feelings I have for Bradley have suddenly become clearer.  I wonder how he really feels now.

I push his body a little, signaling that he is getting heavy.  He lifts up and crawls backward on his knees, pulling his still-hard dick out of me.  Still hard after all of that.

“Matthew, I am truly speechless.  That’s incredible, so incredible I’m unable to describe how it makes me feel.  It is a hundred times better than what I expected.  When I came inside you, I had a lot of emotional feelings about you that I have never had before with anyone.  I don’t understand those feelings. Like when I was having that great orgasm, I felt sort of like you and I were melded into a single body.  Like our two parts were one whole person. It’s the best feeling I have ever had.  It’s like, how do I explain it, a feeling of love.  Unconditional love.  Pure love, no regrets or negative thoughts.  Like I am doing exactly what I was meant to be doing at that very moment.  The feeling started to fade after I came, but I still remember how it felt.” Bradley goes silent. 

The experience is similar for me but I will tell him about it later.  At the exact moment when Bradley pushes deep the final time and shoots his sperm inside me, I have my own orgasm, spraying cum on my belly and chest.  I never come when having a man inside me like that because I never touch myself when having sex with another man.  I just don’t think about it.  Sex for me is always about the other guy’s pleasure, not my own. I chalk up a first for myself.

The feelings of oneness with Bradley are also etched in my brain.  The sex lets us experience a fleeting moment that is almost spiritual, when our pleasure joins to show us what true and unconditional love can be.  I have no better explanation than Bradley has because it’ also is a new experience for me.

I scoot closer to his side, arm over his chest. Holding on to someone very special.  He turns his head toward me, “Matt, I.  Never mind.” But I do have to say that you give me more pleasure than you can imagine.  I have spent years missing out on this.  Why is it so wrong for two men to give each other such pleasure? I’m having such great times with you and I doubt I’ll be able to give it up permanently. When we were having sex tonight, I felt like I was in another place, not in this room, maybe outside my body. Regardless, if it never happens again, tonight’s experience will last me a lifetime.  So much to think about.”

I squeeze his side, “I’ll see you in my dreams.”

To be continued