Oil Man

Ch.08

Shitstorm Aftermath

When I walk into the channel 12 newsroom on Tuesday morning, Molly hurries over to talk business.

“Hey, Molly.”

She looks at me with a serious face and a slight frown.

“Matt, your face and body language tell me that something is not right in your life today.  Let the rest of us do the work alone on the newscast for tonight. But one of us will proofread anything you write if you want.  We just want you to be fit for 6:00 PM because a lot of people depend on you to tell them about all the things they have missed today.  Just take it easy and let us take care of things. OK?”

“Thanks, Molly. You’re too good to me.”

“Matt, we always help each other here.  You do more than your share of helping other members of the crew when they have a major problem.  Now, after all these years, we finally can help you when you’re in need.  Wanna talk?  I’m here to listen.  Get out of here at noon for lunch.  See if that will take your mind off the problem or help you solve it.”

“Good idea, Molly.  I don’t remember ever leaving here for lunch.  We should start doing that, as a group.  Everyone who can take the time shall join us.”

I think that getting out of the newsroom for lunch does help.  I get to see fresh faces of happy people and that does make me feel better for a while.  Soon my thoughts remind me of how happy I had been before the shitstorm.

The news goes fairly smoothly with all the help from the newsroom crew.  They are great people to work with.  Total professionals.  Until airtime, I might as well have been at home. My contributions toward getting the newscast together are minimal.  Just as well, that the crew does everything because today, I will admit to myself that as far as this job is concerned, right now, I just don’t give a shit.  Sad, sad, sad.

At home in the evening, I watch a couple of movies and go to bed. Sleep does not come easyily.  And after I DO go to sleep, I toss and turn the entire night.

At lunch-time on Wednesday I go shopping at a mall but don’t buy anything.  While window shopping, I hear someone call out, “Matt.” I turn around to see the Monday mystery woman from my living room after my return from San Antonio.

“And who are you,” I asked.

“Sorry, my name is Maria. We know each other from Monday in your apartment.”

I give her a look to kill and say, “What the fuck do you want?  Haven’t you done enough?”

“I didn’t heard from Bradley since Monday, and I see that things are not going well.  Matt, let me buy you lunch and explain the reality of that situation to you. From beginning to end, it’s a long story.”

Buy me lunch.  This woman has to be crazy.

“You have nothing I want to hear,” I shout at Maria, as I storm off and go back to work.

Things at work today are much like Tuesday except I am a lot more pissed off after meeting fucking Maria.

The newscast ends just in time for the back-to-back commercials before prime-time entertainment starts at 7:00 sharp.  I walk out of the building at about 7:02. I think that I have ever gotten out of there so early.

At home I do the least possible for dinner.  I make a sandwich, eat half of it and throw the rest in the sink’s garbage disposal. 

I keep asking myself, ‘How could he do that to me.  If I hadn’t caught him by surprise with that half-naked Maria on the couch I would never have known.  Would he have told me afterward?  Who knows?’

I am trying to get lost in thoughts when the doorbell rings. What if it’s Bradley? Maybe he’s still in Dallas since he is officially on vacation.  He has that small apartment he told me about.

I rip open the door.  Maria. There stands fucking Maria.

“Matt, may I come in, please?

I just stare at this woman who has bigger balls than me.

“Matt, it really isn’t what it seemed.  I need to tell you the whole story.”

“Come in” I say with less venom in my voice.

We settle on the couch and I offer a glass of wine.

“Maria, I really am not angry at you.  Any woman will be glad to get into Bradley’s pants.”

Maria looks at me with a slight smile on her face as she says, “I don’t want to get in Bradley’s pants.  I have already done that long ago and I didn’t find it pleasant.”

“Oh?”

“! like girls.  I have a girlfriend.  It’s about six years ago, after fucking every guy who would have me, I have a major change in my life.  I am in the last six months of an army enlistment, stationed in San Antonio.  I am shopping in the army commissary, the supermarket for military personnel, when I spot this very cute girl.  She sees me and asks what I use to clean my coffee maker. She doesn’t like using vinegar because of the strong smell.  I show her the brand I use and for some unknow reason I invite her to the club for a drink.  We get along well and after we spend some time together, she wants to have sex.  I am a hetero bitch and this cute girl wants sex with me.  We have sex and I like it, like it a lot.”

“How does Bradley fit into this?”

“I am no longer sure anymore about my true sexuality at that point. Me a big lesbian?  Then I meet Bradley one night in a bar.  I tell him my story and ask if he will help me figure it out.  After he shoves his big dick inside me, I frantically beg him to stop.  I suddenly find that sex with a man is all of a sudden pretty disgusting.  So, I figure I must be lesbian because no straight women will turn down sex with a man as hot as Bradley.  I do that very thing.”

“Are you shitting me,” I asked with skepticism.

“I shit thee not, Matthew.”  After Bradley gets his clothes back together, he says, jokingly at the time, ‘You owe me one.’

“Well, on Monday I paid him back. He is so afraid of making a commitment to you and later deciding he still likes women. So, he asks me to test him to see if I can get him aroused, but he can’t get it up.  I ask him to tell me something about you and he starts telling me how you make him feel just being there; like he’s the only man on the plant. He says sex with you is the thing he looks forward to because he has never had the feelings with a woman that he has for you during sex, and without sex.  Says it’s a new world for him.  He is so excited; he gushes as he talks to me.  I look at his cock trying to burst out of his underwear.  I point, and as he looks down at his erection and we both laughed.  He doesn’t get hard from my touch of his crotch nor from his touching my breasts, but just talking about you brings his cock to life. He hugs me and tells me how happy he is that he's not attracted to me sexually and that just thinking about you makes him so horny.”

“Fuck,” I say, shaking my head.

“Matthew, we didn’t do anything beyond the touches.  Bradley wants to avoid any possibility of hurting you.  I know how it looked and he got a lecture from me about not telling you beforehand what he was gonna do.  He had told me about your agreement to inform each other of things and I assume he had gotten an OK from you. When you walk in and are surprised, I realize you don’t have a clue.  Had I known, the sexual test would not have happened without your approval. My girlfriend is aware in advance of what Bradley and I are planning and she is OK with it.  Bradley should have discussed his plan with you.”

“Maria, thanks for coming over here after the way I treated you at the mall.”

“I just don’t want your relationship to die for no real reason.  After I discover at the mall that things have turned badly for you guys, I phone Bradley.  He’s holed up at his apartment here in Dallas. He says he can’t go back out to the rig and have them see him again like he is now.  He’s a wreck, Matt.  Says he has lost the only thing in his life that matters anymore.  I feel so sorry for him, so I am here tonight to try and talk to you and prove that what you see on Monday, is indeed, not what it looks like.”

“Maria, do you have anything to do tonight?  Your girlfriend?”

“Nothing, why?

“You wanna get drunk.  I have more wine.”

“Sounds good, Matt.  Thank you.”

After we have a few glasses, I thought I should phone Bradley and get him to come over so I can patch things up between us.  I pick up my phone. 

“Gonna call Bradley,” I told Maria.

Bradley answers before the second ring.

“Hello?” he says urgently in a sad, sobbing voice.

“Hey babe.  Maria is here.  She’s explaining the Monday situation to me.  We want you to come over and get drunk with us,” I said.

“Matthew, are you sure you want to see me?”

“Bradley, I want to see you more than you know.  Come on over.  You don’t have to drink wine with us.  But we need to see you. Now.  Come on, please.”

I hang up, and tell Maria, “He’s on his way,” as I put my phone down.

We wait and suddenly the doorbell rings.

“That can’t be Bradley.  He has a key.”

I go to the door not knowing who will be standing out there.  I open the door.

“Bradley, why don’t you use your key?

“I don’t know if I should just walk in.”

I throw my arms around him and hug him with all my strength.

“Bradley, everything is OK.  You don’t have to dance around me and the Monday situation.  It’s all good.  Maria has told me everything.  Come on in.”

In the light of the living room as I look at Bradley, his red eyes and swollen eyelids tell me he has done some serious crying.  He sits on the couch between Maria and me.

I look with sorrow at my big man.  He looks like a little boy who is being punished.  I feel so horrible.  He doesn’t deserve this under nearly any circumstances.  I tell myself at that moment that I will never again fail to listen to him.  Never. Ever.

“Bradley, I apologize for not letting you explain the situation on Monday. There is no excuse for my behavior. It was out of line.”

He looks at me and I think he will cry before he gets the words out. “Matt, I’m so sorry for not telling you what I was gonna do. I’m so sorry for creating this mess. I promise never to do something this serious again without discussing it with you first.”

“Bradley, we both are guilty for this situation.  Me for not listening to you and you for doing something this big in secret, even though I assume you would have told me about it after-the-fact.  But we shouldn’t dwell on it any longer.  It’s behind us.  Everyone knows the truth and it’s a done deal. The three of us are here together, under better circumstances.  I hope we can become good friends.”

Maria said, “I’ll drink to that.”

Bradley smiles and says, “The good thing is, I didn’t respond to Maria’s body and her groping.  I wanted it to be like that but I was a little scared that I would remember my pussy past.  Everything is settled in my mind, now.”

I stand to get a glass for Bradley and ask, “You want to drink wine with us?”

He hesitates not saying anything, mulling over his response.

“Bradley, if you want a beer or something else, say so.  You don’t have to drink wine.  Besides, real men drink fucking beer,” I say with a chuckle and a fake manly grunt.

“Beer, please,” he says rather sheepishly.

Fuck, how can I get this guy back to where he was before the shitstorm?

After more wine and beer, we are all relaxed and joking around.  It feels good again.

Eventually we realize how late it is. Maria hugs both of us before leaving.

“Can we just go to bed now?” Bradley asks.

“That’s exactly where I want to go.”

There is no discussion about showering; we strip completely and climb into bed.

Bradley immediately kneels straddling my body, plays with my nipples, kisses all the way down my body, stopping at my hard cock.  He kisses it, chews a little on my balls, licks up and down my shaft and then lifts my legs onto his shoulders.

“Bradley, I didn’t flush my ass.  I’m probably not clean.”

“I can’t wait for that.  I don’t care.  I need desperately to get inside you, right now. I need to make love to you to remind us both of how great it can be.”

He rubs his leaking cock up and down my crack, finally stopping at the entrance to the pleasure tunnel.  He presses and pulls back, repeating until he penetrates me.  His cockhead slowly slides inside.

“Yes, yes, yes.  I love you, Matthew.  I want it to be like this with us all the time forever.  Just loving each other.”

“It will be baby.  It will be from now on.  I love you so much.”

He fucks me with all the love in his heart, soul and big dick.  He leans down and kisses me repeatedly. Slow and deliberate sex. He picks up the pace and I recognized that feeling. He’s working his way toward giving both of us an intense orgasm. He thinks he has something to prove.

I’m getting worked up also, like always.  When I know he is gonna come in me, I get so turned on and my own orgasm starts building without me touching myself.

Bradley starts to breath heavily, snorting like a bull, slamming into me and suddenly he pulls me up into a sitting position and hugs me tightly while his cock throbs inside me, shooting sperm so deep it will remain there until his DNA is absorbed into my blood stream.

He gently places me on my back down on the bed and slowly pulls out.

“Stay here.”

He gets out of bed, rushes to the bathroom. The running water tells me he is washing away whatever got on his dick. Bradley returns with a small towel to wipe me clean and returns to the bathroom, tossing the towel into the washing machine.

He asks, “You want me to stay here tonight?”

“What? I ask with a huge surprise in my voice.  “Why do you ask that?”

“I don’t know after all that has happened, if you want me here.”

“Bradley, I did phone you and ask you to come over.  All is good between us.  So, there is no need for you to be shy about anything.  We are back to where we were before Monday.  Agreed?”

He hugs me tightly and says, “Thank you, Matthew.”

I don’t want to talk anymore about all of this.  I don’t respond.

Sleep does not come quickly. I think about how Bradley is hurting inside.  He’s so unsure of everything; afraid to do anything or say anything that might displease me. How do I fix it.

I replay the whole situation at least once before the effects of poor sleep the past few nights, the wine and sex, send me on a fast train to dreamland.

I awake Thursday morning with a brain in shambles.  It’s like I’m crashing from all the emotional upheaval of the week.  Bradley is still asleep. I just look at him for a few minutes.  I wonder how he will feel today. It hurts me so deeply to see him confused and afraid.  I know that I will never leave him, no matter what he does. My love for him is stronger than any dislike I might have from what he might do, but probably never will. 

After a few minutes I decide I will reboot our morning routine with the wakeup blowjob.

Bradley’s scent is unbelievably fragrant this morning; sweat, and the normal manly body smells.  I am getting hard without any direct body contact yet.  I lean over him, licking, sucking and biting each nipple.  Sensing each ripple in his abs with my tongue and lips. So fucking wonderful.  He squirms a little.  I move downward to his standing cock.  I pull back the foreskin and let saliva dribble from my mouth to his bulging, purple knob.  I spread the spit around with my tongue and press my wet lips against the head, rub it with lips pressing, opening a little to engulf the head past my lips.  My tongue swirls around the head and I move slowly down on his hardness rubbing with my tongue as far up as I can reach and then down the shaft.  When I am balls deep, I swallow over and over so my throat muscles will squeeze and massage his thick, hard cock.  Then he starts moaning.  He’s awake.  He grabs my head with both hands and holds me all the way down.  I breathe through my nose so I can keep him deep. 

“Oh, god,” he groans.  “Fuck, I love waking up like this.”

I move up a little and down, increasing the length of my mouth strokes until the knob is on my tongue briefly during the up strokes and my nose in his nicely-trimmed pubes on the down strokes.  I move faster and faster.  Matt moans louder and rocks back and forth on the bed. 

“AAAHhhhhhhh,” he screams.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Bradley clearly is going over the cliff.  He grabs my head and holds me down on his hard cock.  Throb, throb, throb.  He humps slightly into my face as he shoots his load down my throat, breathing like he’s have an attack and flops back down with all his massive muscular weight.

He grabs me and pulls me to him, holding me tightly. “Matthew, I love you so much.  I love what you do to me.  The morning blowjobs to wake me up and the other hot sex we have. You’re so kind to me, doing things for me that I don’t myself.  You make my life grand in so many ways. This life with you is more than I deserve. You make me want to be a better person.  I have never, ever been as happy as I am with you.  I wonder a lot about whether I make you as happy as you make me.”

“Bradley, you give me happiness I didn’t believe happens in real life.  It’s love one reads about in a romance novel.  Don’t doubt yourself.  You are the best partner and lover. I can’t expect anything better than what we have.  I don’t want to lose it.  I hope we can always be just us without bringing anyone else into our bedroom. If we decide to do it, we will be ready for it or we won’t do it.  But for me, you are absolutely enough. With you the sex is with so much love between us.  No one else can ever give me even a little bit of that.”

We are silent for a while, just touching and giving soft kisses to each other.

“I will leave for work at 9:30 and will be there by 10:00.”

“We actually have time for breakfast today,” Bradley says with a smile.

“Can we have bacon and eggs, something like that.  I try to watch my carb intake, so no toast for me.”

To be continued