Oil Man

OIL MAN

“Trouble At Work”

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Matt:

It’s 5:00 AM and I am already awake.  I wake up and can’t go back to sleep because there are so many loose ends flapping in the breeze at work.  Starting nearly from scratch to rejuvenate a news department leaves so many things undone and more things to take care of.  All of this keeps me awake. And I worry that we are neglecting the kids.  So, tonight we will be home after 5:00 to spend the evening with the kids.  I guess we haven’t caught up to the fact that we are foster parents for Marty and Bobby.  I can’t believe those boys were homeless, living on the streets for a year’s time.

I am wide awake and bored.  I get an idea of how to wake Bradley early in a way he won’t mind giving up a little sleep for.

I go to the bathroom and flush my ass and return to the bedroom.  I squat over Bradley’s hips, reach back with both hands to pull my hole open as far as I can but I have to let go because I forgot to lube myself for a smooth entry.

Properly slicked up, I squat again over Bradley’s hips, pull my hole wide open again and slowly lower myself onto Bradley’s nearly perpetual erection.  He is always very hard this time of the day. I rest my ass cheeks on his lower belly.

He’s a sound sleeper so he is unaware that his cock is in his favorite place.  I slowly move up and down and he stirs a little.  He lifts his hips to push deeper inside me.  His movement wakes him and he opens his eyes, lifts his head off the pillow and looks at me as though he’s not sure if he is dreaming or awake.

His face slowly forms a huge grin and he says, “I thought I was fucking dreaming but this is way better than a dream.”

On his back, his movement is somewhat restricted and suddenly he grabs my hips with both hands and flips us over so he is on top.  Now he has the full distance to move back and forth as he pounds me.

“Matthew, I feel sorry for couples who don’t enjoy early-morning sex like we do.”

He’s soon moaning with closed eyes and picks up the pace, getting faster and pounding harder. “Fuck, I’m gonna come, gonna fucking come.”

This is one of those days when I get hard and come without touching myself. This is the best.  Coming from getting fucked, no hands.  Great feeling when I shoot my load all over Bradley’s chest and abs.

He is propped up on his palms and remains inside me for a couple of minutes.  He pulls out, straddles my chest, dick pointing at me and says, “Clean it.”

I eagerly lick and suck his fuck tool clean.

“I like to watch you when you are doing things to my dick.  It’s a major turn-on for me.  I can’t imagine anyone being better in bed with me than you, babe.  It’s so fucking great, always” 

He rolls over onto his back, dick still hard, pointing at the ceiling.

“Too bad you came already; I would have sucked you off again.  I think about when I did that the other day and it makes me horny to do it again.  I never thought of myself sucking dick, but now I think a lot about sucking you off.”

We cuddle and fall asleep to catch a little rest before the alarm rings.

The alarm sounds at 7:30. We roll out of bed and head for the shower.

The warm water hitting my back feels marvelous.  I’m enjoying the moment when Bradley pushes me backward until my back is against the wall.

“Matthew, I wanna take your cock in my mouth and deep throat you. Don’t pull out if I gag because I need to train myself to suppress the gag reflex so I can swallow you balls deep.  I want to feel your hard cock in my throat and feel it moving in and out.”

Bradley, slides down my body until he is squatting.  He sniffs my cockhead and then sniffs up and down the shaft.   “Matthew, you smell so good.  I never got the full aroma of a man’s cock before, and it does have an erotic smell to it.  Makes my dick twitch.”

He sucks me and when he knows I am close, he quickly stands, turns me around, shoves his cock in my cunt and pounds me like a piston. This causes me to start whimpering and moaning and I shoot on the shower wall.  He keeps pounding me without a pause and my whole body feels like it is on fire.  I feel like I will come again but soon discover that it is just a sensation from his hard, thick cock rubbing back and forth over my prostate.  Just when I am about to ask him to stop, he stops.  My legs feel wobbly and I lean against the shower wall to keep my balance.  That was really fantastic.  A variation on fucking.

As we are drying our bodies, I look at Bradley and remind him, “Remember not to make any plans for after work.  We agree to hurry home after 5:00 to spend the evening with Marty and Bobby. Remember.”

“OK, OK!”

“Rosita can have time to go out and socialize and stay at her place, if she wants.  She needs some free time too.”

“Right.”

We make our own breakfast this morning.  Bradley goes to check on the boys and I hear a lot of squealing and giggling from down the hallway.  He comes into the kitchen with Bobby thrown over his shoulder and Marty chasing after. This family thing is really nice.  The two former homeless boys bring life to this house.

As I bask in happiness, I wonder what awaits us at work today.  We did our first newscast last night and it felt good.  I have to scrounge up the overnight local TV ratings from someone at channel 12 since we are not yet officially subscribed to the overnight rating service to get ratings early the next day.  I’m curious about our ratings for last night.  I’ll phone in our subscription once I get to the office.

Rosita is awake by now and apologizes for not having breakfast ready for us.  I remind her that breakfast is not her responsibility.  She says she likes preparing for us because we are so nice to her and we are kind to have taken the two boys off the streets to give them a good home.

The black limo is outside when we go out. The driver opens the door and we climb in.  We chat with the driver a little, ask what his day will be like and engage in other small talk. 

As the driver pulls up in front of the KDLS TV building, I notice there are flowers leaning against the building and extending about five deep onto the sidewalk. Did someone die? What the fuck is going on.

Inside we ask the security guards if someone died.  The guards respond with howls of laughter.  “No, No.  The flowers are from your fans.”

I wait for the joke punchline and a second guard says, “No really, people started putting flowers out there about 5:00 this morning.  One after the other.  Some people in cars, stopping to leave flowers. Other people were on foot.  I’ve worked here for fifteen years and have never seen anything like that.  You guys should be so proud.”

I respond, “I have never, ever had fans leave flowers.  I have to go outside and snap a couple of pictures to show the boys when we get home tonight.”

“Oh yeah, I heard that you guys adopted a couple of homeless Latino boys who were living on the streets,” said one of the guards.

I told him we are only foster parents now but will soon adopt them.

“You guys are great people for taking the boys in and also great for working to rescue this dying TV station.  You’re brave and kind men all around.”

Bradley and I say in unison, “Thanks for the kind words.”

The first thing I see in my e-mail is something from one of the channel 12 newsroom guys.  The e-mail has an attachment.  He has sent me last night’s overnight audience ratings and a word of ‘congratulations’ in the brief e-mail.

I glance at the ratings charts and can’t believe what I see. Our prime-time news last night was number three in Dallas-Fort Worth.  We went from last place for the past 20 years to number three in such a short time.  Wow!

I’m just about to phone Bradley when a head appears, leaning into the doorway, knuckles rap knock, knock, knock.

It’s Jason from the newsroom.  “Got a minute?”

“Jason, after your work reporting from the explosion the other day I will always have time for you.  Come in.”

“Thank you.”

“Have a seat and tell me what’s on your mind.”

He asks, “May I close the door?”

I’m a little surprised that he wants to talk behind closed doors, but I tell him it’s OK.

“Matt, I don’t know how to tell you this. I am on a roller coaster, mentally about this.”

“Jason, just say it.  That’s the easiest thing to do.”

“Matt, a guy who works for Bradley is talking shit around the building.  I’m sure it’s not true, but it doesn’t matter.  I had heard the rumor but when I was getting a drink of water in the hallway last week, I actually heard him tell two people that.......that........he says Bradley is having sex with him. He told the two people Mr. Bradley is fucking him nearly every day.”

“Jason, Bradley and I established a policy when we first became a couple and it is that we want to be monogamous but IF for any reason we have sex with another person, one-on-one, we will tell the other and go from there. Either of us can have sex with someone else but we have to tell the other one because keeping it secret is cheating.  If it happens, we will immediately return to sex with a condom and after three months will have an HIV/STD checkup. Breaking the agreement is not cause for divorce as long as I tell him and he tells me.  I can guarantee you that with the amount of sex we have every day, he is not cheating and he is honest and thoughtful about protecting me.  But I will get to the bottom of this. Who is the gossiper?”

“Don Barlow, a 17-year-old in Bradley’s shop.”

“OK, Jason, thanks for bringing this to my attention. I’ll phone Bradley and tell him about this.  You can stay if you like, but if you don’t want Barlow to know you told me, you can go back to the newsroom.”

“Let me know if you need anything.”

Jason leaves and I phone Bradley.

“Bradley, is Don Barlow in yet?  Good, send him to me, I have to talk to him.  Then I’ll phone you to come to my office.  OK?”

A tall kid comes into my office.

“Sit!”

He appears nervous and for good reason.

“Don, I hear that my husband is fucking you nearly every day now. Did I hear that correctly?”

He squirms in the chair and then looks at me and says, “That’s right.”

“You and I both know that is a lie.”  My phone rings.

Jason is on the other end.  He says, “In all my nervousness I forgot to tell you that I have a recording of him talking to those people at the water dispenser. I’ll e-mail you a copy of the recording.”

“Yeah, thanks for that.  Barlow in my office as we speak.” We hang up.

Now, here’s what you will do.  You will write a confession telling everyone in this organization that you have been spreading that lie and it is just that, a lie.  It is not true.  Each person here will get a copy.  After you write it, I will see if it meets my requirements and then you will take it to the IT office and they will e-mail it to every employee here.

“Why the fuck would I do that? You can’t prove it.”

“We know some of the people you have been telling the lie to.  And there’s a recording of one instance when you were telling two people that my husband can’t resist your sweet ass.”

He stands to leave and I yell at him, “Sit the fuck down.”

“If you refuse or fail to write that confessional, I will take you to court with a defamation lawsuit. At seventeen you will likely be tried as an adult. Do you have any idea of what happens to fresh meat like you in prison? Use your fucking imagination.  If you can’t pay for your crime with money, your parents will be next in line to hand over cash to me to compensate for you ruining Bradley’s reputation and mine.  Mr. Tom the majority owner in this TV operation will not be happy that his two main rescuers for this failing TV operation will have to quit because of the shitshow you have created. What action do you imagine he’ll take against you?  Now return to Bradley and tell him that I have assigned you a task that you must compete.”

Barlow looks at me with an expression of fear.

“I want that confessional from you on my desk not later than 4:00 today so that IT can distribute it before they leave for the day.”

Barlow stands, looks angrily at me and says, “I don’t fucking work for you.  You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Kid, at this point, everyone employed here works for me, you included. I am the key to success for KDLS with the help of a lot of other good people.  You are not one of the good people.  You have chosen to do something so stupid it defies the imagination.  Now get the fuck out of my office and get started writing.”

Barlow storms out and I call Bradley.

“Bradley.”

“Mr. Bradley, this is your husband calling to ask why you have not shared with me the fact that you are fucking a teenager in your department who says you are fucking him nearly every day.”

“What? What the fuck are you talking about, Matthew?  You’re not making any sense.”

“Come to my office right now and tell me that.”  I hung up.

He arrives at my door in about two minutes but doesn’t come inside.

“Get the fuck in here, king of the drones.”

He looks 100% annoyed with me and says, “What the fuck are you talking about, Matthew.  You’re not making sense.  Me fucking a teenager?”

“Yeah, 17-year-old Don Barlow.  That’s what he’s telling everyone.”

Bradley just stands there looking with disbelief on his face.

“One of the guys in the newsroom told me this morning that Barlow has been spreading the rumor that you are fucking him nearly every day and yet I don’t have a clue about what you two are doing.  He heard it himself and recorded it on his phone.”

“Surely, you don’t believe that I would fuck him or anyone else.  Tell me you don’t believe that shit.”

“Bradley, of course I don’t believe a word of it.  I told that little prick he will write a document of confession and bring it to me by 4:00 and IT will e-mail the document to every member of the organization simultaneously. Darlin’, I didn’t take that bullshit seriously for one second.  I’m just teasing you and at the same time reminding you to be careful how you interact with the people working for you.”

“Matthew, I may have done a fist bump with him when he arrived for his first day here, but absolutely nothing else.”

“He works for you so you can fire him or let him come here every day and face the humiliation of other employees who have a copy of his confessing to the lie that he made up. But if you’re pissed enough, just fire the dipshit.”

“If he stays, I will make his life miserable,”

“Yeah, give him all the shit work no one else wants to do.  Whatever you decide.  But I told him if he does not have his confession here by 4:00 I will file a defamation lawsuit against him and if he doesn’t have money, his parents will be called on to pay the defamation settlement and if they won’t or can’t pay, he will likely go to prison where all the men there are waiting for young, fresh meat.”

“I just can’t believe anyone would do that to us.  Can’t believe it.”

“Now, Bradley, for some good news.  We were number........drum roll......number three in last night’s overnight ratings.  From last place to number three.”

“Fucking fantastic.”

“I’ll call Mr. Tom and give him the good news.  We can’t use the rating data officially for publicity. One of the guys at channel 12 e-mailed me a copy.  I’ll phone in a subscription today.  We need to track the numbers daily.”

I pick up my phone and speed dial Sam, my lawyer friend.

“Sam, I need some paid legal advice.”

I explained the situation with Barlow.  There a long pause and then Sam says, “Here’s the deal.  You can’t sue him for not writing the confessional, it won’t hold up in court.  You CAN hold him liable if you have proof of his lie. You can force him to write the document explaining his rumor is a lie he invented but that cannot be used in court.  ‘That dog won’t hunt’ as the expression goes.  But if you have proof, like a recording of him actually spreading his lie or witnesses, that will win you a defamation case.”

“What’s the difference?” I ask.

“According to Barlow, he will have written his confession under duress.  The recording of him claiming to other employees that Bradley is having sex with him is a ‘caught in the act’ thing.  Gotta go, but you can forget about paying me for these five minutes of legal advice? Want me to come over and scare the shit out of him?”

“No, but I will have him do the confessional anyway.  We have to stop the rumor.”

I went to personnel to seek advice.  The director concluded I am doing the right thing.

As I return to my office, my phone rings.  Mr. Tom has been told by personnel already about the Barlow’s lie.

“Matthew, I want that kid gone immediately. I don’t want people like him on the payroll creating problems for the very people who are trying to save jobs at the TV station. Tell Bradley to fire the little shit after he has written the letter.  IT will send it around.  Call Bradley right now and tell him what the plan is.”

“Right, Mr. Tom and thanks for all your support.  Thank you, Sir.”

As luck would have it, Barlow showed up in my office a few minutes later already with the confessional document in hand. 

“Go back to your office and e-mail me the digital copy of this document so I can send it right away to my lawyer to see if there are objections to what you have written.”

Barlow jumped up and rushed out of my office and a couple of minutes later I had the document in my e-mail.  I sent it to Sam with a note. About fifteen minutes later I got a call from Sam.

His response was interesting because I had not read the document. “What the kid wrote is really good for you, Bradley and Barlow, himself.  He shows a lot of remorse in the letter.  Beats himself up pretty badly.”

“Thanks Sam, I will read what the kid wrote.  Mr. Tom heard about the situation from personnel and wants to kid gone immediately. This shit is taking up too much time, but it has to be dealt with.”

I read the document and am inclined to recommend giving Barlow a second chance if Mr. Tom will allow it. It is Bradley’s decision but I know he’ll agree because he knows people always have a reason for the crazy shit they do no matter how unreasonable it seems to the rest of us.

I suggest that if he wants to give Barlow a second chance, he should call Mr. Tom and plead the case for the bad boy.

I finally got down to the real work I get paid for and talked with Molly about getting more live feeds from the experts on subjects of the moment.  They can be done live over the Internet.  Today, guests don’t have to come to the studio to be interviewed for five minutes, they can do it from home or their office.  So much left to do.  This news department effort is becoming a work in progress.

Bradley and I leave punctually at 5:00 and rush home.  Rosita had made a delicious meal for us. The boys are all over us.  This will be an evening at home with the family having fun.  We started work on the puzzle Bradley picked up a couple of weeks ago but soon the boys are tired and want to watch TV.  The four of us cuddle on the couch.  Marty and Bobby fall asleep and when Rosita passes by, she takes them one-by-one and puts them in bed without waking them.  How the fuck does she do that?

She says goodnight to us and goes to her room to give Bradley and me some quiet time together.

Bradley:

“Matthew, I have to know if you have any doubts today about Barlow and me and what he has been telling everyone.  That is really bothering me. It would kill me if I thought you believed I would do that to you.  I would never cheat on you.  Who did you believe when you found out?”

“Bradley, I was joking about it because I knew it wasn’t true.  I didn’t think for one second that you had done what Barlow was saying.  Not one second.  Believe me.  Am I acting upset about it?  No, I’m not.  There’s nothing more to discuss about that.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure, I’m sure.”

Matt:

We both laugh and then I get around to work I brought home. Just some ideas I want to run past Bradley.

“What do you think about getting Mr. Tom to do a five-minute segment on TV once a week?  He has a way with people, making them feel relaxed, that sort of thing.  He could visit the elderly in care facilities.  Homesy, down to earth things.”

“Good idea, but we shouldn’t let him promote himself or his companies. He should do the job of a reporter.  When you ask him about doing the piece, ask him to think about what he would like it to be. He may have a secret desire to put on TV.  You never know.”

“Now, I have an idea of a Saturday morning half-hour designed to be watched by parents with their kids.  Call it, “Parents and Kids.”  Now, I want you to host it.  You have a way with kids and your have a wonderful presence on camera. You might include Marty and Bobby to give it an authentic look and feel and their presence will give you something familiar to hold onto.  What do you think?”
“Matthew, I have never thought about being a TV personality, but if it will help, we can try it.  Maybe we can use the Grand Cayman footage we shot, like one subject per show.  It’s a quick, immediate solution to getting started.”

“Wow!  That sounds really nice.  The kids and their parents should respond well to the turtle farm, the undersea garden, and the crystal caves will all be impressive and we can gather more things of a local nature, like the San Antonio River walk, telling the kids about San Antonio’s world’s fair of 1968.”

Bradley sounds so interested. He responds with, “I’m getting excited about us doing some important local programming.  That will help put the station on the map.”

“Bradley, I’m going to get the morning show moved to the news division. I will eventually replace the male co-host with the old news director who is doing well with the feature pieces he is doing on the 6:00 PM show. And, I will replace the female co-host.  I would like Molly to do that.  She has some on-air experience in her history in New York state, some town near New York City.  The problem is that she’s a fantastic assignments editor and I don’t know who to put in her slot if she moves to the morning show.  She’s really a gorgeous woman and looks so good in front of a camera.”

“Matthew, these ideas are all really good. I agree the morning hosts should be replaced.  The guy is so fucking arrogant and condescending and the lady is as dumb as a box of rocks.  The show should be moved to news because it deals with news and people things and it is definitely not entertainment.  Pure info.”

About that time, sleepy-eyed little Bobby wanders into the living room and says, “I’m thirsty.”

Bradley is on his feet in a flash and rushes to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. He opens it, Bobby drinks and Bradley screws the top back on the bottle and walks Bobby back to the boys’ bedroom.”

“I told him to keep the bottle on his bedside table in case he gets thirsty again," Bradley tells me as he returns to the couch.

We both are pleased with the way things are going at KDLS and are hoping for bigger and better things to take place.

Bradley stands, takes me by the hand, pulls me up and says, “Let’s go to bed babe.  This day has worn me out.”

“Matthew, Mr. Tom says he’s OK with me talking to the Barlow kid, and says he is impressed that I want to help the kid instead of just throwing him out.  Tomorrow I will try to find out what motivated his lie about me.  There’s a reason he did that.  I need to find the thing that motivated him to fabricate the story and help him deal with it.”

Bradley, turns, throws a leg over my hips, knees and straddles my body. He slowly slides his body up and down

“That feel good?”

“Fuck yeah, Bradley, it feels so hot, your muscles pressing against me, skin rubbing against bare skin.”

“You like my muscles, like knowing that all of this man’s body belongs to you. A man who feels like a man, looks like a man and thinks like a man, taking care of the most precious thing in his life.  You are just that babe, precious. Matthew, I love you like I never before knew one person can love another.”

“Bradley, I love everything about you. The way you look, the way you make love to me, the way you use me when you feel like just sex without the romance. You are a faggot’s walking wet dream.  And, you’re my wet dream.”

Bradley slides down, spready my legs and takes my balls in his mouth.  Sucks.  Pulls. Nibbles. It has been several years since anyone has done this to me.  I’m so submissive I have only been concerned with pleasing the Top before I even met Bradley and I have continued that attitude with him.  Now he is changing things and I like having these experiences again. The fact is that what he now does to me is all his idea. He’s always thinking of what’s good for me.

My legs get pressed back to my chest as my lover licks all over my groin area, awakening sensations and feelings I have lost over the years. It’s almost like a first-time experience with another Man.

He sucks my sphincter into his mouth, nibbles it and starts to tongue-fuck my cunt.  His strong hands holding my legs back. His strength is such a turn-on.

He licks all the way up my body, sucking my nipples, biting my neck, tongue forcing between my lips, tasting me and me tasting him, swallowing his flowing saliva into my mouth.  My hands are digging into his back.  I’m beginning to whine and whimper with lust.

"Matthew, tell me why you’re whining.  Tell me why.”

“You have made me so horny; I want you so much.”

“Be specific.”

“I want you inside me.”

“Matthew, stop playing games with me.  Tell me specifically what you want.”

“I want your cock, please.”

“Where do you want it?  You want to gag on it because it is so big?”

“Bradley, I want you to fuck me.  I need your big dick inside me, ramming me hard and deep, want to feel your strength using me like a whore.”

“Now we’re getting to the truth.  You want me to use you like I’d use a whore.  Just fucking to get a nut.  Is that what you need?

“Yes, I need you to use me, fuck me like you just need to cum inside a whore’s hole.

Bradley grabs a pillow and shoves it under my ass. “Get your cunt up here so I can get to it.  I will fuck you so deep you’ll feel like my dick is coming out of your mouth.  Is that what you need?”

“I’m your needy bitch tonight, you fucking hung stud.”

He pulls my hole open and slides in balls deep with one fast but smooth movement. He is dripping precum so he is well lubed but I am not and I love the feeing of him stretching me open as his thick cock spreads me, and my guts wrap around his thickness like a tight-fitting glove.

“Oh,” I squeal as he starts to punch fuck me, slamming inside over and over, his groin slapping my ass cheeks. He is being rough with me.  Tonight, I need this rough sex and I know he loves fucking like this but only does it when he knows I am in the mood for it.  Getting used like this drives out the stress and worry that plague me during the day at work.

Without warning, Bradley unloads inside me, slamming his dick hard to push his sperm as deep into me as he can, grunting with each slam.  He stops, pulls out and rolls onto his back. “Get on your hands and knees and clean my dick.  Do a good job or you will be punished! And keep your fucking hands off your own dick.  I will decide if and how you get to come.”

I didn’t come yet, but I think I might as he talks with such dominance in his voice.  I purposely do a sloppy job of cleaning him.  I want to see what he will do to punish me. He doesn’t do it very often but he knows my mood tonight. 

After I finish cleaning him, he lifts his head, looks down at his dick, looks directly at me and says, “You call that dick-licking clean? I’ve had women who know how to clean a man’s dick better than you.  Now kneel on the edge at the foot of the bed. Head down and fucking ass up.  Get ready for your punishment.  He slaps my ass really hard. It stings and I want to tell him to stop but I know better.  When he is satisfied that my ass is glowing red, he says, “Now get on your back, legs spread wide, arm stretched wide from the side.

Bradley hops off the bed, walks around, pulling out ankle and wrist restraints attached to straps, hidden underneath the mattress.  My ankles and wrists get fastened and the straps pulled tightly so my movement is restricted. We’ve only used this ‘BDSM Kit’ as it is marketed a couple of times.  I have absolutely no idea what Bradley has in mind. He puts a ball gag in my mouth. “So you can’t get loud enough to wake everyone in the house.”

Does he have something rough in mind, I wonder.

He blindfolds me.  Then nothing happens.  Soon I feel him climb on the bed. My dick is rock-hard and pointing at the ceiling, unusual for me.

“You OK?”

“Yes, SIR!”

Then, oh fuck yes, I feel his warm, wet, soft mouth around my cock head. Sweet baby jeeezus, so this is part of my punishment.  I will have to fuck up more often.

He is taking me balls deep.  Milking me with his throat muscles, running his tongue everywhere he can reach. I hope he knows how good this feels to me.  I haven’t had anyone blow me like this for several years.  I won’t last long.  Suddenly, he rams two fingers in my hole and finger fucks me while sucking my hard seven inches. I start to squeal, whine and whimper, squirming as much as I can move in these restraints.  Then he rams his fingers in hard and deep and I lose my shit. I gasp for air, trying to catch my breath.  I am off to another world.  After I dump my load down Bradley’s throat, I relax but then discover he is not through.  He continues the blowjob and the post-orgasm torture starts.  The added pleasure turns to slight pain and then pleasure and the good feeling takes over. I am still hard. 

Bradley, drops my cock out of his mouth, moves up my body, sucking my nipples and bites a little.  He nips my body with his teeth as he moves back down.  He grabs my balls, takes my cock back in his mouth, resumes the blowjob and slowly stretches my balls.  When he twists my ball sack and the two nuts inside, I welp like puppy and give him a second load of sperm.  He slows the movement on my junk and licks me clean.  He undoes the ankle and wrist restraints, tosses the straps over the side of the bed, gets on his side and pulls me into his arms, kissing me and hugging.

“Bradley that was one of our hottest times.  Thank you.”

“I needed to give back to you tonight.  And when you started talking about being used like a whore it filled me with raw energy. I had all sorts of fantasies kicking in when you started talking about what you needed.  I hope you enjoyed it rather than tolerated it for my sake.”

“Babe, like I said, I think that is one of our hottest times.  I hope we can wander into that scene again soon.  Thank you.”

We both speak about how sexually full-filled we are feeling right now.  I stroke Bradley’s still-hard dick and we fall asleep.

To be continued........