Oil Man

First Full Day

Bradley:

I didn’t sleep much last night, because my brain is in such a state of confusion and accompanying horniness. I’m trying to understand why, after spending 30 years of life on this planet with no sexual attraction to another man, I have suddenly become a major basket case with the arrival of the TV anchorman.  I am now considering asking Matt to show me what it’s like for a straight man to have sex with a gay man.  Who am I kidding?  I know deep down that I will do it this very night. Until last night, I had never jerked off thinking about another man.  This is too much for me to deal with right now.  But it’s staring me in the face, figuratively, from the upper bunk. Fuck!  I quietly get off my bunk being careful not to rattle the bed frame too much.

Both feet on the floor, I take the few steps to the other side of the room. The man asleep on the upper bunk is beautiful even when he sleeps.  What the fuck is wrong with me?  A man has suddenly become ‘beautiful’ to me.  Am I going crazy from being too long out on this rig with nothing but a group of men at least as horny as I am?

I grab last night’s clothes and quickly get dressed. I realize how hungry I am and head for the cafeteria for breakfast.  I devour a plate of bacon and eggs, toast and coffee, get a breakfast meal-to-go for Matt and start a fast walk back to the room.  As I pass a table of crew men having breakfast, someone yells out loudly, “Your new roommate hasn’t been here for 24 hours yet, Bradley, and he has you trained already.” A roar of laughter fills the cafeteria and I grin like a guy experiencing his first puppy-love.

“Fuck you guys!”

In the room I put the food-to-go container on the desk and walk over to the bunk beds, gently shake Matt’s arm and whisper, “Time to wake up sleeping beauty.” As I listen to myself, I think, ‘What the fuck!’ I just can’t help myself.

Matt looks at me with a sleepy expression and says, “I smell food.”

“I already ate so I wouldn’t delay our getting started on your project and I brought you bacon, eggs, toast and double coffee.”

“Bradley, that’s so thoughtful.  Thanks.”

Matt makes quick work of putting away everything in the Styrofoam take-out container and shares the coffee with me.

As he stands up, my gaze follows his eyes with an internal strange feeling of emotional hunger. What I am about to do feels ten times worse that the case of nerves I had when I first asked a girl out on a date in high school.  I want to touch him so I quickly throw my arms around him and hug him tightly.  His hands on my back feel so tender.

“Matt, I wanna do it.”

“Do what?”

“I wanna try gay sex, but you can say no if you don’t want to do it with me.”

“Bradley, I have already told you that any gay man would jump at the chance to have sex with you, and yes, I will do my best to show you how good it can be. Tonight.  OK?”

I push out all the air in my lungs with a single loud, heavy breath.  “OK, then let’s get ready for our first day of TV work.”

“First a warm shower to refresh the body and get it going.”

Heading down the hallway, I talk non-stop nonsense, as giddy as a teenage boy in heat.

The room is empty but splashed water on the walls indicates some guys have already showered.  The warm water cascading over our bodies feels so soothing.

“Bradley, want me to wash your back?”

I nervously look around the room to make sure no one else is here.  “Sure, but I don’t think it would be cool for anyone else to see you scrubbing me down, so don’t take too long.”

“I understand your situation and I will never do anything to embarrass you in front of your colleagues. If you want to mess around tonight, I want you to get familiar with my hands touching your body.”

Matt is already washing my back by then and his touch feels incredible.  No one has washed my back since I was a kid. I confess, I could get used to being pampered like this even if by another man.  Some switch has flipped in my brain; happening yesterday when Matt stepped out of that fucking chopper.

“Bradley, I’d love to wash your front, but that would probably lead to something we should better save for tonight in the privacy of your room, definitely not something for the communal shower.”

We walk back to our room with towels tucked around our waists.

Matt blow-dries his hair while I decide what to wear.  I usually never spend this much time on what to wear but I want to look nice for Matt. 

Matt finishes his hair and walks over to me, runs his fingers through my dirty-blond-colored hair and asks if he should dry it for me.  I shiver as his fingers run over my scalp. I am clearly enjoying the attention and touching.  I tell him, “I usually just comb it.”

“Then a comb job it is,” he replies. 

We begin dressing in our safety gear as required by platform regulations. We don’t want anyone to get hurt and insurance requirements demand it for obvious reasons.

“Matt, I’m really looking forward to tonight and entering a totally new world for me.”

“I’m as excited as you are, maybe even more so.  I’ve never been with a man like you before.”

“How so?”

“You are that full package I spoke about before.  A few have come close but you are the first man to include it all. But before a night of sex, we can enjoy this day of creativity, shooting video, and then have some really intense fun later.”

As we step through the door onto the platform, the warm summer day and the bright sunshine somehow seem different today. A slight breeze wraps itself gently around me.  The sun’s rays give everything in sight a new luster. I feel a strange happiness which I may have only experienced as a child. I feel more at peace with the world today as Matt and I start our joint effort toward his documentation, as a journalist, of the operation of this giant oil rig rising alone out of the waters of the Gulf.

My daydreaming is interrupted by a question from Matt.

“I think most people, when they think of an oil rig, wonder about its electricity?  So, tell me, please, where does it come from?”

Matt follows me as we step through a door into the power room. “This is where it happens for the time being and we are adding a second power source, as I speak, to provide a cheaper and more efficient power system”

I explain that diesel generators provide all the platform’s power at the moment and we are constructing a wind-powered system to reduce total dependence on the more expensive diesel system. Gas-powered generators are used to power other rigs and undersea electrical cables are available for power at select rigs.  But at the moment we rely totally on that diesel generator there and an adjacent backup generator that takes over in case of a failure of diesel generator number one.”

Matt turns and looks at me.  “Wow! You really know your business,” he says.

I feel an urgent need for an answer to something not related to the oil business.  “Matt, what’s going on with me?  I feel a little bit like I’m going crazy.  Since you stepped out of the chopper onto the rig platform, nothing is the same in my head.”

“Bradley, I can only guess that you are going through a sudden period of self-discovery.  It may be that you are not ready for discovering your possible attraction to men. It happens to straight men of all ages. I’ve talked to guys in their fifties, happily married, a couple of teenage kids, who suddenly find a certain man attractive and eventually experiment to find they no longer have an interest in women, or, they now like men AND women.  You’ll be OK. Let Nature take its course. And there’s always the possibility that what you’re experiencing is only curiosity and once that is satisfied, your thoughts and feelings will return to what they were before I arrived.  Time will tell.”

Matt wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly. I feel safe for the moment.  He whispers in my ear, “Wait and see how you feel tonight.  You can always back out of the trial run before it gets underway.”  I hum like a kitten as Matt runs his soothing fingers of one hand up the back of my neck into my hair. His other hand moves down my side and stops at my crotch. He wraps fingers around my cloth-covered hardon and rubs up and down slowly. It feels so fucking good but I quickly panic.

“Matt, stop, please stop before I come in my boxers.” He laughs. “How fucking old am I, fifteen?”

Matt’s touch seems so routine, like he has been touching me like this forever. And it has given me an enormous hardon which he could obviously feel against his own before he started stroking me.

He releases me from his arms and says, “Let me shoot some video of the power station while we are here,”

I make suggestions here and there as we adjust light sources between the room’s overhead lights and Matt’s hand-held pro light.

We grab a sandwich from the cafeteria for a quick lunch and continue recording video until 3:00 PM.

Back in the room, Matt connects the video camera to his notebook and we begin previewing the day’s video.

It’s 8:00 PM when we return to the room following a tasty dinner in the cafeteria.  I am very anxious about the evening’s coming events; no pun intended.  One voice tells me to call the whole thing off while another says I should try it out to see if it will start me down the road to discovering my true self.  I decide on the latter.

“Hey, gorgeous, how about a shower before we get cozy for the evening,” Matt suggests.

“Cozy.  Is that what you call it?”

“Cozy gives the event a neutral name because we don’t know where we will go after we get started. We could just cuddle and talk.”

“I don’t think so!”

Several guys are in the shower room, some really scrubbing down after a shift doing the dirtiest work on the rig. I damn near prayed the entire time that I wouldn’t get wood thinking about a planned sex-filled night and I fill my head with a lot of ugly thoughts to keep the one-eyed monster asleep.

My nervousness about tonight is highlighted when Matt yells at me as I start to apply deodorant to an armpit.

“No artificial smells please,” he said. “I want to smell a real man, not leather or wood, or whatever scents are cammed into that stick of wax. Play it safe and never wear cologne or deodorant before sex with another man.”

“How shall I dress for the occasion?” I ask innocently.

“Just wear some sexy boxers and a t-shirt to start.  It’s less to take off to get to the good stuff,” he replied.

We stand facing each other.  Matt runs his palms under my t-shirt and up my sides.  I shiver uncontrollably.  He slowly removes his hands, grabs my tee at the bottom, says, “Arms overhead,” and removes the shirt.

His palms slap onto my bare chest, squeezing my pecs, pulling and gently twisting my nipples. “Does that bother you?”

“Yes.  It makes my dick so hard it hurts.”  I chuckle.

“Nothing better for a man worshipper like me than a real man, horny and hung and desperately in need of servicing.” 

He smiles as he looks into my eyes and slithers down onto the floor, resting on his knees.  He looks up at me with eyes of pure lust and need as he presses his face against my boxers, rolling his face left and right against my hard, uncut cock.  He loudly inhales the scent radiating from my cock and balls, moaning with pleasure of doing this for me. He has chosen me over anyone else to give and receive sexual pleasure right now. Me. The pleasure in my cock, brain and in my heart are overwhelming.

Matt rises from the floor, like a giant snake, rubbing his chest and crotch against mine as he moves.  His face gets very close to mine and I nearly panic at the thought of him kissing me.  ‘I’ve never kissed a man before.  What if I do it wrong.’  He only presses his lips against my neck, licking with his tongue and nibbling on my earlobes.

He takes me by the hand and says, “Let’s go to your bed.  On your back.”

I stretch out and Matt sits on my groin area straddling my hips.  He leans down, sucks on each nipple, licks up my side, lifting my arm over my head and presses his nose in my armpit.  Then I feel his tongue licking up and down my pit.

“No one has done that for me,” he whispers.

“I’m will do several things I would guess no one has done for you.”

Matt licks up and down my abs and just when I think I was going to feel his mouth on my dick, he goes lower to my balls.  He sucks both cum makers into his mouth and swallows like he’s trying to get them down his throat.  The sensation is so arousing, the sucking pressure is a new feel. I grip a handful of bed sheet in each hand, pull and squeeze to control my reaction.

The hot tongue and soft lips move into the crevice on each side of the balls between the ballbag and the inner thighs, nibbling, licking.  Hot, wet tongue wiping and scrubbing away the ball sweat.

Then what I had been waiting for started happening.  Lips kissing and tongue licking up and down my hard, eight-inch, uncut cock. I’m proud of what Mother Nature has given me and am happy to share it with Matt.  Up and down, tongue swirling around the head, stabbing and licking the piss slit, sucking out pre-cum.  The tongue moves round and round the head and suddenly moist lips and warm wet mouth wrap around my cockhead as Matt takes my cock into his velvety soft mouth, sucking and moving a short distance with each downward movement.  ‘Oh, god, oh god, oh god’ I thought.  The sensation causes my nuts to begin churning up a load of two-week-old cum and as I get ready to shoot it in Matt’s mouth, I feel his nose pressing in my pubes; he has taken it all down his throat.  He slowly squeezes with his throat muscles.  Suddenly he releases my throbbing cock from his throat and presses a thumb on the underside just below the head to prevent me from coming. I felt like I had been tackled and slammed to the ground by the biggest player on a football team before reaching my goal.

“Fuck, Matt. I was just about to shoot.  Let me come please, please.”  I am whining like a six-year-old.  He starts over and I think, ‘I’m gonna cum this time.’  I’m humping his face, fucking his throat and just as I am about to explode, he pulls off, squeezes my hard, wet cock.  With my own ears, I hear myself nearly crying.

“Matt, why are you doing this to me?  God this is torture.”

He grabs my legs and roughly pushes my knees back against my chest.

“Hold your fucking legs in that position,”

I swear to god, I see question marks flashing in front of my eyes as I wonder what he is about to do to me. Matt grabs my ass cheeks, spreads them wide and pushes his face into the crack. He slowly licks up and down and then begins an assault on my asshole.  With each push of his tongue, it feels like he’s going inside. ‘Holy shit, he IS going inside.’ I quickly approach sensory overload, so I grab my cock to release my tsunami of jizz but this expert of sexual torment slaps my hand away.  This man is definitely destroying me moment by moment. I can’t keep my body still.  An observer would think that I am having a seizure or that my body is wracked with pain.  I am about to lose my shit.

“Matt, if you keep tongue-fucking my ass I will come, I’m gonna do my first no-hands come if you keep that up.”

He shortly leaves my ass and starts sucking my dick like a vacuum cleaner, going at what feels like the speed of light.  UP and down, up and down, faster and faster and faster. I scream louder than I can remember ever making such a noise as I unload two weeks of cum down Matt’s throat.  He sucks and squeezes with his throat muscles to milk the last drops of seed from my fuck tool.

He pauses for maybe five seconds and gently nurses on my still-hard dick like he was sucking his mommy’s tit.  As he gets a little faster, my sensitive dick responds with a bit of pain and faster brings more pain.  He ignores my begging him to stop.

When I jack off, I have the good sense to stop after coming but Matt has other ideas. Suddenly my begging just fades away as the pain turns to pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!  Matt you’re gonna make me come again. I feel it coming. Oh, shit!”

He keeps increasing the speed of his bobbing head and the exact perfect, proper moment, he rams my big, thick cock balls deep down his throat and I come a second time. I am making wailing sounds like I have never heard before. In my stream of expletives, I think I created a couple of new curse words, but I can’t recall them.

Matt sits oh my groin again, leans down and asks, “How the fuck was that, big boy?”

“Well, there were moments I thought I would die because the sensations were so intense.  But that was some fine sex, the best ever.  I never knew the human male could have those sensations and stay alive.”  I laugh as I grab his hands and pulled him down on top of me. 

He rests his cheek on my neck and whispers, sweet things in my ear. “I was afraid you would chicken out so I rushed things along because I knew if you experienced these things, in the end you would have had a nice first experience. If there’s a next time we will take it slower and make things a little more exiting, letting the orgasms build up slowly and then explode.”

“Are you having seconds thoughts about doing this again?”

“Bradley, it’s up to you.  You were curious and now that curiosity has been satisfied.”

“You’ll be returning to Dallas in a week and I want to do this with you as often as possible while we can.”

“OK, then. Tomorrow night I want you to fuck me.”

“Matt, I never fucked a guy before.”

“You don’t want to fuck me?”

“Of course, I want to fuck you but I don’t know how.  I haven’t fucked another man.”

“Bradley, fucking is fucking.  We just have to prepare a little, use some lube because the butthole is not self-lubricating like a woman’s pussy.”

“Speaking of women, you were right when you say a gay man will do things that women will never do.”

“I fucked a lot of women until about two years ago when I started spending more and more time on the rig.  The last time I had sex with a woman was about six months ago.  It is the only time in the last two years that I was on land.  So since then, I engage in self-pleasuring myself a few times a day.”

“No woman gives me orgasms like you do.”

“Bradley, normally I require a condom for fucking but I haven’t had anal with another man for about a year.  So, I think we are OK to fuck without a condom.”

“I always use condoms but hate them and am glad we can do it without using one of those things.”

“Baby, I want you to fuck me bareback so I can feel your cum shooting deep inside me, breeding me. Though I was in control tonight, that is not my usual position.  So tomorrow night I want you to be in control.  Be the man. Take control.”

“I don’t know if I can do that with a man.”

“Treat me just like you would a woman.  Impress me with your abundant masculinity, coax me into doing things you want.  The big difference is that my fuck hole is tighter than the pussy you are accustomed to.”

“Oh shit, you’re making me horny again.”

“I noticed.  Your dick is hard as steel.”

“And sensitive, too.”

“Let me take care of it.”

I pour lube on both hands and start a two-hand hand job.

“Oh baby, you have magic hands, too.  Fuck that’s nice. It’s gonna blast soon.  Yeah, keep doing that.”

About two minutes later, Bradley shoots a cum stream that hits the underside of the top bunk and drops back down onto us.

I get a t-shirt from my top bunk and clean us up.  I toss the tee on the floor and return to Bradley’s bunk. He was falling asleep.

“Before you drift off into dreamland, I want to tell you something for you to remember.  Bradley, after you wake up in the morning, you may feel guilty and have regrets about what we did tonight. You are a straight man and did something tonight you probably never in your wildest dreams thought you would ever do.  You may want me to get out of your sight and out of your room.  You may decide to ignore me, stop speaking to me.”

“Matt, I would never do that.”

“Bradley, I’ve been chasing straight guys all my life and most of the time it happens like I just described it. If your reaction happens like that, there are no hard feelings.  I truly do understand.  You may feel your masculinity is threatened and remember, too, that we are all brainwashed starting at birth to learn our role as men in our society.  Get a girlfriend, find one you want to marry, buy a house with a white picket fence, have some kids.  You know the story.  Some of us, like me, are not wired for having a wife.  And, some of us gay guys partner with another man, get married, buy the house, adopt or have kids via a surrogate.  It can be the same:  love, marriage, family, but with another man.”

“I haven’t thought about it like that.”

“I just want you to understand that you may wake up hating me for letting me talk you into this.”

“Babe, I initiated the whole thing. You didn’t talk me into doing anything.  It was I who seduced you.  Using my masculine charm to take advantage of your desire to have a real man.”  I laughed at all this silliness.

“Bradley, I hope with all of my heart that you feel good tomorrow morning about our time tonight.”

“You’re the expert on these things but I can’t imagine I could treat you like that.  You are a great man.  Kind, considerate, super pleasant to be around and your understanding of hot sex is on a scale with destructive hurricanes.  Matt, I have no clue about what is going on inside me but you’ve caused me to have feelings I never before experienced, and it has nothing to do with the sex. I liked being around you before the sex.  From the time you put foot on the platform yesterday. The first-time sex is pushing my feelings into an overflow position.  My feelings for you are now running over.”

“I have similar feelings for you. I’ve only had feelings like this once before in my life.  He was an army guy who had returned from Afghanistan a couple of months before we met.  I fell in love with him, a straight guy.  I woke up one morning after a night of the greatest sex ever, at the time.  He had left a note and just disappeared.  I’ll tell you about it sometime if you want to hear it, but not now.”

“I would like it if you would share it with me.  You’ll know when the right time comes along, if it does.”

“Give me a hug, big guy.  We have to get some sleep so we’re ready to return to reality when the sun comes up.”

I climbed up and got under the bed sheet and light blanket.  Sleep did not come immediately.  I had fears about how Bradley would feel in the morning.  I remembered my first and only love, up until. When will I learn to stop chasing straight guys who want to get off, once, and then disappear from your life.

“Matt, you asleep?”

“Not yet.”

“Can you come down here and sleep with me. Please?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Bradley is on his back.  I snuggle up to him, drape an arm over his chest and asked, “Is this OK?”

“Fucking perfect, just fucking perfect.”  He places an arm on top of mine and holds me tightly. It makes me feel good, protected, part of his life.

To be continued