Oil Man

Ch.04

Hey Doc

Bradley:

I wake up every day with my dick in Matt’s mouth.  He seems happy with the arrangement and I fucking love it.  What man wouldn’t like to wake up getting a first-class blowjob. 

We’re underway looking for more aspects of this oil rig’s operation for Matt to include in his mini-documentary.  Something is gnawing at my thoughts, though, and I have to do something about it.

“Matt, is it OK if we go back to our room for a few minutes. I need you to stay there while I take care of some personal business.  I won’t be long.

“Sure, I can work on the script to go with all of this video we’ve been shooting. I’d like you to proofread it for accuracy while I am here.”

I give Matt the keycard to the room so he can go in and out while I’m gone.

Rushing quickly to see someone for advice, I burst into the office and say, “Got a minute for me doc?” He has a new name plate on his desk: Dr. Frank Cochran.

“Hey, Bradley,” he says with a big smile. “What’s up.”

“Doc, I need some advice but I don’t know where to start explaining things to you.”

“Anything to do with that TV anchorman you’re running around with?”

The psychiatrist might as well have slapped me in the face.  I have a red face; mouth hangs open like a broken trap door and I respond indignantly with the first words that form in my brain: “What makes you say that?”

“Bradley, you have your head screwed on better than most guys out here, including me, so when you come to me for professional advice, you must be dealing with something out of the ordinary.”

“OK, doc, suppose you’re right.  How do I deal with the situation?”

“I don’t have an easy fix for your problem.  Only you can fix it but maybe I can help you realize what’s going on inside your head with regards to your situation.”

“Why do you right away think it has something to do with Matt?”

“I don’t spy on anyone on this rig in the traditional sense. However, it is my job to observe and identify employees who seem to be acting out of character; or may be having a personal problem that needs dealing with one way or another.  Guys working on this rig need to have a clear head at all times because a single slipup can get someone killed. My job is to check out guys from afar and look for potential or existing problems.”

“What about me?”

“Bradley, I will be as honest with you as I hope you will be with me.  When I observe you two in the cafeteria, where I do most of my observing, you guys look like a couple of love birds. You both seem very happy and I see that as a big plus.  So, where’s the problem?”

 “Where’s the problem?  Doc, he’s gay and I’m straight.”

“If you both understand that, there should be no problem, right?”

I can’t tell the doc what Matt and I are doing.  But if I don’t tell him and admit that we are fucking around, how can he give me advice?

“Bradley, you still with me?”

“Doc, I told Matthew that I’m curious to find out if those things that I have heard from other guys about gay blowjobs are true and he offered to show me.”

“Did, Matthew, talk you into doing something you didn’t want to do? Or did you initiate the sex and now want to blame someone for what you apparently see as your misstep?”

“No, doc.  I told him I wanted to do it and we did.  More than once.”

“Then you must like the sex, but it bothers you that it is with another man, right? A gay man.”

“Doc, I want you to help me to understand how to accept this and move on.  I cannot explain to you or anyone else how incredible the sex is.  We had a body-melding experience last night, and….”

“Body melding?”

“Yes, doc, when I had the orgasm, I felt like we were one body, floating in space, out of body, a body of one.  Matt had an orgasm at the exact same moment without touching himself. It’s likely the closest I will ever come to having a spiritual experience.”

“Are you shitting me?  Are you serious?”

“Doc, you’re making fun of me.”

“Bradley, no I’m not poking fun.  I just need to know how serious you are about what you experienced.”

“Doc, I’ve never been more serious.”

“Bradley, we are seeing more and more often that human sexuality is a very fluid thing. The problem is that family and society have told us since we were born that normal sex is between a man and a woman.  Society says that same sex activity is sinful and you will burn in hell if you do it.  Bradley, that is Middle Ages thinking at best.  Look at young people today.  They cross back and forth from what we call gay and straight at will without thinking about it.  They don’t consider themselves bi.  They identify as gay or straight but will go the other way once in a while if they feel like it and they make no secret about it.” He pauses for a thought. “I read about a young guy who said, I’m not gay, but if I want to such a dick once in a while, I’ll do it.”

“So, Bradley, I’m not telling you what you should do, but if I were in your place I would jump into this relationship with both feet. You can switch at will. Be ‘bi’ if you want to put a label on your forehead.  But I am not you and you are not me. My profession teaches me to be more open-minded than the average person about sexuality.  You are not expected to be so willing to accept man-man relationships and all that goes with them.  However, closing your mind to such a non-conventional relationship eliminates huge possibilities for personal happiness.”

“Doc, I want to do what’s best for both of us.  I don’t know what will happen if I start a relationship with him and when the newness of our relationship wears off, I go back to chasing women?  I don’t want to hurt him.”

“Bradley, you can consider making a commitment to Matt as strong as the commitment you have to this oil rig. See what I mean.  Yeah, yeah, commitment to this pile of metal doesn’t involve sex, I know.  But when we get right down to it, like everyone else on this planet, you are the person responsible for everything you do or don’t do.  You might want to put together in your head, a future for you and a future for the two of you together.  See which one you feel stronger about.”

“So, I’m no better off than when I walked in here.”

“Bradley, you’re a rational man and you know that I cannot decide one way or another for you. There’s a fifty per cent chance I will give you the wrong advice on which to choose.”

“I am concerned about what my friends and colleagues here at work will think if I’m in love with another man.”

“So, you want to deny your personal happiness and do that which makes your friends and colleagues happy. You give them the power to control your love life and they are happy with their boosted egos and happy that they have saved you from yourself, they think.  Bradley, friends are your friends no matter what or they aren’t really friends.  Family and friends live their lives the way they choose and you deserve to live yours without interference. They DO NOT have a right to tell you who you should sleep with. And work colleagues have no more right to your business than you do to theirs. Buddy this life is short, so take happiness where you can get and give it. That’s my advice.”

“OK, doc.  I have to get back to Matt, he’s waiting in our room. Thanks for listening to me.  I feel better after talking to you about my situation.”

“Bradley, come back from time-to-time and talk more with me about this.”

I rush back to the room. “Matt, I’m back. We can grab a quick lunch from the cafeteria, but first, I want to, you now…..”

“Say it.”

“I want to bend you over on my bunk, naked and fuck you from behind.”

We both start ripping our clothes off and I usher Matt to my bunk, bend him over, lube us like he showed me last night and I try to penetrate him.

“Babe,” he tells me, “Stick two fingers in there and stretch me a little and then add a third finger, stretch a couple of minutes and then add a fourth finger.  That should stretch me enough for that horse dick you carry around.”

We both laugh.

I follow Matt’s instructions and sure enough, getting in is much easier. I fuck hard and deep for about five minutes and then I approach that magic cliff, where I beg some unseen entity for permission to go over the edge, plunging my entire being into a world of thunder and lightning, nerve endings firing off sensations throughout the physical body.

“Fuuuccckkk,” I scream.  Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Matt screams and whines as I come deep inside him, his whole body shakes.  I wonder if he has come undone again with no-hands.  When we settle down, I move my ass toward the bunk and fall onto the bed.  I pull Matt onto the bed with me.

“Wait a second, Bradley, I have to clean the floor. There’s a big load from me that landed there while you were filling me with sperm.”

I grin silently.  Two times in a row I have made Matt come with me, no hands needed.  I love that.  As I enjoy the post-orgasm afterglow, I soon start to feel guilty with thoughts of whether I’m taking advantage of Matt, using him for my pleasure, isolated on this oil rig.  I can’t promise him a future together because I’m not gay.  I have to stop this sex thing with him…….if I can be that strong.

Shit, there are six more full days left together before day ten which is a travel day for Matt when he leaves for Dallas.  How can I deal with all of this? I started this situation?  Fuck!

Matt removes his spunk from the floor, throws the tissues in the trash can and returns to me on the bunk.

“Whatcha thinking about, stud” Matt asks cheerily.

“Thinking about times down the road.  What will we be doing?  Will I still be hiding from the real world out here in the Gulf of Mexico,” Bradley says with sadness in his voice. He goes on, “Will we be together?  Will we not know each other any longer?  Will we be happy or broken-hearted? Will we still be friends with benefits?”

“Yeah, I’m thinking about that, too, Babe.”

I sit up quickly and say, “Come on, let’s grab a sandwich in the cafeteria and then work some more on the documentary.”

We dress and head out, leaving behind serious thoughts about the quickly-approaching future where we exist in separate worlds.

After lunch, we make another walk around the platform looking for still undiscovered things to record.

“Matt, if you promise to keep your feet planted here, with your permission, I’ll take your camera and get some very closeup shots at the drilling spot.  OK?”

“Fantastic. I can’t get those shots myself because I’m not allowed to get in the danger zone.  So, if you can do that, it will be so fucking helpful and will make the report so much better.  Thanks.”

I return nearly half-an-hour later with camera still in one piece.

I give Matt a big smile and say, “I think I have some material that’s good enough.”

“Let’s go back to the room and check it out.”

Matt is excited watching the videos on the notebook. It’s a big surprise because he doesn’t know what I recorded.  He reacts with “great,” “WOW,” “Fuck,” and a list of other words of astonishment and praise.

“I need to revise the shot sheet now and think a little about script changes to accommodate this excellent new video material,” Matt says.

After he stands and turns again toward the notebook, I move closer behind him, pressing my hardon against his butt.  Shit, this feels so good.  But beyond the current arousal, how long will the magic between us last once he leaves.

I think that Matt will commit to me in a second when I am ready but I don’t want him to do it first and make me feel obligated to commit to him only because he is a nice guy and loves the sex.  He says he doesn’t want a typical six-month gay relationship.  In the meantime, I am doing my job helping him with this documentation and we both are having some great sex.  Matt says it is difficult for him to accept sometimes but as far as the future goes, he really does believe that, ‘whatever will be, will be’.  Or put another way, ‘it is what it is.’

The rubbing of my hardon up and down his well-muscled ass, is making us both crazy with horniness. 

He turns around, looks me squarely in the eyes and says “Blowjob?”

I grin, and breathlessly say, “Oh yeah, fuck yeah.”

He grabs me by the hand and drags me across the room to the bunk beds.  On my bunk, he places himself across the mattress, butt against the wall, legs extended up the wall and……head hanging over the edge.

He looks up at me standing a few inches from his head and says, “Any ideas?”  He opens his mouth wide.

Excitedly, I respond with, “Oh my god, oh my god.”

He reaches up and grabs my crotch and says, “Get that dick out and fuck my throat.”

“Man, you are such a sex maniac, a trained slut,” I say with a chuckle.

I squat a little to reach his open mouth, and drop my balls in.  He sucks and chews on my balls while I scream with pleasure.  I pull out and aim my dick downward, enter and with one smooth movement, slide eight, thick inches down his throat.

“This is such a great angle; I have a straight shot all the way in.”

I ease in and out of his throat, balls deep in and resting my cockhead on his tongue on the out strokes. White sticky throat slime escapes around my cock, dripping down Matt’s face and chin, onto the floor. I pick up the pace, fucking his throat with long strokes.  After three or four minutes, I grunt loudly, curse as my cock vibrates violently. I shoot a lot of thick cum down his throat, sliding on its way to his stomach.

I stand, pulling my thickness out of his well-stretched throat.

“Fuuuuck meeeee,” I say, as I stand fully upright. “You keep showing me new things to do with my dick.”

“We’re just having fun” Bradley,’ he coughs, “for as long as we can.”

I can’t help the look of hurt on my face as he says that. I think for a moment and tell him, “I wonder sometimes if just having fun is all there is to what we’re doing or if there’s more happening between us.”

“What do you really think it is, Bradley” he asks.

“Matt, I’m trying to figure it out and I can’t come up with an acceptable answer.”

“Bradley, how about this?  We’re friends with benefits.  If it develops further, we will deal with that when the time comes.”

“Sounds like a workable plan. Better than anything I can come up with.”

“You can see the psychiatrist for help about sorting it out,” he suggests.

I look at him as I deliberate over whether or not to tell him about my talk with the doc. I finally decide: “I visited Doctor Cochran today when I left you here to go and take care of some personal business.”

“What does he say?”

“Basically, he says times are changing and I should be more open-minded about man-man relationships and that I will have to make a decision myself on whether to have a dedicated relationship with you.”

“Bradley, this is a rough time for you with both of us having great sex even though we are at opposites as far as sexuality goes and you don’t want to change that.  We can remain friends with benefits forever or you can slowly let go of your straight-minded-thinking and cross over the fence at a pace you subconsciously set for yourself.”

“Sounds easier than It really is for me.”

“Be aware that friends with benefits is not a commitment.  You can sleep with women and I can sleep with other men.  Neither of us has a right to demand anything of the other. We are just friends.”

I look at Matt as my brain comes to grips with reality. We are coming down to the wire, discussing how things will be once he leaves for Dallas.  I don’t like this reality as he explains it.  I want so badly for him to be mine, only for me.  I want to say he is mine but I can’t say that I am his exclusively.  Fuck!

“Bradley, if you want more you have to make some life-style changes and I think that will take some time, if it ever happens.  I will tell you that I welcome committing to you for as long as you will have me.  I will do it the moment you commit to me. So, friends with benefits seems to be the best we can work out right now.”

“Matt, I do understand.”

To be continued