Oil Man

Chapter 15

“Major Changes Coming”

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There may be nothing more beautiful than the sunrise at Grand Cayman.  I stand at the large living room window looking out at Mother Nature’s morning gift of sunshine as it brings the island back to life.

I glance over at Bradley’s naked body on the bed.  He’s on his stomach, showing the glow of a healthy tan. His thoughts of getting an all-over tan were quashed by the fact that Grand Cayman policy is that nudity in public is offensive.  Sex toys brought in by tourists are also offensive to the locals.  So, Bradley will return to Dallas with a great tan except for the area across his bulging, muscular ass cheeks.

I can never resist his morning erection. It looks so masculine, total manliness, pure sex.  I crawl onto the bed and walk on my knees to his sleeping body, spread his ass cheeks and savor what I see.  I lean down and lick up and down the sweaty crack, slowly teasing his hole until it relaxes, letting my tongue inside.  I swirl my tongue around inside and suck his ass muscle into my mouth.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers out loud.  “I was about to say that you will spoil me but you did that a long time ago.”

“Let me spoil you.  You deserve to be spoiled, worshipped, pleasured.  A big, masculine man like you deserves it all and I’m here to give it to you.”

“god, you make me feel as big as King Kong. You don’t know how good it makes me feel to know I’m appreciated for just being me.”

“Turn over and let me take you down my throat and give you that big, powerful, early-morning orgasm that we both enjoy so much.”

“Your talk is enough to make me come and your servicing my cock and talking like that are about to drive me over the fucking edge.  Take me there, babe, and give me a hard shove.”

“Come for me.  Now! Fucking do it!”  I return to blowing my husband.  Sucking, massaging and squeezing his balls, shoving two fingers inside, pressing, rubbing and massaging his p-spot.

“Oh fuck, i’m gonna come, Matthew.  Gonna fucking come. Shiiiiiiiit.

Bradley moans, gasps for breath, whimpers, curses, pounds the mattress with his fists. “You’re gonna kill me.”

He shoots a load that nearly fills my mouth and I continue giving him post-orgasm torture by sucking, finger-fucking, massaging his prostate.  His cock expands and contracts as he tries to come again. But the stimulation is too much, the orgasm continues without shooting.

“Please, stop, Matthew, please.  I can’t take any more.”

“OK, babe.”

He lifts his head and says, “I didn’t mean it, keep going, I need to come again.  I am so fucking loaded.  Make me do it.  Make me.”

“Bradley, come again for me.  I will continue this, with no hint of mercy, until you feed me another load.”

This turns him on and he squirms, tosses and turns, huffing and puffing and suddenly he screams as he lifts his ass off the bed, creating a giant arc, grabs my head with both hands and comes for the second time within minutes.

“Come here, you sex maniac.”  He grabs me and holds me tightly against him.

I kiss him, shoving my tongue as deep in his mouth as possible.

 

“Matthew, I am always amazed at how you know just the right things to do to give me complete sexual satisfaction which I have only had with you.  No woman has ever discharged all of my sexual energy like you can. No one.  After we have sex, I am always totally satisfied.  You’re fucking amazing, dude.”

“I love you, Bradley.”

“Matthew, I love you more than life itself.  My heart feels so full of love for you.  I never get tired of looking at you. Drinking in all of your manly beauty.  So hot.  Your strength is a turn-on for me.  You’re physically strong.  When we have sex, you are so active, showing me your strength.  It gets me so horny.  How did I get so lucky?”

“Bradley, my reaction is the same.  I love your strength, control, the way you take from me what you want and need.  I get horny from not having any control and enjoy you being in charge.  Turns me on like you cannot believe.  Perfect match, I guess.”

“You know it.”

We sit at the breakfast bar eating toast spread with butter and marmalade; drinking strong coffee, smiling at each other like a couple of teenagers.

“Bradley, how about we go to the turtle farm this morning and see if we can get someone to give us an on-camera tour.  Then tomorrow we’ll keep the appointment at the crystal caves and the rest of the time here we can snorkel and you can dive.  We can go to other locations for diving, if you want.”

“Great plan.”

We lucked out at the turtle farm, getting there with no tours booked for the morning.  The guy who takes care of the daily operation took us around, patient for us to shoot video and do some standups.  He explained on-camera the operation that hatches green sea turtles for the local food market and claims they release more baby turtles into the ocean than they sell for food and export each year.  It was an interesting tour.  The guide was a hot-looking outdoorsman who looked the part of a dude involved in assisting Mother Nature in her work.  The rest of the day was spent shopping, snorkeling and relaxing.

The following day we were at the crystal caves where Bradley shot some really beautiful footage.  Since there were no other tourists, we were able to do some creative lighting to get the maximum sparkle from the crystal formations hanging from overhead and jutting upward from the floor of the cavern.  The guy who had earlier hit on Bradley was nowhere to be seen today.

After a seafood lunch, we returned to the cottage and piled onto the bed, talked and eventually we were touching each other and kissing and with two erections calling for attention, Bradley took care of his inside me and stroked me while fucking.  It was as hot as expected and we crashed for a couple of hours and ate dinner followed by TV viewing and reading.

At about 1:00 AM, we were awakened by a ringing cellphone.  It was mine. “Hello?”

“Matt, this is Molly.  I apologize for disturbing your sleep but I have some truly bad news to deliver.”

“Hi, Molly.  What is it?”

“I just got a call from Mrs. McCaffrey who said, Mr. McCaffrey had a massive heart attack at home that evening and passed away before medics arrived.  I’m so sorry, Matt.”

“Molly, I’m not fully awake just yet.  Did you just say that George McCaffrey has passed away?’

“Correct. And right after her call, I got a call from a Navarro executive saying there are sending a crew down to Dallas tomorrow morning to take charge and clear up what George left behind. I don’t think you need to get back here at this time, but I will keep you posted after the San Antonio crew arrives.”

“Fucking hard to believe.  But thanks Molly. I won’t ask how things are going otherwise. I’ll wait to hear from you tomorrow. “

Bradley sat up and asked, “Was that Molly?”

“Yes, and she had terrible news.”

“What happened?”

“The CEO had a heart attack and died.”

“Fuck! I’m so sorry Matt. I know how much you liked him.  And he and I were developing a nice relationship also.”

Bradley and I talked for a while about the situation and after a few minutes of silence we drifted off to sleep.

We slept-in the next day and when we were both fully awake we discussed the turn of events with the passing of the CEO we were working closely with. Shortly before noon we got out of bed and went to the kitchenette to prepare brunch. We didn’t talk much as we went about our meal preparation.  Both of us in deep thought about the future.  What would this mean for us. When we started talking, we agreed that it shouldn’t change much for me, but Bradley’s job was a creation of the late CEO and might get cancelled.

My phone rang and it was Molly calling.

“Matt, I have more bad news.  You are not gonna like it when I tell you who showed up this morning to take charge of the station.”

“Don’t tell me it’s that asshole Bill Leverett.  Tell me it’s not. I thought McCaffrey fired him to keep him out of our hair.”

“Apparently not.  He’s throwing his weight around as you would expect and he said to tell you to get your ass back here now.”

“Of course, I will settle with the booking office and get a flight back to Dallas, although I may have to take a private flight because there’s only one flight a week in and out the same day.  But it doesn’t matter because if they insist that I return right now, I will bill them for all transportation charges.”

“Matt, extend my apologies to your husband.  I know he’s been enjoying his time alone with you.  And now it gets ripped away from you guys.”

“Molly, I just want to stop that asshole from wrecking the place like he did on the couple of earlier trips.”

“Thanks for looking out for us.”

“I’ll let you know as soon as I figure out how to get a flight booked.”

I phoned the airline to cancel our scheduled return flight a week from now and they recommended a semi-private charter company.  They have a flight today at 4:30 PM with four other passengers and we were added to the flight manifest.  Now to the booking office to settle early cancellation charges which I will have billed to Navarro Broadcasting.

The flight to Dallas was quite pleasant with wine and snacks provided.  The plane was a comfortable jet with the smell of a new car.  I knew that I would enjoy this flight more than what awaited me at channel 12.

The channel 12 limo picked up Bradley and me and took us directly to the station.  I rushed to the newsroom where Mr. Leverett was busy making life miserable for the news crew which was, against all odds, trying to keep their sanity in a period of uncertainty. When the crew found out I was on my way back, everyone waited to see me.

Molly rushed over and hugged Bradley and me. “This asshole is worse than I remember.  I may walk out of here before this day is over.”

I gave her a serious look and said, “Wait for me.”

Poor Sebastian joined us.  He was visually rattled by all of this.  He had never been around a jerk in the workplace like this San Antonio executive.      His eyes gave me a look of ‘pleading.’

“Basti, just relax and ignore this asshole.  We have experienced him before.  I will see what I can do but remember we no longer have a close friend in the San Antonio headquarters.”

I walked over to Leverett and said, “I thought George had fired your fat ass.”

“Nope, he just forbade me from coming to this station.”

“Oh, so you had free reign to wreak havoc on all the other stations the company owns.”

“Just doing my job, Matt.  Just doing my fucking job.”

“So, you are the chief misery giver in charge?”

“Matthew, regardless of what you think, you can be replaced.”

“I’m well aware of that.  But let tell you this.  I am gonna fuck you.  And when I do, you won’t even be able to buy fur-lined handcuffs for the occasion. You have no idea of the whirlwind you’re stirring up.  You are just a piece of shit that needs to be flushed down the shitter.”

“Big talk for a little man who has a contract.  We fucking own your ass for another, four years, is it? You can’t go to work for a competing station in the same market for at least six months.  By then, you will have been forgotten by your viewers.”

“You keep believing that.  You’re just another broke dick dog who will get tossed onto the junk pile of ex Texas broadcast executives.  By the way, save up now to buy those fur-lined handcuffs for when I fuck you, asshole.”

I grabbed Bradley’s hand.  “Let’s go home, babe.  We’re still on vacation.”

In the limo on the way to the house, Bradley kept stealing glances at me.

“Matthew, you are being very quiet and that’s when I worry the most about what’s going on in your head.”

I nodded toward the driver and Bradley knew I didn’t want to talk with the company driver up front behind the wheel.  Bradley gave me an understanding nod.

We entered the house, tired and emotionally drained.

“We’ll put this shit away later.  Right now, only you have what I need.”

His eyes sparkled as he knew what was in store. “Babe, I always love it so much when you need me.  It’s like you let your whole-body melt into mine so we’re like one person.  It’s so fantastic.  Just one of the many moods you have when we are fucking. god I love it, just fucking love it.”

When I am in this needy mood, I press my chest against Bradley’s and feel like I am joining him in a special place, joined as one.  I know exactly what he feels

Bradley smothers me with gentle kisses, soothing my jangled nerves, taking me away from my current situation and giving me a place to escape to for pure pleasure, pure heavenly, sexual pleasure like no one else has ever given to me. I squirm and rub my body against the hard, muscled body of my lover, my husband, my friend, my everything.

After a long while, Bradley starts to push me to the edge, stabbing me with his thick, eight-inch hard-as-steel cock. Each stab moves me closer to the edge of the cliff.  I realize how close I am and I start to whimper and squeal and lift my ass up and match Bradley’s well-calculated, hard strokes as he works hard with determination to shove me into a freefall.  I see flashes of light behind my closed eyelids.  It's like fireworks exploding in the blackness.  Then an electric-like jolt rips through me from head-to-toe and I have reached that promised and sought-after place only Bradley can take me to at times like this.  My need has been taken care of.  My arms are wrapped around his neck as I hold on to recover from the giant fall over the cliff. I kiss him gently, kisses of thanks for a wonderful ride. I feel wetness running down my cheeks.  Tears of thanks, happiness, feeling protected, wanted, loved.  All wrapped into one. In my mind I cannot put words together to describe what just took place between us.  I don’t understand what it is; it just is.  It IS what it IS.  It has happened before and it will happen again.  It gives me incredible strength.  I fall asleep in Bradley’s arms, protected from the world.

I awake thinking about the sex we just had. It was Bradley giving to me his all, taking nothing but giving everything he has.  I looked over to see him propped up on one elbow watching me.  I started to speak but he placed a finger on my lips.  He didn’t want any thanks.  He nodded.  We understood each other, like always.

“Bradley, I think I have to walk.”

“Walk where,” he asked with a puzzled look.

“As in walk away from the job.”

His eyes widened, “Are you fucking serious?”

“I can’t work with Bill Leverett.  What you observed of him today is what we experienced during two earlier visits.  He’s incompetent, has no knowledge of journalism, news, broadcasting.  He’s just another aging man who never made himself qualified for anything. I think his older brother is on the Navarro Board.”

“If you quit, I will too.  I don’t really need the money and I have education and experience to fall back on when I DO search for another job.”

“I would like to take Molly and Basti out of there and leave Leverret with nothing. I have offers regularly from other stations in DFW so I should be back on the air elsewhere very soon.  And maybe we can take with us the new technology you and George were working on.”

“But you can’t outright ask them to quit their jobs.  Just tell them your plans and if they want, they can follow.  Maybe you can get jobs for them as part of a package deal.”

“I will talk to Sam and Dave about contracts. Mine does not have a non-compete clause, so Navarro can’t hold me to fulfilling the remainder of the contract.  I’m not sure about Molly and Basti. You know, I think George purposely made sure my contract has nothing to prevent me from going to work at a local station the next day. He didn’t seem the least bit concerned when Sam told him my contract contained no protective clauses.  We’ll never know, but I’m glad no non-compete clause is there. I’ll call Sam now and ask him to notify local guys that I have quit channel 12, once it actually happens.”

We spent a quiet night at home watching a movie and then reading until bed time.

The next morning I phoned Molly to tell her that I will be at channel 12 in the afternoon after Basti gets to work and I would like to meet with them.

Bradley and I had Mexican food for lunch and then went to channel 12.

 I found Bill Leverett, started record on my phone and before I told him I would be leaving, he said, “I want you to undo this clusterfuck you created by putting that woman Molly second in command.  And, I want that Mexican boy out of the anchor chair for good. Assign someone else to the weekend shifts.”

“I can’t believe you are saying shit like that.”

“Well. you work for me now, so do what I tell you.”

I stared at him for a few seconds and said, “Yes sir.  Whatever you say, sir.  I’ll get right on it sir.”  I chuckled and walked to my office.

I sat at my desk and typed my letter of resignation.  Soon after, Bradley wandered in with Molly and Basti in tow. “Look who they let in the building,” he joked.

I pointed toward three chairs in front of my desk and said, “Sit.”

I handed Molly my letter of resignation which she passed on to Basti.

“I can’t work with that asshole, either,” she said.

Basti followed up with, “He terrifies me.  I can’t work like that.”

I looked at Molly, “He told me to demote that woman, no he told me to rectify the clusterfuck I created by appointing that woman as my second-in-command.“

I shifted my attention to Basti “He told me to get that Mexican boy doing weekends out of the anchor chair permanently.”

That’s the shit we can expect for the future.  So, I will turn in my letter of resignation to the general manager in a few minutes and phone Sam and Dave and ask them to notify the gossips about town that I have quit.  I should have a job offer before tomorrow and I will try to get a package deal for all four of us, if you are serious about leaving, considering you can’t work in this new atmosphere.”

“I’m in,” from Molly.

“I’m in,” from Basti.

“To prolong the agony for the manager, Molly how about you turning in your resignation in the morning.  Basti, you give yours in the afternoon after you get to work.  This will drag out the revenge over a longer period of time. Bradley?”

Without hesitation, he replied, “If you wait for me to type my resignation, I will submit it at the same time as you do.”

“Just copy mine and make the needed adjustments.

Molly spoke, “This is a big step to take but I can’t stay here and put myself in an unworkable atmosphere for who knows how long.  So, I’ll leave what used to be this happy home away from home.

“Whoever wants to talk to me, I’ll try to get us placed together,” I tell them.

Basti gives me a comforting smile and words of encouragement. “Matt, we know you will do your best for us as you’ve always done.”

After the three left my office, I phoned Sam.

Sam said he had made a copy of my contract with his phone’s Cam Scanner app the day he was here just prior to my signing the new contact.  He said there was nothing in the contract that prevented me from walking away.  Sam further said he and David will provide pro bono legal service.  I insisted on paying them but as he argues with me, I hear David yell, “We’re not taking your money, Matt.  We owe you for getting us married.”

Sam chuckled and said, “The boss has spoken and there is no discussing this with either of us. Anyone else leaving with you?”

I told Sam our plan and David heard the rest of our conversation on speaker phone.  I explained that Bradley and I are about to hand in our resignations and that Molly and Sebastian will submit theirs tomorrow. 

David said he will contact the channel 12 general manager to discuss the situation and remind him that there’s nothing to prevent our departures and if he insists on trying to enforce the contract we will meet in court. David is a trained media lawyer and is anxious to sink his teeth into his second media event. I asked Sam to drop the bomb on the media wherever he can and after that I will wait for some offers.

I went to the manager’s office and handed my letter of resignation to his secretary.  I asked that she get the sealed envelope to the boss right away.

I returned to my office to clean out my desk and retrieve all of my personal belongings.  I felt a certain sadness knowing I would not be returning to work here after more than four solid years.  This was my first full-time job after the army.  However, the atmosphere in this workplace is already becoming toxic and that means it’s time to move on.

Bradley came in and said he had just given his resignation to the manager’s secretary. “Now we will wait for the explosion.”

As Bradley and I headed for the exit, Leverett stopped us and started yelling.  He asked who will do the news and I told him that is no longer my responsibility.  He started threatening us with a lawsuit and I just told him to get the legal guys to explain my contract to him.

At 8:30 PM our landline rang.  Bradley and I looked at each other.  Who calls on the landline these days?

I picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Matt, this is Chris Leslie, general manager at KDLS.  I really would like to talk to you.”

“Chris, what can I do for you?  I guess the news has gotten around that I am unemployed.”

“Actually, I got the news from Mr. Tom, the co-owner of this station.  He said a friend told him you had quit and Mr. Tom told me to hire you, completely on your terms; whatever it takes.  Money for us is no object.  Mr. Tom owns the franchise for all soft drinks in the metropolitan area, except for Coke.  And, he has a local brewery that can’t keep up with the demand for his beer. And, the other partner owns that big grocery store chain that covers the state.  In fact, the grocery man called half-an-hour ago and asked if I had hired you yet.  He’s a bundle of nerves and anxious to get you, too.  When they found out you’re available they developed an immediate interest in buying some respect for KDLS.  I suppose you have offers from every station in town.  But I am told to outbid them all.  Matt, we will give you whatever you ask for.  Anything.”

“I guess word about my availability has not gotten into the grapevine like I expected.  But, your basic offer sounds really good.  I have a lot of ideas I was working on at channel 12 with the CEO in San Antonio.  But I have one thing to tell you before we agree to meet.  I will be bringing three others with me.  My husband, currently the Director of Mobile Broadcasts, Molly my assistant news director and assignments editor.  And, our weekend anchor who has been sitting in for me while I have been away on my honeymoon.  They go where I go.”

“Matt, if that’s what you want, we will make it work.  I’m so fucking excited about the prospect of you moving over here.  I probably won’t get much sleep tonight.  Can we meet tomorrow before noon. We can talk and nail down an agreement and then go out to lunch to celebrate.  Give me a time and I’ll be available.  If morning is not good, we can make it afternoon or evening.  If need be I can meet you tonight to talk.  I get the feeling that my job is on the line, to be honest.  Those two partners really want you.  They are excited about “getting the station some recognition and they are certain that you can do that for us.  And I agree.”

“How about I show up at your place at 10:00 AM?”

“Perfect.  Now I have to call both owners and confirm that I have been in touch with you.  And don’t be surprised if Mr. Tom is here to greet you.  He’s a huge fan.”

“Chris thanks for the offer and I’m looking forward to meeting you tomorrow.  My best to Mr. Tom and Bill McCarty, the other partner.”

Bradley looked at me with raised eyebrows.

“That was the manager from KDLS with an offer.  He said he is told by the two owners of his station to hire me, no matter the cost and give me anything I ask for.  Money is no object.  He said taking on the four of us is no problem.  The manager is Chris Leslie. The basic offer sounds great but reality may be something else. I’m optimistic for now.”

The phone started ringing and I had to turn off the ringer so we could get some sleep.  I answered the first call and told the manager I had an appointment tomorrow and if that doesn’t pan out I will give him a call.

“Bradley, I’d like you to go with me tomorrow so you can discuss the new technology ideas you had planned with George.  There’s no reason you can’t do those things at KDLS.  It will be good for the upgraded news operation.”

Bradley nodded in agreement and said, “Can we go to bed now.  All of this excitement has made me so horny, if you know what I mean.”

“I do know because I’m having a similar reaction.  The idea of a new job where money is not the first item to be discussed.  That’s a switch.”

We turned out the lights and went to shower together.  Hands were everywhere, searching, touching.  Lips planting kisses in just the right places. The new jobs situation has us filled with excitement and anticipation.  I am so hungry for this man of mine and he seems to have an equal degree of urgency.

I blew him for a few minutes and he pulled me up and said, “I want to cum inside you.”  He bent me over and I grabbed the wall to steady myself.  It was a hot fuck, full of urgency, excitement and expectations for tomorrow.

In bed, we didn’t talk for a few minutes and  then Bradley said, “Matt, may I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

He asked, “Why do some stations’ call letters begin with a K and others with a W?”

I laughed out loud. “Many years ago the government decided to give broadasting stations east of the Mississippi River call letters beginning with a W  while Stations west of the mighty Mississippi would begin with the letter K. Old stations were grandfathered allowing them to retain the W.  That’s why in San Antonio you have stations like WOAI and KONO, for instance. WOAI is one of the country’s oldest clear channel stations. No other station in North America broadcasts on 1200 AM.  WOAI has 50,000 watts of power and the signal gets bounced by the skywave after sunset and can be heard in most of the US, parts of Canada and Mexico.”

“I feel much better informed now,” Bradley says sarcastically.  He pulls me to him and starts making out and stroking me.  It takes just a few minutes for him to have me on my back, legs on his shoulders and his dick satisfying the two of us.

After the  sex, neither of us goes to sleep right away.  There are so many thoughts about the prospects for a new job.  Could it be that the offer from KDLS will be the only one we will consider?  Now, that is something to sleep on.

To be continued