Oil Man

Chapter 17

“D-Day Is Here”

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The remainder of the month goes quickly and D-Day is tomorrow.  As promised, this evening we will show the entire staff what the new prime-time news program will look like. 

I don’t have any idea of how many people have turned out in the big studio but we run out of chairs and it gets crowded with people standing or sitting on the floor.  The unusual interest is flattering but we have to understand that everyone working here wants something to be proud of.

The coal-black curtains covering the gigantic LED video wall part in the middle and draw to the sides, to reveal the video wall.  The audience responds with an ‘AAHHHH.’  In the center a graphic slowly fades in.  ‘KDLS – Live Action News’ - @channel 13.

 I walk to a position standing in front of the screen.

A moving image sweeps right to fill the entire screen.  I say, “This is live video from the Internet showing you a public aquarium. Just something to demonstrate the showing of live video on the huge screen-”

I explain the big screen is used in Hollywood in the making of movies and series episodes. It replaces most on-location shooting.  In addition to news, we can use the video wall to create scenes in the production of commercials without actually going on-location.  We can produce better spots for our advertisers and do it cheaper.

Bradley steps in and says, “We call ourselves Live Action News and are adding live satellite coverage of local news stories with drones covering a story on-location as it actually unfolds in some cases.  We are covering the action live.” The video on the LED wall changes to show one of our drones flying around.  It gets closer to the ground where two newsroom reporters are standing behind a suitcase on the ground.  They are told to “go” and in six minutes they have setup a live satellite feed now showing on the LED video wall.  They aim a camera at the drone and watch it lift off the ground. Bradley explains that we can report live from Mexico and Canada and even other countries where the technology permits.

I conclude the demonstration and say, “Those are the highlights and tomorrow night we will do it for real.”

Applause from the crowd.

I can’t remember how many people stop to tell at least one person from news how impressed they are.  They are all sincere.  You can see it on their faces.

After everyone leaves the studio, Bradley comes over, hugs me, kisses me and says, “Let’s get the fuck out of here.  We’ve practically lived here for the past month and there’s nothing more we can do here tonight.  We’ll have time tomorrow to discuss with the control room and studio floor people our ideas of production values.  Now we need to relax and have a good meal with plenty of wine.”

“How about we find Molly and Sebastian and take them out to dinner?”

“Absolutely the right thing to do.”

After a fine steak dinner of Texas beef and French wine, we get an Uber to take us to the bar in my old neighborhood.  It’s a little classy and straight.

We grab a table and Basti and I go to the bar to get the drinks. Our old friend Charley is working tonight.  He was only 17 when I met him and later introduced him to my boyfriend, at the time, Bradley.  Charley must be at least 21 by how.  He is drop-dead gorgeous and back then wanted to do a threesome with Bradley and me. We declined.

Charley approaches Basti and me. “Where the fuck have you been, Matt.  I have missed you coming in here and seeing you on the news.  i hear you got a new gig at channel 13.”

“Yep, our first big newscast on 13 will be tomorrow night at six.  Oh, let me introduce you to our weekend anchorman.”

I notice that Charley’s eyes are locked on Basti’s face.  And as I turn to Basti to say his name to Charley, Basti is clearly in a trance looking at Charley.

“Have you two already met,” I ask.  But neither one says a word, still locked in deep eye contact. ‘Oh, my fucking god,’ I think to myself.  I wait for a minute, clear my throat and say, “Uh, Charley, we’d like a few drinks.”

Without breaking his gaze into Basti’s soul, he says, “That’s great to hear, Matt. I’m really glad.”

I laugh out loud.  What the fuck is going on with these two guys, I wonder.  I reach over and squeeze Charley’s arm. “Drinks?”

Charley looks at me. “Sorry Matt. I got taken away there for a minute. Now what would you guys like?”

As he walks away to make the drinks, he takes one last look at Basti and his face turns a bright red.

Basti’s eyes are following Charley and every move he makes.

After our hot bartender returns, he and Basti seem embarrassed and only steal quick glances at one another.

As Basti and I turn to leave, with a drink in each hand, Basti looks over his shoulder, steals one more look at Charley and stumbles nearly spilling the two drinks he’s carrying.  I shake my head.

Three of us carry on a conversation while Basti watches the bar carefully.  He cannot keep his eyes off the bartender.  I think an instant connection has been made between those two boys.  We’ll see if anything develops.

I phone Rosita, to ask how the boys are and to tell her we’ll be home soon.  She volunteered to stay late to babysit when she first came to work for us.  She uses the third bedroom when she stays overnight, as she will tonight. We pay her well but I feel sometimes like we are usurping her life.  She’s only thirty-years-old.  But she says taking care of the two boys gives her all the life’s satisfaction she needs. Tomorrow she probably will have breakfast ready for us, something I told her early-on that she is not responsible for.  What a jewel.

We drop off Molly and Basti and return home.

The house is quiet, everyone has already gone to bed.  We quietly go to our bedroom to change clothes and go to bed.  The master bedroom is across the hall and in a far corner from the other two bedrooms. So we don’t have to fuck in secret.

Bradley:

“I wonder if the work pace will settle down a bit after the first newscast tomorrow night. I don’t want to put in those long days forever, regardless of what they’re paying me.  I miss our time together and we are now having sex only twice-a-day, morning and night.  It doesn’t have to be more time for sex, but definitely more time for us.  And we need to spend more time with the boys.  I love those kids so much and want to be with them more to teach them, show them new stuff.  Be a real father to them.  You know what I mean?”

Matt looks at me.  When did he not understand me? Never.  As a matter of fact, he understood me before I understood myself.  He walks over, presses his half-naked body against mine, puts his arms around my neck and kisses me for a long while.  He always tastes so good.

He whispers in my ear, “You just need to pump your hips more and I am the solution for that.  So, throw me down on the bed and pump your big Man dick in and out of me.  Fuck me, husband of mine.  Just fuck me until you can’t do it anymore.”

“You know you don’t have to ask twice,” I whisper back to him.”

Bradley grabs me, throws me over his shoulder, walks over to the bed, leans over and gently places me down on my back.

“Matt, you are really a beautiful man. So easy on the eyes.  You are so hot in bed and you can arouse me in ways no one else has ever done.  I think every day how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

He looks me in the eye and says, “OK big guy, show me how lucky you feel.”

He raises his legs and I grab his ankles to place his feet on my shoulders.  I shove a pillow under his ass to lift him up so I can go in deep. 

I lube his cunt and my ramrod in preparation for a long, hard, deep fuck.  We both need it like that right now.  We have so much tension built up from the pressure at work and the long hours, some weeks without a day off.

I reach down between Matt’s legs, pull his hole open, shove my cock inside and just before I reach balls deep, i remove my fingers letting his hole slam shut around my thick cock.  He loves that and I don’t give that to him often enough.  He wiggles and squeals like a girl.

I start slowly, slam in deep and with force, pulling back at a snail’s pace and slam back in deep, picking up speed after a few minutes.  I pull Matt’s head up closer and lean in with a wet, tongue kiss, letting my saliva run into his mouth. He sucks in down.

I grab his hips and flip over onto my back, holding Matt on top of me.  He rides me, slamming himself down onto my marble-hard dick.  I hump up to meet his strokes as our bodies slam against each other.

I feel my orgasm starting to build.  Matt often is so into bottoming his dick doesn’t get hard but tonight he is really hard.  I grab him and stroke, I will make sure he comes when I do.  We don’t do that so often anymore and we should.  So, tonight I will give as well as take what I need.  He moans while i jack him.  A few minutes go by and Matt starts to whimper and I know from that, that he is close.

“Bradley, Bradley,” he calls out. “I love you so much, Bradley.  You make me feel loved, needed and protected.  I wanna come with you, baby.  Please make me come when you do.  I need that, please.”

His begging turns me on so much.

My hand can feel his coming orgasm.  I pump harder and faster.  Stroke Matt’s hardness until we both jump off the mountain together.  Matt is whimpering and crying out, “Yes, yes, yes.  Bradley, my Bradley.”

I am nearly screaming but keep it under control because we are no longer alone in the house.  All of that seems to make me happy; that I have to exercise control for others I care so much about and that I have just filled my husband with my sperm.

Before I pull out, I reach over and take a buttplug out of the bedside table.

“Matt, hold still while I exchange my dick for a buttplug to keep my sperm inside you until you body absorbs it all.  Keep this plug in until morning when I will take it out so I can fuck you before we go to work.”

“Yes, Sir,” he barks.

I give him a light slap on the face and in faked seriousness tell him, “Don’t make a joke of this important marriage ceremony.”

He laughs.

“Now get down here and clean my dick so we can go to sleep.”

I always stay hard after sex, so my baby gets extra pleasure while he cleans cum and ass juice off my hard dick.  I always go to sleep with a hard dick after night-time sex.

The next morning, we are awake before the alarm rings. I wake with Matt’s hand wrapped around my cock.  He strokes slowly and, man it feels good. I am so fucking spoiled.  Matt wakes me every morning with some form of sex and all of it is truly fantastic. I ask him, “Babe, how about sucking me off this morning.  I want to come in your mouth, down your throat.  I want to lie here and let you do all the work.”

“Dude, you know how much I love sucking your dick.”

He starts licking up and down, sucking on my balls.  His mouth engulfs my hardness; soft, warm, wet, slick with his spit.  Up and down, teeth grazing my cock as he pulls up.  Teeth biting my long foreskin.  I feel it push at the back of his mouth and he nudges the long, thick fuck tube into his throat.  He rocks back and forth so deep my balls bang against his chin.  Squeezing with his throat muscles, trying to milk my cum down his tight throat.  I can’t take much more of this heated pleasure.  Here it comes.  I grab his head with both hands and hump his face and just when the orgasm starts, i hold him down on my cock.  He squeezes and milks me.

“Fuck, Matt.  One of these days you’re gonna kill me with a heart attack, but what a way to go.”

Our workday normally starts at 9:00 and we will start today with a little normalcy after early starts for the past month.  Everything is already set up for tonight’s premiere newscast, as much as is possible. I refuse to give up morning sex so KDLS will always have to wait until I bust a nut.

Matt:

As we go from the bedroom to the bathroom to shower, I can tell that Rosita is already up; I can smell breakfast in the air.  I can hardly wait to stuff my face.

Standing in the shower under the flow of warm water, Bradley pulls me against him, my front pressing hard against his front. He kisses me deeply. I slide down his body, his stiffness brushing against my face.  I sniff and lick, then swallow him hole, balls deep.  I make love to this big, thick dick that I love so much.  I have never enjoyed a Man as much as I enjoy this particular Man.

Bradley reaches down, hands under my armpits, pulls me up and turns me around.

“Grab your ankles.”

I bend over reaching for my ankles. 

Bradley gently pulls on the buttplug I have worn since last night. He drops the plug on the floor, pushes his face in my crack and rims me.  Searching for any of his sperm from last night with his tongue, there’s only a hint of the taste of jizz. It has obviously been absorbed into my body where his cum belongs. 

Bradley grabs my hips tightly to prevent me from falling over. He pushes into my crack, dick sliding around looking for the place it wants to go into. After a few seconds it finds the soft spot and pushes steadily until his hard dick stretches my hole and enters.  I get goose bumps as he slides all the way in.  He holds tight and goes quickly, hard and deep.  This will be quick because we have to go to work.

We quickly dress and hurry to the kitchen to see the boys and Rosita and to enjoy her delicious breakfast. We give the boys big hugs and tell them how we missed them last night, but soon we can watch TV or some movies together.  We can work together on a big puzzle I bought a few days, too. They show their excitement with smiles and words.

The breakfast is a huge omelet with eggs, potatoes, peppers, onions and cheese. Additionally, there’s toast and strong coffee.  Life is so fucking good.

Just before eating, my phone vibrates. It’s a message from Mr. Tom.  Says he sent a car to pick us up but forgot to tell us until now. He writes that the driver is outside waiting. So, we finish quickly, grab our work things and kiss the boys goodbye.

The driver is standing by the shiny, black limo.  He says good morning and opens the door for us to get in. This degree of pampering somehow makes me uncomfortable. We tell the driver we didn’t know until a few minutes ago that he was gonna drive us to work.  He says that is not a problem, because the boss has a lot on his mind.  The driver tells us that Mr. Tom is anxious about tonight’s news show, he has doubts that it will go as planned. Mr. Tom apparently is having second thoughts about the money he has spent without knowing for sure that all will work out as promised. Bradley and I feel confident we will achieve everything we promised. This is not our first rodeo.

As we cross the threshhold into the KDLS-TV lobby, the program director rushes up to us and says, “Matthew, we need to discuss details about tonight.”

I give him my ‘you fucking fool’ look and ask, “What is there to discuss?”

“Well, this is a new program and you have not consulted me.”

He just pissed me off to no end. “Well, I didn’t notice you coming to me to find out anything.  And, tonight’s big event is a news event, not a program event. You are responsible for programs.  I am responsible for news.  The program schedule calls for an hour of news between 6:00 and 7:00 PM.  I was hired to fill that hour. So, here I am.  I was told by those higher up the food chain than you that I have full control of the news division budget, full control of hiring and firing of newsroom personnel, told that no one will second guess me.  Now does that sound like you have any fucking thing to do with my news division.  If you ever stick your fingers even slightly into the news operation, you and I will have serious words.  I’ll go to my office now and call Mr. Tom and ask him to bring you up-to-date on what we’re doing.”

I walk away with Bradley keeping a safe distance behind me.

He follows me into my office. “You OK,” he asks.

“You know I’m not fucking OK,” I tell him and then apologize for my tone of voice.

I grab my phone and punch Mr. Tom on speed dial.

On the other end, “This is Tom.”

“Good morning, Mr. Tom.  Sir, as I stepped into the lobby this morning, I was ambushed by the program director who complained that I had not consulted him about tonight’s premier newscast.  If he has anything to say about the news division I am not aware of that and if so I would never have taken this job for any amount of money, Sir.”

“He was in the studio last night and what he saw scared him.  He is afraid about his job because you guys have created something he cannot comprehend.  I will send someone over to talk to him, with the personnel director there to witness everything and correct any misconceptions he has of your position and his. When you speak you are representing me and he should be aware of that.  You answer only to me if I have an objection.  No one else in this organization has any business screwing with the news division because you folks are light years ahead of them in the broadcasting business.  Matthew, once you get the news product fine-tuned and locked down, I will tell you now that I will often turn to you for advice.  You know the business and will become more and more valuable to me.  Sorry for that asshole program director getting your day started with a pile of bullshit.  I’m not happy with his performance anyway, just between you and me.  I’ll take care of him like I said. Now you get everything ready for tonight.  By the way, I didn’t come to the thing last night because I didn’t want to interfere.  People mostly get uncomfortable when I’m around so I stayed away so everyone could enjoy themselves.  I will see the real thing tonight and I know, even though you have told me repeatedly what will happen, I know I will get my socks knocked off with surprise and pleasure.  So, let me wish you and Bradley, and Molly and Sebastian good luck with that hour tonight.  I’ll catch you guys later.”

Bradley is likely well underway with his day.  He waved bye, bye when I was on the phone.

 I check e-mail and do other administrative things, like making an appointment with the personnel director about hiring a few interns to do some of the newsroom grunt work.  They will go out on field reports with the newsroom reporters to help and to learn how to work as a team, things like that. 

I decide to check-in at the newsroom to see how things are going for tonight’s 6:00 PM premiere prime-time news show.  I then go to the TV production office to confer with the control room production crew working on tonight’s show.  We compare notes like using wipes when changing video on the LED video wall.  Wiping the change is something used in the Star Wars movies.  It’s an old-fashioned transition but safe and effective.  We discuss other points and come to an agreement on each one.  Those people are so excited about tonight’s first new news show.

When I get back to my office the personnel director is waiting for me.

“Sorry that I have kept you waiting,” I apologize.

“Not a problem.  You didn’t know I was coming to see you. First, let me say I was at the demo show last night and you cannot imagine how impressed I am. I have tried to imagine how it will look to the viewers and I can only imagine they will become addicted to channel 13 news real fast. And Matt, I want to apologize to you for that episode in the lobby this morning with the program director.  He is way out of line.  Mr. Tom sent his chief assistant over to visit the PD and set him straight.  I can guarantee you that he will not bother you again.  He got a very stern warning about his responsibility and its limitations.  He told us, he is not aware that the news director is now running this place. I told him that you pretty much are because Mr. Tom’s sole interest right now is fixing the news division and everything that goes on is focused on that.”

“I can understand how it can look like that, but I really am not trying to run the place.  It’s just that so much that goes on touches the news division. I’m getting full cooperation from everyone when I need something to get my job done.”

“Matt, I want to wish all of you a huge success tonight.  I know it will blow people away. Good luck, although luck is not really at play.  You guys are total professionals.  It will be a huge success.  By the way, I saw several of those big billboards that promote ‘Matt Walker, King of the News in Dallas-Fort Worth.’ So damned impressive.  Thank you for rescuing the station.”

After Connie leaves, I go to Bradley’s office to check-in and get some confidence-building to help prepare me for tonight.

“Hi babe,” he says when I walk into his office.

“You good for tonight with the drones and suitcases?”

“Yeah.  Matt, it’s all good.  You’ve done news at channel 12 five nights-a-week for four years.  You fucking got this, babe.  You got it.”  He hugs me.   

But at channel 12 we didn’t have drones covering the news or live satellite feeds.

“Just think how horny you’ll be at 7:00 when you have the first show behind you.”

“I’m thinking about how horny you’ll be, particularly if you get to use the drones and the suitcase satellites.  I can’t imagine.”

“Matt, I’m really hoping we won’t have to use those things on the first show.  I want it safe and simple, but if we do have an event that we have to cover on live action news, we’ll pull it off perfectly.”

“The big difference for me is that I knew everyone at channel 12 an I have not really worked with this production crew and the studio floor crew.  I don’t know how serious they will take their jobs tonight.”

“Matt, I think most of them feel their jobs are on-the-line since you arrived with professional demands.  I think they know that if they fuck up tonight, they might be looking for a job tomorrow.  I would hate to experience the wrath of Mr. Tom.”

“Bradley, you are probably right.  I know I’m OK for tonight but I just don’t know about those who support the show in the control room and on the floor.”

“I think deep down they are all looking forward to a gangbuster show so they can finally feel like broadcast professionals. I think all of us together will be shouting to the world after we pull off this show tonight.  Everything will be ready and you’ll be great.”

“Most of tonight focuses on me because of my ratings at channel 12.  But I took this job and I will give it my best. Thanks to you I feel better now.”

I skipped lunch because of my case of nerves.  I think Bradley had a sandwich in his office.  The place is buzzing with excitement in preparation for the big event.  I forgot this morning to ask Bradley about that jingle we will use for the program close.  It was not finished last night and the production company creating the jingle said they would work as long as it takes and will deliver it today.

I phone Bradley. “Bradley, what’s going on with that musical close??”

“I just called Jambo Productions and they say it will be here in a few minutes. I’ll call you when it’s delivered.”

I check out the on-line news file. All the incoming wire copy is dumped into a buffer on a local computer and an AI system sorts it and updates old stories and puts the new stories in the ‘new’ folder.  It’s all automated thanks to Bradley’s supervision working with the IT people. We had nothing like this at channel 12. I’m truly impressed.  Saves so much time and stress for the newsroom crew.

My phone rings.  It’s Bradley. “Babe meet me in the news studio.  We will look at this on the LED wall.”

I was underway at a near-run to get to the studio.  We are cutting this so fucking close.  Worse than a New York network news operation.

The woman operating the control room gear set it up and asks, “Ready?”

Bradley and I nod ‘Yes’ in unison and run out into the studio and look at the 20-feet-high LED video all.  Sound fills the room at the moment the video starts.  Closing credits roll over the video. An upbeat chorus sings about things to see and do in DFW, reminding us of the great place we live in.  The video over the music is so cool, people hustling about, great shots of the cities and its landmarks.  Really great. I love the last few seconds as the chorus sings: “We wish you a good evening, from yours truly, KDLS, channel 13, Dallas-Fort Worth.”  The idea is to end the news program on a positive and friendly note so viewers will come back tomorrow night to get that ‘feel good’ boost again.

“Bradley the video is as good as the expensive singers and orchestra.”

“Some of it is stock footage but the rest of it I shot myself.”

“You did really well with this.  Thank you, thank you.”

“You can thank me tonight, Babe. But I wonder if instead of rolling the closing credits over the video, we should not roll but animate the text in blocks. Rolling credits is so common.  We’re trying to be different.

“Good thinking.  Check with the production crew and ask them to change that right away so we can check it out to see if it will work.”

“OK I will do that right now.  By the way, have you checked in with Rosita?”

“Not yet.  Why don’t you phone home. I don’t want Rosita and the boys to think that I am running the home show by myself.  You need to participate. Oh, and did you notice the boys call her Rosy, not Rosita.  I think it’s cute but I hope she doesn’t mind it.”  

It seems that at about 3:00, time suddenly starts going faster.  D-Day is fast approaching.

Molly assures me that everything is on schedule. At 5:30, on my way to the studio to read and rehearse, I stop in the control room and wish the crew good luck and then go on into the adjoining studio.

I sit and read the show’s script from a tablet.  It reads as well as I expect.  Molly has the newsroom crew up-to-speed on our writing style and she’s an excellent supervisor.  I go back to places in the script where I have to be careful with words, mostly foreign names.

We’re about to have a ‘come to Jesus’ moment and the floor director, standing between two cameras, yells, “Five minutes, Mr. Walker-Bradley.”

“Matt.  Call me Matt, please.”

“Yes Sir,” he yells back.  I smile.  I am tempted to yell, ‘it’s yes’ but I let it go.  Focus, fucker, focus, I say to myself.  The minutes are ticking down.

Video pops up on the big LED wall and then the screen goes black.  I’m as nervous as I was when I did my very first ever TV newscast. It was in Seoul, South Korea at AFKN (American Forces Korea Network.) At 5:00 PM the time chime beeps and a voice from the heavens rains down on us.  “It’s 5:00 PM and time for Live Action News.”

The LED video wall is live from Israel.  I walk onto the set, stopping in front of the screen.

“Our top story tonight is the deadly Hammas attack on Israel. We have live video from Israel where the war between Hammas and Israel continues, and there appears to be no quick end to the confict there. Stay tuned.”

The show opening starts with a voice introducing the program as, ‘Channel 13 Live Action News at Six with Matt Walker’

While I am talking about the Israeli-Hammas story Molly speaks into my earpiece. “You’re gonna talk to AP correspondent Peter Klein in Tel Aviv.”  While reading from the teleprompter, I simultaneously, mentally put together my questions for Klein.

As I read the scripted text about the war from the teleprompter new text appears. I segueway to:

“Associated Press news correspondent Peter Klein is in Tel Aviv. Peter, you’re in the middle of this war zone.  Just how bad is the destruction in Israel caused by the Hammas bombing?”

He answers on cue and we keep the discussion going, me asking him questions and he explaining.

Molly:

I stand close to the wall-mounted, big screen TV watching Matt interact with Peter Klein in Tel Aviv, so smooth, so confident.  Suddenly a newsroom reporter on the other side of the newsroom yells, “Calling fire!”

This tells me that he has picked up on audio traffic from the public service band radio transmissions which we monitor.  He has heard the fire department dispatcher sending firefighters out to an explosion. Then he has followed procedure calling the fire department to confirm what he heard and to get the address of the reported explosion.

I rush over to him and he tells me the address. I write it down on a slip of paper.  He enters the address into the nearest desktop computer.

I yell out, “I need two volunteers, we have an explosion on the southside.”

Two guys, Jason and Sean jump up, each raising a hand in the air.  Sean says, “we’ll take it.”  A few other reporters stand and volunteer.  Sean yells over his shoulder, “Everybody, sit the fuck down, we got this.  Get out of the way.”

Sean and Jason are already grabbing a satellite suitcase, when Jason looks at me and asks, “Backup?  We can’t afford equipment failure to kill this feed.”

“Get to it,” I say with a voice full of excitement. “This is the real deal, folks.”

We’ve rehearsed this scene a hundred times and these two guys are taking it seriously.  But they are both inexperienced and one of them will be standing in front of a camera at the scene, pulling sentences out of his ass to describe the scene and tell us what they have found out. There’s no prepared script available when covering developing live events.  I have a bit of fear sweeping through my brain, but this is what we intended and now real life has caught up with us.  I tell myself they will be OK.  The boys will be OK.

Matt:

Open space appears on the prompter and I start reading as the on-screen typing continues.  I thank Peter Klein in Tel Aviv and continue the news from the teleprompter.

“We have a report that an explosion in a residential community has occurred on the southside of Dallas. We’ll have a live satellite report as soon as our reporters arrive on the scene of the explosion.”

I continue reading other news from the teleprompter when finally, a voice in my earpiece says, “Sean Oliver and Jason Dubard are there. Sean is reporting first.”

The live satellite local feed wipes onto the LED video wall.

“Sean Oliver, and Jason Dubard are now at the scene of the reported explosion. Sean what can you tell us about this situation?”

Another camera shows a wide shot of the house that exploded.  The roof is sitting on the house’s foundations.  Sean starts talking to the fire chief who says it is thought to be a gas explosion but they don’t know for sure yet. One of our drones is flying over the house and then comes down to get very close to what is left of the house. The fire chief asks if our drone can give them a look at behind the house before they send fire fighters back there.  As we speak, the drone flies over the flattened house and shows no unsafe conditions in the back.

Sean hands it back to me and I read more from the teleprompter.  A few minutes later, the teleprompter tells me to return to the live scene.

From there, another of our reporters appears on camera. “This is Jason Dubard on the scene of this tragic explosion on the Dallas southside.  We are told an elderly married couple is inside and presumed dead.  He continues and finally says that’s all they have from the scene and if there are new developments, you’ll get them on channel 13 live action news.  Both reporters sign off together on camera. I continue reading from the teleprompter. The sports guy who works in the programming division reports sports news for eight minutes, as boring as he has been for the last 20 years. There are other packaged elements in the news such as celebrity gossip from an entertainment source, and a few other pieces to add variety.  I continue with the day’s news to the end.

I sign off, “I’m Matt Walker, channel 13 live action news.  Good night.  I walk off-camera and the LED video wall plays the close.  An orchestra starts up-tempo music over video while a peppy, happy chorus sings about all the things in Dallas-Fort Worth that make it such a great place. The video shows people bustling about amid scenes of the places the chorus is singing about.  The nicest part for me is the last 10 seconds when the chorus sings, “We wish you a good evening, from yours truly, KDLS, channel 13, Dallas-Fort Worth. Good night.” 

I walk out of the studio and stop in the control room.  “Thanks everybody, terrific job. Together we nailed it.  We’ll do it again tomorrow. Thanks again.”  They applaud me and themselves.

I slowly walk my sweaty body to the newsroom.  Bradley is standing, resting his butt on the edge of a desk, legs crossed at the ankles, arms crossed, smiling. 

Molly rushes over to me and whispers in my ear, “Fuck you are good, so fucking smooth.  You handled all the confusion so well.  Sorry I couldn’t give you a heads up on the guy in Tel Aviv but it all came together at the last minute and so fast.  I made a couple of phone calls and it miraculously fell into place so damned quickly. So easy, I was scared it would come undone on live TV but it worked fantastically.”

Bradley takes me in his arms and holds me tight, chin resting on my shoulder.  He whispers in my ear, “Babe, I’m so fucking proud of you.  You got hit with two big surprises not in the script and you handled both of them so smoothly.  But I really didn’t expect anything less from you. By the way, you gave me a hardon. I wonder if Mr. Tom was watching.”

“I’m sure he was.  But the production crew in the control room is fucking fantastic too.  We all did our parts and we kicked some major ass tonight.  I’ll bet heads are rolling at other stations tonight.”

My phone rings. “Walker-Bradley.”

“Matt, I had very high expectations for tonight but you guys went beyond what I could even imagine.  I knew you guys would be good but ya’ll maxed out.  By the end of the show, I had a full-fledged erection.  I’m not lying.  I got so excited and I’m late calling you because I was getting so many calls of congratulations. TV news in town will never be the same again and that’s a positive.  And those two young reporters out at the house explosion, I had no idea we had that much talent.  They are not new hires, are they?”

“No, Sir, they just needed motivation, to know someone cares.”

“Matthew, you will go down in local history for what you have done and I don’t have adequate words to express my thanks. You earned more respect tonight from everyone for showing us how the news is done professionally. I’ll just say thank you and let you get back to celebrating.”

“We DO have to do a little celebrating.  Molly can you find Sean and Jason and ask them if they can go out to dinner with us, and on us.  Can you come too? It won’t be the same without you.”

“I’ll always accept a free meal,” she said with laughter.

We go to a Texas BBQ place for dinner.  Sean and Jason seem a little uncomfortable, saying Sir and Ma’am to us. I tell them to relax and drop the formal salutations.  We are equal partners in this adventure and right now we are socializing and celebrating.  Have a glass of wine and relax.  They do and are soon babbling about the adventure out there ‘in the field.’

 I relay Mr. Tom’s reaction to their coverage at the explosion site.  They blush and look at each other with huge smiles on their faces.  I am so happy for them to finally be able to show what they can do and get complemented for it. They really did well.  I didn’t hear a single stumble or ‘Uhhhh’ when either of them were on-camera.

We walk out with a plan to share an Uber to get home but realize all of us can’t fit into a car that size.  I remember that Mr. Tom told me if I ever needed a car to call a driver at a certain number.  If ever we deserve a ride, it will be right now.  Fuck it.

“Hold on guys. I’ll make a call.”

The limo pulls up about fifteen minutes later. Our two young reporters look at each other with expressions of surprise.  Bradley just smiles and shakes his head.  We drop the guys off first, then Molly. Driving on, the driver takes Bradley and me home.  We thank the driver for coming out so late and he says he is on-call tonight and is happy to help.  He comments that he saw the news tonight and feels honored to give his thanks by driving us. He says, “Now THAT news show is something to be proud of.”

Rosita is in the living room when we get home.  We thank her and go to the boys’ room and find them sound asleep.  Rosita says she watched the news and is so impressed.

In our bedroom, getting undressed, I ask Bradley how the drones happened.  He says he had gone to the newsroom and asked if anyone wanted to take the drones and fly them.  No one wanted to risk crashing a drone on live TV during the first broadcast.  I told them I understand and left to do the job myself.  I have a lot more experience flying drones so I decided this was a chance to make the news program really shine without the risk of a crash.  Oh, and Molly told me that when she shouted out that she needed two volunteers, Sean and Jason jumped up and volunteered. A couple of other guys also wanted the gig but Sean told them to sit the fuck down, we got this.  That settled it.  I was concerned about how two inexperienced guys would make the show look. I was close enough to hear them and I was impressed.  That they switched off to make the coverage look even better with two reporters on-the-scene shows that they were thinking about what they were doing.  I ran camera at the end so they both could sign-off on camera together.”

“Teamwork, that’s how it’s supposed to work and we had excellent teamwork from the control room production crew, the newsroom and Molly at the last minute setting up that video and the Reuters reporter in Tel Aviv.  It was all so big and perfect.  The downside to that is we have set the standard and it will take a lot of sweat and tears to maintain it.”

“True but right now I want us to get into bed and take care of my hardon.  I want to make love to you.  I love you so much, Matthew and you so impressed me tonight I don’t know if I will be able to get enough of you tonight. But it is so hot in my perverted mind to be fucking that hot guy on TV who went through a difficult hour without a hitch and to know that he is all mine, forever. All of that confidence and self-assuredness.  Just fucking perfect.”

I stand close to Bradley, kiss his nipples, lick his pecks, raise his arm and bury my face in his armpit, taking in the smell of sweat. His scent drives me crazy. I put my arms around his neck and kiss him.  His hardon slides between my thighs and he fucks me between my muscular upper legs. I feel his precum on my skin as he slides back and forth.

I walk him slowly backward to the bed and when the back of his legs are pressed against the bed, I shove him hard.  He falls back on the bed.  I climb on and spread his legs wide. I get between his thighs and bury my face in his balls, licking, sucking, pulling hard with my lips locked on his nuts.

I lift his legs, pushing them back toward his chest.  He ass crack is right in front of my face. I pull him open and bury my face in there.  I suck his hole into my mouth, rubbing it hard with my tongue.  I keep working until I get my tongue inside. I pull him open with my index fingers and eat him out.  His cock is throbbing like he is getting ready to come.

He is not going to come this soon.  I leave his ass and lie on top of him, kissing him. biting his neck, leaving a visible hickey for everyone at work to see tomorrow.  I slide down his body and take eight, thick inches down my throat.  As I lift my head, I tighten my teeth on the base of his cock and graze it tightly as I go up, chewing on his long foreskin, and swirl my tongue around his stiffness as I go down.  I get him so close to the edge, I have to stop before he comes.

“Matthew let me come, please. I need it so bad, please make me come, please.”

You will not come until I want you to.  Do you understand?”

He whimpers, “Yes, I understand.”

I squat over his cock, reach back, spread my cunt cheeks and push down, forcing his precum-lubed cock balls deep inside me with one movement.

“god, I’m gonna come Matthew.  I’m gonna come.”

“No, you will not come until I allow you to.  Fucking relax.”  I remain still.  Then I start riding him, painfully slow at first, gradually picking up speed until he starts whimpering and pounding the bed with his fists.  Then just before he comes, I pulled off and sucked him off, moving up and down on him like a fast-moving piston.  An aggressive suck-off that has him making a lot of noise but I don’t care.  I’m sure everyone else is sleeping.

I continue the aggressive blowjob giving him his desired post-orgasm torture.  I am pushing him hard and he is approaching his limit for this aggression.  He wants to beg me to stop but he presses his lips together and whimpers. Then he yells, “oh god, oh god, I’m gonna come again.  Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

The he explodes in my mouth, again and again.  The cum keeps spewing from his thick cock and I swallow as fast as I can.  His cum tastes so good and I can never get enough.  When he is finished, I nurse on his cock, giving it gentle after-care.  He moans with the sounds of intense enjoyment and satisfaction.  When I have given him a good oral-based cock-cleaning, I slide up on top of him.  He slowly puts his arms around me and holds me tightly against him.  A few minutes later I roll over onto my back.

All is quiet until Bradley says in a low, husky voice, “I know you don’t need to come but I need you to do it for me.”

He gets on his hands and knees and licks my half-hard cock.  He did this once a long time ago. He licks and sucks my balls and then totally surprises me when he wraps his lips around my cockhead.  He swirls his tongue around the head.

“Bradley, you don’t have to do any of that.  You know it’s not necessary for me.”

“Matthew, I am doing this for both of us.  I need, no I want to do this more right now than anything else in the world.  I need to give you this pleasure.  Please let me.”

“Bradley, I am always yours to do what you want with. I’m here to please you. If my cock pleases you, then it pleases me. “

It turns into a real blowjob and I’m not going to last long.  I haven’t had a blowjob for several years and after about five minutes I tell him I’m getting close. He keeps going. I gets really close and I try to warn him but he just gets faster going up and down.  When the first shot hits him in the mouth he freezes.  He then moans with approval and pumps me dry with his mouth.

He kisses me and then rolls onto his back. “I’ve been needing to do that for a couple of weeks but was afraid I would be bad at it, but tonight I knew I had to do it for you.  It was hotter and better than I expected.  That is not a one-time thing, I think.  I will want to do that more often.  Is that, OK?”

“Well, Bradley, it is new for me in our relationship but I find it very hot and I had forgotten how good a warm mouth feels on my dick.”

“That is my first time to suck another man’s dick and swallow his cum.  I’ll confess that I really liked it.  Now, I’m officially a cocksucker.” He laughs.

“Welcome to my world.”

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m no longer one-hundred per cent Top?”

“No, not at all.  A lot of Tops like to suck cock but don’t get fucked.  This is our relationship and we can do with it what we want.  We don’t have to play by anyone’s rules.”

“I love you, Matthew Walker-Bradley.”

“I love you too, Greg Bradley.”

“I hate that first name.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“Yeah?”

“OK, then.”

“Good night.”

“Good night,” with a kiss.

To be continued.....