Oil Man

OIL MAN – Ch. 19

“Unseen Tears”

Meet the cast of characters:

Matt  Bradley   Sebastian

Molly   Marty & Bobby   Mr. Tom

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Matt:

As Bradley and I are having a quick toast and coffee breakfast, lawyer friend Sam Ingram phones to say the adoption papers for us to make Marty and Bobby permanent family members are ready and he will have them delivered by courier to the TV station.  Sam reminds me to be patient because the average time from fostering to adoption can take six to 18 months and sometimes longer.  He says everyone is trying to get things rushed through but it will not happen as quickly as anyone likes.

I brief Bradley who says we should call up favors from our friends who might have some influence.  I suggest we have a Saturday cookout and invite Zelda, our friend from Child Protection Service, friends who know us and will vouch for us and Mr. Tom who wields a lot of influence everywhere in DFW.  People who really know him well say that if he vouches for a person, you know that person is all right.  Mr. Tom is one-of-a-kind in this day and time.

The limo driver is waiting for us as usual. I wonder how Mr. Tom gets to work.  The driver says he drives the boss but by this time, Mr. Tom is already half-a-day’s work ahead of us.  We all laugh at that.

The first thing I do after arriving at work is check the overnight ratings.  I can announce the results officially since we now have a subscription to the overnight ratings service.  The charts show that last night’s 6:00 PM news show has moved from third place to second. We no longer have a major ratings battle in front of us.  We go from last place in the prime-time news ratings to number three, last night number two and now only one more jump to win the local news ratings war.  Fantastic.

I’ll call Mr. Tom and while giving him the good news, and I’ll invite him to our weekend cookout. He can meet our friends, guys from our newsroom, a few colleagues at my former job at channel 12 and he can see how the kids react to Bradley and me. I’ll ask him if he has influence he can use to help us. For what Bradley and I are doing for his TV station, the boss will be glad to help where he can.

I send Bradley a message about the ratings and ask if he has talked with bad boy Barlow.  Bradley is in my office within five minutes.

Bradley:

“I think Barlow is a good kid but has emotional problems. He says he started that rumor about me having sex with him to get attention, to make him seem special because I had chosen him. 

“Says he comes from a single mom home without a real male role model and he sees in me, what he likes a dad to be. He’s crying real tears as he apologizes over and over. I tell him that his letter revealing the truth and apologizing for his lie is a first step in repairing the damage that he has done. 

“I tell him that I will not fire him but will give him six months of probation during which he has to demonstrate his determination to be a better person and to show his value as a member of this organization. 

“I did something I hope is OK with you: I invited him to our weekend cookout so he can get to know everyone better and show them his true self.”

“Bradley, that’s a great idea.  Thanks.  The boy is just confused about his self-worth and his life in this, sometimes, difficult world. He likely wonders about his father and why he left the family behind. We humans can be difficult to figure out, even for ourselves.  You might take him along with a couple of other people from the newsroom when you go out flying the drones. You can take Marty and Bobby. too.”

“Yeah, that will be fun and helpful for Don, too.”

“Now, I have to talk with Basti, we are airing the homeless special at 7:00 tonight right after the news.”

Bradley stands, hugs me tightly and says, “OK, babe, I have to get back to the crew. We are designing a piece of hardware to enhance a two-camera live satellite feed. It can be best described as a mini-video switcher; simple but effective.”

Matt:

Sebastian comes into my office with a huge grin on his face.

His smile is infectious and I grin as I say, “Stoked about getting your first production on-the-air, I see.”

“Matt, you have no idea how excited I am.  I didn’t get much sleep last night from thinking about this documentary.”

“I just want to make sure,” I tell him with a bit of seriousness, “that as we discussed, you are not using the video you shot of Marty and Bobby. I think it is not good for them to be seen in this show because it will probably affect friendships they have with other kids and mark them as homeless.”

“Correct.  We will talk about them a little, without names or faces, but nothing that will identify them.”

“You still gonna do it live?”

“Yes, I find that when I record something it always seems too artificial, stiff, unnatural.  For some reason when I am live, I am relaxed and appear natural.”

“You’re discussing with the production people what you want and they understand the closing segment as well as timing to make it come out on the money with no black screen to fill time until commercials? This has to be a great presentation and I know you will do your part but other people are involved.”

“I have rehearsed the script so much that I know it by heart like a movie script.”

I give a little reassurance for what it’s worth, “I’ll stay here after the news to help if anything goes wrong. Bradley says that he will be, only if you want, in the studio with a roaming hand-held camera to add a little realism.  Has he spoken with you about that?”

“Not yet, but I think it’s a great idea to move around a little instead of having only locked-down studio cameras.  I’ll see now if he has time to talk. He’s so good with cameras, anything he will do will only make us look better.”

Sebastian rushes out of my office and I head down the hallway to talk to the KDLS program director Mark Harding, about moving the morning show to the news division.  First, it’s an information show in reality, not entertainment and secondly, something no one knows yet, I want to replace both hosts with people who actually have personalities and good on-camera presence.  I expect that it will be an uphill battle.

I knock at the PD’s open door.  “Got a minute?” I ask cheerfully.

“Come in Matt.  What can I do for you?”

“Mark, I want to talk about moving the morning show from the Programming Division to News.  It’s really a news program, all info, touching on current news stories, rather than an entertainment program.”

“When do you want to make the change, Matt?” he asks.

“Mark, I’m thinking that this will be a pissing contest and yet you agree so easily.”

Mark looks me squarely in the face and says, “Fighting you on this would be like masturbating but not being able to come. Mr. Tom told me already of your idea to move the show and says that he agrees we could do better with the show being in the shadow of news.  So, again, when do you want to take it over?”

“One week from Monday.  It doesn’t change anything about the show right away, but my plans have already been made in my head. So, you’ll do a memo for wide distribution?”

Mark smiles, “I’ll take care of it.  To be honest with you, I’ll be glad to get those morning show hosts out of my hair.  We’ll see if your empire building is worth the cost of dealing with those two.  More power to you.”

“Mark, anything can be fixed but the real question asks, ‘what is their combined worth to the station’s new objective of joining the world of the living?’ 

“And, for what’s it’s worth, when the four of us arrived here from channel 12, The 6:00 PM news program was last in ratings. The show is climbing. Number three a couple of days ago.  Last night, number two. 

“We are now subscribed to the DFW broadcast market’s overnight ratings service so info about yesterday’s ratings is officially available for external publication and bragging about.  We can use it in publicity and promotions. 

“We call the service ‘overnight ratings’ because we are concerned right now with the news ratings, but the rating charts cover DFW for all of each day.  You can look and see what numbers the morning show has in relation to other stations in town. I’ll send you the ratings sheets via e-mail. We will be tracking ratings on all locally produced shows on this station.  Thanks again, Mark.”

I return to my office and close the door. I hit speed dial on my phone.

On the other end, “This is Tom.”

 “Good morning, Sir. “

“Matthew, good morning.  What’s up?”

“The prime-time news ratings are up. As of last night, we’re number two.”

“Matthew, I’m happier than you can imagine, but not surprised.  I knew you guys could do it but I didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.”

“Just a reminder, Sir, that we are airing the homeless documentary tonight at 7:00 after the news.”

“I’ll be watching.”

“Homeless reminds me of our two foster kids at home. The adoption papers are being sent to me this morning but the process of adopting can take as long as 18 months. During the foster care period, biological parents have some sort of right to reclaim their children and take them out of foster care. So, we’re anxious to get the adoption finalized as soon as possible to prevent the parents who officially deserted the boys, from taking them away from us and continue abusing and torturing them. Mr. Tom, if you have any influence that you are willing to use on our behalf, to speed up the process we will be eternally grateful.”

“Yeah, yeah. You mean with all of the documented abuse by the boys’ biological parents and the fact that they left the kids in a fast-food place with a backpack containing their birth records and then took off without their own kids, all of that shit and they still have any rights?”

“Yes, Sir, so says Zelda my friend at Foster Care Services.  She says she will do her best to quickly get the adoption process before a friendly judge, but she needs more help from other people to make it happen.”

“Matthew, thank you for asking me to help.  I owe you, Bradley, Molly and Sebastian more than you can imagine.  Let me make some calls and squeeze some nut sacks, if I have to. I’ll let you know.  I would think they can rubber stamp a lot of the process because you and Bradley are fairly well-known in the community and you are better citizens that most of the population.  I’ll get right on it and get back to you.”

 

“Mr. Tom, thank you so much.  Thank you.”

 

There’s a light near the end of the tunnel now and it’s not a fucking train. I think the long hours plus personal things like our foster kids, are beginning to cause burn-out and I cannot pull back on getting this place in better shape, I just can’t.  I just need a break in the routine.

I phone Molly and apologize for not being more involved in the newsroom’s day-to-day operation like I was at channel 12, but these other issues take so much time, too.

“Matt, you’re the news director and also have so much else going on that normally would not be your responsibility.  There’s no need to feel sorry.  We just need you to DO the news at six to get us to the very top.  That’s why we are here.  We’re here to help with anything you need.  You know you can ask for help.  The newsroom crew is solidly behind you now.  They have so much respect for what you’re doing for this broken-down TV station. Don’t let it get you down.  You have a dream husband in so many ways, two beautiful kids who need ya’ll.  We’re all earning a shitload of money.  Life is good.  Let it be good to you, too.”

“Thanks, Molly.  You always have words of encouragement.  I need to talk to you about a project.  But not at this moment.  Maybe after lunch, if you have time.”

“Just give me a call when you’re ready.”

The moment I end the call with Molly, my phone rings again.  Bradley.

“Hello my walking wet dream husband.”

“Careful, you’re giving me a hard-on,” Bradley says through a loud chuckle.

“I hope no one is eavesdropping on you right now.  Another rumor will get started.”

“Say, are you working through lunch or do you have time to get the fuck out of the office for lunch?”

“What do you have in mind, Bradley?”

“It’s a planned surprise.  You’ll find out if you go out with me for lunch.”

“Is this a date?”

“Yeah, I think it is. It IS a date.  That describes it perfectly.  I’ll be at your office before 12:00.”  He hangs up before I can pry more from him about his plan.  Probably taking me to Nick’s Greek restaurant or another fancy eatery.

I continue writing a description for the short once-a-week feature for the prime-time news show that I will ask Mr. Tom to do.  I know he will resist but he is a fun person to listen to when he talks about his life.

Another project is the ’Parents and Kids’ Saturday morning show.  The idea is to air something for parents and kids to watch together.  It will be educational in nature and a break from young people’s growing addiction to movies about blowing shit up. I note that we have material for the first few shows using the video Bradley shot at Grand Cayman during our honeymoon.

Another thing I’d like to tell the kids about is the fact that San Antonio, the most beautiful city in Texas, has hosted an official world’s fair. The year was 1968 and the theme was “Hemisfair ’68.  That’s something to be proud of even if happened before some Texans were born.

A number of work-related interruptions extended my projects work to just about time for Bradley to pick me up to go to lunch.  This is our first out-of-office lunch since we started working here. About time.

Bradley knocks and says, “Come on let’s go so we’ll have more time.”

He seems unusually excited about our lunch date. But it never takes much to make him happy.

As we approach my car, Bradley holds out his hand, “Keys, please.”  I drop the keys in his hand.  I have no idea about where we are going.

We drive and chat about work. I tell him about speaking with Mr. Tom about the adoption.  He pulls up in front of the finest hotel in Dallas, kills the ignition, gets out and hands the keys to the parking service valet, walks around and opens my door; I’ve been watching this situation, trying to figure out what’s going on.  Perhaps dinner in the hotel dining room.  I’ve heard they have a fantastic kitchen.

Bradley places a hand on my lower back and ushers me inside the hotel.  We stop at the front desk. He smiles and says, “Bradley.”  The clerk smiles and hands him a key card. He guides me to the elevator and punches up floor number four, we ride and step out.  His right hand touches my lower back again and we walk down the silent hallway, stopping at room 421. He unlocks and ushes me inside, closes the door and pulls me quickly against him, planting a deep, wet kiss on me.  I kiss him back and after what seems a very long while, he says, “Welcome to the noon-time escape.”

I look around. Rose petals on the bed.  A bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. “Bradley, what is this all about.  Is this an apology for something to defuse me?”

“This my love, is a chance for us to get together before the day sucks all of our energy from us, a place where we don’t have to be quiet while we fuck, where we don’t have to worry about two curious boys walking into our bedroom at the wrong time for us.  I love you and miss you.  I’m not complaining, believe me, but we used to have sex three or four times a day and I had time and a place to jerk off a few times.  Now we have in reality a live-in house keeper, two young boys and these jobs. Time is not ours these days and I want to get you alone, make love to you, show you how much I love you and have a little lunch in the room before we head back to work.  Is that a bad thing to wish for?”

“Bradley, this a wonderful and thoughtful thing you are doing and it comes at just the right time.  I was just thinking this morning about how sometimes I get the feeling that I am heading into a burn-out and I can’t let that happen. We have too much at stake, too many obligations to Mr. Tom and we are too young for burn-out.  You have done the best thing for us right at this very moment.”

He grabs me again and kisses and kisses and kisses.  He starts to undress me. I am getting excited as though this is our first date.  I undress him and run my hands over his well-muscled chest.  As I pull his pants and underwear down, his big eight-inch, uncut, thick cock hits me in the face.  I stick my tongue out and give it a long, slow, wet lick up and down. I stand and push Bradley back onto the bed, remove his shoes, socks, pants and boxers.

I climb over him on all fours and lower my body onto his.  He is warm, solid and his muscles feel so good against me.  I start to slide down his body, when he grabs my hips and flips us over so he is on top.  He kneels over me and smiles so big. He slides down my body, stopping when my cock is in front of his face.  He starts to lick my solid hardness.  Takes me into his throat with a slight gag but doesn’t pause at all. When his face is against my groin, he starts squeezing my cock with his throat, teasing, slight movements in and out.  He continues this, never coming up for air.  He has learned the breathing through the nose trick. He senses that I am just before filling his mouth with my load.

 

 

Bradley:

“I’ll come back later for the dessert. No coming so soon today.  Now, fuck my face.”

With my head hanging over the edge of the bed, I open my mouth and wait.

Matthew gets off the bed, walks to the foot of the soft mattress and slides his dick down my throat and fucks my face like I do to him.  In and out, I swallow and open for more.  This goes on and I sense that Matthew is ready so ready to come, quickly because I have already primed him.  He takes himself to the edge and pulls out and then climbs back onto the bed.

“Matthew, I love you so much. “

“You can’t imagine how much I love you, Bradley. I didn’t think it possible to feel this much love for another person.  Most gay couples survive six months but not often beyond that.  I really do want us to be together forever.  Maybe we will be together in the Afterlife.

I sit between Matthew’s legs, chest-to-chest.  I scoot closer so both cocks are close.  I reach down and stroke our dicks together.  I watch as Matthew’s eyes roll back.  I kiss him, gently holding him as I lower him onto his back.  I adjust my position until I am kneeling between his legs.  I grab his ankles and place his heels on my shoulders, snatch the bottle of lube from the bedside table and grease us up for a noon-time, two-become-one long moment. We really do become one when I am inside my husband.  Our feelings and reactions are in perfect sync.  We move together like a well-oiled machine.  Two become one. 

As we both start to go over the edge, I grab Matthew’s dick and squeeze to prevent him from coming. I pull out more quickly than usual and take Matthew in my mouth.  I blow him like a savage lion eating his meal. I am hungry for his seed which he quickly gives it to me and I proudly swallow his sperm, down, down, down.

Matthew mutters in a loud whisper: “Fuck! Oh, my fucking god.” He quickly starts sobbing.  I pull him up into a sitting position and wrap my arms around him, rocking back and forth.  I want him close so I can share his happy, emotional satisfaction.  My eyes fill with tears of happiness.  Matthew grabs me and hugs me with all his might.  No words are spoken.  This is one of our happiest moments I can remember.  I mean a joining together in a powerful feeling of love, happiness and contentment. We are silent for a few minutes.

Matthew:

“I don’t know what time it is but we have to be getting back soon,” I say with just a little disappointment in my voice.

“First, we have some champagne to enjoy and Room Service is waiting for me to call them about lunch.  It‘s all planned, they only have to deliver it.” I pick up my phone and notify Room Service that we are ready for lunch.

“Bradley, you really did set this up.  It isn’t just a last-minute thing.”

“I started thinking last week about what I could plan over lunch and this is the end result.  And, I told Molly to tell anyone looking for us that we are taking a long lunch break to take care of some personal business.”

“Well, babe, it really IS personal.”

Knock, knock, knock.  “Room Service.”

Bradley jumps up and runs to the door. I look on in horror as he opens the door for the Room Service guy.  The guy breaks out in a very big grin, rolls the serving cart to the small table by a window, takes the tip Bradley is offering, turns to get one last look and goes out the door.

I look at Bradley with a half-smile, half-smirk on my face. shifting my eyes down to his half-hard cock trying to hang down.  The smile drops from his face as he glances down to finally see that he is stark naked.  Not a stitch of anything on his body.  We both break out into hysterical laugher, me rolling on the bed.

Bradley says, “That boy seems to like what he saw.”

“Who wouldn’t like looking at you, dude.  You got it all: tan, big dick, just the right amount of body hair, muscles, you’re tall.  Fucking perfect.....and it’s all mine.”

We sit at the small table, both of us still naked and start the light lunch.

“I ordered some of that cheese that you like and the French bread you enjoy.”

“Bradley, this whole thing is a breath of fresh air for me. It will keep my spirits high for several days.”

“Then I’ll come up with something else.  Maybe a bath house visit for a massage and a light lunch.”

“I’ve never been to a bath house, at least not in the US. At the military base in Korea, where I was stationed, the PX (Army & Air Force Post Exchange retail store) operates a bath house where Korean women give an excellent massage and unofficially if you tip them in cash, they will give you a hand job.  When they start, they ask, “You want special?”  I worked and took college courses for the year I was there.  Never went chasing pussy or dick, never went to a bar.  I worked on my degree, classes every night, plus Saturday afternoon.  I took CLEP exams for credit to speed up the process of getting my degree from the University of Maryland.  When I got horny, I went to the PX bath house for a massage and hand job.”

Bradley seems very interested in this part of my life. “You mean you never had real sex for a whole year?”

“A couple of months after I arrived, a young guy maneuvered himself into my room one night and sucked my dick.  I was under the influence of a couple of tequila shots I had after doing the newscast and he wanted to see my small TV because he was thinking of buying one.  Anyway, he gave me a blowjob that night and many nights after that.  He talked me into fucking him a few times and by doing so saved me from so many trips to the PX bath house,” I say with a chuckle.

“Sounds like Korea was a good time in your life.”

“It was.  Until Korea, I had only done radio news but when I arrived there, the civilian program director said, “Pretty boy, you are going to be the news director and you will do the 6:00 PM hour-long news show.  You will also have the job of cleaning up that disaster we have on the air and make it watchable.”

“Sounds familiar.”

“Yes, and that was my first time to do TV news.  I got it together in about a week and it was a success. 

When I was ready for reassignment back to the US, the program director thanked me for making the news a first-class show.  Said the US Army Korea command had come to respect the AFKN operation and it was easier for the American Forces Korea Network radio-TV operation to get extra funds when something extra was needed outside the normal fiscal budget. 

It actually was fun. I also learned about smoking weed there. I made a lot of friends I remained in touch with after I returned to the States but eventually, we stopped writing because we all had moved on. 

“I still have fond memories, like going fishing with a few friends in a rowboat in the bay.  The water is so dirty no one would eat the fish.

“Then there was the time I went to bed early because of the flu. I was awakened by the sound of breaking glass. Some Korean soldier tried to break into my room. He was caught by the Korean military police who, I am told, found him in a latrine stall in the Korean military barracks.  The dude was jacking off.  The Korean MP’s beat him up.

“Oh, one night I went down the hall to the latrine to take a leak and when I returned to my room, my small TV was gone. I was away for less than five minutes. We had been warned upon arrival to never leave our room unlocked because the ‘slicky boys’ will sneak in and take things.  I wasn’t upset about the TV, though, because I had been warned and chose that time to ignore the warning.”

We were finished soon with our meal and took the open bottle of champagne with us.  Time to get back to the grind.

On the way back to work, I kept thinking about our lunch-time rendezvous. I got a solid erection from the thoughts. It was a nice thing for Bradley to do and a beautiful surprise. He is so thoughtful in doing things for me.

“Bradley, that surprise at the hotel was really a sweet thing to do.  It was also a very hot time.  I think I don’t do enough for you, like you do for me.”

“Matthew, you do plenty of things for me.  You gave me my first real blowjob and that changed my world for the better.  I don’t like to think about what my life might have been had I not asked you to show me if the rumors about gay blowjobs is true. 

“You helped me to find my real self, a self I am totally happy with.

“You showed me the beauty of Grand Cayman and the things there I would never have seen otherwise and would never have captured on video to enjoy over and over.

“You pulled me out of my escape from life existence out on the oil rig and brought me back into the real world.

“You let me show my skills and that got me this job.

“Everyday you give me the best sex, better sex, than any man can ever hope for.

“You love me.

“There.  Don’t think for one more minute that you don’t do enough for me.  What you have given me is greater, much greater, than a noon-day hotel adventure.  I have a lot of catching up to do.”

“I loved it.  For me, it will always be a special time for us.”

“That thing when we become one is a gift, I think.  I don’t know what I have done to be allowed to have that feeling of oneness, to be allowed to enjoy that. It seems that at that time when our bodies seem to melt into one, that we are in complete sync; emotions, lust, love, passion, movements, touches. Everything is one.  But I don’t have to understand what is taking place. I hope we will always have that again now and then.”

As we walk from the car into the building, I tell Bradley, “I feel like my body is glowing, like I’m surrounded by a golden aura. I’m so happy, still synced to you, I guess.  Bradley, thank you again for being so considerate of my needs.  You’re always there for me.”

Back in the office, I have a few unimportant messages, and on my phone, I’m now checking for the first time since we left for the hotel, there’s a message from the boss telling me to phone him.

“Tom here,” he answers.

“Mr. Tom, I just got back in the office.”

“Glad to hear from Molly that you and Bradley were taking care of some personal business.  Now, I talked to several people about the adoption and explained the need to speed up the process before the deadbeat parents might show up and mess things up for everyone. I told each person I called what you guys are like and how you immediately volunteered to be foster parents for the boys. I explained how you purposely have a Spanish bi-lingual housekeeper to make sure the boys don’t lose their heritage while growing up.  Everyone says they see the need for making an exception in your adoption case and they promise to look for a solution.  They are all good people and know me since I was a kid.  They know that I don’t support and fight for anything I don’t feel strongly about.  I feel positive about this.  I’ll keep you posted.”

The rest of the afternoon went by quickly and I was soon standing in front of the large LED video wall, properly rehearsed and ready to go on-the-air.  Molly spoke into my ear piece, telling me we have a correspondent again in Israel to report on the Middle East war.  All scripted with a few features thrown in. 

The intro rolls: “This is channel 13 live action news with Matt Walker.”

“Good evening, Dallas-Fort Worth.  At the top of the news, the conflict in the Middle East between Israel and Hamas continues with growing tension. Both sides are making the other side responsible.  For more on the war, here’s David Edelman in Tel Aviv.

“Matt, some local reaction to the war is showing that not all Israeli’s are blaming Hamas totally for what is now going on.  Some are saying that Israel’s military reaction is also an act of terrorism, just like what they are accusing Hamas for.”

Molly tells me in my ear that Edelman will do a channel 13 close at the end of his piece.  We must be paying him if he is customizing it for us. And if it is coming out of the news division budget, over which I have total control, why don’t I already know about this. But now is not the time to be thinking like the news director.  I should be thinking like the journalist that I am, happy that we have someone reporting from the scene of the tragedy.  The rest of the show is pretty uneventful until the close.  I will do a live hand-off to Sebastian who will start his documentary about the local homeless.

“That’s tonight’s news. I’m Matt Walker in Dallas.”

We skip the happy musical closing tonight and run credits over Middle East live video.

“Now, a channel 13 original program called, ‘Unseen Tears.’ Your host is the documentary’s creator, Sebastian Garcia.”

The studio camera pans from me, across the 20-feet-high LED video wall, stopping on Sebastian.  The video has crossfaded from the Middle East to a local homeless scene. Sebastian introduces his audience to the exploration of unsheltered citizens who are homeless and live where they can find a place to sleep, behind a trash container, or in a doorway, anyplace that offers the slightest degree of safety.

On my way back to my office to watch, I stop in the control room to tell them I’ll be in my office if they need me for anything, hoping all will go according to plan and I won’t have to get involved.

Sebastian has an incredible strong presence on camera and even stronger tonight for this important subject.

He covers the Texas Tribune story about the federal judge who sued the state of Texas over its handling of foster home care and other issues of the homeless. 

Sebastian points out a YouTube video of a homeless man, with long beard and shabby clothes, sitting at a public sidewalk piano playing beautiful music.  One’s first reaction is ‘What is such a talented man doing living on the streets. Sebastian explains that the man returned from the war in Afghanistan to see his wife die a few months later.  Many of his fellow Americans called him a murderer for the killings in the war.  He became addicted to drugs.  His son was taken away and given to foster parents. He looked into a rehab program but couldn’t afford it because he had no money.  Then, a record company executive saw him playing piano and signed the homeless man to a record label which earned him money.  This paid for his rehab program and the label released an album of his music.  This unfortunate man whose life took a positive turn had lost his son.  The foster parents adopted the boy out of foster care, so the man has no one in his life. But the former US Marine Corps veteran is allowed to visit his biological son with the blessings of the boy’s adoptive parents. The military veteran has gotten his life together and now is finding a place in society again.  Sebastian presented so many stories like this.  He had harsh words for those without compassion for these lost souls whose tears go unseen.  I loved the ending Sebastian created.

“Tonight, we have tried to make all of you aware of a lot of fellow Texans out there who can use compassion and help.  There are about 6,000 homeless people in Dallas-Fort Worth, in Dallas County to be more specific. About a third of those are living unsheltered, meaning they are living on the streets. In our preparation for this show we discovered two brothers ages six and four who had been living unsheltered for a year.  They now have caring foster parents who will soon adopt the boys, making them a permanent part of their family.

“That federal judge who sued the state of Texas over its program of child protection stated that children who are handed over to foster parents often leave those foster parents in worse shape than when they entered foster care.

“We have to ask why the homeless people choose a life on the streets with all the dangers that go with such a life.  They all have different reasons.

 We leave you tonight with a song which may explain the one thing that keeps them going each day: Memories of better days from the past. Listen carefully to the lyrics. 

I wish you a good night and a good evening.  I’m Sebastian Garcia.  Listen to ‘Almost Home’ by Craig Morgan.  Good night.”

Fuck me, that boy is so damned good. I hurry to the studio, stand off camera and wait.  When the floor director yells ‘CLEAR’ I rush to Sebastian.

“How do you feel?” I ask.

“I feel like I’m on a cloud.  That show is the biggest thing I have ever done and I think it went well.”

“Sebastian, it went better than just well.  You nailed the subject. I’m very proud of you.” My phone rang.

“Matthew, I wanted to speak with Sebastian for a moment but I don’t have his phone number.”

“No problem, Sir.” I handed my phone to Basti.

I swear it looked like he snapped to military attention when he found out Mr. Tom was talking with him.  He said, thank you and good night to the big boss and turned to me.

“Fuck, that was a surprise, but a welcomed surprise.  Mr. Tom calling me directly.”

“Basti, you deserve all compliments you receive.  You did a great job and thanks for giving credit to the two guys who helped you.  Good to see them doing some of the interviews on the street.”

My phone rang again.

“Matthew, I hate to bother you but I don’t have numbers for the other two boys who worked on that show.”

“Sir, I’ll message those numbers to you right now.  Is that, OK? Thank you, and, Good night.”

Sebastian nodded a ‘Yes’ and said he’s happy that Mr. Tom will give those guys a thrill too.

I suggested that Basti should stick his head inside the control room and thank the crew. He stuck his head inside but before he could say anything, the entire production crew stood and applauded him.  I joined them in clapping. When the applause died down, he choked out a word of thanks. He was deeply moved by the crew’s reaction.

Bradley, who used a hand-held camera during Sebastian’s documentary presentation said he was gonna head home. He knows Basti needs to come down from his incredible high and that we have things to talk about.

I ask Basti if he wants to go have a drink somewhere. His choice is my old neighborhood bar where, Basti tells me, Charley is working tonight.

“You keeping track of that hot guy?”

“Something like that,” he responded with a big smile.

“Basti, remember I was standing at the bar with you when you two guys stared yourselves into a trance.  I would be surprised if you guys are not seeing each other.”

He didn’t say a word.  The red face told me everything I needed to know.

Sitting at a table in the bar, Basti sat facing the bar so that he can watch Charley.  Then a guy who was headed for the door stopped and asked Sebastian if he’s the one on TV tonight with the homeless program. Sebastian confirmed that he is.  The guy said, that the show really touched him. “Great job, Sebastian,” the guy said and continued out the door.

“He knew my name,” Sebastian said with surprise on his face.

“Why wouldn’t he, you left a great impression on the audience.”

We talk about his job, the responsibility he was given with the documentary, his relationship with Charley and other things.  When Basti is fully unwound, we leave and I drive him home.

I phone Bradley at home to tell him I am on my way.

As soon as I walk in the door at home, Bradley is there, holding me, kissing me and telling me he has prepared dinner and is keeping it warm in the oven. I apologize for not calling him to tell him I would be delayed.  I go to check on the sleeping boys.

Bradley and I had a late dinner, and afterward finished off the left-over champagne from the hotel lunch.  The sparkle had long since left the bottle but it still didn’t taste flat. Expensive, I guess.

Bradley puts the dishes in the dish washer while we talk. He comments about what a great presentation Basti made and impatiently grabs me by the hand and leads me into the bathroom. Under the shower, we make out, Bradley devouring me like a large animal.  I grab his cock and stroked but he says no sex in the shower tonight.  We would do it properly in bed.

We walk hand-in-hand to the bedroom.  Bradley continues kissing me with an urgency only a horny man can have.

“Matthew, I missed you. I was horny for you all afternoon after our noon-time romp at the hotel.  I went to the men’s room to jack off once but decided to save my horniness and my load for you tonight. So here we are.”

I walked backwards pulling Bradley with me, collapsing on the bed and taking him with me.  We did our first 69 since Bradley now goes down on me.  But he stopped us before either could come. 

“I need to fuck your cunt first and then your face, you beautiful man. My man, forever. I’m crazy horny for you all the fucking time, Matthew.  I can never get enough of you.”

“Then take from me what you need, my big, gorgeous hunk of man.  Take me, use me like you need to.”

“Fuck, you drive me crazy.  When I’m fucking you, I think about your beautiful, sexy body, your lips, your eyes, your pussy and lately your dick.”

“No lube tonight,” I said.  “I want to feel you take me like a wild animal.”

“Yeah, that’s the way I feel too.

Bradley always has so much precum.  It runs down onto his balls.

He grabs my ankles and anchors my feet on his shoulders and with haste, enters me.  The stretch burns as he goes balls deep in one thrust.

“Fuck me, Bradley.  Take me, take what you need.”

He fucks me hard and deep, making my body slide up to the head of the bed.  He pulls me back down and continues to plow me, slamming into me, hard and deep. I am in a trance, in another place. This is exactly what I need right now.

After a long while, he suddenly rips his cock out, moves quickly to sit on my chest, grabs my head, lifts it off the bed and fucks my throat.  It takes less than a minute before he is whimpering and grunting, holding back his urge to bellow like a bull as he unloads in my throat and on my tongue. 

After he comes, his whole body is shaking.  I give him a gentle push and he rolls over onto his back. I straddle him, slide down his body and nurse on his still hard dick, covered in cum, and my ass juices.  He moans lightly with pleasure as I give him a tender blowjob. Bradley is soon humping upward, fucking my face. A few minutes later, he grabs my head with both hands and fucks faster, coming again.  He just falls down onto the bed, breathing hard.

“Holy fuck,” he says in a loud whisper. He gets up on his knees and hovers over me. “Now let me give you an orgasm like you gave me.”

Bradley, sucks me with determination.  He is working for my load. He is like a crazed cum addict.  The blowjob feels so hot, I won’t last long.

I grab his head and hold him balls deep on my cock as I shoot and shoot and shoot. “I’m gonna come in your mouth, Bradley,” I say when I am nearly finished.  It’s just part of the scene, I guess.  I am having a fantasy about coming in his mouth and just say it out loud.

He moves up to my mouth, squeezes my cheeks to force my mouth open and lets my cum slowly drip from his mouth into mine.  Then a deep, wet, lubed kiss.

“Matthew, I don’t know what came over me tonight. I felt so horned up and desperate for sex with you.  I hope I didn’t overdo it.”

“Over do it?  It is exactly what I needed tonight. Just a lot of hard and sleazy sex.”

“Then you liked it?”

“I liked it so much, I’m already thinking about the next time your animalistic sexual feelings take control of you again.”

We kiss a lot and just love each other until we finally relax and fall asleep with me wrapped in the safety of Bradley’s strong, bulging arms.

To be continued......