Oil Man
by munichguy
8 Jan 2024 555 readers Score 9.8 (33 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
Ch. 22
“Adoption Court Shitshow”
Meet the cast of characters:
Matthew:
After we settle in the limo for the ride to work, Bradley takes my hand in his and gently rubs his thumb over my hand. There’s our typical conversation with Carlos, our driver, as he maneuvers through the morning traffic.
We walk to my office and then before heading to his own office, Bradley says, “Don’t forget to stop by when you have time today.”
“I’ll be there.”
I check the overnight ratings and we are again number one. We’re in good shape. I stop to analyze whether I appreciate the rating for myself or do I see it as a rating that belongs to KDLS. I am proud of me but I really don’t see it as a personal thing. I am happy that channel 13 has this number one news rating. I take the ratings chart and head down to Bradley’s office to check out what his guys are working on. I need to know these things.
I knock, open the door and step inside at Remote Broadcast Services.
The guys are crowded around a small conference table with papers, charts and books spread all over the table. Everyone has a thick notepad. They stand and shake hands. Bradley is nowhere to be seen. One of the guys says Bradley is talking to engineering about one of the designs the guys have come up with.
“So, what are you guys working on that I need to know about, things that involve the news division.”
They say that they are working on a system that offers double backup in the event we can’t, for whatever reason, get a satellite signal back to the station. The first backup will be the Internet, second backup is a high-resolution cell phone contained in the satellite suitcase and dedicated for use on remote broadcasts. All three will be wired into the control room with instant access to be switched from one to the other as needed.
An operational manual for the entire remote broadcast system is another project they are fond of.
“Anyone should be able to operate the system if everyone of us should be wiped out in a plane crash. It will be a complete manual from beginning to end.
“And, there’s a simple switching device in the works for changing between the satellite system’s two video cameras. The guy doing the standup report can switch cameras using a small device he holds hidden in his hand.
The drone video is an independent feed back to the control room.”
They take turns explaining things to me.
“We also are drawing plans for a new recording center where these remote feeds can be recorded for later use without involving the control room.
“All of our ideas have to be coordinated with engineering because they will have to build the shit and put it together. We have to keep our ideas within the realm of reality and Mr. Bradley is coordinating with engineering as we speak.”
I tell them, “Guys, I’m looking forward to the thrill of using these inventions to make a better news product. You guys are very smart. Thank you all for your work. If there’s anything I can do for you, just pass it along to your boss and he will talk to me about it. OK?”
Bradley is making good use of his guys’ time and effort. I leave the overnight ratings chart on his desk with a note asking him to share the information with his crew.
While walking back to my office, I get a phone call from the lawyer Sam. He says, “I have good news and I have bad news.”
“Good news first, please,” I suggest.
“We have a court date for the adoption.”
“OK, now the shitty part.”
“It’s tomorrow at 2:00 PM. The old bastard judge is trying to fuck up the process.”
“Fuck,” I yell, “Can he do that?”
“It’s his court session, he can do anything he wants, reasonable or unreasonable.”
“Matt, we have to play this his way or wait for another court date when he feels like conducting the adoption hearing and that can be six months or longer down the road. We have to meet the tomorrow court date. You, Bradley and the boys. It might be a good idea to have Carmen there as a witness if we have to play hardball.”
“OK, we’ll be there. Keep in touch, please,” I beg.
In my office I phone Bradley and give him the news. He calmly says, “Not a problem, we can both get away. Tonight, we can brief Carmen before she leaves and then explain the process to Marty and Bobby. We gotta keep our cool about this so we don’t give the fucking judge any ammo to use against us. I am told he does not like LGBT people at all. He thinks we are perverts and child molesters. So, let’s get in there and get out quickly. Don’t volunteer anything. Wait for him to ask and then give him a brief answer. We got this. We fucking got this.”
“We should setup a cookout on Saturday to celebrate the adoption. Nothing can go wrong in court because we’ve done everything correctly and Sam and Dave are the best lawyers in the state. Yeah, invite some neighbors too, for Saturday, so they can get to know who the boys are. It can’t hurt for the boys to get to know the neighbors by name either. Let’s do it.”
I’m not very productive for the rest of the day. I phone Mr. Tom to tell him Bradley and I will have to be away by noon tomorrow and that Sebastian will handle the news tomorrow night. After I explain the court situation, he says he will be in the courtroom to carefully observe. He ends the call by saying: “That fucking judge has no place in any courtroom. We have to keep an eye on him. And your lawyers can’t let him get away with anything. Sam has a reputation for putting some of these judges in their place.”
Well, well, Mr. Tom swears just like the rest of us.
At home, Carmen listens to us and says that she will be there tomorrow sitting with the boys so the rest of us can focus on the courtroom hearing.
During dinner and after, we try to make some sense about tomorrow’s procedure so that the boys can understand it. At some point, the judge is required to ask the boys how they feel about being adopted by us. We did our best to make them understand that. The judge may decide to do that in the privacy of his chambers or in the open court.
Just before the boys retire to their room, Marty stands before Bradley and me and says, “Don’t worry, Bobby and I will be on our best behavior and Carmen will make us look so cute that no one can resist us.”
Bradley and I don’t get much sleep; both of us are too wired and worried to sleep. I hear Marty and Bobby go to the bathroom several times during the night, which is very unusual. I wish I knew how to comfort them more. It may be wise to just let time take care of things and we will be automatically in court to face the judge.
We can’t afford to waste the morning working hours before we leave at noon. We are up at the regular time doing our daily routine. Again, this morning, there is no sex and Bradley and I don’t talk much. Our minds are on the adoption court process that’s only a few hours away.
Carmen arrives early and is dressed like a million dollars. Just fucking beautiful. She comforts all of us with her total confidence. It feels nice.
Just before noon-time, I remind my assistant and personnel department that we are about to leave for court and won’t be back until tomorrow.
The courtroom is nearly full of spectators. Sam coaches us a little while we wait for the judge. The LGBT hating judge is late.
“Judge Charles Lundy presiding, this court is now in session,” is announced.
Judge Lundy explains to the spectators what this session is all about and then begins doing a roll-call to make sure everyone involved has arrived. He then starts talking bullshit about parents and parenting and explains how important it is to restrict adoption only to those who can provide the loving care needed to raise children to be productive adults.
Sam and Dave groan a little too loud for my comfort.
The judge gets our attention quickly when he says, “This adoption process will not be completed today because I have to review all of the paperwork to make sure it has been properly prepared.
Sam mutters, “Fuck” under his breath, jumps to his feet and bellows, “Permission to approach the bench, your honor!”
Judge Lundy looks at Sam with a smirk and waves him toward the bench.
“You two come with me, I need witnesses for this,” he tells Bradley and me.
I have no idea what is about to happen but I am now very scared.
The judge, from his perch on high, smiles and barks at Sam, “What is it counselor?”
Sam gives the judge a killer look as he says, “With all due respect judge, I have to remind you that the paperwork is the responsibility of Human Services and you are not bound to double-check their work. My law firm has looked over the paperwork twice, done by three different attorneys and I can assure you that the paperwork is in order and we can get on with this adoption process.”
Judge Lundy gets very red in the face, sits still for a few minutes and then barks, “Counselor, this is my courtroom and I will run things the way I want.”
“With due respect, judge Lundy, that is true but you are not doing things properly according to written, legal rules of procedure. Do your questioning and let’s complete this adoption process. Please, your honor.”
The judge slams his gavel down hard, and in a much too loud voice for his own good, says, “I will do everything in my legal power to prevent this adoption from taking place.”
Sam looks at Lundy with a smirk and asks, “Your honor, why is that?”
“Because I don’t think queers should be allowed to adopt kids or have their own. They should all be sterilized. Now get away from my bench and get back to your places.”
As we walk away, Sam says, “The judge done fucked himself with his evil mouth.”
Judge Lundy bangs his gavel and says, “This hearing will resume two months from today.” He steps down from his bench and goes into his private chambers.
“Let’s go,” Sam tells us.
I am totally out of it by then. My brain has ceased to function.
“Did you see how many cell phones were snapping pictures and recording video. The judge failed to disallow cameras and cell phones. So, any and all of the video and pictures will make good TV news tonight. It was an open court and judge Lundy is done. Fucked himself royally. Every TV station in DFW will have this story at the top of the news tonight with video from the courtroom spectators.”
“Sebastian is doing the 6:00 PM news today and that removes me from touching the story.”
David, the media lawyer says, “Go home, start your days as usual and fucking wait. Just wait. Do not comment to anyone who wants you to say anything at all. Just tell them that you cannot comment at this time as advised by legal counsel.”
Sam adds, “The fireworks should begin in two days. Mr. Tom and I already put together a plan just in case this would happen and Mr. Tom predicted it would go this direction.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about the great plan?” I said with a bit of anger.
“Matt, we wanted you to go into that courtroom with as much positive thinking as possible. Had you known about the plan, you would have been more of a wreck than you already were. This whole adoption thing is a huge stress on all four of you. Now, we will start our plan to repair the situation. Just be patient. Go about your normal days as best you can, keep busy and let us do our work of getting those beautiful boys adopted by the two best dads they can hope for.”
At home we tell the boys that the judge made a mistake and it will take a couple of days to correct things. They seemed OK with that but then Marty says, “I told you someone would screw up our adoption.”
We watch the news. Sebastian is so good at anchoring. Gorgeous looks, confidence, telling the day’s news factually and with authority. He covers the courtroom story with just the facts, using audio and video clips of the judge’s vile hate speech. I was impressed at how Basti handled it. Every other TV station in DFW had their own version of the story, airing the judges’ hateful outburst against the LGBT community.
Bradley and I go to bed early, exhausted and anxious. I snuggle up to Bradley feeling safe for the first time today. He starts giving me light kisses on my neck and shoulders. From behind, he tweaks my nipples and with the other hand massages my balls and strokes my cock. His hard-on slides up and down my crack making it wet with his as always generous pre-cum.
Bradley:
“My baby needs some stress relief tonight, I think. He needs me to fuck the stress away, going deep and pounding hard.”
“Bradley, you always know how to take care of me,”
“No extra lube, my cock is extra hard for the occasion. When my cock enters your cunt, you will feel something greater than the misery surrounding us right now. The stretch and burn will give you that certain pleasure that you need tonight to erase the courtroom drama of this afternoon.”
Matthew:
Bradley bites hard on my shoulder, pulls my hair, forcing the back of my head onto his shoulder. I squirm and squeal a little. He sucks on my neck, to make sure everyone will see the hickey he leaves behind. I will wear that deep red mark on my neck as a badge of honor, a badge of strength, a reminder that I have a man who loves me much more than I feel I deserve. That mark will remind me that he is there with me through all of this turmoil.
Bradley quickly pushes me over onto my stomach, his full weight on top of me. He grabs my hips, pulls my ass up and put a big strong hand on my head and presses my head down into the mattress. Yes, yes, yes, I fucking need this. Bradley pounds me so hard and so fucking deep that I have no control of my thoughts. I am lost in this intense domination.
I have no idea how long this fuck goes on but I soon feel his cock expand and contract as he rams all the way in. when he breeds me, I start to come on the bed sheet.
Bradley:
“Yes precious, come for me. Make the bed sheet wet with your spunk. Be a fucking pig.”
Bradley doesn’t miss a beat; he keeps fucking until he is gasping for breath as he adds a second load of his seed. I try to come but I can’t get there.
“Baby stay with me and come with me the next time. Do it for me, I need to make you come without touching yourself. I need that right now.”
Fucking without missing a beat.
“I’m wrecking your cunt with my big, thick, hard dick. Your cunt will be gaping when I am through with you. Maybe then I can get a fist in there.”
The thought of fisting Matt makes he so hot, I start rabbit-fucking him, breeding him a third time and he explodes with a scream as he has a massive, wet orgasm and comes on the already cum-drenched bed sheet. I pull out, roll him over on his back, straddle his chest and say, “Clean it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
After my lover licks and sucks his ass juices and my cum from my cock, I lean down and start a tender kiss, waiting for him to signal if he wants my tongue. He sucks my tongue and moans with pleasure. That just makes me want more sex, but my dick is worn out, only half-hard. My brain is telling me to fuck, fuck, fuck, but my body is saying, ‘Give it a rest, dude.’
“Get on all fours,” I tell Matt.
I probe his ass with four fingers and I believe right then I can get inside him but that is just a fantasy of mine. I won’t force that issue.
“Bradley, babe, I’m not ready to try fisting and maybe I’ll never be.”
“Matt it’s only a hot fantasy. If you ever decide you want it, we can try. Fisters claim it is the hottest thing ever.”
We cuddle some more and slowly fall asleep, me in the pool of my own cum beneath me.
The next morning, Bradley wakes me with hugs, kisses and hands caressing my body all over. Sex isn’t mentioned; we had really satisfied our sexual appetites at bedtime. Two loads of my own spunk on the bed got mixed with three loads of Bradley’s seed which leaked out of my hole during the night.
In the shower, lots of kisses and touching. We smile at each other as we clean our bodies to start a new day. We don’t discuss right away the failed adoption hearing from yesterday. In the limo enroute to channel 13 we talk briefly but mostly about how the lawyers and Mr. Tom are working things out.
Carlos, our driver greets us and then says, “I take it you haven’t seen any news this morning.”
“What?” I asked,
“There’s a huge marching demonstration going on over the courtroom shitshow yesterday. You can get the best look at work on TV. Your guys have been out with the drones since very early this morning. Looks really good.”
Jason is reporting from the crowd of demonstrators: “We ran this video through an AI system and it tells us that there are 2,471 demonstrators in the march. The organizer says it will continue until the governor or the attorney general states publicly that judge Charles Lundy has been permanently removed from the state bench. If this does not happen soon, within days, we can expect lawsuits from the LGBT community. The judge’s performance in the courtroom and the aftermath could affect re-election efforts of state officials. I’m Jason Dubard, in Dallas.”
Molly knocks at my office open door and says, “Matt I’m sorry that the adoption didn’t happen yesterday but it will be taken care of. You’ll have those boys permanently in a day or two. Now, for newsroom business. The overnight guys in the newsroom completely missed the demonstration that is going on now. It apparently started very early this morning. Jason was in the newsroom at 3:00 AM with one of Bradley’s drone pilots he got out of bed. When the guys actually working the newsroom jumped up and offered to help, he told them to get the fuck out of the way. Jason and the pilot were out the door with complete gear. They started live coverage just as the demonstrators were arriving. Jason phoned me to tell me what’s happening. I phoned the program director to get authorization to break in on that crap programming to go live with the demonstrator’s march.”
“Fantastic, Molly and thanks.”
My phone rings and someone says I should get down to the newsroom fast. They hang up quickly. Just after Molly and I arrive there, the door is flung open and Jason and his drone pilot storm in. Jason ignores Molly and me and starts yelling at the overnight guys.
Jason:
“What the fuck were you guys doing when the police radios were talking about this demonstration. You could have called one of our journaists to get underway and you could have gotten the drone pilot out of bed. Were you guys sleeping? Did you have the police radios turned off for whatever reason I cannot fathom. Both of you come to work on time and take the pay but you don’t do a fucking thing to benefit the station or the news department. You both are dead weight; you’ve been here too long and you didn’t get the news director’s warning about sitting on your asses all day. How many stories have you volunteered to cover? I swear that if either one of you gets in my way when I am trying to get out of here to cover a story, I will knock you on your fucking ass. Stay the fuck out of my way until you are willing to join the group of newsroom people who fucking earn their money.”
Jason whirls around and heads out of the newsroom.
Matthew:
I turn toward the two negligent guys and tell them I will talk to them in a few minutes and suggest that they do not leave if they plan on coming to work tomorrow.
I called after Jason. “Wait up dude.”
He stops and turns around. “I will not apologize to those guys. I meant every word I said.”
“Jason, come down to my office and cool down so we can talk.”
I close my office door behind us. “Have a seat. Coffee?”
“Yeah, coffee is good.”
I pour two cups of coffee from my thermos. “How did you get the jump on the demonstration?”
Jason:
“After you first arrived on the job and made it clear that you are dedicated to the news operation, I got very serious about my job. I went to city hall and made contacts. Also, police, fire and a few others. I introduced myself and asked that they give me a heads up on possible news stories, regardless of time of day or night. I gave them a business card with my name and cell phone number.”
“Where’d you get the business cards?”
“I had them printed, I paid for them.”
“Jason, I will reimburse you for the cost. That’s something that slipped through the cracks. I planned on business cards for those who were here after we settled with a permanent newsroom crew. But it slipped by me. I’m sorry.”
“Matt, I totally understand how you forgot. You are handling the day-to-day operations of this whole place, doing way more than another single person on the payroll. I have so much respect for you. But back to the guys in the newsroom. When I was studying journalism at college one of my professors told us we should always contact the local law enforcement and public service guys to phone one of us when they are going out on a call. He said that will give us an advantage. His wisdom proved itself last night. But isn’t letting locals know who you are a common-sense thing? What the fuck is wrong with the heads of other guys in the newsroom?”
Matthew:
“Getting the truth out is your mission in life as it is mine. Unfortunately, too many people who call themselves journalists don’t really have a mission, they just have a well-paying job.”
I return to the newsroom to deal with the two negligent would-be journalists. I suggest they re-read their job descriptions and list for themselves all of their contributions to the news operation outside of coming to work every day. I collect their ID badges and tell them they are suspended for two weeks without pay. They shall go to Personnel to pick up paperwork that will guarantee their jobs availability at the end of two weeks. If they do not return to work at the end of the suspension period, their contracts will be permanent revoked with documentation paperwork filed for any future reference.
Shorty before noon-time, I receive a phone call from someone who identified himself as Daryl Elliot.
“Mr. Walker-Bradley, I have been directed to cleanup the courtroom mess created yesterday by judge Lundy. Everyone wants to make this right as quickly as possible."
"First, tell me what is quickly being done about judge Lundy.”
“The government in Austin is trying to decide which of two possible procedures is the most constitutionally solid for removing Lundy from the bench. The next step is to get him disbarred from ever again practicing law in this state.”
“OK, then. So, what is next?”
“I know this is short notice and unusual, but if you can be at my private chambers in the county courthouse tonight between 7:30 and 8:00 we can finish the adoption process and let everyone get on with their lives. You, your husband, the two boys in question and your legal counsel.”
“That’s it?”
“As simple as that.”
I thank the judge for his help and phone Sam, Dave and Bradley.
We enter judge Elliot’s chambers at 7:45. He is very gracious and apologetic. He says the paperwork is good and everyone has vouched for us, so he only needs to sign the papers to make it official. But he is required to ask the boys if they want Bradley and me to be their parents from now until forever.
Marty stands. “Your honor, may I say something.”
Marty:
Judge Elliot smiles. “Of course, you can, Marty.”
“Well, the angry judge in the big courtroom yesterday said bad things about gay people and it hurt my dads’. I have had man and woman parents twice. The first parents were my real parents. They, my mom and dad, took us out for burgers and fries and then left us there alone at a truck stop and took off without us.
“The foster parents people took us away. They gave us to our second parents. They were also man and woman parents. They beat my little brother nearly every day. The mom held me down while the dad burned me with a cigarette. When he burned me the third time I passed out.”
Marty turns his back to the judge and removes his t-shirt to show the cigarette burns on his back. The judge visibly winces at the sight. His eyes get wet.
When my brother and I ran away from the foster parents and lived on the street, teenage guys had it easy because they could sell sex for money. I was interesting to some men who would come looking for young boys but I chose not to sell myself. I did dumpster diving for food for Bobby and me. We slept behind an alley dumpster most nights.
Now we have two dads who have already shown us their love as foster parents. Daddy Brad taught us to swim. We have a nice home, nice clothes, good food and Carmen who speaks Spanish and English with us so we don’t forget our Latino heritage. Now, what’s wrong with two dads adopting kids who have no safe place to live?”
Judge Daryl Elliot:
The judge clears his throat and swallows. He motions Marty and Bobby over to him.
“Bobby, you stand behind my desk on my left and Marty you stand on the right. I want you to watch me sign your adoption papers so you see this is not a fake but it is my real signature. Then, you can go home with your two dads after I wish you all a happy life together.”
The judge hugs both boys and says, “I’m so sorry you guys have had such a rough time. But now your life will be good and you don’t have to worry about losing your dads. Be good.”
The judge stands and without saying a word, shakes hands and nods toward the door. He apparently is so caught up in the emotion of the moment that he is afraid to try to speak.
As we walk down the hallway to our cars, Sam says, “That’s the easiest courtroom session I have ever had.”
We invite Sam and Dave to our place for drinks but they already have plans.
“We’ll celebrate Saturday afternoon at our place with other friends. Be there, OK?”
Sam and Dave both smile and say, “We wouldn’t miss it.”
Sam ruffles both boys’ hair and walks away.
At home, after the four of us step inside, I look down at Marty and Bobby and say, “Welcome home boys. This is now your home forever.”
Marty looks up with a look of exhaustion on his face and says, “I’m so tired. Can Bobby and I just go to bed, please?”
Bradley responds. “We understand how tired you are.” He throws Bobby over his shoulder, takes Marty by the hand and goes to their bedroom. That scene will remain in my mind forever. So beautiful.
Saturday afternoon is upon us before we have time to get ready for it. All of the usual KDLS people are there with our usual friends. We made sure to invite neighbors to acquaint them with our adopted kids.
Today, there is no live entertainment. Bradley has piped a Spotify playlist onto the patio loudspeakers. The last few days have been so exhausting for the four of us. Nick caters again and the food is gone in record time. We have a nice-sized crowd of guests and everyone seems to be having a good time.
Jason:
I’m having a great time meeting new people. Just as I am finishing a conversation with a couple of neighbors, I feel like I have someone’s eyes on me; strong, piercing eyes. I scan the crowd to see who is boring into my head. Then my eyes stop on a guy who has me locked into a deep, soul probing eyes-to-eyes stare. Suddenly, my heart starts pumping faster and I am sure anyone near me can hear the thumping. My legs start vibrating as though I am about to have an orgasm. I fear I am about to have a heart attack. I am in a totally helpless state. As I probe the other guy’s soul, I feel like a predator and see him as my prey. I want to rush him and to make love to him. I have never before thought about sex with another guy. But this dude is something else altogether. I push my way through the crowd to get to him. He moves beyond the crowd, off the patio onto the short, green grass. I catch up to him and touch him on the shoulder. “Hello,” he says as he turns around to look at me. My thought is that he is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. It feels as though he has captured me with some sort of energy field that won’t let me escape and I realize quickly that I never want to escape from him. I open my mouth to speak but the words don’t come out. I have never before been in this situation. I have no control left.
“My name is Lucas. I’m a neighbor. My friends call me Luke”
“Pleased to meet you, Lucas.”
He said, “You can call me Luke”
I have chills running all over my body. I am seriously fucked up and I don’t understand any of this. I am frozen in time.
A hand grabs my shoulder from behind.
Bradley asks, “You OK dude? You’re standing in a strange position.”
“I don’t know,” is the only thing that my brain could put together.
Luke quickly says, “See you around, Jason.” He walks away.
Bradley puts his arm around my shoulders, guides me toward the bar and says, “You look like you need a drink, dude.”
I chug a glass of wine and wait for my body to slow down but it doesn’t.
I find Matt and tell him I have to go, but he suggests I just go inside and stretch out on the couch.
I quickly fall asleep and am awakened by Bradley after all the guests have gone.
Matt and Bradley never drink at their parties or anyone else’s, so Bradley grabs a beer and Matt opens a bottle of white wine. I opt for a glass of water.
I ask if they have a few minutes for me and they both agree to hear me out.
I began, “Guys something happened to me on your patio today that put me on this couch and knocked me out. At the time I had only had one glass of wine.
“I was talking to two of Bradley’s guys from work and as they walked away, I had this feeling that someone is watching me or just looking at me. I scan the crowd and my eyes lock onto the eyes of a cute guy I had never seen before. It’s like two robots exchanging 1’s and 0’s through their eyes. I can’t look away. My heart starts pumping so hard and fast I am sure people standing near me can hear the thumping. I feel like my head is ready to explode, like my blood pressure is climbing through the roof. I have the feeling of a predator eyeing his prey. I want to run to this guy before the dream-like state evaporates. I want to catch him and make love to him. He turns and pushes through the crowd stopping in the grass beyond the patio. I feel like I have to catch him and make love to him. I am so confused because I have never thought before about a guy in a sexual way. He turns to me and says, “Hello,” while I quickly freeze in an awkward position and only come back to earth when Bradly touches me and asks if I am OK.”
Bradley laughs and says, “You should have that sort of thing happen just as a gay man is giving you the most explosive orgasm in your life. I thought I was having a stroke.”
Matt continues, “You told us once before that you wanted someone in your life you could be with, to love and be loved. You said you wanted a love as deep and solid as Bradley and I have. You had stopped dating completely because you no longer found women interesting.”
Bradley adds, “I think you are looking for love in all the wrong places. I know that situation. I was working as an engineer on an oil rig out in the Gulf of Mexico when Matt arrived to do a report from there. I was to be his escort during his 10-day stay and we would share a room for sleeping.
“When our eyes locked together, I knew this man would become a part of my life and I was straight at the time. But at this point, I had stopped looking for that perfect woman. I had been on that oil rig for two years without leaving; without setting foot on dry land. I had no reason to leave.”
“And I knew I wanted to sleep with this tall, muscular, movie star handsome man. But he looks out of reach because my gaydar tells me he is straight. However, deep down I have hope that we somehow will catch each other,” Matt added.
Bradley chuckles, “I had heard the locker room talk about gay blowjobs being better than any BJ a woman can give and I am curious. I like getting blown and here in my room is a guy apparently willing to do it, according to what he has told me. He says he does not hit on guys so I will have to ask him for the blowjob. On the second night, I ask and what happened changed my life forever. Matt is back on the top bunk of the bed after the blowjob and neither of us can sleep so I ask him to come back down to my bunk and sleep with me. We sleep together every night after that. It takes a lot of soul searching for me to finally agree that I cannot live without this man by my side. And here we are now a few years later. I actually quit that job so I could be at home with Matt every night.”
I feel better hearing that they had a similar experience to mine and it gives me hope.
While we are bringing the conversation to an end, the doorbell rings. Matt opens the door and I hear a voice asking if I am still here. The guy says the security guys told him I had not yet left the complex and he had waited outside for a while. The guards suggested I try here. So, is he here?
I jump up, grab my coat and backpack, rush to the door, say good night to my hosts as I shift my attention to Lukas.
We walk past the gate guards and stop at my car.
Lucas speaks first: “Listen something happened today between you and me when we first saw each other and I need to talk to you about that. Can we go have a beer someplace and talk?”
“How about we go to my place where we can have more privacy?”
Lucas looks at me for a bit before saying, “OK.”
We climb into my car and I head home with a new friend. I feel like he is already my boyfriend, like we have known each other forever, but boyfriend? I’m a fucking straight guy.
To be continued....