Oil Man

Chapter 01

On Assignment

Matthew:

Have you ever started out doing something that at one time was the greatest idea you had ever had but when you jumped into that situation with both feet you asked yourself how you got this crazy?  Yes?  That’s me at this very moment.  I’m on a helicopter being taken out to an oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico.  I’m a newsman and thought I should go on assignment to do a report about the men and women who discover and pump the oil that puts gasoline in our cars and feeds other energy hogs.

I look at my phone to check the time into this 90-minute ride and at that very moment the pilot tells me through my headset that we will be arriving at the rig in about ten minutes.

As we approach the rig, I can see a few men scurrying about on the platform.  The excitement starts to build inside me and as the chopper sets down on the landing mark, I think about where I am.  This Gulf of Mexico man-made world is isolated from land and I will be here for up to ten days gathering information and video for my report.

As I step out of the helicopter, I am met by three men who introduce themselves.  Two of the trio are bosses who keep the drilling going and as the third shakes my hand and gives me a movie star smile, I feel like a scoop of ice cream on a hot Texas day, melting away to a squishy substance that can no longer stand up to the sudden heat.

“Matt Walker in the flesh, star Texas TV anchorman on channel 12, Dallas-Ft. Worth.

“Mostly guilty as charged, but ‘star’ may be a bit strong.”

One of the bosses says, “Bradley will be your guide while you are here. He’ll show you the parts of the rig you are interested in and do whatever it takes for you to get your story and we are flattered that you chose us to report about.  We will see you around, Mr. Walker.” The two gents walk away.

I mutter a “Great” in response but never taking my eyes off this Bradley guy.  His blue-grey eyes are staring into mine so deeply I feel like his energy is coming out the back of my head.

“Let’s get you settled-in first and then talk about what you’re looking for here.  Oh, and what shall I call you, Mr. Walker?”

“Anything but Mr. Walker.  Matt will be fine,” I said.

He grabs my travel bag and suitcase, walks ahead with me following and taking inventory of this big oilman.  Gotta be a bit over six feet tall.  Broad shoulders, nice taper to a small waist and an ass that makes me forget why I’m here.

We take the walkway linking the platform with the administrative offices and living quarters.  Inside we stop in front of a door

“Well, Matt, here we are, your cozy home for the next week or so.”

Bradley unlocks the door with a key card and we go inside to a generously-large room with extra-wide bunk beds, lockers for clothes and belongings and a large desk.

“My bunkmate is on vacation on dry land, so you can bunk with me and I’ll be available around-the-clock to answer questions and get to know you. You can store your shit, I mean put your things in the locker to the right.  Jerry always takes all his stuff with him on vacation because he says one day he won’t come back.”

“Store my shit.  I like that,” I said giving Bradley a big smile.  I put my ‘shit’ away and we headed out to discuss my journalistic project.

In the cafeteria we were served coffee and a choice of apple pie or strawberry ice cream.  Bradley had pie and I had ice cream.

I found out that Bradley is the dude’s last name.  Gregory Bradley.  Everyone calls him Bradley.

He was surprised to find that I was the entire crew, no one else would be arriving later.

“Yeah, I told the news director that I wanted to do this story and he said he’d have to run it by his boss.  Turns out, someone thought we could save money by doing a voice over stock footage to celebrate this year as the 127th anniversary of ocean-based oil drilling.  But I insisted on coming here to do it right and some asshole decided if I really wanted to do the story, I should give up seven of my vacation days and the company would throw in the other three.”

With a look of true disbelief on his face, Bradley said, “You’re kidding, right?”

“I shit thee not.”

He just shook his head with a smirk on his face.

“I felt driven to do this story and giving up seven days of vacation isn’t so bad because I have more vacation days than I know what to do with.  I seldom even take the free days off written into my contract.”

“Ahhhhh, we have a workaholic in our midst.”

“I love my work and it gives me more pleasure than going on vacation.  Besides, I’m single.  Going on vacation alone doesn’t seem like much fun, so I work.”

“Matt, I want to ask you something but it’s awkward.”

“Just fucking ask me!”

“I have heard that you are gay.”

“Queer as a three-dollar bill.  And everyone who cares to know is aware of it.  Is that a problem for you?”

“Fuck no, not at all.  I just wanted to make sure I don’t say anything to offend you.  And, language gets pretty course among the guys on this rig.”

“Bradley, I know who and what I am.  I suck cock and love it, most of the time. I love to worship men and their bodies.  I prefer straight guys but no longer try to seduce men.  They have to come to me.”

“Straight guys? Really?  Straight guys have sex with you?”

“A lot of straight men have sex with gay men but only on the receiving end; most of them don’t reciprocate in any way.  A gay man will do things for them that most wives and girlfriends will never do.  So, for real hot sex, a straight guy may look for a queer to blow and worship him.”

Bradley nodded his head indicating that he understood and then, changing the subject abruptly, seemingly breaking out of a trance, said, “Well we should talk about what I can help you with.  I mean tell me what you’re looking for.  Fuck!  What do you want me to show you.  Man, none of this is coming out right.”

I let him squirm briefly, and then said, “Bradley, I’d like to see things that are hidden from view, get a real look at how this place operates, you know a behind-the-scenes look at the operation.”

He made some notes as we chatted and then we took a tour.  He pointed out things, explained their function, and asked if I would like to shoot video of those.

“Matt, I may not let you go into some places because of danger.  You can’t get too close to the pipes in the actual drilling because that’s a dangerous place to be when something goes wrong.”

We ended up back in our room and Bradley was very quiet.  This walking, talking gay man’s wet dream was going to be nothing but trouble. I was being pulled closer and closer into his private space.  I caught myself trying to inhale his body scent and I’ve been here for only a few hours.

“Matt, I have a proposition for you.”

My brain suddenly turned to jelly as I remembered a high school class mate who told me that he had a proposition for me:  He would let me cornhole him if I would give him a blowjob.  Bradley’s talk of a proposition sent a rush through my body which nearly caused me to faint.  ‘Here it comes, but I don’t know what.’

“If you ever want footage of you to show that you actually came out here, please let me be your cameraman. I’m an amateur photographer and videographer, so cameras are not foreign to me.” 

I must have looked like a deer looking into a car’s headlights on a dark night because Bradley looked at me with a slightly puzzled look on his face and said, “That’s my proposition. By the way, he pointed and said, “Those pictures on that wall are mine.”

“I noticed them when I first came in the room.  They are really beautiful.  OK, we have a deal.  And thanks.”

We had dinner in the cafeteria, where else?  The movie theatre is larger than I expected, showing a movie currently in Dallas theatres. A post-movie stop in the cafeteria for coffee and a snack and then back to the room.

Bradley showed me the open community shower.  We joined two other guys there, and soon we all were talking non-stop.  The guys knew me from TV and treated me like a celebrity, as expected, but something I always feel uncomfortable with.  Seeing these guys naked was causing a stirring in my groin and the semi I was getting could not be controlled or hidden.  But what the fuck, we’re all guys and seeing a hardon should not surprise any of us.  Luckily, mine never got all the way up.  My roving eyes kept checking out these three men who are just that, men.  Hard, muscled bodies from honest work.

Bradley’s silence resumed in the room.

“Bradley, you are being very quiet.  Is there a problem between us.  If so, I can call off the project and return to Dallas.”

Silence for a few minutes and then he spoke. “There is a problem between us but it is not your fault.  The things you said about straight men turning to gay men for hot sex, opened up a channel in my brain I didn’t know existed.  I’m now wondering what it would be like.  I mean to let a gay man go down on me, if that’s an OK way to express it.”

I smiled at him and said, “Well, you could just say you are curious about what it would feel like to let a gay dude blow you.”

Bradley blushed a bright red and slowly nodded his head up and down.

“I mean, I never go on land while I am out here.  There are no women and I don’t know any gay men here, if there are any.  Plus, I never thought about getting head from another dude until you talked about what straight guys let gay men do to them. And I’m horny 24 hours-a-day.

“Dude, you are a gay man’s living wet dream.  You’re movie star handsome.   The looks, your body.  You’re intelligent.  Straight.  You are THE total package. Any gay bottom would be more than happy to take care of you.”

He blushed again and said, “I’m gonna turn in.  I’ll be up early, ready to go with you wherever you want to go. The forecast for a warm, blue-sky day should provide good lighting for exterior shooting.”

“OK, which bunk do I take?”

“I usually sleep on the bottom.”

“Then, I’ll take the top.”

The later dark night silence was broken when Bradley spoke. “Matt, you asleep?”

“No.  Thinking a lot.”

“Me too.  Did you mean what you said about me earlier, like being a full package?”

“I did and those were just the basics.”

“What else would you say about me?”

“Things beyond the basics are pretty specific and you might not like me saying them.”

“Tell me, please.”

“Well, I noticed after I stepped out of the helicopter that you have a nice bulge in your crotch and that nearly always would mean you would have a big dick.”

“Anything else?”

“Your beautiful ass that fills out your cargo pants so nicely is probably great for eating out.”

“My ass, are you serious?”

“Better than eating pussy. Hard ass muscles, virgin hole.  Hot stuff.”

“Fuck.  You gay guys don’t miss much, do you?

“Not when it comes to guys as hot and desirable as you.”

“Matt, you have inflated my ego beyond what I though possible.  Good night.”

Silence and then Bradley spoke again. “Matt, I like you.  You’re honest, straight forward, you know who you are and seem comfortable with it and I’ve never been this close to a celebrity before.”

“Bradley, I’m just another Texas prime-time TV anchor, nothing special. Good night, sexy."

As I lay there, out of the silence came the unmistakable sound of masturbation.  My oil man, no my roughneck, is jacking off.  I smiled as I drifted off to sleep with a major hardon.

To be continued