Oil Man

OIL MAN

Chapter 09

“The End of the Road”

It’s a troublesome Monday morning and a few of months since Bradley and I got our relationship firmly planted on solid ground.  Bradley is getting restless and irritated with his job.  He spends 90 minutes one way traveling between the Gulf oil rig and Dallas and some nights he doesn’t get to come home but has to remain there overnight. 

Add to that, my contract at channel 12 runs out tomorrow night at 7:00 PM when I finish the newscast.  The company has not offered me a new contract and I presume they will not.  So, I will say goodbye to the audience and leave the station for good. 

My audience rating every night is consistently higher than any other prime-time news anchor in Dallas.  The news ratings give the station’s daily overall audience numbers a huge lift so the station can charge more for advertising than other local stations all-day-long.  I cannot understand that they don’t want to keep me pumping our higher advertising dollars, but the station requires contracts for every employee and since I didn’t get a new one, I will stop tomorrow night.  I am way too independent to go chasing a contract.

These two problems are putting a strain on our relationship but Bradley says we will work them out.

As Tuesday rolls around, here in the early morning hours, I have been awake for at least two hours.  Bradley has been tossing and turning but he seems to be asleep.  I’m not in the mood to give him the morning wakeup blowjob because of the stress and uncertainly about our situations.

I get up to take a leak and return to the bedroom to find Bradley awake and smiling at me.

“Bradley, I’m not much in the mood for the morning sex,” I tell him with a look of sadness and apology.

“Babe, I hate to say this, but for the first time ever, I’m not much in the mood either and that gives me cause for concern.  I mean, we have to take hold of our job situations before they get in the way of our relationship.”

“I agree.  Let’s talk over breakfast.”

Sitting at the kitchen table, Bradley is devouring a stack of pancakes while I enjoy ham and eggs.  I have to watch the carb intake.

Bradley, glances at me and then back to the pancakes. “Matthew, I am getting close to a decision to quit the oil rig job. I can’t take the three-hours of travel back-and-forth each day and those overnights out there away from you are pure torture. I waited so long to find out who I am and to find you, I refuse to let any job get in the way of our happiness.”

“Tonight, my contract at channel 12 runs out and I have not been offered a new one to negotiate.  So, I will sign off at the end of the newscast and walk out.”

“I spent so much time out on the rig before I met you, I just put my money in the bank, so I have a nice plump bank account now. If I do quit, I won’t have to worry about money for a couple of years at least.”

“I earn a lot of money, too, and have never been a big spender.  So, my bank account is also nicely stuffed.”

“Matthew, what will you do if they offer you a new contract today?”

“A new contract will require some negotiations before signing and there is no time for that now.  But, if they do want me to stay on, I will scare the shit out of them with my demands.  The only perk I have now is a reserved parking space.  I heard that one of the TV anchors in San Antonio gets a new car every other year.  What do I get? A fucking parking space with my name on it.”

“Since I have a couple of days off, I will meet you at the station for morale support when you sign off.”

“Bradley, the reality of my situation is that if I should get a job in another city, there is absolutely no guarantee that I will be as successful there as I am here.  So, I really need to stay here where I’m a big fish in a little pond who can now demand what he wants from the company.  A guy I worked with in San Antonio, during my Army years, when I had the part-time weekend gig at WOAI, left San Antonio for a better job in Boston.  He bombed so badly in Boston that the station bought out his contract to get rid of him.  He returned to San Antonio, to a different TV station and was an instant success again.”

Late in the afternoon after the newscast is put together and we are all waiting for 6:00 PM, I gather my personal belongings from my desk and put them in a cardboard box for carrying home.

As I wait to begin my last newscast, I feel a sadness knowing that I will actually walk out the door tonight, no longer employed by this giant media corporation, Navarro Broadcasting. I am also sad that the company apparently does not appreciate the long hours I have put in over the past four years. They seemed content to let me walk.  Fuck ‘em.

I have reserved a couple of minutes after the news to say goodbye before the prime-time entertainment begins at 7:00.

“At this time, I want to say goodbye to all of you who have been so loyal and have tuned in each night to give us the highest prime-time ratings of any other newscast in Dallas.  I thank you for that.  My four-year contract runs out at 7:00 PM tonight and I have not been offered a new one.  So, someone else will be sitting here as of tomorrow night.  You may soon see me on another local station or I may leave Dallas for greener pastures.  Goodbye for now and I hope we can connect again soon.  I’m Matthew Walker.”

Back in the newsroom, as I sit at my desk letting reality sink in, the red phone on my desk rings; its red-light blinks with urgency. This is a direct line between the newsroom and corporate headquarters in San Antonio.  I pick up.

“Mr. Walker, this is George McCaffrey, the corporate CEO.  What the fuck?”

“I could ask you the same thing Mr. McCaffrey.  I don’t have a contract, since the one that expired at 7:00 PM tonight did not get renewed and I have no control over creating a new contract.”

“May I call you Matthew?”

“Certainly.”

“I am just before getting on the company plane to fly to Dallas to get this contract fuckup fixed.  Please meet me tonight to talk.”

“Sorry, I am about to leave the newsroom and go home.  Give me a call tomorrow morning and we can arrange a meeting.  But there are no guarantees on my part.”

“Matthew, let me take you out to dinner tonight and we can do a little preliminary discussion over the contract problem.”

“OK, but it will be dinner for three.  My partner will be coming along for the ride.  He’s the oil man who helped me with that oil rig documentary that has won the station two awards.  You’re welcome.”

“Thank you so much, Matthew.  You pick the place and time after you get home and let me know.”

“Will do.”  I hung up the phone.

I look around the newsroom to see everyone staring at me.  It is deadly quiet.

“OK everybody.  My departure comes very quickly for all of us, but before I leave the building, I want to give all of you my deepest, heart-felt thanks for all you have done to make our news product such a big success.

 I did not get a new contract so I am no longer employed here.  The CEO is on his way to Dallas and I have a meeting with him over dinner later tonight. 

If I return to work here, I have a lot of demands for you and me that they will not like.  But, what the fuck, we bring them big ratings that allow them to make more money than any other station in town.  Time for them to share the wealth with us.  I’ll keep you posted.”

I walk out into the hallway to find Bradley leaning against the wall.

“Matthew, I want to be here for you but I don’t want your colleagues to think I am involved in your decision.  But I am here for you.”

“I’ll tell you in the car what’s going on.”

The CEO and his wife meet us at Nick’s Greek restaurant at the agreed upon time.

Nick realizes this is some sort of special gathering and rolls out the red carpet, hugs me and then Bradley.  He shakes hands with the CEO and the Mrs., thanks them for coming and ushers us into the restaurant’s private dining Rainbow Room.

After we order drinks and get settled in, the CEO speaks.

“Matthew, I want to thank you for giving up your private time at home to meet me.  I’m not usually this nervous, but I want to say the right thing and for once in my life, I think, I don’t know what the right thing is.  Sorry.  But, one thing is clear, we have done you a great disservice. I will tell you privately that I got a chewing out from the Board of Directors tonight for letting this happen, because problems truly do start at the top and cascade downhill.  Most of the Board watches your newscast via satellite each night out of preference. So, you can imagine how loudly the alarm bell rang after you signed off.

You know I’ve been in this CEO job for about six months.  I was told to cleanup our broadcast operations in Texas, for starters.  I repaired cracks in the foundations of our stations in the San Antonio headquarters first, and then took on Corpus Christi, Houston, Austin, and Galveston but saved Dallas for last because we have no records of past complaints or problems.  Since this is one of the oldest TV stations in Texas, I should have guessed that the station runs itself; it has taken on a life of its own. That, I predict, is how we let your contract slip through the cracks, so to speak.

One has to realize, too, that the family that has owned this station since it came on the air way back when, let it run without supervision.  The family has more money than any of us can comprehend and has just poured more into the operation as needed; it hasn’t made money for a long time and they could have reached a larger audience if they just opened a window and shouted the news out the window.  Most of the station’s management and supervisory personnel have been around forever and apparently are wallowing in complacency.

In any event we can fix the problem, if you agree, and get you back on the air tomorrow night before any real damage takes place.  I am willing to give you nearly anything you ask for, Matthew.  Tell me what I can offer you.  I have already put together a few proposals.  We can get down to bare bones negotiations tomorrow.  If you will be so kind to join us at channel 12 at 9:00 tomorrow morning you can witness the blood bath and then we can talk about the future.”

“Sure, tomorrow at nine is OK.  I’ll be there.”

We finish our meal, have coffee and go our separate ways.

On the drive home, Bradley, keeps glancing at me and finally, when he can no longer keep quiet, says, “So, what the fuck are your demands for the big boss man?”

“I have a few ideas but I want to surprise you. So, I will keep my demands secret for the time being.  One demand is something you will fucking like.  Another will be really welcomed by the newsroom crew and yet another will be something for me.  I also will take any additional perks George is willing to offer.”

“Fuck you, tell me, already!”

“No can do.  The demand you will like and the one for the newsroom crew will cost them a lot of money.  The demand for my pleasure will almost be a freebee.  Now, that’s all I will tell you.”

On the walk from the condo building’s elevator to the apartment, Bradley put an arm around me and pulled me closer to him, leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I hope you are in the mood to fuck, because I am tonight.  We have slacked off on sex because of the job shit, but that is nearly behind us now.  So, babe, get hard and horny now.  Be ready!”  He grabs my hand and presses it against his crotch.  He is already at full mast.

“Yeah, Bradley, I need that and I am hungry for it in a couple of ways, if you know what I mean.”

Inside the apartment, Bradley starts undressing me before I can get rid of my key ring.  I just let him have his way because I need him to want me this much.  He picks me up, hurries down the hall to the bedroom, dumps me on the bed and starts ripping off my shoes, pants and anything else that keeps me from being totally naked.

After I am down to my birthday suit, Bradley just stands by the bed, looking at me. In his eyes, the stare of an animal eyeing its prey just before springing. 

Then he starts removing his clothes, slowly, like a stripper.  He grabs his crotch, squeezes his junk. Rubs his thick, muscular chest, massages his hard, well-muscled abs, licks his lips seductively.  Bradley sways his hips to music only he can hear in his fantasy.  He reveals the jockstrap he’s been wearing all night as underwear.  He turns around, slaps his ass cheeks with both hands, pulls his cheeks apart, exposing his asshole. Bradley is turned on like I have never seen him.  He moves closer, removes his jockstrap and with one hand rubs it all over my face.  The manly aroma fires me up instantly and I grab his balls and pull him onto the bed.  He drops to all fours, hovering over me.

“Matthew, I am so crazed with lust, I’m apprehensive about fucking you like this.  I’m afraid of myself.  But I fucking need you.  I need to express with my heart and soul, and all of the pure male power I have in me, how much I need you. I can’t remember ever before feeling like I do at this very moment.”

“Bradley, just fuck me.  Follow your heart, your lust, your animalistic instincts.  Fuck me like Mother Nature intended for you to make me yours.  Take your pleasure and it will give me mine.”

He covers my mouth with his and shoves his tongue as far inside as he can.  He snorts like a raging bull. holding me tightly, pulling my hair and turning my face up to his.  He reaches back and buries spit-covered fingers inside me, showing impatience and intense hunger.

It takes only a couple of minutes before my ankles are resting on Bradley’s shoulders. He licks my feet, one and then the other, and suddenly pushes my legs back, putting my knees close to my chest. My ass is high in the air and he drops down and slips inside me.  Neither of us have thought about lube but I enjoy the burn and stressful entry.  Male animals are not gentle when breeding and he is such an animal tonight and I love him like this.  He has never been this turned on before and our sexual union really does resemble a big, muscular animal breeding his mate.

Bradley is fucking me harder than ever and going balls deep.  His thick eight-inch fuck tool gives me new sensations as his movements in and out of my fuck channel quickly expand and contract to make way for him.  Only a few minutes later, Bradley whines, cries and slams inside me, holding deep as I feel his big cock throb with each shot of sperm he fires so deeply, I think it can’t run out.

He holds me tightly and I soon feel his tears on my cheeks and then his body movements tell me that he is crying.  I don’t ask what’s wrong because that is not important right now. Bradley needs comforting.  I stroke the back of his head and rub the top of his head in gentle strokes of love and appreciation.  When he quiets down, I ask, “You OK babe?”

“Yeah, sorry for all of this emotional stuff. Sorry. But I am so overwhelmed with my love for you, my need for your love and your sex. Tonight, for some reason, it all hit me at once.  How much you mean to me, how much you give to me and now fucking lucky I’ve become.  I have felt all these things from the very first time we had sex. Tonight, all of it suddenly became very intense and I have never had emotions like this before. It’s all of what we share but now on a much different level.  I can’t explain it very well.”

“Bradley, there is never any need to say you’re sorry for letting your emotions out.  I assume you were having a moment of happiness so intense you body had to do something to let it all out and it did what it knows best.

Secondly, quickly on your emotional level, having so many thoughts about us and the sex. I want it just like you have given it to me.”

“Fuck!  You always understand and the way you explain it is exactly right.  I can’t add anything else to that.  I believe, this is the happiest moment in my life so far.  That degree of happiness is the only thing I have ever felt spiritually.”

“I am grateful to have experienced that feeling with you.”

“You’re the source of that feeling.  You give me the love to experience it and allows me to express it without judgement.  Your touch is so magical, full of love and understanding.  Sometimes I shudder when I think I could have missed all of this if I hadn’t met you and learned to be who I really am.”

“Bradley, you and I fit together so nicely, like pieces of a puzzle.  It couldn’t be a better fit, babe.”

“Matthew, I hope it is OK, the way i took you. It must have been pretty rough for you.”

“It was a new experience and I would like that again.”

“Let me go wash up. I’ll get a wash cloth to clean you up and then, I’ll satisfy that other craving you have for my cock.  I am still hard and horny and I know you like oral play with me as much as I like yoo sucking me off.  I hope it isn’t too rough.”

Bradley hops out of bed and in a couple of minutes returns and carefully cleans me, returns the wash cloth to the bathroom and then climbs back onto the bed. 

He moves me around on the bed to get my head hanging over the edge.  He stands and walks over, putting his big balls on my face.  I open my mouth and suck them in.  I pull on his balls, twisting my head, putting more and more pressure on his sack.  He moans with pleasure.  Bradley pulls back until his pressure is stronger that the pressure of my mouth and his balls pop out. 

“Fuck that feels so fucking good, babe.  Now let me fuck you pretty face.”

As he places the tip of his dick at my lips, I open my mouth and clamp down with my teeth down on his foreskin.  I bite and pulled, roughly.

“Fuck, bitch, you are fucking wild tonight.  Punish my fucking dick, hurt it.  Let me know how much you want it.  Don’t be gentle.  I like it rough.”

He presses down into my throat balls deep and when he pulls out, I graze the entire length of his cock with my sharp teeth.

“Fuuuuuuckkkk!”  That gives me chillls, it feels so good. Shit! You’re giving back to me the rough sex I gave to you.  Damn, keep it up."

He puts both hands under my head and holds me in place for a manly face fuck.  He moans and curses and fucks my throat like it will be the last time.  Finally, his cock throbs and he comes again, this time filling me at the other end.

We both settle down and prepare for sleep with an early morning ahead of us.  I awake an hour later and didn’t hear the light snoring I usually heard from Bradley as he slept.

“You awake, Bradley?”

“Yeah, I can’t sleep.  I am horny again.”

“Did you take anything, like cialis?”

“Nope.  I don’t recall a lasting horniness like this.”

I reach over and wrap my hand around his hardness and stroke him slowly.  After a minute I pulled the covers back and suck Bradley’s big cock.  He moans and moans.  After a few minutes, he places a hand behind my head.  As he started coming, he pushes my head all the way down on him and fires shot after shot down my throat.  I gag a little, making a heaving sound, which made him moan louder.

I cuddle up to his side, drape my arm over his chest and he quickly falls asleep; I drift off to dreamland after a few minutes and wake up when the alarm rings at 7:30.  Bradley will remain at home while I go to channel 12 for the bloodbath.

“Matthew, I leave for work again tomorrow morning on the first chopper out to the rig, so we will do something together tonight to celebrate whatever comes out of your meeting with the big boss.”

“Great idea.”

I climb out of bed, head for the shower. It doesn’t take long before Bradley climbs into the shower with me.

“Bradley, I don’t have time for anything this morning.”

“Jeezus, can’t a man take a shower with his man?” he says with a smile.

“You fucking know I can’t keep my hands off you when you’re naked and you have a full hardon, dude, that spells trouble.

I stroke him, kiss with tongue and spit and drop to my knees.  He fucking knows me so well.  I looked up to see a huge grin on his face that says ‘I’m so fucking irresistable.’

To be continued....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OIL MAN

Chapter 09

“The End of the Road”

It’s a troublesome Monday morning and a few of months since Bradley and I got our relationship firmly planted on solid ground.  Bradley is getting restless and irritated with his job.  He spends 90 minutes one way traveling between the Gulf oil rig and Dallas and some nights he doesn’t get to come home but has to remain there overnight. 

Add to that, my contract at channel 12 runs out tomorrow night at 7:00 PM when I finish the newscast.  The company has not offered me a new contract and I presume they will not.  So, I will say goodbye to the audience and leave the station for good. 

My audience rating every night is consistently higher than any other prime-time news anchor in Dallas.  The news ratings give the station’s daily overall audience numbers a huge lift so the station can charge more for advertising than other local stations all-day-long.  I cannot understand that they don’t want to keep me pumping our higher advertising dollars, but the station requires contracts for every employee and since I didn’t get a new one, I will stop tomorrow night.  I am way too independent to go chasing a contract.

These two problems are putting a strain on our relationship but Bradley says we will work them out.

As Tuesday rolls around, here in the early morning hours, I have been awake for at least two hours.  Bradley has been tossing and turning but he seems to be asleep.  I’m not in the mood to give him the morning wakeup blowjob because of the stress and uncertainly about our situations.

I get up to take a leak and return to the bedroom to find Bradley awake and smiling at me.

“Bradley, I’m not much in the mood for the morning sex,” I tell him with a look of sadness and apology.

“Babe, I hate to say this, but for the first time ever, I’m not much in the mood either and that gives me cause for concern.  I mean, we have to take hold of our job situations before they get in the way of our relationship.”

“I agree.  Let’s talk over breakfast.”

Sitting at the kitchen table, Bradley is devouring a stack of pancakes while I enjoy ham and eggs.  I have to watch the carb intake.

Bradley, glances at me and then back to the pancakes. “Matthew, I am getting close to a decision to quit the oil rig job. I can’t take the three-hours of travel back-and-forth each day and those overnights out there away from you are pure torture. I waited so long to find out who I am and to find you, I refuse to let any job get in the way of our happiness.”

“Tonight, my contract at channel 12 runs out and I have not been offered a new one to negotiate.  So, I will sign off at the end of the newscast and walk out.”

“I spent so much time out on the rig before I met you, I just put my money in the bank, so I have a nice plump bank account now. If I do quit, I won’t have to worry about money for a couple of years at least.”

“I earn a lot of money, too, and have never been a big spender.  So, my bank account is also nicely stuffed.”

“Matthew, what will you do if they offer you a new contract today?”

“A new contract will require some negotiations before signing and there is no time for that now.  But, if they do want me to stay on, I will scare the shit out of them with my demands.  The only perk I have now is a reserved parking space.  I heard that one of the TV anchors in San Antonio gets a new car every other year.  What do I get? A fucking parking space with my name on it.”

“Since I have a couple of days off, I will meet you at the station for morale support when you sign off.”

“Bradley, the reality of my situation is that if I should get a job in another city, there is absolutely no guarantee that I will be as successful there as I am here.  So, I really need to stay here where I’m a big fish in a little pond who can now demand what he wants from the company.  A guy I worked with in San Antonio, during my Army years, when I had the part-time weekend gig at WOAI, left San Antonio for a better job in Boston.  He bombed so badly in Boston that the station bought out his contract to get rid of him.  He returned to San Antonio, to a different TV station and was an instant success again.”

Late in the afternoon after the newscast is put together and we are all waiting for 6:00 PM, I gather my personal belongings from my desk and put them in a cardboard box for carrying home.

As I wait to begin my last newscast, I feel a sadness knowing that I will actually walk out the door tonight, no longer employed by this giant media corporation, Navarro Broadcasting. I am also sad that the company apparently does not appreciate the long hours I have put in over the past four years. They seemed content to let me walk.  Fuck ‘em.

I have reserved a couple of minutes after the news to say goodbye before the prime-time entertainment begins at 7:00.

“At this time, I want to say goodbye to all of you who have been so loyal and have tuned in each night to give us the highest prime-time ratings of any other newscast in Dallas.  I thank you for that.  My four-year contract runs out at 7:00 PM tonight and I have not been offered a new one.  So, someone else will be sitting here as of tomorrow night.  You may soon see me on another local station or I may leave Dallas for greener pastures.  Goodbye for now and I hope we can connect again soon.  I’m Matthew Walker.”

Back in the newsroom, as I sit at my desk letting reality sink in, the red phone on my desk rings; its red-light blinks with urgency. This is a direct line between the newsroom and corporate headquarters in San Antonio.  I pick up.

“Mr. Walker, this is George McCaffrey, the corporate CEO.  What the fuck?”

“I could ask you the same thing Mr. McCaffrey.  I don’t have a contract, since the one that expired at 7:00 PM tonight did not get renewed and I have no control over creating a new contract.”

“May I call you Matthew?”

“Certainly.”

“I am just before getting on the company plane to fly to Dallas to get this contract fuckup fixed.  Please meet me tonight to talk.”

“Sorry, I am about to leave the newsroom and go home.  Give me a call tomorrow morning and we can arrange a meeting.  But there are no guarantees on my part.”

“Matthew, let me take you out to dinner tonight and we can do a little preliminary discussion over the contract problem.”

“OK, but it will be dinner for three.  My partner will be coming along for the ride.  He’s the oil man who helped me with that oil rig documentary that has won the station two awards.  You’re welcome.”

“Thank you so much, Matthew.  You pick the place and time after you get home and let me know.”

“Will do.”  I hung up the phone.

I look around the newsroom to see everyone staring at me.  It is deadly quiet.

“OK everybody.  My departure comes very quickly for all of us, but before I leave the building, I want to give all of you my deepest, heart-felt thanks for all you have done to make our news product such a big success.

 I did not get a new contract so I am no longer employed here.  The CEO is on his way to Dallas and I have a meeting with him over dinner later tonight. 

If I return to work here, I have a lot of demands for you and me that they will not like.  But, what the fuck, we bring them big ratings that allow them to make more money than any other station in town.  Time for them to share the wealth with us.  I’ll keep you posted.”

I walk out into the hallway to find Bradley leaning against the wall.

“Matthew, I want to be here for you but I don’t want your colleagues to think I am involved in your decision.  But I am here for you.”

“I’ll tell you in the car what’s going on.”

The CEO and his wife meet us at Nick’s Greek restaurant at the agreed upon time.

Nick realizes this is some sort of special gathering and rolls out the red carpet, hugs me and then Bradley.  He shakes hands with the CEO and the Mrs., thanks them for coming and ushers us into the restaurant’s private dining Rainbow Room.

After we order drinks and get settled in, the CEO speaks.

“Matthew, I want to thank you for giving up your private time at home to meet me.  I’m not usually this nervous, but I want to say the right thing and for once in my life, I think, I don’t know what the right thing is.  Sorry.  But, one thing is clear, we have done you a great disservice. I will tell you privately that I got a chewing out from the Board of Directors tonight for letting this happen, because problems truly do start at the top and cascade downhill.  Most of the Board watches your newscast via satellite each night out of preference. So, you can imagine how loudly the alarm bell rang after you signed off.

You know I’ve been in this CEO job for about six months.  I was told to cleanup our broadcast operations in Texas, for starters.  I repaired cracks in the foundations of our stations in the San Antonio headquarters first, and then took on Corpus Christi, Houston, Austin, and Galveston but saved Dallas for last because we have no records of past complaints or problems.  Since this is one of the oldest TV stations in Texas, I should have guessed that the station runs itself; it has taken on a life of its own. That, I predict, is how we let your contract slip through the cracks, so to speak.

One has to realize, too, that the family that has owned this station since it came on the air way back when, let it run without supervision.  The family has more money than any of us can comprehend and has just poured more into the operation as needed; it hasn’t made money for a long time and they could have reached a larger audience if they just opened a window and shouted the news out the window.  Most of the station’s management and supervisory personnel have been around forever and apparently are wallowing in complacency.

In any event we can fix the problem, if you agree, and get you back on the air tomorrow night before any real damage takes place.  I am willing to give you nearly anything you ask for, Matthew.  Tell me what I can offer you.  I have already put together a few proposals.  We can get down to bare bones negotiations tomorrow.  If you will be so kind to join us at channel 12 at 9:00 tomorrow morning you can witness the blood bath and then we can talk about the future.”

“Sure, tomorrow at nine is OK.  I’ll be there.”

We finish our meal, have coffee and go our separate ways.

On the drive home, Bradley, keeps glancing at me and finally, when he can no longer keep quiet, says, “So, what the fuck are your demands for the big boss man?”

“I have a few ideas but I want to surprise you. So, I will keep my demands secret for the time being.  One demand is something you will fucking like.  Another will be really welcomed by the newsroom crew and yet another will be something for me.  I also will take any additional perks George is willing to offer.”

“Fuck you, tell me, already!”

“No can do.  The demand you will like and the one for the newsroom crew will cost them a lot of money.  The demand for my pleasure will almost be a freebee.  Now, that’s all I will tell you.”

On the walk from the condo building’s elevator to the apartment, Bradley put an arm around me and pulled me closer to him, leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I hope you are in the mood to fuck, because I am tonight.  We have slacked off on sex because of the job shit, but that is nearly behind us now.  So, babe, get hard and horny now.  Be ready!”  He grabs my hand and presses it against his crotch.  He is already at full mast.

“Yeah, Bradley, I need that and I am hungry for it in a couple of ways, if you know what I mean.”

Inside the apartment, Bradley starts undressing me before I can get rid of my key ring.  I just let him have his way because I need him to want me this much.  He picks me up, hurries down the hall to the bedroom, dumps me on the bed and starts ripping off my shoes, pants and anything else that keeps me from being totally naked.

After I am down to my birthday suit, Bradley just stands by the bed, looking at me. In his eyes, the stare of an animal eyeing its prey just before springing. 

Then he starts removing his clothes, slowly, like a stripper.  He grabs his crotch, squeezes his junk. Rubs his thick, muscular chest, massages his hard, well-muscled abs, licks his lips seductively.  Bradley sways his hips to music only he can hear in his fantasy.  He reveals the jockstrap he’s been wearing all night as underwear.  He turns around, slaps his ass cheeks with both hands, pulls his cheeks apart, exposing his asshole. Bradley is turned on like I have never seen him.  He moves closer, removes his jockstrap and with one hand rubs it all over my face.  The manly aroma fires me up instantly and I grab his balls and pull him onto the bed.  He drops to all fours, hovering over me.

“Matthew, I am so crazed with lust, I’m apprehensive about fucking you like this.  I’m afraid of myself.  But I fucking need you.  I need to express with my heart and soul, and all of the pure male power I have in me, how much I need you. I can’t remember ever before feeling like I do at this very moment.”

“Bradley, just fuck me.  Follow your heart, your lust, your animalistic instincts.  Fuck me like Mother Nature intended for you to make me yours.  Take your pleasure and it will give me mine.”

He covers my mouth with his and shoves his tongue as far inside as he can.  He snorts like a raging bull. holding me tightly, pulling my hair and turning my face up to his.  He reaches back and buries spit-covered fingers inside me, showing impatience and intense hunger.

It takes only a couple of minutes before my ankles are resting on Bradley’s shoulders. He licks my feet, one and then the other, and suddenly pushes my legs back, putting my knees close to my chest. My ass is high in the air and he drops down and slips inside me.  Neither of us have thought about lube but I enjoy the burn and stressful entry.  Male animals are not gentle when breeding and he is such an animal tonight and I love him like this.  He has never been this turned on before and our sexual union really does resemble a big, muscular animal breeding his mate.

Bradley is fucking me harder than ever and going balls deep.  His thick eight-inch fuck tool gives me new sensations as his movements in and out of my fuck channel quickly expand and contract to make way for him.  Only a few minutes later, Bradley whines, cries and slams inside me, holding deep as I feel his big cock throb with each shot of sperm he fires so deeply, I think it can’t run out.

He holds me tightly and I soon feel his tears on my cheeks and then his body movements tell me that he is crying.  I don’t ask what’s wrong because that is not important right now. Bradley needs comforting.  I stroke the back of his head and rub the top of his head in gentle strokes of love and appreciation.  When he quiets down, I ask, “You OK babe?”

“Yeah, sorry for all of this emotional stuff. Sorry. But I am so overwhelmed with my love for you, my need for your love and your sex. Tonight, for some reason, it all hit me at once.  How much you mean to me, how much you give to me and now fucking lucky I’ve become.  I have felt all these things from the very first time we had sex. Tonight, all of it suddenly became very intense and I have never had emotions like this before. It’s all of what we share but now on a much different level.  I can’t explain it very well.”

“Bradley, there is never any need to say you’re sorry for letting your emotions out.  I assume you were having a moment of happiness so intense you body had to do something to let it all out and it did what it knows best.

Secondly, quickly on your emotional level, having so many thoughts about us and the sex. I want it just like you have given it to me.”

“Fuck!  You always understand and the way you explain it is exactly right.  I can’t add anything else to that.  I believe, this is the happiest moment in my life so far.  That degree of happiness is the only thing I have ever felt spiritually.”

“I am grateful to have experienced that feeling with you.”

“You’re the source of that feeling.  You give me the love to experience it and allows me to express it without judgement.  Your touch is so magical, full of love and understanding.  Sometimes I shudder when I think I could have missed all of this if I hadn’t met you and learned to be who I really am.”

“Bradley, you and I fit together so nicely, like pieces of a puzzle.  It couldn’t be a better fit, babe.”

“Matthew, I hope it is OK, the way i took you. It must have been pretty rough for you.”

“It was a new experience and I would like that again.”

“Let me go wash up. I’ll get a wash cloth to clean you up and then, I’ll satisfy that other craving you have for my cock.  I am still hard and horny and I know you like oral play with me as much as I like yoo sucking me off.  I hope it isn’t too rough.”

Bradley hops out of bed and in a couple of minutes returns and carefully cleans me, returns the wash cloth to the bathroom and then climbs back onto the bed. 

He moves me around on the bed to get my head hanging over the edge.  He stands and walks over, putting his big balls on my face.  I open my mouth and suck them in.  I pull on his balls, twisting my head, putting more and more pressure on his sack.  He moans with pleasure.  Bradley pulls back until his pressure is stronger that the pressure of my mouth and his balls pop out. 

“Fuck that feels so fucking good, babe.  Now let me fuck you pretty face.”

As he places the tip of his dick at my lips, I open my mouth and clamp down with my teeth down on his foreskin.  I bite and pulled, roughly.

“Fuck, bitch, you are fucking wild tonight.  Punish my fucking dick, hurt it.  Let me know how much you want it.  Don’t be gentle.  I like it rough.”

He presses down into my throat balls deep and when he pulls out, I graze the entire length of his cock with my sharp teeth.

“Fuuuuuuckkkk!”  That gives me chillls, it feels so good. Shit! You’re giving back to me the rough sex I gave to you.  Damn, keep it up."

He puts both hands under my head and holds me in place for a manly face fuck.  He moans and curses and fucks my throat like it will be the last time.  Finally, his cock throbs and he comes again, this time filling me at the other end.

We both settle down and prepare for sleep with an early morning ahead of us.  I awake an hour later and didn’t hear the light snoring I usually heard from Bradley as he slept.

“You awake, Bradley?”

“Yeah, I can’t sleep.  I am horny again.”

“Did you take anything, like cialis?”

“Nope.  I don’t recall a lasting horniness like this.”

I reach over and wrap my hand around his hardness and stroke him slowly.  After a minute I pulled the covers back and suck Bradley’s big cock.  He moans and moans.  After a few minutes, he places a hand behind my head.  As he started coming, he pushes my head all the way down on him and fires shot after shot down my throat.  I gag a little, making a heaving sound, which made him moan louder.

I cuddle up to his side, drape my arm over his chest and he quickly falls asleep; I drift off to dreamland after a few minutes and wake up when the alarm rings at 7:30.  Bradley will remain at home while I go to channel 12 for the bloodbath.

“Matthew, I leave for work again tomorrow morning on the first chopper out to the rig, so we will do something together tonight to celebrate whatever comes out of your meeting with the big boss.”

“Great idea.”

I climb out of bed, head for the shower. It doesn’t take long before Bradley climbs into the shower with me.

“Bradley, I don’t have time for anything this morning.”

“Jeezus, can’t a man take a shower with his man?” he says with a smile.

“You fucking know I can’t keep my hands off you when you’re naked and you have a full hardon, dude, that spells trouble.

I stroke him, kiss with tongue and spit and drop to my knees.  He fucking knows me so well.  I looked up to see a huge grin on his face that says ‘I’m so fucking irresistable.’

To be continued....