Oil Man

OIL MAN

Chapter 13

          “Grand Cayman, We’re Gonna Come”

 

Newlyweds, Matthew and Bradley board their flight from DFW to Grand Cayman in the Caribbean.  They are both excited about the trip and the two-week stay there because neither of them has done much vacation traveling before.

Bradley:

“Fuck, when you told me I had to wait until we get to the house on Grand Cayman, I became very excited about being horny for such a long time, and not being able to get any relief, but I had no idea it would be this difficult.”

“Bradley, you’re a big boy, you can handle it.”

“Yes, I AM a big boy and that makes it so much more difficult because there is something BIG to take care of, if you know what I mean.”

“How could I not know, my husband.  I’ve been delighted to have that big thing shoved into me day and night for several years now, and I hope that never stops.

“If it weren’t so warm in this plane, we could get a blanket and you could jack me off underneath,” in Bradley says in all seriousness.

Matthew laughs out loud, “You are easily the horniest man I have ever known, Bradley.”

“We can join the Mile High Club.”

“Are you out of your mind?  Remember what happened to the cute and horny airline steward who had sex in the toilet with the porn star.  He only got fired but if we’re caught, they’ll ban us from this airline and then how will we get home?  This is the only airline flying between Grand Cayman and the US.”

“Small shit, small shit.”

“Just think about how hot the sex will be when we are naked at the honeymoon house,” Matthew says. He tilts his head and gives me ‘that look.’  “You have a hard-on?  Right now?”

I shake my head up and down and grab myself through my cargo shorts to show him my stiffy.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” Matthew says. “You really are always in overdrive,” He chuckles and reaches over to squeeze my thigh.”

“No fucking touching,” I say with panic in my voice and on my face.   “You’ll make me come in my underwear.”

Matthew looks at me with an evil grin. “Bradley, I can rub you off through your shorts.”

“No, no.  I don’t wanna make a mess in my shorts, dude.”

“But you’ll be able to come.”

I’m so desperate that I pause for a moment to consider the offer.  Then I snap back to reality. “No, I’ll wait until we’re naked in the honeymoon bed. But, man, I have such a case of blue balls.  I don’t remember ever going this long without coming.  Never.  Ever.”

I find an action movie on the display in front of me and focus on the tough he-man action, eventually falling asleep for the duration of the less than four-hour flight.

Matthew:

I watch him as he sleeps.  I think about what a boy this gorgeous man is deep down.  He’s as horny as a 15-year-old.  Always ready like a pistol with the hammer pulled back, cocked and ready to fire.  I love Bradley so much it sometimes hurts me inside.  I love his boyish playful side and his grownup side where he can show off so many fucking talents.  He has a near photographic memory; never forgets anything he reads.

I relax drifting in and out of a light sleep, my mind wandering in a pleasant way. I’m quickly brought back to the real world by the voice of the plane’s captain asking us to fasten our seatbelts and prepare for landing at Grand Cayman’s Owen Roberts International Airport.  I grab Bradley’s arm and shake him awake.

“Fasten your seatbelt, we’re about to land,” I tell him.

“That was a quick flight,” already here.  He smiles like he is about to go on the biggest adventure of his life.  Maybe it will be, for both of us.

At Owens International, as we stand in the arrival area waiting to claim our baggage, I tell Bradley, “A friend told me that they used to have two portraits on the wall straight ahead.  The Queen on the left and the famous KFC Colonel Sanders on the right.  The person swears it is true.”

“The Queen?” he asks.

“The Cayman Islands are British territory, still.”

Bradley grunts his disapproval of Royal overlords.

We find the car rental counter and sign up for a nice, red, compact Mercedes.  The rental clerk, who reminds me of a high school teacher with a broomstick up his ass, starts to lecture us about driving on the left side of the road, when Bradley pulls out a card to confirm his certification of attendance at a day-long class about driving on British roads.  The clerk smirks his disappointment; no lecture today.  Bradley signs the contract, makes a deposit for insurance and we’re out of there.

On the way to the rental house, Bradley gives me a bit of a shock.

“Matthew, I have to tell you something and don’t get mad until I explain the whole thing to you.  OK?”

“Just fucking tell me.”  A rush of possible scenarios races through my mind and I recall returning from a day-long business trip one day to find Bradley sitting in his underwear on my living room couch with a bare-chested woman.  Turns out it really wasn’t what it looked like.  So, I force myself to be calm until I hear him out about this situation.

“Last week, George McCaffrey, your CEO phones me and asks if I will take a job to, among other things, teach the photographers how to shoot more exciting news footage.  I also will be involved in the use of drones used in news coverage, remote broadcasts with satellite link in a suitcase and things like that.  He had the channel 12 general manager get in touch with me to finalize the offer and to arrange for me to sign a contract.  He asked me not to tell you until we are out of Dallas because he thought you might get pissed and blow up about me working there.  But I won’t be working directly with you or for you; however, it hasn’t been determined where I will be attached.  George says he is impressed with my shoots on the oil rig documentary and also is impressed with my many other talents.  He wants to hire me before I find a job elsewhere.  So, I said yes.  Is that, OK?”

“Bradley, I think it’s great.  Congratulations.  And, what is that shit about me blowing up over something at work?  When the fuck have I done that?”

“Well, Matthew, you are lot more vocal at work about things that displease you since you signed the new contract, holding the company hostage.”

“Hostage?  Who said that I’m holding Navarro Broadcasting hostage?” he shrieked.

“Babe, calm down.  I’m just fucking with you.”

Matthew frowns at me and says, “And fucking with me NOT in a good way.”

“You’ll get the good version pretty soon now, I promise.”

“But getting back to my new job situation, for right now I will be hired officially as a cinematographer and as soon as the job description is written, I will have some technical title such as Remote Broadcast Services .

“George says he wants time while you are away for the general manager to make sure everyone understands my hiring has nothing to do with you; that you did not hire me to give me a job.  I really wasn’t looking for work but I think it will be super interesting with shooting video for news and other productions, the clone project, satellite link in a suitcase and all of that.  Now that I know you’re OK with it, I’m really excited about it.  I will officially sign the contract after we return from our honeymoon. But, Matthew, if you have the least problem with it, I will turn down the offer and not sign up. I don’t really need the work but it will be fucking fun.  New experiences and learning new things.”

“We are both adults and you are so honest about everything, no one should object.”

GPS takes us directly to the community where our rental home awaits.  In the community management office, we’re greeted by a beautiful young woman who leads us through the formalities and then grabs a set of keys from a wall board.  She says she’ll walk with me to the house and Bradley can drive the car over.

As the three of us stand in front of the house entrance, Tilley starts to unlock the door but is interrupted by Bradley who barks, “Wait.”

“Sorry,” He continues in a calmer voice, “Can you come back in a couple of hours, please.  We have some things to take care of before you brief us on the rules and regulations.”

She chuckles and says, “Honeymoon. Right. Phone me when you guys are ready.” She tells us that the main thing remaining is to change the pin code for the wall safe and she has to be there to use the master code so that we can enter our personal six-digit pass code.

After she walks away Bradley says, “I wanna do this right; carry my husband over the threshold.”

I am fucking shocked.  What a surprise.  Bradley is really into this marriage and honeymoon thing.

He unlocks the door, opens it wide, picks me up and carries me inside.  He doesn’t stop until he enters the bedroom and gently places me on the bed.

“Stay right there, Matthew, I’ll bring our luggage inside.  Stay the fuck there to wait for the Blueball Express!”

I have to smile and laugh silently inside at his haste to cure his blue balls dilemma.  He is such a wonderful, cute, gorgeous, masculine guy.

Bradley rushes back into the bedroom, picks me up and damn near tears my clothes off and then gently places me back on the bed.  He strips hastily, but it looks sexy as fuck to me.

He climbs onto the bed. “Matthew, I want to make love to you, show you how much I cherish you,” he says seriously.

I think for a moment about showering but decide Bradley is having no further delays.  His travel carry-on bag is on the floor next to the bed.  From that bag, he fishes out an XXL botte of water-based lube.  He smears us in all the right places to prepare for his instant blue ball cure; a good, hard fuck!

Bradley is instantly on top of me, squirming, rubbing his hard cock against me, kissing me so gently, teasing me until even I can’t stand it any longer.  I reach down and guide him inside.

He pushes gently, but with a steady force and waits there until my outer ring slowly opens and lets him slide in.

“Ohhhhh FUCK!” he breathes out.  He pushes all the way in, grinds inside me and pulls back repeating this over and over.  Chewing my sensitive nipples, holding my arms straight up over my head and tightly pressed against the mattress and pillows.

As he fucks me, Bradley whimpers, sounds like he is crying some moments and then breathing like a bull at other times.  He whispers words of love and commitment all the while.  This goes on for a long time, maybe half-an-hour before he sobs out loud, “Bradley, I want this with you for the rest of my life.  Always in love with you.  Always wanting and needing you.  Giving you the best of my love and taking care of you, protecting you. This is what I’m allowed to live for.”  His tender words turn me on sexually, but also penetrate deeply into my heart and brain, exciting me and soothing me at the same time. He grabs me tightly, body against body, and cries out as he shoots his sperm as deep inside me as he can fit.  He remains on top of me for a few minutes, then slowly pulls his hard cock out and rolls over on to his back.  He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.

I’m at a loss for words.  I slowly move closer, the front of my body pressed against his right side, my right arm draped across his chest. I feel like I should say something but instinct tells me words are not needed nor wanted.  This is Bradley’s time to speak and he has, with sex and his unashamed emotions. We both drift off to sleep and I wake nearly two hours later to find my husband already wide awake, staring at the ceiling.  I still don’t know what to say about all of that emotion.  Now for the first time I remember how I was reacting before.  I was calling Bradley’s name out loud, rather loudly, digging my fingernails into his back.  Humping up as he humped downward.

“Hey,” he says almost shyly.

“Take care of your blue balls, did you?”

“I think I took care of more than that.  That’s the first time I have let my emotions pour out like that.  It’s how I’ve felt for most of the time that we’ve been together. But this is the first time I just let go to express my love in the way I feel inside.  I know I was crying but they were tears of joy and happiness, of showing my love and my thanks for having you with me. I’m so lucky to have you.  You keep me on a level plane.  You make me a better man.  You share my excitement about things. However, in all of that I still lack the words to truly express what I feel for you.”

“Bradley, I feel the exact same way about you.  I guess we simply complement each other.”

Bradley stares at the ceiling for a minute and turns to me, “Matthew, I know I say this a lot and I mean it sincerely every time I say it, but sex with you is like a dream come true.  I always wanted sex with a little kinkiness but no woman will do those things and you actually take pleasure in doing them.”

He stares at the ceiling, apparently composing his thoughts.

“You know, I look at other hot guys and wonder how they will look naked or think about their dick size, bigger or smaller than mine.  But I never think of them naked with me, or in bed with me or having sex with me.  Never.  When I jack off, it’s always remembering sex with you.”

“You still jack off?” I ask, just a bit shock in my voice.

“Of course, I do.  All men do.”

“Bradley, we have a lot of sex when we wake up and a lot of sex before we go to sleep.  Sex nearly every day like that, twice and never a quicky.  And often in the shower after we just had sex in bed.”

“So?”

“Bradley, you have pressed my curiosity button.  Tell me honestly, how many times do you jack off a day not counting our morning and bedtime sex.  How many?”

“Three probably. Four times a day for sure if you count the times when I wake up horny in the middle of the night. Some days it may be  one or two times more.”

“My god, Bradley.  You are the Sex Machine that James Brown sings about.” I chuckle.

“Problem?”

“No, babe.  No problem at all.  I’m just surprised that you have that much sexual energy.”

“How many times do you jack off at work,” Bradley asks.

“Well, once in a while I think about you and I go to the men’s room and stroke one off. But that doesn’t happen every day.  Sometimes not even once a week, I guess.”

“I don’t see how you go all day without coming, waiting until you get home and climb into bed.”

“But, Bradley, if you are jerking off that much you must interrupt something you’re working on to take care of it.”

“Sometimes when I am composing music or working on tracks, I get hard and horny, so I just stop, jerk off and then continue my work.  Those jack off times take only about two minutes.”

“Well, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.”

“The other day before you got home from work, I’m setting the table for dinner. I lean across the table and my crotch presses against the edge of the table giving me an instant erection. I jacked off into a paper towel right there in the kitchen.”

“Did you wash your hands afterward,” I asked jokingly.

“Hmmm.  I don’t remember.”

“Just teasing you, Babe. With as much of your cum as has wound up  in my belly, I’m not gonna worry about your hands being clean.”

We both laugh and crawl out of bed.

We dress and call Tilley to come over and reset the wall safe pin code. She has a few brochures for us to look over. “These are our dry land tourist attractions and they really are all worth seeing.  The rest of the sights you’ll find below the surface of the ocean.”

As soon as Tilly closes the door on her way out, Bradley comes up behind me, wraps his arms around me and squeezes me tightly against his chest.  He rests his chin on my shoulder and just above a whisper asks, “What’re we gonna do now?  How about we pile onto the bed and fuck again?

“Bradley we just did that.”

“OK, then, it’s settled.  We’ll go snorkeling.”

“What?  I didn’t say anything.  Did you hear something I didn’t say?”

“Babe, please, can we go out there and check out the water?  Please, please.”

I chuckle at Bradley’s excitement. “Yeah, OK.  I’m curious myself.”

We leave a few towels on the patio and, with snorkeling gear in hand, walk barefoot down to the beach, less than half-a-block away.

Looking down into the ocean through the snorkeling mask, the sights are breathtaking. While the coral is not overly impressive, the colorful sponges of various sizes and shapes make up for what the coral doesn’t show.  One sponge, the elephant ear variety can be six feet across and can live for 100 years.  There are so many others to marvel at, more than 57 varieties grow on the ocean floor in the waters just off the Grand Cayman beaches.

We swim out for about 100 meters and look around beneath us.  Since we are not greased with suntan lotion, in only a short time our backs begin to feel the exposure to the sun.  So, we end our first exploration of this beautiful place and return to the cottage.

“Bradley, I notice you brought a lot camera gear.”

“Yeah, cameras have gotten so small I’m able to bring along several different ones, including one for capturing the beautiful underwater world out there.”

“Bradley, I think you should rent some dive gear and get down there closeup to record that beauty.  You may never have a chance like this again.”

Bradley looks at me with a nearly disappointed look and says, “Babe, I want us to snorkel together and share the ocean’s beauty.”

“Look, when you dive, I can observe you from the surface.  You look up and you see me and I look down and see you.  We’re within sight of each other.  Do it.  Get some gear and dive.  You owe it to yourself.  I promise you; I will not feel neglected.  I will be happy to see you doing what you love. You have your dive certification card with you I hope.”

“That card is always in my wallet.”

“You shoot the video and we can check it out at night on the big screen TV and if you’re not happy with something you can reshoot the next day.  Oh yeah, that brochure of the crystal caves looks like it could also be something for your video cameras, too.”

“Yep, we have to check out everything.  The turtle farm is also likely for a good video story.”

“I suggest that we go and ask Tilley about a good dive shop.”

We enter the GPS info into Bradley’s Android phone and it directs our rental car to the recommended dive shop.  Bradley gets the gear he needs and we drive away, stopping at a supermarket to get food for dinner and breakfast fixings for tomorrow.

Back at the house, I’m in the kitchenette located to the left as you come into the house.  Bradley is in the bedroom, to the right off the living room area, checking out the dive gear in preparation for tomorrow’s adventure.  There’s so much on my mind and all of it good. 

I think about Sebastian sitting in for me for the next two weeks.  He’s in good hands, as Molly watches over him and guides him in the right direction.  She’s a pro and a great lady.

Most of my thoughts, however, are focused on Bradley.  He is so damned excited about this trip and the possibilities to use his cameras.  I still can’t accept what a wonderful man I am married to. He is never in a bad mood.  He always knows just what to say to bring me out of my own mood slump.  He’s has been taking a break from work after quitting the oil rig engineering job, but the job offer from the big boss ended his planned hiatus from the workforce.  He also has stashed a good deal of money in the bank, And the man has so many hobbies that also keep him busy.  Additionally, the manager at Flynn’s Karaoke Bar where Bradley proposed to me has been begging him to sing there at least one night a month for a few bucks.  That night we were there with the Navarro CEO, Bradley’s singing brought more customers in.  People were phoning friends to hurry down to Flynn’s.  The manager feels the added attraction can pull in new customers and make people more aware of the bar.  Bradley has an interest but no decision seems near on whether or not to sing there.  Right now, his only obligations, he says, are to me and he is not particularly looking to pick up any more.  I think he over did it by staying on the oil rig for a couple of years without leaving.  That became an obligation because the managers were depending on him always being there even though he wasn’t required to be.

My mind mainly lingers on the sex we had shortly after arriving here.  It was unlike anything we have done together before.  It was super-emotional, touching, exciting.  All of that and more.  I keep trying to understand what went on.  But maybe I should just accept it as a gift and understand that it may never happen like that ever again. But is really is a gift; Bradley giving himself to me in that highly emotional mood that left me speechless.  Giving.  Yes, I just now slowly realize that he was giving himself to me.  He wasn’t taking anything.  Just giving.

Bradley rushes into the kitchenette and full of excitement says, “The dive gear looks good, pretty new actually.  Some dive shops in other places rent gear that is so worn out, it’s dangerous to use, but they put it out there and take the money anyway.”

He walks over to me, puts his arms around me and gives me a deep, slow, kiss.  I wonder where this is going since I am up to my ass in dinner preparation.  But, hey! I’m easy.

Bradley looks around and asks, “Can I do something to help? Maybe set the table?”

“Thanks.  Get some plates out of that cabinet over there.  Knives and forks are in that drawer,” I point with a wooden cooking spoon in my hand.

Working together we get the food on the table quickly and sit down to eat.

“You know, I haven’t received a single message or e-mail from work,” I say.

“Well, if you feel neglected, you can always send a message to Molly or Basti.” Bradley pauses and is obviously thinking something over before he says what’s on his mind. “I don’t know if I should tell you this or not, but you can checkout Basti on the TV.  I found the satellite link while checking out the channels.  I don’t know if you want to reconnect with work while trying to get away from it for a while.”

“Thanks.  I’ll think about it.  I really shouldn’t watch him on our honeymoon and become distracted from our time alone here, away from life’s daily bullshit.

I see that you too have picked up on Sebastian’s nickname.  I think it’s cute.  And that boy is fucking drop-dead gorgeous, a lot more than just cute.”

“Where did that come from? I mean the nick.”

“Molly pinned that on him. Says it cuts the pronunciation from four syllables to two. The way she tells it; she met a woman while on vacation in Germany a few years ago.  The woman had a brother named Sebastian whose family and friends nicknamed him Basti.  Says that name and nick together are very common in Germany.”

During the meal we chat about our location, the cottage, tomorrow’s adventure and other subjects.  Then, Bradley looks as though a light bulb fired up in his brain.

“After dinner we can take a bottle of wine out to the patio and enjoy the endless beauty of this place. You game?” Bradley asks.

“Sounds like a plan.”

We’re sitting on the patio, sipping white wine when we notice a man walking from the next-door house toward us.  A bottle of wine in his hand.  The welcoming committee of one.

“Hi guys.  I’m Jack and I live over there,” he points over his shoulder.

“I’d like to welcome you to Grand Cayman. I saw you arriving today.”

“Would you like to join us?” I say to Jack.

“Thank you, yes I would.  And I brought this for you.  It’s from a local wine and cheese shop.”

“Jack, do you actually live here?” I ask.

“Yes, I do.  I’m a retired corporate lawyer from California.  I bought this place over a five-year period and moved here a year ago. I have no regrets about the move.  Well, no regrets except when there’s talk of a severe storm or hurricane, but on normal days I find Grand Cayman heaven on earth, as they say.”

Bradley offers, “We’re here on our honeymoon.”

Jack’s smile brightens as he reveals, “So you guys are also gay.  I thought so when I saw you together.  You look like a very hot couple. And I also play for your team.”

Jack is a very handsome man.  Obviously, a well-kept body hidden by shorts and a t-shirt, and the body promises to be as handsome as the rest of him.  He has a short, well-kept beard and short hair, both solid white. Sexy.

Within five minutes Jack asks if we’re interested in going to his place to get comfortable and see if we might have fun together.

“Well, we aren’t that far along in our relationship and marriage to talk about threesomes. I think I can speak for Matthew........ how fucking rude of us.  Sorry.  I’m Bradley and my husband is Matthew.  We’re from Dallas.”

“It’s quite all-right, just an oversight,” Jack says.

“Anyway, I think Matthew will agree with me that a threesome, if it ever happens, is way down the road on the reality timeline,” Bradley explains.

“Yes, Bradley is correct on that issue,” I add.

“I get it.  I’m too old for you young guys.  No problem,” Jack says with obvious disappointment.

“No, no.” Bradley counters. “We really do have such great sex that we don’t think about adding anyone else to the mix.  It really is that.  I, personally, find you a hot, sexy daddy.  Really.  If we were into       threesomes, we would have already gotten you into bed.”

“That’s very kind of you guys,” replies Jack.

There was a long period of silence. 

“Jack,” I cheerfully say, “Can we be friendly neighbors for the next two weeks?”

“Absolutely,” Jack replies.  He stands, shakes hands and says, “I’ll catch you guys tomorrow.  Thanks for the chat and your honesty.  I respect you for that and I do want us to be friends.”

After our neighbor left, Bradley and I both remained silent for a long while. 

“A penny for your thoughts,” I say as I shift my gaze to Bradley.

“Hhhhhhmmmm, I don’t think you want my thoughts to drag you down, Matthew.”

“Well vacations don’t have to be only about fun, fun, fun. We can discuss serious issues too, especially those things that may be bothering us.  I have no bothers since we arrived here.  The fucking workplace could burn to the ground and I wouldn’t give a shit.  I’m happy to be here with you. Now tell me what’s on your mind.”

Long pause for Bradley to gather courage and thoughts.

“I have this problem which I thought getting married would erase.  It didn’t.  I’m have a nearly constant fear that some day I will not be enough for you and it will destroy our happy home.  Matthew, you grew up knowing you are gay.  You had the coming-of-age experiences and grew into being a gay adult.  You have your one-night stands, a first love and all of those things a gay man normally experiences.  I was straight growing up and as an adult I suddenly found out that I am gay.  I had none of those life experiences to prepare me for my new life-style.  It happened overnight.  I don’t have all of your gay education and I am afraid some day you’ll get tired of me as an inexperienced husband.”

I had this excruciating pain as thought someone had stabbed me in the heart with a large kitchen knife.  I was angry with myself for not considering Bradley’s situation and helping him through the trauma.  I had left him hanging out to dry, alone, trying to find his way through a lifestyle he knew nothing about.  I want to get all emotional and cry and feel sorry for myself.  But I cannot do that now. I have to fix this.  I remember Bradley’s making love to me this morning, giving, giving, giving and taking nothing in return, I say to myself, struggling to stay afloat here in a puddle of confusion. 

Five minutes must have gone by before I stand, grab Bradley’s hand and pull him to his feet.”  Come with me.”  He starts to pick up the wine glasses and I say “Leave ‘em.”

I lead my husband to the cottage bedroom.  He stands there, confused and helpless.

I stand facing him, take his face between my hands and stare into his eyes, reaching his soul.  I can’t hold back my tears completely.  I caress his face, run my fingers through his hair. Bradley closes his eyes and presses his face into my hand like a puppy being given a little love and attention.

I slide my hands up his chest, he lifts his arms so I can remove his t-shirt.  I snap the top button on his shorts and drop them down to his ankles.  On my knees, I lift his feet and remove the shorts.  He stands there naked. From the floor, I look up at him, close my eyes and bury my face in his low-hanging balls. I lick his sperm chambers and then work on his already hard cock.  Licking, nibbling, I grab his long foreskin with two fingers from each hand, spread it open, push my tongue inside, tasting the precum covering the head of his tool.  I deepthroat so far down the shaft that he gasps and his body shudders.  His legs are slightly shaking.  I stand and lead him to the bed.  With my forceful push, he lands on his back and quickly scoots over to the middle of the bed.

I hover on all fours, lean down and press my lips to his. Bradley quickly opens his mouth to accept the intrusion on my tongue.  I taste the inside of his mouth, his tongue and teeth, move to his ears, rimming them with my tongue. Biting his neck, sucking on the skin to give him a marking for all to see.

“Yes, Matthew, mark me on the other side, too.  I want everyone to see your markings and know that I belong to you and only you.” He moans with satisfaction.

I lick and suck his nipples and for the first time ever, I take each nipple between my teeth and bite.

He moans and squirms, his dick bounces.  I have made a new discovery.

“Oh, yes, Matthew, nipples, do that again to my nipples, please.”

I work his nubs again as he squirms, squeals, whimpers. His lust and passion take a giant leap.

I am on auto pilot here, following instinct, understanding that no one has treated Bradley like this before, taking control and giving to him, giving without taking.

I grab the lube and prepare my ass.  Then I lube Bradley’s thick hardness, harder than I can remember.  I stroke slowly as he fucks my hand.  I get into position for a rocky ride and slowly slide down. Bradley moans as I wrap my warm, wet, slick, velvety fuck tube around his thick eight inches. After a brief pause, I start riding him hard, up quickly and slamming down onto him and into me.  I have never ridden him like this, but he has worked at fucking me like this and now I am giving back, doing all the work like he does for me.  I sense from his sounds and movements that he is about to come. After only a couple of minutes from the start, he is ready and I will not deny him the internal explosion he constantly craves, multiple times every day.

I lean back a little so I can reach his balls.  As soon as he starts to trip over the edge, I reach behind me, grab his balls and pull down, HARD!  It’s an erotic battle with Mother Nature who tries to pull his nuts up inside him like always and me blocking the move by hold his jewels down, preventing that natural function. The trick enhances the orgasm by several fold.

Bradley is cursing, squirming and damned near screaming as he competes his orgasm.  He slowly quiets and returns to earth.

I still ride slowly up and down but finally pull off and scoot down to position his still hard dick in front of my face.  I lick the shaft and take him in my mouth cleaning his cum and my ass juices.  I massage his balls as I lick him clean.

“Fuck me!” Bradley moans.  “Just when I think I have experienced everything with you, you surprise me yet again.”

I let my body drop down slowly onto him and stay there, my full body weight pressing him into the mattress.  He puts his arms around me and holds me tighter.

“You should be more aggressive like that when the mood strikes you,” he confesses. “I never experienced anyone taking control and slightly dominating me.  It’s all new to me and it’s very hot and super- satisfying.”

“On the patio when you were telling me about the problem you are dealing with, I realized that you have been giving and I have been taking.  You never had anyone giving to YOU.  So, I decided to try it a little, me doing all the work for YOU.  Me giving to you for a change.  It seems a little selfish of me but I truly thought you enjoyed being a 100% Top.  So, I went along with that. But I should have paid more attention to the fact that the only gay experiences you have had are with me and I have had learning experiences with so many guys from my teens into adulthood.”

“Matthew, it’s just the way that our relationship developed.  It’s no one’s fault and there’s nothing wrong with that development. Now we’ve starting correcting the situation, doing a little fine-tuning.  I’m serious when I say you shall be more aggressive when you have the urge. I don’t know where the development and progression of my gay lifestyle will go, but I am open and if it gets into something that I’m not comfortable with, I will say so. Just keep teaching me what I need to know.”

“Babe, I will be more aware of both you and me now and you’ll get from me as I get from you.”

“You know, I was a bit flattered when Jack came over and wanted to have a threesome with us.  I was being honest when I said I wasn’t interested in the sex, even though I find him a hot daddy.  I hope I didn’t speak wrongly for you.”

“No, we talked about this sort of thing early on.  If we decide to fuck around with other guys you and I will both have to agree on that and the agreement will happen before someone offers.  We can’t make that a spur-of-the-moment decision.  There’s too much at stake and too much danger for our relationship.  There are countless cases of happy couples breaking up instantly after deciding to climb into bed with one or more other men.  We cannot let that happen to us, Bradley.”

“I understand and agree,” he says. “We are way too compatible and aware of each other to do something stupid to make us hate each other.  I cannot imagine sex with anyone being as good as with you. Why would I want to have an orgasm with someone else who can’t give as good as you do? I can have a mind-blowing orgasm with you and enjoy total sexual fulfillment.  Why would I want to settle for something less?  You and I fit together like pieces of a puzzle.  Perfect fit.”

I am getting a little tired after the flight, snorkeling and other activities.  “Bradley, how about a shower and then we go to bed? We have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.”

We go to the bathroom, brush teeth and climb into the large walk-in shower.

I press my chest against Bradley’s and hold him tight for a couple of minutes.  Then I twist his nipples playfully and grab the bath sponge and soap.  I turn him around to wash his back.  When I get to his ass crack, I spend more time there than usual, teasing his hole a little, but without trying to get inside.  He rises onto his toes from the stimulation.  I kneel behind him and eat his ass for a few minutes, then stand and turn him facing me.  I wash his front and stroke him a little with one hand and massage his balls with the other.  No words from either of us, just the moans and groans from Bradley.  When I remove my hands, he opens his eyes and looks down at me, waiting.  But I don’t take him in my mouth like he expects and he remains silent.

I start to wash my front when Bradley turns me around and washes my back.  At my ass crack he shoves one finger inside and quickly adds a second one, finger fucking my cunt.  I moan with pleasure.  He turns me around and washes my front, giving me three strokes and no more.  Pulls down on my balls which pulls me up on my toes.  He washes his face and I wash mine.

Without speaking a word, we get out and dry off.

Walking into the bedroom, Bradley comes up behind me, puts his arms around me and whispers in my ear.  Matthew, may I ask you for something?”

“Anything, babe.  What is your wish, my husband?”

“Can we watch some porn together and just jackoff?”

“Did you find gay porn on the satellite?

“I brought some on a USB stick,” he confesses.

In the living room, Bradley plugs the USB stick into the TV and a player window pops up.

“How about this one?” he asks as he clicks on a video from the long list.

“I see you came prepared,” I say with a chuckle.

“I think we are both pretty tired by now and this will give us a little sex without the usual high energy requirement,” Bradley offers.

A couple of minutes into the video, Bradley reaches over, strokes me and kisses me so gently.  After the kiss ends, I stroke him and return the kiss.  This continues for a few minutes, watching, stroking, kissing.  I sense that Bradley is quickly approaching the goal of this exercise.  I get turned on even more at this point.  He quickly gets to his feet and shoots his load on my face.  That does it for me.  I quickly scramble to my feet, push Bradley back onto the couch, stand in front of him and cover his chest with my load.  I watch it run down his chest onto his abs.  I lean in toward him and lick off my jizz off his body.  As I lick, I give a little attention to his nipples.

“Matthew, if I weren’t so tired, I would be ready to come again with you chewing on my nips.”

“Yeah, we are not accustomed to all of the running around and physical activity we’ve had today.  I love being tired from physical stuff.”

“I’m pretty exhausted too,” Bradley says.  Let’s get some sleep and maybe tomorrow we can look into the Crystal Caves.”

“Good night, Bradley.  Sleep well, baby.”

“Sweet dreams, Matthew.  I love you so much.”

“Love you too, gorgeous.”

To be Continued......