Drillin the Driller

Drillin' the Driller's Ass -- Part 3

This is a fictional story between 2 adult males set in Wyoming in the 1980s. While I did work in construction and oil drilling rigs in my younger days I used that experience for creating the setting and this is a work of fiction. Pretty much. More or less. And please consider supporting Nifty so that we may continue to enjoy these stories: https://donate.nifty.org/

I woke up the next morning, my arms wrapped around Chad, his ass pressed against my stiff cock. I looked over at his smooth pale face, he looked so cute as he slept, so I leaned over and kissed his cheek lightly. He stirred from sleep, and his eyes widened in surprise as he saw me next to him. "What the fuck!" he shouted, as he pushed me away. "What the fuck are you doing in my bed! Get the fuck out, and get in your own godamned bed! I pulled back the covers and sat up in the bed. "You don't remember?" I asked softly, a look of disappointment obvious on my face. "Remember what?" he demanded curtly. "We got drunk, smoked a couple of joints, and played a game of strip poker. And then . . . well, we ended up in bed together. Chad shook his head in disbelief. "So, you got me drunk, high on the marijuana shit, and took advantage of me? Is that what you're telling me?". I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, you didn't seem to mind what we did". "Well, I do mind!" he retorted angrily. I'm not some kind of godamned faggot! He scowled at me. "But you apparently are". I nodded. "Yeah, I am. Does that bother you?". He shook his head and ignored my question. Well, I'm not! I'm totally into pussy! That was a one-shot deal, never gonna happen again, got it?". I nodded, got up, gathered my clothes, walked over to my bed, and began to get dressed.

"Do you want me to find another place to stay, Chad?" I asked softly. "What I want are some coffee and a hot shower!" he replied curtly. He got up and walked over to the kitchenette counter and fixed a pot of coffee. He was still naked and I gazed admiringly at his pert ass and long, sinewy legs. I felt a stirring in my loin, I was ready to go for it again. I had come to really like Chad, and really liked what we did together. I hoped I didn't screw things up by moving too fast. Chad walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I soon heard the shower going. I began to gather my things, figuring it would be best if I found another place to stay. It occurred to me Chad might also think it best if I found another job.

Chad came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of coffee. "You want some coffee?". I nodded. I'll pour you a cup. Come over here and sit with me, we need to talk". I took a seat, and sipped my coffee. "That hot shower cleared my head," Chad began. I do remember most of what happened last night. I got drunk, and you got me to smoke some pot". I nodded. "And you got me to play strip poker. You lost the first hand, and I got you to suck my dick. And then you got me to play a second hand and tricked me into betting my ass. I lost, and you fucked me. Real hard. My ass is sore as hell this morning". "Sorry?" I offered. "I checked it in the bathroom mirror. It's a little red and puffy, but no serious damage, I guess". "Sorry," I offered again. "You'll be real sorry if you ever try that again" he cautioned. "Not if you don't don't want to" I assured him. He ignored me and sipped his coffee. "So, I guess it's best if I find another place to stay?" I questioned. "That's if you still want me on the crew". "Whaat?" Chad questioned, looking at me sharply. "Of course I want you on the crew! You're a damn good hand. And yeah, I want you to stay here. I've kinda got used to having you around. And damnit, I kinda like you".I looked him in the eyes. "Thanks, Chad. `ppreciate that. I like you too, you're fun to be with". Chad smiled. "That's settled, then. I'm just not sure I want to do . . . that stuff again". I nodded, but noted the softening of his position on doing it again. "You're the boss, whatever you say goes" I reassured him.

We worked the swing shift that day, the relief crew showed up at 11 pm to relieve us, and we drove into town with the other hands, Smitty and JJ. Chad dropped them off at their motel and drove on. "I feel like a couple of drinks, let's go to the Horseshoe Saloon?". "Naw" I replied, "I'm dead tired, just drop me off at the motel and you go on by yourself?". "Fine, lightweight". Chad dropped me off and sped away in his pickup. I went inside. I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. Finding nothing I wanted to watch I decided to hit the sack. I stripped out of my clothes and snuggled under the covers and drifted off to sleep. I was awakened by the door banging against the wall and the sound of a woman giggling. "I'm so fucking wasted!". "Shssh" Chad whispered hoarsely. "Oh! You got a roommate? Let's do a three-way, stud!" "Fuck no, I don't do that shit! I got more than enough to make you happy". I pulled the covers more tightly around me. "Oooh, you've got a nice big one, fuck me, you stud!". There was the unmistakable sound of fucking, Chad grunting, and a woman moaning in pleasure. I pulled the covers around my head to muffle the noise. A tear flowed down my cheek, and I drifted off to sleep.

I was awakened by Chad climbing into bed with me. I turned to face him. "What's up, dude?" Chad put his arm around me. "I needed to be with you" he whispered. "Where's your woman?" I questioned. "I got rid of her. I told her I needed to get up at 6 am, and she needed to go. She was pissed and stormed out. Good riddance". There was something about the expression on Chad's face, something was troubling him. "What's wrong?" I whispered. Chad sighed. "Something really weird happened. We both passed out. I knew in my sleep someone was next to me in bed, and I was dreaming it was you, like the other night. And I wanted you, I wanted your cock, so I reached for it, on her. And when there was nothing there it shocked me so much that I sat up, wide awake. And I looked at the bitch next to me, and then looked over at you. And I knew it was you that I wanted. God damn you!". I looked at him curiously. "I don't know how you got a hold on me so fast, but you do, you got some kind of a hold on me". "Maybe my good looks and charming personality?" I suggested. He took my hand and placed it around his stiff cock. "Well, whatever the hell it is you do this to me". "Uh-huh. You're still horny?". "I didn't get off with her. She just didn't do it for me. You do. Do you want to fuck me again? It's OK if you do". "No" I replied softly, smiling at the look of disappointment on his face. "We're not going to let that nice hard cock go to waste, I want you to fuck me". I pulled back the covers, reached in the drawer of the nightstand and tossed the tube of lube to him. "Lube your cock up, and lie flat on your back. I want to ride it".

Chad did as I instructed and I straddled him and guided his raging hardon to my hole. I grimaced slightly as his stiff cock breached my hole, but sank down further until he was full length inside me. "Oh man, that feels so fucking good! This is exactly what I needed, you feel so good inside me!". "It feels so good to be inside you! You're so tight and warm inside, I've never felt something that felt so good!". I lifted myself up until he was almost out of me, and then sat back down abruptly. "Oh fuck! That feels so damn good!" Chad moaned. I pushed up with my legs and thrust down, driving that hard cock inside me as far as I could get it. And then again, and again, and again. "Oh yeah! Ride me, cowboy, ride me!". "Yeah bronco, I'm going to ride you until the sun comes up, and then ride you some more! I fucking love the feeling of your cock inside me" "I'm not sure I can last that long! It feels so damn good inside you, I've never felt anything so good in my life!". I continued my frantic pushing up with my legs and then plunging down on his rock-hard cock as hard as I could, moaning and groaning loudly. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum!" Chad sighed lustfully. "I'm going to blow my load!". I began to jerk my stiff cock. "Do it! Do it! Blow your load inside me! Breed me you stud, breed me! Make me your bitch! I want your cum deep inside me!". "Oh fuck!" I shouted as my cum spurted out of my cock onto Chad's chest. Chad grunted and moaned as his cock spasmed deep inside me. I leaned forward and Chad wrapped his arms around me. I kissed him on his lips, and he opened his mouth to accept my tongue. At length, we broke off our kiss. "We'd better get some shut-eye if we're going to be worth a shit out on the rig tomorrow" Chad whispered. "We'll, today, actually". I straddled my legs as I twisted away from him, keeping him inside me. "What are you doing?". I want you to stay inside me, I want to feel your cock deep inside me as I fall asleep". Chad put his arm around me and pulled me tightly against him, his cock filling me, and we drifted off to sleep..

The days passed. Chad and I slept in each other's arms every night. Chad seemed to prefer fucking me, and I certainly had no objection. But every now and then I'd get him to go for a round of strip poker and get him to bet his ass; he always let me win. After two days off we switched to the graveyard shift. One evening we were having dinner at a table in the Horseshow Saloon. As I looked around I noticed a guy smiling at me from a seat at the bar. He seemed familiar and he coyly winked at me. I struggled to place where I knew him from, and then it came to me: Craig, Colorado. I'd met him at a bar, and we struck up a conversation. He kept talking about how horny he was, and when he said he could fuck a snake if he could figure out how to hold it still, I decided to go for it and told him he wouldn't need to figure out how hold me still. He broke into a wide grin and asked if I had a place we could go. I took him to my hotel room and he fucked the daylights out of me. From his smile, I knew he wanted another go at it. Chad noticed my looking at him and his smile. "Do you know that guy?". "Yeah, I met him in Craig. I think his name is Clint. We hooked up together". "You hooked up?" Chad repeated sternly. I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah. I met him at a bar, and he kept going on about how horny he was, so I knew what he wanted and took him back to my place". Chad reached for his wallet and slammed some money on the table. "C'mon, let's get outta here!". I noticed the angry glare he gave Clint as he walked past. I climbed into his pickup, he started it up, and we drove out to pick up the other crew members, Smitty and JJ. "Are you jealous or something?" I blurted out. "Fuck no!" Chad hissed. We drove on. "Well . . . "Chad began slowly. "Yeah, I guess I am. A little. I really like you, and think what we have together is pretty good. I don't want to share you with anyone else". "Well, the last time I checked I'm over 21 and free to do whatever I want!" I retorted. "Yeah, fine!" Chad spat out. "But if you fuck somebody else we're done! I just don't think I could deal with that, it would hurt too damn much".

We picked up Smitty and JJ and drove out to the rig pretty much in silence. We worked through the night, adding another 30-foot section of pipe to the pipe stand to keep the drill bit grinding away through the rock thousands of feet below. I kept thinking about what Chad had said. Yeah, I had considered hooking up with Clint again, thinking how fun it could be. But I hadn't considered how that would make Chad feel. I knew I liked guys at an early age, and never saw how there could be anything wrong with that. You like girls? Great, go for it! I just think guys are a helluva lot more fun. I was in my early 20s and it was the early 1980s. If I had been straight I would have been thinking about finding a nice girl and maybe settling down with her, and maybe even thinking about starting a family. But I wasn't straight, and that seemed like a prison sentence to me; I wanted to be free from obligations. I was very happy that I was gay because it allowed me see things differently, think differently, and be free to do whatever I wanted and be free to be who I was. I had a whole life ahead of me, a whole wide world to explore, and I felt that I needed to be on my own to do that. So, I'd been happy with pretty much one-night stands, `Wham, bam, thank you man!', and on to the next conquest. But what Chad had said about it hurting too much if I ever fucked around with another guy made me think about what I had gotten myself into. I had grown really fond of Chad, and what we had together was pretty good. I would never want to see him hurt. I wondered about how it would make me feel if he ever messed around with anyone else. And then I remembered how I felt when he brought that woman home, and remembered the tear I had shed. It had hurt because he was trying to reject me, trying to convince me he was really straight and he didn't want or need me. But because he was living a lie he had failed, he did want and need me. And then I realized why my sleeping with someone else would hurt him: because he would consider that my rejecting his feelings for me. I was discovering what love was all about, for the first time in my life. So, what the hell do I do now, I wondered? What I decided was to explore this new world I had discovered and see where it would take me, and Chad.

The next afternoon we were watching TV in the motel room cuddling when the phone rang. Chad got up and walked over to the black, corded rotary phone and picked it up. "Hello? Yes, this is Chad Amboy. WHAAT? What happened? Where is she?" Chad listened intently. At length, he held his hand over the cradle speaker. "It's my mother, she had a stroke, and she's in the hospital in ICU". "I'll go for a cup of coffee in the motel office and give you some privacy" I whispered. It was about half an hour when Chad came to get me. "My mother had a stroke and they're not sure if she's going to make it, and if she does make it they're not sure if there will be any brain damage. We're very close, and I gotta go to her, she's my mama. So I called the company headquarters and told them I needed a week off for a medical emergency. They can't get another driller out here until tomorrow, so I got to work the graveyard shift tonight. I called and booked a flight from Salt Lake City to Albuquerque tomorrow afternoon. I nodded. Chad turned to the motel clerk. "How long am I paid up to?". The clerk told him and Chad took a wad of money from his wallet. "Here, I'll pay up to the end of the month, for both of us".

The graveyard shift that night was one where you really earned your pay. We had been at 6200 feet when the drill bit wore out. That meant well over a mile of 6" steel pipe had to be hauled out, three 30' sections at a time. For four hours solid we hauled that pipe out. I was lead tong man. When the boom fastened to cables at the top of the tower would pull up 90' of the pipe, I would throw the clamp - a wedge-shaped iron clamp - into the "hole", and the pipe would be let down slightly until lodged firmly in place. Then I would "throw" the tongs - wrestle a giant pipe wrench-like tool suspended by cables - onto the base of the pipe. Chad would then pull the tong back with pulleys and cable, and the tong would break the threaded seal of the pipe. Then Smitty would "throw the chain" - wrapping a thick chain around the base of the pipe. Chad would pull back the chain with the pulleys and cable, and the chain would turn the pipe, unscrewing it from the pipe below. Then came the tricky part - stacking the 90' section of pipe into the back of the derrick. Chad, Smitty, and I would gather around the base of the pipe, gripping it tightly. JJ, the Derick Hand, a hundred feet above us at the top of the tower, would grip the top of the pipe. Chad when then push the lever to pull the pipe up. JJ would lean out and pull the top of the pipe towards him in the back of the derrick. We three on the bottom end of the pipe would struggle to hold on to the end as it swung toward the back of the derrick, guiding it into place, and then stand clear as Chad lowered the boom to stack the pipe into place. You had to hold onto the pipe firmly, or it would swing free and crash into the other pipe. And you had to make sure you didn't get caught between the pipe and a stack of another pipe, or you would be crushed. While we all wore steel-toed boots, you had to make sure your feet were clear of the pipe when it lowered, or your foot would be crushed flat by the 1000 pound pipe. But we were a good team and worked in unison for four solid hours hauling out the pipe. Then a few minutes rest while a new drill bit was screwed into the end of the pipe, and the whole process was reversed, lowering the sections of the pipe, clamping them into place, swinging out a new section, screwing it into place, and lowering that section into place.

We had finally finished. The drill was spinning steadily, grinding away thousands of feet below in search of the pocket of oil the geologist was certain lay below. We were in a layer of solid granite, the drill bit only making a few feet per hour. With any luck, we wouldn't have to add another section of pipe for the rest of the shift. The others were in the 'dawghouse' - the cramped, steel-sided shed on the rig platform with lockers and benches for the crew. JJ and Smitty smoked cigarettes, lighting one after another after hours of not being able to smoke. I was enjoying the fresh air out on the rig platform. I heard the hinges of the dawghouse door creak as the door opened. I turned to see Chad step outside. He saw me standing out by the railing, smiled and nodded, and headed toward me. I smiled back. "Well," Chad began, stepping up next to me. "We sure earned our pay tonight, didn't we?" I nodded in agreement. "Way I see it, that day shift owes us one, havin' everything all set for them with a new bit and all" he continued. I nodded again. "I sure wish we had some time to . . . be together tomorrow, instead of me having to head right out to Salt Lake". "Why is that?" I questioned, and then saw the look in his eyes. "You're horny, you bastard!". Chad winked at me. Yeah, I'm horny as hell, and we won't get to be together again for a week. I, uh, was thinking that maybe we'd have the time for some quick fun tonight yet before the end of our shift." "Out here on the rig?" I blurted out. "Are you crazy? We could get caught, and then there'd be all hell to pay." "Naw" Chad assured me. "The drill is all set; it won't need any attention until after the morning shift gets here. Smitty and JJ are resting in the dawghouse there, smoking cigarettes, and talkin' story. My heart quickened and my dick stirred at the thought of being with Chad and the danger of being with him out here on the rig. "You see that grove of juniper trees out yonder?" he asked, motioning with his head out to our right. Straining my eyes in the darkness I could make out the clump of trees. I nodded in reply. "There's a little clearing in the center of that grove. You be out there in a couple of minutes, waitin' for me. Be all ready for me. I'll go tell the others you're down below, checking the pipe fittings underneath the rig. I'll grab a roll of toilet paper, and they'll figure I'm headed out to the bushes to take a crap and will steer clear". I nodded in agreement and set out in search of what I needed.

A few minutes later, I was waiting for him in the small clearing in the center of the juniper grove. I heard the snap of a twig, and the rustle of branches, and then Chad stepped into the clearing. My eyes, already adjusted to the dim light, could make out Chad's face, and eyes. His eyes were eager with anticipation. I pulled down on the long zipper of my coveralls. The striped, heavy cotton coveralls hung loosely on my body. I slipped out of the shoulders and arms of the coveralls, and let them drop to my feet. I was naked underneath. I had already stripped out of my clothes, stacking them on the ground, and put on the coveralls back on to stay warm in the cool night air while I waited. I could see the glint in Chad's eyes as he looked me over approvingly. He unzipped his coveralls, let them drop to his feet, undid his belt buckle and zipper, and pushed his pants down to his knees. His long, thick cock, already semi-hard, stuck out with the head arching downward. His cock twitched, jerking upward, and began to point toward me, like a divining rod to water. I gazed at his cock, transfixed, as I watched it rapidly engorge and lengthen. I felt my own cock twitch and my balls tighten.

"Turn around" he whispered. I turned around slowly, hobbling with the coveralls around my feet. I stretched forward, gripping my hands around a branch. I planted my feet apart as widely as the coveralls bunched around my ankles would permit and thrust my ass backward, presenting it to Chad to use for his pleasure. Chad looked down at me, admiring what lay before him. The pale white skin of my firm, round butt checks beckoned light a beacon in the dim light, contrasting with the fading summer tan of my muscled legs. My narrow waist accented the round fullness of my ass. The muscles of my broad, strong shoulders rippled like waves into my outstretched arms. Chad stepped closer, his long, thick cock hard as a rock, aimed at my asshole. His large hands gripped each of my butt checks, massaged, and then gripped them more tightly. One of his long, sinewy fingers probed the entrance to my hole. It was slick, and his finger slid in easily. My ass was all lubed and ready for his entry. That was what he had meant when he told me to "be all ready for him". I had to think about what I could use for lube that was around on the oil rig. I had decided on wheel bearing grease. At least it was white grease, and wouldn't stain my shorts too badly. And it was very slick, as Chad's long finger probing and twisting around inside my ass could attest. Chad removed his finger from my hole, grabbed each of my butt cheeks firmly, and spread them apart. I felt the large knob of his cock head press against my hole and then slide in. I exhaled slowly, sighing softly, as I felt the length of his cock slide into me. His thick pubic thatch brushed against my ass. He gripped my hips firmly and then thrust sharply forward while pulling my ass backward with his grip on my hips, slamming the last of his cock deep inside my guts. I shuddered with pleasure, shivering with excitement and from the coolness of the night air against my naked skin. Goosebumps rippled across my skin, and my nipples hardened. I braced my arms more tightly around the juniper branch and planted my feet more firmly on the ground in anticipation of the assault on my ass I knew would follow. I felt Chad's cock withdraw until the knob was lodged just inside my ass ring and then slammed forward as I was pulled backward. He did it again, and then again and again in a furious rutting in my ass.

"Oh God, Chad!" I moaned. "Your cock feels so fucking hot in my ass. Do it to me, man. Pound my ass. Give it all to me, give it to me hard! You know I love it. I love it! I love it! Oh God! I love your big cock fucking my ass. My ass was made just for your cock to use. Use it! Use me! Use me for your little fuck boy. Fuck me, Chad. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Chad liked it when I talked dirty to him. While I liked pleasing Chad, it was not entirely selfless. Talking dirty to Chad set him off in a fucking frenzy. The frantic thrusts of his cock in me set my ass on fire, the sensations coming from my ass shooting like bolts of electricity throughout every nerve in my body. Chad's thrusts came fast and furious now, his cock slamming into me like the piston of a fucking machine. I gripped the juniper branch as hard as I could to avoid being knocked over by the pile driver slamming into me. The entire tree shook with each slam into me. I couldn't talk anymore, just gasp and gulp for air, hoarsely panting. "Fu -uck! Fu-uck! Fu- uck m-m-m-e!". Chad's cock engorged even harder. He slammed his cock once more full length into me, and then I felt the liquid warmth of his cum gushing deep inside my guts. Chad gasped, and then gasped again pushing his cock against my ass in small thrusts with each spurt of cum. I reached down to my cock. On a good fuck, Chad could fuck me for an hour before cuming. I could time my own climax to match his. Tonight's fuck had been fast and furious, out of necessity, and I wasn't quite there yet. I wrapped my fist around my cock and began to jerk swiftly, to shoot my cum into the dust below. It was then I heard the snapping of twigs and leaves being crushed by footsteps and the sound of branches of the trees around us being shoved roughly aside.

"Well, lookie what we have here!" JJ laughed, as he and Smitty stepped into the clearing. "Having some fun, fellas?" Smitty asked, looking down at us. I was still bent forward, gripping the Juniper branch, with Chad behind me, his cock buried in my ass. The blood drained from my face, and I felt deathly cold. I couldn't imagine anything more embarrassing than being discovered by the others on my roughneck crew being bent over and impaled on Chad's cock. Some things are just meant for private. "Looks like we got us a couple of shit packers" Smitty laughed. "Um, looks to me like one shit packer, and one shit pack-ee" JJ corrected, snickering, nodding at my bent-over position. "Looks like you owe me a dollar, Smitty" JJ continued. "Yes sir-ee" Smitty agreed, fishing in his pocket. He extracted a crumpled dollar bill and handed it to JJ. "It was worth a dollar to see this," he said, laughing. "Smitty here saw Chad sneaking out here into the junipers" JJ explained. "He told me 'bout it, and bet me a dollar Chad was sneaking out here to pull his pud, He couldn't help but notice Chad had a pretty big bulge in his pants. I looked around and saw you was gone too. I've seen a couple of times how Chad would sneak a look at your butt. I also saw how you smiled at him sometimes. I bet Smitty that ole Chad here wasn't coming out here to pull his pudd. Didn't need to. He had some pussy waiting for him out here, just the three-legged beaver variety." He laughed loudly at his joke. Smitty stepped closer, pressing his face close to mine, glaring. "So, how 'bout it?" he asked harshly. "That true? Are you a little pussy boy? You the boss man's piece of ass?"

My face flushed red, as the blood raced back, the humiliation of being caught getting butt fucked rapidly replaced by anger. I pushed myself to a standing position, pulling my butt forward, and Chad's cock slid out of my ass. I clenched my fists and stepped closer to Smitty, glaring in rising anger. I was dog tired, having worked my butt off for six solid hours on the rig changing that damn drill bit. I'd just had a fast, furious fuck, only to be interrupted in getting myself off. I was not in the mood to take Smitty's shit "Now boys, now boys" Chad pleaded, as he pulled his pants up and stuff his cock back in them. "We were just having a little fun. It's my fault. I talked him into trying it. He's never done anything like this before" he lied. "Oh yeah?" JJ questioned. "Never done this before?" He placed his hand over his crotch and rubbed it, exaggeratedly, and began to swivel his hips. "Oh God, Chad" he moaned, mimicking my moans of pleasure a few moments before. "Oh God, Chad! Your cock feels so fucking hot in my ass. Do it to me, man. Plug my ass. You know I love it. I love it! I love it! Fuck me, Chad Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

The rush of emotions I felt continued, as my anger changed back to the humiliation of hearing my slutty talk repeated back to me. "If that was his first time for being on the receiving end of a good butt fuck, then you must be the world's best corn holer, Chad" Smitty snickered. "You had him hotter than a two-dollar pistol." He motioned toward my still-stiff cock with a nod of his head "Look. His ole' dick is still poking straight out, hard as a rock. I don't think he got enough yet tonight." "How 'bout it?" JJ coaxed. "You still hot for some more dick? Hmmm, boy? How's 'bout this one?" I watched in stunned surprise as he slowly unfastened his belt buckle, unzipped his pants, and slid them down toward his knees. I'd never really thought about JJ in a sexual way. He had always been aloof, calling me the 'little city slicker greenhorn'. But, he was a handsome man. He kinda reminded me of the Marlborough Man in those cigarette ads. Tall and tough, his dark hair always slicked back, his face ruggedly masculine. JJ straightened up, and his cock sprung forward menacingly. Nearly fully hard already, it stretched out a solid 8". Thick veins coursed its 3" thickness. He was uncut. The piss slit on the head of his dick peered out at me from the cap of his foreskin. Dark, thick public hair framed his cock, and continued down around his long ball sac. His large oval balls hung down a full 6" from the base of cock. I watched, mesmerized, as he grabbed his cock with his hand and pulled the skin back. The bulbous head of his cock poked out from under the canopy of his foreskin. "How 'bout it, boy?" he asked. "Wanna try this cock on for size? Come over here and suck on it for me."

Alright, this has gone on far enough" Chad said firmly "He's not going to suck your damn dick. How about I just fire both of your asses?". "Oh yeah?" JJ countered. "And how about me and Smitty telling anyone who will listen about what we just saw? You ballin' the hell outta him, you both lovin' it, and both of you sure seem to have a helluva lot of practice doin' it? Hmmm? You want that to get around?". I saw the color drain from Chad's face. I stepped closer to JJ. "If I suck your dick and get you off, you promise you'll never tell a soul? JJ nodded. "I swear. I really don't want it to get around that I let some fag suck my dick. It'll just be our little secret". "Hey, what about me?" Smitty spoke up. I turned to face him. "I'll suck you off, too". Smitty shook his head. "Naw, that's OK. You suck on JJ's cock, and I'll just have a crack at your ass. A hole is a hole, and Chad sure seemed to enjoy using it". "No, don't do it" Chad insisted. "We'll just move on, find some other rigs, maybe up north?". "And let these two blabber about what they saw?" I replied. "No, I'll do it, so they'll keep it quiet about it". I knelt down in front of JJ. and gripped his cock with my hand, and pressed forward, his cock entering deeply in my mouth. "Oh yeah" JJ whispered. "That's it. Suck it. Suck it really hard." I slurped lustfully on his cock, making sure he enjoyed his first fag blowjob. He was just using me but if something is worth doing it's worth doing right. I pressed more of his cock in my mouth; he pressed forward against the back of my throat, and I suppressed my gag reflex and let it slide down my throat. "Goddamn, you are one hell of a cocksucker!" JJ whispered hoarsely. I felt Smitty's cock press against my hole, and then he slammed it into me full length. His thrust pushed more of JJ's cock down my throat, and I grunted and groaned around JJ's cock as I was fucked furiously on both ends. My mouth stretched wider and wider as I engulfed his fat cock. I felt my teeth scrape against the top of his dick as he pulled back. "Watch the teeth, damnit" Smitty cursed, cuffing me alongside my head. I obeyed, instinctively covering my teeth with my lips. His cock pressed further into my mouth, pressing against the back of my throat. He gripped my head with his hands, driving his cock more deeply into me. I gasped for air around his thick cock lodged in my throat. I glanced over at Chad; he had turned away, not wanting to watch his crew use me for their pleasure.

All the while Smitty continued furiously rutting inside me. My ass, still slick with grease and relaxed from the furious reaming Chad had just given me, accommodated his cock easily as the length of his cock rammed into me, again and again, and again. I was their ass and mouth pussy in the middle, feeding me more cock than I'd ever had in my life. I don't how long they mouth and ass fucked me; it seemed to go on forever. Finally, on one of the forward thrusts down my throat from JJ, I felt his cock convulse, and then erupt hot cum down my throat. Smitty punched his cock deeply in me in short thrusts and began to moan. I felt his cock twitch, and then spray hot cum in my ass. Both of them shooting their loads in me from both ends took me over the edge. My balls tightened and I shot load after load into the dirt below, my cock twitching with every spurt, without touching myself. JJ and Smitty pulled their cocks from my ass and mouth, wiping them clean on my ass and mouth cheeks. "Hot damn" JJ exclaimed, gasping for breath. "That was better than a hundred-dollar Vegas whore" he declared. "You got something special here, boss. I might have to just re-think not taking advantage of that faggy shit". They fastened their pants and walked back toward the rig.

I stood up and walked over to my pile of clothes and began to get dressed. "I'm so sorry they made you do that," Chad said softly. "They were pretty rough on you. Are you OK? Did they hurt you?" I shook my head. "No, I'm fine. JJ kept ramming his cock down my throat, and it's sore as hell, but I'll get over it. I did it for you, so they would keep quiet about you and me". "I told you that you didn't need to do it, I could move away and find work somewhere else". "I didn't want you to have to move anywhere, especially without me," I replied. "I want you to be happy. You've let your fear of being gay run your life far too long, and it needs to stop, right now, right this minute. You're perfect exactly the way you are. You're hard-working, a damn good driller, and so damn handsome. Your only fault is lying, bullshitting, and trying to convince yourself and others that you're really straight. You're such a stud in the sack with me, and what the hell is really the difference that you make me feel so good in bed instead of some chick? You're perfect just the way you are, and I'm so very much in love with who you are!". Chad's mouth opened in surprise. "Whaaat? You can't be in love with me. I really like you, a lot, but . . .". "But what?" I spat out. "You know damn well that you're in love with me". Chad began to protest, and I cut him off. "Remember when you got all jealous over that guy in the Horseshoe trying to hit on me? And do you remember when you told me that if I had sex with anyone else we were done? That it would hurt you too badly?" Chad nodded. "That's what love does to you. I knew at that moment that you were in love with me, and that's when I decided to let myself fall in love with you". "You `let' yourself fall in love with me?" Chad repeated. "Yeah" I replied, "Being in love with you love scares the crap outta me. Especially out here in the boonies where everyone would hate and maybe even try to hurt us if they knew what and who we really are. But the way I see it when love hits you gotta let it win you over, or you'll regret it the rest of your life. Deal with who you are, free your mind of fear and accept who you are, and let yourself love me as much as I love you". I turned to finish getting dressed and walked back to the rig; I could hear Chad footsteps behind me.

The relief crew showed up, and we drove back into town in silence. We dropped off JJ and Smitty and drove to our motel. Chad pulled up to our room. I reached for the car door handle when Chad told me to wait. He looked around cautiously to make sure no one was watching, and then pulled me into him and kissed me on the lips. "You know what? You're right, of course, damnit. I'm very much in love with you" he whispered, "you're the best thing that ever happened in my life. Being in love with you both scares the hell out of me and excites me more than anything I've ever felt. But I'm going embrace loving you and go with it wherever it takes us. I kissed him back. "Give your mama a kiss and a hug for me? You don't need to tell her who it's from". Chad smiled. "I hope I get I get a chance to tell her who it's from, and who I love. It might take her some time to get used to the idea, but I know she'll be happy that I found love, that's what mothers do. Um, you'll be here waiting for me when I get back?". I looked at him with an amused expression on my face. "Do you think you could get rid of me just by being gone for a week? No such luck babe, you're stuck with me. I will always be here for you, only you, and you can always count on that".