Drillin' the Driller's Ass -- Part 4
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 late in the afternoon, the sunlight streaming brightly through the window. I looked over at Chad's bed and felt an emptiness, I already missed him and dreaded the long week we would be apart. I got out of bed and got a pot of coffee going, and jumped in the shower. After the second cup of coffee, I realized how hungry I was and decided to drive over to Denny's, they served breakfast all day and their Grand Slam breakfast was one of my favorites. I took a seat in a booth and placed my order. I was sipping on a cup of coffee when I became aware someone was standing next to my table. I looked up; it was Clint, and he was smiling broadly. "You are eating by yourself?" he questioned. "Yep. Would you like to join me?". "Thanks, I would". After he took a seat I reached over to shake his hand. "Your name is Clint, isn't it?". "Yeah it is, Clint Smith, good of you to remember. But I'm sorry, I've forgotten yours". "Dave, Dave Parker". I studied his face. His long hair was coal black, and his day-old beard stubble framed his handsome, masculine face. My order arrived, and Clint ordered a cup of coffee. I attacked my plate of pancakes, bacon, sausage links, and eggs with relish. "That sure was a wild time we had together back in Craig". I looked up and saw the glint in his eyes. I looked down quickly and nodded. "Yep. That was a pretty wild night". "I'd sure like to have another go at it" he whispered. I took a bite of my pancakes and looked up directly into his eyes. "Yeah, I got that impression. But sorry, I can't". A look of confusion crossed his face. "I'm in a . . . relationship, I guess you call it, with another guy," I told him firmly. "I'm in love with another guy is a better way to describe it. And we only sleep with each other".
Clint was silent for a moment. "That guy you were with the other night at the Horseshoe?". I nodded. "He sure gave me a look of stink eye when you guys left. I wondered what his problem was with me, I guess that explains it". "His name is Chad. He noticed you looking at me and asked who you were. I told him that we hooked up in Craig. We were just beginning to realize our feelings for each other, and he was discovering jealousy for the first time". Clint nodded. "Where is he?". "He's back home in New Mexico for a week. His mother is sick and in the hospital, and he went to be with her". Clint cocked an eye. "Ah. Well then, he would never know if we hooked up again" he suggested. I looked him square in the eye. "I would know, and it would bother the hell out of me. I'm very much in love with him, in love for the first time in my life, and I'm going to make damn sure it works. I'm flattered you want to do it again, but the answer is no". I felt his eyes studying me as I ate my breakfast. "You know" he began, "I respect that. I always kind of hoped I'd end up that way myself, hooked up with a guy". "So, you consider yourself gay?". Clint frowned, and looked around to make sure no one was listening. "I've never been big on labels" he began in a lowered voice, but yeah, I only like guys". I smiled. "I like you, Clint. You seem like a real nice fella, and it's not often you meet guys out here in the boonies with . . . um, similar interests. "Tell me about yourself, what's your story?".
Clint nodded. "Well, OK. I grew up in Pinedale, a small town north of here, near the Wind River range. We had a small place, just a couple of acres, a little north of town. My pa worked at the sawmill, and my ma took care of the place. Just an older sister and me. Growing up I had a couple friends. And we always thought girls were dumb, girls that only cared about looking pretty and only cared about silly girly things. I knew I liked boys and had a couple of buddies that I could talk into messing around, I'll show you mine if you show me yours', that kind of stuff. And then puberty hit, and my buddies suddenly discovered girls, and how they made them feel, um, down below. But I didn't seem to get the memo. I still had no interest in girls and knew how boys made me feel down below. In high school, I had a buddy who liked beer. And when he drank beer I could talk him into things. One day my ma caught us out in the barn with his dick in my mouth. She chased him off and told him to never come back. And when she told my pa he told me to get the hell out of his house, he didn't want a goddamned faggot for a son. So, I left. I'd saved up some money working odd jobs and had bought an old pickup. So, I threw what I wanted into a backpack and left. I drove out to a dirt road to spend the night, sleeping in the truck, thinking about what I should do. I didn't have much money, so getting a job was tops on the list. But I wanted to go to a place where no one knew me. So, in the morning I drove over to Casper and got a job working construction. I started out as a hod carrier, lugging wheelbarrows of mortar to the stone masons. Now I'm a mason, I lay block and brick out at the power plant they're building out north of town". I nodded. "Well, sorry you had that happen to you. I guess I'm lucky, my parents never caught me doing what I liked to do with guys. I grew up in Denver, and Denver has a lot of gay bars. You ever go to Denver?". Clint frowned. "Yeah, I heard about those gay bars in Denver and went down there once. I didn't like it. I've never liked city life, and those guys in those gay bars can be . . . well, pretty forward. One guy grabbed my ass, and another tried to kiss me. That's just not my style, you just don't do that to someone you don't know". I nodded. "You got anything going on here?". Clint frowned. "Well, sort of. There's this kid that works as a laborer out at the power plant. I guess he noticed me checking him out, and asked if we could get together sometime. He's a real pothead, and I suspect he's into some other drugs. So, I pay him to let me fuck him. He's shacked up with some slut who also lets men fuck her for money. He tells me he does it with me only for the money, but I can tell he likes it more than he lets on. And it wouldn't surprise if I'm not his only, um, customer'". He shrugged. "It's better than nothing, I guess". "You deserve better than that" I assured him. "You're a real good-looking fella and a really nice guy. "Where are you staying?" He told me, and I told him where Chad and I were staying. "Let's stay in touch. When Chad gets back maybe we can have dinner and drinks sometime? I know Chad will like you after he knows he has nothing to worry about. And I think you'll like him, he's a real nice guy once he gets to know you". Clint nodded. "Great, I'll look forward to that". "Well, I got to pay up and be off. The relief driller will be coming by to pick me up. See you soon".
I was sitting in a chair outside the room when I saw a guy in a pickup with the company logo pull in and look around. I stuck my arm up and waved at him, and walked up to the truck. "Dave Parker?" he questioned. I nodded, opened the door, and reached out to shake his hand. "I'm Rich Brownell, your relief driller, good to meet you". I tried to suppress my surprise at his appearance. I guessed he was in his mid-30s, close-cropped light brown hair neatly styled, and a boyishly handsome face with a neatly cropped mustache. Slender but athletic build, it looked like he worked out at a gym regularly. He had a look I had seen before. My immediate impression was that if he wasn't gay, he wasn't paying attention. His gay-o-meter was apparently well-tuned as well, as I noticed that glint of recognition in his eyes and he broke into a wide grin and shook my hand firmly. "Climb on in," he told me. He looked at a sheet of paper. "It says the other hands are a Smitty' and a JJ'? It says they're staying at the Lariat Motel, do you know where that is?". I nodded. "It's just up this road here, about a mile, on the right". We pulled out onto the highway. "The company said your driller, a Chad Amboy, had a medical emergency. Is he OK?". "Oh, it's not him, it's his mother. She had a stroke and is in the hospital in intensive care. So, Chad drove over to Salt Lake and flew to Albuquerque to go down to see her". "Ah well, they didn't tell me all of that. Glad he's OK, and I hope his mother is OK too. They say he supposed to be back in a week?". "Yeah, I sure hope so," I told him. He shot me a curious look. Smitty and JJ were outside their rooms waiting for us. They exchanged introductions and climbed into the back seats in the club cab. "Now where the hell is this damn rig?". "Drive north on highway 191, about 15 miles," I told him. "Then you turn right on a dirt road and go about 5 miles, I'll show you the way". Rich snorted. "Out on a dirt road, out in the middle of nowhere. Sounds like Rock Springs, I never liked the place. So barren, and the damn wind never stops blowing". "I like it here" JJ spoke up from the back. "It's a real nice place once you get to know it". Rich snorted again. "Well, I guess I never cared to get to know it. And Christ, it gets cold as hell in the winter! I spent one winter here a couple years ago. Thirty degrees below zero, and a 40-mile-an-hour wind. I wore 6 layers of clothes just to keep from freezing my ass off." "Um, where are you staying?" I asked, to change the subject. "Well, that's another thing. The lady in the office who takes care of that said she called every motel in town and they're all full up. She got me a room over in Green River, 20 miles down the road. And she was only able to get that because the company has a contract with Hampton". I nodded. Yeah, several rigs are drilling around here, and they're building a power plant outside of town, so Rock Springs is chock full of workers. Um, you turn right on that dirt road up ahead".
We arrived at the rig, and Rich greeted the driller and asked how everything was on the rig. "Well, we pretty much got everything set up for you. We just got done adding another section of pipe to the stand. We're at about 6400 feet, going through a layer of hard granite, you should be good `till morning. Oh, we didn't get around to collecting a drill sample for the geologist". "I'll take care of it, boss" I told Rich. I walked down the rig platform to the mud tank. "Mud" is a mixture of finely ground clay soil and water and is pumped down the drill pipe to flush up the bits of rock back up to the surface and into the mud tank. The shale shaker, a sieve screen, separated the rock cuttings from the mud. The mud is then pumped back down the drill hole, and a shale slide deposits the cuttings into a pit that was dug for that. Geologists want a sample of the cuttings every 25 feet, to determine what type of rock they were drilling through. I picked up a small cloth bag and marker pen and labeled it with the date, time, and drill depth, and used a scoop from the tank to fill it.
I heard Rich walking down toward me. "You can just start piling the samples over there," he told me. "They're sending a geologist out in a couple days. He's a new guy they just recently hired, and they want to send him out to get to know the drilling operation. We got one more night on the graveyard shift, then a day off and we switch to the day shift and he'll be out then, on Thursday. For some reason they want him to work with me, and show him the ropes. My uncle is part owner of the company and knows I'm gay and he's cool with that. And he knows I'm single and I suspect he's trying to set me up with him. I met the guy briefly, he is a real hottie, but my impression is that he's in denial and is a severe closet case. But I'm happy being single, and I have zero patience for trying to get closet cases to see the light". I chuckled at his comment. "How about you?" he questioned, smiling. "What's your story?". I smiled brightly. "Am I a closet case? No, I'm very comfortable with who I am. It's just that out around here you need to be real careful about letting just anyone know what gets your gonads going. Rich nodded. "Um, are you interested in getting together sometime? I think you're a real cutie". "Thanks. I think you're not too shabby yourself. But sorry, I'm taken. I'm in a relationship with a guy who completely stole my heart". "Lucky guy!" Rich said approvingly. "But my attitude is when the boyfriend is away it's time to play". "No, not going to happen," I said firmly. Rich looked disappointed. "Oh well. So, who is this guy you're so in love with?". "It's Chad," I told him. "Chad? Chad, your driller?". I nodded. "Holy shit, that's hot as hell! "You're drilling your driller?". I smiled innocently. "I never kiss and tell". Rich laughed. "Oh, and boss? Be real careful about letting Smitty and JJ know about . . . um, your interests". Rich looked at me in surprise. "Smitty and JJ? They struck me as being really straight". "Oh, they are" I assured him. "Well, pretty much. But as I remember it, JJ told me a mouth is a mouth, and Smitty said a hole is a hole". "Holy shit!" Rich whispered hoarsely, "you've done it with them?". I nodded. "Just the other night. Chad was horny and wanted a quicky. I told him it was crazy to do that out here on the rig, but we went out to a grove of junipers out there" I explained, nodding out that direction. "Smitty and JJ caught us going at it, and threatened to tell everyone. Chad is just coming to grips with being gay, and that scared the crap out of him. So, I struck a deal with them to . . . take care of their needs if they kept quiet about it". "Holy crap" Rich muttered, "that sounds hot as hell". "Well, be careful with them" I cautioned him, "they can be a bit rough". "Oh, I can handle it a little rough" he assured me.
We sat around the dawghouse, shooting the shit. Smitty was from Sheridan, up north, and had a wife. JJ was from Rifle Colorado and said he had a girlfriend there. I asked about his name. "It's John James," he explained. "I've always just gone by JJ". Rich said he grew up in Aurora, a suburb of Denver. He told them his uncle was part owner of the drilling company. His uncle had hired him to learn the trade and worked his way up to being a driller. Now he was an Assistant Director of Operations. "Sure nice to have family up in high places," JJ said dryly. The night passed, and it would soon be dawn. I got up and checked the drill depth gauge. "Sixty-four hundred twenty-five feet" I announced. "I'll go get another rock sample". I walked down to the mud tank and stopped to enjoy the first streaks of sunlight on the eastern horizon. I labeled a sample bag, filled it, and set it aside. I walked back to the dawghouse and found it empty, with no one to be found. I figured I knew what was going on, and curiosity got the better of me. I wandered around the rig and then heard some familiar-sounding noises coming from down below. I silently crept down the stairs to under the rig. Rich's pants were pulled down to his ankles, and he was bent over, sucking greedily on Smitty's cock. JJ was plowing Rich's ass with his fat cock. Rich had a nice round little ass, and he thrust it back at JJ, impaling himself on as much of JJ's cock as he could get. "Christ!" I muttered silently. "Do I have some magical power?" I wondered. "I seem to be turning everyone around me gay". But I enjoyed the scene before me. Smitty and JJ were using Rich roughly as their mouth and ass pussy, and Rich looked like he couldn't get enough of it. My cock had engorged to rock hard. I unzipped my coveralls, unbuckled my pants, and whipped it out. I jerked frantically, turned on by the hot fuck-fest below me. I didn't last long and gasped as my cock began to spurt out a load. Smitty heard me and looked up at me. He smiled and winked at seeing me jerking off as I watched them. I nodded, put my cock back in my pants and buckled and zipped up, and climbed back the stairs. I waited in the dawghouse, and they came back about ten minutes later. "Everything OK out on the rig" I questioned. "Oh yeah," Rich replied. "We were down under the rig, um, checking the pipe fittings". "Oh, right" I replied evenly. "There are some really big pipes down there. You gotta make sure those big pipes are nice and tight and hard". We looked at each other and laughed.
We worked another night shift. But after about an hour the drill bit quit drilling down further, and Rich told us we needed to haul the pipe out and change out the bit. So, we busted our asses off the rest of the shift. Then a day off, which I used mostly to catch up on some rest. Chad called in the afternoon. He said his mother was doing much better, out of ICU and in a regular hospital bed. They had her on blood thinners to prevent blood clots, and they expected to release her back home in a few days, the doctors expect her to make a full recovery. "That's terrific news!" I told him. "Yeah. And I told her all about you. I told her I was gay, and in love with you. And do you know what she said to me? She said: Yes, I know. I was wondering how long it would take you to figure that out". I laughed. "Your mom sounds like she's a terrific mother. I can't wait to meet her". "And she said she can't wait to meet you," Chad said. "I told her we should finish the well in Rock Springs in a couple weeks. I was thinking we could take a couple weeks off and drive down so you can meet her?" "Sounds great to me" "Oh, and if they're going to release her from the hospital I might come back a few days early". "Oh, that'd be great! I miss you real bad".
We drove out to the rig to start our day shift, 8 am to 4. It was around 10 in the morning when we heard a pickup drive up. We went outside the dawghouse to see who it was. I was stunned to see a guy step out of the truck in a suit and tie. I was also stunned to see how drop-dead gorgeous he was. He was on the short side, maybe 5'6", with an athletic build. His head was topped with curly light blonde hair. His smooth, tanned face looked like he never had to shave, and his bright blue eyes sparkled. My first impression was that he was too cute to be straight; his shorter stature made him that much cuter. He climbed up the stairs and reached out his hand to shake Rich's. "Mr. Brownell, good to see you. I look forward to you showing me around". "Rich, please," Rich told him as he shook his hand. "Please just call me Rich. And Josh, this is my crew, Dave, Smitty, and JJ". We all shook hands. "And Josh, don't you have any work clothes?". "Huh? These are my work clothes. It's all I brought. Another suit, some ties, shorts, and t-shirts to wear around the hotel room. And pajamas". I noticed JJ suppress a chuckle. "Oh, and that's another thing. The lady in the office told me everything is booked up, and that I'll need to stay with you, I guess your room has two beds?". Rich nodded. "Well, a suit is fine for the office, but out here it's dirty and dusty. You need some jeans, flannel shirts, and some boots". Josh shrugged. "Ok, I guess I'll have to find a store". "FM Light and Sons" I suggested. "It's on the town square. Their sign says `Outfittin' the West for over 100 years'. I'm sure they can fix you up". Josh smiled. "Thanks, I'll check it out". "Well, let me show you around the rig" Rich suggested. They stepped over to the drill and Rich explained how it worked. He pointed up the derrick tower, explaining things. And that's when I got to check out Josh's butt. Even in loose-fitting suit pants, I could see it was a well-rounded, pert bubble butt. I stared at it, thinking if he didn't let men use it for pleasure it would be a crime against nature. I heard JJ snicker next to me and turned to look at him. He nodded toward Josh's butt. "Nice one, huh? You seem to like 'em that way from the way you was looking at it". "Look JJ" I began, he's from the company headquarters. You need to be nice and polite to him, or you'll get all of us into trouble". "Yeah, right" he replied, smirking.
It was around noon when I was getting a rock sample from the mud tank when Josh came walking up swiftly to me. "Dave" he began, "can I talk with you about something?" "Sure". "I wanted to speak with you before I said anything to Rich". "Yes?". "Did you know you have a homosexual working on this rig?". "What? Who? What the hell are you talking about?". "JJ" he spat out. "He was showing me around down under the rig when he told me he thought I had a really nice ass. I was shocked and turned to look at him, and he was grabbing his crotch. It scared me, and I got the hell out of there". "JJ isn't gay" I assured him. "And please use the term gay' instead of homosexual', that sounds like a description for some kind of medical condition. And JJ says he has a girlfriend back home, and I'm sure he does. He's just not opposed to playing on the other team when the opportunity presents itself. And he's right, you do have a really nice ass, I've been admiring it myself". Josh's mouth opened in shock. "What? You too?". "Yeah, I'm gay, and I'm good with that. But JJ just swings whichever way the wind and opportunity blows. Does me being gay bother you?". "Well, you telling me that you like my ass does bother me. I'm straight, and I'm married.". I arched an eyebrow at hearing that. "And I'm kind of sensitive about that. I know I kind of have a big ass. Guys in high school would tease me and call me `Bubble Butt'. And they would tease me in the showers and tell me if I dropped the soap I'd better not bend over to pick it up, that sort of thing". I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, kids in school can be such jerks sometimes. But I gotta tell you that I think you're hot as hell". Josh blushed. "Well, thanks for the compliment, I guess. I've never been around a gay guy before, one that I knew was gay. My parents took me out of public high school and into a Christian academy, and you never talked about that kind of thing there". "Well, if you've never been around a gay guy before you might want to re-think about bunking with Rich". Josh frowned. "Why is that?". "Because he's gay, and single, and likes to mess around, a lot. I'm not sure he'll keep his hands off of you". Josh's mouth opened in surprise. "Rich is gay? I would have never guessed it. Or you. But do you really think he would try something?" "Well, he asked me if I'd be interested in hooking up within the first hour of meeting me. So, yeah, I got the impression he likes to play around a lot". Josh frowned "Hooking up?". "Getting together for sex". Josh blushed again. "Oh. Well, where would you suggest I stay?". "You can stay with me, at my motel room in Rock Springs". "Yeah? Well, wouldn't be the same problem -- me worried you might try something with me?". "You wouldn't have to worry because I'm promising you I wouldn't try anything. First of all, I would never try to force myself on anyone, that's just so wrong. But secondly, I have a boyfriend who I love very much, and we only sleep with each other". Josh looked at me curiously. "You have a boyfriend? I'm not sure I'd be comfortable with you two doing . . . stuff with each other in front of me". "Oh, my boyfriend is out of town. His name is Chad, he's the regular driller here, and he had to go down to New Mexico to see his mother in the hospital". "Oh right, the company told me about that". And then it hit him. "But wait, are you're telling me your boyfriend is the driller? Sheesh, is this the gay rig or something?". I laughed. "Well, it can be sometimes, I guess. Well anyway, the room has two beds, so you get your own bed. And I'll take you to the country western store and get you some casual clothes. And then we can get some dinner at the Horseshoe Saloon, they have really good steak". Josh smiled. "OK, if you're sure I won't be any bother. Thanks, that sound good".
Rich had cocked an eye at me when I told him Josh would be bunking with me; I ignored it. The relief crew showed up and we gathered our things and went out to our trucks. I climbed into Josh's pickup, and we headed into town. We pulled up in front of FM Light and Sons and went inside. I went for a display of jeans. "What's your pant size?" "34 waist, 28 length". I picked a pair of Levi's 501, spread the waist out, and pressed them against Josh's waist; he seemed to hesitate with my familiarity, and I ignored it. "Yeah, I think those will be a good fit". I grabbed another pair of the same size. "There's a fitting room there, go try them on and let me see how they fit. Josh came out and let me see them. "Yeah, these seem to be a good fit". "Turn around. Oh yeah, those show off your butt really well". Josh blushed. "I don't want guys checking out my ass!". "Why not? You should take it as a compliment". "It makes me feel uncomfortable to think about that". "Thinking about what". Thinking about . . . what they want to do with my butt". "Well, not every guy who checks out your ass wants to fuck you. Some guys just want to check out the competition". Josh looked around our immediate area. "Can we please not talk like that here, in a store?". "Fine. Well," I continued, "women tell me they like checking out guys' butts too. What the hell they think they're going to do with a guy's ass is beyond me. But whatever, women tell me they like seein' a fella all filled out back there. So, you're good with these?". Josh nodded. "Great, let's go pick out some shirts". We walked over to a display of flannel shirts. Josh picked out a plaid shirt with bright red squares and black stripes. I shook my head. "No, that would look terrible on you. You want something that compliments your complexion, your nice blonde hair, and your bright blue eyes. I'm thinking something in olive green with light tan in a plaid shirt. I rummaged through shirts on the rack. "Ah, this one". I held it up in front of him and put my hand on his shoulder. "Yep, perfect! Look in that mirror". "Oh, you're right, that will look good on me. You're good at this". I shrugged. "Well, there are required courses we gay guys have to take: Fashion 101, Interior Decorating 101, and 102. Skincare 303. But I flunked Haute Cuisine 304. Just give me a good steak and baked potato smothered in butter and sour cream and I'm good to go". Josh laughed. "You're funny. You seem such a . . . regular kind of guy". I shrugged. "I am a regular kind of guy. It's just that I like other regular kinds of guys. Like you, if I wasn't already taken". Josh blushed again but said nothing. I picked out some more shirts and held them up in front of Josh to see in the mirror.
"Ok, so you're good with these?". He nodded. "Great, now let's go pick out a pair of boots". Josh stopped at a pair of black and white cowboy boots and picked one up to examine it more closely. "Absolutely not," I told him. "Why not?". "Well, first of all, you'd look ridiculous wearing those. And cowboy boots are not made for walking, they're made for riding horses". I took it from his hand. "You see this tall heel? That's so your foot doesn't slip forward too far into the stirrup. And you see how narrow and slender the body of the boot is? That's so if a horse should throw you or you fall off somehow the boot slips out of the stirrup, instead of getting tangled up in it and the horse dragging you by the leg". Josh nodded. I spied a display of work boots further along and walked toward them. "What's your shoe size?". "Ten and a half". "That's for tight-fitting dress shoes. I picked up a pair of ankle-length tan leather boots, size 11. Here, try these". Josh tried them on and walked around a bit. "These are really comfortable. I'll take them". "Great! Now go back to the dressing room and put your suit back on". Josh came out of the dressing room in his suit and armful of clothes and boots. "God, I can't wait to get you out of that suit!". Josh looked at me curiously. I smiled. "And into these clothes. And you'll probably want a shower?". Josh smiled. "Yeah, that sounds great". Josh paid, and we walked out of the store with an armful of clothes. I told him where the motel was.
We pulled into the motel, and pointed to our room "Why don't you go on ahead, and I'll gather my shopping bags and overnight bag" Josh suggested. I went to the door and tried my key, but realized it was unlocked. Strange, I thought, I'm sure I locked it this morning. I pushed the door open and saw Chad siting at the table. "Chad! What are you doing back so soon?" I stammered. Chad stood up and walked over to take me in his arms. "They released my mom from the hospital this morning, so I caught a flight to Salt Lake, and drove back. I wanted to surprise you. Aren't you happy to see me?". "Of course! Just surprised. Where is your truck?". "Oh, I got a damn flat on the way back, it's at the garage down the street having the tire repaired". He took me into his arms and kissed me. Suddenly he pulled his arms from me and dropped them to his side as he stared at Josh standing in the doorway. "And just who the fuck is this?" he demanded angrily.
To be continued . . .