6 comments/ 21791 views/ 14 favorites Oil Patch Buddies Ch. 01 By: willmasonwillmason As a 19 year old college kid, I had been living the good life for quite some time but didn't appreciate it. Enrolled at the party school of my dreams, my parents paid for everything, even my fraternity dues. My freshman year was a blur of keg parties, awesome weed, and a stream of cute girls in and out of my bed. My freshman year grades were terrible, but the consequences didn't seem to register with me. I just hid the academic probation notice from my parents. Then, after the first grading period of sophomore year, the ax fell. An email from the dean of the liberal arts school summoned me to a meeting. My sporadic class attendance and low test grades had led to my being asked to leave the university. I was stunned to hear that I was required to take at least a year off before I could reapply. Shell-shocked, I drove home and told my parents the bad news. My dad was grim, but never raised his voice. Instead, he calmly informed me that it while saddened him deeply, he was going to cut me off, completely. He said I needed to learn what it was like to find a job and support myself without a college degree. That experience, he reasoned, would compel me to change my priorities. Then, if I could pay my own way to school for one semester, he would sit down with me and discuss the balance of the year, taking it one semester at a time. I couldn't really object. I had made my own bad luck and knew that my parents were being rational, where I had not been. I found myself suddenly cut off from a lifeline of money I had come to expect but never appreciated -- and feeling like complete idiot. My dad said I wasn't allowed to live at home and needed to find a place to live within a week. There were no jobs except pizza delivery in my hometown, and what the hell would I do there anyway? In two more months, I would turn 20,with no skills and no degree except my high school diploma. Searching for jobs on my laptop, I stumbled across an article about an oil boom in some remote places where there were more jobs than applicants. Resigned to trying to crawl out of the hole I had dug, I figured this was my best shot at making enough money to get back to the college life I pined for. After several hours of more in-depth research, I decided to strike out for where the odds were most in my favor, no matter how godforsaken the place sounded. With under $400 to my name and a dented 2002 pick-up with 132,000 miles on it, I drove the long hours to the northwestern corner of North Dakota, not far from the Canadian border. The sign said "Welcome to Williston, Where the People Make the Difference." They had better have some great people. I couldn't believe how barren the place looked. The new-looking motels that had sprung up on the main highways all had glowing "No Vacancy" signs in the windows. A couple of years ago, only 5000 people lived here, but now the population had swelled to 15,000, almost all the newcomers men. The Bakken Shale was the hottest oil patch in America and good paying jobs were why they -- and I -- had come. It was not quite my vision of the American dream, but it would have to do. Unable to find a room, I slept fitfully in my truck that first freezing night, then started my job search early the next morning. The local chamber of commerce was a one room storefront, but its jobs bulletin board was crammed with listings for help wanted. I knew nothing about rough necking or being a tool pusher, so all I could hope for was an unskilled job. As I stared at the board, a 50-ish looking man walked in and asked the lady behind the desk how he could find some help. His name was Burleson and he had a portable housing business. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, I walked over and stuck out my hand: "Trip Martin, nice to meet you sir. I am looking for work." I used my best look-em-in-the-eye manners, learned during fraternity rush. "Son, I need someone to help me rent my modular housing. Any experience?" He was gruff and to the point. "Yes sir, I worked for a real estate office back in Illinois, finding apartments for college students. I know how to run credit checks and developed a pretty good sense of who will be a good paying tenant." This was a total lie. The only "job" I had ever had was selling a little weed to the frat boys in my house. But one of my roommates, Joey, was on financial aid and needed extra money to stay in school. He had taken a job for an apartment rental agency, working afternoons and Saturdays. I knew what was involved and it seemed like a piece of cake. I decided to assume Joey's identity and pray Mr. Burleson didn't ask for references. "Well, let's go have a cup of coffee and continue this interview." We walked across the street to a cafe as Mr. Burleson explained his project. He had come up here from Texas in connection with an oilfield supply business he owned, saw the acute housing shortage firsthand and decided to meet the need. He had 25 modular units constructed, complete with basic kitchens, bathrooms, a hot water heater and AC/heating units. He leased the land from a farmer, with an option to expand if his project succeeded. The first units were on a new slab, all hooked up to plumbing and electricity and ready to be rented out. Within twenty minutes, I was hired. Mr. Burleson wanted me to run the office, get leases signed, take deposits, and manage the property. I would make $2000 a month to start, but my housing was free. Mr. Burleson was willing to put a lot of trust in me and I was determined not to let him down. I followed him to the site and unloaded some of my belongings into the stark but adequate one-bedroom studio next to the make-shift office. The very first week, I leased every single unit, all for cash with the first month and a deposit paid in full up front. I was amazed at the cash these rough-looking workers were throwing around. Mr. Burleson would accept leases as short as a month, for a price. Most tenants booked for 3 month terms or longer. Mr. Burleson was planning to double the capacity as soon as he could get more units up here. By the end of the second week, the contractor he had hired was already prepping the lot next door for new slabs. After Mr. Burleson went back to Texas, I was the sole employee on the ground in Williston. Burleson called several times a day, but I was running the show. The responsibility made me feel like I was finally growing up. While it wasn't hard work in a physical sense, I was "on duty" or at least on call 24/7. My cell phone rang whenever anything went wrong, a plumber needed to be called, a heating unit malfunctioned, or one of the tenants got drunk and damaged something. My first month, every day was consumed with managing the first 25 units and doing anything Mr. Burleson asked me to do about Phase Two. I had made a few short visits to the town's rustic bars, but quickly retreated to the comfort of my tiny home, where my laptop's Facebook page served as my portal to the world I had left behind. One thing was for sure: there no almost no women in Williston, just tons of single guys. The ratio was seriously out of whack. Sitting at a bar called the Back 40 one freezing December night, I nursed my beer alone and occasionally texted with some old friends. After about a half hour, a young guy who looked about my age walked in and took a seat a couple of bar stools down. His hands were calloused and looked far older than his smooth young face. His body was thin but muscular, molded by hard physical labor. Bored out of my mind, I struck up a conversation, or at least tried to. He was named Troy and was 19 as well, drinking on a fake ID. Troy was so soft-spoken and shy that I could barely hear him over the juke box. I eventually learned he had left high school after his junior year and gone to work in the oil field, following his older brother's path. At 19, he was considered skilled labor and was making $30 an hour, $45 for overtime. After my persistently friendly questions, Troy opened up enough to tell me how he got here. "Well, I headed down to the Eagle Ford shale in Texas after my junior year. I never was no good at school. Wanted to learn a trade." "What got you all the way up here, in all this cold weather?" "Grew up in Wyoming and don't mind the winters. Heard North Dakota was paying about double what I was making in Texas." Troy was a man of few words. We talked an hour or so over a pitcher of beer, and then a second. I did most of the talking of course, keeping one empty bar stool between us. Troy apparently decided I was OK and asked me what brought me to the Baaken. He shook his head when when he heard my story about how badly I had fucked up, getting kicked out of school. He even laughed a little when I mentioned the serious and depressing lack of pussy in Williston and alluded to some of the fun I had in my short-lived college life. "There ain't none of that up here," said Troy, stating the obvious. We both laughed and talked about how a decent whorehouse, or even a not-so-decent one,the could make a killing in this town. When the bar flashed its last call warning, I asked Troy where he would go now. "Just back to the hotel room I share with 3 other guys," Troy replied,getting up to leave "Well, if you could stand another beer or two, come over to the place where I live and work. I've got a new twelve pack and plan to have a couple more Buds tonight. I'd prefer not to drink alone." I hoped Troy wouldn't beg off. He hesitated, then looked at me and said: "If you don't mind, I'd appreciate it. Not working tomorrow for the first day in a while." It surprised me how happy his shy acceptance of my invitation made me. I realized that I was not only tired of working all the time, but was desperately lonely too. Troy was the first guy I had met around my age and even though we were from different planets in terms of our lives before Williston, I was eager for any company I could find. Over the couple of pitchers of beer we had downed at the Back Forty, I had glimpsed a subtle sense of humor in Troy. His way of speaking and reticence intrigued me. Troy was so unlike the guys I had hung out with over the last year and a half. They had been almost as immature as me and most had lived off their parents, like I had until the abrupt end of my sweet deal. I respected Troy's independence and marveled at how he had been on his own since he was barely 17. Troy followed my truck out to the modulars, less than 5 minutes away. My plain little studio was livened up with the flat screen TV I had snagged from my room at home, my fancy Macbook laptop that my folks had bought me for school (but had only been used for Facebook), and my old Xbox 360. I got us both a fresh beer and plopped down on the couch. Troy, still standing, didn't seem to know where to sit until I said, "Sit down, dude. As you can see, this old couch I picked up at a garage sale is the only place to sit but the bed." Troy sat on the far end of the couch from me, keeping his gimme cap on. He drank about half his new beer in one long slug. I put on some music and tried to get Troy to open up some more about his life. At first, the conversation was pretty stiff. I was used to my buddies getting shitfaced and letting all guard down, often revealing way more than anyone wanted to hear. I was amazed at how tightly controlled Troy was, even after drinking for several hours. As we steadily put a big dent in that twelve-pack, Troy's stoic nature slowly gave way to what I sensed was a rare instance of self-revelation. His folks had split up when he was 14 and his older brother, who he obviously worshiped, had left soon thereafter. It was sad to hear how hollow his life seemed to be the rest of tenth and eleventh grade without his brother at home. He left as soon as his mom said she wouldn't try to stop him. I learned that he read a lot and even though his words were few, it was apparent to me that Troy was an intelligent guy. He was reticent because that was what his culture taught and rewarded. As we got more and more wasted, the conversation became more free flowing. We talked music, movies and of course girls. Troy had a girlfriend his junior year, but she was raised Mormon and would never let him get anywhere near fucking her. His older brother had coached him on how to get girls to loosen up, since about eighth grade, but all he had gotten so far was hand jobs. Since he left small town life in Wyoming, he had lived in the all-male worlds of Karnes City, Texas, a small dusty town in the heart of the Eagle Ford Shale and now Williston. Sex would have to wait for later on, he reasoned. "That college you went to sounds like it was better'n a whorehouse," Troy remarked, going back to a earlier subject in a way that made clear Troy wanted me to get back to my college stories I had touched on at the bar. I obliged, telling Troy how I had gone from being a virgin at the end of my junior year of high school to getting a little taste my senior year, then getting bombarded with pussy my freshman year of college. I recalled wistfully that at times I was turning down girls I would have given my right nut to have fucked in high school. Troy remained shy but unmistakably eager for more details. Troy was a good looking kid. He had a handsome chiseled face, his youth evident from his soft, unlined skin. He wore the oilfield uniform of tight Wrangler jeans, work boots, a plain western shirt and gimme cap. I couldn't help but notice the bulge that appeared in his jeans as I delved deeper into the details of my college pussy stories. I told him about the time, not more than two months back, that two coked-up girls had crawled into my bed naked together, then proceeded to take turns passing my cock back and forth between them in wet sloppy sucking. "Sounds like one of them porno plots," Troy commented, as if he didn't know whether to believe me or not. "Yeah, and as you can imagine, those girls and that night have been the focus of quite a few jerk off fantasies since I got to this hell hole..." Plenty drunk myself now, I had without thinking started talking about jerking off in front of this shy guy I had just met a few hours ago. It was a topic my college buddies talked about so openly, sometimes graphically, that it didn't occur to me that it would make Troy blush. "Sorry dude. My friends in college all talked about that shit like it's no big deal. Everybody has done it since they were 12 or 13 and everybody I know still does it, even when they're getting steady pussy, so we just laugh about it. Anyway, I didn't mean to offend." "None taken." Troy limited is reaction to those two words. "My roommates and I talked freely about everything, actually" I continued, "and it was healthier than bottling shit up. We found out quick that there were lots of different things going on with people's sex lives. One of my buddies who was taking psychology classes liked to say there's no such thing as "normal." I let that sink in a bit. Troy got up to take a piss. On his way past the fridge coming back, he asked if minded if he got one more beer. "Of course not, dude. Get me one too. I gotta tell you, I have been bored and lonely up here, and am really glad to have met you. I miss having friends to drink with and talk about stupid shit. I hope you and I can meet up for beers again." Tory walked over, popped my beer and handed it to me open. Then he extended his hand as in a handshake as he spoke": "Thank you. I don't have any friends here. I admire how easy you say things. I don't have a way with words myself." Holding his grip just a little longer than a typical handshake, I replied: "Yes, you do, Troy. You just talk in the way you were raised to talk. You say something when it counts, and just did. I came from a situation where there's lots of banter, lots of bullshit. It's refreshing to have a real conversation." "Well, I never went to college as you know. And my high school was pretty small." "Yeah, we're from different worlds for sure. In college, everybody's around the same age and you gravitate to those you feel comfortable with. I wasn't always good at saying what I meant, but the fraternity thing made it easier for me to tell someone he was my brother, and how important he was to me. All the pussy in the world's not worth the value of a few truly good friends." "I wouldn't know about that," Troy mumbled in a self-deprecating way, stumbling back to the couch. "Well, you know a lot about some more important things in life that I'm trying to catch up on here. I am impressed more than you could imagine by how you have taken charge of your life and developed a skill that pays you so well. We're the same age, but you're the adult here, dude." Embarrassed at the compliment, Troy looked around my apartment and said: "Looks like you're on the right trail. Your place beats hell out of my quarter of a hotel room." "I'm working my way out of a hole I dug. Saving all I can. Hey, how about a last beer?" I knew Troy had really loosened up when he said there was something he had been wondering about and hoped I wouldn't mind him asking. I said "of course not" and he asked if different girls' pussies really felt all that different on your dick, or if it was pretty much all the same. I explained that every one was different: some tighter than others, some kind of bumpy, some smooth, some really, really wet, and some you needed some lube to help you out or you'd fuck yourself raw ... Troy took it all in, draining his Budweiser and asking a few follow up questions about sex, which led to me describing yet another wild moment in my previous life. The beer and subject matter led me to take a risk and tell Troy that reliving my college fuck scenes was making me horny as hell. I then put one of my favorite jack-off pornos that was saved on my computer. I had this wire that ran what was on my computer screen to my big TV, which soon lit up. Before Troy could react, a high-quality HD scene came on the TV. A smoking hot blond chick was sitting in a nice leather chair in some California beach house, the Pacific visible in the distance. She was languidly fingering her beautiful shaved pussy while throwing her head back in pleasure. After a few minutes of this, a tall, model-thin surfer-looking dude walked in, his blond hair pulled back in a pony tail. While continuing to play with her clit, the girl made an "o" with her mouth and licked her lips. The guy calmly shucked off his board shorts, revealing a nice sized cut cock, semi-hard, rising from a wispy blond patch of pubic hair. Both porn actors looked about our age, their golden skin glowing in what looked like late afternoon sunlight. This was the highest quality porn. The faces were clear, their bodies near perfect and there wasn't a tattoo in sight. The surfer dude walked over to the blond chick's chair. With his right hand, he turned her head toward his crotch. With his left hand, he lifted his growing tool and put it to her lips. The naked girl engulfed his cock in her mouth and started giving him slow, wet head She continued to finger her pussy at the same pace she was sucking while the surfer dude looked down at his now rigid tool disappearing in and out of her pretty mouth. Troy's eyes were glued to the screen; the bulge in his tight Wranglers grew to what looked like a painful bursting point. My own cock was straining for release too. I reached in my pants and re-arranged my dick so it was pointing straight up, the head protruding above the waistband of my boxers. I then slowly stroked the sensitive underside, outside my pants at this point, to the pace of the blowjob that filled the screen. "I need her to knock on that door right about now," I broke the ice with my words. "If she does, I'll share her with you, bud." Oil Patch Buddies Ch. 01 Troy laughed out loud and said he figured I'd done that too in my crazy college life. In fact, my roommate Joey and I had double teamed a freshman named Eva just back in October, and I started telling Troy that worthy tale. Recalling that night, I couldn't restrain myself any longer and unzipped my pants, pulling out my rock-hard 7 incher, stroking it slowly in time with the porno as I told Troy about how it all went down. Troy looked straight ahead at the TV, obviously seeing my cock waving in the air in his peripheral vision, but never looking my way. When I got to the part about my lying on my back with my head propped up on pillows, watching this hot little Latina swallow my cock while my buddy, Joey, rhythmically and steadily fucked her from behind doggy style, Troy grabbed his crotch almost involuntarily. "Dude, it's cool with me if you want to jerk off too. I'm obviously too drunk to have any inhibitions and hope I am not freaking you out." That's all it took. Troy didn't speak, but slowly unzipped his Wranglers and pulled out an impressive circumcised cock. It was thicker than mine and at least an inch or so longer too. The head was, well, perfect. I had seen lots of guys naked and a few with hard-ons too, like when Joey and I had doubleteamed Eva. But Troy's dick was the most attractive I had ever seen from a shape and size perspective. I had seen bigger ones, but none that made me think like this. It was beautiful. I had never done anything with a guy before, except shove my cock in the mouth of a girl one of my buddies was fucking, or vice versa -- but I was suddenly aware of my desire to hold this magnificent piece in my hand. Did I dare? What's the worst that could happen? As the porno picked up speed and the blond started really going to town on the surfer's big cock, I reached over and calmly grabbed Troy's equally nice tool, silently giving him a hand. He had plenty of time to pull away if he found my move off-putting. Troy just let his hands fall to the side while he continued to stare at the screen. I worked his big hard-on like I would jack my own, slowly and sensuously moving my hand up and down when the girl on the screen slowed down, then faster when she gulped faster. Striving to simulate what Troy was watching on the screen, I scooted over closer to get access to his balls as I jerked him. "That feels so good," he murmured. I was incredibly turned on myself and amused at how I was expanding my own sexual horizons while no doubt blowing Troy's boundaries to smithereens. The wet, sloppy head on the screen looked so good that I suddenly got the urge to taste Troy's big cock. It looked so much like the one on the screen that I started imaging myself as the girl who was sucking that big cock in her mouth. Well that's a first, I silently told myself, but there was no doubt about what I wanted to do at that moment. Again, giving Troy every opportunity to stop me, I slowly leaned over and guided his big cock into my open mouth. Troy sat perfectly still. The texture and taste of his cock was a revelation: soft in texture yet so hard and insistent at the same time. I swirled my tongue around the head and tried to mimic the very best head I could remember getting. Troy moaned in approval. His beautiful cock started leaking a small amount of tart pre-cum, which turned me on even more. I shifted to where my raging hard-on was standing up, begging to be at least touched. As I drove Troy crazy licking under the head on the sensitive underside of his wonderful dick, I slowly guided his right hand to my cock. He did not resist, but grasped it and slowly if awkwardly started jacking me off. I dared not break the spell by saying anything. I just intensified my sucking, getting used to taking more and more down my mouth and into the top of my throat, as the scene in the movie progressed to its inevitable cum-splattered conclusion. I knew the scene well, having jerked off to it countless times, mornings and night, since stating my monastic life as an apartment manager in Williston, ND. By the time the girl was deep throating surfer dude as a final prelude to his huge explosion of cum, I was plunging down all the way on Troy's huge cock, stretching my mouth and throat to accommodate his length and girth. I could tell without looking when the surfer dude was about to pull out of her mouth and blow his load all over the blond's face and tits. I could feel Troy's cock expanding and swelling to the same conclusion and decided right then I wanted to see what it tasted like. I was so fucked up, I told myself, but who the hell would know or care what went on out here in the middle of nowhere. All I could think of was making Troy's big cock explode in a torrent of cum right when the guy in the porn scene did. And I wanted it. As the surfer dude started to show the unmistakable signs he was about to cum, Troy started thrusting his hips up, his eyes switching back and forth now between the TV screen and my mouth engulfing his cock. He was leaking pre-cum like a stream now and I was gulping it hungrily. Troy was breathing like he was running a marathon now, his hips shoving his cock in my mouth and his eyes wild with desire. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuucccck...." He almost whispered the words, his eyes half closed now. Just as the surfer dude pulled his cock out and unleashed a torrent of jizz onto the tongue, lips, face and tits of the blond who had sucked him so well, Troy thrust up harder and more forcefully than before. He just held his hips up, his ass off the couch, as he shot a huge surge of white hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed for all I was worth, almost getting it all down my gullet when the second, even bigger shot blasted against the back of my mouth. It was incredibly erotic and I wanted to swallow every drop. As Troy continued to thrust and empty his load into my eager mouth, I made "umm, umm, umm" sounds to let him know how much I liked it, like a kid saying "umm" to something delicious. When the surges of jizz subsided, I gently licked him dry, careful to not overstimulate him after cumming, having had to pull away from many an eager girl who didn't know when to let up. After cleaning Troy's big tool thoroughly and making sure not one drop of his delicious cum went to waste, I took him out of my mouth, still hard and glistening. I figured it was up to me to say something, so I did my best: "I had never done that before, never knew I wanted to until I saw your dick. I hope you don't get freaked out about this tomorrow because there's nothing to be embarrassed about here. We needed it. It was fun. Glad you came over for beers, Troy," I said with a sly smile. Troy broke into a grin, almost in spite of himself. "Can't argue with you. I never felt anything like that in my life. Nothing that good can be bad." With that, Troy reached over and grabbed my dick again. I was still straining with a rager and needed to cum bad. I figured Troy, just having gotten his first blowjob, was not ready to suck mine. But he was obviously willing to jack me off. "Wait a second, Troy." I ran to the fridge, got him a beer and then to my bedside table to grab the lotion I used for lube. I came back to the couch and cued up another bad-ass porn scene, the squirted some lotion on Troy's open palm. He wasted no time in giving me the best handjob he knew how to give, which was itself incredibly erotic too. I put my hands behind my head and leaned back to enjoy his handiwork. He even took a cue from my previous efforts and played with my balls like I had done his while blowing him. Troy stared at the screen then back at my cock, working me to an explosion like none I could remember. Troy stayed with it throughout, watching in wide-eyed wonder as I shot my load all over my chest and neck, slowing down at just the right time and squeezing the last drops out of my cock. I swear, at the end, he was doing it as much for himself as he was for me. I wondered what would happen next. Oil Patch Buddies Ch. 02 Troy was in no shape to drive home and accepted my invitation to sleep on my couch, demurely putting his underwear back on before I threw him a blanket and pillow. I knew better than to ask him to share my bed, figuring he needed some space to deal with what had just gone down. We both fell asleep pretty fast. The next morning, Troy was still snoring lightly when I left to go attend to some business for my boss. I left him a note saying help himself to whatever was in the fridge and to text me for a beer anytime. I spent the next few days trying to process what I had done, deciding that I enjoyed the hell out of it and was an idiot for feeling a few fleeting pangs of "you fucking faggot" shame. I knew I liked pussy and wasn't gay. I also knew I liked what Troy and I did, and I thought about it a lot, especially when jerking off. That told me to go with my instincts and I vowed not to let repression make me a basket case. I am pretty secure in who I am, but was still a little surprised the Troy episode didn't bother me any more than it did. I liked it and I liked him. I wasn't changing my life in any fundamental way. I was just getting off and helping a buddy get off too. That's all there needed to be to it. Troy obviously needed to get laid and I couldn't think of a better way of cementing a mutually beneficial friendship with him than by helping him out there. He would be way less likely to get freaked out over what we did if he got past the virginity barrier. I was tight with the two bartenders who worked the Back Forty six nights a week, both good looking in a roadhouse kind of way. But it was tough to see how I could help Troy get in their pants. I had never hit on them. My strategy was to be different from the other customers and to be helpful too. More than once calmly helped some horned up oil field worker see that his chances would be a lot better of he played it a little cooler with them. Terri and Eli (short for Elizabeth; she was most certainly a girl), had moved here from a depressed Detroit suburb where they had been basically starving. The money in Williston was too good to be true. The weather and constant harassment from the men were tolerable, as long as the tip jar was overflowing. Both girls were street smart and strategic enough to save almost all their earnings, not that there was much to spend money on in Williston, North Dakota. One night, I defused a particularly unpleasant situation with a drunk patron by convincing him to let me take him home so he didn't risk a hugely-expensive DUI. An appreciative Eli made me the third participant in their tiny inner circle by asking me over for a drink after the bar closed. Eli was friendly and her quips showed some intellect lurking beneath her sexy bar maid exterior. Terri had always been a bit more reserved around me, or perhaps outright skeptical, but she opened up after we smoked a bowl at their shared apartment about 3 AM. Once we all relaxed, Terri got downright friendly, lightly touching my knee when we talked. I knew the worst move I could ever make was to try to fuck one or both of them. So, as badly as I wanted some loving, I made sure I never did anything that would remind them of the drunk oil field workers they served every night. We ended up having dinner together every Sunday night, their night off, with me cooking for them. I had a decent weed connection, one of my permanent tenants, and the girls enjoyed relaxing with a little smoke. Over the next few weeks, we got real comfortable with each other and talked a lot about life back at our respective home states and the pluses and minuses of living here. We were all here for the money. Our social lives, except for each other, sucked. I never asked their ages but guessed mid-twenties. I liked them both a lot, more as pals than love interests. Both had hot bodies though, and wouldn't have minded a casual fuck-buddy arrangement with either. Yet I knew better than to even hint at anything like that. If it happened, it had to be entirely their idea. My fortunes changed unexpectedly the sixth Sunday night we had dinner together. I had made a long drive to a bigger town several hours away on a mission for my landlord and had brought back some bad-ass rib-eyes from a local meat shop. I had also bought a six-pack holder of some really tasty red wine, an Argentine Malbec, a nice change from the generic California reds the local IGA grocery carried. Grilling steaks was one of my skills and I put on a nice dinner for the girls. Afterwards, we got pleasantly stoned. Eli was the type who would just say anything, as uninhibited as any girl I knew. As we listened to some vintage Rolling Stones, Eli started talking about how sexually frustrated she had been this past week. "I usually don't get sex on the brain here due to all the assholes trying to get in my pants at the bar all week," she explained. "But for some reason, I really started to miss being with a dude this week. I think it was some sappy romantic movie Terri and I watched last Monday night." I knew better than to say anything suggestive, but though it was safe to express my own frustrations. "At least you two have the ability to get some loving anytime you want it. Think about my situation: I went from getting laid four or five nights a week in college to the fucking monastery. The dude to girl ratio makes some prisons look good." Eli laughed and took another bong hit, then looked at Terri and said: "Trip here is the only guy in Williston that we even wanted to get to know, girlfriend. What do you think about making him our new favorite toy for the night?" Terri, always reticent, looked a bit startled. Then she shocked me by answering. "I think he's passed the test. I'm so horny I might do one of the tool pushers if something doesn't change. So yeah, I'm game. I just hope he can handle it." With that, Terri stood up and crossed her hands, then pulled her sweater off over her head, revealing her ample but firm breasts. Eli, with a sly smile on her face, walked over to me and dropped to her knees, then tugged at my zipper. It was on! We all got naked in seconds. To say they undressed well would be the understatement of the year. Their bodies rocked! Eli's tits were smaller than Terri's but perfect in a "more than a mouthful is wasted" way. Terri's ass was just plain gorgeous. I loved the way they had shaved their bushes, not quite Brazilian bald, but seductively wispy and closely trimmed. It occurred to me that they were shaved so similarly that they had to do it to each other. That was so fucking hot to think about. I was suddenly the object of all manner of licking, teasing, and sucking. The girls took turns sucking my dick, oohing and ahhing as I grew from flaccid to full mast in less than a minute. I played with their wet pussies, sucked on their hard little nipples and kissed them both passionately, doing my best to divide my attention evenly. I lay down on my back on the floor and the girls both got between my legs, taking turns slurping on my cock and passing it back and forth between them. Terri would hold my big pole while Eli sucked it then Eli would grab it and direct it into Teri's waiting mouth! God, I needed this on video to show my buddies back at school so they would believe it. I was so thankful I had jacked off to a hot porn vid just before coming over, something I always did on Mondays to help me behave better once I got to their apartment. Tonight, it was helping me last longer. We ended up as this amazing three-person fucking machine where one girl would sit on my cock and fuck me, treating herself to orgasms as she ground her clit into my pubic bone while fully impaled on my cock, while the other rode my face as I eagerly ate her pussy, sucking her clit and bringing her waves of pleasure. The girls once got off at the same time and I was pissed that I hadn't been able to cum simultaneously, but in the female superior position, I got very little of the old in-and-out, staying fully buried in wet wild pussy while my rider ground into me for her orgasm. We switched positions after someone came and it was incredibly erotic to have a sopping wet pussy that I had just been fucking lower down onto my face, covering me in juices. I lapped, licked and fucked my way to their orgasms. Finally, after both Eli and Terri had gotten off twice, they presented themselves to me, doggy, and I switch fucked them both, going about six or seven stokes each before switching, until I finally came deep inside Terri. It was wilder than any porn flick I had ever seen. The rest of the night, we fucked almost continuously, both together and apart. The girls exhibited no jealousy and it later occurred to me that they treated me like a dildo to be shared. I was happy to play that role and got four explosive nuts before staggering out to my car after dawn. Eli opened the front door for me, naked as the day she was born, and said "Come back next Sunday! Don't forget." Like I could ever forget that! I had to go on another day trip for my boss on Tuesday and didn't see the girls again until Wednesday night. I drove up to the bar after 10 PM and chatted with both as they busily poured beers and flirted for tips. Neither Eli not Terri said a word about our breakthrough session of a few nights ago until the bar had cleared after last call. As I paid my tab and headed for the door, Terri grabbed my arm and looked me in the eye, saying: "We really enjoyed our dinner party last Sunday night. That steak you made was about the best I could remember. Eli and I have been talking about how much we are looking forward to our next dinner. Be sure to bring the sausage." She was about as subtle as a sledgehammer, but I didn't need wit. I needed to fuck them again and again. And I would. I thought about how to work Troy into this abundance. I decided to bring him in with me and let the girls get to know him. They would see what a polite, reserved and genuinely nice kid he was. After I got home, I texted Troy, knowing he wouldn't see it until the morning. "Troy, I made friends with some girls I want you to meet. There are two of them and I need a wing man who won't screw things up by being too aggressive. Beers tonight?" About 5 PM, Troy texted back saying "Sure." We met at the bar and over the course of the evening, I let Eli and Terri know this was my one friend here and even though he worked in the oil field, he was a quality dude, our kind of people. My credibility was high with the girls now and Eli, in particular, seemed to warm up to the painfully shy Troy. I got Troy to join me for drinks the next three nights, and even the sometimes distant Terri had started playfully teasing him by Friday. When Troy went to take a leak, I leaned over the bar and asked Eli what she thought of my only male friend in Williston. She arched an eyebrow, letting me know that she knew exactly what I was up to. "So, Trip," she led off, "were the Michigan girls too much for you to handle alone and you need to recruit reinforcements? I thought you handled the situation rather well, all by your lonesome." "I'm blushing!" I said with mock embarrassment. "Hey, no pressure from me, and I would be more than happy to keep it just the three of us. I just thought you might like my young friend. He's a gentle and genuine guy, not at all like the usual clientele around here." "I was just giving you shit, rich boy! I think he's really hot and Terri likes the way his Wranglers hug his cute little boy butt. We've already been talking about it." "Nice! OK, let's have our Monday night prayer meeting at my place then and I'll cook something you'll both be talking about long after the warm glow of some white boy loving has faded." "Deal!" Eli said just as Troy ambled back up from the bathroom. "We'll bring the booze if you'll bring the meat." On the way back to my place, I told Troy the plan. He wanted to know how I pulled that off and I told him about my no-pressure, nice guy campaign with them, even helping them fend off aggressive patrons without creating a scene that would reflect poorly on them with the bar owner. Then I told him about the three of us cooking dinner together on Sunday nights for six weeks or so, with no hint of any sex. Finally, I totally shocked him by telling him how it all went down this past week. "No shit! Trip, you have some kind of magic. You fucked them both! Every guy within 100 miles wants to get with those girls!" "Just follow my lead, be your kind, considerate self, and you'll be the second guy in Williston to enter their pearly gates of pleasure." Troy was so excited that he lost some of his trademark reserve, telling me how he had been so fucking horny he couldn't stand it. I was half-drunk and after thinking about how good he looked naked, asked him very quietly if he wanted another blowjob. He looked at his boots and mumbled "uhm, sure." I clapped him on the back and we walked out of the bar like the two drinking buddies we had become. Back at my place, Troy asked questions in his halting manner that let me know he wanted a blow-by-blow description of my night with Eli and Terri. I gave him the details he craved, watching the bulge in his tight Wranglers grow. When Troy said he was worried he wouldn't know what to do, since he was so inexperienced, I gave him a short seminar in how to make the most of what I thought would be a mind-blowing night. After a few basics, he still seemed even more deeply worried. "Look Troy, I know you're shy and all, but I fucking sucked you dick, dude -- and I'm going to do it again. You can ask me anything! Act like you were given truth serum and just get it on the table." "OK, I never got in a girl's pants. I got hand jobs but she wouldn't let me touch her pussy, so..." "Got it. You're worried about what to do to get a girl off, right?" "Yeah, I don't know how all the parts work. I'm not too happy admitting that, but it's the truth." I gave Troy a detailed description of "all the parts," paying particular attention to the clit and how girls like to have their clits played with and licked, tongued and mouthed. I knew exactly what Eli and Terri liked, so the instructions could be even more tailored. I told him exactly how to eat pussy and use the broad flat part of his tongue to give the girls the clit action they craved. Troy was less tongue-tied after I gave him graphic play-by-play instructions and pulled up some porn showing pussies and clits up close, freeze-framing the action and teaching him just what to do. I found a great girl-on-girl porn video that showed one beautiful porn star eating another's pussy up so close it looked clinical. Troy looked like he was about to explode from the idea that he would be doing that this Sunday after dinner. He was as unsure about how to get a girl off fucking as he was about eating pussy, so I went into details on that too, surprising him (as I had been at 15 when I first got laid) that the old in-and-out didn't usually give a girl sufficient clitoral stimulation to cum. I talked about where her clit was, and that when his cock was pumping in and out of her pussy, her clit was up "here," using the video to point it out, well above the hole you are fucking. So, I explained, you need to grind into her, so her clit gets lots of contact with the area above your dick, where your pubic bone is, grinding on each full insertion and when you feel her lock in and grind back, you need to slow down the full piston action and grind back, just pumping maybe an inch or so in and out until she has a shuddering orgasm. I assured him these girls were very comfortable with their bodies and would get what they needed if he would just go with the flow. I gave him as an example how they both rode my cock and controlled the action from the female superior position, more fucking me than I was fucking them. In that posture, they could grind their clits into me while I was all the way up inside them, which is how they seemed to get their best orgasms. But I also told him he needed to go for it and fuck the shit out of them too, as his pleasure was every bit as important as theirs. I described the doggy style double fucking I gave them to get that first nut, leaving Troy wide eyed and grinning ear to ear. Troy was still grinning at that image when I reached for his cock, which looked like it would burst through the thin denim fabric if something didn't give. We both got naked and, stoked by all the talk about fucking, Troy was soon thrusting into my wet mouth. I decided to use this sucking session to get him to express himself more and lose some more inhibition about saying what he wanted, doing what felt good, and enjoying himself without holding back. It would help him out this Sunday. I asked Troy what felt good, what he liked, what he wanted me to do that I hadn't done. When he said it all felt good, I pressed for more. I took his engorged tool out of my mouth and wetly licked his balls, covering them in saliva. Then I gently took his right ball in my mouth and mouthed it a little while my right hand slowly jacked his cock. "Like that?" "Uh, it's a bit scary... but I liked you licking them." "I feel the same way, dude. I am uncomfortable when some chick puts my nuts in her mouth, afraid if what could go wrong." Troy chuckled a little as I lavished my tongue on his balls, then got up under them, licking the undersides and then firmly licking his taint. "How about that? Like it, prefer I stay further north? Talk to me." "No, I like it," Troy responded. "It's so different but it definitely feels good." "So when I'm sucking your cock and it occurs to you that you want me to lick your balls, tell me. Say 'lick my balls' OK? Express yourself and sex will be even better than if its all done silently." "I'll try. I know you're right, but it's hard." "Not as hard as this fat cock!" I dived back down, taking him to the balls and causing him to emit a soft "holy shit!" I sucked him deep and fast for a minute or two then resumed my lesson. "Fuck yeah, Troy. Say 'suck my cock;' say 'keep doing that,' or 'just like that.' Say whatever comes in your head! If you want something, ask. If it feels good, express it. You'll improve the experience for both parties." I, I wouldn't tell you to 'suck my cock;' it sounds so, so superior..." "But I am sucking your cock. Break that taboo, dude, say it!" "Uh, I'll try... suck that cock!" He said the words but it was just to appease me. "Yeah, I love sucking this big thick cock and I love hearing its owner tell me what to do." "Uhm, lick under my balls a minute. That felt so good." Troy was getting into it, at least a little, and I made sure I rewarded him each time he took a baby step toward being more uninhibited in bed. He tentatively started telling me what he liked and what felt good. I made sure it felt so good that he'd find it easier to say every time. I was incredibly turned on to hear him start expressing himself while I was sucking his big cock. When his pre-cum started to flow, I showed him the clear salty fluid he was producing and asking him if he had ever tasted it. "Like when I'm jacking off? No, I mean I never thought to taste anything like that... I am pretty inhibited as you say about all that. I'm embarrassed right now admitting to you that I do jack off." "We'll work on that one. Even when I was fucking three and four different girls a week, I always jacked off, as did everyone I knew. It's normal, it's natural and it feels good. I'm going to help you get in touch with your sexuality and use it to live life a little fuller, if that's OK with you." "I'd like that. I know I'm kind of backwards, Trip. If I seem ungrateful, please know I appreciate it. It's just hard for me." Oil Patch Buddies Ch. 02 I took a couple of deep sucks on his thick tool then said, "OK, while I finish this blowjob, I want you knock down some mental barriers that will make you feel so liberated after you do it. You up for that? It's just a little talk therapy. You don't have to do anything but answer some questions? OK?" "OK, sure, I mean I'll try." "Good. Tell me every detail about the last time you had a real good jerk off session, all alone with no worry someone was going to walk in. Tell me when it was, what led you to do it as in what were you thinking about, what fantasies you played in your head while you did it, and exactly how you did it. If you pause and get embarrassed, remember, you're talking to a guy who has your cock in his mouth. How the fuck could you be embarrassed to tell me anything?" I resumed sucking with purpose and Troy tried to find the words to speak about something he had never talked about to anyone before. "It was last week when I had the room all to myself and knew the other guys were not going to be back for hours. I knew that was a relatively rare opportunity to be alone, so I got naked and lay on top of the bed. I didn't have any porn or a computer, so I just closed my mind and imagined myself with different girls, doing things I had seen in porn films." "Perfect. See that was easy to set up. Keep going. You're naked. Is your dick hard yet?" "No, I mean I wasn't jerking off because I had a hard-on; I was doing it because I had the room to myself. So I started playing with it while I imagined taking some girl's clothes off and her sucking my dick and me fucking her." I looked up from my work and egged him on: "Keep it going." "I imagine this hot girl saying stuff like 'I need you inside me,' and she takes my cock in my hand guiding my dick into her pussy as she opens her legs to accept me. We start fucking in the missionary position and it feels so good..." "OK, back to jerking of. Did you lube up, are you jacking it dry? What are you doing while this fantasy fuck scene is playing in your mind?" "I used to jack off dry, hurrying to get it done, until you showed me how good it felt with lotion. So I bought some. As soon as my dick got good and hard, I squeezed some lotion right on the head of my dick and spread it all around, so it was a wet jack off session that time. I felt like the wet hand sliding up and down on my dick was her wet pussy." "OK, so keep going and tell me about shooting your load, what you were thinking and where the cum went. Get it all out, dude." "Well as soon as I imagined myself fucking her wet pussy, I started to get close and I watched my cock as I shot out this big shot of cum, which landed back on my dick and balls, then the second shot landed on my stomach and I kept going, jacking faster until more cum oozed out and mixed with the lotion to make a super-slick lube. It felt great and made a mess." "Nice. It's easy to talk about this shit. Does it feel good to be able to say out loud 'I jacked off when I got the room to myself and it felt great?'" "Yeah, you're right. I need to be a lot less reserved." "OK, now let me dial up the embarrassment and really challenge you. I'll go first with something I'm a little embarrassed about and know I shouldn't be. Troy, I jerked off thinking about sucking your dick. It freaked me out that I was thinking about that instead of fucking some girl, but it is what it is. Just telling you about that feels great. You're the only person I could tell and I just got it off my chest." "That doesn't shock me Trip." "So have you done the same thing, jacked off thinking about me blowing you?" Troy was real quiet, which told me all I needed to know. I stopped sucking his dick and waited for his answer. He didn't say anything for maybe a minute which seemed like an eternity. "OK, Troy, just tell me and I'll leave you alone and finish the job at hand. Tell me. It stays right here with me. Never leaves this room." Troy's face turned redder than I have ever seen anyone turn and he looked away from me. "Troy?" "Yes," he said in almost a whisper. "It has made me think I'm crazy or that I must be gay, but yes, I think about it every day. And yes, I have jerked off thinking about you sucking my dick and shooting my load in your mouth... I did that this morning in the shower." I got up from my position between his legs and hugged him like a brother. I felt a wet tear on my shoulder. I hugged him and he hugged me back even tighter. "Troy, that took huge courage to say. There's nothing wrong with you. I promise. You aren't gay. You aren't a freak. You're a normal eighteen year old male who needs to get his rocks off at least a time or two every single day. Of course you think about the only time you ever had sex. After you fuck those waitresses, I guarantee you'll jerk off to that a lot more than some blowjob from a dude." "Thanks, Trip. God, I needed to hear that and you have been so right about everything. I'm an idiot, sitting here crying like a baby. I don't cry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm sorry to ruin your night." "Ruin it? You have made my night and my week and month. You just got your darkest, scariest secret off your chest and it's nothing to be ashamed of." "I wish I really felt that way." "Troy, think it through. You never had sex with anybody before. Then I sucked you off and it felt great. So the next time you jerked off, you naturally thought about the one time you actually had sex. Troy you'd be a freak if that wasn't what you thought about. If you didn't think about it, you'd be one seriously bottled up dude with so much repressed shit that an army of shrinks couldn't help you! You did what any normal person would do. Believe me? Tory was smiling a little now, the relief in his face palpable. "I hadn't looked at it that way, but you've got to be right. What else would I think about when that was the only time in my life I had experienced any kind of sex with anyone except my right hand? Trip, I owe you for so much. Thanks for helping me think through this. The guilt I have been carrying around about that was almost too heavy to take. Now I think it's gone." "And when I say you're going to fuck those hot waitresses, I mean it. That's my promise to you. I will make sure it happens and then you'll have at least three jack off fantasies, ok? "You really think that can happen? I mean I want to have sex with a girl so bad it hurts." "Promise. Don't worry about it. And be sure to jack off a couple of times before hand so you can last when those lusty ladies put the loving on you for real." That got him to laugh. Troy's dick had deflated while he talked through a tough topic, so I picked up where I left off, bringing him back to full mast in a flash. Troy was more confident now. He told me to move around where he could get at my dick. As I sucked Troy back to where he needed to be, he played with my cock and balls, working me up to a big hard-on again. Without my asking, he grabbed the lotion and lubed me up, making my hand job feel wet and wonderful. We worked each other to a nice almost mutual explosion of jizz. As I sucked harder and took him deeper, Troy had lots to say, urging me on and telling me how great that felt. He was like a different guy than the quiet one I had to pull the words out of earlier. "That feels so fucking good, Trip. Oh fuck, that feels amazing. I'm getting closer... Yeah, keep doing that, exactly like that..." Troy was now thrusting to meet every suck, his hips rising off the bed as we got back into a rhythmic suck-and-thrust pattern. His insistent jacking of my straining dick was working wonders on me too and the combination of his hand and the incredibly erotic feeling of his hard cock pistoning in and out of my mouth made my cum start to rise. Troy was watching my cock as he jacked it, looking back and forth at his dick pumping my mouth and his hand move up and down my tool at the same pace. I gave a muffled signal that I was about to shoot and Troy increased the speed of his hand, watching for my eruption. I thrust my hips, fucking his insistent fist until I erupted in a big stream of cum. Some landed on me and some on Troy. He kept jacking my cock as the cum shot out. "That's so fucking hot to watch... I'm about to bust, I'm close. I'm going to shoot it in your mouth. Get ready for it... oh fuck, oh fuuccckkk..." Troy rammed his thick cock all the way in my mouth and cum surged out of his slit, coating my mouth and tongue. Some of the jizz shot so deep into my mouth that I had to swallow this time. More cum shot out and filled my cheeks. I didn't think, I just did what came naturally to me and swallowed the creamy jizz that was filling my mouth, turned on beyond belief by the feeling of his load shooting out and hitting my mouth and tongue. He came in several more spurts which I eagerly swallowed, tasting the hot salty cum and deciding I liked it. By the time Troy's dick was no longer spurting jizz, I was sucking the head of that cock, trying to get the last drop. I craved it. Troy had a breakthrough tonight and so did I. I was enjoying my evolving sexuality to the hilt, savoring the new experiences and dismissing any pangs of regret. It was a therapeutic night for sure, for both of us. I had cleaned Troy's spent tool with my tongue, swallowing every drip and glob I could find, to his wide-eyed amazement. When I was finished, he confidently strode over to my fridge buck naked, a newly confident young man who had purged a demon, and lost a load. I asked him if he had ever walked around naked before, anywhere, recalling how quickly he donned his shorts last time. Troy grinned and said no, but that it felt damn good to be swinging free in the air. I told him when summer came, we'd find a place to go skinny dipping because it feels even better outside. When he walked up with a cold beer for me, I took his cock in my hand and squeezed it up from the base, bringing up a nice big pearl of cum. "Watch this," I said, then proceeded to lick it off and swallow it, then nurse a bit on the head of his beautiful cock, seeing if there was any more for me. "Damn!" Troy said. "You know I'm going to jerk off to that image tomorrow, and I feel good saying that out loud." "Text me when you do. It doesn't need to be explicit, just say that "Jack" and I'll know exactly what you mean. You'll feel awesome doing it." "I will, Trip. Count on it. You might get several texts like that, before Sunday night that it."