From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Oil Rigger Man (gay)
Date: 7 Mar 1996 01:52:27 GMT

			    Oil Rigger Man

	I took a job on an oil rig off the coast of Texas in the
middle of the Gulf of Mexico because I needed the money. I knew the
work would be grueling and the hours would be long, but I didn't
figure on the level of sexual frustration I'd be feeling. Sex was
almost the only topic of conversation among the men, whether at work
or during our free hours in the rec room and in the bunks. The whole
crew was horny.

	At the age of twenty-one, I was one of the younger guys on the
rig. At first, I got quite a bit of ribbing about my looks. I'm blond
and look like I'm about eighteen at the outside. I've got a boyish,
delicate-looking face which has always bugged the hell out of me.
Fortunately, I've got a body that responds well to exercise, so I've
built myself up to the point that I could measure up physically to
almost any man on the crew.

	`Pretty Boy' has always been a standard nickname and I can
deal with it, but when Billy Franklin started calling me `girlie'
within my hearing, I mopped up the floor with him, right in the middle
of the rec room. He became a buddy of mine after that incident and
the rest of the guys started calling me Pete, which suited me just
fine.

	Terminal horniness was probably the worst problem any of us
faced, barring a stray hurricane blowing up in the gulf. Late at
night, after everyone was bedded down and supposedly asleep, there was
a lot of cock pounding going on. We had six guys in our room, Randy
Fox, Mac Seegar, Rick Reynolds, Bull Conklin, Billy Ranklin, my old
sparring buddy, and me, and we all had cum running out of our ears.
There was the acrid scent of jizz in the air damn near every night.
You could hear the men moaning and groaning, and the sound of flesh
sliding against flesh as a steady background till about six loads had
been dumped.

	One afternoon, I was off-shifting with Mac Seegar, so the two
of us were down resting while the other guys in the crew were on duty.
Mac was a big sexy guy who had turned my crank since the first day I'd
set foot on the rig. He was about thirty-five, tall, with the
shoulders of a linebacker. He was standing in the middle of the room,
peeling out of his work clothes while I watched him from my bunk. He
pulled his T-shirt up over his head, treating me to a view of his
hard, flat belly. A line of hair split him in two, running from his
navel up to his throat. His big pecs were dense in dark fur, his
thick, meaty nipples barely poking out of the sweaty tangle of curls.
He kicked off his boots and dropped his pants, scratching his fat
balls as he stretched mightily.

	"I'm so horny my balls hurt," Mac complained, turning to walk
over to his bunk. His ass was as hairy as his chest, like a pair of
perfectly shaped melons with fuzz! I had to hold onto the edge of the
bunk to keep from sneaking up behind him and jamming my tongue into
his hairy crack.

	"I know how you feel, Mac," I commiserated, heaving myself up
and walking over to sit on the bunk next to his. One thing about
living so close to all these men you didn't get embarrassed by being
bare-ass naked. Even the occasional boner in the showers drew no
response more serious than joking remarks about the size and shape of
your prick. I was half-hard when I walked over to Mac, but then, hell,
so was he. "I've been jacking off till my arm's all cramped up, but it
isn't helping."

	"You got that right, buddy. I'd give my left nut to wedge my
prick up into a tight, hot place and just pump it till I couldn't
fucking move."

	As he spoke, Mac's cock went from half-mast to full alert,
sticking up from between his legs like a flagpole. He had about seven
inches, cut, the fat knob on the end glowing a ruddy red. His prick
was shaped like a fucking wedge-blunt at the tip, the shaft getting
wider as it got down to the base. Any hole Mac got into would get a
hell of a stretching before he was done with it.

	"What do you say we jack off?" Mac asked out of the blue,
throwing me for a real loop.

	"Sure," I said, hoping this wasn't some kind of test I'd just
failed. I had the feeling that people would change their attitude
towards me radically if they found out I was gay. On the other hand,
Mac suggested it, so why not?

	"A little company can't hurt. Shit, I can hear everybody in
the fucking room beating it every night, so there's no harm in
looking. Right?"

	I nodded in agreement and slipped to the floor to join Mac. He
was kneeling at the side of his bunk, fingering the gaping slit on the
end of his knob. When I was kneeling, our knees were touching-he
didn't move back, so neither did I.

	I had my eyes focused on his body as he started working
himself over. The veins in his right arm were popping out full and
tight as he fisted his cock. His right pec was flexing in sync with
his jacking action, making my fingers ache to reach out and give it a
friendly squeeze. His nipples were bigger than quarters, the buds of
flesh in the centers starting to tighten as he got himself all revved
up. It was hot in the small room and the sweat was streaming down his
neck. It trickled through the furrow in the center of his chest,
glistening on the line of hair bisecting his belly as it made its way
down to his bush.

	He was leaking as heavily as I was and the air was starting to
reek of man-sex. The hairs on his knees were tickling me and I wanted
to reach out and run my fingers across his hairy body so much it was
killing me. The hairs were real long and silky, mostly a dark brown,
but when I looked real close, I could see red and blond highlights. I
just kept my free hand balled up on my thigh, out of trouble.

	"You like what you're looking at?" Mac asked.

	"Just... just wishing I had some hair," I stuttered lamely,
hoping he wasn't going to freak out on me.

	"You're pretty much a hairless guy, aren't you?" He had a
glint in his eye. "Your skin looks like it'd be soft as a gal's."

	"I don't know about that," I said and gulped, feeling the
blood rush to my face. I hadn't been expecting this turn of events.
Now I didn't know what to do or say. As it turned out, I didn't have
to do a damned thing.

	"Oh, yeah," Mac groaned, his fingertips grazing my shoulder. I
shuddered at his touch, holding my breath, not knowing what was coming
next. His fingers trailed across my collarbone and down to my chest,
the callouses on his fingers tickling me, sending powerful rushes
through me.

	Since he was showing no signs of taking his hand away, I
figured turn-about was fair play, so I reached out and stroked the
soft fur between Mac's pecs. He grunted, but didn't move back, and I
let my hand wander over the swollen bulge of his left pec. My fingers
disappeared into the thick mat of sweat-damp fur, following the curve
of muscle over to his armpit. I pulled my hand back and licked at the
salty water, then started stroking his belly.

	Mac had moved his hand from my chest, down my belly, and now
his hand was around my waist, slowly tracing the curve of my ass
cheek. I still wasn't sure how curious he really was, but my cock was
getting stiffer by the second. Next thing I knew, he had my cheek
cupped firmly in his big hand and his fingers were tickling at my
crack. I pushed my butt back just slightly, baring my hole to his
probing.

	"You offering?" he asked. I looked up at him and he winked at
me. I gave a little nod and leaned forward till my face was resting
against his shoulder. He went after my ass with both hands then,
squeezing and massaging my butt till I was practically panting with
lust. He pressed a thick finger against my asshole and poked me
tentatively. I pushed back and opened up for his probing, sucking his
finger in to the second knuckle. I looked down at his dick-it was
throbbing, the cream running down the shaft onto his big nuts. It
looked like Mac was very interested, indeed!

	"Turn around, buddy," he whispered urgently. I scrambled
around and leaned over the bunk behind me, sticking my butt up in the
air. He was between my legs in a flash, his hairy thighs pressed
against mine, his knees forcing them wide apart. I felt his thick
shaft rub against my crack a couple of times, then he pulled back and
took aim.

	First there was this pressure as his blunt cockhead mashed
against my butt ring, then I felt an incredible rush as he breached
me. He was in me, his cock slippery from his own jizz. I stuffed a
corner of a blanket into my mouth to keep from crying out. I hadn't
been fucked in over a year and I felt like a fucking virgin all over
again. Mac felt thicker than he'd looked, his prong stretching me
wider and wider as he drove it deeper into me. Finally, I felt his
balls bouncing off of mine and his bush tickling my ass. He was in to
the hilt!

	The only sound in the room was our ragged breathing. Then Mac
started pumping me slowly at first, building up speed as I started
pushing my ass back against him. I writhed and bucked, partly because
I was so happy to be having my shitter plugged, partly to make sure
that Mac got the ride of his life. He'd wanted a tight, hot place to
put his meat and I was going to make sure he didn't regret choosing
mine.

	"Damn, you sure feel good," he growled, leaning forward and
grabbing my shoulders to pull me back tight. "It don't look much like
pussy, but it feels damn near as good."

	"By the time I'm through, you'll like it even better," I shot
back at him, flexing my asshole several times in rapid succession. He
grunted and dug in deep, making me think I might be able to prove my
point. After he'd ridden me for a few minutes in this position, I
slipped forward on the bunk, dislodging him with a wet popping sound.
He started to protest, but I flipped over onto my back and spread my
legs in a wide V. "I just wanna watch you while you're having so much
fun," I said, dilating my hole, letting him see what control I had.

	"You get back here, boy," he snapped, grabbing me by the hips
and pulling me back onto his throbbing pecker. I figured he'd have his
eyes closed so he could make believe that he was dicking some broad,
but he was actually looking down at me, studying my body.

	"Touch my cock, Mac," I moaned, rolling my head from side to
side. He was pounding my joy knob with every thrust, making my toes
curl. He hesitated at first, then his fingers slowly stroked along
the inside of my thigh, down to my nuts. He stroked them tentatively,
then ran a finger slowly up from my asshole, tracing my cum tube from
back to front. I squirted juice and he rubbed it between his fingers,
then smeared it over the head of my aching meat.

	After teasing my knob for a couple of minutes, he fisted my
meat and started with a slow jacking motion. I was ready to cum at any
second anyway, and this cinched it for me. I dug my fingers into his
biceps and started bucking my ass against him. He picked up his speed
and started driving into me as hard as he could pump. I felt his first
hot blast spill into my gut and lost my load, shooting jets of cream
up over his chest and belly, leaving ropy strings of cum hanging
everywhere. His dick flexed and throbbed for a good five minutes
before he finally went soft and slipped out of my well-stretched hole.

	"I'll be right back," Mac said as he crossed the room. "I
gotta take a piss after that. That is one sweet hole, Pete."

	He left the room and I rolled over on my back, my butt in the
air, ready for round two when he came back. I was gonna enjoy being
alone with him for the rest of the long afternoon.

	The door opened and I heard footsteps padding into the room. I
reached back and spread my cheeks wide. "Target primed and ready," I
chuckled lustfully. I felt a finger slide up my ass, then two, then a
third. I squeezed down and wiggled my butt seductively.

	"Holy fucking shit!"

	"Feel that grip, would you?"

	"Hot damn!"

	"What the fuck?" I yelped, looking over my shoulder in a
panic. Instead of Mac's face, I was looking up at Randy, Rick and
Bull. They already had their flys open and three cocks were waving in
the air above my ass, ready for action.

	"We ran into old Mac in the can," Rick explained, punching his
finger deeper. "He had that look on his face a man only gets when he's
just had a good piece of ass. Looks like you're the piece he just had,
Pete."

	"Come on, guys," protested, "we were just letting off some
steam."

	"We've all worked up a pretty good head of steam," Bull
grunted, his cock bouncing up and down excitedly. "You can't help out
one of your buddies without sharing the wealth. Mac said you're a
better fuck than a lot of the gals he's been with over the years." He
pushed the other guys aside and started feeding me a second helping of
pecker. Bull wasn't as thick as Mac, but he was a good three inches
longer. He plowed into me in one long thrust. I gotta admit, though,
it felt real good, getting dicked so deep.

	"You suck cock as well, dude?" Rick asked, stepping over to
the other side of the cot. I nodded, figuring there was no use playing
coy at this point. My lips slipped over the hooded knob on the end of
his meat and I started making like a vacuum cleaner. His cockhead
bounced against the back of my throat and slid down my gullet,
plugging me up fore and aft.

	Bull was humping my butt like a crazy man, his heavy balls
swinging up between my legs and bouncing against my cock on every
thrust. I held on to Rick's hips and slurped on his stiff spike. He
grabbed me by the ears and fucked my face like a rabbit, shooting his
load in a hurry. I sucked and swallowed, draining every last drop
before I let him go. Randy stepped in to take his place, almost
unhinging my jaw when he rammed his monster meat down my throat. I
pounded him in the gut with my fist a couple of times and he backed up
a bit, letting me go at my own pace.

	I wasn't planning to leave even an inch of his dick
unexplored, it was just that it was too impressive a specimen to do a
rush job on. He was at least ten inches long, tightly clipped, the
shaft straight and stiff. The huge head was flared out tight and full,
filling my mouth as he leaned into me. I got both hands wrapped around
the shaft and still had full access to his purple knob.

	Bull dumped his nuts and left my shitter gaping and empty.
Rick had recovered enough from his blow job to step around and fill
the gap for me. I settled back on his throbbing spike, the fire in my
belly burning hotter as he started a slow, easy screw. While he was
stirring it around, Randy had managed to start tickling my nose with
his rusty-red bush, so I had my hands free.

	Billy was in the room now as well, smirking down at me like he
was thinking of calling me some new names. I grabbed his dick and
pulled him over towards the bed. His cock was a perfect fit for my
hand, curving up against his hairy gut, hard as an iron bar. I stroked
it a few times, milking out a palm full of juice, then I slicked down
the shaft and started massaging his balls. When I slipped my fingers
back between his legs, he tensed up a bit then spread `em, just a
little bit. I prodded him a couple of times, then my finger sank past
his springy ass ring and I had him up to the second knuckle. When I
looked up at him again, he wasn't smirking, but he sure as hell was
grinding his hips and his prick was practically vibrating.

	Rick was a master cocksman. He continued to pound in and out
of my tingling manhole. Randy was getting close to feeding me-his
crown jewels had pulled up so tight they were totally hidden from
view. I went to work on the trigger of nerves just back of the head
and he howled liked a dog as he pumped my mouth full of scum.

	"I want in on the other end of this action"' I panted, licking
my lips and pushing myself into an upright position. I put my feet on
the floor, careful not to dislodge Randy, and I grabbed Billy by the
arm, pulling him close. "You want it bad, boy," I snapped, staring
into his green eyes. "Your asshole was chewing on my finger so hard I
thought I was gonna lose it."

	"You're full of shit," he protested, trying to pull away from
me. Mac and Bull were blocking his escape route, but he struggled
valiantly to get away. They grabbed him by the arms and pushed him
back against me, rubbing his furry ass against my cock. Randy had me
firmly spiked, his big hands mauling my tits, so I got hold of Billy
by the balls and calmed him right down. He only struggled a little bit
when I pressed my fat butt plug up against his hole. I started
stroking his belly and sides, hoping to ease my entry. My hands
slipped up over the curve of his pecs and I got a good grip on his
big, meaty tits. One pinch and old Billy opened like an oyster in a
warm current, letting my prick slip into him easily.

	"You've done this before, haven't you?" I said, driving in
deep.

	"Just shut up and fuck me, Pete," he growled, flexing his
asshole like a pro. "A guy has to have a few secrets, doesn't he?"

	Hell, I could hardly argue about that. I was so primed from
all the action I'd been getting that I came after just a few strokes,
laying a huge load of cum up in Billy's hot hole.

	He was just getting going, so after he climbed off of my cock,
he walked right over to Mac and backed onto his big hard pecker. I
leaned against Randy's sweaty torso and ground my ass against his
pumping hips. It looked like sexual frustration wasn't going to be
much of a problem in our little crew anymore. Getting any rest,
however, was another matter entirely!