u/johnnydiefenbaker

This occurred when I was 20 and Kent was 30+.

I felt super weird after my encounter with Kent. He must have felt the same way because he avoided me for a couple of days after our encounter. I honestly felt a little alarmed about it. Things had been consensual, sure, but I had a suspicion that any protests would have been ignored. I was left feeling a bit scared, but the fear and the horniness commingled into something wild and perverse. I pleasured myself a number of times thinking about what had transpired.

Kent showed up at my shack after crew change, long enough afterwards that he had clearly made an excuse to leave the camp and come see me. 

I accused him of avoiding me; he shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t ask to use the phone. He wanted to get a medical form… something that he easily could have picked up at the next crew change, or not at all, really. “That what you came here for?” I’d asked him, letting him know that I suspicious. “Yeah” he mumbled. It felt like a weird interaction and I wasn’t entirely sure what he was getting at. 

I provided the form which he took and slowly went to the door. He looked over his shoulder at me briefly and put his hand on the door. “Hold on”. He stopped. “If you want…” I motioned with my head to the sofa. He doffed his coveralls and work boots and sat on the sofa, relaxing into it.

My heart began racing and I got that same weird surreal feeling, maybe a bit less than last time. I kneeled between his legs and with shaky hands I pulled the elastics of his pants down and I pulled out his cock which was stiffened in my hand. I leaned down and took him in my mouth. He had showered after shifts change so the musk I had experienced before was lessened. He let out a low grunt/moan as my tongue made contact with his hardness. In our previous encounter I hadn’t blown him so much as had him face fuck me, so I was a bit out of my element. I did my best impersonate what I had seen in porno movies. I stroked him and bobbed up and down with my mouth. He began to gently thrust into my mouth which I managed to keep pace with. I fought my gage reflex as best as I could, though my eyes still watered and drool still dripped down my chin. 

This time things felt a bit more erotic and sexual, less like I was being hammered in the mouth, though having had a lot of time to think about it, both were equally enjoyable experiences. 

Unexpectedly, he told me to stop. He moved to the far end of the sofa and motioned for me to continue to blow him while lying next to him on the couch. I was briefly confused until I felt his hand pull my pants down a bit and he began to grope my ass. His fingers massaged my perineum (something that still drives me wild). He sucked on his finger and began to massage my hole while I blew him. Evidently this did it for him because he began to tense up, grunted loudly and I felt him explode into my mouth. 

I sat back into the couch, there was a moment of silence. I hadn’t pulled my pants back up all the way. Kent saw this and reach out and pulled the front down, exposing my very hard cock. He grunted in amusement and then grabbed a hold of me and began to stroke me. His hands were beefy from all of the physical labour he had done. I didn’t last long, not even a minute before I was shooting my load across the carpet of the shack. 

He left shortly after that. That evening I found myself going through my medic bag, there were a few packets of medical lubricants. I thought they might be useful, though I would certainly have to come up with a cover story for why I was missing medical supplies. It wasn’t meant to be however. That night a near miss incident shut down the site. The crews were sent home pending investigation and I was reassigned to another rig with fewer closeted roughnecks. 

I felt super weird after my encounter with Kent. He must have felt the same way because he avoided me for a couple of days after our encounter. I honestly felt a little alarmed about it. Things had been consensual, sure, but I had a suspicion that any protests would have been ignored. I was left feeling a bit scared, but the fear and the horniness commingled into something wild and perverse. I pleasured myself a number of times thinking about what had transpired.

Kent showed up at my shack after crew change, long enough afterwards that he had clearly made an excuse to leave the camp and come see me. 

I accused him of avoiding me; he shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t ask to use the phone. He wanted to get a medical form… something that he easily could have picked up at the next crew change, or not at all, really. “That what you came here for?” I’d asked him, letting him know that I suspicious. “Yeah” he mumbled. It felt like a weird interaction and I wasn’t entirely sure what he was getting at. 

I provided the form which he took and slowly went to the door. He looked over his shoulder at me briefly and put his hand on the door. “Hold on”. He stopped. “If you want…” I motioned with my head to the sofa. He doffed his coveralls and work boots and sat on the sofa, relaxing into it.

My heart began racing and I got that same weird surreal feeling, maybe a bit less than last time. I kneeled between his legs and with shaky hands I pulled the elastics of his pants down and I pulled out his cock which was stiffened in my hand. I leaned down and took him in my mouth. He had showered after shifts change so the musk I had experienced before was lessened. He let out a low grunt/moan as my tongue made contact with his hardness. In our previous encounter I hadn’t blown him so much as had him face fuck me, so I was a bit out of my element. I did my best impersonate what I had seen in porno movies. I stroked him and bobbed up and down with my mouth. He began to gently thrust into my mouth which I managed to keep pace with. I fought my gage reflex as best as I could, though my eyes still watered and drool still dripped down my chin. 

This time things felt a bit more erotic and sexual, less like I was being hammered in the mouth, though having had a lot of time to think about it, both were equally enjoyable experiences. 

Unexpectedly, he told me to stop. He moved to the far end of the sofa and motioned for me to continue to blow him while lying next to him on the couch. I was briefly confused until I felt his hand pull my pants down a bit and he began to grope my ass. His fingers massaged my perineum (something that still drives me wild). He sucked on his finger and began to massage my hole while I blew him. Evidently this did it for him because he began to tense up, grunted loudly and I felt him explode into my mouth. 

I sat back into the couch, there was a moment of silence. I hadn’t pulled my pants back up all the way. Kent saw this and reach out and pulled the front down, exposing my very hard cock. He grunted in amusement and then grabbed a hold of me and began to stroke me. His hands were beefy from all of the physical labour he had done. I didn’t last long, not even a minute before I was shooting my load across the carpet of the shack. 

He left shortly after that. That evening I found myself going through my medic bag, there were a few packets of medical lubricants. I thought they might be useful, though I would certainly have to come up with a cover story for why I was missing medical supplies. It wasn’t meant to be however. That night a near miss incident shut down the site. The crews were sent home pending investigation and I was reassigned to another rig with fewer closeted roughnecks.