I Can't Say Enough About That First Job Offshore

I got a job working the evening shift at a warehouse offshore Malaysia on a platform rig, this was in the 80s. Space is limited and everyone has to share a small double bunk room. I was warned about what happened out there, but I never really believed it. The work hours were long, and the food was great. There was a small rec room but really all you wanted to do was fall asleep. My roommate was a mid thirties Australian 'bloke', and he masturbated. He had some lube jelly and he offered me some and said he would give me a handjob if I let him.

He started with the handjob but right after he started he got him mouth going and he was giving me a blowjob. He sucked hard and used his hands like it was all old school for him and he got me to blow in his mouth, which he licked off his lips and the sides of his mouth. He wasn't just queer like that, he wanted to kiss and get in my bunk with me to feel the heat. His cock was hard and rubbing against my thigh while he kissed me and he started to hump. He got up and grabbed his jar of jelly and lubed me up front to back and gave me a hard fucking finishing within me.

Yes, the stories were true.

My time offshore made me a lot of money, I met some great guys, some great cocks and went home after my 28 day tour with more than enough cum to keep me well lubricated. I wasn't all out queer when I started that job, but I ended up all queer when it ended. Too bad I threw my back out and was relegated to a desk job in Houma Louisiana, with nothing but oilfield trash women.