FRICTION FICTION: DOUBLE DICK by Robert Ralph (1984)

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DOUBLEDICK
By Robert Ralph
(Honcho.Nov.1984.)

I knew from the first day out on the oil rig that I was the worm — that
is, the new, relatively inexperienced worker. Even though I was
prepared, the jibes hit home and made me a little uncomfortable. The
tool pusher Jake surveyed me with a skeptical glance.

"You can sure as shit tell he's a worm!" He threw back his head and
laughed. Jake was approaching middle age, somewhere between forty and
forty five, with thinning black hair that was shot with gray and cut
short for easy maintenance. The creases in his sunburned, leathery skin
furrowed as he laughed. There was no malice in his verbal hazing, and
his salt and pepper moustache twitched as he talked. The man was still
solid as a rock, his naked chest corded with muscles. His biceps rippled
as he pointed a greasy hand in my direction.

"Yeah, you're the goddamned fucking worm, all right. Look at that brand
spanking new hardhat, Chip. Clean as a whistle. Goddamned worm!"

Chip smiled and said, "It's mighty shiny, for sure. Probably still has
the price tag stuck on it!"

They both roared with laughter. Chip was the other roughneck who, like
me, was working his way through college. But he'd been around a while
and had the advantage. In the field, experience counts for a lot. This
gave Chip an edge. His blond hair poked out from his greasy hardhat,
which was so beat up and dirty that it was almost impossible to tell
what color it had originally been. His broad, beefy chest was covered
with a layer of sun-bleached hair. Although it was as smeared with
grease as Jake's was, rivers of sweat broke through the grimy barrier to
expose his chestnut brown skin. Both men wore tight, faded jeans which
clung to their bodies showing off big boxes; I tried not to stare, but
the temptation was too great.

My steel toed work boots still smelled new, proclaiming my novice status
as much as anything else. Their boots were scuffed, scarred, and bore
the testimony of constant hard use. Streaks of grease on their faces
looked like shiny war paint. Work warriors! That's what they are, I
thought. Both exuded a wonderful musky aroma of sweat, grease, and
masculinity which raised my blood pressure.

"Well, don't stand there gawking like a goddamned baby," Jake said. "Get
your butt up here and prove you ain't fuckin' somebody's wife to get on
the payroll!"

Chip slapped his thigh at this joke and catcalled as I climbed up to the
drill floor where they were standing.

He reached up, snatched my hardhat off, and rubbed his dirty hands
across its silver surface, leaving streaks of grease across it.

"That looks a little better," he said, plunking it back on my head. "Has
a way to go to look really used, but that takes the glint off." He
smiled and turned his back. It was laced with muscle, and his ass was
clearly defined in his jeans. One pocket was torn off all the way to the
center seam, exposing his untanned, naked ass-cheek. Since he wasn't
wearing any underwear, the hairy crack of his ass showed a little as he
moved. The guys had me turned on like crazy. I kept stealing quick
glances at Chip's gorgeous ass, while blood pounded in my cock. This was
my very first day on the job. How in the hell was I going to make it the
rest of the time? I felt nervous and excited being so close to him, but
I knew I had to attend to business. With the hard work that lay ahead, I
had no time for messing around; but I couldn't help stealing looks at
the two of them from time to time. Especially at Chip's beautiful ass,
which was trying like an angry animal to get out of the cage of his torn
jeans.

"Well, come on," said Chip. "Get with the program."

"Sure," I said. "It's just that everything's so new," I lied, trying to
give my dick time to soften.

"Yeah, it's easy for the worm to find things peculiar," Jake said.
"Reminds me of a friend of mine who was backpacking all over Europe.
Decided to give himself a treat and spend one night in one of them there
fancy hotels."

"Set him back a bundle?" Chip asked.

"Sure did. But it was worth it. The room was real decked out. In the
bathroom they even had one of them there . . . whatcha-call-its? A . . .
doucher?"

"I think they're called a benet . . . or a bidet . . . something like
that," Chip said.

"Well, shit, he didn't know what the damned thing was. All he knew was
it was the perfect size for icin' down two six packs of beer!"

"No kidding?" I asked.

"It's true. But hell, when he found out what those things was really
used for, he wouldn't touch a drop of that beer. Didn't drink another
can!"

"It sounds like a helluva waste of good beer," Chip said. "Well, goddamn
it, worm, come on up here and start earning your money. We'll straighten
you out on what you need to know!"

I followed Chip's guidance, and bent down to loosen the kelly, the part
of the drill floor which turns the pipe, so that we could drop in
another piece. My eyes were exactly level with Jake's crotch. As he
turned slightly, I saw that a major portion of the inseam was ripped and
the movement caused his balls to hang out. Big ones, in a fleshy sack,
covered with a sprinkling of dark hair. As he turned, the large, uncut
head of his big cock slipped across the opening for a split second. He
had to see me staring with my mouth dropped open, but he made no
comment. My dick throbbed and hurt as my tightly drawn pants leg
constricted it. It's rough as hell getting a bone when it has
practically no place to swell to! Jake looked at me and smiled a knowing
smile. Still, he made no comment.

"Let's get this fucking joint in the ground," Chip said. "I need a
smoke."

As the piece of pipe snaked into the hole, Jake said, "Yeah, mama, here
comes a long, hard one to swab that big black cunt of yours." As he said
"cunt," he stared at me. Nervous sweat dampened my armpits.

Jake reached inside his jeans through the rip and scratched his nuts,
drawing my attention like a metal bar to a magnet. He tugged on his ball
sack until it was free of the hole. The head of his cock swelled
slightly as he pulled down on his nuts, the tip pushing through the
mound of flesh about an inch. My eyes were glued to it. As suddenly as
he'd revealed it, Jake jammed his family jewels back inside. I turned
quickly back to the work at hand. He laughed low in his throat.

As soon as the pipe was secure, Jake and Chip withdrew to smoke. I
excused myself, ostensibly to take a healthy one. I had to get by
myself. They were deep in conversation and kept glancing towards me. The
sight of those two hung hunks in ripped jeans flashing their equipment
had done a real number on me. My poor body ached, it needed release so
bad. My cock thumped violently down my pants leg. I rounded the corner
of the rig and felt my nuts begging for release, my dick tingling with
anticipation, urging me to jerk it off. I stripped off my shirt.

"Oh, shit," I thought, right on the brink of unloading before I could
get it out. I loosened my belt. There was a stack of Igloo coolers full
of drinks ready for our lunch. Unbuttoning my jeans and shoving them to
my ankles, I fell on the nearest cooler and took my pulsing cock in
ready fingers.

I leaned against the rig, yanking my dick frantically. The image of
Chip's ass cheeks and Jake's cock and balls hanging out raced in front
of me. I jerked wildly, as my nuts rose to the magical crescendo.

"Yeah, baby, it's gonna be just a second!" I whispered, increasing my
hand action. My cock head spewed oily fluid, making it even more
slippery. Every vein stood out, and my piss hole gaped open. The
wonderful sensation started along the base and moved up the shaft.

"Baby, here . . . it . . . COMES!" I whispered. My cockhead ballooned
suddenly and spat out the first gob of cream. It shot in every
direction, like a fire hydrant gush with the hose pulled loose. Hot
sprayed all over my stomach and thighs, burning my skin like liquid hot
steel.

At this instant, in my direct line of vision, the door to the
mud-logger's little trailer opened. He stepped out, blinking like a
groundhog looking for his shadow. Our mud-logger was an aging geologist,
balding, with coke bottle eyeglasses magnifying his eyes. I knew he was
an uptight fundamentalist who wouldn't have said "shit" if he had a
mouth full of it. There was no stopping my , which kept spurting from
my happy dick. I tugged and pulled, extracting the complete range of
sensation from it, splattering the last of my load onto my shoulder. The
mud-logger be damned.

He took in the sight of my ejaculation in one glance. His mouth dropped
open and his hand went to his throat like it pained him. He emitted a
prolonged rattling croak, and his neck flushed bright red. I pulled my
balls and squeezed out another hefty gob. Dipping my fingers in the
mess, I kept rubbing the head of my softening dick, having had one of
the best jack offs I'd ever felt. He continued gasping like he was
having a heart attack, rooted to the little step.

He yanked off his glasses and put them back on, reassuring himself he'd
seen what he thought he had. Then, as quickly as he'd appeared, he
retreated inside and slammed the door. I chuckled, wondering what must
be running through his mind. What the hell? I didn't see the mud-logger
again during the rest of that work tour. It was like he'd disappeared
from the face of the earth.

I took out my handkerchief, wet it in the icy water in the cooler, and
cleaned myself up. My knees were still shaky, but I felt great.

When I returned to the drill floor, Chip and Jake were already there.
Chip's back was to me, and the hole in the seat of his pants appeared
larger, revealing his entire ass crack. He was watching me over his
shoulder. Jake faced me, legs spread apart, balls hanging out. I looked
back and forth, my mouth drying up.

Jake began stroking his man meat until it got fully up, a gigantic dick
tool, hard, thick, and long, bobbing in the hot West Texas sun and
shining with sweat. He touched it lovingly, like a man holding a
valuable object. Tension filled the air. It was impossible for me to be
nonchalant. My mouth was almost too dry to form words. But my face told
all.

"You know, Jake, I think the worm wants something from us, and wants it
bad!" Chip said, letting one hand rub sensuously down his bare ass and
reach into the dark, hairy crack.

"My sentiments 'zactly. I've been workin' this motherfuckin' rig ten
days without any and my old dick's hankerin' for some action!"

I was so excited and taken aback that I sat down on the drill floor, my
head spinning. They stood facing each other and pulled me to my feet.
"Hey, guys — I — ' I started to protest. Jake pinioned my arms and Chip
unlaced my boots. "This isn't funny," I said, as Chip reached for my
belt buckle.

"What's takin' so long?" Jake asked. "I need to pump some ass real bad!"
His big hard on stuck out the hole in his inseam and shoved against me.

"It's a funny kind of buckle. I'm not sure how it works." Chip fiddled
around tugging and pulling but finally got it loose. In one swift move
he pulled down my jeans. His hot, dirty hands closed on my box, groping
roughly. They played over my stiff nipples and down my stomach. Jake's
hot man meat battered against my ass, trying to get in.

"Look, guys — " I said, struggling.

Chip pulled my underwear to my ankles and yanked my dick for good
measure. My full hard on pointed straight out.

"Son of a bitch's got a bone on!" Jake remarked. "Just look at that big,
stiff pecker! He wants it all right. Just like I told you!" Chip freed
my legs from the jeans and underwear, leaving me stark naked.

"I told you he wanted it real bad!"

Chip wiped a gob of grease on my asshole. He jammed a finger inside the
opening to make sure where his target was; it burned as he rotated in
and out.

"Come on, guys, this has gone far enough!" Two fingers pulled at my
asshole, forcing the flesh further apart.

They both laughed. "We got it all over you physically, worm," Jake said.
I could feel his insistent erection pushing hard against the cheeks of
my ass. "You ain't no match for the two of us. We're gonna get what we
want!"

Chip pressed his dick against me while Jake pushed against my butt. Chip
lifted me completely off the drill floor. Instinctively, I locked my
legs around his waist, thinking that might stop him.

"Now, guys — " I protested.

They continued laughing and didn't say a word. Both were getting into
the spirit of what they were doing.

Chip took hold of his dick and jammed it against Jake's, holding their
two cocks tightly at the base and making one huge double dick that was
thicker than my forearm. Chip smeared more grease around my asshole to
make sure it was well lubed, and I felt as if all ten of his fingers
were in my opening at once. Rough bastard!

"What do you think you're doing? Take it easy! Your joke's gone far
enough!" I shouted.

"Has it?" Chip asked. "I think we're about to give you some special oil
field instructions. A real treat, worm! We're gonna put our pipes into
your big, black hole. By the time we're finished, you're gonna be fucked
out!"

"So are we!" Jake laughed.

"All fucked out," Chip repeated.

"Rigged out!" Jake said. "Or reamed out. One or the other!" They both
laughed. I wasn't amused at this point.

"Look, Chip — Jake — "

It was no use. The combination of their sweat and the grease had lubed
us all to the point that I felt myself sliding down between the two of
them, like a wiener between two hotdog buns. Their menacing combined
dick shafts lunged toward my butt, honing in on the target.

"This has gone as far as I — I can't take anything that big!" I cried.

"Yeah, you can," Chip said. "We've got a helluva lot of experience
putting big hard pipes in holes!"

Then I felt that double dickhead smash across my butthole, the
lubrication letting it slide easily past my sphincter. I winced at the
fiery contact. Pain darted up my rectum as it resisted the intrusion. My
body slid ever so slowly down onto that immense fleshy pole, impaling
itself centimeter by centimeter, and there was nothing I could do to
stop it. I screamed out loud as my pain turned to the highest level of
pleasure that I'd ever encountered. Chip exerted a gentle pressure on my
shoulders, forcing me lower onto their dick meat. In one simultaneous
upward thrust, they shoved far inside, as far as nature would allow, and
my eyes began to get foggy. Perspiration burned my eyes.

"Oh! Good God!" I cried out.

"I knew he'd like it," Chip gasped.

Each of them trembled from head to toe with the excitement of fucking me
while mutually stimulating each other, with the most sensitive parts of
their dicks rubbing together. I had never before had two dicks up my ass
at once. I squirmed like a stuck pig, my cries of ecstasy rising above
everything else. God, I was enjoying it! The rig began to spin. My skin
prickled and my ass throbbed. Joy! Happiness! My head reeled!

My dick bobbed frantically up and down. Chip and Jake stroked in unison,
fucking my ass, each lost in his individual fantasies. I gripped Chip's
thick neck for leverage as my nuts hugged close, hurting from the
aculation of anxious to be free. Chip wiggled his hips from side
to side, forcing his chest hair harder against my swollen dick shaft.

My dick trembled uncontrollably, hopping up and down faster and faster.
My fingers tightened their grip on Chip's skin and I yelled in frenzied
pleasure as creamy spurts of my shot onto his chest. A snow white
river burst from the end of my cock again and again, and hung on top of
his chest like Elmer's glue. My dick seemed to have an endless supply as
they touched my special place, forcing more hot cream to gush and
dribble.

Jake and Chip screamed wildly, lunging their dicks harder, driven crazy
by my orgasm.

"Man, I'm on the verge," Jake gasped.

"Me, too!" Chip responded through gritted teeth.

All four hands gripped me solidly as they tensed for their final burst
of pleasure. Jake's head went back and a strangled moan rushed out. Chip
gasped and closed his eyes. Both went rigid about the same time, as
their combined loads raced up my rectum in a flood of , a steamy hot
river erupting into my gut. I flashed on the old day of the oilfields
when rigs were allowed to blow in free, the black gold rushing up the
derricks and spewing everywhere into the bright sunlight. Their derrick
dicks kept gushing up my ass, flooding inside me until I passed out from
the intensity of it.

The first thing I heard afterwards was Chip saying, "I think he's coming
around."

My eyes began to clear and I realized we were lying on the drill floor,
their softening dicks still up my ass, poking slightly.

"Whew!" Jake said. "I've never done anything like that before!"

"Neither have I!" Chip said.

"Well, guys, that makes it unanimous," I added weakly.

"We gotta get back to work," Chip said, rising to his feet.

"Yeah," Jake said. "We got plenty of time for more of this . . . later!"

As I started to retrieve my clothes, I realized I was smeared with
grease, grime, and sweat as they were. All the shiny newness was gone!

Jake and Chip eyed me in my altered state. "We can't call him worm
anymore," Chip said.

"We pretty well fucked the sparkle out of him," Jake said.

"Sure looks like it." Chip rumpled my hair.

As I turned my attention to the work before us, I wondered if I could
make it through the summer. I knew I could handle the workload; that was
no problem. It was these two horny bastards I wasn't so sure about
keeping happy. But I had every intention of trying!!

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