Fabian Noah and Mancus Son said God!

EXTERIOR - DAY

Tulsa oil well pumped Fabian Noah up. Hard-driven desire swelled out his Wranglers. He watched the son of Mancus Drilling & Son bend his hot ass over to plug a crude leak on the Derrick Ark.

"Dinner at six o'clock?" Fabian Noah asked.

"Rigger, you don't know menu," Mancus son said.

"Mancus son, you don't know manmade," Fabian Noah replied.

Mancus son stood upright all sweaty, smudged with crude. He bulged at insult. The more he walked away, the more desire stroked the Lord's rod in the pasture behind the old oak tree wide enough to hide masturbation. He jerked until white bubbled pre-Fab and then shot out a geyser. "I do know manmade" Marcus son gasped!

INTERIOR - NIGHT

Fabian Noah prepares bratwurst casserole, two sausages bedded in saurkraut sprinkled with parsley, carrots, sliced potatoes, peeled cubed garlic, and whole white mushrooms. The oven takes care of the rest.

Fabian Noah puts on the CD. Christian Rock blares through the surround sound speakers. His white jeans fill out the shaved and oiled package. He's wearing cologne that is way too aggressive for bratwurst casserole but just right for dessert.

EXTERIOR - SAME

The doorbell rings promptly at six. The son of a preacher stands outside with a bottle of wine in a rainbow-colored gift bag with a tie string.

"Hello father, come in," Fabian Noah says.

"Hi son," Fabian Noah's father says.

INTERIOR - SAME

"How's the oil business, Fab?" Fabian Sr. asks.

"Hot and filthy, other than that, Mancus son keeps me hard and emptied," Fabian Noah replied.

Dinner is served. Fabian Sr. gives the blessing. He ends it on a note of Cheers instead of Amen and raises his wine glass.

"I always did hate my father's tradition. You've never known me to go along with his crowd, Fab," Fab Sr. said. "Crank up the CD and let's break bread."

The meal filled all things between father and son, conversation engaged, wine bottle emptied, dinner dishes finished, Fab Sr. puts on his hat, gives Fabian Noah a tight hug and exits the home.

INTERIOR - 2AM - FABIAN NOAH'S BEDROOM

Muscles relaxed, pillows soft, and wine mellowed, Fabian wakes to hear the doorbell ring.

EXTERIOR - SAME

Mancus son stands outside with a six-pack of Keystone.

Standing in his tight white jockey shorts, Fabian Noah peers out his window. "Mancus son of a gun!" Fabian Noah's hardness pushes the door open.

"Hello Mancus son, come in."

Mancus son stares at Fabian Noah's erection. Mancus son pushes the Keystones in Fabian Noah's crotch.

"Put the Stones in the fridge, put that manmade in me!" Mancus son said.

INTERIOR - 2:10AM - FABIAN NOAH'S BEDROOM

Christian Rock blares from the surround sound speakers. Mancus son bent his hot ass over. Fabian Noah opened a condom and eased into Mancus son where heavenly lubrication dripped. Mancus son said "God!"

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