After working on projects at the university for the first two summers of civil engineering school my parents thought I should work for my uncle in the construction business to get some field experience between my junior and senior years. So a few days after getting home from college that spring I went shopping for work gear at the Army-Navy surplus store.

I bought tan Carhartt bib overalls, a pair of hard-to-find tan nubuck 12" work boots, a few pair of nice thick sweat absorbing boot socks and several blue chambray and khaki work shirts. The evening before I was to start working we had some really heavy rain but, rather uncharacteristically, I did not think much about it when I fell asleep. I was focused on how nice it would be to work out in the field instead of in a school lab for the summer.

In the morning I pulled on my new socks and decided to put on some boxer briefs for support rather than wearing my Carhartt bibs commando like I always wear my 501s. I didn't want to have any embarrassing moments on the job site.

I picked one of the new blue chambray work shirts and rolled up the sleeves to my elbows. After pulling on the Carhartts I laced up my new boots. A glance in the mirror brought a smile to my face. I liked the way I looked and felt a bit of motion in my groin as I thought about my upcoming day on a job site with hunky men.

At breakfast my mom commented that my nice new work wear was probably going to get quite muddy since it rained all night. Mom put up with me dirt biking while I was growing up so that was not something new for her. She just gave me money to take my clothes to the laundromat rather than dealing with the muddy clothes at home. So I learned at a relatively young age how to keep her from finding out how muddy I really got on my adventures.

I helped my dad get a vintage Jeep CJ-5 running when I was old enough to drive so that is what I took to work that morning. It felt good to once again be driving my old friend, which valiantly took me into (and got me out of) so many muddy adventures in the past. The weather was gloomy but it was not raining when I left the house.

When I got to the construction site I saw that they had laid down a path of gravel from the street to the construction trailer so I had no trouble driving up and parking nearby. But the rest of the site was a sea of water filled ruts, soggy looking dirt piles and lots of mud all around a warehouse building still under construction.

I walked in the door of the trailer and saw my Uncle Frank at a table with lots of drawings spread out. He was wearing some very muddy Muck Boots and his jeans were splattered with mud.

He turned around and said, "Well kiddo, you sure picked a miserable day to start work!"

"Hi Uncle Frank, good to see you. Yeah, it sure looks like a mess out there."

"Well that's the way it goes sometimes in the summer. But we got hit really hard this time. With all the rain last night the hill behind the new warehouse building had a mudslide and it came in through the openings on the back side of the building. It's a real mess all over that concrete floor we just poured last week."

Just then a very handsome, tall fellow in muddy jeans and work boots came into the trailer. He had a few days of scruff on his face and that look just drives me nuts. He was wearing a snug white t-shirt splattered with mud that showed off his muscular chest and biceps.

His hard hat had the name "Marty" on the front. With a big smile on his face he held out his hand and said, "So this is my new helper. Damn, those clothes are mighty new looking for someone who wants to work construction. I think we're going to have to break them in."

Uncle Frank laughed and said, "Marty, this is my nephew Mike. Mike, this is Marty, my ace job site helper." Marty looked me straight in the eyes with his beautiful blue eyes as we had a very firm handshake.

"Nice to meet you," I said, staring a bit too long at his face.

Uncle Frank turned to Marty and asked, "So how bad is it?"

"We took quite a hit on the southwest corner of the building where the mud flowed across the floor into the two sunken loading dock areas. And Charlie's temporary work desk somehow ended up in the mud in the south dock pit."

Turning to me, Uncle Frank said, "Your dad and I agreed that if you really want to pursue field work after college and become a construction manager you need to understand how important every job is. So over the course of the summer I'll have you work with various members of my crew as an apprentice. But today you start at the bottom as a laborer."

"I understand that. I'm ready to go."

"Marty, take him out to the supply shed and get him fitted in some hip boots and a hard hat. I don't want him to ruin those nice new boots on his first day of work. And I think there are a couple of snow shovels out there you can use to push the mud into the dock pit. That concrete floor is too fresh to run any heavy equipment over it. After you're done I'll get Charlie to come into the dock pit with the loader and scoop it out."

And with that direction from the boss, my summer as a construction worker started. Marty led me over to the supply shed and we found a pair of extra tall Bullseye rubber hip boots that were my size. I took off my new work boots and debated whether to put the rubber boots over or under the legs of my Carhartt bib overalls. I decided on over, a decision that had some interesting ramifications later that morning.

The mud on the boots from the previous workman who wore them, the lingering smell of the rubber and sweat and the fact that the inside part of the boot shafts came firmly up against my crotch all contributed to my manhood getting stiff as I pulled them on.

Marty looked at my tall new work boots after I took them off, whistled and said, "My, ain't they pretty new boots." I just grinned and took them back to my Jeep. Feeling those hot Bullseye boots on my feet and legs I purposely walked through some deeper mud on the way over.

Then we headed over to the new warehouse building. The one corner was a sea of mud ranging from 3 feet to an inch deep. We looked at the desk floating upside down on the mud in the dock pit. Marty had the foresight to bring along a rope and we tried to throw it over the legs of the desk to catch it but it kept slipping off.

"I guess the guy wearing those tall rubber boots is going to have to jump into the mud and tie the rope onto the desk so we can pull it out of there." Marty was smiling when he said that. He really had a killer smile and it was not said in a mean tone, just as a matter of fact.

So I jumped into the pit. And sank into sloppy liquid mud that was halfway between the top of the boots and my waist. Once again I felt some tenting going with my Carhartts as the wet mud seeped into the heavy cotton duck fabric.

"Oops. Guess those nice new Carhartts are going to get broken in pretty quick."

"Well, you got your wish," was my quick retort.

Not wanting to seem like a wuss (and having been a lot muddier on my dirt bike and Jeep explorations) I took it in stride and said, "Well it was just a matter of time anyway." I waded over to the desk, feeling wet mud sliding down inside the boots to my socks with each step. I got the rope tied onto the desk and Marty helped me climb back out of the pit.

We pulled the desk across the mud and out of the building, turning it over to be hosed down later. Then we got to work shoveling the mud on the concrete floor into the dock pits. With every step I felt my socked feet sliding around a bit in the mud inside my boots. Since I had never worn tall rubber boots before I rather enjoying the sensation, perhaps showing it a bit more than I realized.

Marty showed no fear of getting his work boots and jeans muddy and very quickly my blue work shirt was as splattered with mud as Marty's t-shirt. After a couple of hours of hard work we finally got that corner of the warehouse floor shoveled out. Marty suggested hooking up a long hose from the temporary hydrant after lunch to finish cleaning off the concrete.

"Frank asked me to look at the field at the top of the hill above the warehouse to see if there was any danger of another mudslide." So we walked beyond where the mud slide had happened and worked our way up the hill. At the top we discovered a huge shallow lake that had formed in the tall grass after the heavy rains. But there was about 50 feet between the edge of that temporary lake and the start of the hill down to the warehouse.

Marty wanted to see how soggy that ground was so we walked between the water and the bank. Just as I was about to say that the soil seemed very saturated, the earth under our feet gave way and we were caught in another mudslide.

Marty grabbed me and I grabbed him. As we slid down the hillside engulfed in the mud together I felt him put his hand behind my head to keep a big glob of mud from going into my open mouth. As a result, when we finally came to a stop we were pressed face-to-face and totally in the grip of the mud.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes, are you?"

"Your uncle would not have forgiven me if I lost you on your first day of work."

Our clothes were now soaked from the wet mud but fortunately the mud was warm so it was not sucking out our body heat. But we were pinned together with Marty somewhat on top of me. We could feel each other's breath because we couldn't move our faces very far.

"Do you think anyone saw what happened?" I asked.

"Everyone is working on the other side of the building. It may be lunch time before they miss us."

"I think that is about an hour from now."

We were silent for a bit. Then Marty started laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"Um, well, I have a raging boner."

He gave me another one of his killer smiles.

I blurted out, "So do I!"

We both started laughing uncontrollably at our situation. And then he used what little motion he had in his hand behind my head to pull my face forward and kissed me. I did not resist.

"I figured if we were going to be here a while we might as well get to know each other better," Marty deadpanned.

"Well, given that I'm your prisoner right now I guess I don't have much choice." This time I initiated the kiss.

"What gave me away?" I asked Marty.

"Oh let me count the ways Mr. Stiffy. How about we start with when you shook hands with me. Straight men do not have prolonged intense eye contact like that."

"OK, busted. And I think you were sporting some major wood when I was wading around in the dock pit getting the rope around the desk."

"Yeah, well I can't help myself when I see a man down in the mud."

We spent the next 45 minutes learning more about each other. I told him about my mudding adventures with the dirt bike and Jeep and he told me about going to mud volleyball games and finding that he enjoyed playing in the mud. Despite the danger, we were both rather enjoying our situation since it did not seem life-threatening.

We finally heard shouts from the other construction workers and soon after the sound of Charlie working the front loader at the base of the mud slide to get it to move more down the hillside and release us. Soon I felt the two of us sliding down to the bottom of the hill.

Partway down, as we were finally loose enough from the grip of the mud to rub against each other, I exploded with a huge load of cum in my Carhartts. I shuddered a couple of times and had a rather surprised look on my face that gave me away at that point. Marty whispered, "Shhh, don't tell anyone. I just did the same thing."

Uncle Frank was beside himself with worry that we had been injured. But we both got up out of the muck with a hand from the other guys and heard a round of applause from the gathered workers.

Since my tall Bullseye hip boots were filled with thick heavy mud I could hardly walk so Marty helped me peel them off and the mud cascaded out as he did so. Just then the sun came out and we walked over to the hydrant. We hosed each other off and Uncle Frank came out of the trailer with some coveralls for us to wear.

We did retreat to the equipment shed to put them on. While we were both naked Marty and I hugged.

"I predict you are going to have a very interesting summer learning the construction business," Marty said.

"And I predict you are going to be a very good teacher," was my reply.

We put on some rubber work boots and took our wet clothes out to drape them over some equipment to dry. Uncle Frank had ordered pizza for everyone so we sat around for a bit longer lunch break than usual so everyone could hear our story. Well, select parts of it. I made sure to tell everyone how Marty had saved me from eating a big mouthful of mud.

Uncle Frank offered to let us have the rest of the day off but we were feeling fine after lunch so we got the hose connected and cleaned the mud off the concrete floor in the warehouse. Fortunately the new mud slide was far enough from the building that it did not affect it.

After work our clothes had dried enough in the bright sun to wear home so we put them back on. I told Marty that I knew a really good laundromat for washing muddy clothes.