Jake grew up on a ranch in West Texas oil country, the youngest of three boys. He was often the victim of his older brothers' pranks when they were out on their dirt bikes or ATVs so getting muddy on a frequent basis was just a part of growing up.

So when he got tired of working on his dad's ranch it was a natural move to start working for one of the regional oil drilling companies. His first job on the rig was as an assistant mud pump operator, working with the drilling mud engineer to keep that vital fluid flowing to the drill bit.

Most of the guys on the rig wore old steel-toe cowboy work boots with their Wranglers tucked in to the boot shaft and an old work shirt because they knew getting dirty was part of the job, so Jake didn't have to buy any fancy gear for his first day on the job. That was what he wore every day on the ranch.

Some environmentally sensitive sites don't allow the rig operator to dig a pit in the ground for the drilling mud so it has to be kept in open steel tanks, which require more pumps and hoses. But on this day the mud engineer found that the semi-rigid hose they had on site was not long enough to reach down enough into the last tank to keep it from flopping around, so it started splattering mud all over.

Of course the new guy always gets the shit jobs and Jake was not surprised to hear his boss yell, "Hey worm (the nickname for inexperienced rig workers) get your sorry ass into that tank and straddle that hose so it doesn't flop around!"

Jake threw off his shirt but decided it was safer to get into the tank wearing his boots and Wranglers. He climbed over the edge of the tank and dropped down into the drilling mud. It was up to his waist. Immediately he could feel it filling his boots and seeping down into his Wranglers.

He made his way over to the hose, his feet now sliding around inside his boots. The drilling mud was really slick and he could feel his manhood coming to attention as the mud leaked down to surround his dick and balls, lubricating them to move around. The pressure of the mud against his crotch made it feel even better.

He reached down into the mud to push the hose down, straddled it and then turned sideways to grip it between his legs and keep it below the surface of the mud. The vibration of the mud flowing through the hose pressed against the crotch of his jeans immediately caused him to blow a huge load of cum into his Wranglers, shuddering a couple of times as he experienced an intense orgasm.

Just then Caleb, one of the more experienced mud men on the rig, yelled out, "Hey worm, smile for the camera!" Jake had no trouble doing that. He could feel the fresh warm jizz in his Wranglers and he was right at home standing in that deep slop. At that moment he knew that he had landed the perfect job.