Preface:

Fair warning: this short story is like my previous story A Muddy Surprise at The Farm in that it is quite long by UMD standards and it is not something everyone will have the patience to read since the entire story is in a single post. It has an actual plot line, character development and a lot of descriptive paragraphs to paint mental pictures of the places in the story. Of course there is muddy action but it is not wall-to-wall.

And, as always, this story reflects my mudding style and gear preferences, which may not be the same as your own.

Let me know in the comments if you enjoy it - these boys may have another muddy job to do together in the future.

The Heaven-sent Job from Hell

Chapter 1 - A Friday change of plans

It was late on a Friday afternoon and I was sitting at my desk, staring out the window at the warm June day when my boss came into my office. Without the usual exchange of meaningless pleasantries he announced, "Today is your lucky day!"

"Oh, I know that look on your face - you need help with a field project, don't you?" I said. I pretended to be put out but I had actually been daydreaming about getting out of the office.

"Don't you want to know what it involves before you give me such an enthusiastic response?" Ted asked.

"Well, I'll fess up, I just want to get out of the office," was my reply.

I had started working at an engineering firm in Atlanta a few years ago and I did get out in the field occasionally, but recently I had been stuck in the office working on a special project. At least I was able to wear my Levis 501s and logger boots to the office because I never knew when I would be needed to do a field inspection.

"Well don't ever tell me that didn't I give you a chance to back out," he warned.

"Was that really an option?"

"No."

"Tell me more."

"We have a deadline to meet with the EPA to install some environmental monitoring equipment at four abandoned clay pits in Alabama. The crew that was supposed to do this work has been held up at another job. I need you to do the work for me next week or we will start to accumulate some hefty fines."

"By myself," I asked?

"No, you get to take the new guy," was his response.

I hadn't even met the new guy and had no idea of what kind of work experience he had. I hoped he was not some nut case, or even worse, a clean freak.

"Since these are remote sites, I'm giving you the F350 4x4 truck with the long bed and shell. As you know, it has been quite dry in Alabama, so I expect that the roads will be fine and the clay pits may even be dried out."

I knew that truck and it had a quite a few miles on it. Seeing the consternation on my face he added, "I know it looks like a beater but we just had the whole powertrain rebuilt and put new mud tires on it so you should have no trouble at all. It's the only vehicle we have in the yard right now with a winch."

Well at least I wouldn't have to worry about getting it dirty. And the clay pits sounded interesting. Of course there was the problem with the new guy. I had no idea how to have some mud fun on the trip with a stranger along.

"I expect the other crew to be available mid-week, so you can meet them at a motel near Birmingham on Wednesday and they can finish the last two sites. You will need to take a tent and food because the first two sites are too far away from a town with a motel."

Now I was starting to panic a bit. Being stuck in a tent for two nights with a guy I had never met sent chills down my spine.

Ted was reassuring. "I know you will get along great with Dan. He has a mechanical background and is easy going. Hell, you have my OK to take some beer with you as long as you don't drink it during work hours."

Ted left my office and I walked back to the shop to see the equipment that needed to be packed. The guys already had the truck backed into a garage bay and were loading the solar panels, control boxes and satellite antennas for all four sites. They also threw in an old but serviceable tent, coolers and some other camp gear that we used for remote job sites that required an overnight stay.

Jim threw the keys to the truck over to me and said, "Have fun!" The rest of the guys snickered at this remark.

"OK, what do you know that I don't know about this job?" I asked.

No one spoke. Finally Ed broke the silence and said, "Check out the forecast - I think you are going to find the field conditions a bit messy. Pack old clothes and boots you don't mind getting wet and muddy." I felt a bit of stiffness popping up in my Levis at that remark.

Then Mike added, "I'd give you some chest waders or hippers but I think you might get stuck worse if they fill with mud and water." Damn, I now had full-fledged tenting going on in my 501s. Fortunately my shirt was untucked so the guys couldn't see the bulge in my jeans.

"What do you know about the new guy, Dan?" I asked.

Jim responded, "None of us have met him yet. They sent him out for safety training on his first day so he has been out all week."

Great. No one had any information about this guy and I was going camping with him. I went back to Ted's office to get the paperwork. He handed me the prints for the installations, a map with the four work sites circled in red, a GPS unit loaded with the coordinates and then picked up a satellite phone.

"You might need this in case of a problem. I don't think there is cell phone coverage where you will be working." This did not help with my comfort level at all. No one would hear my screams at night if Dan turned out to be an axe murderer.

"Here is Dan's home phone number. Pick him up on Sunday morning so you can get to the first site before dark on Sunday." So now it was going to be three nights in a tent with a stranger.

I handed Ted a piece of paper with my best friend's name and phone number. "Here is the person to contact if I don't make it out alive." And then I saluted him.

He laughed and said, "Get out of here!"

I left my truck in the work yard and took the company truck home. It actually drove surprisingly well with the overhauled engine and transmission. They even popped for new shocks and brakes while it was in the shop. I enjoyed the sound of the brand new big lug mud tires humming along the highway.

Chapter 2 - Dan on the phone

On Saturday I called Dan.

"Hi, this is Mike your work partner next week." Ted had briefed Dan about the job on Friday evening, so I knew he was aware of some of the job details.

"Hi Mike. Ted told me that you would call. I guess we need to prepare for a camping trip."

His voice sounded quite masculine and pleasant. I was somewhat reassured.

"I have all of the basics from the shop, so we don't have to worry about the tent, stove, lantern or chairs. You'll have to bring your own sleeping bag and personal gear," I told Dan.

"What about food and drinks?" he inquired.

"Since we're on an expense account, why don't we go shopping together before we leave so we don't duplicate stuff," I suggested.

"OK, that sounds like a good plan," said Dan. "Where do you want to meet?"

"You can drive over to my place at 8AM and leave your vehicle here. Then we can take the company truck to the store and head off to the first job site," I suggested.

"That works. What about clothes?" he asked.

"Ummm, the guys at the shop think it will be wet and muddy over there, despite the lack of rain, so wear your grubbies, older boots and bring extras of everything."

"Oh, you mean like packing for a weekend of muddin adventures at the off-road park." Wow, this guy was starting to sound better with every passing minute.

"Exactly!"

"OK, I'll see you at your place in the morning."

When I hung up the phone I felt a bit more relaxed about the trip. Dan sounded like a nice guy who understood being prepared for some dirty work.

Chapter 3 - And we're off!

Promptly at 8AM on Sunday morning I heard a vehicle in the driveway. I looked out and saw a lifted Jeep Rubicon with a winch, Hi-Lift jack and massive Super Swamper mud tires.

My jaw dropped when Dan got out. He was tall with a medium build, had a great beard and nice body hair. He was wearing old Levis 501s, a Wrangler cowboy style blue denim shirt and some rather impressive looking logger boots.

I suddenly realized that my biggest problem camping with him was going to be keeping my hands off of him. Argh! God gives me the things I want most at the worst times. After all, I didn't want to be accused of molesting a co-worker.

I went outside to help him unload his gear into the company truck.

I said, "Hi Dan, I'm Mike," as I went up to greet him. His handshake was firm and his smile was infectious. My boner returned.

Dan had a couple of duffel bags of gear, so I didn't get to see the rest of his wardrobe, but I assumed it was more of what he had on. His Jeep looked like a rig that got regular use off-road, certainly not one that was pampered.

We went shopping and got food, beer and supplies for three days of camping, anticipating a nice hot shower at a motel and dinner afterward on Wednesday night. I took the first round of driving and we stopped for breakfast along the way to get better acquainted.

I learned that Dan was single and just two years younger than me. We both loved off-roading and exploring in our 4x4s. He certainly seemed to have a passion for boots and 501s if his current attire was any indication. Our conversation at the restaurant eliminated any doubt I had about spending several days with this guy.

As we passed into Alabama, it started to pour. After almost two months of no rain the heavens unleashed their fury on the day we had to go into the field. When we got to the turn-off that would take us to the first job site I offered the wheel to Dan. Just running around the truck to trade seats got us soaked.

The dirt road had a lot of clay in the soil so we knew that it was going to be a tricky ride with the rain filling up all of the ruts. More than once we were glad that the company truck had a 6" body lift and new 36" mud tires.

There was a lot of slipping and sliding and wheel spinning even with the aggressive deep tread of the new tires. I found myself wishing that the truck had lockers on the differentials. The rain stopped when we were about half way to the job site from the highway. But the runoff from the storm presented us a water hazard that looked to be quite deep and there was no way around it.

We debated what to do for a minute and then Dan said that he would test the depth. I told him that the guys had not given us the hip boots because they were afraid that we would get stuck if they flooded while we were wearing them.

In a move that I later realized was totally characteristic of Dan, he said, "No problemo!" He got out of the truck and waded into the water fully clothed and booted. I was in awe. It was something that I might do under more familiar circumstances but I was still unsure about making such a move myself around someone I barely knew.

It turned out that the water was deep but not enough to flood the floorboards of the cab or engulf the engine. I put a garbage bag down on Dan's seat. He made his way back to the truck and got in. His 501s were shiny with muddy water. Once again I was tenting my Levis.

We moved slowly through the water hazard with the tires occasionally spinning but mostly finding traction on the mud below.

Then the sun peaked out between the clouds and the rest of the drive to the site was through a series of mud holes. With the heavy clay soil, the road was very slippery and there were times that I feared we would slide into the ditch alongside the road and get stuck. But Dan's expert driving kept us on the road.

Soon the windshield had those arcs of clean glass defined by the wipers, surrounded by caked on mud. The hood was covered in clods of mud and the sound of mud clods hitting the hood and roof of the bed shell was constant. I loved it.

At 6PM the GPS unit indicated that our destination was just a quarter mile ahead. We soon pulled out of the woods into an area that was a mud flat after the heavy rains. I could see what looked like a short dock jutting into a lake. There was some old machinery nearby. Dan found a high spot that was mostly free of puddles and we got out of the truck to set up camp. He spread out a large tarp on which we unpacked and set up the tent.

It had obviously been used in muddy conditions before, so I had no concern about ruining a good tent. It was sturdy and large; there was lots of room for our gear and sleeping bags along with a covered area for eating. The guys at the shop had thrown in a small folding aluminum table with built-in bench seats that was surprisingly sturdy.

Dan was still wearing the boots and Levis that he had on when he tested the water hazard. Now that the sun was out they were drying from his body heat and areas of wetness were turning into areas of dried mud. I began to wonder if I was going to have a boner the entire time I spent with Dan on this trip.

Since Dan drove, I offered to make dinner. It was simple but filling and afterward, with the stress of driving in the rain and mud we were both quite tired. I surprised Dan with a 12-Volt boot dryer that I had recently purchased online from an outdoor catalog. We ran a line from the truck to the tent for power. He took off his wet boots which turned out to be 18" loggers and put them on the dryer overnight.

We went into the sleeping area of the tent. Dan stripped off his still damp 501s and put them over the folding table seat to dry. He was not wearing underwear and his legs and butt were almost as furry as his chest. We both crawled into our sleeping bags and started to talk, but were both so tired that we immediately fell asleep inches from each other.

Chapter 4 - An interesting day of work

I had some wonderful erotic dreams that night and awoke in the morning to find myself pressed tightly against Dan in his sleeping bag with another major boner. I decided to lay there and enjoy the experience for a while before moving. He moved once and pressed himself even more against me in the process, so I did not move.

Eventually I heard him make some waking noises and he did not move away from me. Instead I heard him say, "Man, I was so tired last night that I was out like a light." He rolled over inside his sleeping bag to face me, still pressing tight against my body. "I had no idea that my first project with the company was going to start off with such an adventure. Is the rest of this job going to be that way too?"

Lying there staring right into his face I was almost speechless. But after a moment of having our eyes locked I said, "I have a feeling that the whole project is going to be one big adventure." My manhood remained at full attention. I so wanted to crawl into his sleeping bag and feel his body against mine.

"Well I have quite a piss hard-on so I'd better go relieve myself," he said. As he got out of the sleeping bag it was quite apparent that he was not exaggerating. And he showed no sign of being shy or self-conscious about me seeing his naked body. He put on a fresh pair of wool boot socks, pulled on the now-dry muddy 501s that he had worn on Sunday and laced up the tall loggers that had been on the boot dryer.

I was in lust.

Dan made breakfast while I got dressed. It already was quite warm and sunny and I admired his nicely built body as he cooked. Both front and back views were quite nice he filled his Levis perfectly and yet again I sported a boner.

I pulled on a pair of 501s with the bottom hem of the legs cut off and then reached into my duffel bag to get my old but still sturdy 20" Wesco Highliners. I tucked the Levis into the boots and laced them up nice and tight. Dan kept glancing over to watch me as I dressed.

"Nice clean Levis and fancy boots for you today. You gonna make me do all the dirty work?"

"No, these boots have seen lots of water and mud on my dirt bike and Jeep trips over the years. I just keep them well-oiled so the leather stays soft."

After breakfast we unloaded the equipment for this site and carried it to the dock. The truck was parked away from the softer mud by the shore of the pond so it didn't get bogged down.

Soon my clean boots were muddy about halfway up the shafts. We started drilling holes in the dock to mount the monitoring equipment. I was working on the solar panel and satellite antenna and Dan was working on the control box. Once that was done we had to mount the sensor box on one of the dock piers.

"Looks like we either have to work over the edge or from down below," Dan observed.

The water was quite murky from the heavy rain the day before so there was no way to see the bottom.

"We don't know how deep it is here and you forgot your swim trunks," I said.

"Well it isn't very far from shore, how deep can it be?" he asked.

To my utter surprise, and without any hesitation, Dan dropped down into the water from the dock, a distance of about three feet. At first he splashed into about 3 inches of water and then he started sinking into the mud. Within seconds he was in some thick looking muck just above his waist. And then he stopped sinking.

"Hmmmm. I think I'm stuck."

He said it so calmly that I began to realize that Dan must be as much of a mudder as I am. Only someone who had been in deep mud before could remain that calm after sinking in something that deep.

"Try leaning out and moving your body in a circle," I suggested.

Dan did so but it didn't help much. I tried lying on the dock to reach over to Dan but the vertical distance was too much to get a good hold on his arms.

"Any more suggestions?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to wade in and rescue you," I said.

"But you'll get your nice Wesco boots all muddy."

"Been there, done that many times."

I walked back to the shore end of the dock and stepped into the mud. I sank down only about six inches. The mud was fairly thick despite the layer of water on top. It must have dried out on the surface during the drought and the rain just covered over the dried mud.

With each step I broke through a thick crust and then sank down a bit more. I raised and lowered my boots to stir the mud up with some water to make it easier to walk. As the mud got above my knees it became more and more difficult to move. It took me almost five minutes to work my way close to Dan.

I was so absorbed in my rescue that I did not notice that not only was I displaying a major tenting in my Levis, I also had a big wet spot of pre-cum on the front of my 501s. Once I got near Dan I had him grab my shoulders and lean forward so we could break the grip of the mud on his legs.

Back and forth we went and slowly we compressed the mud in front of Dan enough so that he could start to move his booted feet a bit. Once I felt him actually move toward me a bit I decided that it was time for the big pull.

"OK, it looks like you are free enough to have me pull you out. Grab onto my shoulders and I will lean backwards. Keep moving your feet as I pull," I commanded.

Dan grabbed my shoulders and as I leaned back into the mud behind me I felt him coming out of the mud. Suddenly the suction broke on his legs and I fell backwards into the mud with Dan on top of me. We were both startled and only my head was sticking up out of the mud. Dan's face was right on top of mine and he reached into the mud to make sure that my head didn't go under.

"Did you do that on purpose?" he asked.

"What do you think?"

"I think you did."

"Oh?"

"I saw that wet spot on your 501s and your boner when you were wading out to get me. You love being in this slop as much as I do!"

I actually blushed.

"Dan, you are my co-worker and I just met you yesterday. No one at work knows about my mud fetish." I was actually stammering.

"Relax man, I am your soul-mate." At that point he moved his fuzzy face up to mine and gave me a big kiss. I didn't resist.

After what seemed like a 5 minute lip lock he pulled back slightly and said, "Thanks for rescuing me."

"Any time."

"Now what do we do?" he asked.

With a big grin on my face I replied, "Well given the roaring hard-on I have with you lying on top of me in the mud I would say a bit of mud wrestling is in order."

Dan slid off of me and helped me get to a spot closer to the edge of the lake where the mud was about a foot deep. We started wrestling and pushing handfuls of mud down inside each other's Levis and shirts. Soon we were grinding our muddy bodies together, and locking our booted legs together.

"I can't hold it any longer," Dan said.

"Neither can I!"

With our faces pressed together and muddy arms wrapped around each other we made the final crotch-to-crotch motion that caused both of us to explode in our Levis. We both shuddered with each thrust of cum.

It was the most intense orgasm that I had ever experienced and judging from the look on Dan's face he was feeling the same way. After a long spell of solo mud play It was so nice to have that kind of mud action with such a hot guy once again.

The sun was bright, the air was quite warm and even better, the mud was warm. We were lying there together enjoying the flood of endorphins in our brains after the intense ejaculation. Neither one of us spoke for several minutes.

Finally, I said, "That was incredible!"

"Yeah, it sure was. I've never done anything like that on the clock before."

We both laughed.

Unfortunately, that comment reminded me of our real reason for being at this clay pit. "Speaking of the clock, we need to finish the installation, pack the camp and get over to our next work site before dark."

"Party pooper."

"I'll make up for it later."

"I'll hold you to that."

"Good."

There was a stream of water coming across the mud flat from the wooded area near the pit. It was runoff from the rain storm and the silt in the water had cleared up quite a bit. We went over to it and found a spot where there was a pool of water about two feet deep.

We splashed around in the water, getting the thick mud off our clothes and boots, occasionally playing with each other and kissing. Finally we unlaced each other's boots and stripped naked. A bit more body contact and kissing followed and then we rinsed out our clothes.

"Since it is so warm out I am just going to put this stuff back on. It will keep me cool while we finish our work," Dan said.

"Good idea," I replied.

We figured out how to mount the flood sensor probes on the dock pier without getting back into the mud and tested the satellite link. It all worked perfectly and after putting the tools back into the truck we ate some lunch and packed up our camp site. The trip out to the main road was tricky but with Dan's expert driving we did not get stuck.

Chapter 5 - Another muddy adventure

An hour later we came to the dirt road leading to the next clay pit site. I was driving and within the first 500 feet it was clear that we were going to have a challenging drive. A group of local four-wheelers had churned up the muddy clay road and the ruts were quite deep.

We high-centered a couple of times but I backed up and found another path. A mile into the drive we came to a huge mud pit that the ATV riders must have helped the Jeep and truck guys create. It was like a soup bowl of freshly churned up red clay mud and there was no perimeter route around it because of the trees.

Dan and I looked at each other with a grin.

"You gonna scout this one?" he asked me.

"I think we should do it together in case I get stuck," I replied.

We got out of the truck and scoped out the situation.

"The easiest path to pick up the road again is straight across but it is probably the deepest ruts," Dan observed.

"Let's walk it."

We stepped into the mud and started walking. The hidden ruts made it difficult to stay upright, the clay was so slippery. More than once I grabbed Dan's shoulder to keep from falling and he did the same. As we walked along, the deepest spot we found was mid-thigh deep.

Then we walked around more toward the edges. Even though it was not as deep, the ruts were much more pronounced and unpredictable.

"What are you thinking?" I asked Dan.

"I'm thinking it will be easier to go through the middle. We are going to get stuck no matter where we cross. It is the least distance and we have lots of trees for anchoring the winch cable."

"I don't think the cable is long enough to reach all the way across."

"Well I guess we had better make it far enough on our own power to close the gap."

"You drive then!" I said. I knew at this point that between the two of us Dan was the better off-road driver and we would have a chance of making it far enough to use the winch cable if he made the attempt. We got back into the truck.

"Four wheel drive."

"Check."

"Low range."

"Check."

"Let's roll!"

With that, Dan made some mental calculations and got us going into the bowl of slop with enough speed to keep some momentum and not so much that we engulfed the engine with mud.

It was quite spectacular as we moved into the mud with the big lug mud tires flinging liquid mud into the air. As expected, eventually we got to the point where we were spinning the tires but making no forward progress.

Opening the truck doors was a little more difficult than expected. The mud was about 3" higher than the floorboards of the cab and it slowly flowed into the truck as we climbed out. Yeah, I had another stiffie as I stepped into the red clay muck and saw my boots and the legs of my blue Levis disappear into it.

We got the winch cable off the drum and together pulled it to the edge of the mud pit. I went back and got the tree strap. When everything was stretched out to the maximum length we were three feet short of a nice beefy tree that held the solution to our getting out of the pit.

"I think you did this on purpose," I quipped.

"Wishful thinking on your part," was Dan's response. "I didn't know how long the cable was, I just got the truck in as far as I could."

"Now what?"

"We push."

"You mean you push I drive."

"OK."

From that quick response I knew that Dan was itching to get all muddy again. The sun had turned the mud super warm so it was not uncomfortable on the skin.

I put down another trash bag on the driver's seat and got in. On Dan's signal, I backed up the truck a little distance and then tried to move forward again with Dan pushing on the truck.

We gained about eight inches. We did this two times and then on the third time the truck lurched forward about two feet.

I looked in the rear view mirror and did not see Dan. I jumped out of the truck in panic and ran around to see where he was. His body was just coming up out of the red clay mud and I reached down to help him. When the truck moved ahead unexpectedly, Dan had done a face plant in the mud.

I grabbed a towel out of the back of the truck and he cleaned the mud out of his eyes.

"Damn this is the finest mud I have ever had the pleasure to fall into," were his first words.
"You should try it." Without a second's hesitation he grabbed my arm and pulled me off balance. I fell into the mud alongside him.

"Mmmmmm. You're right."

At that point we again proceeded to scoop mud into each other's 501s and shirts. Dan's t-shirt filled with mud and it made him look like he was pregnant. The mud was sloppy enough so that we could swim around in it. When we got to the shallow areas it was fun to rub our mud-filled Levis crotches against the more solid ground between the ruts.

Being a week day, there was no sign of anyone else in the area, so we played around for a couple of hours. At one point Dan moved toward the edge of the mud pit and started to strip.

I was surprised and said, "Going in naked?"

"No I want to take off my clothes and boots, fill them with mud and then put them back on."

"Good idea."

We both stripped, waded out into the slop to get everything totally muddy inside and out and then got dressed again. I hadn't done this in years and it was so incredible to feel my body sliding around inside my gear, the slippery clay mud lubricating every body part.

Of course we were both so horny at that point that more mud wrestling ensued and we repeated the intense orgasms that we had earlier in the day as we roughhoused together in the mud.

Eventually we realized that even with the longest day of the year coming up, we were going to run out of daylight to get to the work site and get our equipment installed.

Luckily, the winch cable and tree strap reached the big tree with six inches to spare, so we were able to winch the truck out of the hole and continue down the road to our clay pit.

Needless to say, both the inside and outside of the truck were a mess. The formerly white truck was now Alabama clay red, as was the floor of the cab, the doors and the steering wheel. I still had big garbage bags over the seats.

Chapter 6 - The second clay pit

Evidently the 4-wheelers and ATVers had not gone beyond the big mud pit. The road to the second clay pit was muddy and challenging but had not been churned up and we rarely lost traction.

The second clay pit was similar to the first one about five acres of what looked like a lake but it was mud with a 1-3" layer of water on top. The dock was exactly the same as the first one.

Even better, there was a pond with relatively clean water in it nearby. We drove as close to it as we could without getting stuck. After checking the water depth with a stick, we both took a running start and did cannonballs into the warm water. It was fun swimming around in tight 501s and boots. The water turned red as the mud dissolved off of our clothes. Eventually we undressed and took everything out into the water to rinse it off.

Once again we put the wet clothes back on and got to work installing the monitoring system. The work went very quickly and we got our camp set up just as it was starting to get dark. We put our wet clothes on the posts at the dock and used some of our 25-gallon water supply to take quick showers.

I cooked up some chopped steaks and potatoes and Dan made a salad with the greens we brought. We also broke out the beer to celebrate finishing our mission. A few Newcastle beers later, we were both feeling quite happy.

With all hang-ups and nervousness gone, we set up the sleeping bags so that we could sleep together. We talked about how we each got into boots, 501s and mud. We told stories about our worst-stucks and how we both got our 4x4's stuck on purpose so we could play in the mud.

After almost two hours of exchanging stories we snuggled together and fell sound asleep in each other's arms. It was a very nice feeling.

Chapter 7 - A big surprise

A rude sound coming out of a duffel bag awakened us. After a moment of incoherence, my brain finally woke up enough to realize that it was the satellite phone ringing. I rummaged around in the bag and finally got it out. I pushed the receive button.

"Hello."

"Mike?"

"Yes."

"It's Ted. How are things going?"

"You owe us big time."

"Oh you mean the rain?"

"Among many things."

"Sorry about that. How are things working out with Dan?"

"I couldn't have done the job without him. He and I are working very close together." Ted had no idea that Dan was stroking my hard dick while I spoke on the phone.

"I'm glad to hear that. Um, there's been a slight change of plans."

"Am I going to hate your guts when you tell me about it?"

"Probably. Look, the guys who were coming to meet you at the motel are still not done with their project. I need you and Dan to finish the last two installations this week."

I almost let out a yelp of happiness but did not want Ted to know that it was good news instead of bad.

"Oh my, this is really gonna cost you."

"Anything you want."

"Anything?"

"Within reason."

I thought quickly about my terms for the negotiation. He did say that there would be hefty fines if the deadlines were not met so I grew bold.

"OK, we get today off and spend it in a really nice motel with an expensive dinner. We finish the other two sites on Thursday and Friday and then you pay for a nice weekend of relaxation for us. We drive the truck back on Monday and someone else cleans out the 300 pounds of red Alabama clay mud that we have accumulated."

"It's that bad, huh."

"You have no idea what a mess the rain caused."

"OK, deal. In fact I'll give you both hazard pay for the entire week."

"And you owe both of us a nice new pair of expensive logger boots and free fungus treatment if our skin starts to turn green."

"OK, now I know it must be bad. It's a deal. See you on Monday. Try to have some fun."

"Trust me, we will."

At that point Dan was looking really curious, having heard only half of the conversation.

"I have good news and more good news," I stated with a big grin on my face.

"Um, let me guess. We have to do the other two installations."

"YES!"

I pulled the covers over our heads and as we snuggled and spooned we talked about how much fun it was going to be getting back through the big mud hole. And what kind of expensive new boots we were going to buy on Ted's dime.