The Mud Business - Part 2

Week 3: Andy makes a big mess

I taught Andy how to use the mixing machine to combine the water, clay and polymer for the large containers and he had been doing it on his own for a week without any problems. On Friday afternoon we decided to get started on some custom mud mixtures for the next week. I left Andy in the mixing room while I did paperwork in the office.

All seemed well until I heard a loud "OH CRAP!" Worried that something had happened to Andy I rushed over to the mixing room. When I opened the door my jaw dropped. Mud was running down the walls of the room, dripping off the ceiling and Andy was standing by the control panel totally covered in tan clay mud. He almost looked like a clay statue. The only part of him not covered in mud was where the safety goggles had covered his eyes.

"Are you OK?" I asked?

"I think so," was the response.

I grabbed the hose and helped him wash off his face and get the mud out of his ears. Once that was done he looked around the room and said, "Oh my god. What a mess. I'm in big trouble now." He was actually shaking.

Well actually he wasn't in trouble. I had had this exact same problem once before with the mixing machine. It had raised the paddles out of the mud mixture before stopping the rotation of the paddles, flinging mud everywhere for about a minute. Once he saw what was happening, Andy had turned around to the control panel on the wall and pressed the emergency stop button but by the time the paddles stopped his backside was covered in mud too.

I felt so bad that in a moment of mud solidarity, and without thinking, my first response was to hug him and say that it was OK and that it wasn't his fault. Of course now the front of my clothes were covered in mud too. Realizing that I was not mad and that I was now muddy, we both started laughing at the mess. It was my first physical contact with Andy and he did not flinch. In fact I felt him press his crotch against mine when I hugged him.

Given Andy's response to my hug I was emboldened to say, "Why don't we ditch our wallets and cell phones and have a little fun cleaning up this mess? It's time for your formal initiation as the Drilling Mud Company mud boy."

He seemed excited about the prospect, judging from the bulge in his Levis. I took his phone and wallet out of his pockets and took them out of the room, emptying my own pockets and grabbing another pair of goggles while I was in the prep area. When I came back into the room I grabbed a bucket and dipped it into the big drum of mud/polymer mix. It was a particularly slimy mix with lots of polymer.

"What's that for," he asked?

"Stand still," was my gentle command.

I pulled out the top of his t-shirt and poured some of the mud inside. Then I pulled out the waistband of his 501s and let the mud slide down into the crotch of his Levis. His eyes lit up and his manhood grew further as the warm slimy mud oozed down inside his jeans.

Andy moaned in pleasure. Then I repeated the process with more mud down his ass. I handed him the bucket and told him to put some down the front and back of my Levis. He eagerly loaded the inside of my clothes with mud, still moaning from the feeling of his now fully extended dick rubbing against the slimy mud in his Levis.

There we were, two mud men in a room covered in mud. I grabbed him in a bear hug and ground my crotch into his. Because the level of our excitement was already intense and we were on the brink anyway, it only took a moment for both of us to explode with intense orgasms, pumping major loads of jizz into our jeans.

Andy shook with each pulse of cum thrust from his dick and held me tight as his body experienced a very intense orgasm. I was so excited about having a mud boy working for me that I did the same. After what seemed like 5 minutes of aftershocks we both relaxed a bit.

"I have never experienced anything like that before," were the first words out of Andy's mouth. "Thank you for my initiation as your mud boy. I can't believe how great that super slimy mud mix feels down inside my clothes, lubricating my balls and dick."

"It's nice to have you here as my mud boy," was my answer. We were both grinning from ear to ear. And thus began an amazing chapter in both of our lives.

The cleanup of the room progressed slowly since there was mud everywhere and we kept playing around. But I had designed the room to be hosed down in case of an accident with the mud. All of the electrical equipment was waterproof and the pit under the floor grates channeled everything out to the mud waste pond in the back of the property. Working together it only took a couple of hours until we were finished cleaning the room.

We went through the now familiar drill of hosing each other off and then showering together in our gear. Now that everything seemed to be out in the open we enjoyed playing around in the shower for quite a while as we stripped and lathered up.

Week 4: Andy's Birthday celebration

I was doing the paperwork for Andy's insurance and realized that his birthday was coming up in a few days. With things going the way they were between us I came up with a plan for a big mud initiation as a birthday present. On the day before, I told him that we were going to be doing some dirty work the next day so he should wear old Levis and boots.

On his birthday I put a card on his desk in the warehouse and then told him we were going out to lunch. He was surprised at the attention but quite delighted when I took him to a working man's bar for Mexican food and there were a lot of construction workers there in their dirty work gear and boots.

About mid afternoon he asked me when we were going to do the dirty work. I told him it would be about 4PM. As the time approached he seemed to be a bit antsy. He finished his work and came into my office. He was a bit surprised to see me wearing an old pair of tall lineman boots with a faded pair of 501s tucked into the boots and a ratty old Wrangler blue chambray western style work shirt.

"Wow, I guess this is going to be super dirty work since you have on some old 501s and boots I've never seen before," he observed. I was delighted that he had noticed.

"Yes, let's lock the front door and empty our pockets so we can go work out in the yard," I replied.

I put on my hard hat and gave one to Andy. We went out to the back and I opened the gate to the pond where the waste mud from the various pits in the warehouse flowed. Andy's eyes were getting big, as was the bulge in his crotch as he saw the pond for the first time.

With a big grin on my face I said, "OK birthday boy, your mission is to run across the dried surface of the mud on the edge of the pond and see how far you get before the surface breaks under your weight and you sink in! Oh yeah, it's only 5 feet deep so you won't drown in it."

"You really mean it?" he asked in some disbelief.

"Go for it!" was my reply.

With a huge grin on his face, Andy got a running start and managed to stay on the top of the mud for a good 15 feet before his boots started to sink into the mud a bit. Suddenly the surface gave way and he sank into the liquid mud up to his shoulders.

"This is so amazing. I've never been in mud this deep. Come on in the mud is fine," he called out. He began to explore the sensations of being in deep mud by moving around and swimming a bit.

I ran across the dried pond surface from the side and sank in at about the same place as Andy. The mud was a soft pudding like liquid in the middle of the pond once you broke the dried up surface. The combination of fine clay and polymer made the mud incredibly slippery. I made my way over to him and gave him an under-the-mud hug.

"Wow, this is the most amazing birthday present."

"It gets better," I said.

"How?"

"Follow me."

We swam over to the edge where there was a hard crust and climbed up on the surface. I told Andy to take off all of his clothes and boots. I did the same. I had put a tall solid block wall around the back of the property and we had complete privacy.

After we stripped I had Andy put all of his gear in the mud and fill it with that slimy liquid and I did the same. Then we both put our gear back on, filled with mud. He was especially amazed at the feeling of pulling on muddy socks and putting his feet into his mud-filled boots. Lacing up boots filled with liquid mud is challenging but part of the fun.

Then we got back into the mud and wrestled and played for well over an hour, shooting several loads of cum into our mud-filled Levis.

Finally we were so tired that we climbed out of the mud pit and went over to an area where there was a soft dirt pile. We fell down exhausted in the dirt and while I was on my back, Andy put his left leg over my crotch, his left arm over my chest and rested his head on my shoulder. I reached over and held his hand. We actually fell asleep like that, enjoying the warm late afternoon sunshine.

Eventually we woke up and were somewhat stuck together since the top layer of mud on us had dried. After a bit of horsing around (and another load of jizz in our 501s) we got up and went over to the nearby garden hose. There is a concrete pad and ramp down into the pond at the end and we stood on that to hose each other off, stripping our clothes in the process.

A long shower together brought us to our first kiss. It was clear that this was not his first male-male kiss. After the shower we went to the locker room and put on some clean dry clothes. I presented him with a solid brass Drilling Mud Company buckle which he proudly installed on his belt.

As we finished dressing, Andy said to me, "This is the most memorable birthday celebration I have ever had."

I just grinned.

We ended up going out for drinks at the local leather/Levi bar. He certainly attracted a lot of attention from the men in the bar, which I could see he was enjoying. We talked about how he always was fascinated by mud as a kid and couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the ad for the job at the Drilling Mud Company. He decided to take a calculated risk and wear his biker gear to the interview to demonstrate that he was ready to work. I assured him that it certainly had worked.

Things were moving quickly in a most unexpected way for me. I had no idea that when Harry quit to sell Amway products that I would be getting both a great employee and a mud boy. I needed to make sure that we did not fool around on company time too much and I didn't want to come on too strong with Andy.

But he seemed eager to learn, both the job and everything to do with mudding and boots. While slightly passive, he was great at the give and take horseplay that I like.

The next time we went out for drinks together I told him that I had a big collection of tall lace-up lineman and logger boots and he practically drooled. Most of his collection was Docs and Underground with a couple pair of Rangers. He had never worn a pair of lacers with a full gusset tongue like my Wescos.

When he commented that it would be interesting to try the mud pit in his bike leathers I just about choked on my drink since I had been fantasizing what he would look like getting muddy in his racing leathers. We decided to try that as soon as we had time to goof off again.

I had never thought to ask him what size boots he wore. When I asked he said 11.5. I told him that I wore size 12-13 depending on the brand and the thickness of my socks. We were sitting in a back area of the bar and Andy leaned over to me and asked if he could take my boots off and try them on. I agreed and he quickly pulled up the legs of my jeans to expose the 18" shafts of my Wesco lace-to-toe Jobmasters.

He rubbed his face against the shafts and then sat at my feet with the Vibram sole of my boot in his crotch. Then he started to unlace one boot, very slowly. He savored pulling the laces off of each pair of speed lace posts and then began loosening the laces in the eyelets. When the laces were loose he pulled the boot from my foot and put his face into the shaft to smell the mansweat.

After savoring the leather and sweat odor for a long time he took my other boot off, holding it like it was gold. I told him that I wanted to take his boots off and help him put mine on. He was surprised but quickly agreed. He was wearing some old Docs that had seen a lot of action.

I knew that he liked heavy wool boot socks just like I do so I was not surprised when he asked me if he could wear my socks too. I let him take them off and he held them, wadded up, to his face for a while.

I let him put my socks on and then helped him put on my Wescos. Once he got down the lacing pattern for the speed lace posts he wanted to do it himself. When he had the boots on he stood up. There was an unmistakable bulge in his crotch and he said to me, "If you brush against me I will shoot in my Levis, that's how horny I feel right now." I was never good at resisting temptation so I cupped his crotch with my hand and then ran it up over the bulge in the front of his 501s.

Instantly I felt huge loads of warm cum shooting into his Levis and then he pressed his crotch against mine. I grabbed his ass and pulled him against me, feeling the final thrusts of his orgasm. We stood that way for a couple of minutes, just enjoying the spontaneity of the moment.

Andy wanted to lace up his boots on my feet. I told him that I would wear his boots with my Levis tucked in like he did so he pulled his socks on my legs, folded the legs of my jeans over to fit inside the boots and then guided my feet into the boots and laced them up. They were a bit tight on me but because they were Andy's boots it didn't matter to me one bit.

Once I stood up I felt my own manhood come to life. I decided to pop the question to Andy. "You are welcome to wear my boots home tonight. Or if you want, you can come home with me and sleep in them with me and I will wear your boots to bed too."

Without hesitation, Andy answered, "I want to sleep in your boots with you next to me in my boots." He followed me home on his bike and we crawled into bed, Levis, boots and all. It was a wonderful night.
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I'll add a Part 3 if you guys have enjoyed this. Let me know.

Lots more muddy trouble these guys can get into, for sure. Seems like there is still some clean leather and hip boots around this place just asking for it.