The Mud Business - Part 3

Weeks 4-5: We settle into a routine

The muddy celebration of Andy's birthday at the shop, our socializing at the bar and first nights spent together were like a fantasy for me. By now we worked so well together that I wondered how I had managed without his help. Some days held long hours of really hard work but we always had a smile for each other when work got busy.

Week 6: Andy cleans up, kinda sorta

The introduction of 5G cell service was a big boost for the directional drilling mud business because it requires many mini cell towers in residential areas where digging up the streets for the fiber optic lines to serve them is not a viable alternative.

That meant the demand for pre-mixed mud was taking on a larger role in the business and we were running out of clean IBC 275-gallon "totes" - the HD polyethylene tubs with the steel wire frame. So it was time to introduce Andy to the process of cleaning out the dirty ones that had come back from our customer job sites. I let some of them sit for too long and the remaining mud mixture had dried up on the bottom of the container.

The tub cleaning room has a fiberglass grid floor with a sump under it to channel the waste mud out to the pond in the back of the property. I stocked the locker room with the requisite yellow Carhartt rubberized 2-piece rain suits and some extra-tall Bullseye hip boots to keep you relatively dry while you are doing this messy job.

Andy was rather excited to gear up for this work for the first time. We took off our tall lacers and pulled on the Bullseye waders. Since Andy is a bit shorter than I am the tops really cradled his crotch. Then we donned the Carhartt rain suits, safety goggles and hard hats. I always get a hardon in my Levis when I do this and I could see that Andy was sporting one too.

There is only a 6" port in the top of the poly tub so first we invert them on an overhead rack and then shoot water into them to rinse out any remaining mud. The ones with liquid mud in them were easy to clean and the protective gear kept us clean and dry.

But the ones with the dried mud presented a challenge. So we turned those right-side-up again and put a few inches of water in each one to re-hydrate the mud. Since that was a one-man job, I left Andy in charge. I removed my rain suit and goggles and went back to finish paperwork in the office, still wearing those hot Bullseye waders and my hard hat. I was certainly feeling rather butch as I felt that thick rubber caressing my thighs over my 501s and encasing my feet around my thick wool boot socks.

An hour later I was done processing new orders and headed back to see how Andy was progressing. I was rather surprised to see that he had removed the rain suit and was working in his bleacher 501s and blue chambray western shirt with the Drilling Mud Company embroidered logo that I ordered as company workwear. Not surprisingly, both were splattered with mud.

Andy looked up and grinned when I walked in and said, "It's more fun this way!" Since I didn't want Andy to have all of the fun I donned my safety glasses and joined him sans rainwear to continue the cleanup of the tubs.

We capped the ports and used a special lift to invert the heavy tubs back onto the racks, trying to swish the liquid as much as possible in the process to break up any mud stuck to the bottom of the tub. Once they were all in place the trick was to unscrew the cap on the port without having the mud splash all over you. I asked Andy if he wanted to put his rain suit back on but he rejected the idea.

"OK mudboy, have at it!" I said as I pointed to the first tub. Just as I was about to say, "Step to the side and don't look up as you do that," he unscrewed the cap while standing close and looking up at it. Of course the predictable happened and a rush of very liquid mud splashed out all over his face and clothes, partially filling his Bullseye hip boots.

I grabbed the hose and sprayed the mud off of his goggles and face.

When he could see again, the first words out of his mouth were, "Well that was fun!" His big grin told me that he had done it on purpose. I shook my head in mock exasperation.

"Oh tell me that you didn't enjoy watching me do that."

What could I say? It was fun to watch, even though I knew what was going to happen and tried to prevent it. Andy is a hot guy, even more so when splattered in mud.

"So is that the way you intend to do all of them?" was my next question.

"Only if you help."

"You're going to flood your waders."

"Oh I already feel the mud up to my knees. Can't wait until it gets up to my crotch!"

After rolling my eyes as dramatically as I could, I handed Andy the hose to rinse out the rest of the mud from the tub. In the process he continued to fill his heavy duty Bullseye boots with mud and water.

Once again, not wanting to be left out of the fun, I joined Andy in his dirty way of cleaning out the tubs. But I insisted that we not look up while doing that, letting the mud flow over our hard hats. Very quickly both of us had flooded hip boots and were covered in mud.

Andy's muddy shirt was annoying him so he stripped it off, showing off his well defined mud-covered pecs and muscular torso. I now had a roaring hardon in my muddy 501s. The next tub we tackled had a reluctant layer of caked mud that suddenly released from the bottom, blowing thick slimy mud out the port all over us. Andy pulled out the waistband of his 501s to let it run down inside his crotch and I did the same.

I couldn't take it any longer.

"If we don't grind our crotches together right now I'm gonna blow a load in my Levis all by myself." I made a sad face. Andy laughed.

I grabbed Andy and we went crotch-to-crotch in our 501s. The mud was sloshing out of the tops of our hip boots as we held onto each other and ground our bulging manhoods together. Very quickly, with that ultra-slippery mud to lubricate our dicks, we both exploded with intense pent-up sexual energy, shooting huge loads of jizz into our Levis.

As we caught our breath we kept holding onto each other. Once again the endorphin rush and having this hot man in my arms turned my thoughts to how lucky I was that he answered my help-wanted ad.

What would otherwise be tedious and demanding work turned into a fun job as we finished cleaning out all thirty of the tubs. We were both filthy and loving it. Once we were done we had a nice time stripping, cleaning up our gear and playing around in the shower before putting on clean Levis and our tall lacers. Since we were both super tired I treated Andy to dinner at a favorite restaurant that evening.

Weeks 7-9: Same old routine

For the next three weeks we didn't have much time for play since business was so good. Andy continued to stay overnight with me several times a week.

One night when I was alone I saw an ebay listing for a somewhat ratty one-piece leather motorcycle racing suit - white with red and black trim - that was Andy's size so I bid on it and won. I also found a pair of Wesco 18" Jobmaster boots that were his size. They too were well worn but still serviceable and I would not feel bad seeing them in the mud so I bought them.

Week 10: The reward

With a three day holiday weekend coming up we would have a break from the insane pace of work so I decided it would be the perfect time to present Andy with his new gear.

"Andy, would you mind coming in on Saturday about noon? There are some things we need to catch up on."

"Sure, no problem. I was just going on a bike ride but I can do that in the morning."

The day was sunny and warming up nicely when Andy arrived. He had been out riding and was wearing his form fitting black leather racing suit and motocross boots.

"I'll go change into my work clothes."

"Actually, you don't need to do that," was my reply.

Andy looked puzzled. I handed him a big heavy box.

"Open it."

He set it on the work table and opened the envelope on the top. When he read the letter inside he could barely contain himself.

"I promised that I would give you a raise if things worked out. I didn't want to wait until the end of your formal 90-day probationary time to acknowledge how much I appreciate your hard work and the fun you brought into my job running this place."

Of course I got a big hug as he thanked me for his raise.

"So what's in the box? Work clothes with my name embroidered on them?"

"You might say that."

Andy opened the box. First he saw the motorcycle suit. He was overwhelmed as he took it out of the box and held it up.

"Geez boss, that looks so perfect for..."

"Is that for playing in the mud pond out back???"

"Yup."

Then he took out the Wesco boots. I could see how excited he was as he held the shaft of one of the boots up to his face to breathe in the smell of the leather and the foot sweat of the previous owner.

I got another big hug and a sloppy wet kiss.

"So do I get to break these in today?"

"If that's what you want."

"You tease. You know I do. I'll be right back." Andy took off for the locker room. I got out my camera and was ready to record a video as he walked back into the office sporting his new gear and grinning from ear to ear. He looked spectacular. And by now it was the perfect temperature for some fun out back.

"Aren't you going to gear up to join me?"

"I want to get some pictures and video of you initiating your new gear. I'll stay on the sidelines."

I was probably just as hard as Andy as I recorded his slow walk into the mud pond. First those tall Wesco boots and then the white leather disappeared under the mud. Soon he was swimming around in the slop, hooting and hollering about how amazing it felt. I set down the camera and enjoyed watching him.

Then, with the leather suit and boots nicely covered in mud, he came over to where I was sitting.

"You need to join me. I can't have all the fun."

"I'm not dressed for it. I'm wearing my new 501s and Wesco lineman boots."

"Too bad, you'll get over it."

He grabbed me, checked to make sure my cell phone was not in my pocket, and then pulled me into the mud pond.

Well, I should have anticipated that but it was a rare moment for Andy to take charge - and I was just doing as I was told. In a way it felt good to have the tables turned and it is always a major rush to unexpectedly wear good clothes into the mud.

We probably spent two hours having fun breaking in his new leather suit and boots, making sure the inside of the suit was filled with mud and that my 501s were similarly filled. The bond between us grew a lot that afternoon.

Eventually we were too tired for more play and once again fell asleep spooning, covered in mud, laying on a pile of warm dirt. After a long nap we hosed each other off and stripped off our gear out in the yard before going in for a nice long hot shower.

As I put my lineman boots on the boot dryer, I smiled as I thought about Andy's comment that I would get over trashing my new Levis and good boots in the mud. Yeah Andy, that was an easy one to get over.

It was a wonderful day for both of us and that night as we fell asleep together I gave serious thought about asking Andy to move in with me.

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I'll leave the rest of this tale to your imagination. There are more stories to tell about some other adventures in my life.