Date: Sat, 27 May 2006 20:04:02 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Muddy Work story revised

				MUDDY WORK
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     The sound of the big cat dying down was like a tubercular patient
having a coughing fit. It wheezed, gagged, choked, and was silent, leaving
Don's ears ringing. "Aw, fuck, not again!" he griped to the gods of air and
water.
     There was lots of water. It had been raining for three days out of the
last four, and while today was clear, there was a hell of a lot of mud to
deal with. The only way for them to get the project back on track was to
keep the big cat, their bulldozer, running all day today, and the cat was
not only bogging down on a regular basis, but the water seemed to have
gotten into the machinery, ergo, the big caterpillar was dying on them
every couple of minutes.
     Edwin crawled down out of the cat and met Don as he walked up. "It's
got to be water in the fucking tank." he declared.
     "Yeah," Don said. "But what the hell we going to do about it?"
     "Got to flush the damned tanks." Edwin said. "Then the lines, blow
them out with compressed air, change the filter, and then re-fill the tank
again with diesel. Maybe then we can keep the damned cat running."
     Don groaned. "You know what that means, don't you?"
     "Yep." Edwin said. "You and me get to crawl under the cat."
    "I'll see if I can find some clean cardboard to lay down." Don said.
     But there wasn't much, and the mud was deep enough to defeat the small
amount they did. Don and Edwin got muddy as hell. Not clean mud, but mud
soaked with diesel and oil and grease from the underbody of the bulldozer.
     "What time is it?" Don asked as he hooked the diesel hose to the gas
tank. It took time to fill up a bulldozer of this size, the gas tank held
some one hundred-fifty gallons of diesel.
     "Eleven-fifty." Edwin said after scraping the muck off his watch.
     "Close enough to lunch." Don agreed. "Let the fucking cat fill up and
we'll fill up, too."
     "Fucking fine by me." Edwin agreed.
     Don turned to walk toward the pickup where they'd put their lunches
and damned if he didn't slip and fucking fall into the mud! Not surprising,
this mud was composed mostly of the clay they had been digging through. The
foundation for this place had to be dug down to a depth of nearly eighty
feet, and they were near that depth. All they had to accomplish this day
was the remaining ten feet, and they could start tomorrow to laying down
the bedding for the concrete. The iron rods and the plastic sheeting
wouldn't care about a bit of mud.
     But damn it, he did! This fall was the last fucking straw! He just lay
there in the mud and groaned. "Shit! Fuck! Hell!"
     Edwin was laughing, damn his ass! "You have a nice trip?" He asked,
not very original or funny.
     "Stop laughing and help me up." Don stuck up a hand. Edwin took it and
Don pulled hard!
     Edwin came down, landing on his face in the sticky mud. Now Don was
laughing. "Serve you right, fucker!"
     "Ah, kiss my ass!" Edwin said as he spat mud out of his mouth,
flicking his too-pink tongue back and forth to try to get rid of it all.
     "Better your ass than your face. It's probably the cleanest part of
your body." Don said.
     "You got that right." Edwin said as he sat upright. Don did, too, two
men covered thickly with reddish-brown mud, laughing like jackasses...or
like two men who were stuck doing a nasty, filthy, unforgiving job.
     "Ah, hell!" Don said. "Aren't we a couple of fuck-ups, anyway! Why the
fuck are we even out here, anyway?"
     "Job has to get done." Edwin pointed out needlessly. It was true,
until the foundation was dug, the rest of the crew couldn't do anything but
get in the way. They would be here tomorrow and the place would start to
hum...finally, but for now, they were two men, one bulldozer operator, and
one supervisor cum truckdriver, to haul the muck out of the way and dump it
out again nearby, to be hauled later to a landfill.
     "But why couldn't they have picked two other men for this job?" Don
was saying this mostly to himself.
     But Edwin answered. "Fuck, you and me are the two who go the least to
go home to, don't we?"
     "Yeah." Don had to admit, the rest of the crew had wives, children,
family. He and Edwin were the local bachelors. If you had to pick two men
to ruin a perfectly good Sunday on, why not him and Edwin? "And why is
that?"
     Edwin just sort of shrugged. "Why is that for you?" he asked instead.
     Don kind of grimaced. "I had someone, once...but you know how that
is."
     "So what was her name?"
     "Name? Uh...." Shit, he couldn't say "Charles" now, could he? "It
was...uh...."
     "Can't remember her name?" Edwin asked.
     Don tapered off. "Hell, man, who cares now, anyhow."
     "Yeah." Edwin said.
     Don got to his feet and said, "Fuck this, let's get our chow." And he
held out his hand.
     Edwin took it, but only got up as far as his knees, and said, "I know
what I'd like to chow down on just now." And his face was right at Don's
crotch.
     "The hell you say." Don was dubious.
     "The hell I say." Edwin agreed. "You saying you got an objection?"
     "Uh...." Don didn't actually, but hell. "We're on a project, damn it."
     "On a Sunday in the middle of a fucking deep, muddy hole." Edwin
completed. "Now open that up for me. Or you want me to do it for you?"
     "I don't know."
     "I know." Edwin said. "I know you couldn't give me the name of your
last girlfriend. I'm figuring it was because her name was George or Tom or
something. Tell me I'm wrong and I'll apologize."
     "No." Don said slowly.
     "Then whip that fucker out." Edwin said. "I got a hankering for some
sweaty stud cock soaked with sweat from a day on the job. How about you?"
     Don didn't say anything. But after a few second's freeze, he reached
down and opened the buttons on his jeans. Wiped his hand on one of the few
dry patches on his shirt and peeled his cock out of the wet-but-clean
briefs underneath.
     "Yeah, the cleanest part of your body, ain't it?" was Edwin's
observation as his mouth slipped open Don's glans, which bounced off one
side and then buried itself into the central, warm depths.
     "Ahhh, shit!" Don moaned as he felt those velvet-soft lips close upon
his shaft and milk upwards. A shudder wracked his body as Edwin's mouth
raised his cock's skin up and over his cockhead, sending a flutter of
pleasure down into his body. "Ahh, hell, yeah, man, suck that meat for me,
hell, yeah, shit!"
     "Ummmm!" was Edwin's only comment, his sound muffled by the thick dong
buried in his throat. That sound flapped like the wings of a hummingbird up
and around Don's prick, and that was added to his diving back down and
pulling once more on Don's cock, and another wave of delight swept over
Don's central body.
     "God, yeah, uhhhh!" Don murmured. "You fucking bastard, come on, suck
me, you big, hairy stud, you God-damned bulldozer driver, suck my dick,
uhhhh, ahhhh, uhhhhh!"
     Edwin moved up and down Don's rod a dozen times or so, then pulled
off, not in disgust or discomfort, but rather, savoring the flavor of Don's
man-pole, he licked the bottom of Don's shaft and said, "Yeah, that's the
kind of cock worth sucking on, 'stead of some pampered and powdered little
faggot in a bar. Steamed in its own juices, yeah, God, I'd like to take you
down and lick you from cock to asshole and back again, get all that salty
funk out of you!"
     "Ooooh, Go-o-o-o-o-d!" Don moaned. The thought of that was turning him
on! If they had any place at all to lie down clean and neat, he would have
stripped naked! But they were in a world of mud, he couldn't do anything
but stand as he was and let this bull-stud of a man worship his
prick. Except maybe... "Shit, man, finish me off so I can do you! We got to
get back to work here 'fore long if we're going to be done by the end of
the day."
     "Don't interrupt a man while he's having lunch." Edwin said and he
went back over it, one long slurp and off again. "I going to enjoy mine!"
And he went back down, taking it deep, taking every last sweat-stained inch
of Don's prod, not flinching from the taste of a man who worked hard for a
living, loving the flavor, loving the man!
     "Ooohhh, ahhh, ughhhh, gguuuhh!" Don moaned as Edwin's mouth milked
him down with expert, well-rehearsed motions. Edwin was no tentative
virgin, no curious hunk, he was a well-oiled machine like he was behind the
controls of his big cat, moving over Don's prick like a smoothly operating
machine, and Don could only hang on and let the pleasure wash over him with
ever-increasing intensity amid the pressure that was building up in his
balls!
     Oh, God, he had to release that load, soon! "Oh, God, man, I'm going
to come!" he gasped out. "Motherfucking bastard, you're going to get a huge
fucking load, you better be ready for it, shit, God, uh, yeah, uhhhh!"
     And Edwin's hand gripped the base of Don's shaft and his hand milked
in time to Edwin's mouth, helping that moist, silken mouth to move him
faster, smoother, warmer, warm, warm, hot, hot, oh, God, hot! "Oh, God, oh,
God, oh, oh, OH, OH, OHHH-GUHH-AH-GAHHHH!"
     And Don creamed hard into Edwin's mouth, Edwin sucking him down like a
pork-rib dinner special at Maisie's, his lips were greasy with his saliva
and he was getting every last morsel out of Don's spurting tool, gulping
down the hot salty stud-milk and pumping for more, more, more!
     And Edwin wrung every last drop of ecstasy from Don's loins, left his
boss in a weakened, bent-knee stupor, panting, sweating, mouth gulping for
air.
     And Edwin rose from his knees at last, and took Don in his arms and
kissed, and Don tasted the hot salty love-juice on Edwin's lips and he
kissed them dry, the lingering taste of his own sperm only heightening his
desire for more!
     "My turn now!" he gasped and let his knees buckle to lower him
down. Edwin's pants were filthy with mud from his face-first fall of
before, but by now, Don was past caring about that! He fought the filthy
trousers open and underneath was a brown-sodden mass of briefs, but when he
tugged that down he was presented with a cock that was wet but otherwise
clean. He couldn't shove it into his face fast enough, and he fought that
huge pud down his gullet, wanting all of it at one time, all right now,
right now, God, he had to get all this construction worker's dong inside
himself! It had been too long, damn it, too fucking long!
     "Ahh, yeah, boss-man, suck my cock." Edwin murmured. "Give this
man-sausage of mine all you got, fucker, take it all, I bet you can't
swallow all of it, let's see you try."
     Edwin had some proof for his conceit, for he was packing a powerful
rod in his pants, Don had over nine inches of solid, thick cock that was
stretching out his lips. He got half or more of it down, and his throat
rebelled, and he had to gag, let go of it.
     "Yeah, choke on it, stud, you can't do it, can you?" Edwin taunted
him.
     Don's eyebrows moved, not in anger but in intensity, and he went for
it again, this time he ignored his throat's anguish and kept on worming
that huge man-tool down deeper, more, more, he wanted it all this time, he
couldn't give Edwin less than Edwin had given him, and Edwin had been
giving him a complete deep-throat job! Not only that, he was sucking on
bona fide blue-collar cock, and he wasn't letting go of it that easily!
     He made it! He had the whole fucking rod, he had Edwin's balls
snuggling on his chin, and Edwin grunting above him, and he kept that
massive column of man-flesh inside himself for as long as he could, and
then the raw need for air forced him to relinquish his conquest, he
retreated over the long plain of human meat and at long last, only the
cockhead remained in his mouth, his last foothold upon his once-mighty
empire!
     "Damn, man, you took the whole fucker, didn't you?" Edwin said
incredulously. "I haven't had it all the way down since I let that little
twinkie fairy back in Pittsburgh go down on it. If he hadn't been such a
damned sissy-boy, I might have gone back to him just for that. Hell, man,
you are fucking grade-A cocksucker!"
     Don dove back down and he attempted to recapture his territory, but
the raw massive amount of it defeated him on this second attempt. He had to
settle for most of it, nearly all, only an enticing inch or so was left for
his clutching, questing lips to yearn for, and then he had to grip tight
and pull back upwards again, this time, he took the cockskin with him and
Edwin yodeled his joy above him.
     "Ah, uh, ah, uh, yeah, uh, ah, uh!" he gasped as Don pulled up high
and moved back down again. "Yeah, boss-man, do a wrecking job on this big
fucking hard-on I got! Shit, you big, horny bastard, I should have fed you
this monster a long fucking time ago! I would have if I'd known, just
walked over while you were studying your papers and whipped it out and told
you to suck it! Shit, man, gah, take it, man, there's a big, thick load in
there and it's all yours if you'll just keep this up another couple'a
minutes for me! Ah, shit, yeah, damn, uh, yeah!"
     Edwin's filthy hands moved and knocked Don's hard hat off his head and
buried their silt-soaked fingers in his hair. That grip let Edwin hunch at
Don's mouth and he did, hard and fast, the huge tool now a plundering
monster assaulting Don's tonsils.
     "Oh, God, damn, fuck, yeah, uh!" Edwin panted above him while he
mauled Don's mouth. "Shit, fuck, damn, oh, shit, uh, uh, gah, uh, uh, uh!"
and he dopplered down into panting, and this panting was frantic, hard,
loud, and the panting got longer, louder, melted together into a moan and
with that moan, Edwin erupted into Don's mouth, and that promised heavy,
thick, salty load was dumped onto Don's tongue and throat in thick, cloying
clumps! Don choked, swallowed hard, held on as best he could, for Edwin was
still man-handling his head, force-fucking him with that huge dong, and
with Edwin lost in his rapture, there was no hope of mercy for now, he
could only hang on and drink the heady mead of worker-come that was
flooding into his mouth, like so much molten lava it burned his mouth from
its heat and he swallowed it and met with more and more and more, he
swallowed until his entire throat from top to stomach was one long shaft of
flame!
     And Edwin was done now, his cock draining rapidly and shrinking in
size as he did, and Don could finish swallowing and he did, and his stomach
was warmed with the lusty load of hot stud-tonic, and he finished it and
looked up at Edwin. Ever the stalwart worker, Edwin seemed only lightly
winded from his exertions, he grinned down at his boss at his knees, cock
in his mouth, and said, "Nice job, boss."
     Don spit out the wilted prick and said, "You, too, fucker. Now let's
get some real food on top of this little appetizer and then get back on the
job. If you can chew up the last ten feet the way you chewed up my cock, we
might get out of here before dark."
     "Sounds good to me." Edwin agreed.
     Don put his arm around Edwin's shoulders, in a just-buddies kind of
way, and they walked to the pickup to get their lunchboxes.
     A construction job was often long hours, six or seven days a week in
fair weather such as the summer promised to be (ignoring the spate of rain
just past). But Don was sanguine about that, for after the day was done, he
would have Edwin to go home with, and Edwin to spend the lazy days until
the next job came along.
     He didn't even care about the mud just now. Hell, if it hadn't been
for the mud, he might never have discovered what was right underneath his
nose all along!

				  THE END
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