Farm Friends with Benefits

Farm Friends with Benefits #5

DISCLAIMER: This is purely a work of fiction. Although I wish it were to happen to me, none of this has taken place in my life. Any references to people and places are strictly coincidental and are by no means to be taken as anything other than that.

The content of this story may refer to sexual acts that are homosexual in nature. If it is illegal for you to read such things, please do not continue reading.

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I dropped Ben off at his apartment on my way out to Wayside Complex, an emotional wreck, but not in a bad way.

I reflected over the past two weeks about all that had happened: I found out that Carlos was gay by getting a surprise blow-job in the middle of a walnut orchard, I found out that Mason was gay when we were up at the Wayside cabin, I participated in a spur-of-the-moment three-way when Carlos crashed Mason and I's make out session by barging in the cabin door bare-ass-naked, and I discovered that Ben was bi when our wrestling match turned into a grinding pleasure-fest.

The only thing I had to think of now was the complicated sex-square (one more than a sex-triangle) that had just been brought out in the open. I really liked Mason, and I could tell that he really liked me back. We connected on a level higher than I did with Carlos, who was really just interested in getting his sex on, and Ben was committed (for now) to his girlfriend, Tracy. The only thing that made it awkward was that we were all going to work together in a pretty close environment starting in May, and I didn't want to make any of them feel awkward.

Wait, May? Already? It seemed like I had just moved to California, and yet my first year of school was almost done, and another summer was straight ahead. Damn, time flies.

Uncle Ron had told me to meet a couple new guys at Wayside who were going to start working on getting equipment ready for harvest. I turned down the dusty road that led up to the complex, unlocked both gates, and was soon settled in and ready. I had unlocked the equipment yard, the shop, and the parts shed so that the guys could get ready as soon as they had the hang of the place.

Soon I heard the low rumble of a diesel truck headed up the road, and turned to see an F350 enter the gates. It parked by my truck and two guys got out and walked toward me. These guys were thick with muscle. I imagined that they had previously been firefighters or prison guards. They looked older than me by a few years.

I waved at them and started their way. "Morning!" I yelled about halfway to where they were.

We exchanged greetings, shook hands, and learned names. One of the guys was Garrett - 29 years old with Jet black hair and a 5-o'clock shadow that outlined deep green eyes. The other was Joel - 27 years old with light brown hair, clean shaven, with green-blue eyes that always seemed to be letting on something about a secret.

I noticed rings on both of their fingers and asked about their families.

Garrett looked over at Joel and grabbed Joel's hand. "We haven't started a family yet, but we're hoping to adopt."

If someone didn't know my story, who I was, or what was really going through my head, they would have probably taken me for a conservative dick-faced biggot: my mouth was hung open in shock. Was this gaytopia or something?

"I hope that doesn't offend you, Austin. We're proud of who we are." Joel gave me a wary look.

"No...uuhhh...it's not that at all." I was still trying to get over my shock.

"We didn't mean to scare you, but you DID ask." Garrett gave me a similar look.

"I...I'm gay" was all that came out of my mouth at first. This time it was Garrett and Joel's turns to exchange looks with each other. "I just am really surprised at how many gay guys I'm finding out are working for my uncle. And that you're married. Not that it's bad. I'm just...wow." I was looking at the ground, trying to make sense of it all. I know this is California, but three co-workers and now a gay couple working on the same ranch? It didn't seem like a coincidence, but I knew that my uncle wasn't gay. Something was up, and I intended to find out later.

"Sounds like we need to start over." Garrett put his hand out again. "I'm Garrett, this is my husband Joel, and we're married."

I snapped out of whatever thoughts were going through my mind and smiled, extended my hand to Garrett's and shook it. "I'm Austin. It's good to meet you both." I shook Joel's hand again too.

"Now that that's all over, let's get to the point of our meeting. Your uncle says that there are a few tractors here that need tuning up?" Garrett looked toward the equipment yard.

"Yessir, follow me."

I lead both guys to the yard and showed them the 5 mid-sized tractors that were sitting in the far corner.

"All five haven't been run since last November, so I'm sure they'll need oil changes, new air filters, and all the hoses inspected." I pointed to our two oldest tractors. "The hydraulic system on these two are on their way out, so if you know anything about hydraulics, you can take a whack at em. Otherwise you can just wait until our full time mechanic comes on and work with him on it."

"Sounds easy to me. I used to run a small outfit a little ways north of here and I know my way around a tractor." Garrett was inspecting one of the two older ones that I pointed out earlier.

"And I used to sell all kinds of ag equipment. We should be good to go." Joel crossed his arms and looked over the fleet of tractors. "We'll have these up and humming in no time."

"Great! When you're finished with the tractors, there are a few other pieces of equipment that need the once-over to make sure they're ready for action, but this will get you going for awhile in the meantime. Did you guys want to start today?"

"We were planning on it." Garrett called out from underneath a tractor.

"Alright then, take a walk back with me to my truck and I'll get you set up with safety equipment and keys." I turned around to leave the yard, Garrett and Joel following behind.

I felt my phone buzz and saw that Mason had texted me he was headed my way to drop off the first round of parts for the day. I gave him a quick "ok."

"You said that you were surprised at how many gay guys worked for your uncle, Austin. Is it rude of me to ask how many?" Garrett had stepped up beside me while I was texting Mason.

"Besides me I know of two others and one bi guy. We all worked irrigation shifts together last summer and through this school year." I put my phone back in my pocket.

"Four college kids working together who prefer the company of men. I'm sure there was a lot more than work that went on." Joel had a small smile on his face.

"I really didn't know about anyone but myself until a couple weeks ago." I realized that what I just said confirmed Joel's suspicions. I made it worse by realizing it outwardly by giving a sheepish smile.

"Three guys in two weeks - sounds like you know how to have a good time!" Garrett nudged me with his fist.

"I do alright," I said with a grin.

We got to my truck and I gave them each a set of keys to all the locks at Wayside, some safety glasses, gloves, a pair of coveralls, and a sheet with phone numbers. "Inside the tool shed you'll find a couple spare boxes of socket wrenches and screwdrivers for the basic stuff. Look through them and let me know if I need to get you anything that's missing. There are specialized tools in the same shed, but those need to be returned each day. Your coveralls will be laundered three times a week. At the end of each Monday, Wednesday and Friday, just leave the dirty ones in the locker room, which is in the main garage. Also there's a few trucks sitting in that same garage - here's the key to the mechanic's truck, the green one with the flatbed. Don't worry about using your own truck to get out here unless you want to."

"I was hoping for bright pink with rainbow decals on the side." Joel grabbed the keys and laughed.

I laughed back. "That's mine, sorry."

"You little bastard" Joel said. I was really beginning to like these guys. They made life a bit brighter.

I heard another truck roll up and remembered that Mason was on his way over here. "Hey there's the parts guy. You might as well meet him, you'll be talking to him quite a bit." I motioned for them to follow me to the parts shed.

"We'll be right there after we put all this stuff down" Garrett said as he turned back toward the F350. Joel followed.

I waved at Mason, who was out of his truck and unloading some parts. He waved back, and then went back to his tasks. As soon as I reached his truck, I helped him with the rest of the boxes, then sat on the tailgate.

"First day on the job - how do you like it?" I asked him.

"Pretty simple, but I'm sure it'll get way crazy when the season picks up." Mason wiped some sweat off of his forehead.

I nodded in the direction of the two guys who had started to head over to us. "By the way, those are two of the new mechanics. They're gay AND married. To each other."

"What?" Mason raised his eyebrows as high as he could, his eyes grew huge.

"You heard me. Apparently this is Queer Farm, USA." I laughed.

"That's...weird. But I don't know why" Mason admitted. He laughed too.

"I know. Just think about how awkward the situation was when I found that out. They probably thought I was judging them at first." I got up off of his tailgate. "I just wanted you to know so you don't stand there with your mouth open like I did. Also I haven't told them you're gay yet. But they do know about the other three guys besides me who don't mind naked men."

"Got it. Wait...three?" Mason now directed his surprised eyebrows my direction.

Shit. My stupid mouth.

"Wait...you didn't mess around with Ben did you?" Mason looked at me full in the face.

One of the better (and at the same time unfortunate) default traits about me is that my body physically can't pull off a lie. Unless I'm on the phone and nobody can see me, I'm always caught red handed. The words I wanted to use to respond to Mason didn't even begin to form in my brain before I felt myself get red in the face.

"Hot damn you DID mess around with him." Mason looked shocked and amused at the same time.

"Don't be mad." I looked at him for forgiveness.

"What would give me the right to be mad at you?"

"I don't know. I just don't want things to get weird."

"It is WAY too late to worry about that. And weird isn't always a bad thing." Mason put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a couple rough pats. It made me feel better about everything right away.

Garrett and Joel reached the truck right then.

Recovering from my recent confession, I introduced the two new mechanics. "Mason this is Garrett and Joel, our newest mechanics. Guys, this is Mason, our parts runner." They all shook hands. "Mason's cell, along with mine, is on that paper that I gave each of you. We'll be on full time towards the middle of May, but until then we have class schedules to worry about. You can always leave voicemails and we'll try to help out as best as we can."

"Feel free to text me too, I don't mind either way" Mason offered.

Both Garrett and Joel nodded.

"Well I need to get back to town, I have a few other things to pick up before the end of the day." Mason closed the tailgate of his truck. "It was good meeting both of you." With that, he climbed in the driver's seat, fired up his truck and was headed through the gates.

Garrett was the first to say something. "Now THAT was a hot piece of man."

Joel whistled in agreement. "Is he one of the guys that you...well...recently discovered?"

"Yup," I said, almost sheepishly.

"Hot DAMN, you lucky bitch" Garrett said.

"Hey now, what do you think that says about me?" Joel put on a pretend offended face.

"You'll always be my baby, my other half. But you can't blame a guy for letting off a little bit of jealousy." Garrett put his arms around Joel, then kissed him on the lips. I wanted to melt right then. It was such a sweet moment, one that I always thought that only straight people could have. Apparently not.

"He WAS smoking hot," Joel admitted. He turned towards me, and Garrett dropped one of his arms, the other still resting on Joel's back. "We have to invite you two over for dinner one night. Double date. We'll take care of everything." Joel looked excited, and I knew that saying no was going to get me nowhere. He seemed like a very determined guy who was going to get his way.

"I'm always down for good food and good people" I replied.

"Where did you say the trucks were parked?" Garrett asked me.

"In the main garage. I'll take you over there." The two men followed me.

My phone buzzed again, and I looked to see that I got a text from Mason that read "those guys were smokin hot."

I replied "yeah and they invited us over for dinner for a double date."

A text bounced back. "I better wash my good underwear."

I laughed.

"Whats so funny?" Garrett asked.

"Mason. He's a goof."

I replied to Mason's text with "slow down, there, cowboy. we just met them :P."

I didn't hear anything back, which meant that whatever red light that Mason was at had turned green and he had put his phone away.

We reached the main garage and I unlocked the side entry door.

We walked through the empty bays all the way to the back where the trucks were parked. Now when I say "main garage" I don't mean a small little rinky dink place. The roof was about 30 feet high and the building itself was 75 yards long and 25 yards wide. We had to have a place under lock and key during the off season that housed everything except the tractors.

We wound around a couple trucks before reaching the green flatbed that I had told Garrett and Joel about earlier. I kicked a tire and said "here she is. Not much to look at, but she runs like she was new. There's a gas station just about 5 miles from this complex that we have an account with. You can fill up there, just leave your name with Jan." I sat up on the flatbed.

"I never asked what your job is around here" said Joel.

"Oh I was doing irrigation and odd jobs for my uncle, but for the summer I'm the complex's supervisor. There's a manager that will live with Mason and I in the cottage up here to keep a watch on everything. I know I'm younger than you guys, but I hope that doesn't make things too weird."

"Not at all, you know more about this place than we do, we totally understand" said Garrett, Joel nodding in agreement.

"Cool. Well you guys have any questions?" I looked at them both.

Garrett turned to look at Joel, and Joel nodded his head once.

Garrett stepped toward the truck and stopped in between my legs, about a foot away from me. He put his hands on either of my legs and rubbed them up and down softly. "Yeah I have a question."

I was shocked at what was happening, and a little nervous because Joel was just sitting there, watching. I didn't want to create anything awkward or dividing between them. "Uh...wh...what?" I stuttered.

"You ever get your cock sucked by a married man before?" Garrett licked his lips and moved his hands closer and closer to my crotch.

"I...uh...well no, but..." I stammered, still trying to figure out what was going on.

Garrett moved his face in closer to me, reached one of his hands up to my face, and put his index finger against my lips. "Sshhhh. If you haven't, then just stop talking." Garrett moved both of his hands to my chest and rubbed my pecs.

I said nothing, just like Garrett asked me to. His deep green eyes bore right into mine, melting my soul. He was a charmer, that was for sure. Of course him rubbing my chest didn't hurt my opinion of the matter at all. And the fact that he was bulging with all sorts of muscles definitely added to that same opinion.

Garrett moved even closer until our faces were just inches apart. I could feel his warm breath on my lips and I licked them, letting him know it was ok to come in for a kiss, if that's what his plan was. He slowly inched forward, then moved back. I knew that he wanted to make me reach for him. A couple more times of his bait and I finally caught. I wanted that kiss so bad. I lurched forward and he lurched back, and I saw a smile cross his face as he let out a short laugh. Just as I was settling myself back into a 'you're not getting a kiss, they're just teasing you' frame of mind, Garrett planted a big wet one right on my lips.

He was an amazing kisser. His lips were softer than I had ever felt. He ran his tongue over my lips, then took my bottom lip and sucked on it before letting it go with a smack. I opened my eyes and shot a look over to Joel. I knew that he had to be somewhat ok with what was happening, but I still didn't want to make it look like I had left him out. He gave me the 'its ok' nod, then leaned against the truck right next to the one I was currently sitting on.

I focused back on Garrett, who had his gaze back down towards my crotch. His hands were back on my legs and he was rubbing my thighs with more strength than before, closer to a massage. He slid his hands from my thighs onto my waist. Before I knew it he had my shirt in his hands and he was lifting it off of me. I did little to resist, and moved my arms up to help him undress me. Joel stepped up behind Garrett and had his arms around Garrett's chest. With a firm jerk, he opened up what I then discovered was a snap-on shirt. Garrett threw his arms back and Joel removed Garrett's shirt, then leaned back against the truck, continuing to watch.

Fucking HELL Garrett was ripped. I thought that Mason was stacked, but the muscles on this god were too good to be real. He almost had a pair of boobs, his pecs were so huge. I counted at least an 8-pack, probably more. His arms were so thick that both of my hands could barely fit around them, and he had a deep bronze tan all the way from his head to his waist.

He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer to him, so the edge of my ass was barely sitting on the bed of the truck, and kissed me again. We made out for a VERY long time, and I started to feel bad for Joel, having to watch this all happen, probably bored out of his mind. I glanced over at one point and saw that Joel had his cock out and was jacking off. It made sense to me then - there were a few couples I knew that really got a rise out of watching each other mess around with another guy. I assumed that this was the same deal, and was content to keep making out with this muscle-god of a man who was clearly interested in me for whatever reason.

Garrett had been rubbing his hands all over my body during the whole make out session. He finally stopped when he let both hands reach my waist, and his fingers began exploring the region under my pants. He wrapped a finger from each hand around the inside of my jeans and then moved his hands back and forth. He did this a couple times before moving both hands to the middle of my stomach. I didn't even feel him do this, but all of the sudden my pants were unbuttoned and he was pulling my zipper down. I saw Joel get back off of the truck he was leaning on and head over to me. I assumed that he wanted to join. Hell I would, especially if it involved Garrett. But they had a different plan.

Joel bent down and I felt one boot slipping off, then the other. I knew that my pants were going to be coming off next, so I went to help take them off. I was met with a pair of strong arms grabbing each of my shoulders and holding me in place. I released the tension in my muscles from trying to help, and just looked at Garrett. His expression didn't change, but held the same determined (and drop dead sexy) expression that he started with. My socks slipped off next. Garrett put his hands on my sides right under my arms and picked me up. My instincts took over and I grabbed his arms.

They were beautiful to hold on to. I felt his muscles rippling underneath my fingers.

I suddenly felt my pants being pulled down, and saw that Joel had them in his hands. All the while I was just dangling there, held in Garrett's strong arms.

Garrett put me down onto my feet. He put a hand on my shoulder, turned me around and slapped my ass. Not hard, but a firm pat. He pushed me forward and led me to the front of the truck. He picked me up one more time and sat me down on the hood. He rubbed my legs again, this time reaching all the way up and touching the bulge I had growing inside my underwear with his thumbs. He released me and then grabbed my cock with one hand, the other he used to unbutton his own pants, stuffing his hand down to, most likely, fondle off his own cock. I was surprised that his hand even fit inside the tight wranglers that he wore, but where there's a will there's a way.

After a few moments of massaging both our cocks, he moved both hands from their respective places and put them around either side of my underwear. He brought the back of them under my ass, under my legs, and eventually free of me completely.

So there I was - buck ass naked on the hood of a flatbed chevy truck, in front of a chiseled and stacked-beyond-imagination man. Garrett took one of his hands and started pumping away at my cock. It wasn't too long until old faithful started erupting with precum. Garrett kept pumping away. I let myself get lost in the pleasure of it all.

I was usually the one coming up with different and creative ways to be dominant - I chose when to tease and when to go in fast. I was always in control of the situation. This time I was completely helpless, the guy stroking my cock was twice or three times stronger as I was - there would be no fighting him at all. Even though it made me a little uneasy at first, I sat back and just enjoyed what was happening. I closed my eyes and rested my back and head on the hood of the chevy.

All of the sudden I realized a different sensation on my cock. In one stealthy movement Garrett went from stroking my cock to sucking it, all the way down. It felt so good, better than I could have imagined. His soft lips gently caressed my shaft as his head bobbed up and down, his tongue gliding all over the sensitive underside of my dick. He didn't flich at all as he deepthroated me over and over again. He was a master, and I worshipped him.

I felt one of his hands come up under my balls and gently massage them. He passed my nads in between his fingers, pinching my sack in all the right places. He slowly made his way up to my ass hole with his index finger. I didn't even think about protesting, hell I even spread my legs further apart. It had been a long time since I was fucked. Only two men had been in there - my high school track coach and a guy I had grown up with since first grade. It was a gift that I gave sparingly. But now, I didn't take any of that into account. Garrett had me so turned on that he could have done whatever he wanted and I would have gone along with it.

His finger reached my ass hole and started pressing against it. He wanted to test the waters to see if it was something I was interested in. If he would have asked me before we had gone into the garage, I would have said no in a heartbeat. But NOW things were different. His mouth was doing things to my cock that I didn't think were even possible. He had me - hook line and sinker.

I was so caught up in the sensation of everything that I almost didn't pay attention to my own stamina. I felt the familiar swell deep inside my balls and had to think long and hard to control them. No matter what I did, I kept coming back to the amazing feeling of Garretts hot, wet mouth sliding up and down my raging cock. I finally had to let him know that things were getting too steamy, so I put my hand on top of his head and pushed up, breathing in rapidly.

I was met with one of my own signature moves - he grabbed my hand and pinned it against the hood of the truck. I got the message: he was in control, I had no choice. I desperately tried to hang on as long as I could. My balls tensed up, my head threw itself back, my vocal chords rang out on their own. I had no control over my own body. Garrett did.

With two loud moans and then a roar, I unloaded in Garrett's throat. He gulped all of my cum down like a pro - not a single bit escaped through the sides of his mouth. He kept it up even when I started going limp and getting sensitive.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck." I kept repeating over and over again. "Alright, man, I shot, you got everyth...FUCK" Garrett kept sucking. And sucking. And sucking. I collapsed back against the hood and my body started jolting at the residual pangs of my epic orgasm.

And yet Garrett kept sucking.

Breath started coming back to me and my cock's sensitivity started residing.

And Garrett kept sucking.

Garrett moved his hands up to my nipples and started playing with them. This was my favorite thing to do when I jacked off in the shower or in bed before I went to sleep. It always got me going. He pinched them and rolled them between his fingers.

He never let go of my cock. He just kept his mouth right there, his tongue playing with my limp cock.

Garrett grabbed my pecs with both of his hands and squeezed, massaging them, making sure that he tickled my nipples at the same time.

And for the first time in my life - my cock started growing again. Not even two minutes had gone by since I shot my load into Garrett's mouth, blood was rushing back to my dick, ready to go again.

Now I don't know if you have ever been sucked off twice in a row, but every man in the WORLD should be able to experience this.

My cock kept swelling inside Garrett's mouth until it filled his throat again. This man was a sex champion. He didn't even pause. He HAD to have been in a porn movie at least once in his life.

He repeated everything he had done before, except that it still felt like I was experiencing it for the first time. His hand went back to my balls, then back to my ass hole. He took it away for just a few seconds, then I felt it back again, pressing for entry. It was wet. I didn't know with what, but I assumed that he had stuck his hand down his own pants to grab some precum for lube.

He played around with my asshole for a little longer and then finally he pressed harder and I felt his finger break through. I breathed in deep. He took his finger out and put it back in. I felt his other hand playing with my balls.

I was getting sucked, finger fucked, and getting a ball massage at the same time from one drop dead sexy hunk of a man.

I was on top of the world.

Before I knew it I was back at the sexual plateau that signaled my second orgasm was not far behind. This time I didn't want to warn him. I was going to shoot without giving him even the slightest hint. That turned out to be near impossible, because my second orgasm took me by surprise itself. The feeling was so intense that I thought my cock was going to explode with pleasure. I moaned even louder than before, and had no choice but to breath in gasps of air to keep me from passing out from the ecstasy that I was experiencing. Moans turned into yells, yells into screams, and soon Garrett had me mentally begging for release. It was the purest, sweetest, hottest few seconds of my life. With one last scream my body fell against the hood of the truck and nature took over. I say nature took over, because I had completely lost all function, my body had given itself over to Garrett, or rather, Garrett?s mouth.

My hips raised into the air (again, not of my own will) and I started pumping loads of cum into Garrett's throat once again. Over and over I shot, surprised at how much more cum I produced the second time around than the first.

It sounded as close to a man giving birth as one could possibly get, except that all pain was replaced with a feeling so good that I can't even describe it. My body started to thrust forward, reacting to Garrett's mouth still sucking away at my cock. I started to shiver, but not from being cold. Shivering and lurching forward, I felt the last bits of cum leave my cock.

Finally Garrett pulled his mouth off my cock and stepped back from the truck. I wearily opened one eye to see what was going to happen next.

He dropped his pants, stepped out of his shoes, tossed his pants to the side with his foot, and took his cock out of his underwear. Garrett had an enormous dick. It was definitely at least 8 inches, probably closer to 9, and it was as thick as Mason's. Did Garrett do weight training with his cock?

Joel stepped up to him, a handful of lube ready to go. Joel coated Garrett's cock and pumped away at it. My eyes opened wide, and I silently hoped that I wasn't going to get nailed. I would have loved to before I shot my second wad, but I was so exhausted and drained that anything but laying there perfectly still seemed horrific.

To my relief, Joel dropped his pants and backed onto Garrett's cock. Joel definitely was the bottom of that relationship, because there was no gentle approach to it at all. Joel positioned Garrett's cock at his ass hole and thrust his ass back as fast as he could. Garrett took over and started pounding away, skin slapping skin. I saw Garrett's huge balls move back and forth with each of his thrusts.

I was still too drunk with ecstasy to pay attention longer than a few seconds. Recovering from a dual orgasm was something that I never had to do before, and my body told me that it was going to take a bit longer than normal this time to adjust back to normalcy. All I could do was listen to the sounds of raw animalistic sex going on right in front of me.

Louder moans and then finally a couple more vocal yells made me open my eyes again. I opened them just as Garrett reached his climax and started dumping his seed into Joel's ass. Cum leaked out of Joel's asshole, falling to the cement floor.

I had regained most of my function back, and sat up on the hood of the truck on my elbows. I looked down at my cock, beet red from the epic sucking it just experienced. I smiled, knowing that this would be a story for my sexual history book that I would never be forgetting.

Garrett backed out of Joel, his cock slapping against his leg as it flopped out of his husband's cum-filled man-pussy.

Garrett turned towards me and turned a corner of his mouth up in a mischievous little smile. "How you doing there, supervisor?"

"Not sure if I can walk yet, but hot DAMN was that amazing. You two really know what you're doing," I responded.

Joel turned towards me. "We've had plenty of practice."

"You said that there's a locker room in this place somewhere?" Garrett looked around.

"Yeah, back towards the front doors on the side. It even has a few showers." I motioned over to where I was referring.

"Well we all better get cleaned up." Joel grabbed all the clothes that he had taken off of me and Garrett and started heading towards the locker room.

I managed to roll to the side of the hood of the chevy I was laying on and slide off to the ground. Garrett caught me and helped to keep me steady. As we walked through the shop I had to chuckle to myself. ''This would be the first time that I've been in this shop buck naked," I said out loud.

"There's a first time for everything." Garrett was right behind me.

"Sure is."

We got to the showers and Joel had turned them on, our clothes lying in separate piles. Joel was definitely butch, but he was also very organized and seemed to be the one who "took care" of Garrett.

After cleaning ourselves off, we all dressed and headed back to the trucks, this time to actually get their work truck out of the garage. I opened the bay door behind the truck and Garrett backed it out. After signaling for Joel to join him and signaling to Garrett to pull it around to the front, I closed the bay door and walked back and opened the main rolling doors up so they could get started with the tractors.

Garrett parked the truck and he and Joel got out and walked toward me.

"Alright gents if you have no more questions..." I paused and smiled "...work related ones - I'll head on out. It's saturday, so feel free to call if you need anything, and give Mason a ring if you need any parts. Mondays and Wednesdays I have class for the next week, but all the other days I'll be available."

"Alright, hot stuff, I think we're good here." Joel turned back to the truck.

"We'll see you around. Sir." Garrett winked at me, then called out to Joel, throwing him the keys. "Bring her 'round to the tool shed and let's get ourselves all fixed up." Garrett turned back to me. "Have a good weekend!"

"Thanks, you guys too!" I gave a quick nod of my head and then went back to my truck.

I fired it up and left the complex. I stopped right before the highway and put my truck in park. My brain was still swirling with what had just happened up there, and I couldn't help but crack out in a huge smile. The way I left the complex, casually saying goodbye to Garrett and Joel, made it seem like nothing had happened at all.

If this was any indication of how a future dinner was going to go with them, Mason, and I, then I guess I had better tell Mason to actually make sure that he wash his good underwear.

Still smiling wide, I put my truck in drive and pulled out onto the highway. I turned on my radio and blasted the country station, putting my truck's gas pedal to the floor.

This was going to be one fucking awesome summer.