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Mac Had A Switch

by Billy Jay

Men At Work

Even the nastiest blue collar jobs have this in common with the executive positions of any kind, they all involve a great deal of time just standing around. There are exceptions to this, like the pot washer and the miner. But from what I've seen, even when you're geared to do a job there are just times when you can't do a thing because you have to think it through or because you're forced to wait until someone gets something to you, gets out of the way, etc. I'm a yardman for a local landscaping outfit and today was one of those days when I had to wait, but my waiting got me into something I wasn't looking for--not at work, anyway. Falon had me supervise a pretty straightforward job of getting twenty Bradford Pears planted on the grounds of Shady Grove Hospital in Sea Girt, N.J. It was a lousy decision to plant these trees, which are not good for a windy place like the Jersey Shore. Some of these trees will go over for sure. A good blow and down they go. But as they say among us peons, "That is not for me to say." So I got my crew of five guys digging. There were two really young guys working for me, both just for the summer college guys. I liked them both in ways they didn't know about, but if I had my choice as to which of them I'd like to fuck, it'd be Mac. Mac was the kind of guy I'd like to take up with in a real relationship, not just sex. Mac's style of digging a hole told me a lot about him--well, I mean beyond the fact that he had a 160 pound body that screamed fuck my ass. Beyond cute college boy stuff, I mean, his little fringe beard along his jaw framing a smile in his mouth and eyes which got capped with hair that was towards the blonde side and buzz-cut wild. He'd grab that spade like a madman and his whole body was put in the service of letting that dirt fly. If he weren't doing such a good job for me, I would have told him to slow down and given him some pointers about how to save yourself for the end of the day. The hold up was that the truck with the trees broke down and though we'd have them two hours late, all we could do was dig the holes. I reported this to the crew and told them all to take a break--they had permission to use the hospital cafeteria, etc. On a whim I asked Mac to hang back, that I needed to talk to him about something. Since I was about six years older than he was and I was his crew chief, I had some stuff on my side that he didn't have. So when I put my hand on his shoulder to draw him aside for our chat I let that hand tell him how much I liked him. This may not be moral, but my cock was aching for his ass in a way I couldn't control. It was all I could do to keep my pecker in my pants. I suggested we sit in a little sitting area nearby that was built up with older plantings. It was one of those places that look good, but which people just never use. Mac no sooner sits down next to me on the bench than he places his hand on my leg and looks into my eyes saying the unbelievable: “I like you a lot and if you don't come over to my place tonight I'll be really disappointed--no, I'll be so horny; I won't know what to do with myself." "Give me your address and tell me when you want me to come." "I want you to cum now, but somehow I don't think cum on your pants is a leadership type thing for most people." He just laughed all friendly-like and squeezed my leg a little higher, closer to my cock, which had sprung a complete woody. Looking about real quick to see if anyone was around, he nailed that hard-on with his hand giving it a provocative squeeze. "Come right from work with your work clothes on. It'll give me an excuse to offer you a shower. I want to work next to you the rest of the day, that way I can keep the guys from seeing your boner. Just kidding. Oh, pick up a six-pack--I'll provide all that comes after that." He was right. I stayed hard all afternoon and I was more than happy to keep him near. To see his fluid body, sweating shirtless in the Jersey sun was awesome. The bulge in his jeans matched mine and when I had to step away from him a dozen feet, he'd sometimes just grab his sex, look at me and then for a second he'd glance into the blazing sun. What a worker, what cum he gave up! It was going to be a hard summer....

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Farmboy Foolin', Part 2

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Farmboy Foolin', Part 3

Jim O'Brian stood behind his wife on their farmhouse porch with his arms wrapped warmly around her, rocking the two of them gently side to side. After 30 years of almost non-stop labor they saw in their family and abroad their hundreds of acres of well-tended farmland something that filled them with deep joy. The pleasure of this particular morning's snuggle on the porch was knocked

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Les was certain as any virgin boy could be that he could tease and seduce Ned just by fitting himself into a perfect pair of cock-and-ass jeans. Seeing himself in them got him to feeling like a rooster and he let out one hell of a Rebel Yell to let the world know he was ready to let ride, oh yeah, Sally, oh yeah, RIDE! But it was that yell that jumped out of him that brought Ned

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