Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2014 16:32:43 -0800
From: norcalcowboy89@gmail.com
Subject: Farm Friends with Benefits #5

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.


All that being said, I hope that you enjoy the story. Any feedback is
appreciated, although derogatory comments will be ignored because screw
you. Please send feedback to norcalcowboy89@gmail.com


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Author's Note: I hope that everyone had a great holiday season with too
much drinking and just enough ba-donk-a-donk. I?ve been a little late on
getting this next chapter out, but that?s what happens when you eat too
much and have to spend extra hours at the gym between holiday parties.


The story continues, and while it?s freezing where many of you are, at
Wayside the summer is just starting to heat up.


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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.