Rick's big, hard cock kept getting in the way as he dressed to go to work.

If he wasn't already running late he would have whacked one out.

It had only been three weeks since he started working on the mine and already he was starting to go out of his mind with horniness. All the women on the mine were spoken for and if he so much as started talking to one of them in the club the husband would move in and wrap a possessive arm around his wife.

He needed to do something, and soon; but what the hell was he to do.

It was three hours back to the city and he hadn't been paid yet and didn't have enough money for gas. The nearest town was an hour away and it was a dead loss; there were less people living there than on the mine. The money had tempted him out of the city and into the boondocks, but he was beginning to regret that decision.

When he had come up from underground at the end of his shift and had his shower as usual that day he had found himself checking out some of the smooth, pale man butts on display. He quickly dried himself off and fled the shower room. There was no place for any misunderstanding in a macho man working environment such as the one he was in. Although he was crazy about pussy Rick was no stranger to the vice like grip and intense warmth and pleasure of a man's ass, but he figured none of these yokels need know his secret.

Rick had been asked to go up to the admin offices to fill in some form or other. When he got there he took one look at the guy he had to deal with and the secret side of him kicked into life. His radar was on full alert. The mine they worked for might be a macho man environment, but

Rick knew that the very pleasant guy who handed him the form and told him where to sign was of a world apart. Rick could see the hunger in his eyes as he mentally undressed him. Rick knew that he was considered handsome with his straight nose, shapely lips and deep blue eyes and blonde hair. He knew too that the faded jeans he wore were a little snug, outlining his rock hard ass.

When he was younger Rick and his then girlfriend had hung out in gay clubs because they liked the music and atmosphere. What she didn't know was that once or twice a week Rick would sneak back on his own and let the guys in the backroom blow him or impale themselves on his fleshy cock. He'd had a voracious sexual appetite back then which fortunately had calmed down somewhat. It had been about a year and a half since he had last had sex with a guy, but right now he was looking at a pretty, dark eyed dude of about twenty two who could be just what he needed.

'I haven't seen you at the club before.' Rick said.

'I'm not really keen on going to the club.' the sexy guy replied.

'What's your name?' Rick asked.

'Brandon.' He replied. He looked a little started, as if amazed that anyone could take any sort of interest in him.

'You know what, Brandon?' Rick said 'I've got a nice bottle of wine that my boss gave me when I left my old job. Why don't you come round to my house tonight and help me drink it.'

'Are you serious?' Brandon asked. He could not believe that this seriously sexy guy was inviting him round for a drink. None of the other guys would have the balls to be alone in his company.

'Absolutely; I might even fix you a meal.' Rick said before flashing him a smile that displayed his dazzling white teeth.

Rick could tell that Brandon was putty in his hands. A look of sheer lust oozed out of the younger dude's dark, sexy eyes. Brandon's pretty red lips were just meant for giving blowjobs, Rick decided, and he was determined to get one off him. He hurried home and started fixing a meal but could hardly concentrate because he was so horny.

At twenty six his dick still would sometimes rise of its own accord and it kept stretching across his left thigh as he thought about sexy Brandon and his cute little bubble butt all trussed up in his tight working pants. He could almost feel the heat of Brandon's ass, just thinking about it. A little spit would let his finger glide up into the fiery depths.

Rick could feel the ooze of excitement escape out of his slit. He reached down and smeared his precum around his fat, flared mushroom cap.

Damn, did it feel good! If he didn't have Brandon coming round soon he would have whipped it out and pumped out a massive load of thick cream. He forced himself to get the meal ready. Then he went and had a shave and a shower. After he had dried himself off, on impulse he reached for his wanking lube and eased a dollop up his tight bung hole.

He had never been penetrated before but he was so damn horny he didn't know what might happen.

His lubed up ass felt really good as he walked to the door to let

Brandon in. Rick was wearing a pair of old shorts that nicely showed off his shapely legs that were covered in thick blondish brown fur.

He noticed Brandon's eyes widen as they took in his bare feet, hairy legs and big balled bulge in the fraying shorts. Brandon was dressed in a pair of loosed fitting trousers that hid his beautiful bubble butt; he had done his hair differently and was wearing a scent that

Rick found attractive and he almost threw a wide-on right there on the door step.

'Come in, come in.' he told his guest.

Brandon seemed a little ill at ease and Rick figured it couldn't be easy being a gay guy working in a place like this. He wanted to put him at ease and gave him a little pat on the ass. Brandon could not believe that. Thing were just getting better and better. After accepting Rick's invitation he had started fretting: Rick was new, he was just being friendly, Brandon told himself. When he found out that Brandon was gay he would be as horrible as the rest of the guys. But that was before Rick had patted him on the ass.

He didn't know any straight guys around here that did that.

They sat and chatted for a while, trying to suss each other out.

Then Rick said it was time to eat. He got the food and the wine and Brandon was impressed.