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 fewer 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