6 Chapter 6

His smell overwhelms me: sweat under his arms and on his chest. His aroma makes me dizzy, and my cock bounces in the borrowed denim.

He lifts boulders with the 950K, carries them to a dump truck, loads them in one by one, and repeats for the next hour, two hours, three, until the task is finished.

Once, he asks me if I’d like to try driving the machine—off in a corner of the site, of course. I cordially decline, saying, “When you learn how to work a spreadsheet, I’ll operate this machine.”

“Got it,” he says, and chuckles like a little boy.

One of the tires rolls over something and I fall forward. I reach out to steady myself, miss, and my palms slide down over Joey’s chest. I feel his firm nipples and rounded pecs. I feel his tight abs and navel. Helplessly, my right cheek brushes his left one and my lips drag along the cords of his muscular neck.