My boy wasn't sure he wanted to play, with mild resistance I carried him to the mud and dropped him on his ass, he changed his mind!
I'd love to play in this Mud with them ! 😈😛
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My boy wasn't sure he wanted to play, with mild resistance I carried him to the mud and dropped him on his ass, he changed his mind!
I'd love to play in this Mud with them ! 😈😛
Getting dirty is getting it right....
I'd love this job ! 😈😛
Greg leans back against the unfinished concrete, the midday heat pressing into his skin and into the glossy orange rubber that clings to him like it was made to reveal every quiet thought he cannot hide. It shines too much, reflects too much, feels too alive. Every movement pulls light across his chest, across his thighs, turning even a simple breath into something that draws attention.
He glances sideways, voice lower now, almost embarrassed as he admits it. How everyone seems constantly charged, constantly watching, constantly reacting. How the rubber makes everything feel louder inside his own body. There is something restless in him, something new he cannot quite control yet.
Beside him, the older man listens with a calm that feels unshakable. The same orange gloss wraps around him, tighter in some places, stretched with experience, catching the sun in deeper, slower reflections. When he turns, there is a quiet authority in his gaze, the kind that does not question the rules but understands them fully.
A hand settles on Greg’s shoulder, firm, grounding. He explains it simply. This is how the world works now. The rubber does not create the feeling, it reveals it. Teaches you to carry it with control, with confidence. Not to fight it, but to shape it.
Greg exhales, tension easing from his posture. His fingers brush the smooth surface at his waist, feeling the pull, the shine, the strange comfort of it. Maybe it is not something to resist. Maybe it is something to grow into.
The older man smirks, nudging him lightly. Plenty of time to explore that energy out in the city. But only after learning how to hold it steady right here. Greg laughs, softer now, more certain, leaning in closer without even thinking.
And somewhere in this frame, an extra arm decided to join the shift early. Must be management keeping an eye on productivity.
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