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It was 1991. It was a different time.

I had just graduated high school. I lived in a small rural town that was just big enough to finally get its own high school. My class was one of the very first to spend all four years at the new school.

Being gay was hugely different then. You didn't just come out and tell everyone then. Guys still got beat up for even being suspected as a fag. I went all through high school hiding it, just like every other gay guy did. I suspected there might be at least one other gay kid in my school, but probably not in my class.

So there I was, eighteen, total virgin, total closet case homo. Some of my friends had moved on to college, some had been smart enough for that, some had been able to get a decent job at one of the factories in a nearby town that was big enough to have a couple. Some went to work at co-op or such. My friend James and I were pretty much stuck at KFC. By now I was of legal age and could be made an actual assistant manager, so I was. James could have, but he was getting more into pot and beer and partying, so he was still hourly. We were still good friends, just growing apart and different. He had a girlfriend, too. Nice girl, and they were talking marriage and kids. She had a better job than we did.

Anyway, it was summer now, and some of the high school kids were looking for jobs. This year I was trusted to go through the applications and cut them up in to "Likely" or "Maybe" or "Not" based on what I knew of the applicant from school and around town and such. Then the first assistant did the interviews of the "Likely" ones, and then maybe some of the "Maybe" ones if she still wanted to hire some more. We had lost four employees to either college or better jobs over the last month, and two kids to vacations with family, so we needed four full-time and two temps. I'd picked the ones I knew who had decent grades and reputations for the "Likely" and they were interviewed first. Cathy asked me to help with the interviews, and to learn how to do them, so maybe I would take that over in the coming year or so. We went through the interviews, and after we agreed on who looked the best. She hired them, and I was in charge of their training and orientation.

There were these two guys that really caught my attention - Brent and Randy. They were both sixteen, and this would be their first jobs. They were both clean-cut guys with reputations as decent dudes. They had been sophomores last year when I was a senior, so I sort of knew them. To be honest, I'd paid a lot of attention to them both last year.

Brent was slightly beefy, slightly stocky, a bit solid. Not fat at all, just real dense. Blond hair, blue eyes, smooth round face, square jaw, thick trunk and legs, all around a really built dude. If he would get into weight lifting he could probably become a wrestling stud.

Randy was slightly tall, slightly lean, a bit lanky. Not skinny at all, just real fit. Sandy-blond hair with honey and hay streaks, deep brown eyes, long oval face, slightly pointed jaw, trim body and narrow legs, all around a really lean guy. He could have been the swimmer type.

They were both pretty hot, so I'd noticed them. I'd wished I'd had them in gym, but I didn't. I had the year before, when they were freshmen, but I hadn't noticed them yet. Well, I had, but they hadn't been very interesting then. I sort of remembered that Brent was shortish and thick down there, with just a few hairs toward the end of the year, and Randy had been sort of long with only a hint of fuzz at year's end. There hadn't been a lot to notice two years ago.

They were best buds. When you saw one, you usually saw the other too. They had even come in to fill out applications together, and when we interviewed them, they'd each asked to work together, saying they lived almost next door to each other out in the country, and since Randy didn't have a car yet he could ride with Brent.

Cathy wasn't going to hire them, because having to schedule two persons together all the time seemed like a hassle. I sort of had to agree, but I wanted them, so I said we could use them together on day shift as openers for the summer. I was going to be learning opening more now since I was out of school, and Cathy was looking forward to not being the weekend opener every single weekend. So, when we interviewed them, she asked each of them if they would be willing to work opening hours with me through most of the summer. I gave them each my best and most subtle nod and grin, and they both caught it and nodded.

So, now I had Brent and Randy on my opening shifts all week. Boy, had they grown. The uniform was a shirt we provided, but they had to wear their own white t-shirt under it, and they had to provide their own black slacks. Damn, did Brent and Randy have some tight slacks! They both needed to buy new ones, but I wasn't complaining! First, I mean, Brent walked in that first morning with a package that stuck out so much I almost asked him if he stuffed his pants with old socks or something. I mean, come on! Those slacks were so tight I could almost see the head of his dick! His legs were so tightly wrapped that I saw the hem of his boxers and his leg muscles moving as he walked! Wow! And Randy wasn't any different, really. His slacks hugged his legs tight too, and proved he wasn't wearing boxers, just briefs.

I was sort of breathing hard as I gave them their shirts and told them try them on. As they reached up and slid the shirts on, I got such nice glimpses of their firm tummies. Their t-shirts didn't untuck, it was just that I could see their abdomens better as they reached upward and slid the shirts on. And, of course, their packages were stretched a bit tighter... oh, gosh.

So, I spent the morning showing them how to get things started for the day. We'd given the usual older ladies the week off while I trained the new guys on the stuff they usually did. It was a hot week of early mornings!

They weren't dumb, so they caught on quick, and by the end of that first week they were doing everything on their own. We were becoming pretty friendly, too. We'd seen each other around school enough that we weren't exactly strangers. So by the end of that first week we were talking about this and that and having a pretty good time.

The second week was the same, showing them how to prep and cook instead of set-up and clean.

The third week they were on their own, and the older ladies were coming back one at a time and getting used to having a couple new kids helping them out every morning.

By the end of their first month, they didn't need to be directed, and just did what needed done, and kept up, and were doing really well.

I was having the time of my life. I had some of the hottest eye candy around every day. Watching them bend and stoop and reach and having to squeeze past them in the narrow parts of the kitchen and drive-through... oh, yeah.

It was sort of a game to see how much I could slide along them between the counter and the racks where it was narrow, and how many times I could arrange to bump into one or the other of them in the narrow space in the drive-through area, or how often I could rub butts as I squeezed past them as they worked the fryers or breading tables.

Damn, it was hot! I mean, these guys were tight and fit, and wearing tight slacks, and my ass could feel each cheek as I slid past ass-to-ass. When I dared, I could feel those tight, firm cheeks with my bulge when I slid past front-to-ass. I could feel their bulge as they slid past me sometimes. I was kept hard and horny most days!

Then it was time to trust them enough to train them on register. Holy shit! I mean... wow. So, it was easier to train on drive-through, because we had time to talk and show without the customer being right there in our faces. So I took them, one at a time, and had them take orders and enter them into the register at the drive-through. Of course, I was standing right behind them, watching over their shoulder. Our drive-in was added later on, so it was a sort of a crooked add-on area beside and behind the fryers. You couldn't see in there unless you were coming out of the coolers or around from the front, or outside at the drive-through window. So, since I was training, I was doing the order running, so no one else was coming into that little cubicle. So I could snuggle up right close to the trainee's ass and watch over his shoulder. There wasn't any room to either side, so I had to do it this way. Or I could do it the usual way, and stand back a bit and out of the way, but this was much nicer! And neither of them seemed to mind. Neither of them  pushed me back any when I leaned up and against his back and backside as he took orders. I had to be careful though, because I had a boner that was in danger of exposing its presence. I had to keep tucking it down when I had the chance.

So, one at a time, I had Brent and Randy alone in the drive-through cubicle, and was pressed right up against his back and backside, watching him take orders, correcting mistakes, and showing him where keys were for items he hadn't learned yet by reaching around him. It was awesome! Best two days ever! I wished they were slower on the uptake so I could justify three days of training, but that would have been pushing it. Doing two days was sort of pushing it.

Now Brent and Ryan were fully trained and on their own. Awww. But they were good workers and made my work day easier and better in many ways. I had many chances all morning to rub butts and packages, and got good long eyesful of their bods and smiles. They were great guys, and hot to look at. They got along great with the other workers, and the old morning ladies too.

So, maybe two months later, as school was getting closer, I was talking with Randy at the drive-through, and he asked if I was interested in coming to his place on Saturday and hanging out with him and Brent all day. The three of us all had it off, which was pretty unusual. I often worked seven days a week - being salaried sucks.

"We're gonna ride our buggies and do some swimming and have a cookout."

"Who all will be there?"

"Just me and Brent. My folks'll be gone all day."

"No one else?"

"Nah. Not like we have tons of friends out there."

I sort of knew him and Brent well enough to know they didn't have many friends at school either. They weren't exactly hermits, but they weren't exactly popular either. Most country boys were mostly independent and solitary, it was the townies that were more cliquey and group oriented.

I don't have to tell you that the idea of spending the day with Brent and Randy was appealing.

"Bring swimming trunks or just wear them. But be sure to bring jeans, too. The exhaust pipe on the buggy is right next to your legs and you want some jeans to keep from burning your calves."

"Should I bring anything?"

"Nah. We already got the meat and stuff. Maybe whatever you like to drink. We'll have root beer and Coke."

"Okay. Sounds good."

Boy, did it!

So on Saturday I headed out to Randy's place outside of town. Not far, but sure outside. It was an older farmhouse - someone had sold the land and barn to a farming corporation but the land right around the house stayed with the house. There was a really big above-ground pool in back and a couple little sheds beside the house, and across the road was a big open field with a dirt track on it with woods on both sides.

It was an idyllic setting. I mean, a big pool and a couple sheds, and a big old farmhouse, and woods and a track across the road. There was even a treehouse! It looked pretty old and disused though. I asked, and Randy said they'd built it with his dad when they were kids, but now it wasn't used anymore.

As we walked toward the sheds, Brent asked something pretty weird.

"You won't, like, fire us, for anything we do outside work, right?" he asked.

"What d'you mean?" I asked.

I thought for sure he was going to tell me they smoked pot or drank beer or something.

"If we do something outside work, something that, I don't know, makes you mad, or something, you won't fire us, right?"

"No, I can't. You have to do something at work, not in your real life. Why?"

"If we beat you racing the four-wheelers, or, I don't know, do something kind of... racy, in the pool, or something."

"Look, you guys could, like, try to rape me and I couldn't legally fire you at work. I couldn't even bring up sexual assault charges at work, only outside work. So we'd have to work together, or quit, or work different hours, but I couldn't even write you up at work unless you did something against the rules at work."

The look they gave each other should have clued me in. I was totally ignorant, though. I was a country bumpkin, what can I say.

"We never worked anywhere before, and never had anyone who was our boss over, so we just don't want to piss you off and get fired or anything."

"You can piss me off all you want, I can't fire you. I can make your work hours hell, and you could file a complaint because I was, but there isn't anything I can do about how you act outside work. Why? You guys planning on roughing me up or something?" I laughed.

"No," they both laughed. "We just wanted to know if things sort of got weird, or we couldn't be friends outside work, or something, that it wouldn't mean we'd lose our jobs or something."

"Nope. If I leave here mad as hell at you guys, we'd have to work together tomorrow. I mean, Monday. You guys have tomorrow off too."

"Okay, cool. I mean, I hope when you leave you had a good time and want to come do it again sometime," Brent said.

Randy added, "Yeah, I think the three of us could have a really good time!"

So, first, we got the four-wheelers out. They had several there, and one was big enough for me to fit into. Randy's dad's. It had a front-mounted engine, right between the two front wheels. The seat was right between the two rear wheels. It was all hand-made, welded out of heavy pipe. The other three machines were about the same size, but they had smaller seats and spaces between it and the pedals, just slightly, and had rear-mounted engines about the same size.

So we headed out and spent hours on those dirt hills and turns. They were both so good that I was lapped multiple times. It was their home track, after all. And they were dead right about wearing jeans. The exhaust pipe on the one I was riding went right down the center just inches below my legs. If I'd had bare legs they would have blistered!

When we were tired and worn out, and so dusty it was inside our clothes, we parked the buggies by the shed to hose them off before we were going to hit the pool to cool off.

Now, here is the first point in my story you're going to doubt.

As Randy got the hose off the wall, and pumped the well handle, Brent pulled his shirt off, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his jeans. He had blue boxers on - thin linen type. Randy hit him with the hose, soaking him thoroughly. Instantly, I could see through those boxers. Well, mostly. Point is, I could tell Brent was heavy and thick down there, and there was no doubt of it. I felt my dick stirring. Then Brent, soaking wet, took the hose from Randy, and Randy stripped down to his briefs. Red cotton, which soaked through instantly too. There was no doubt that Randy was long and lean down there, and not far from being hard at all.

Then they looked at me, expectantly. Well, what choice did I have? I did my best to deflate my mostly hard dick, and stripped. I hadn't planned on stripping in front of anyone, so I was wearing white Hanes briefs. They were soaked through in a matter of seconds. The cold water on my hot, sweaty, dusty body felt amazing, and I couldn't stop the rising tide in my briefs. I held both hands together over it, no choice. That or just stand there with a total boner in my wet, thin, white briefs.

I'm sure Brent sprayed me more and longer than he had Randy.

But then the water was gone and I was left nearly naked with a total boner in front of Brent and Randy, who were both nearly naked and soaking wet as well. They were both boned and not trying to hide it one bit. They ran for the pool.

I was so glad to hide in the water!

Here is the second place you're going to doubt my story. And where only members are going to be able to read.