As I climb up into the air conditioned cab of the 950K, Joey pushes a palm against my behind and assists me. One of his fingers touches my denim-covered asshole in the process, which totally throws me into a spin, longing for his body to connect with mine, making me horny. I don’t know if his finger-action is on purpose or not; I just know I like it, and I become greedy for more of his hands on my body.
He takes the seat inside the cab and starts the front loader’s engine. There’s just enough space to squeeze into the corner behind him. I listen to the machine’s engine roar to life, watch Joey work the numerous controls (buttons, levers, switches), and hang onto his strong shoulder for balance.
His smell overwhelms me: sweat under his arms and on his chest. His aroma makes me dizzy, and
