The Linemen

 guy Ferguson was one fine piece of work for a man. Not really what you would call "hunky" or outwardly muscular, just a really nice bit of work for a man. I noticed him right off at the union hall were I came on an "travelers card" as a Journeyman Lineman. We were to work on power lines to and from the substations that dotted the land in a south-west part of Montana. It was in the "line-truck", huddled together as it was a bit cold in the morning hours, we were going to the job-site that I had my first good view of him. He had light brown hair kept under his baseball cap. A good but usual well and healthy looking well proportioned body under the Carheart jacket to keep his body warm. Sitting in that dim light in the rear of the truck, I ‘undressed him with my eyes'.

At lunch on that first day, he came over and sat next to me sitting on a toolbox. He pulled another box just across from me, sat and opened his lunch box. "Saw you at the hall yesterday" He began. "Saint Louis, Missouri eh?" I could not answer as I had my mouth full and just nodded in reply. Finely managed a "Yep!" and took a drink of a lukewarm Coke. "Local One - apprenticed under my father."
"Man!" Guy said. "That was tough, I bet." smiling as he took a bite of his sandwich. "I know that it would be on me." I could see now what a fine sunbathed body he had as he removed his shirt to cool off for a bit before lunch was over. Or was he doing that just for me?. There was "something" in his glance that signaled me about something - but I did not really catch on. Not at all the chest hair I had, but a nice little "pleasure trail" running over and around his belly-button, then down into and below his belt-line.

Now in the warm of the early afternoon, the sun glistened off his light brown arms damp with sweat as the light broke into "diamonds" before my eyes. I could not help myself staring at him and his fine put-together array of manly positioned features. Then, after lunch, to my delight, we were paired off together on the same pole to run wires to the secondary side of the transformer. We talked of places we had been and just general things as we worked. When we took a "piss-break" - I notice that Guy really did not have to "go" that urgently, but came over beside me and glanced over at me. "Hmmmm!" I thought - do you suppose that he is..... NAW! Just will-full thinking on my part.

After work and back at the motel, I was in my trunk getting my portable radio out to put on the table in my room when I heard the crunch of gravel beside me. I got a whiff of his aftershave, and knew who it was. Turning, there Guy was holding out a beer for me. "Here, wanna suds?"
"Sure". I said, taking the beer and I felt his fingers almost entwined in mine, then lifted it in a toast to him as he brought his can beside mine - CLINK! "Here's to us". I said. "Gottcha - man!" Guy replied, with a little wink. I could not help but notice that he was now in shorts, almost "short-shorts" and - like - WOW! What a nice set of legs. But most lineman have nice looking legs. His were really extra fine, and just the right amount of hair on there too. It almost looked "gromed".
"Wanna come in my room?" I offered. "All the other guys went into the larger town about fifty miles away and it looks like it is just you and I." And to me that was just fine and dandy.
"Sure." Guy Said. We entered and sat, me on the bed and Guy in the chair by a table. "Hey!" Guy said, sounding surprised as he walked in to my room. "You got the best room in the joint. I do not have a stove and a ice-box.. And you have two queen-size beds. What did you give the owner of the motel? A blow job?"
"Well! - No! Not that. This was the only one left and I just happen to get it. And besides, I think that the owner is straight." I said smiling.
"Oh! Really! You can tell the difference that a man is gay or straight, just by looking?" He said moving closer to the edge of the chair.
"Nope! Not really. Just a feeling I get from time to time. Most of the time this is wrong, but I get surprised sometimes." I just looked into his green eyes and thought to myself... ‘Hmmmm! It would be really nice if you were a gay man too...'
"I gotta get to a store here and get some beer." I said. Guy said there was a bar just a block away we could get some most likely.

It was not too much of a town really, one bar, one convenience store, one gas station, and a few old buildings that needed a paint job and some people in them. We walked into the barroom and sat down on the stools at the bar. I took note of what a fine butt Guy had as he sundered his way to the bar. There was a bartender at the other end and came to take our orders. After I just sat looking into the mirror at Guy. He looked into the mirror and smiled back at me, as I lowered my eyes to my beer; I did not wish to give him any "ideas" that I was a gay man. He turned on his bar-stool and his knee touched my thigh, lightly. This sent a shiver through me, and I must have reacted with a jump of surprise. "Oops! Sorry." He said being truly apologetic. "That is ok, I do not mind at all really- you can bump into me any damn time." I said, and truly meaning that. "Good." He said. "I would hate to get a friendship off on the wrong foot here."

There was just one other man at the far end of the bar and the bartender were talking. Guy again look out the front of the window. "This does not seem to be a really whooping town does it?" Taking a drink of his beer. "Nope." I told him. "Looks like we shall have to be our own entertainment while we are here." I said turning to look into his green eyes. I had not noticed them before, as I did now that we were up close, and saw just how beautiful they were.
"What?" Guy said.
"Oh nothing." Not wanting to show I really had any interest at all. "I just noticed that you have green eyes." I confessed, not wishing to give away all too much that green eyes make me stare and I can not take my gaze from them. "Yep! That is my mothers' side. My dad, his are blue - about like yours." He moved a little closer and just happen to bump my thigh again and smiled a really nice smile.

Guy and I bought two twelve packs a piece and went back to the motel room. I had some thick stakes and invited Guy to share one with me. I always carried a small charcoal grill with me when I traveled to cook on as most of the motels did not have kitchens. To my surprise when taking this motel, I had a small refrigerator and a three burner gas stove. But I prefer a charcoal broiled. Guy came to my room with another beer opened and gave it to me. I looked at him and quipped. "Gee-wiz. Any more of that and I will get really horny." He just shrugged his shoulders. "Hey! if it happens - it happens." Guy smiled and took another drink of his beer. "You can't really tell if a guy is gay can you? I mean, by just a one sentence or two can you?" Guy said.
"Well", I began. Like I said, I do get a few surprises now and then."
And then to myself I thought - ‘come on Guy - be gay for me PLEASE!!'

"Well." Guy said looking at the floor for a little, and back into my eyes. "What would you say if I told you that I was a gay man?"
I think at that point I dropped my mouth open at that point and my eye brows went up. I do that without knowing it when I get hit by a surprise.

"I would tell you that I would feel like a most happy man." I moved my head a little closer to his and saw that his eyes began to close, as he too moved closer to me. Our lips barely touched, and I felt his mouth open a little as mine did, and found his tongue enter my opening mouth to take him in. We parted and sat the beers down on the table near the bed. "Hmmmmm! How about that - !!! Two gay linemen, on the same job in a motel room together... Hmmmm!" Was all that I said.