High Fliers

A surprised expression covered the stranger's face. "Wow, are you in luck, " the brown eyed man said. "I'm heading for the same place. One of my friend's called me and said they were hiring extras to assemble the equipment and do odd jobs. What a coincidence we should run into each other like this." He shook his head with disbelief. Matt couldn't believe his luck. "Do you think I can ride with you?""I don't see why not.
Climb aboard. By the way, I'm Jason Wheeler and you're..." He pushed his hand toward Matt to shake. Matt suddenly felt tongue-tied, but managed to push the words past his dry lips. "Matt Ramsey, and thanks for the ride." Matt shook his hand before heaving his duffel bag into the back of the truck and climbing in alongside Jason. "This is really a stroke of luck finding someone going the same way and to the same place.""Maybe we were destined to meet." Jason smiled again at him his eyes narrowing slightly as if he found him pleasing to the eye.
As he shifted gears and sent the truck back onto the narrow road he didn't try carrying on a conversation. For the next few seconds, Jason's attention was taken up with driving around a few potholes. This gave Matt the extra time to study his companion. Jason had wide shoulders narrowing down to proportioned thighs and what looked like muscular legs beneath his tight jeans. The portion of his bare arms showing also made Matt realize the man was muscled out from head to toe.
This guy was a real hunk making Matt feel an unexpected excitement heat up his body. He silently wondered which way the wind blew for Jason. Matt only hoped he had interpreted Jason's favorable looks when he climbed aboard the cab of the truck.