The Handyman

After finding out I was being transferred to Rockdale, I drove over to find a place to live. I had checked out several apartment complexes and condos, but hadn’t found one that would fit my needs, which included a home office.  

I was about to give up my search, when I stopped in at a small café for lunch.  While talking with the waitress I mentioned my needs and she smiled and asked, “Have you tried the Summerfield Apartments over on Maple Drive?”

I said I hadn’t and asked if they were decent.  She explained that they were extremely well maintained and modern, as well as spacious.  She gave me the address and  after thanking her, I headed over to check them out.  

I found the apartments and went into the leasing office.  After explaining what I needed, Jim, the manager, said he had exactly what I was looking for. He said that it was a two bedroom, two bath with large open kitchen, dining, living room combination.  Parking was immediately behind the kitchen door with a large patio on the front near the pool.

As we rode the cart to see the apartment,, I noticed a hot muscular stud wearing a tool belt and wearing snug jeans and an old style undershirt.  As we passed by him, Jim waved and said, “Afternoon, Clay.”

“Hey, Jim,” came the response as he quickly looked me over.

After passing the man, Jim said, “That’s Clay Whittaker, our maintenance man.  He keeps all forty eight units in top shape all by himself most of the time.”

Immediately, I decided to get to know him better if possible. He stood about six-two and weighed close to one hundred and ninety pounds.  His hair was medium brown and he had a neatly trimmed short beard and moustache.

I looked over the apartment and immediately told Jim that I would take it.  After signing the papers and paying the deposit, I headed back home to arrange for the move, and it couldn’t come soon enough.  If things went as planned, I would have two weeks to get settled and possibly get to know Clay better.

Things went smoothly and I moved into my new apartment four days sooner that planned.  After spending one day driving around town and getting to know where things were, I returned to the apartment, and as I continued to put things away, I noticed a stack of DVD movies that seemed to be stacked not as straight as they had been before.  I figured that I must have slightly bumped them.

The dining room area had a tall cathedral ceiling, and, I noticed one of the lights was out in the overhead light.  I called the office and put in a repair request, since I had no way of getting up that high.

The next morning, Clay knocked on my door with a tall ladder in tow, wearing a pair of short, yet baggy, shorts and the same type undershirt I had seen him wearing when I looked t the apartment.

He came in and set up his ladder and once he was up on it called me over, saying, “Sir, I forgot to bring a bulb up with me.  Could you hand me one out of that bag over by the bar?”

“Gladly,” I replied, “but please call me Mark.”

I retrieved a bulb and walked over to the ladder to hand it up to him, and when I looked up, I could see up the leg of his shorts and immediately saw that he was commando.  The head of his cock was clearly in view and beautiful.  I should have stepped away but I wanted to see more of it, and stood where I was.  He took his time putting the bulb in and then dusting the rest of the light.

As he climbed down the ladder, he smiled and said, “If you need anything else, call me direct.  Jim sometimes forgets to give me repair orders in a timely manner,” handing me a slip of paper with his cell phone number on it.

For the next week, whenever I saw Clay on property, he would always smile and start conversation, asking if there was anything I needed.  I so wanted to tell him I wanted his cock. 

Then, the weekend approached and I asked him if he worked seven days or just five.  His reply was, “Five days normally but if an emergency arises on Saturday or Sunday I fix it immediately.” 

“Well, barring any emergencies, how would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow evening?”

“I’d like that,” he said.  “Most of the residents are older than you and I and stay to themselves.  I’d enjoy being around someone closer to my age.”

“Out of curiosity, just how old are you?” I asked.

“I’ll be twenty-seven in a month,” he replied.

“Well, I’ll be twenty-four in about five weeks,” I said.

With a smile on his face, he said, “Fucking awesome.  Maybe we can celebrate our birthdays together.”

“I’d like that very much, since I have no family anywhere close.” I replied.

Still smiling, he asked, “Do you enjoy a beer now and then?”

“You better fucking know it,” I replied.

“Same here.  I’ll bring the ale tomorrow.”

“Your on,” I replied with a big smile, adding, “Come comfortable.”

As he walked away, I wondered just how comfortable he would be.

Friday arrived and I had dinner planned,  as I started cooking, there was a knock at the door. Knowing it was probably Clay, I called out, “The door’s open.”

Once he was inside and had opened a beer for us both, I said, “When you’re expected, just come on in.  If the door happens to be locked, use your pass key.”

“You got it,” he replied.

It was then I noticed how he was dressed.  He wore loose cut off shorts and his usual undershirt. Smiling, he said, “You said come comfortable.”

“And I meant it.  For all I care you could have worn just a jock strap.”

“Smiling he said, “Maybe next time but we better have EMS standing by for these old ladies here.”

“I like your humor,” I said.

He offered to help but I told him to sit, relax, and enjoy doing nothing, and I soon had out dinner ready.  We sat and had dinner as he asked  about my job. I filled him in on what I did, and soon asked how long he had always been a handyman.

“Pretty much,” he replied.  “I was sixteen and working until dark learning to do  construction as well as electrical work.  My dad only worked when he was sober, and I had to supplement  our living expenses.  If anything was left over, dad drank it up.”

He paused to take a sip of his beer, then continued, “With him being an alcoholic, you will seldom see me have more than three beers.  I want to make sure I don’t turn out like him, but enough of that.  Then, about a year or so later, he died after his system shut down due to alcohol.  My boss  was also the owner of this apartment complex and he gave me an apartment to live in while I continued learning the trade.  Then at nineteen he sent me to a trade school to learn the finer points of my work.  After I graduated, he gave me a full time job here working maintenance, and I’ve been here ever since.”

“I’m sorry about your dad,” I told him sincerely.

“Honestly, Mark, it was the best thing for me.  What I didn’t mention was the beatings I got when he was mad because he was out of beer.  I loved him because he was my dad, but I hated him at the same time because of what he had become.”

“I can totally understand that,” I replied.

We finished dinner and as we cleared the table, he came up to me and gave me a big hug, saying, “Thanks for understanding and being a new friend.”

“Well, since I’m new in town, you’re the only friend I have at the moment, but even though I’ll make some friends at work when I start, you will be my closest.”

He smiled and said, “I hope so.”

After everything was cleaned up, he asked if I had any plans for the next day, Saturday.  When I answered no, he said to be ready at  nine for an outing on the water.  When I asked what he meant, he smiled and said, “You’ll see.”

At a quarter to nine, Clay knocked on my door, wearing his usual undershirt, a pair of shorts, and flip flops.  “You ready?” he asked, excitedly.

“I’m ready, but I wish I knew what the fuck you had planned,” I replied.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he replied.

Seconds later we were walking out to his truck.  As I climbed in, I notices a big cooler in the back.  Reaching in, he grabbed two sodas, handing me one.

After a twenty minute drive, we arrived at the marina, looking out to the clear waters of the eastern Gulf.

Together we carried the cooler out to a nice cabin cruiser tied up at the dock.  Once it was on board, we untied the ropes and Clay fired up the engine and we slowly eased out of the marina and into the open waters.  Once we were clear of obstacles, he gave me the controls and as I followed his instructions, he stood right next to me with his hand on my shoulder.  His touch sent wild electrical shocks through my body.

After a few minutes, he had me slow the engines to an idle then cut them off.  Deploying what he called a sea anchor to keep us in basically the same spot, he smiled and asked, “What would you like to do, fish, swim, or just relax on deck and soak up some rays?”

“For now, just relax and enjoy the peace and quiet,” I replied.

“Sounds good to me,” he replied as he retrieved more sodas from the cooler.

After handing me one, he removed his undershirt, finally revealing his completely nude upper torso and his muscular hairy chest and abs.  I followed his lead and removed my shirt, revealing a tattoo of my zodiac sign, which looks like a ‘69’.

“Nice tat,” he said, before I replied that it was my zodiac sign, Cancer, the crab.

With sarcasm in his voice, and smiling, he said, “I wondered if it meant something else.”  

“That’s my secret,” I replied with a sly smile’

“That’s what I like about you.  You are as much of a smart ass as I am.”

“We seem to make a good pair,” I replied.

He just smiled and changed the subject, saying that he loved coming out where we were and enjoying the peace and quiet.  

“I can definitely understand that,” I replied.

For the next half hour, not a word was spoken.  We sat in total silence, listening to the slight waves splash against the hull of the boat.

Then, Clay stood up and said, “I’m going for a swim if you care to join me.”

“I might in a moment,” I replied as I watched in total; surprise and he removed his shorts, revealing that he was commando. Climbing up onto the back deck totally nude, he dove into the clear waters.

Walking over to the side, I watched as he swam near the boat, getting a good look at his long semi-thick  cock with it’s mushroom head.

Looking at him as he surfaced, I said, “Not that I wasn’t expecting.”

“What?” he called to me, “The swimming or swimming nude?”

“Both really but especially swimming nude,” I replied.

“I swim nude every time I come out. It’s such a free feeling.”

“I bet it is,” I replied and as he watched, I dropped my shorts, revealing that I was commando also, and dove over the side toward him, surfacing next to him.

“See what I mean?” he asked.

“I do,” I replied. After several minutes, we returned to the boat and after climbing back onto the deck, I asked, “Any objection if we stay this way until we return to shore?”

Smiling, he said “Hell no.  When I come out, I strip down as soon as I am out of sight of other people.  In fact, to be honest, whenever I’m in my apartment, I am nude.”

With a smile, I said, “No shit?  So am I.”

“Well, we have something in common,” he said.

“And after today, if I need repairs, I know now that I don’t have to dress when you come in to make them.”

“Not at all,” he replied.

For the rest of our time out on the boat, we remained nude, and made no attempt to hide our glances at each others cock and balls.

Shortly before sunset, we returned to the marina and tied up the boat, and as we headed back to the apartments, I asked, “I forgot to ask, but whose yacht is that?”

“It belongs to the owner of the complex.  In exchange for keeping it up and clean, I am free to use it when ever I want.”

“Nice,” I replied.  “I wish I had a boss like that.”

Once back at the apartments, we went our separate ways, with me wanting to get Clay in bed, now more than ever   After entering my apartment, I quickly stripped and with the images of Clay nude still in my head, I lay on the bed and jerked off to a roaring climax.

The following week, I did notice that Clay was much more cordial than normal when we saw each other.  Then, on Thursday, Clay stopped by and asked if I had plans for the weekend.  I said that I didn’t and asked what he had in mind.

“About six months ago I ran across this small island about five miles off the coast.  It is completely desolate and peaceful, and at times, I go out there and spend one or two nights, totally alone, but since you’re now my closest friend, I was wondering if you would like to join me?”

“It sounds awesome,” I said.  When did you plan to leave?”

“Well, since I have to get a few things completed first, I figured we would leave at sun up on Saturday morning.”

“That’s fine with me,” I said. “I’ll be ready.”

Saturday arrived and just as the sun was coming up, Clay and I pulled out of the marina, on our way to the island.  Once out o sight of civilization, he told me to take the wheel and once I did,  still  standing next to me he removed the few clothes he had on.  Then, once he took back over, I stripped.

Standing next to him at helm, I asked about provisions.  Smiling, he said, “Got it covered, babe.  Stocked up on everything last night.”

I went below and heated water for instant coffee and once I had our cups ready, I took them up on deck and handed Clay his.   I stood next to him and after a few sips, he sat his cup down and out his left arm around my shoulders, gently pulling me to him.

As our nude bodies pressed together, he turned his head toward me and said, “Mark, because of my dad, and the way I was raised, I have never had a close friend, until now.  And I don’t want anything to come between us and our friendship. If anything I do or say bothers you in any way, please let me know before it gets out of hand.”

“Looking into his face, I smiled and said, “Clay, being new in town, I also consider you my closest and best friend, and rest assured, absolutely nothing you can say or do will end that friendship, and I do mean nothing.  Do I make myself clear?”

“Totally,” he said with a smile, our faces only inches apart. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned over and gently kissed me, pressing his lips to mine for a quick moment.  

“Even that won’t affect our friendship?” he asked.

With a slight smile on my face, I leaned toward him and pressed my lips to his, then parted them slightly and offered my tongue.  In a quick second, he parted his and accepted my tongue and offered his which I accepted.

Then as we parted, I looked at him and said, “Does that answer your question?”

“In more ways than one,” he replied.

I then put my arm around his waist and lay my head on his shoulder, and as I did, he secured the wheel to prevent it from turning, after which he reached down and began fondling my semi-hard cock.

After letting him play with it a few moments, I pulled away and quickly dropped to my knees and swallowed his now rock hard cock.  Hungrily, I sucked his beautiful tool and as he moaned, I swallowed it to the hilt, burying my nose in his bush. 

I continued sucking and moments later he began breathing heavily, signaling his impending climax.  Then seconds later, his cock exploded feeding me a huge, thick, creamy load of cum. Like a starving man, I devoured all that was fed to me, milking him dry with my mouth.

After standing, we kissed again and as we parted he dropped and swallowed my cock, sucking me as dry as I had sucked him.

After completely draining me into his stomach, he stood and smiled and said, “I have wanted to do that since the day I changed that light bulb and saw you looking up the leg of my shorts.”

“Same with me, but I wanted you after seeing you the day I was shown the apartment.”

The rest of the trip to the island was with one of his arms around me and the other steering the yacht and both my arms around him, from time to time sucking on his nipple closest to me.  

Once on the island we lay on a blanket and had a long make out session, after which he smiled and said, “I want you up my ass as far as you can go.”

Once I was again rock hard, Clay straddled mt body, smiled and sat on my cock, burying it balls deep.  As he rode it, he smile and moaned softly, saying how great it felt.  Of course, later I had him fuck me and he was an expert at making it feel so awesome.

A short while later, we discovered that we both enjoyed drinking from the tap, and drank from each others hose.

“How did you get started with men, if I may ask.”

“The man that took me in and gave me a job had also been a ‘customer’ of mine.  I was selling my body to get money to eat.  I would sell my mouth  ass and cock. But the more I did it, the more I enjoyed it and before long the money didn’t matter.  I just wanted the sex.  He had seen me on the street, had paid me for sex but soon took me in and made me quit hustling.

“Clay, just so you know, I think you’re about the hottest specimen of a male that I have ever been with.”

We kissed again before diving into the surf nude.

Most of out time on the island was spent sucking or fucking each other, and it was awesome.  All to soon, we had to return to civilization, but our sex continued.

Clay ands I started having sex a minimum of three times a week and usually more.  Then, one evening when he stopped by to see if I was available to play, he saw me working on some accounts.  Looking at me he asked, “I never asked before but what type work do you do?”

“I’m a certified public accountant, working for  Sims and Davis.  I’m hoping to open my own firm some day.”

“What will it take to get you your own business?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked questioningly.

“Just what I said,” he replied. “Exactly what is necessary for you to have your own business and be your own boss?”

“Numerous accounts,” I replied.  “Not just one or two.”

“Would twelve be enough?”

“Oh yea, it would be a great start, but where am I going to find twelve accounts to represent?”

“Mark, what I’m about to confide in you, only a handful of people know about it.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

“Mark, yes, I am the handyman here at the apartments by choice, but in reality, Jim works for me.”

I looked at him, totally confused, when he said, “Let me explain.”

Ray Davis was the man that gave me a job with his construction company and took me in off the streets.  We were like father and son, and cared for each other deeply.”

He paused  moment, took a deep breath, then continued.

“Over the years, he amassed a conglomerate of businesses.  The construction company, this apartment complex and his other businesses are run by individuals he trusted.  He set up Davis Enterprises as the parent company of all his other businesses. Three years ago he had a massive heart attack and died.  I figured I would be turned out, not knowing what would become of the company since he had no living relatives.”

“Well, obviously, you weren’t put out on the streets,” I said.

“No I wasn’t.  His attorney called all his managers and myself in for the reading of is will.  You can imaging my shock when it was revealed that I was the sole beneficiary of his entire estate, with the condition that all his managers remain in their present job with a five thousand  dollar bonus each year.  It was at my discretion as to whether it would be made in monthly [payment or one lump sum yearly.  Anyway, what I am getting at is that I sole  owner of Davis enterprises.  This apartment complex is mine.  So is the construction company where I started, and the other companies.”

“And the yacht?”

“Yes, and the yacht,” he said with a smile, before continuing with, “Mark, I want to help you start your own accounting firm and handle all my companies finances and taxes. In exchange, you will have a salary, mutually agreeable to us both as well as free rent as long as you choose to live in the apartment.  The only condition is that you tell absolutely no one what you have just learned.”

Stunned, I looked at him and said, “Clay, I am in total shock.  This is something I’ll have to think over for a few days.”

“I totally understand how you feel.  It’s probably somewhat like I felt when I heard everything was left to me.  Take your time.”

I thanked him for understanding when he said, “I just have one favor to ask.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Just don’t kick me out of your bed.”

“That, my dear friend, will never happen,” I replied, before stepping up to him and kissing him. Then, after the kiss, I asked, do any of the managers including Jim here at the apartment know your gay?”

“Not that I know of, but Jim might suspect.  All he has ever seen me with are other guys.”

We had a hot and passionate sixty-nine, before retiring to our own apartments.  I lay in bed for hours thinking of Clay’s proposal  before finally dropping off to sleep.

I started my new job and the thought of being my own boss became more and more inviting.  Finally, on Friday evening when I got home I stopped by Clay’s apartment and gave him my decision.

Looking into his face, I said, “Clay, I accept your offer.”

“That’s good, because I have already contracted the remodel of the large two bedroom here next to me as your office.  My crew is due here Monday, but as of right now you are under my employment.  Go call your boss and give notice effective immediately.”

I convinced him that I couldn’t do that and asked if he had said anything to Jim.

“He know that I have told you and made the offer.  As I said, you have no rent. He and all the other managers will report everything to you.  You will have total control of everything.”

“Clay, wait a minute.  You don’t know that much about me.  How do you know I won’t drain your accounts and take off in the middle of the night?”

“Mark, I have always been able to read people and never been wrong.  I know you would never do something like that.”

On Sunday, Clay called a meeting of all his managers and introduced me to them, explaining my position and that all financial dealing would go through me.

Everyone seemed to accept Clay’s decision and greeted me openly, offering any assistance I needed.  My ‘office’ was set up and all financial accounts were transferred from the previous accountant to me.

Clay and I continued our incredibly awesome sexual relationship in private and friends in public.

Clay later informed me that he had also been left Ray’s large estate which included a large main house,  a guest house, and pool, all on a hundred acres of gated, wooded property.

“The occupants lease is coming up for renewal and I have declined to renew it.  Mark,” he continued, stepping up face to face with me, “would you do me the honor of becoming my lift partner?”

“Clay, I would be honored, but you wanted to keep your desire for men secret,” I replied.

“With you by my side, I can handle anything. I love you!”

“And I love you, also, and I would be honored to be your partner.”

The tenants moved out of the estate and after some minor repairs, Clay and I moved in.  it was then that he announced that he had purchased an office building and my offices would be located on the ‘penthouse’ floor, overlooking the city.  All the managers and office staff of his list of companies would also have offices there, reporting to me. What I found out, but Clay had failed to mention , was that the staff of every businesses were all males.

Two months after all offices had been moved and things were running smoothly, Clay came to me and said, “I’ve made a decision.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I’m going to throw a party at the estate and come out to everyone that I am gay and we are partners in life.  If anyone can’t accept it, they will be free to resign with no hard feelings and a separation bonus. Are you willing to stand beside me.?”

Looking into his face I smiled and said “For eternity.”

We kissed then put the plans into motion. 

Everyone was told to be prepared to swim if they so desired and to come comfortable. The only company with a large number of employees was the construction company and I had seen some of them and they were all hot as hell.

The day arrived and once everyone had arrived, we served lunch followed by an open bar with bartender. After everyone had a mixed drink or beer in their hand, Clay got their attention and said he had a major announcement.

Standing on one of the tables, he began his speech.

“As you have undoubtedly noticed the staff of each separate entity is all male.  The reason is that I feel more comfortable discussing business with another male and am more at ease around other males.  The main reason for that is the fact that I am gay.”

Everyone was completely silent and as I looked around, I couls see the men looking at each other, not sure of how to respond.

“I know that some, if not most, might be uncomfortable working for a gay male.  If so, I totally understand and hold no hard feelings.  If you decide that you are uncomfortable working for a gay male, if you choose to resign, you will get a letter of recommendation praising your work and a bonus for the work you have done.”

One if the construction workers spoke up and said, “Although we never knew that you were the real boss, I have always been treated with respect and dignity.  I’ll gladly stay as your employee, regardless of your sexual preference. “

There was a low rumbling of voices as the men all made comments to each other.  Then one of the other men spoke up saying, “I’m staying, and if you have the balls to come out, then so do I. I’m gay also.”

An other spoke up and said, “Who cares if anyone is gay, straight, or bi.  We have all been treated with dignity and respect. “I’m staying also.”

Clay spoke up and said, “ I appreciate your comments deeply, but is there anyone that feels that they need to resign?”

I looked around and saw everyone shaking their heads ‘no’. 

Clay spoke up and said, “You have no idea just how much your loyalty means to me but I have one other announcement.  You all know that Mark is in charge of all entities and especially everything financial.  I want you all to know that he is also in charge of me.  He has agreed to be my life partner and beside that, he controls my spending also.  “Mark, come up here with me.”

As I climbed onto the table with assistance, everyone cheered.  Then the worker that came out as gay raised his beer, saying, “Here’s to Clay and Mark for a long and happy union.”

Everyone toasted us and cheered as Clay tried unsuccessfully to hold back a few tears.  Once in control of himself, he said,  “Gentlemen, This party will continue as long as you want.  I just have one requirement.  Each and everyone of you will come forward and drop your car keys in this basket.  You will only get them back when I feel you can drive safely.  Also, if anyone enjoys swimming nude, go for it.  Guys, just be natural and enjoy yourselves.”

Everyone cheered and instantly began dropping car keys into the basket.  After the basket was behind lock and key, we began to mingle with the guys never once receiving a negative comment.

Then after about twenty minutes, one by one, the guys began removing their clothes and going nude. Before long, several asked if Clay and I were going to join then in being nude.  Clay and I smiled and immediately shucked our few clothes.

Moments later, we noticed three couples off to the side engaging in kissing, fondling, or in a sixty-nine, and no one seemed to care.  Then clay noticed one man in his early twenties that was watching some of the men kiss  or fondle each other.  We noticed his cock was rock hard, and clay and I went up to him and asked if everything was okay.

Blushing, he said, “Yea.  It’s just that I have never seen guys having sex together although I admit I have been curious.  I’d like to try it but I have no idea how to start.”

“Well, let Mark and I handle that,” Clay said, as he leaned forward and kissed the hot young man.  Soon, we were alternating sucking his cock while others watched. Soon, he started sucking Clay as I continued to suck him. 

Some of the guys that considered themselves straight, were openly encouraging others to suck them off, and fondled some of the guys cocks.  Looking around, Clay and I noticed that everyone had stripped nude and were active in some minor way, even if it was just getting sucked.

As time passed, men paired up in couples or groups of three and began cuddling together in the warm night air.  At around two the next morning, we looked around and 

Clay and I were the only two not paired up with someone. There were groups of men all over the yard around the pool.  We found ourselves a spot and began having sex, not caring who watched.  Then as we engaged in a hot sixty0nine we noticed that about half the group was watching while kissing or stroking.

The next morning,  we fired up the outdoor stove and all pitched in preparing breakfast.  Then as we ate, we knew that if anyone had been a virgin the night before that they weren’t now, meaning that they had at least been sucked or fucked a guy.

“Gentlemen,” Clay said loudly to the group, “how many would like to make this a regular occurrence every other month?”

Several cheered before one guys called out, “Why not every month?” That comment brought many cheers, and as clay smiled, he said, “Then the first weekend of every month it is.  It will commence after work on Friday and end at noon on Sunday.”

One man spoke up asking, “Are we allowed to make advances on the bosses?”

Smiling, Clay spoke up and said, “I do not see any ‘hands off’ signs on our bodies.”

Everyone cheered and began to play again with a few of the guys coming up to Clay and I.  Later, we saw the firs of the guys fucking  and many stopped to watch. Clay had made it clear that anything was allowed.

Every month, we had our ‘meetings’, and they were more and more open, with guys stripping the moment that they arrived.  I guess they took the hint since Clay and I were always nude when we greeted them.

It’s been five years now since the parties started and even the guys that considered themselves ‘straight’ and had girlfriends were now sucking cock and getting fucked.  A few still dated except for our ‘special’ weekends.  We had noticed that water sports had crept into the activities and had become fairly popular in every form.

The company profits grew steadily every year, and we were positive to the happy atmosphere our employees worked in.  Everyone was free to do whatever they wanted with whoever they wanted during lunch breaks but it had to be in private.

Our employees voted our main company as the best place to work and we were honored.