The Cleaners

The following days also went well, Dennis became even more experienced and found exactly the right rhythm to make the garbage cans available to his colleagues, so that they quickly got through almost all the stations on their routes. Unless some idiot came along with his car in a narrow spot and didn't want to make room, or wrongly parked cars blocked important access routes. It was mostly out of their hands to make the ambitious schedule, even if they worked together efficiently. Since the hammer route on the first day of work in the new team, they had at least gotten less stressful routes. The unpopular, long H11 was usually assigned to each team only once a month, so yesterday they had fulfilled their target for the time being.

Today, Wednesday of next week, they had been given one of the more popular routes in the form of H06. It was one of the "breakfast routes" because it passed a bakery that offered good parking for their bulky vehicle due to a nearby bus loop, and also a schedule that allowed for a short breakfast break. They began their tour in one of the outskirts of town, emptying the first few garbage cans before approaching the bakery. Wednesday morning was a bit fresher than the previous ones and so they had kept their jackets on. After the last stop before the break, the men climbed back into the front of the booth to warm up. The mood was good, everyone was looking forward to a delicious breakfast and a relaxing rest of the workday. Moaning softly, Dennis stretched his legs and took the brief opportunity to relax. Their driver parked the car on the left side of the turnaround loop so they wouldn't block the bus. "Okay, guys I'll sit here in case I have to move the truck. Will you guys bring me something?" asked Tommy. The other three nodded and took his order.

Saad, Sandro and Dennis set course for the bakery and crossed the street. It was 08:15 a.m. and the store was reasonably empty. Two friendly saleswomen were serving an elderly gentleman and a young woman. The three men greeted curtly and positioned themselves behind the other customers, from where they were already looking at the display to plan their order. In the light of the overhead spotlights, their orange work attire was even more striking. It was almost blinding. Saad was up first and placed his and the order for their driver. While the older man was leaving the store, a woman in her 40s, with long dark blond hair, a tall slender figure and an expensive looking coat with long boots entered the store. Her smile died when she saw the three garbage workers standing in the store. She posted herself as far to the left as possible in front of the counter near the door and waited her turn. Sandro placed his order with the second saleswoman and Dennis now registered the waiting, aloof-looking customer.

Her disparaging gaze scrutinized him, briefly wandering from the work pants marked with the first dark welts up to the open jacket, his nitrile work gloves peeking out of the breast pocket of his pants. Dennis had no problem with other people keeping their distance from them as garbage workers, because in most cases it actually made their job easier. But this disgusted look and this "I'm better than you"-talk from this golden-else got on his balls. "Just you wait, doll, I'll have a little fun with you now," the trainee thought to himself and grinned inwardly. He stood to the right of the customer, a few steps away, and it was now his turn to place his order. Meanwhile, Sandro was awkwardly digging out cash to pay.

Dennis ordered a black coffee and then began to take an interest in the selection of sandwiches lying on the left side of the counter. To do this, he moved sideways and came closer and closer to the chick. The latter backed away until she bumped her back against the refrigerator with the cold drinks. The trainee couldn't help grinning smugly and completed his order. While the saleswoman packed his goods in the bag and went to the checkout, he turned a little to the right again and half turned his back to the customer. He had been feeling pressure on the line all morning, and so he was now. To show the rude goat properly, he let out a silent fart. A few seconds later, the cloud of gas reached the waiting customer, who grimaced in disgust and waved her hand in front of her nose in an unsuccessful attempt to dispel the foul odor. Grinning maliciously, Dennis turned to her, causing her to gasp indignantly. Recognizably pissed, but without another comment, she took flight. The two saleswomen, unaware of all this, were only briefly surprised by the customer's sudden flight. The young garbage man paid and hoped that his little attack would not hit the two nice ladies as well. Since the small tilting window of the store was open, however, he did not assume this. Friendly greeting, he and his colleagues left the store.

On the way to the vehicle, Saad slapped the trainee on the back of the head: "Say, you just farted in there, didn't you? Is that what one should do?" he asked him with a grin. "Nope, but did you see that chick? How much she loved us? I just made sure she didn't forget us," Dennis grinned back dirty. "Jo, I saw her too. Totally embarrassing, that chick," Sandro joined in and the three were amused by the successful prank of their new colleague. They swung back into the cabin and enjoyed their breakfast. Tommy also enjoyed himself when they told him about the incident: "Yeah, some people just forget that they would suffocate in their own shit if we didn't pick up the stuff every week," their driver said and bit into his schnitzel roll with relish.

The rest of the day was routine, again Dennis was used as a runner. The sexy team leader continued to cause a stir in his pants. But apart from the appreciative words Saad found for his work, it remained typical trivial conversations between colleagues.

After work, Dennis sat on the couch at home while the TV was on. He took a big gulp of Coke and burped loudly before looking down in front of him. Once again, he was wearing the warning pants from his first day on the job, which he had put on almost every day since then to jerk off, and whose crotch was impregnated with several loads of dried sperm. Milky white stains had deposited on the inner fabric, and it had already become quite stiff. Grinning contentedly, he kneaded his crotch, it crackled softly and stimulated by the sight of the High Vis pants, he quickly had a pipe standing again. Quietly he moaned further, while he intensified the pressure. With a glazed look, he was only blurredly aware of what was happening on the TV, while he surrendered to his rising horniness. Already it began to tingle in his balls, the approaching orgasm announced itself. He drove the game a little further, then he stopped and let the excitement subside again.

The trainee got up and went to the wardrobe where his high-visibility jacket was hanging. He put it on and went to the bedside table in the bedroom. There he took out a cardboard box and a bottle of lubricant. He also fished out a pair of his work gloves, which he had bought online for personal use. Thus prepared, he placed the box and the lube on the coffee table. He zipped up the jacket so that he was now dressed from head to toe in high-visibility gear. In addition, he put on the gloves. Except for the missing shoes, he now looked exactly like he did at work. He went to the big mirror in the hallway and got horny at the sight. His little buddy had long since stood like one and juiced forward as he began kneading his crotch again. Oh, fuck, I'm ratty today! it shot through the young guy's head. The clothes triggered him today particularly violently, no idea why.

He got his cell phone, took a few pictures of himself in the mirror and moved them to his jerk-off folder, where there were already numerous pictures of him in work clothes. And also a few secretly taken from his colleagues. His dick continued to grow as he briefly scrolled through the previews. But then he put his smartphone away again and returned to the couch. He unzipped his jacket and unfastened the straps of his dungarees, pulling them down to his thighs. Then he zipped and buttoned the jacket back up. His not particularly thick, but all the longer, slightly upturned cock bobbed out stiffly. Not blessed with strong hair growth on his skin anyway, he had shaved away the remaining hair, so that he had a fairly smooth skin and his dick appeared bigger.

The glans shone wetly under the already pushed back foreskin. Dennis moaned and bit his lips, then sat down on the couch, took some of the lubricant in his gloves and smacked his hard dick. What a horny feeling, how the smooth glove inside spoiled his hard-on! Again, he felt the familiar tingling in his abdomen and again he let it come, until just before the shot. For a few months he had been perfecting edging and it had brought him unimagined new heights of horniness. Sometimes he managed to delay the orgasm ten times in a row, but by then at the latest he had always been so willing that he had to squirt the eleventh time.

His gaze wandered to the box on the table. He stopped jerking off and opened the box. Wearing slimy gloves, he took out a black dildo that could be inflated with air pressure. His absolute favorite piece when he wanted to really spoil his hole. The trainee took another portion of lube and guided the fingertip of his right index finger to his rear sight, pushing forward until it hit his sphincter. The rosette twitched briefly as the cool gel hit it. Closing his eyes, he circled the hole, lubricating it well. Ohhhh! With a loud moan he finally penetrated, twisting his finger slightly as he slowly fucked the hole and impregnated it with the gel from the inside.

With his free hand he began to jerk his wet boner at the same time. But already the tingling started again, it would come back all the sooner after each further delay. He stopped and pulled his finger out of the hole again. Instead, he now took the dildo and generously lubricated it as well. Dennis pumped the artificial cock a bit, lifted his legs and then applied the shiny black tip. Fuck! The stick overcame the sphincter and entered the slippery fuck channel. He carefully drove it in about halfway, lingered there, and then just as carefully pulled it back out. He repeated this a few times until he realized the hole had widened enough. Then he pushed in completely and let it stick. With his left hand, he squeezed the ball several times, pumping more air into the dildo. Ahhh! The intruder was noticeably demanding more space. Dennis loved this feeling, how his cunt was now completely filled. Carefully he started again with slow fucking movements. His rosette was already bulging around the shaft of the dildo, the friction was now driving him almost crazy! But he wanted more, much more!

Excited, he pumped a little further and repeated the game. This time he needed a little longer to get used to the new volume, but the horniness increased more and more. This was also helped by the fact that he was completely in his work clothes during this and it excited him that he abused them for his dirty games. You shameless little garbage worker pig! The apprentice grinned cheekily and continued pumping with a lustfully distorted face. The pressure was slowly becoming unbearable, the part had already inflated significantly and now stretched the anus strongly. That was enough for the young guy for today and he began to slowly push the fat dildo back and forth. It took a few seconds, but then it worked better and better, the feeling of pressure was overlaid by the burgeoning horniness and the pleasant tingling returned to his abdomen.

With pleasure Dennis turned the black intruder now in his hole and with screwing movements he fucked his wide-open slippery cunt under dirty-smacking noises. With his free hand he additionally reached into his balls and rubbed pressure fully through the hanger. Moaning, he rolled his eyes and squirmed comfortably on the couch. So disgustingly horny! Over and over again he hit the prostate, which sent shivers of pleasure through his body. His thoughts wandered to Saad, his horny muscular boss. Wondering if he had such a fat and big cock, as befits an Arabian stallion?

Ohhh, Saad! He imagined his foreman fucking him with his thick stallion cock instead of the pumped up dildo, bare of course, to finally inseminate him. With these thoughts he drove himself further and further towards climax: Hard as seldom before, his fucker was now resting on the lower hem of the closed warning jacket, pre-juice already flowing like a stream from the tip and moistening the fabric. He now concentrated entirely on the monster in his ass. A series of quick thrusts was replaced by slow screwing movements. He knew exactly how to fuck himself into ecstasy. Stronger and stronger the wave of orgasm bubbled up in his balls.

Then, after another penetration of the prostate, Dennis gasped briefly before screaming and spraying his semen. The eggs contracted again and again, shooting several spurts of glorious white sperm. Fat, milky white globs landed on the jacket, began to run down towards the waistband of his pants. Gasping in exhaustion, the young garbage man contemplated his deed. He let go of the dildo, removed his gloves and then stirred his fingers around in the warm sauce, partially smearing it on his jacket and finally bringing it to his mouth. Smacking, he sucked the fresh semen from his fingers.

The dildo was still stuck in his ass. He let his ass muscles play and thus moved the intruder. Finally, he began to pull it out carefully. With a soft plop the thing left his hole. Still a little horny, Dennis felt the gaping cunt with his fingers, which slowly began to close after the pressure had eased. Purring pleasantly, he stroked the hot and slippery hole, tickling a little the outer edges of the rosette. He had long been sweating profusely in the warm jacket, but he didn't care. He liked it when the clothes became slightly damp with sweat from the inside and the feeling of security that the warmth gave. Now he was exhausted and dirty.

He took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket, texted his best buddy Marcel and asked him if he would like to come over Friday night. He was an old school friend with whom he had also had his first sexual experiences. That started with jerking off together and in the meantime they also did it with each other from time to time. Marcel shared many fetishes with him, but unfortunately remained exclusively passive, so Dennis always had to take the active part. That wasn't bad, but the young garbage man finally wanted to have fun passively as well.

Marcel simply remained a buddy: having a beer together in front of the TV or getting horny together in clothes: Yes, that worked. Just like role-playing, fetish parties, etc. But Dennis needed a more dominant partner, someone who would show him his place and show him what a little fetish pig he was. Again, he thought of Saad and sighed. That would be a real guy for him. Such a guy could have everything, absolutely everything from him! But knowing his luck, the Arab was for sure a total straight guy, who would additionally give him a long one if he outed himself. But for a role in his head cinema, he didn't have to ask him for permission...