The Cleaners

The water rippled slightly when a breeze passed over its surface. Apart from that, it stood untouched in the old harbor basin, reflecting loading cranes that were no longer in operation. Flanked by towering buildings of the former factories and warehouses that had once breathed life into the industrial port. Now, however, it lay only as a shadow of itself on the opposite riverbank of the big city. Silent witnesses of a flourishing past. City leaders planned to sell the site soon to an investor, who would then set up chic lofts and office space for hip start-ups here. After all, the unique location near the city center was to be turned into the highest possible profit. And once again, a low-value industrial area would be transformed into a high-quality residential and service district. And everyone would be happy. At least everyone who could afford the industrial charm that had then been successfully domesticated.

Dennis was sitting on one of the huge bollards near the edge of the industrial harbor, secured by vertically sloping sheet pile walls, to which the hawsers of the cargo ships had once been moored. It was one of those long Friday evenings in June with pleasant summer temperatures, and several weeks had passed since he had last met with Marcel. His buddy worked as a bricklayer on a large construction site and wore high-visibility clothing there because of some exaggerated safety regulations. But that didn't bother him much, he was a fetishist just like the young garbage worker and was excited by the bright orange fabric with the reflective stripes, among other things. So last week he had shown up at Dennis' place, they had thrown on the high visibility gear and made out with and on each other on the couch. Nothing exciting: A little jerking and blowing, in the end Dennis had come in his buddy's mouth and they had shared semen.

Today, a different, somewhat more civil fetish was the order of the day: The young garbage worker had left his beloved high-visibility gear at home and instead dressed in the look of a young redneck. In technical jargon, this clothing fetish was called Chav or Scally and was derived from the prototypical fashion habits of working-class youth in Britain in the 2000s. Dennis wore a tracksuit made of black, high-gloss nylon with white trim that accentuated his slim figure. Very similar to the Adidas Chile 62 suit that was legendary on the scene, but this one was from a fetish outfitter and easier to get than the brand's long-discontinued suit. His short hair had been cheekily styled into shape with wet gel, and the fabric of the hood piled up a bit at the nape of his neck, framing his head. As was proper, the pant legs ended in white tennis socks, which in turn were tucked into matte Nike Airs. Branded gear was a staple in this fetish. On one of the socks was written in black letters FCK YOU and SNF ME.

Smacking his lips, Dennis chewed his gum while he sat on the bollard with bobbing knees, busying himself with his smartphone and waiting for his buddy. The redness of the evening sun illuminated the scenery, but it would be some time before it finally disappeared and gave way to night. At last, he saw Marcel approaching, dressed in a similar outfit. Dennis stood up, casually slapping hands in greeting. "Did you see anyone here?" the garbage man asked. His buddy shook his head, "Nope, are here alone. What are you up to?" he grinned. "I don't know, just chillin' a bit... Enjoying the sun," Dennis fluted ironically. His buddy looked confused; he hadn't registered the undertone. "Well, what else do we do when we're together? Do you really think I'm just going to squat here with you to watch the sunset? Let's chat a bit..." - "Mhhmm, wanna fuck?" asked Marcel, hoping his buddy was in the mood. "I don't know, maybe," he answered evasively.

They sat down together on the bollard and stared at the water. Like Dennis, Marcel was also of medium height and quite slim, but rather slender than athletic. He talked about work, where a rather unbearable foreman made his life difficult. This wasn't the first time Dennis had heard this, it had been a topic of conversation between them on and off for the past few weeks. He thought back to his old team, whose team leader hadn't exactly been a laid-back guy either. He was already in his late 40s and had shooed them from front to back to keep those crappy schedules from headquarters, while he himself mostly stayed lazily squatting in the cab of the garbage truck. There he had followed everything on the video screens while the rest toiled away with the garbage cans. As if that hadn't been enough, he had also had a few stupid sayings to spare when he thought they hadn't been fast enough. Everyone in the team had gritted their teeth and tried to tune out the old man's drivel, but it really hadn't been a bed of roses to work in his former team. Especially not as an apprentice.

How different in comparison was his new team leader Saad! That horny pig... Dennis noticed how his cock, exposed in his sweatpants, stiffened as images of the muscular guy in riot gear appeared in his mind's cinema: How his beefy physique filled out the orange dungarees. The horny face with the clean-shaven skull that contrasted with the dark, shaggy full beard. The tattooed and tanned arms with the pumped-up muscle packs. The fat muscle tits that bulged the fabric of the T-shirt and his big paws that were stuck in the shiny nitrile gloves. And that tart masculine smell when he sat close beside him in the cab of the garbage truck... Dennis had to pant hard to keep his arousal in check.

"Ey, you're horny!" murmured Marcel, massaging his hand through the crotch of Dennis' shiny sweatpants, where a slight bulge had formed. The garbage worker groaned and reached into the crotch of Marcel's pants in return. A boner had built up there too, which he now kneaded vigorously. The smooth and soft fabric crackled softly and flattered her hands. With expressions contorted with horniness, they turned their heads to each other, came closer and began to kiss slowly and smacking each other. "Boy, how horny," Marcel whispered in his ear as they indulged each other's boners. Dennis growled in approval and grabbed the back of his buddy's neck. unerringly, he pushed the latter's face down into his crotch. "Lick!" he ordered in a determined tone and willingly Marcel went down on his knees in front of him.

Greedily, he took the shiny fabric of the sweatpants in his mouth to catch the boner behind it and began to lick and suck devotedly, so that the garbage worker could feel the tickling of the tip of his tongue through the fabric on his cock. Like a little pasha, he sat wide legged on the bollard and let himself be pleasured while he kept a firm grip on the back of his buddy's head with his hands. They looked at each other, there was pure horniness in Marcel's gaze, he seemed to really need it fiercely today. Dennis didn't make a face and looked down with a stern look. He angled his left leg so that the tip of the shiny Nike sneaker came into the bricklayer's field of vision. Immediately, the latter dropped his pants and clasped the shoe with both hands, stroking the material and looking up submissively. A brief nod of the garbage collector's head and already the other licked over the tip of the sneaker, caressed him almost greedily, while his right hand wandered into his own crotch and worked the bulge.

Dennis grinned slightly as he looked at Marcel, who seemed to be fully in his element. Even though he preferred to be passive himself, he had to admit that it was occasionally a bit of fun to play the tough guy and have a submissive sucker in front of him. He lifted his other leg, undid the lacing, and took off the shoe. That tennis sock with SNF ME written on it was exposed and slid in front of Marcel's mouth. He left the other sneaker on his left and began to inhale the smell of sweat from the sock, licking over the slightly damp cotton, and sucking on his toes. Dennis, on the other hand, held the removed sneaker under his nose and took in the arousing scent from inside the shoe. His cock twitched excitedly as he sucked in the horny smell of sweat. With his free hand he slid under the waistband of his pants and jerked his hard-on.

So, they both indulged in their horniness for a few minutes until Dennis finally pulled his buddy up again and stood up himself. He opened the drawstring of the sweatpants and pushed them down to his knees. The garbage man was not wearing any underwear and his shaved cock was sticking out like a long pole. The foreskin had already pushed halfway back, exposing the slightly shiny glans. Dennis pressed himself against his friend, with slight hip movements he let his member glide rhythmically over the smooth fabric of his pants. The friction on his glans and Marcel's clearly palpable boner made the young garbage man groan again. With his hands he now grabbed both of his buddy's ass cheeks, pinching the two compact and hard hemispheres that were caressed by the jogging pants.

As much as Dennis liked the sight of the smooth, flowing, shiny fabric of her tracksuits, he was even more excited by the tactile feeling. Especially when not wearing any underwear and everything underneath was easy to feel. Again, they kissed slowly, with much feeling and closed eyes. Their tongues met outside their lips and teased each other. Dennis longed for a real guy with whom he could have this tenderness, but at the same time fully live out his passive streak. A really horny, well-hung daddy like... like... Saad. Again, his boss appeared in his mind's eye and made him sigh wistfully. Damn, why was everything so complicated? Just the high probability that the horny guy was straight...

Only now he noticed that Marcel had put the fist around his long pipe and was jerking him off hard. This made the young garbage worker push his thoughts aside and enjoy the friction on his best piece. The journeyman bricklayer paused and let some spit drip onto his cock from above. Then he continued with jerking movements, which immediately worked better due to the lubrication. Dennis was getting impatient, he finally wanted to fuck. That's what the other guy had been after all along anyway. He grabbed the waistband of Marcel's pants and pulled them down with a jerk. A slightly sweaty jockstrap became visible, in which the boner had already produced a wet spot. Without words, Dennis grabbed the cock and stroked it excitedly, making Marcel grunt hornily as he bit his lip. "Come with me," was all the garbageman said as he slipped back into his sneaker and walked a little away from the shore, towards the outer wall of the nearest building. With pleasure he scratched his free-hanging balls, which swayed slightly in time with his steps. Servile, his buddy followed with his pants half down.

Shortly after, Marcel stood leaning against the brick wall of an old industrial building, propped himself up against it with his hands. Stretched his ass backwards, where Dennis ran his fingers lustfully through the crack of his ass. He snotted twice on the palm of his hand and used the drool to wet the hole. Lastly, a little lubrication for the cock, then he pushed into the furrow, soon reaching the rosette, and briefly pushing against the muscle with a little more force. Marcel relaxed and the long but not so thick fuck tube made its way in. Shortly after it was fully retracted, Dennis already started slow fucking strokes. It felt so good working the tight ass of his best buddy. With his length, he could push into regions that not everyone reached, which Marcel appreciated and made him regularly beg for his cock.

Dennis increased the rhythm and fucked in quiet but powerful thrusts while both kept breathing their pleasure against the wall. With his left arm, the garbage man grasped the other's waist and with his right, he grabbed his friend's hard pipe. With a firm grip, he jerked it in time with his own cock. Marcel moved his ass toward the fuck stick, receiving each of the thrusts willingly, and just moaned, "Harder, fuck me harder!" His prick grunted in response and abruptly increased the speed, driving deep into the fucked-up hole with persistent force and letting the long piston move in and out in rapid succession. At the same time, the grip on the young bricklayer's cock tightened, and he gasped in surprise. Then it came to Marcel with force: just then Dennis rammed his lance back into his hole as he poured out with several spurts against the old brick wall. The thin spurts ran down vertically, at the same time he felt his ass flooded with his buddy's cum. They both groaned, then Dennis pulled his cock out of the hole, which soon had semen running out of it before it dripped to the floor.

Marcel turned and stroked the horny shiny fabric of the training jacket, they kissed shyly. Something was missing, Dennis was sure. It was kind of cool to make out with each other, but he felt nothing beyond that for his old school friend. And actually, he didn't like the active role either. The young worker sighed inwardly as they pulled up their pants again and he also put his sneaker back on.

They lost a few more words and said goodbye a little later. Marcel wanted to meet a few of his colleagues for a drink, while Dennis urgently needed to get home. A short time later, the garbage collector was sitting on the living room couch again and scrolling through the secretly taken photos of his favorite colleague: Saad. Almost drooling, he looked at the guy who cut such an outrageously good figure in the orange work clothes and activated additional trigger points with his Arabic appearance. As usual, he left the TV on in the background so as not to let the neighbors share in the noise when it came to him. Dennis had taken off his tracksuit so that he sat naked on the smooth surface of the faux leather of his couch.

With a greedy look he looked at the inflatable dildo, which he had fetched from the bedroom again. First, he took a load of lube and oiled his cunt with it. With his other, clean hand, he selected a particularly titillating picture of Saad and enlarged it as best he could on the smartphone's display. It showed the muscular guy standing at the dump truck's tilt mechanism, pushing the buttons on the control panel while appearing to say something to one of his colleagues. As he did so, he grinned, exposing an even row of gleaming white teeth. The image captured everything that excited Dennis more about this guy than anything else before. It wasn't just the orange high visibility gear that triggered him anyway. No, there was also the muscular build, the chavvy-looking tattoos on his arms, the deep brown skin, the southern face, the powerful full beard, and that beautiful face with the dominant charisma. Would this guy want him, he would be putty in his hands.

The quick fuck with Marcel earlier had been a compulsory exercise, now came the far more satisfying freestyle: With his heart pounding with excitement, he took the dildo and carefully inserted it into his pre-lubricated hole. With slow movements, he drove the black intruder into his ass again and again, not taking his eyes off the photo on his cell phone. His head cinema was running at full speed, the horniness increased, his cock already standing hard as a rock against his belly. With a gasp, he pumped up the dildo significantly, so that it noticeably expanded his fuck channel. A horny shiver ran through his body and already made him feel the familiar tingling in his balls. The young garbage worker paused, left the dildo in his hole, and waited a few seconds to let the rising horniness subside. Then he began again with his usual routine, the image of Saad always firmly in view. Again, he imagined that the intruder was in fact the stallion cock of his boss and that he was fucking him horny with it.

With great delight, the young garbage worker gave himself over to his horny thoughts and penetrated the hole extensively with the ever more swelling dildo. Finally, it came to him and the fatigue after the climax set in. Again, this one question circled around in his head: Why did he have to go for his new boss, of all people?