Next On The To Do List: The Garbage Man

by Diego

Let's see, I've done homeless men in Brazil, random construction workers off the street and married white men whose wives were 8-months pregnant. Just when my hags had thought I couldn't stoop any lower, I come to realize I have the finest motherfucking garbage man working on my street weekdays. If you wanna watch, join me Monday thru Fridays on my fire escape around 1 a.m.

This is not your average garbage man from the Bronx. This is a man who hauls heavy bags of trash all night long shirtless, wearing a Yankees cap and his pants hanging low. Even in a chilly autumnal night he has no shirt on and throws those black bags onto the back of that garbage truck like they were bitches he had just been done pounding, and it was now time to chuck 'em.

He has the kind of body that only a straight man could have: organically muscular without having to go to the gym a single day of the week. I stop jacking off to Shemale porn every night around 12:45 a.m. and go to the fire escape wait for him to pass by. He has never noticed me. I suppose he may be used to the staring by now. Even my straight roommate is aware of his hotness ("That guy, I have to admit, is very good looking".)

Last time my main fag hag was over I showed him to her and she just had to have him too. So we both went downstairs pretending to just be chilling in front of the apartment at two in the morning. We gawked without a hint of shyness. We wanted him to make eye contact so we could offer him a bath upstairs, a nice fluffy towel and then an infinite amount of unforgettable blow jobs.

But he never paid attention to our staring, to our creaming our pants as he spat on the ground, burped and hauled 40-pound garbage bags onto a moving vehicle. So next time we decided I'm gonna dress up as a girl and we will holla at him from the fire escape, like Rapunzel, hoping he will hold on to our braids and climb onto our apartment to pound both of our asses until sunrise. Honey, I won't even mind the smell. Eating ass doesn't smell exactly nice anyway. And that's what I've been doing all Sunday afternoon.