Date: Mon, 18 Mar 2024 19:36:44 -0400
From: patrick@mudcub.com
Subject: Stinker's Jobs Part 4: Work Yard Work

Stinker's Jobs Part 4: Work Yard Work

by Mudcub

patrick@mudcub.com

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Warning: This story contains a lot of raunch and man sex. If you aren't
interested, consider this to be a warning. This story should only be
interpreted as one man's fantasy, not as a clearance to actually try any
of the unsafe practices here.

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"Kin I git a ride?" Carl asked me.

"Oh," I was walking back to my truck. "I guess yeah." I was
surprised. "Sure."

"I came with Fred," he explained, and suddenly realized I hadn't seen
Fred in a while.

"He's the boss," Carl laughed. "He left long before we got done
cleaning up."

Bodie was going to drive the pumper truck and bring it to the city's
wastewater treatment plant. Then we could pump it out tomorrow. Carl's
truck was at the office, and if I didn't mind, could I give him a lift?

I felt a little conscious of how dirty my truck was. But I figured I
didn't mind us getting in with my muddy boots and dripping wet jeans. I
made a note that I should buy some car seat covers of something if I keep
getting these dirty jobs from Fred in the future.

I thought we both smelled rank when we were working outside in the field,
but when we both got into my hot truck and closed the doors, the smell
was REALLY thick. I was painted brown from sludge from my nipples all the
way down to my ankles. The septage was really sticky, and even though it
was mostly undecayed shit, it smelled different. Like clay or mud... it
was a the heavy metals and material in the septic tank that didn't
decompose.

I looked over at Carl - he was sopping wet. He was wearing his work
coveralls, and they clung to his body. And I mean that in a good way. It
wasn't until I was so close to him that I realize how BIG he was. His
red beard hung almost to his waist as he was sitting there. His shoulders
stretched from the right passenger window all the way to the left edge of
his seat. Red chest hair poked out of his coveralls where it the zipper
was pulled down almost to his nipples.

I wasn't sure if I should make a move. But then again, the look and
smell of Carl made my dick hard in my jeans. If you don't ask, you
don't git.

"Whew," I said. I unbuttoned my work shirt and took it off. I balled it
up and wiped down my pits. I sniffed the shirt "I need a shower!"

Carl looked at me. "No, you don't!"

I laughed at Carl and threw my shirt at his face. He dodged, and my shirt
fell to the floorboards. Carl laughed, too. He bent over and threw my
shirt back at me.

"No," continued Carl, "I mean you DO stink. But you shouldn't take a
shower."

And we're off! Two horny guys horsing around after work: that's the
international signal that sex is gonna start.

"Don't take a shower yet anyways," he said, and moved closer to me in
the truck.

Carl moved first: his hands moved to my pecs, feeling the tank top I was
still wearing. His big fuzzy face came close and I kissed it -- I opened
my mouth and started to kiss him. This was the burning, completely mutual
kind of kissing. I could see the future -- I could see what the next few
minutes would bring.

I unzipped his wet coverall and reached in -- feeling his chest like he
was feeling mine. It was like rubbing a red-orangle shag carpet. I bet
the guy shed all over everything like a dog. And I discovered he wasn't
wearing anything underneath his uniform. Dammit, I was horny, and a
little too forward, but I made the next move: I pulled Carl's zipper
down as low as it could go, and I reached in his coveralls down to his
dick.

Yeah, Carl wasn't wearing any underwear down there either. And he was a
rock hard as I was. If his hairy chest was just a hint of how big his
furry red public hair was. It was like there was a squirrel shoved down
his pants.

Man, the front seat of my truck didn't have enough room. I was kissing
Carl, and jacking off his dick with one hand, and with my other hand
feeling how fuzzy he was all over. The guy was big, like 250 pounds at
least, but he carried it well. A huge barrel chest, and hairy red-haired
armpits. I was sticking my tongue in his mouth as far as I could and was
about to drop my hand down his sweaty ass crack to see if his hole was
dirty when...

BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAT!

Both Carl and I looked up in shock. That was Bodie driving away in the
pumper truck. He was looking at us through his windshield, grinning like
an idiot. He waved at us as he passed.

Heh, Carl laughed. I sat upright in my seat. "I hope I didn't just get
you in trouble," I apologized.

"Nah," said Carl. "Fred told us you would go along." I didn't really
know what that meant, but yeah -- I often go along. Wherever you wanna
take me.

All of a sudden, the parking lot behind the industrial complex seemed a
bit too much in the open. Plus it was still daylight. "We should go," I
said, and started my truck to go back to the office.

But damn, I was still horny, and Carl was still frisky. I turned on the
radio, and Carl slapped it off. I looked at him quizzically. "We don't
need music," he said.

Or AC, I guess. I left that off, and the cab started heating up. Which
made us sweat more. The stink in there was enough to make me pass out.
But it almost made my dick start to get hard. I started to rub myself
through my jeans, and Carl noticed. He slapped my hand away and did it
himself: he started to knead my crotch roughly, even punching down on my
balls with his fist a little, making me jump.

"Hey!" I said, "I'm gonna get in an accident." I thought to myself
-- yeah, my accident is gonna be me shooting into my underwear. Carl just
shrugged and kept molesting me.

He rubbed my chest with his left paw, pinching my nipples. Carl seemed t
really like hurting me. The idea of doing a full BDSM session with him
sometime made my dick even harder, straining at the sewage-soaked front
of my jeans. I really needed to take me dick out -- it felt like it was
bent in half.

Carl rubbed one hand in my armpit and brought it up to his nose to sniff.
"Whew!" he said, all dramatically, and then made a face like he was
going to pass out. I laughed.

Carl sat back in his own seat and wriggled out of the top of his
coveralls. I could smell his pits, too, in the cab of the truck. I loved
the smell -- I wasn't about to roll the window down, even though my AC
would have felt pretty good right about then.

Carl pulled his dick out of the front of his coveralls and started
stroking it. I reached over to feel, and yup -- it was like holding onto
the gearshift that was in the front seat between us. Sticking straight up
and warm to the touch... I'd love to sit on it sometime. I started
rubbing his pee hole with my thumb -- I like to try and make precum leak
out.

Meanwhile, Carl undid my belt buckle and jeans buttons. He felt the front
of my sloppy jeans, and grabbed my package. He could feel my cock bundled
up in my white briefs. It felt great when he slowly lowered my zipped,
and my dick and balls flopped out. I wriggled on the seat to shove my
underwear and jeans down my thighs, but it was kind of hard to drive with
everything bunched up toward the floor. But I didn't want to pull over
and get totally naked. What if a cop stopped us?

To my surprise, Carl ignored my junk, and moved his hand round the back
of the seat. He took his middle finger and shoved it right up my gritty
hole. Everything was sweaty down there, so it was like my hole was
already lubed up. For me, it felt like I was sitting on a stick or
something.

Wooo! As the truck bounced on the highway, Carl's finger when in and out
of my butthole. He would wriggle it back and forth to try and get me to
open up. With his other hand, he was pinching my nipples something rough
-- like he was daring me to complain. And I didn't want to complain, but
this was all too much. I had a hard time driving with all this going on.
So, yeah, I had to call a truce.

"Gimme a minute," I begged Carl. "I'm gonna pass out."

He pulled his finger out my ass a millimeter at a time, drawing out the
torture. A big smile on his stupid face.

He held up his left middle finger in front of my face. It was painted
brown all the way up to the second knuckle. And damn I could SMELL it! He
wriggled his finger in front of my mouth.

"Open up," he taunted.

Yeah, I'm a whore. I'll admit it. I leaned forward and sucked his
finger into my lips like it was a cock. I sucked it all frantically.
Then, I took my teeth and nibble under his fingernails, trying to get all
the brown off.

Carl put two fingers in my mouth and fucked my face with his fist. Keep
in mind I was still driving this whole time. I seriously drove for
another ten minutes like that -- Carl's hand exploring my mouth. He'd
pinch my tongue or my lips with this fingers. His dirty hand rubbed under
my tongue, all over the inside of my mouth. His hand tasted like chalk or
like sand, probably from all the shit we had worked in.

But we were almost at the office... time does fly when you're having fun.

I pulled into the workyard, and Carl's truck was there. I was so horny,
I was almost panting like a dog. I wanted to rip off my pants and fuck
Carl right then and there. What the hell -- nobody could see us over the
tall wooden fence that surrounded the property. And I didn't see Fred's
truck... not that he would have minded watching Carl and me go at it.

I turned off the engine, open the truck door and jumped out. I literally
hopped out of my boot and jeans, leaving a pile of my clothes in the mud
next to where I was parked.

I nearly ran around my truck to get to Carl's side, I stripped off my
sweat-soaked tank top and threw it to the ground by the time he opened
his door and stepped out. He saw me buckassed naked running at him in the
office dirt lot and busted out laughing.

This was kind of rude of me. I was REALLY forcing myself hard on him.
Sometimes I'm really a "power bottom". But I was so horny, I wasn't
seeing straight. I dropped to my knees, and splashed mud on my shins and
even up my thighs. I started sucking Carl's dick right there in the
office parking lot, kneeling on the rocks and mud and everything.

Carl went, "Oh fuck!" so I thought everything was ok. He did a little
dance, trying to step out of his coveralls. So I helped him out --
without breaking rhythm of my mouth ever leaving his dick, I unzipped the
legs of his pants so he could step out of his coveralls with his boots
still on. Those uniforms are handy that way.

Carl backed up so his bare butt was against the truck door. I mashed my
face into his groin. His red public hair tickled my nose... it was like
sticking my face into a big mass of cotton balls. He smelled like sweat,
but in a good way. I think not wearing underwear under his coveralls lets
his balls air out pretty good, even after a hot day working. I guess I
should try that sometime.

Carl grabbed both sides of my face and pulled me off his dick. Without
saying anything, he walked to the back of my truck. I crawled on all
fours behind him like a dog -- getting my hands and forearms covered in
the parking lot mud, but I didn't care.

Carl hit the lever and dropped the tailgate. "Up," was all he said.

Yeah, getting a blowjob is fun. But you can get that almost anywhere. I
had given Carl's dick the best cock sucking I knew how to do, and now he
was hard enough for the real action. I spread eagled across the back of
my truck, my legs in the mud below us, and my hands in the truck bed,
grabbing onto whatever I could find to hold onto. Some lumber and chain
that was under a tarp, if I remember.

Carl walked behind me. I was all covered in septic tank sludge and mud
from the road -- heavy sweat making tracks down my torso where it was
flowing from my hairy armpits. To Carl, it must have been like fucking a
Sasquatch. But he was game -- he spread my legs, kicking them to the side
with his boots. The he lined up his dick and went ahead right into my
asshole.

I love a good fucking. My asshole was ready ever since he was fingering
me on the highway. It's like the walls of my rectum were trying to milk
the cum out of Carl's dick. It didn't matter how hard he pushed into
me, I would rear back just as hard. It was rough exercise.

I hadn't cleaned out, and I could smell an odor of shit. "Hey, um..." I
started to say, and I turned my head around to make sure everything was
ok back there. Cark took one big hand and shoved my face down into the
truck bed.

"UNH UNH" he was panting. I was like being fucked by an animal, like a
bear.

I relaxed, and I could tell there was shit everywhere. But I was covered
with sewage already, and Carl seemed ok with it, so I let my body float.
It's an amazing feeling -- like I'm looking down from the sky on my own
body. Carl ramming into me, and my chest and head being pressed down into
the dirty floor of the truck bed.

I started licking the truck. Seriously, I did. I stuck my tongue out and
started moaning in time with Carl. I tried to squeeze my ass shut to give
Carl a good ride. But I didn't want to push him out. We rode together
like this for a few more minutes, shit leaking out of my ass and running
down the back of my thighs, mashing into Carl's public hair and getting
his front all messy.

Carl starting hammering into me -- real long strokes. He would pause for
a second with his dick stuck as far into me as it could go. And then pull
out, and ram it in again. Sweat was flying everywhere. And then he
erupted with a "GGGGAAAAAHHHHH" sound, and he left his dick embedded
deep into my ass.

I swear I could feel his cum pulsing into me. He didn't even move, so I
laid as still as I could. I swear I was seeing stars. Carl let out a big
breath of air, and pulled out of my ass. I could feel a handful of shit
squirt out, too, hitting the dirt parking lot underneath us.

Carl stepped away, his dick already semi-soft and flopping. It was
stained brown, as was his whole lower belly from his bellybutton to his
balls. Rivers of brown liquid ran in rivulets down the front of his hairy
thighs. His red public hair shone out of the mud and muck like a traffic
light.

Ok, I admit I'm a drama queen. I'll do anything for a laugh. So, just
for shits and giggles, as Carl walked away, I just melted down the
tailgate. I collapsed onto my knees at the back of the truck, and then
flopped onto my back. My hair and neck right into a puddle of dirty
water. I was probably laying in the remnants of our shitfuck, and my
entire backside was dirty from the mud of the parking lot.

I looked up at Carl. "You gonna leave me like this?" I asked him.

He looked down on me, laying there in the parking lot.

"You shure are a wild one," he said. He bent over and picked up the
coveralls he had stepped out of. They were stained muddy with whatever
they were plopped in. Carl fished around in the pockets for the keys to
his truck and took those out. Then, he balled up the coveralls and threw
them at me.

"Here," he said, towering over me. "Wear these tomorrow."

My own uniform? Cool! I held it up to my nose. It still reeked like
Carl's armpits.

"But don't..." Carl added, "Don't shower until then."

He walked bare-assed naked to his truck, and clicked his keychain, making
his truck beep and unlock. Just wet boot and socks, my shit still
plastered to his crotch, he swung up into his truck and sat down. He did
remember his seatbelt, though.

I still lay in the muck of the workyard. My dick still rock hard. I
wished Carl would force me to lick off his cock and balls. Maybe he squat
on my face right there in the parking lot outdoors. I fantasized that
Carl would force me to eat wave after wave of his shit as it came down
his intestine and landed right in my mouth.

So, I remember Carl starting his truck and maneuvering it around my prone
body and I lay there in the parking lot jacking off. That's a memory
I'll keep forever. I played a bunch of my darkest fantasies in my head
-- Carl fucking me and we would both be naked standing in the septic
tank. Hell, Bodie and Fred joining in... a whole orgy while submerged in
the unpumped sewage.

I thought about sleeping in filth tonight, my body still soaked in filth
and piss and my own shit. I stiak like sweat and crap and Carl's
armpits. I thought I should maybe put on my "new" work uniform and
sleep in that all night -- with nothing on underneath just like Carl did.

I shot a huge load of cum over my head. I don't usually shoot that far,
but this time huge jets of semen roped off from my dick and splattered
over my right shoulder. A line of white spooge tracing over my nipple. I
felt my dick pulse four or five times until everything shot out. I milked
my dick with one hand as I pumped my ass up and down, mashing it into the
mud underneath me.

I lay there for a while panting, noticing how the sky was getting darker
and the day was almost done. I caught my breath and sat up. Then, I
gathered the tank top , boots, and jeans I left scattered all over the
parking lot, and got back into my truck.

I drove home naked like Carl did, though I stopped in the back part of a
parking lot to put my jeans on before I got home. I didn't want to freak
out the neighbors. As it was, I ran shirtless from my driveway into my
house and opened the door as fast as I could. I didn't want anyone to
see how dirty I was, from my head to my jeans. Almost completed brown;
dusty in some parts, still wet in others.

Thinking about the day's events got me all horny again. I remembered
Carl's finger rooting in and out of my asshole, and I really wished it
was still there.

My plan was to get a good night's sleep and come back to the office
refreshed and ready for another day of hard work. But I was so turned on
by how dirty I was that I ended up jacking off well into the night. I
left my new uniform hung up in my bathroom, and I hoped it would dry by
the morning. I woke myself up several times at night thinking, "What is
that STINK?" and then I remember, "Oh yeah, it's me."

So maybe I wasn't in the best condition when I came to work the next day
for Schmidt Cleaners. But you could say that I had the "right
attitude".