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captainlondonman · 4 months

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HiViz Layby

It had been a long car journey back and Dave decided he needed to stop off for a pee. He had stupidly passed the petrol station but saw in front of him a layby and at least he could pee in the bushes. He came off the road to stop the car and in front of him was a local authority van parked up in front. Dave got out and could see there was a gap in the hedge and a slope in the ground beyond. He got out and without looking at the van he went through the gap and down what looked like quite a well worn path. As he reached a clearing he saw the driver of the van facing him with his cock out and legs apart. He was 180cms high, broadly built with a crew cut in full high Viz. Obviously the Local Authority gear with green trousers and hi viz bands, a green T shirt tight against his large chest, and a full yellow jacket. At first Dave thought the guy was finishing having a piss and as he looked more closely the bloke had a massive boner.

Dave did not know what to do, but what he did know was the guy had a large cock and his hand firm around the shaft. He was also wearing full HiViz which Dave really got off on and at times would need to wank if he saw a good looking workie. For now all thought of peeing had gone as Dave’s own dick was rapidly growing down his trousers showing a good sized bulge.

The guy barked “Are you interested or not. If not then get the fuck out. If yes stop staring at my dick and get over here and open up yer mouth.’

‘Fuck the pee’ Dave thought as he walked over to the guy letting his hand rub his own bulge up and down.

‘ I could see that prick of yours was interested. I’m needing a proper blow job before getting back to work so down on your knees.’

Seeing the guy still holding his thick shaft with a nice deep pink helmet, Dave got down ready to suck. As he moved his mouth closer to the guys swollen head, his hands went round the guy’s legs and he started rubbing up and down loving the feel of the HiViz waterproof trousers. Dave had never worn any Hi Viz before but had always imagined how sexy it would be

‘Good. Looks like you love Hi Viz gear. Bet you’d love to wear some while you swallow my cock.’

‘Sure, seeing you guys in your gear makes me so horny.’

‘Glad you said that mate as I like me blokes in gear. So keep that dick of yours nice and hard and I’’ll stuff my cock back in and you can come into he back of me van. A real Alladin’s cave for you. Follow me.’

The idea of seeing more Hi Viz was making Dave’s cock start to ooze some precum forming a

nice stain on his trousers. They walked up to the layby and the guy opened the back of the van.

‘Step inside quick.’ Dave did as he was told and sure enough it was like a dream. Strewn around the inside was a mountain of dirty used HiViz gear from jackets, to trousers and mud caked boots. The van stunk of piss, BO and unwashed feet.

‘So what you think of that eh? Fucking great stench ain’t it. Bet you’d love to get into some of this eh?’

‘Yes please.’

‘So strip off and let me see what I get for you in your size. Once you are dressed I want that blow job smart got it.’

‘Sure.’

The workie quickly sifted through the clothing and threw various items at Dave.

‘These should fit so get them on now. By the way great cock you’ve got there and Christ all this Hiviz I can see is making you so bloody hard. Nice bit of precum I can see.’

Dave was so worked up he wasted no time in putting on the trousers, a dirty ripped T shirt and even dirtier oil stained jacket with a pair of thick muddied boots.

‘That’s better. That’s how I like me men so get down. You’ll have no problem now sucking me dick.’

It was as though he had sniffed poppers. The stink in the van, him dressed as a workie with a workie’s big dick staring him in the face was perfect and his mouth was ready for anything. Again the workie seized the top of his own shaft while Dave on his knees had his hands around the workies legs and arse rubbing the dirty HiViz fabric. His mouth went straight in full of saliva. He let his mouth rest a few seconds as his tongue could feel the whole helmet in his mouth and take in the mix of piss and precum. Dave suddenly felt the workie’s hand around his head.

‘I want you to take the fucking full length’ as he pushed Dave’s mouth all the way down until he could feel the thick black pubes brushing against his lips.

‘That’s better you stinking little workie. Its how you love it in all that gear. So fucking suck.’

Taking a firm hold of the workie’s arse cheeks and with the thick dirty hands around his head Dave started sucking hard the workie moving Dave’s head faster and faster up and down his shaft.

Dave’s own cock was totally rigid inside the HiVz trusets rubbing against the waterproof fabric making him more and more ready to spunk himself.

‘That’s it boy taking the whole length, feel my pubes in yer mouth. Let me push you faster and faster. Christ that mouth of yours is made to do a blowjob. I’m bloody ready to come. I want you to swallow every bit of spunk from my balls.’

When Dave’s mouth was at the top of the workies shaft so he exploded a torrent of cum jet down Dave’s throat. Feeling the cum start rushing down his throat was too much for Dave to hold back any more and his own cock erupted cum inside the trousers and he could feel it running down inside against his legs. Lots of warm spunk.

‘Great blow job mate, and now I need to get back to work. Looks like the gear got you fully worked up.’

‘It was bloody amazing.’

‘Tell you what. This layby is a great cruising ground for workies and truck drivers. So you know, they only like having it off with each other. Anyone in a suit can forget it. We all love our sex dirty. I was so fucking horny today and I made do with you but thank Christ you like dirty Hi Viz. So keep the gear for now and you can come back as I know now you will. Let’s meet up in a week and you can let me know and maybe I can help a bit more. So get the fuck out take your own clothes and as you’re driving home you can think of all your cum hardening inside.’

With that Dave jumped out the van clutching his own clothes in his new Hi Viz

‘Thanks mate. See you in a week.

Dave got home in his new hiviz gear. He could not believe what had happened and his luck. He wanted to see what he looked like so immediately went to stand in front of his mirror.

‘Shit I look bloody amazing. Just like a real workie and the gear is all dirty with oil patches just as if I have been on a site. I’ve even got the council name on the back of the jacket.’

He looked down at his trousers and saw that his cock was tenting. A fucking great bulge in someone else’s used trousers. He may had shed a load of cum but his cock was rigid and he wanted to see himself shoot. He went to unzip himself and then thought that the feel of spunking inside and letting the cum run down was so much better so he started rubbing the fabric and gripping his cock to feel the stiff nylon. With his other hand be brought up to his nipple and started tweaking through the nylon T shirt.

‘Christ this is amazing, one hand working my cock and the other pinching my nipple. All in full Hiviz. This is fucking brill.’

The more he let his hand rub up and down his shaft the more he nipped his nipples. He started shouting at the mirror

‘I’m a fucking workie and fucking dirty workie. I wanna fuck with a stinking workie. I wanna be a workie in Hiviz. I wanna wear this gear all the fucking time. I’m a fucking common workie.’

Shouting to himself while wanking and working his tits got him so worked up.

‘Shit I’m coming man. A full load of spunk from a dirty workie. Here it comes. Workie spunk.’

And with that his cock ejected streams of white cum against the nylon, some of it oozing out to form a big white patch and some running down inside into his boots.

‘Christ that was what I call a wank. The best ever. No way am I washing any of this. The more it stinks of cum the better. The guy said the layby was a cruising area for workies and truck drivers. Christ I need to go and take a look in my gear.’

Later in the week Dave decided to take an afternoon off work pretending he had the dentist.

He took the HIviz gear out of the bag and the first thing he noticed was the smell of dried cum, his cum. Even just putting the gear on again made him rock hard. He decided not to look in the mirror otherwise he would have to wank and he was looking for a bit more. Once his erection had gone down a bit he drove off to the layby. This time there was a van and removal truck parked up with only enough room for him to get in and park. He got out and walked past both van and lorry and there was no one inside either. He walked through the clearing and down the track and he could see two guys who were obviously making out. They were facing each other each one with his hand on the other’s cock. One of medium build with a shaved head was dressed in full yellow HiViz with yellow trousers a soiled vest and a dirty yellow waistcoat. The other was obviously the lorry driver. He was well over 6ft. broad build with a Hi viz waistcoat checked shirt several buttons open to reveal a dark hairy chest, tight work jeans and large Timberland boots. His black hair was long and was greased back into a tight pony tail. His face was tanned with a thick black beard.

The truck driver said ‘Thank God its another workie. We had to tell an office lad to fuck off. Get over here mate and join in. I can see that rigid cock of your stretching down your Hiviz. Three is better than two.’

As Dave approached the lorry man put his arm around him

‘This should be good’ he said moving his arm down Dave’s back to his arse and giving his cheeks and firm clench.

‘Me friend here loves cock and I love arse so we have a winner and you look like you’ll do anything.’

Before Dave could do or say anything the workie put his hand on the outline of Dave’s shaft and gave it a good pull.

‘Let me get my hand in there and see that see that tool of yours boy.’ The workie put his hand inside and took hold of Dave’s cock.

‘That’s a good one you got there. Don’t worry I’ll give you a great blow job.’

‘While you’re taking his cock out undo his waist button for me mate.’

As the workie started to get down on his knees in front of Dave so the truck driver moved the back of his hi viz down exposing his cheeks.

‘That’s a fucking nice bum you have there me workie friend.’ He continued playing with Dave’s arse and spreading his cheeks out. Then he spit some gob onto one hand and placed two fingers at the opening his hole.

‘Let me ease this a bit for you mate and you’ll be able to take my nice juicy cock.’

By now the workie was in front of Dave holding his cock and using his tongue and spit to slide around Dave’s head making his cock tickle but also have a feeling running down his shaft of sheer pleasure

‘I told you he sucks well.’

The lorry man placed his hands firmly on Dave’s shoulders and suddenly he could feel a heavy cock pressing against his hole. Having his cock sucked he knew he needed the full service so he pushed his arse back ready to take what was coming

‘Christ you really want this fuck don’t you mate.’

‘Sure do’, Dave replied, by now his own cock was burning with pleasure as the guy moved his tongue and mouth further and further down the shaft until he could feel the guys lips pressing against his groin.

By the now the truck driver has slipped in past the hole and with Dave pushing his arse backwards so the lorry man moved further and further up the hole.

‘What a fucking great arse you’ve got mate. I tell you, this is much better than fucking the wife. Men are a much better fuck with their tight holes.’

By now Dave was sandwiched between the two, the workie on his knees his head being directed by Dave to move his lips up and down the shaft while the lorry man was pumping his arse with the guy’s breathing increasing with every thrust.

‘Jesus mate you’d better come back here again sometime. This is the best fuck I’ve had in ages. Could almost go fully gay or you. Bet you love this 3 way. 2 workies and a lorry man. We lot give the best sex.’

The truck driver took his hands away from Dave’s shoulders and placed them firmly around Dave’s waist to help his thrusting. Hope you two are just about ready as my spunk is about to shoot up inside you. Yours arse is so great I be shooting right up to yer mouth with what I have to give you. The workie was moaning with pleasure by now his hand was grabbing Dave’s balls and pulling them downwards. Dave looked down and said ‘Yeah pull me balls as you’re about to get an fucking mouthful.’

‘That’s it boy see and shoot your load as I’m ready.’

With one final thrust the lorry man rammed his cock so it was right up to the hilt and Dave could feel the hot spunk being forced out and further up his arse. The truck driver almost collapsed with his orgasm pushing his head onto Dave’s shoulder just at that point feeling all this cum in his arse, Dave erupted into the workies throat and he could see his own spunk dripping out the guys mouth and down his chin.

The workie then sat back taking hold of his cock and furiously starting to wank, his tongue licking all the cum around his mouth.

‘Shit man all this cum around I’m fuckin shooting my load’ and with that his prick let rip stream after stream hitting Dave’s Hiviz and running down to his boots.

‘Don’t wipe that up mate I want you to take that back as a memory of today.’

‘Jesus’ the lorry man said ‘What a fuck. There’s something about you fucking workies that make me so fucking horny. Never fails to give me the best. Me wife can forget any sex for the next few days as I’ll be too busy wanking thinking of the two of you. Well I’d better get on. Thanks for that mates.’

Each got into their own vehicle and the workie and truck driver drove off. Dave slumped back in his chair. That had been the best ever.

Dave eagerly awaited the next few days until he went back to the layby and dressed up in his workie gear to go for his meeting with the council worker. Sure enough the van was parked up and as Dave got out of the car he saw the workie get out of his. He had been waiting

‘I knew you’d be back. Lets get into the back of the van.’

They got in and the workie asked Dave if the clothing had been a success.

‘It’s been amazing like all my dreams come true. I went back in your gear and hooked up with a workie and a truck driver. Christ I’ve never had sex like it. In fact just talking about it is making he hard.’

‘Hearing you talk about it is giving me a boner mate’So you like the gear then. What about being a workie?’

‘I wish I was a workie. If this is what life is like then it’s what I want’.

‘Well we all wish for some thing and not all are possible but some are. Tell you what why not have a change of gear. As you can see I have plenty here from other geezers so let me pick out some more stuff for you to put on.’

‘Yeah I’d like that being in another’s used clothing.’

Dave eagerly stripped off showing off his erect cock. The guy gave it a quick pull.

‘You really love this don’t you.’

‘It’s the best. What I love.’

‘Ok here get this stuff on you.’

Dave pulled on a pair of even dirtier HiViz green trousers. They seemed a bit on the big side but he said nothing and with them being a bit looser his cock was even more tented. He then put on the T shirt which had no buttons so it was gaping down his chest. Again it seemed a bit big. Then the worn steel capped muddy boots and they definitely were too big. Finally the yellow Hiviz thick outdoor jacket.

‘Feels really great but the other stuff seemed more my size.’

‘Don’t worry about that. You said something when we met that you wish you were a workie. You mean that.’

‘In this stuff yes man.’

‘Tell you what mate before we get down to some business I have a little bottle here just like poppers. This will make you feel really great, like you’ve never felt before. Go on have a good sniff.’

Dave had used poppers before so pressing in one nostril he took a deep sniff and then the other. Immediately he felt a heat moving down his whole body. It was like a river a heat moving down his arms and legs even to the tip of his erect cock. He felt dizzy and for a moment thought he might pass out but the same heat was circulating around his head.

‘How do you feel mate?’ the guy asked

‘I feel as if something is happening to my body as if I’m growing and I can feel my skin almost bursting but the heat is amazing and it feels good.’

‘So are the clothes still feeling big?’

‘No oddly not’

‘Go on take another good sniff.’

‘Sure this is great’Dave breathed in as deep as he could.

The boots were definitely now the right size but his legs were wider and no longer baggy in the trousers. He was taller. His torso was bigger and his chest had expanded. His nipples standing proud in the T shirt and the gap in the T shirt showed a chest of thick black hair. He looked down at his hands and the backs of his hands were covered in black hair and his fingernails full of dirt. His hands seemed enormous. Something on his face felt itchy and as he put his hand to his chin he realised he had a full thick beard but his hair had gone and instead it was shiny and shaved.

‘One more sniff ‘the guy said

Dave did as he was told and then felt his head ready to burst. He gave his head a firm shake and suddenly for a moment there was darkness and then it changed to light.

‘Wow mate that was fucking great that stuff.’ Dave’s voice had completely changed. He had a strong accent and it was much deeper. ‘Tell you what mate this stuff makes me so fucking hard and that means one thing. My cock’s going to now give you such a rogering before the bwo of us get back to the depot.’

Dave undid his Hi Viz and pulled out a cock that was a good 9” really thick at the top where it left his thick curly black pubes and tapering to a nice round pink head

Christ that’s some cock I now have, a real cock for fucking workie blokes. I know you’ve a hole in the back of your Hi Viz.’

Dave grabbed hold of the guy, turned him round and shouted ‘Bend over I’m ready for you.’ As the guy bent over he said

‘Great being fucked by a workie especially a guy who’ hairy and thick.’ The workie shouted

‘Cut the crap man’ Dave said and he felt for the hole in the hiViz. Once he found the opening he let a good gob of spit onto his new cock and rubbed it in over his head.

‘Always best when us workies fuck in our gear.’

Dave put his thick set hairy hands on the guys hips and directed his cock through the small gap of the Hiviz feeling the nylon brushing against his shaft and into the tight hole which was waiting for a fuck.

‘Get ready to take my tool’ Dave said and he started to push his dick all the way up. ‘You’ve had a few cocks up you in the past and you’ll be getting more of mine in future. Undo you zip and let me get my hands on that cock of yours. Nice one you’ve got there.’

As Dave started to push in a out at first nice and slow so he could feel the tight arse against his shaft he let his hand slowly up and down the workies shaft but the feeling inside as he reached the hilt was too much he wanted to ram home faster and faster and as he did so his hand wanked the workie more and more. He loved feeling the top of his cock against the Hi Viz nylon and then he could feel their trousers rubbing together

‘That’s it what a fucking great hole you’ve got. Shit man I’m almost ready to spill my load. It feels as if you are too.’

‘Too right mate.’

With one final push Dave let out his cum, gushing up inside the workies arse and the workie ejaculated all over the gear in the van. Both men shouting ‘Fuck, fuck fuck.’ as they came

When they had finished and stuffed their cocks back into their HI viz, the workie turned to Dave and said

‘So how do you like being a workie?’

‘Best fucking job in the world. Once a workie always a fucking workie. Thanks mate. Lets get down to the depot and I just hope the other guys are up for some action.’

‘Don’t worry mate when they see you they all will be dropping their Hiviz.

Dave had made his wish. No longer the little boy but now the hairy man.

Thanks mate you’re a real pal and tell you what I’ll be back at this layby regularly.’

‘Bet you will. Orgy times ahead’

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octuscle · 3 months

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Changed taste

Callum had left after the second act. The production at the alternative opera had been a cheek. The singers had been a disaster. And the announcement of the underground strike had been a good excuse not to have to listen to this debacle to the end. Unfortunately, the underground drivers had shown no consideration for Callum. The strike had already begun. The underground shafts were deserted. So it was a taxi. This contradicted Callum's attitude to sustainability. He always excused his flat in Kensignton by saying that it was so centrally located that he didn't need a car. Only a few of his friends knew that there was an old Jaguar E-Type and a brand new Porsche 911 in the underground car park. Callum's family had made a fortune from property speculation over 100 years ago. He owned the exclusive block of flats in which he lived. This and a few more.

When he came up from the underground, it had started to rain. And he had left his umbrella in the cloakroom at the opera. Underground strike and rain. Not a good combination for getting a taxi. In the shelter of the entrance to the underground, Callum searched on his mobile phone. A bus station was only 200 metres away. And it wasn't raining that hard. So he set off. And after a few metres, the heavens opened their floodgates. A downpour of torrential proportions drenched Callum in a matter of seconds. His dinner jacket was ruined. And his mobile phone only flashed once more before it died in the pouring rain.

The rain intensified. The few passers-by who hadn't yet found shelter quickly ran through the puddles to find somewhere to hide. Callum's best chance was a launderette where the owner or employee was about to lower the blinds. Callum asked if he could seek shelter until the rain had stopped. The young man looked at Callum and waved him in. He introduced himself as Kieron and said that he had to wash and dry a washing machine for himself while he cleaned the launderette. Callum would be happy to stay here for that long. Callum thanked him and asked if he could return the favour somehow. Kieron shook his head and showed Callum where he could find hangers to hang up his wet clothes. And pointed to a basket of washing. A customer had left it here. Callum could take some of it if he wanted to.

The clothes were obviously still unwashed. They smelled of sweat and cold cigarette smoke. There were dried precum stains in the pants. Callum was disgusted. But also soaking wet. And somehow he was… Turned on? Him? By those disgusting clothes. Kieron had switched on some music. Very loud. Gangster rap and hip hop. Definitely not Callum's style. But that didn't matter. He took the laundry basket and asked where he could change. Kieron pointed to the door with the "Private" sign. There were towels there too. Callum thanked him.

After pulling the door shut behind him, Callum took off his shoes, jacket, trousers and shirt and hung everything on hangers. A little hesitantly, he also removed his stockings, pants and vest. He was able to wring everything out, everything was so wet. He took a pair of boxer shorts out of the laundry basket. Yellowed white cotton. Precum and piss stains. Callum smelled it carefully. And then he pressed them to his nose and inhaled deeply. So good! He had no idea why, but it smelled so good! Slimy drops formed on his own cock. The pants were a size 32, not his size. But they fit like a glove. His bulge was frighteningly large. And the wet patch was growing fast. Callum rummaged through the dirty laundry. The polyester tracksuit bottoms did it to him. He pulled them on, just high enough so that the waistband of his pants could still be seen. Now a pair of dirty white socks… Call took his trainers. Yes, they were still a little wet… But they would be fine. The T-shirt that went best with the trousers stank of sweat. Sure, Call had worn it for several days in a row. For sport, in the pub in the evening. During the day, he wore the Hiviz street-cleaning gear. He took his necklace, which he was so proud of, out of his T-shirt. Then he took his tracksuit jacket off the hanger, put on his gloves, put on his cap and posed in front of the mirror. If he played with his balls a little longer, he would cum here and now. Then Kieron would be fucking pissed. After all, making Call cum was his job.

"I hope the damn rain stops soon!" That was the caption under his latest post. Kieron shouted about how much longer he needed. Call opened the door and shouted back that it was up to Kieron when he could finally cum. A few seconds later, Kieron was standing in the doorway, grinning. He put the mop to one side. And got down on his knees.

Inspiration by @barty123

#male tf #reality change #age reduction #chav tf #ai image

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gduk · 3 years

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Car Park Working by Graham Burton

#2018 #GbP #TruckSM24 #construction #hivis #hiviz #orange #workers #workgear #workman #workmen #yellow #©GbP

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tradies2000 · 7 years

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That tradie tongue is huge

#Tradie #Hi-vis #Hiviz #Working #Uniform #Workwear #Workgear #Yellow #Gaytradie #Tongue #Bigtongue #Man #Aussie #Tattoo

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david-imrie-sydney-australia · 4 years

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Bit wet in Double Bay today. Lucky I wore my Wellington Boots. ✔️ #balenciaga #hiviz #yellow (at Double Bay) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDKrwvblxvs/?igshid=1mxuj4p13dbuz

#balenciaga #hiviz #yellow

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taking-over-his-life · 4 years

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Munich Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I had a constant stream of friends and family visit me over the summer, as I tried to pretend that Gunter was in this body, fuck how I enjoyed that. Old boyfriends, shags mates, I played the part well and soon fell into my new life naturally.

I was the son of a rich family, living on an allowance so I didn’t work, and didn't need too, this suited me down to the ground as the sex was just intoxicating, and it was my true drug.

I had been building my body up so the muscles were starting to show and the idea of showing them off turned me on. Bear chested with a leather waistcoat, that was my dress until the rains came. In the clubs and bars I attracted attention, and enjoyed every minute.

One night I had been out clubbing and was walking home. I was out of my mind on speed and drink.

I decided to walk down a tow path near the canal. It was dark, very dark, but in that state I didn’t care. It smelt of dampness and plant life, the dew was on each leaf and stalk.

As I walked in there were the normal tramps sleeping on the benches, I was looking for some hot leather man. I walked right through, about half a mile there was no one there, ‘FUCK’ I said as I headed back.

‘FUCK ‘came a voice from the darkness, ‘please!’ I looked and could see no one, but the voice came from a clump of bushes, so in I went. Stupid fool I would regret this.

I peered into the darkness and a guy got hold of me, ‘You horny fucker, give me your arse’. He started to loosen my chaps, ‘FUCK OFF’ I said, I couldn’t see him , and he was moving too quick. I turned round and started to walk away. An arm came round my neck and pulled me back in. ‘YOUR MINE FAGGOT!!,’ I started to shout, but he forced something into my mouth, it was so filthy and stunk so bad, ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP ’ he said. I was on the ground in seconds, He put his hands in my pockets and took my wallet and money, ‘nice, I need some cash' he said. He went through my wallet, and took a letter, ‘this is where you live homo, is it?’ At this he violently kicked me in the stomach. I doubled up in pain, another followed, ‘answer me’ he said threateningy.

‘Yessss,’ I said in pain, my eyes were getting accustomed to him, I saw him, muscled, but a tramp, so filthy the dirt was so bedded into him it looked like leather.

‘Take me there,’ he said as he stood me up and made me walk in front. No one was out it was 4am.

We arrived at the flat he took the keys and opened it, ‘anyone else in, ‘I looked at him and did not answer, ‘If they are they are dead’ he snarled.

He pushed me in and opened each door. When he was satisfied he pushed me into the bedroom.

Nice place faggot, give it to me, I need a base, maybe take your place. I bet I could be a mincing queen.

I was so terrified. He turned the light on, and I saw him properly for the first time. he was attractive, same shape and look and colouring as me. He could be my brother. He was wearing filthy hiviz over old combat trousers, they were so filthy that they were black in places and were shiny, his boots were worn the leather cracking, they were laced , he just stunk to high heavens.

He started to search and found my cache of chems, wow some supply, we are in for a hot night faggot.

He walked over to me and forced me to take 3 pills, FUCK I thought that’s too much, it wasn’t long before I started to drift.

He lifted a chair and put me on it in the bathroom.

He started to strip, Hi vis jacket hoody, both so filthy and stinking, and threw them at me, ‘your new clothes man’ he said, then the combats, and some filthy piss stained long johns under them and the shoes,.

He was so stinking and dirty. ‘You like faggot eh?’ I did, it was getting me hard and he could see.

He went over to the sink and started to shave, he had a large beard but using my clippers, he soon had stubble and a Mexican moustache.

Now he started to shave his head. When he finished, he washed his face. ‘What do you think queer boi’ he said, FUCK, he looked just like me, He got close to me and started to kiss me, as he did, he fiddled with my ears. As he drew back I could see he had taken my rings and he was positioning them on his ears, ‘There we go’, he said, now he took out my nose ring, and put it in his. ‘Don’t I look the fucking part homo.’ he said as he laughed at me.

My nips had the rings taken then my cock. He was in ecstasy as he said, ‘Fuck these feel so great on me. It will be your clothes next tramp boy’

Next he was in the shower, I tried to stand up but couldn’t and fell, straight onto the pile of his clothes, they stunk but were very horny and I was so out of it on chems, they turned me on. he looked out, ‘don’t try to escape MR I need your clothes, and your identity, Your going to enjoy being a lousy tramp Mr.’ he said smiling.

I was terrified, he was going to take my place, what would he do with me.

He stepped out and dried off.

His dick was hard, now I need your clothes to finish it off.

He lifted my leg and started to pull of my boots, then my socks, my breeches left me next then my jock. He got down and took my cock strap, and then in seconds it was all on him

The more he dressed the more he looked like me. My rings arm bands chain, shirt jacket

The lot

The transfer was complete.

‘Well Mr what do u think?’ He was identical. ‘What the fuck are you going to do, your not me, I am! ‘ I said he responded ‘You are now a loser Mr, I the fucking gay boi now, your life is now mine, nobody will know the difference. Im looking forward to living here, in your gear, with your money and lifestyle. Bet id be a great gay shag eh?’

He then started to dress me in the filthy stinking gear he had worn,

He put me on my back and started to pull the long johns on my legs, they were yellow with age and so filthy huge stains on the arse and dick, they smelt so ripe, it was sickening. He pulled them so far up, they caressed my dick and balls. Real man stink, I was getting hard

I couldn't resist. Then the old combats, they fitted me perfectly, he fastened them, and zipped in my dick, old socks so ripe they were slimy on my feet, holes all over, then his boots. He laced them up. ‘You look good MR’ he said

He stood me up and pulled an old T shirt over my head it was so filthy, and stink of BO and beer

Then the hoody top and the old stinking leather jacket and hi vis.

‘Look’ he said as he stood me in front of the mirror, ‘what do u think what a transformation’. ‘Fuck I'm going to enjoy it here, and you will really like the canal,’ My dick was ridged and seeping, I was so horny, and he could see it, the filthy smell and feel of his gear was turning me on. See ‘you want it boi, be a real man, and ill be the faggot. You can have my history in the army memories of my wife and kids, ill be a filthy worthless rich cunt now giving my arse to the biggest dick. Got to act limp and camp, maybe the change will make you a man,’ he laughed and laughed, he started to feel his arse in my jeans, he enjoyed the leather. ‘Feeling his chest and enjoying every minute. I could see the leather was interacting with him, giving him my sensations and feelings, he was really taking my place. He strutted the room and checked himself in the mirror, each time the leather got tighter shaping itself to him.

He pulled me over to the sink and cut my moustache and rubbed some dirt off his boots and into my skin on my face, ‘dirty fucking tramp, loser.’ he whispered

‘Nooo, please your not me ‘I said slurring my words. ‘Only you and I will know that’ he said ‘Take a drink he said and he forced whisky into me 'I was out of it. I could see and hear but had no control.

He got a house plant and forced my fingers in the soil and rubbed the dirt in my hands so I looked the part. He lay me on the floor and pissed all over me, then he lifted me up, I was helpless. He lay me over the sink and started to push his huge dick deep inside me. There was nothing I could do. I enjoyed the feeling so much, I came twice adding to the filth in the long jonhs, then I pissed myself, He pulled at my shoulders as he lunged into me, ‘í want to be you, gunter, Im the faggot now, I want to live your life, Your Nathan, enjoy your new life' he started to cum wads deep inside of me.

I lay on the floor watching him, he was exactly like me, fuck he couldn’t pull it off surely. I'm no tramp. I watching as he got used to my flat and gear, my food, sitting at the table, eating from my plates, wearing my gear, Then phoning on my phone, as he sat down the leather gear moulded to his shape, ‘it s good to be gay ‘he said, laughing at me. He lit up a joint and sat with his boots on my stomach, or rather my boots. He was reading my papers memorising things about me, reading my letters finding out about my family, ‘gunter hammerstaed, that’s me, true fucking German.’he said, looking at me. He repeated my birthdate place of birth etc, things about my family. ‘I'm you now Gunter, I'm you, I'm the faggot boi, me a rich little cuntboi. And you’re the tramp’. he laughed

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

He opened it. It was Peter, ‘Hi Gunter’ he said, and kissed him, he responded. In he came, I tried to speak, peter help, he kicked me hard, ‘who the fuck is he’, said Peter, some old tramp I took pity on’ he replied.

‘Fuck you’re a brave man letting him in here.’ said Peter. I tried to get peters attention, but it wasn’t too long before he was on top of the impersonator and in bed, after hours of fucking peter didn't notice any difference and believed it was me. What was I going to do. Before he left Gunter said, ‘give me a hand getting him back to the canal.’

Peter and him took an arm each and walked me over to the canal It was dark and damp and smelled, of the vegetation around, I tried to speak but couldn’t, Peter said ‘he fucking stinks, maybe we should just fuck him and let him float away in the canal better ending for him’. and he found the spot where we met, there was some cardboard and a few possessions, he lay me down, and whispered, ‘enjoy it, this is you now.’

They both walked away.

It was mid day and I woke up, I was still well gone but could walk, I was going to have that bastard. As I walked towards the flat, there he was with peter in a street café, wearing my levis chaps high boots waistcoat, and cap. My piercing in his ear shone in the sunlight and it caught the silver ring in his nose, his nips stood out with my rings in the and my thick silver chain lay round his neck.

He was wearing al my rings one on each finger, fuck I looked great I thought, that’s my image and I'm having it back, Petr will help me. Fuck he looked great, but that was my life and I was going to have it back. I went up to the table, and got hold of him, ‘your cunt’ I shouted and pushed at him, Peter jumped up and grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me throwing me into the road, ‘FUCK OFF YOU FILTHY CUNT ‘he said. He looked at the impersonator, ‘see I said you shouldn’t help.’ @ Peter its me ‘ I said, but my voice was still slurred.

‘Go away boi,’ he said to me ‘or ill call the police’, ‘call them’ I said, and they did.

Within minutes they were there, and they explained I had attached him. Peter witnessed it as did others, the police held me and I explained my story, they looked at each other, ‘careful, he has a knife’ shouted the impersonator, ‘where’ said the policemen, ‘he put it in his leg pocket’ he said. The pushed me on the front of the car and searched me, yes it was there, and they found crystal meth, enough to deal, ‘Your coming with us' they said, I was in shock lost didn't know how to react

‘No I screamed, he has stolen my life I'm Gunter hammerstead, not him’, he and peter laughed, ‘too many chems they said’ to the police. I was cuffed and bundled into the back of the car. Then it struck me this nightmare was real

In the car I tried to tell the cops but they ignored me, ‘fucking shut up you dirty filthy tramp’ they said.

I got to the station, and they searched me. He had a passport on him, Nathan johns, he was exactly like me and me him. I was a Canadian. They took my fingerprints and picture and his name went on the record. Fuck now my fingerprints matched his identity , nooooo.

In the morning I was thrown out. So back to the canal I went, then to my flat. The clothes stuck too me, and the smell was riveting, he opened the door,'FUCK’, he cried and pulled me in.

‘You cunt go away, I don’t want you here Nathan. This is my house my life, ive taken it from you, I'm Gunther now’ he said , ‘NO!’ I shouted, he threw me against a wall he was strong, and it winded me. The next minute he was on top of me,’ like your new name Nathan?’ He said, ‘like your filthy clothes and your new life, Canadian boi’,he sneered. I struggled but couldn’t move. ‘Now I am you cunt, understand it, or ill wipe you out,’ he showed me a syringe, I struggled and he jabbed me in the arm, . ‘next time cunt Ill overdose you., and they will find you in the canal, and who the fuck will care about a tramp.’he said

‘I need you passwords and bank codes, faggot, so spill the beans, give them to me’. I passed out.

When I woke up I was tied down and gagged. He was sitting at the far side of the room, napping. He looked unbelievable, it was me, tight leather jeans with a white stripe, fitted him to perfection showing every curve, the highly polished boots,, on his feet, the waistcoat, tatts on his arms identical to mine, his tan, piercings, the muircap, he was an exact replica of who I used to be.

I struggled, and he woke, ‘Keep still Nathan, ’he said 'm not Nathan, I'm Gunter, ’I shouted. Suddenly he delivered a huge blow to my face,’ NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN. You are Nathan’ he screamed.

I started to speak and he forced my mouth open and forced some drugs in. ‘Your with me now till you’re a full time druggy Nat’. and he started to laugh, I was tripping and couldn’t stop myself

.Hours went by, I woke up, he was there , ‘who are you’ he said ‘gunter’ I replied. he punched me so violently, and more drugs were forced.

Again, ‘who are you' he said. I looked into his eyes so angry so evil, I hesitated, he looked at me, with pure evil. ‘I'm I'm I'm Nathan’ I said with tears rolling down my face., ‘Good he said, who am I' ‘Gunter I said

‘Excellent boi’ he said , he questioned me on my family and I told him everything he wrote it down then bank accounts the lot, he had my history my money my gear my house my looks, he was me.

And me, well Nathan is my name now, I'm a tramp in Munich.

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Sewer Man

Josh felt in a great place. He was doing well in college, had the pick of the girls and with the curly blond locks and good physique helped by much time at the gym, he was going places he thought. He was on his way home walking alongside his mate, Tim and passing a building site where clearly there was work going on in the sewers. You couldn’t avoid the stench stretching as far as the pavement. Just as they were about to pass a stocky,middle aged man in full yellow mud stained Hi Viz waterproof clothing and mud caked waders came into view, smiling at the lads as they walked past.

‘I tell what Tim, one thing is for sure, I ain’t ever gonna end up in a job like that looking as shit as he does. Christ look at him with his overweight body and doing such menial work.’

Just after they passed the bloke, the man shouted out

‘Hey mate looks like you dropped this bottle out of your bag.’

‘Not sure it’s mine,’ Josh retorted gruffly

‘Sure is mate, I saw it just fall out as you were looking at me. It ain’t been opend so you might as well have it.’ He said coming up to Josh to hand over.

The smell from the man with the sewer slush all over him made Josh want to throw up and get the hell out so thinking it was best to quick accept.

T’hanks very much’ as he grabbed the bottle.

‘Sorry about the smell lad but you get used to it.’

Josh grimaced as he took the bottle and stuffed quickly into his bag, moving on.

‘Christ what a fucking job he’s got and he thinks you get used to that smell. Not bloody likely as far as I’m concerned. No one would want to look and smell like that’

Josh and Tim walked on eventually parting ways and Josh thought when he got in he would get on to his computer and get some college work done for the following day. Later in the evening with the bottle sitting unopened next to his lap top he started feeling a bit horny so unzipping his trousers he started to cruise online enjoying some of the porn sites seeing girls giving blokes blow jobs. As his cock started to grow he opened the bottle and took a swig of the water.

‘Odd, it doesn’t feel just like water but it’s not bad. I’m still sure I never dropped it. As the water slid down his throat so his cock hardened, much stiffer than normal, he was ram rod stiff and feeling so constrained in his trousers he put his hand in to yank out. As his full thickness came out so his cock sprang up showing a nice gleam of precum. He looked at the photos on line and thought to himself.

‘How come this is making me so horny, I need to search for something better’ so without thinking he typed in

Horny HiViz workies on Tumblr and immediately a whole page of websites came up. Guys in Hiviz, Bears, chunky workies with full beards and arses showing.

‘Shit what is all this I have never looked at this before but my cock is telling me I love it’. He stared at the screen, seeing photos of Hi Viz guys sucking one another off, fucking each other in portacabins, big and beefy and the bigger and beefier, the more he kept staring and the more his cock bounced.

‘Shit this is great, these guys are so turning me on,’ he said as his hand started to slip down and grasp the full ramrod thickness. The more he stared at the screen the more his hand started to work his shaft and he sat further back in his chair , his legs wide apart so he could see his full 8” and feel the pulsating hardness.

‘What is it that’s making me love seeing these hairy workers shag each other but it’s such a turn on.’

The one video of two blokes in a portacabin with one bent over a bench his HIViz taken down round his ankles showing a large hairy arse while his mate unzipped and took out his thick cock spitting on the shaft and rubbing it in with his dirty hands ready to take his mate up the arse. The guy’s pot belly was hanging over his trousers but that was part of the arousal for Josh. He played the video over and over again his hand jerking his cock, moving up and down the full length. He could feel himself coming and arched back in the chair groaning as he could feel his cum ready to burst from his balls and up the shaft.

‘This is the best wank ever’ he thought and with that he spurted load after load of cum the first load hitting his chin and then all over his body, great arcs of creamy cum.

‘Where did all this cum from? I never wanked like this and had so much.’ And his heavy breathing subsided.

Cleaning himself up Josh went to bed and all night he could not get the picture of the two burly hairy workies fucking each other out of his mind. His cock kept getting hard every time he thought about them.

Getting up the next morning he decided he could not be bothered going to college and would chill out at home. As always he liked to look at himself in the mirror admiring his 6 pack.

‘Christ something seems a bit different’ he said examining himself. The blond hairs on his arms were starting to go a darker colour and his smooth chest was showing signs of a dark stubble not just a little patch between his tits but stretching up from his waist and up towards his neck. Even his legs seemed to have a coating of darker hair.

‘It was not like this yesterday’ he thought but in some ways he thought it made him look more masculine so he then forgot it and started to get on with his day. Seeing the bottle of water he decided to take another swig, it wasn’t that bad. Again as it went down his throat so the tingle started again and so his cock hardened making a thick large bulge in his chinos. He felt good and suddenly he knew he needed to go out but wore a long jacket to cover his hardon. Without thinking he walked into town and stopped outside the barber shop where he had seen several workies go in for their cuts. There was only the one barber but the guys always seemed happy to sit and wait. But today there was no one waiting so he was drawn inside.

The barber turned and said

‘Hi Mate needing a cut? He was a bear of a man. 6’2’’ with shaved head and bushy dark beard. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt and his hairy arms bulged out and the buttons could hardly keep in his belly which was straining at the fabric. A pair of fatiques showed a large arse and a decent bulge at his cock.

‘Yeah thanks’

‘So what do you want? Just a trim with those blond locks of yours.

Without thinking Josh blurted out ‘No I want the lot of off Make my head look like yours , basically a skinhead.’

‘As long as you are sure. It will certainly make you like a real man’

‘That’s what I want’ Josh replied so certain.

The barber took out his razors and started shaving each side of Josh’s head and Josh could see all his blond locks falling in to the floor but he didn’t mind. Then he felt the hair on the back of his head go leaving a stubbly mess all over.

‘I’m gonna put some shaving foam all over your head and then take the sharp razor for a proper job.’

‘Fine by me’

As the barber worked on his head Josh could still feel his cock so stiff that it was almost painful. With the hair cape over him he started to stroke his dick and move it around in his chinos to make it more comfortable. The barber was moving around the chair and Josh could feel the guy’s belly rubbing against him. Josh was loving that flesh against him and started to mildly push his body against the chest and feel it sinking into him. Not sure what was going on but he started to think the guy was responding and pushing a little more. As Josh looked down he could see the guys enlarged crotch sitting on the armchair, the bulge pushing against his fatiques and showing the outline of an definite knob on. Josh couldn’t understand why he was getting so aroused by this fat guy with the big cock when he was hetero but he felt himself so horny and loved the guy’s beer belly tight in against him. His hand started stroking his own cock thinking he was being discreet.

‘Looks to me mate as if me scalping you is getting you worked up. I know damn well that hand of yours is stroking your dick.’

And with that the barber undid the cover and took it away.

‘That’s some erection you got there, Christ it really is straining down your leg.’

Not knowing what he was saying or why Josh found himself saying

‘I love feeling your belly rubbing me and that cock of yours looks pretty erect to me.’

‘Sure is mate, a good sized bulge.’

‘I’ve never sucked a cock before but I really want to give you a blow job

‘Looks as if you have come to the right place. You won’t get a better dick than mine to suck. Just as well you have a big mouth to take it all. Let me lower the blinds and lock the door.’

Josh needed to let his cock out and he was so hard he could hardly let it out of his chinos. He turned to see the barber coming back towards him, his belly hanging over his belt and his hand rubbing his expanding crotch.

‘So you like a big guy with a big dick, eh boy.’

‘Sure do.’ Josh replied his hand reaching out to grab the barbers crotch and he could feel a huge pair of balls and thick erect dick.

‘I’ve never sucked dick before but Christ I want this man’

‘Let me help you’ the barber said as his meaty hands undid his zip and let his cock bounce out. ‘You’d be amazed how many workies have had this down their throats.’

His dick sprang out of a forest of dark pubic hair really thick at the top a full 9inches tapering and revealing a large cut dark pink head.

‘You sure look as if you’re gagging for my dick.’

The barber took hold of Josh scalped head and pushed it towards his cock.

‘You can get hold of your prick while you suck me off. Not a bad knob you have there boy it sure is fucking stiff.’

Josh could smell the sweat of the man’s cock as he opened his mouth. He may never have sucked before but he knew what he wanted and he wanted the whole length. He let his tongue gently rub around the head taking in the first drops of precum. It felt good and he let his tongue lick his lips to savour the taste and smell.

‘I need a bit more than a fucking lick, open yer whole mouth. My workies know how to suck cock.’

Josh opened his mouth wide and slowly started to take in the length, slightly gagging at first, tears coming to his eyes but he knew he wanted the full and more than that he wanted to feel his scalp touch the man’s beer gut which was hanging over his fatiques. As the barber’s ock was nicely tapered so he was able to move up the shaft, his saliva moistening the thickness.

The barber took hold tightly of Josh’s head and pushed him against his groin.

‘Take the whole bloody length’ as he plunged his cock the whole way until Josh’s mouth was almost glued against the forest of dark wiry pubes. Taking the prick was one thing but for Josh feeling his bald head rubbing against the flabby hairy belly was the best. As the barber pulled him in and out and as the cock slipped all the way down Josh’s throat so his head moved in and out of the soft hairy belly.

‘You fucking love dick but I think you love a beer gut even more. Go on push yerself right in. You suck just like a fucking wired up workie. They suck the best. Maybe you should think it over. I fucking love feeling all that spit of yours on my shaft.’

Keeping hold of Josh’s head the barber started humping faster and faster and by this time Josh had his hand gripped round his own dick wanking as hard as he could, loving the feel around his cock head.

‘Shit man I,m gonna cum, keep wanking boy I want to see you shoot as you take all my spunk.’

With one final push so Josh’s head sank into the barber’s belly he let out wad after wad down Josh’s throat so much that it was spilling out and down his chin.

Josh let out a huge groan as his own cock erupted up and over his shirt great white globs all down his front.

‘You are one fucking randy little cunt, boy.’ The barber said wiping his cock to remove the dripping cum. Well time for you to have a look at your head and see what you think. Not sure what it is mate but you seem to have changed a bit since you came in. Is it just the scalping?’

Josh looked at his reflection. His eyes opened wide in astonishment. Sure enough all his blond hair had gone and a gleaming bald head was in its place which he thought looked so different but liked, in fact he loved it. However his blond facial hair which was never very heavy and besides he shaved every morning, looked very different. It was not just a very dark 5 o’clock shadow but it was a short bristle and seemed to take up half his face which in itself seemed bigger and wider. He then looked down his body and hardly noticed all the cum stains down his shirt. What he did see was that his body was almost wanting to bust out of his shirt. The shirt had been fine when he put it on but now not only could he see a pair. of man boobs but his belly was tightly pressed against his shirt and his arms were almost ripping the sleeves open. Not only that but there was dark hair showing right up to his neck. Is this me he asked himself moving his hands around to make sure the reflection showed in the mirror. It was him. Gone was the boy next door look and in its place was a bald dark guy with a thickening body.

‘I know it is me’ he thought ‘and somehow I like it.’

The barber said ‘You can’t leave here with that cum stained shirt. I think I can help you out, wait a mo.’

He went out the room and came back in with a battered bag.

One of my workies left this recently but hasn’t come back for it. It has a HiViz jacket inside plus some other things so you might as well take the lot. Look here’s the jacket.’

He pulled out a filthy jacket full of dark stains, some areas looked more black than yellow.

‘I can’t wear that’

‘Well you either put that on or everyone sees you’ve been having a good wank. Up to you mate.’

Josh took the jacket and thought

Christ where has this been its almost as if it’s been down a sewer.’

Gingerly he put it on. But it was too big.

‘Forget the size mate at least it will get you home.’

‘I’ll just leave the rest’ Josh said.

‘Oh no take the lot I don’t want it messing up my shop and beside I don’t want that smell around me. Tell you what since you gave me such a great blow job I won’t charge you and you can take the bag as a thank you from me. Now get the hell out and let me wipe my cock before the next workie comes in. You never know what he might be wanting.’

As Josh slunk home he was at first worried someone might recognise him but thought with his shiny scalped head, his now dark semi beard and thicker body plus the dirty HI Viz jacket no one would want him. Also the smell would put people off. However as he carried the bag not knowing what was inside, there was something about the smell that he started to like.

‘Christ it’s like a sewer but I am feeling turned on and he could feel his cock grow the more he breathed in the foul smell. ‘Thank God the jacket is covering me, just as well it is too big’ he thought as his cock inched its way down his leg.

Once home he took the jacket off and laid it across his bed, dumped the bag on the floor and found himself having to wank gain to get his cock back to normal. When he had cleaned himself up he felt so tired and took another gulp of the special water before undressing and collapsing on his bed under the jacket.

‘God I must have slept for hours he thought as the daylight poured in I’d better get up and prepare for college’ as he struggled out of bed. As he passed his mirror he suddenly halted and stood back to look at himself. He had to touch the mirror to know that it was him. The blond college guy had gone. In front of him stood a slob. He was now taller than yesterday, gone were the slim muscle legs. They now looked like hairy tree trunks, thick curly hair from his toes all the way up and around his crotch. But his crotch was massively thick with hairs and now he had a pair of very heavy balls. His nicely sized circumsized cock was longer and thicker and uncut. The dark hair continued all the way up and across his chest. The slight belly he had yesterday and now ballooned out to a full beer gut hanging over his belly and his man boobs almost needed a bra with huge fleshy nipples. The dark hair continued up and around his shoulders and as he turned in the mirror so it continued down his back and Christ his arse was a positive jungle. His head was still totally shaved and gleaming but the 2 days growth of beard was now thick and bushy. Staring at himself he panicked and as he stared dumbfounded he could smell BO from somewhere. Christ it was him as he lifted his arm and smelled his now hairy armpits. ‘Its as though I have not washed for a week.

How the hell can I go out’ he thought ‘as none of my clothes will fit me, I not just big but I’m fat and almost craving for a beer.’

He then remembered he had worm the Hi Viz jacket the day before and it was what he thought way too big. Perhaps there were some clothes in the bag he could at least wear until he got to a shop.

Lifting up the bag he let the contents fall onto his bed and with the clothes came an avalanche of dirt. ‘What the hell is all this?’

As he checked through he saw a worn dirty and pissed stained jockstrap, the piss marks now almost brown. A dirty T shirt with holes under the armpits smeared with grease. A pair of HIViz trousers which were almost as black at the jacket, a thick belt, a pair of dirty thick socks that at one stage may have been white but now were grey and finally the items that had made the bag so heavy, a pair of waders caked in dirt.

‘How the hell can I go out in these but I have no option’ he thought. Firstly he put on the jockstrap which was a perfect fit and let his new cock fill it out. His cock stirred as he gave himself a hard grope. The T shirt was tight making his boobs stick out and his nipples so obvious, it was a bit short so when he put on the HiViz trouers his hairy belly stuck out under and over the tight belt. Next the waders and he felt the rubber attaching itself to his legs as he pulled them up. Finally the jacket which today was a perfect fit. He walked back to the mirror to look and picked up the almost empty bottle to down the last few drops. He stood facing himself his legs wide apart, the waders almost rising to his groin so his crotch stuck out, his meaty hands jutting out from the jacket. And his belly dropping down over the belt. Instead of feeling disgusted at his look he smiled and felt that he looked right, he looked a fucking fat beery thicko workie and already he could see his crotch getting bigger and his cock more than semi erect.

Now he knew what he needed to do and where he needed to go.

Josh walked back to the building site he had passed a few days earlier and the guy was standing waiting and signing towards him.

‘I knew you’d be back Joe. This is where you are meant to be and shit, look at you, a right slob of a workie, perfect for us to get on with the job down the sewer. Get your hard hat on and let’s climb down. I lead the way and you follow

Josh did as he was told and climbed down into the sewer. The stench rising to meet him. Once down the lights were dim but as he stood and took in the foul smell so his cock started to grow. He fucking loved the smell and felt at home., giving his crotch a pull and his cock slid down over the waders.

I knew you’d love it down here Joe. I can see that cock of yours loves it too. So does mine, the Boss said unzipping his Hi Viz. I think you and I have a bit of unfinished business eh? Now get over here’

The Boss put out one of his dirty shit covered hands and grabbed Josh’s cock squeezing his balls tightly.

A nice package you got there Joe. I might want a bit of that later. Bet you love vthat dick of yours in the jockstrap with all that dried piss. That piss is mine mate so you can feel all that rubbing against you. Time we let that beer gut of your out. Bet you never thought you’d have a hairy gut that size. The Boss released the belt and opened up the HiViz trousers showing Josh’s thick pubes.

‘Now turn round and stand against the wall’ and with that the Boss pulled down the trousers so they rested on the top of the waders. Jesus that is one hairy arse you’ve got. I will need to really push my cock past all that bloody jungle. The Boss took his hands over the arse cheeks and prodded into his hole. Seems you have a good sized hole there Joe. You’ll need for my cock.

The Boss undid his own HiViz and let his cock spring out, gobbing onto the shaft and with his hand mixing the spit and the shit. Along the shaft.

Bet you love getting shafted win those waders and you can take in the sewer stench at the same time.

The Boss kicked Josh’s legs wider apart as he directed his cock into the hairy crevice, pulling his cheeks wider apart so as to take the thickness of his prick. As he slid in his cock so Josh pushed out his arse to take the length and bonce the Boss could feel his dick sliding up with the mix of spit and shit he brought his hairy hands around Josh’s waist.

Not much of a waist you have there now. One big heavy hairy beer belly.. Let me get my hands over this mass and squeeze you. As he rubbed his hands over Josh’s belly so he pushed his cock up to the hilt , their waders rubbing together.

This is it Joe, now who’s the fucking middle aged fat workie. We are both hairy HiViz blokes down the sewers and you fucking love it , eh.

Yes Boss go on keep humping me. I’m so fucking hard with that cock all the way up my hairy arse.’ Josh said as he took one of the boss’s hands and move it up to his boobs. ‘Go on work my big tits. My boobs are almost like a woman and I lobve them being worked over. That’s right really squeeze my nipples’

‘ A right fucking dirty workie you are. Shit man you haver me almost ready to come’ the Boss said as he was pummelling Josh with his dick while one hand squeezed his belly and the other pinched hard his tit..

‘I’m fucking giving you it mate and you’re gonna take every drop of my spunk’

With one final ram the Boss erupted his cum all the way up Josh’s arse.

You ain’t coming yet Joe. I want to have some that spunk of yours a bit later so you will just need to hold back or now. Besides now you are down the sewer it’s time for some work to be done. Life ain’t so bad is it. A belly like yours, stench of shit, dirty all the time and a right hairy bugger to boot in those fucking waders.’

‘ Thanks for all this Boss. I don’t want anything else.

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