"Hey, Zeke, get your ass out of bed, and into dem coveralls. You shoulda left for work 20 minutes ago!"
Jeff felt the covers move underneath, there were legs under the covers. A gangly young man sat up in bed and stretched. As he stood up he let out a huge fart.
"Dang! That was a wet one. He pulled off his shorts wiping his ass with them. Shook his head, and lamented, "Guess, I'm going commando today."
Lucky me? Thought Jeff as Zeke picked up his coveralls and stepped into him without showering. Jeff could taste the grime and sweat on the young man's body, and the acrid pissy taste of his cock. Zeke left the house without of shaving and hopped on a bicycle and started peddling. Jeff felt himself riding up and down as Zeke pumped the pedals as fast as he could. The fabric of the jumpsuit slid between Zeke's hard butt cheeks. He loved cycling, and put all his heart and soul and sweat into it. He pulled up at the municipal vehicle depot, and leapt off his bike, releasing Jeff's material from its prison between his butt cheeks.
Jeff was thinking this was a mistake. He wouldn't realize how big a mistake until a bit later.
"Zeke, where you been? It's time to pull out, and start picking!"
"Sorry, but I'm on time, ain't I?" Zeke asked.
"Barely," the boss said,
The boss started the engine, and Zeke climbed up on the running board.
"I'll be glad when they get those new automated lifts for the trash cans," Zeke said.
"Then you'll be out of a job, Zeke."
"Nah, Boss, they'll still need me to ride on the running board, and help when the lift arm malfunctions or to straighten the can so the lift can pick up the can."
"Well, until we get them, you're lifting and dumping - got it, Zeke."
"Yes'em." Zeke rolled his eyes and scratched his balls. Then he scratched his ass wedging Jeff between his butt cheeks.
The boss drove the truck out of the yard and down the street. Zeke was being uncharacteristically silent. The boss pulled up at the first set of cans on the alley. Zeke just stood there, as if his mind were somewhere else.
"Zeke. Zeke!"
"Huh, oh, sorry boss, you ever hear of a thing called a Chronivac?"