The garbage black guy
When living in L.A. I used to be at the front garden every time the garbage truck passed along our door. There was one guy in particular I always wanted to see; his name was Jimmy, a huge muscled black guy in his early thirties. I loved to watch him as his T-shirt was plastered against his sweaty body and his muscles were visible as he moved to pick up the trash cans... One morning my loving Victor had flown out of town and I was too horny.When the garbage truck came in, I shouted to Jimmy that...