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Street salvage is the term I use to describe my love for grabbing someone else’s trash. One of my favorite places to hunt for “recyclables” is the back side of the office building I work in. The long building houses many businesses that each have a presentable professional front and a dirty crowded backside. Each business has a big blue steel dumpster behind their area where they put their trash. I find all sorts of treasures in these receptacles including wood, doors, pallets and even once a working flat screen. On my way into work I noticed a promising pile of scrap beside a dumpster behind a business that does cleanup of sewer backups and floods caused by broken pipes. Being professionally dressed I can’t risk ruining my dress clothes in the morning so I crossed my fingers and hoped that the stuff would still be there after I got off work.

After a long frustratingly full day in the office I got to leave a little early because I was scheduled to put on a training class that night and the location of the class was 90 miles away. Once I was in the van I remembered the scrap. I drove towards the business slowing down as I approached. The materials looked relatively clean. I thought “Maybe I can stay clean enough when loading it that I won’t have to change and won’t ruin my dress clothes.” Slowly I stopped beside the pile of wood and other materials eyes glued to the pieces I wanted which caused me to miss the presence of a man presumably a worker of the company leaning against the wall next to the business’ backdoor. Smoking a cigarette I presumed he was taking a break probably of the required 15 minute variety. My guess was wrong. Being temporary help of the type who is hired by the job he was actually just hanging out hoping for more work to come his way. He looked to be a tall lean man with a deep dark “work in the sun” sort of tan. The bronze color covered all the skin on him that I could see which was just his arms, neck and head. He wore a uniform consisting of long pants and a short sleeve shirt with a collar. The whole outfit was black or near black. He looked hot so I figured he was probably sweaty too. I anticipated that he was probably not tanned anywhere else what was visible because he most likely wore his long pants and short sleeve work uniform almost every day. He had thinning black hair cut short and a stubble covered face. I loved men who had really dark grey 5 o’clock shadows. This guy didn’t disappoint. He was smoking a short cigarette. Even his face was lean. His lean body was his best asset because it was so different from what has become the norm overweight men like me.

I got out of my van and walked towards the trash pile. Seeing that the worker’s attention was fixed squarely on me I told the man, “You got a pretty impressive pile of wood here is it trash?” He slowly shifted his cigarette from one side of his mouth to the other then pulled his cigarette out of his mouth and said in a deep hoarse voice, “well if you're interested in it then it's got more value than trash.” I laughed and said, “I guess it does. Any chance I can haul some of it off for you?” He seemed to not be able hear what I said so he levered himself up from where he was holding up the wall and walked over towards me. I became very conscious of the fact that he was 4 inches taller than me as he approached. When he was closer, I repeated my question asking “Any chance I can take some of that wood off your hands?” The man thought about it for a moment and then said in an even deeper more hoarse voice than before, “I think we could work something out. Maybe make a deal.” When I asked, “What sort of deal you have in mind?” he slowly said, “Maybe a go behind the dumpster over there sort of deal.” Surprised I thought I knew what he was getting at but wasn't sure so I asked, “uh...what's behind the dumpster?” He said, “Oh it'll be just me and you back there real private.” I thought “Me and you…is there any other reason you would want me to join you behind the dumpster where it’s private besides sex?” Hardly believing that I was being propositioned in this situation and therefore wanting to make him be more specific I asked, “So what does the trip behind the dumpster earn me?” He smiled and said, “Anything you want out of this pile or the dumpster?” I hesitated my mind racing thinking “Do I really want to do this?” He said, “You can have anything you want out of my trash pile or the dumpster if I can have anything I want from you behind the dumpster.” I considered the proposal and decided to go for it. I told myself “Dropping to my knees isn’t exactly hard work or something that I want to avoid. I’ve dreamed about doing it many times since I last tried it back in school. I just need to conquer my fear.” What I was afraid of I wasn’t sure. Maybe getting caught by someone who would not approve and being embarrassed. Maybe I feared something else. Summoning my scant courage I told him, “This sounds like a fair trade to me.” He mumbled something that sounded like “We will see.” I asked what he said. He said louder, “We will see what you say afterwards.” I laughed nervously thinking it’s just a blow job right.” He said, “You better go ahead and load up first. I don't think you'll feel like doing it afterwards.” More nerves stirred my pot. I tried to remember if we had actually agreed on a blow job as I put a confident face on and said, “Sounds good to me.” I hopped back in my minivan and parked it out of the way beside the refuse pile on the opposite side from the dumpster. He didn’t like my choice of parking spot apparently. Frowning and gesturing in such a way as to make me feel stupid he directed me to park my van beside the dumpster. It was clear once I thought about it that this second location for my van gave us even more privacy behind the big blue rusted metal box. When I got out he said, “Load up but make it snappy I ain’t got all day.” I quickly started pulling 2x4 scraps off the pile. They weren’t my preferred targets. There was a door underneath them that I really coveted. I told myself that if I was going to go down on this guy that I was going to get all of the salvage I could out of the deal. The man went over and closed one of the two large openings that allow trash to be thrown in the sides of the dumpsters. The opening he closed was on the outer side of the dumpster closer to where cars could drive by. He closing that door made the dumpster completely block the views of anyone on the opposite side of it. Before it was closed someone driving by or coming out on the loading dock across the way would have been able to see straight through the dumpster from one open door to the next. I hurried to load as much wood as possible and to get to the goodies below. He let me go for a couple more minutes then said, “That’s enough my turn.” Pointing into the pile I asked, “I want that door. I’ve been trying to uncover it all along. Can I grab it?” He reluctantly said, “That old back door? Yeah go ahead but then get over here.” He waved me towards the dumpster as he turned in that direction and started without me. I heard him mumble something about back doors as he ambled away. It wasn’t easy but I wrangled the door out of the trash heap and slid it into my van from behind. Once I had slammed the rear hatch shut I hurried over to the dumpster which was angled across a corner in the back wall of the building making a triangular area that was very private as promised. There was a slight chance of being seen by somebody I worked with so I wanted to get out of sight as quickly as possible. I found the man behind the dumpster waiting his cock already pulled out through the fly of his work pants. One strong hand was lazily massaging it to life. It was impressive. At about 50% hard it was already more than a handful of veiny brown and pink meat. I’m not sure how active my average at best penis had been by that time but the sight of him and his man cock waiting on me stopped me in my tracks and got my lesser organ’s attention. My meager meat valiantly wanting to compete was quickly getting hard when he shifted his cigarette to the left side of his grimace and said, “Today please.” I almost ran over towards him. He kicked aside a beverage can and one of the containers that rice from the local Chinese takeout comes in making room for me to stand in front of him between him and the Dumpster. My eyes went down trying to locate me some place to kneel that wouldn’t mess up my pants. Once I found a suitable spots that seemed to position me in the most private location possible I started to get down on my knees. He grabbed me by the throat and stopped me from kneeling. He leaned close to my ear and quietly said, “We will use this end to clean up after I enjoy your other end.” Slow to respond he decided I didn’t get it and turning me around to face away from him he explained, “You can suck me clean after I enjoy this end.” He kneed me in the butt to help identify which end he wanted to enjoy first. Acting quickly he yanked me back against his body where he wrapped both arms around me to simultaneously hold me in place and to get his hands in position to undo my belt. Once my belt was loose he yanked open my pants popping the snap free and ripping the zipper open in one motion. I wasn't at all ready for this. My plans hadn’t included any possible public nudity at least not on my part. The man wasn’t actually offering me any options and he wasn’t waiting on any approval from me. Quickly his hands forced my pants down to my knees. He then pushed me up against the dumpster forcing my lower half into contact with the metal container and guiding the top half of my body and head towards the opening on the side of the dumpster. I tried to hold back but found myself forced just inside the dark smelly metal box. My underwear crotch contacted the side of the dumpster right below the opening and my hands which grabbed the sides of the opening to keep me from being dumped head first into the huge metal box found something gooey and cold smeared on the sides of the box. My underwear was still up not like my pants which had been shoved down to my knees because he hadn’t grabbed both when he forced my pants down. He bypassed this issue by simply pulling the backside of my underwear to one side and shoving his cock into my butt cheeks. Initially his boner not quite fully hardened missed the mark and slid up above my orifice out into my lower back. He quickly pulled back, adjusted and found the mark. The man pressed his tip directly onto my sphincter, rubbed it around until it slid through and then slammed his full length into me. I've never been happier that I recently added a preventative ass lube step to my morning bathroom routine. It’s best to always be prepared. The film of Asseline petroleum jelly saved me from screaming which probably would have echoed loudly in the dumpster and caused us other problems. As quickly as his pelvis slammed into my ass shoving his cock to full bowel depth he yanked it out again. Clearly a person who doesn't appreciate the subtle pleasures of a slow withdrawal through an oily sphincter struggling to perform its normal duties of keeping things inside of me he was focused entirely on the raw thrill of the power thrust. With no pause at the point of pulling back the man’s whole body slammed his pelvis into me again thrusting his full length through my backdoor at an even greater speed. My sphincter convulsed, my bowels pressurized then released a faint burp of fart gas and my knees tried to give away. There was no way I could drop because of my torso being bent into the dumpster over the metal edge but I know my knees would have buckled otherwise. One of my hands quickly relocated to the lower lip of the dumpster’s door to keep my abdomen from contacting the nasty somewhat sharp sheet metal that was there. This time there was a brief pause at the point of maximum penetration. I couldn't see it but the pause was simply to allow my violator to take a better stance. He quickly found footing that would allow him to thrust even harder. I paid the price for it when he ripped himself out and then rammed his now rock hard sizable cock into me. Again he paused at full penetration and maximum pressure. This time he took a moment to size up our positions then keeping his cock inside of me as much as possible he lifted his right leg up and stepped on my wadded up pants forcing them down to the ground from where they had slid just below my knees. With my pants on the dirty concrete he pulled out and backed up a step. He then kicked my feet as far apart as my pants would allow. Acting frustrated by the delay he tried to step through the triangle made by pants and legs. That didn’t work there wasn’t room. He then stepped on my pants right next to my right ankle before shoving me to the left so hard that I momentarily lost balance. This maneuver pulled my right leg so hard that my foot came out of my loosely tied shoe and my leg popped out of the pants. With my right ankle finally detached from my wadded down pants he was able to kick my feet much further apart spreading my legs wide enough that he could step in between them and get right up against me. Annoyed by the interruption he quickly yanked my underwear aside again and forced the head of his hungry cock into me. He only penetrated me an inch or two before stopping to realign his shaft with my opening then he slammed into me again. When his pelvis slammed my hipbones against the dumpster wall he stayed there for a moment and there was a distinctive grinding press of his pelvis against me. He stayed there long enough to say, “Take it all fat fucker.” Then with no warning he ripped it out of me again. I expected the return stroke to come instantly. I was prepared for it to come back immediately. It didn’t. He instead pulled completely out, produced a knife which made my heart stop and expertly cut my underwear off of me. Two slices and my under garment was gone. The knife disappeared somewhere on his person I think behind his back. He stepped back into position and said, “Open wide.” Confused I started to open my mouth thinking he was going to stuff my underwear into me to gag me but all of that was wrong. My underwear was tossed carelessly onto the ground at our feet. The opening he wanted wide was my beloved backdoor orifice. Actually I don’t think he wanted me to be wide open since most of the pleasure he was getting from ass fucking was coming from overcoming the tightness of my anus. He thrust his semen sword into me again. The movement still executed with great force wasn’t as violent somehow. I noted that my body had responded that time arching my anatomy in just the right way to accept his attack. I was still impaled on his spear but it went in easier doing less damage or at least causing less friction. Helplessly I took him in appreciative of the size and sturdiness of his organ which was very hard not softened at all by the interruption. He said, “Holes tight as a tick.” The saying probably with roots in the south or somewhere else plagued by populations of the nasty pests has never been very descriptive to me. I think it refers to how tightly a tick holds on when imbedded. It’s kind of crazy what my mind can think of in between being pounded in the rear by jab after jab. He banged me again saying “hole won’t be tight when I’m done with it.” I thought as the pain began to change from being bursts of intense discomfort associated only with his thrusts to the throbbing never fading burning pain that builds up due to the accumulated trauma of a massive brutal ass fucking that he was settling into a rhythm. That observation came with the impression that we might be here awhile. That realization led to the thought that I was going to be in trouble when I tried to do whatever I needed to do next. After the next slam I managed to remember that I was supposed to drive 90 miles to the location of my class. He said, “oh baby I could fuck you all day long.” Suddenly as he bashed into me again I began to wonder how long this breeding had taken. Could he have fucked me long enough that I was going to be late to my class and get fired? In and out he went again repeating that he wanted to fuck me all day long. I decided that was my opening. I said, “Not for a door and 5 2x4s. We’re going to have to wrap this...” The man slammed me again erasing the rest of my sentence but it was too late. He knew I had started to want free of the ass fucking he was enjoying giving me. He wasn’t happy about it. I think he may have heard the fear in my voice, fear of what distress another 20 thrusts might put my backside into. If he sensed my fear then he sure didn’t show any pity to me. Angry he said, “The only way I’m not finishing this inside of your ass and then wiping your shit and my cum off my cock inside of your mouth is if you find a loaded gun in that trash and shoot me. Otherwise I’ll be the one shooting you up with my load in at least one of your holes.” Another rip out and slam back into me put the exclamation point on that declaration. I wondered what to do. Trying to calm myself I counted up how long I had been with this fucker taking his punishment behind this dumpster. I couldn’t be sure how long we had been there him fucking me getting fucked. The next two thrusts were violent too and the pain continued to build but my arousal continued to grow also. My cock was pointed down between my legs. It couldn’t rise because I was so tightly pressed up against the dumpster. It was an uncomfortable position for my cock normally but the position wasn’t keeping it from being rock hard. I thought I could even feel some tiny pulses of pleasure going through my trusted friend’s shaft and balls. His buddy my sphincter wasn’t having that good of a time. The little guy was screaming for help during thrusts and crying during the pull outs but I have to admit that the long pauses moments of him just pressed into me were becoming awesome. There was some feeling of closeness with all of this man’s body that was exceptionally rewarding during those moments. It wasn’t just that there was relatively no pain while he held station deep inside of me. Instead it had more to do with some desire to be full of a man who wanted as badly as this one did to be inside me. I held my breath wishing each pause during which I was totally impaled by him would last longer. Suddenly I decided that I was being a coward when I panicked and asked stupidly to end this. I wondered how I could have wanted this to end. I wanted this to never end. Excitedly I decided as another battering thrust came that if I was brave enough to let myself that I could enjoy this fucking like no sex I had ever had. All I had to do was be brave and ride it out or maybe more accurately let him ride me out.

Later that night after teaching my class, during which I lied to my students telling them that my clothes were dirty because I had car problems and had to make repairs on the way, I was driving home. I was wishing a car could be driven standing up because my ass specifically my anus of course ached. My shirt smelled of trash. My pants smelled of sweat mine and his. My butt had a small burn from where a cigarette ash had dropped on me but gone unnoticed. My balls had his semen and something unidentifiable stuck to their hair. All I thought about as I drove was how completely satisfied I felt. The man with the cigarettes behind the dumpster hadn’t noticed and wouldn’t have cared but I had experienced an awesome orgasm. It added to the muck of sticky unidentifiable substances splashed on that old blue dumpster. The man’s last 6 thrusts had been rapid fire helping him to build to an orgasm. They had done the same for me except that I had beaten him to the punch. The last three thrusts the ones that got him over the top had coincided with the spurts of my own climax. It was a surprisingly intense orgasmic experience having my seed pumped out of me while I climaxed. After my friend which is what I call him now filled me full of juice from his testicles, I was lying top half face down on top of the dumpster trash bottom half hanging limp from the dumpster almost unconscious by that time. The man pulled my nearly lifeless body out of the dumpster. He had to hold me up hands on either side of my head in order to fulfil his promise that he would clean his cock off in my mouth. After he washed his cock off by forcing me to deep throat him several times he simply dropped me on the ground, zipped up and walked off without even a goodbye. I eventually got up off the ground and got dressed. In the process I found my cut up underwear. It was useless to me that night but I kept it. I washed it and mended it. I can wear it again but I save it for special occasions. It’s now my favorite pair because I don’t ever want to forget the first time I fucked without quitting due to fear.