Date: Tue, 15 May 2007 17:16:55 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: "Castoff Goods"

			       CASTOFF GOODS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     "You know better'n that!" Cliff chided as he watched Tyler drag the
old TV set up and put it on top of the garbage truck. The ropes let him
lash it up there, and Cliff shrugged, hauled the bin himself alone over to
the rear of the truck. A careful push let him lock the bin into place.
     "Ready whenever you are, Rockefeller." he said to Tyler.
     "Can you get the rope on that other side?" Tyler called back to him.
     "Sure." Cliff said and he went over and tied the rope on. "But you
know darned well nobody ever throws away a working television set. You're
wasting your time with this."
     "My time to waste, isn't it?" Tyler argued.
     "Sure." Cliff sighed. "Let's get moving." Bad enough they were short
handed, only the two of them on this truck, so Tyler had to drive and then
put the truck in neutral, help Cliff haul the bin over to the back and then
run back and operate the lift to dump the trash into the truck. Cliff did
it by himself when he could, but it was a strain. And made worse by Tyler's
insistence on testing out every piece of electronic crap that came their
way.
     Castoffs from wealthy families. Maybe they would throw away a working
television set. But it wasn't likely. Hell, you could always put the old
set into a bedroom or give it to the maid or something. Still, Tyler kept
trying and kept bringing it all back to work the next day and throwing it
into the truck where it should have gone to begin with.
     Sure, all sanitation workers (Hell, Cliff wasn't proud, make that
"garbage men") would scrounge among the rubbish for things of value. Cliff
did it himself now and then. Not too often. Maida, his live-in girlfriend,
always sniffed when he did that, swearing the stuff stank of garbage when
it never did. Of course, she thought he always stunk of garbage after a
shift until he took a shower. You'd think a girl who'd fallen in love with
a garbage man would have known a few stinks came with the territory. Not to
mention the castoff goods.
     People threw out things they didn't need. Unless they decided to hold
a garage sale with it or something, there was always something in the day's
take that you could take home and get some use out of. Like that coffee
table in Cliff's living room right now, it had been out with the garbage
one day. He had taken it home and buffed it and given it a fresh coat of
laquer and it had looked just fine. Maida hated it, though, soon as she'd
found out its origin after a fight. Same for the lamp set he had in the
bedroom, one shade was damaged but you stuck it in the corner and you
couldn't see the bad spot. And both lights worked just fine, the ceramic
towers were a bit chipped, but some paint he'd dabbed on helped hide
that. People shouldn't be so damned wasteful, he kept telling Maida. Their
carelessness was his wealth. One of the perks of being a garbageman was
getting all the stuff they tossed out, thinking it was useless.
     He climbed back onto the truck and waved. On down the curved road they
went.
     Cliff saw it there on the edge, shining in the early morning dawn. A
big, beautiful book shelf! Six feet high, nearly that wide, with five sets
of shelves in it. Damn, he could put that in the living room and put all
kinds of stuff on it.
     "That set of shelves are mine!" he called to Tyler.
     "All right!" Tyler said. "You think it's going to go up on top of the
truck, though? And how are you going to get it home with you?"
     "I'll figure out how." Cliff said.
     Unless there was something wrong with it. He scrutinized the shelves
carefully. Nope, it was fine. Made of pressed-board with a faux wood-grain
covering, the bookshelf was a bit battered on the corners, but still very
useable. Probably the former owner had bought a true wood bookshelf and
tossed this poor but serviceable bookshelf out as now being beneath his
station. Dumb ass. It was his now!
     Getting it on top of the garbage truck was a major chore, the shelving
weighed something like a hundred and fifty pounds. But Tyler grinned and
struggled with him all the way. Then they teamed up to haul the bags near
the shelf over to toss it into the hopper on the back of the truck.
     "A good day's haul so far." Tyler said when Cliff climbed into the cab
after that. They were ready to make a trip into the yard now. And it still
wasn't yet six a.m.; they'd get two more runs in today before eight o'clock
if they were lucky. Then that baby was going home with him and into his
living room! It'd go along that wall where the TV set sat in the corner,
the angle kept him from putting anything large along that wall, but this
shelf ought to slip right in.
     "Yep, a good day's haul." Cliff agreed. "Not a durned thing wrong with
that bookshelf, neither."
     "Hope that Maida lets you keep it." Tyler said.
     "Yeah, she's funny about castoff goods." Cliff said, not for the first
or the twentieth time. "I don't know why she sniffs at them. Everything I
take home is perfectly good."
     "Yep." Tyler nodded.
     "How does your wife feel about you taking in all those electronics."
     "Doesn't say a word about it." Tyler said.
     "Why, you put it all out in the garage?" Cliff wanted to know.
     "Nope. Cicely left me about three months ago."
     "Oh." Cliff felt like he'd put his foot in it. "I didn't know, man,
sorry."
     "It's all right."
     "Why'd she leave you?" Cliff asked. Hell, why would any woman want to
leave a guy like Tyler? Big, strong man, working with trash gave any man
muscles like a girl loves to feel. The money was damned good. And the
castoff goods to make their life that much better. Yep, the life of a
garbageman's wife was a rich one...long as you weren't like Maida and
minded the smell!
     Tyler looked over at Cliff. "Well, I kinda threw her out. Came home a
bit early one day and she was in bed with a guy from her work. Turns out
they'd been doing it every morning while I was out here on the job."
     "Man." Cliff chewed that over. "That sucks."
     "Yeah." Tyler said. "What I get for marrying a waitress. With her
working evenings and me working mornings, we didn't get to see enough of
each other."
     "Man, that totally bites." Cliff said. "If Maida did that to me, I
don't know what I'd do."
     "How do you know she isn't?" Tyler wanted to know.
     "Awww, hey!" Cliff warned Tyler.
     "Sorry." Tyler said. "I'm down on all women just right now. You
understand. Kinda like that TV set I picked up. Something nobody wants no
more."
     "You'll get through it." Cliff said, putting his hand on Tyler's
shoulder.
     Tyler put his hand on Cliff's a moment, then said, "Yeah, I reckon I
will."
     "You want to come over for dinner tomorrow tonight?" Cliff said. "I'll
ask Maida to fix up a real nice meal for you."
     "Hey, thanks." Tyler said. His hand went onto Cliff's on his shoulder
again and squeezed, and embarrassed, Cliff pulled it away.
     Tyler was a heck of a great guy, at the end of their work shift at ten
o'clock, when he saw that there was no way Cliff could haul that bookshelf
on top of his little Honda Accord, he volunteered the use of his pickup to
take it home for him. Cliff drove the way in front of his new possession
and he and Tyler hauled the heavy bookcase up into his home.
     His coffee table was gone. So was the chair he'd also scrounged from
his work, the one with bare arms he kept covered and was perfectly fine. He
didn't have to look further, but he did, every thing he'd taken in from his
rounds on the garbage truck was now missing. So was Maida.
     Tyler looked at him with pursed lips. "Reckon you and Maida need to
have a little talk when she gets home."
     "Yeah." Cliff said. "I wouldn't count on tomorrow night after all,
sorry."
     "It's okay." Tyler said. "You want to talk about it, tomorrow, we
will." He put a hand on Cliff's shoulder, kept it there a while, a strange
smile on his face and then acted embarrassed himself, and left. Cliff
rubbed his shoulder when Tyler's hand had been. Something was eating at
Tyler, all right. But what?
     The scene with Maida when she returned that afternoon was ugly enough
to put anyone in a bad mood. Cliff didn't sleep too well and then he had to
get up at 3:00 a.m. in order to make it in to work by 4:30 a.m. They didn't
start until 5:00, but it was nice to sit and talk and drink coffee before
starting in on the work.
     Tyler was there at their truck, like he was waiting for him. One look
at Cliff's face and he started up the engine. "Let's get an early start on
our shift, what say?" Tyler said.
     "Sure, why not." Cliff agreed.
     But Tyler parked the truck just a few blocks away, down an alley
between two businesses. "So how'd it go?" he asked Cliff.
     "How do you think?" Cliff said in return.
     Tyler considered it. "Given the look on your face, I'd guess she
either smashed the stuff so nobody could ever use it again, or she put it
someplace and said either you get rid of it or she'd leave you."
     "Right the second time." Cliff said. "It's all stuck in a storage
locker. I have a week to get it out and get rid of it. But if I bring it
back home, she said, then she's leaving me."
     Tyler just nodded.
     "I can't figure her out!" Cliff complained. "Ain't nothing at all
wrong with any of that stuff! Well, okay, little things but it's nothing
you can't live with! I wasn't taking empty cans and bottles home or nothing
like some guys do. But Maida just said she was tired of living with the
stuff other people didn't want. Said it made her feel like I didn't want
her. I tell you, after all these months of bitching, she's pretty much
right."
     "So what you going to do?"
     Cliff sighed. "Bring it all back at the end of the week. Give her that
long to decide to let me keep it, or find herself somewhere else to
live. This is part of what I am, I'm a sanitation worker, hell, I'm a
garbage man! She can't live with me and not live with that, is what I told
her. Long as I was going to work this job, I was going to sometimes find
stuff too good to let go to waste. Nothing wrong with castoff goods."
     "Unless you are a castoff good." Tyler smiled sadly. "Like me."
     "Oh, hey, man, I'm sorry again." Cliff said hastily. "I didn't
know. You never said a word about it. I knew you'd gotten quiet and figured
it for home trouble, but nothing this big, or I would have asked."
     "That's what Cicely called me, a castoff piece of junk like all the
junk I brought home. Now I got all the stuff and I don't have her." Tyler
put his hand on Cliff's shoulder again, squeezed. "Maybe you should let
Maida have her all new stuff. It can be harder to replace her than to
replace that coffee table and bookshelf. I mean it, man, don't let yourself
get cast off as worthless just for some things."
     "That's not the point." Cliff mumbled. "Geez, I'm a garbage man and
proud of it. Why can't she be proud of me for what I am? What's wrong with
being a garbage man?"
     "Are you sure you want to do that?" Tyler asked him. "It's only some
old stuff."
     "Hey, if she can't take me for what I am, then she doesn't really want
me at all, does she?"
     Cliff pointed out, managed a smile. "I guess I'm a castoff good,
too. You know anyone who wants a used boyfriend? Only slightly battered and
still plenty of use in him. A little polishing and a bit of love will make
him as good as new."
     "A castoff good." Tyler said. "That makes two of us then. I guess it
takes a garbage man to want a garbage man."
     "Yeah." Cliff said. Then, "Huh?"
     That hand on his shoulder went up and brushed his cheek. Cliff looked
over at Tyler. "A couple of guys nobody wants." Tyler murmured. "Who wants
to be with a garbage man? Who else is going to understand? There's value in
what other people throw away. It'd take another garbage man to appreciate
that."
     "Yeah, I guess it would." Cliff was reeling at this. One the one hand,
he'd never been with another dude before! On the other hand, he'd just
found women to be a lot more than he'd bargained for. To have someone who
truly understood the life, who wouldn't flinch at the trash that only
needed a bit of work to make it all bright and new again, who relished the
finds on the edges of the sidewalk waiting each day. Shit, Tyler was
right. It'd take another garbage man to want to share his life!
     Or maybe it was just that the times with Maida had been so shitty
lately. When she would consent to make love to him, it was like she was
granting him this huge favor, like she was giving a beggar a quarter or
such. That same self-supreme smirk. She'd faked her last half-dozen
orgasms, like Cliff couldn't tell or something! She hadn't even tried very
hard those last few times.
     It was enough to make him feel very much like a castoff good. And here
was this garbage man, this kindly soul who knew his value, taking him in.
     All this was enough to keep Cliff still while the hand stroked his
face, touched his body, slid down his chest and over his stomach. And when
it reached his joining at the legs and the bulge he had there, Cliff moaned
and had the hardest damned erection he'd had in a hell of a long time! He
was wanted again! He was wanted!
     "Aw, fuck!" He moaned as his second moan. "Fuck, yeah, fuck!"
     Tyler's hand was feeling out his crotch, beneath the coveralls was
only a jockstrap and it was old and worn out and the elastic was loose on
him, comfortable the way he liked it, Maida had tried to throw it out on
him once, too, and he'd had to dig it out of the trash and tell her to
leave his clothes the hell alone or was he expected to wear a tuxedo while
hauling trash? The jock was still doing its job well enough. No reason to
get rid of it yet. And it was comfortable, it knew him. Like Tyler's hand
was knowing him, pulling at his cockhead even through the double-thickness
of cloth.
     Cliff's hands came down and he unzipped his fly. Tyler lifted his hand
away and Cliff looked at him, Tyler smiled and his hand came back, his
fingers as legs for his hand crept into the crevice of his clothes and
danced upon the worn cotton of his jock. Briefly on his briefs, then the
fingers found the edge and circled his heat and his life and his power!
"Ah, gah, shit!" Cliff sighed. "Damn straight now, yeah, that's it, yeah,
shit!"
     Tugging, the fingers brought Cliff's dick out into the early morning
air. All about them was darkness with only the slightest hint of the day to
come in the eastern sky, it would be another hour before the sun rose, but
there was this tiniest bit of lightening of the sky over there, perhaps the
clouds were reflecting extra light up and it was reaching over the horizon
there, like his desire was reaching for this new horizon within Tyler's
hand.
     Crouching upon his fingertips like a spider, then curving about his
column like a dove, the white hand of Tyler caressed his virility alive and
the denigrated manhood throbbed for him, to be wanted again, yes, yes, cast
aside, worthless, no, no more, he had been reclaimed! Now he would belong
to someone who truly would appreciate him, a long life lay ahead, a life
filled with use and love and acceptance for what he was, warts and all!
     Clenching, Tyler's fist pumped him back and forth, his cock giving out
a meaty-sounding wet slorp of sound as his precome poured from his body
upon the first pump up, it had been denied him so long, it had built up in
there, and now it was time, yes, it was time!
     "Aw, fuck, man!" Cliff said. "Shit, take it, man, take it!"
     And Tyler leaned over and his mouth closed upon Cliff's dong and Cliff
could only moan again. "Aw, fuck, yeah!" he wrenched out in strangled
syllables. Shit, Maida hadn't sucked on him in he didn't know how long. It
was always her just sort of holding up her arms and legs like she was some
kind of upside-down sawhorse...and about as much fun to ride! That didn't
match this curved-body, bent-over, tongue-licking, lip-suckling,
glans-covering delight he had now. He didn't have to make his work-tired
body bounce up and down here, he had it all just for laying where he was
and moaning! Aw, hell, yeah, shit, damn, fuck, yeah!
     Long, languid, liquidly-lavishing lips upon his love-organ, aw, fuck,
wonderful in the area of his work, of his life, here in the truck that
cleaned the streets while it blessed him with gifts, now it was bestowing
this upon him as well.
     Cliff looked down with lust-glazed eyes at the form of his work-buddy
and his hand reached out while he watched it as if it belonged to another
man, as it felt for Tyler's groin and Tyler turned and he found it then,
Tyler's dong nestled there in the nexus of his crotch, and Tyler grunted as
his hands fought his fly open and then Cliff could reach in. It somehow
didn't surprise him to find nothing under the coveralls, somehow he knew
that Tyler had planned this from the moment he'd seen the coffee table was
gone, knew that his time had come to take on the cast-off Cliff and make
himself Cliff's new partner. Why would he wear underwear at a time like
that? No more than Cliff had worn briefs on his sorties out to find a broad
to ball for the evening. It fit, it fit exactly, just as Cliff expected to
find his treasures waiting at the curb for him each day, Tyler had expected
to get him, for one day, after all, everything belongs to the garbage
man. We just call some of them morticians!
     So Cliff pulled Tyler's pud free and then it was a cramped series of
movements, to get himself on top of Tyler without dislodging his prick from
Tyler's mouth, but by working together they managed, and then Cliff had
hold of Tyler's prong only an inch from his mouth. Was he really about to
suck another man's prick? That pleasure at his own groin told him why the
hell not?
     Cliff closed his lips about Tyler's rod and Tyler moaned like he was
about to cream right then and there! Aw, man, to have another man cream in
his mouth, that was pretty damned grotty! Grotty like a garbage man! Hell,
he didn't flinch from the dirty parts of life! Come on, you fucker, shoot
it if you're going to! Cliff thought as he began to nurse the pulsing
organ.
     Poor Tyler, he must have been doing without longer than Cliff
had. Shit, if his wife left him three months ago, and had probably cut him
off before then, maybe he hadn't done it in a lot longer time than
Cliff. Well, that long dry spell would be over for both of them now! If he
couldn't stick his pud into Tyler's mouth every damned morning, he'd know
the reason why! Any man worth his salt wants it every day. He might settle
for twice a week, but that's the woman's call, not a man with his hungry
love-snake dancing its mating ritual every morning and sometimes in the
afternoon.
     Aw, and Tyler's mouth was driving him insane! He wasn't ever going to
let that go, not if he could help it, every morning, shit yeah, that's the
life for a garbage man, start the day with a good blow and then out to
spend the day removing garbage and finding treasure! Like the treasure that
lurked here inside this pud he was sucking on! Shit, Tyler's rod was so
fucking hot right now, he bet this bastard was about to blow his cookies
but good. Those groans around his cock from Tyler's mouth made that damned
clear.
     Cliff kept on sucking and Tyler's warnings grew louder, he even tried
to pull Cliff away, and when Cliff wouldn't move, then Tyler moaned like
mad and he exploded just as hard as Cliff knew he would! Aw, man, he was
getting fucking drenched with this love-cream, Tyler had been saving this
up for a fucking year, man, hell, he couldn't drink all of this, he had it
blowing out around his lips and dribbling off his chin, and he gave up and
lifted off, and got chunks of love-jizz spurted right onto his face! He was
fucking bathing in Tyler's juice!
     Aw, man, the thought of that turned him on so fucking much! Tyler had
stopped sucking on his pud while he was being tossed about by his climax,
but Cliff didn't need any more than the feeling of those lips still hanging
onto his cock, that and the spunk-bath he was getting on his face, he
groaned and he blew his own wad right into Tyler's gasping mouth and Tyler,
bless him, latched on and drank him down greedily. All those little white
love monkeys went right down Tyler's gullet and Cliff paid him back by
licking at the squibs on Tyler's prick, licking that shaft clean and dry,
God, yeah, this was the way a real man started his day! Shit, yeah!
     He raised up and Tyler squirmed in front of him, and Cliff's face
rubbed along Tyler's back. Cliff caught Tyler and used his back like a rag
to sponge the worst of the jizz off his face.
     "Man, you really blew your cream all over me." he said as he let Tyler
go. "I was fucking bathing in it, man!"
     "God, yeah, you were good!" Tyler panted.
     "Not as good as you, fuck, you drank the whole motherfucking load
down, didn't you?"
     Cliff marveled. "I didn't think anyone could take my whole load, but
you sure did. I know Maida couldn't the few times she sucked me off."
     Tyler grinned a sickly sort of grin, made up of equal parts weariness
and happiness, from the look of it. "Yeah?"
     "Yeah, she'd start spitting the moment I started shooting, and
wouldn't even jerk me, I'd have to reach down and take care of myself while
she was gagging and retching out the rest of it in the bathroom sink. Kind
of ruined the whole thing for me, I stopped trying for it with her, and
that sucks, because I really love getting blown."
     "Well, I'll be sure to remember that." Tyler said.
     "Yeah." Cliff said. "I figure we can do this every morning we work
together. And after, if you want to come over or something."
     "Maybe I will." Tyler agreed. "Someone's got to have a pickup to help
you get that stuff out of the storage."
     "And help that bitch move out, yeah." Cliff said.
     They drove to their assigned area for the day. The first stop, Tyler
pointed. "Hey, look, that's a stereo boombox."
     "It sure is." Cliff said.
     "I bet it's going to be good." Tyler enthused.
     Cliff started to point out the obvious; that it had been thrown out
because it had worn out. Somehow, though, right now, he just didn't want to
do that to Tyler. "Yeah, I bet it's in perfect working order. Probably some
mother got tired of her son blasting out tunes during her soaps and put it
out for us. Sure."
     He got out and went for the bin. Down the road a bit. Tyler could dump
the bags and set his boombox on top of the truck. Plenty of time then for
him to pick through that bin and see if there was any castoff goods in it
for him today. He was feeling lucky today!

				  THE END
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