A Week of Trade by Mike Austin
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IV.
With Monday being a holiday, I planned a morning swim, a neighborhood walk and back home to relax after the week of hot sex; before getting back into my client proposal. The swim was refreshing and eased my soreness.
I'd learn his name was Pete. He and his wife were having a yard sale in the neighborhood and I stopped to check out some metal works. His wife had run to get them some lunch and I wondered around. He was a tall hippy, long blonde hair, lean torso, loose jeans on and shirtless. The tattoo of a surfboard was diagonal across his left pec over his nip. I cruised him in passing at first. He engaged me about what I was looking for and when I glanced at his crotch before answering about my interest in the metal arts, his nod let me know I was tagged, queer. The jeans slipped lower on his hips as he walked over to point out some features of one metal piece and went on to tell me that he did the work himself as a welder's apprentice. Another customer pulled up and asked about some other items in the yard and he redirected his focus to helping them, before returning to me. When he did, he'd begun to sport a hard-on and walked right up to me so there was no doubt that he knew I wanted it and I knew that he knew it as well. It was then that his wife pulled in the driveway and brought out their chicken dinners. I suggested he go eat, his reply, "got somethin for you to eat" and brushed his crotch. "Not cool brother here with your lady", I remarked. "She'll be gone in about 30 minutes to go get our kid and will be gone then about 2 hours before she's back if you want a closer look at the goods", he went on. "I do" my reply.
I ran to the bank for some cash, knowing how much the 3 metal pieces were priced and then got an additional $100 as 2 $50s, in case I had use for them. I stopped for a sweet tea and burger, before returning to the yard sale. By the time I was back, his wife's car was gone but there were 4 other customers wandering around. When I got out, he waved to acknowledge me and opened his arms wide showing off the `customers'. WTF now what do I do, I thought? I walked along the side of the house near the yard pieces and began pulling the 3 I wanted together and set them so it would be easy to load them in the SUV. One at a time, each customer left and he spent more and more time circling near me and my purchases until the last customer left and walked up, "so you go get some cash", then added "for these" and grinned? "Yeah I got cash for these and then some extra, got anything else for sale", I asked? As he glanced around his right hand slipped to his crotch, grabbed his hanging dick and hissed "yeah got this for you if the price is right". He moved his hand and I moved my hand in to feel and the tube was slightly curved and topped with a big head. I'd soon find out how big.
It was a house on a small dead end road and they had no adjacent neighbors. He led me onto the screened in front porch so he could watch for any new customers coming down the lane and positioned me so I could blow him and have time to get up if he saw anyone coming. I squatted at first, then he told me to "get on your knees faggot if you want it", and I complied. He pressed his crotch to my face, "rub your face on it to get me really worked up" he directed. Again I complied. "What do I get for $50", I asked. "You get to blow me and swallow my cum ONCE", he emphasized. "And for another $50" I questioned; "you get to come back for more and maybe get to suck me off a third time but not here", he answered. Kneeling and looking up at him, I reached for the 1st $50, then grabbed the other one and held my hand up to him, with the 2 bills. He looked down, nodded, and shoved his crotch forward. "Get me off and after my old lady gets back where can we meet for my next loads" he directed and asked. I went about unzipping, hauling out his heavy dick with that huge head and sucking it and his dick long and hard. "Yeah that's the suction I need, faggots know how to blow" and he began his facefuck, tugging my head down as he jabbed forward then relaxing as I drew back. "You like that right, like to get your face fucked" he toyed? His first cumload shot hard and long; the volume of a real breeder. Finished, I gave him my address which was only about a mile away. I thought the other $50 was history as I listened to him tell me when he'd be at my place for me to "get it again". After about 2 hours, I saw the old rusty Ford F-150 I'd seen at the back of the driveway pull into my drive. Pete got out of the driver side and walked to my porch. He nodded, then looked around and I welcomed him inside. "Came to collect the other sucks man" he reiterated. "Beer" I offered. "No just head", he closed. I set about rubbing his crotch with my face "you learn fast faggot" he remarked. Working my face up and down then gripping his crotch and unzipping, his jeans dropped to the floor; his balls and dick swung free. That huge head was already swollen and flooded pre-cum. I lapped the pre like a dog laps up milk. He pulled his dick up, smacked my face a few times, then fed his dick to me. He shoved in, pulled out, shoved in again and out, then pulled up and jacked slowly in front of my face, making me more and more eager to blow him. He guided my mouth to his hanging balls and told me "lick em and suck em slow", then added, "stir up my sperm" and leaned forward a bit so his balls hung even lower from his torso. His hairy sack was sweaty from the yard sale and it was like an aphrodisiac. "Suck em now" and I did. "Now suck this" and he smacked my face with his dick and shoved in hard down my throat and I swung on the heavy cock until he shot down my throat. "Gimme a few and you can get s'more" he advised. I had to work longer for the 3rd load, which meant I got to enjoy his dick more before the cum blast down to my guts. When done, he said, he "knew where I lived and would be back for more, to make sure I had a $50 handy, if I wanted to blow him", zipped up, walked out the door, across my porch and got into his truck. As he backed out, he gave a short wave out the window. I learned to keep those $50s and paid him twice each week for the next 8, until he and his wife moved away. Once when they came back to visit her parents, he ran by, for a blow job. I had to admit his dick was some of the best ever but I had no $50, "no worry, you get it free today" and proceeded to nut down my throat twice; then left.