YARD SALE
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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"Come on, Ricky, honey, sell, sell, sell!" Marlon urged me. "They got the money, talk them into buying something. Buy anything!" He moved on to one of his other victims who had been shanghaied into this lost weekend
There was a lot to sell. Marlon's Aunt Pearl had passed away, and left behind a rather large house I was going to get to move into for a reduced rent rate, but the upshot was that we had to clear out the rather substantial clutter of a very long life
All the really authentic antiques (and there had been quite a few) had been appraised and moved out, we were now hosting a yard sale to get rid of the other stuff. You know, coffee makers, toasters, alarm clocks, rubber band collections, drinking glasses, wineglasses, shotglasses, eyeglasses, spyglasses...well, you get the situation
Me, I had the "discount area" of this yard sale. I had several boxes of stuff labeled "$1.00 Each" and a table of "$5.00 Each" and a bookcase of "25 cents Each" books, and a bowl of silverware labeled "5 cents each" and a quilt laden with plates and saucers and other kitchenware, each bearing their respective tags
In other words, I was selling the crap! Marlon had kept the big-ticket items, the furniture and such. Saffron had Marlon's aunt's prodigious collection of clothing, a lot of it was vintage and she was showing it off, wearing it, giggling as she put a flowered hat on a guy's friend to show how it would look, and such
Powell had the books, those that were worth something (I had romance paperbacks and such in my quarter-each bookshelf, he had the leather-bound novels and such)
And Maria had the crafts section, Marlon's Aunt Pearl had dabbled in all sorts of things, painting, sculpting and weaving, and all her stuff was being gathered up by his aunt's old friends and several artist friends of Maria's
Me, I had the dumbo stuff, the useless crud that you use in your everyday life and the stuff you cram into the attic because you don't want to even look at it. I had junk!
So while Marlon was taking it easy (he could sell one item and outsell me if I sold nonstop all day), while Saffron was having loads of fun with her vintage clothing, while Powell was able to put on airs as a literary man, giving advice on books and the merits of various printings, while Maria was deep in her element and showing one young girl how to use oil paints while her mother watched admiringly, I was trying to get someone to buy a threadbare teddy bear for five bucks
And failed miserably. Even when I offered to let it go for three bucks
I did sell some stuff. A few people picked up four books for a buck each, and I sold a few old records for a buck a pop. But the five-dollar table was doing nothing
Marlon, every time he came by, kept giving me pep talks. "Come on, sugar tush, you got to sell, sell, sell! Make them want it, make them beg for it!" Like anyone was going to beg for an old art book with the cover busted on it!
My feet hurt after the first few hours, and nobody was coming by my stuff anyway, other than for a quick look-over. I looked around for a place to sit, nothing. Finally, I scooted some stuff off the table and perched up on it. Dangling my feet, not looking around much, bored. God, it wasn't even noon on Saturday yet, I had another day and a half of this!
Wish I'd brought my iPod, it would have given me something to do!
"Hey!" came a voice and I looked over. Hey, cute! Young, light-brown hair that was nearly blond, a winning smile under a perfect nose and two brightly shining blue eyes, and a creamy smooth body covered in a tight white t-shirt and tighter blue jeans that didn't hide enough to matter
"Help you find something?"
"Just looking around." came the inevitable answer. The guy pointed to the sign on the table beside me. It read "Everything This Table $5."
"Do you mean that?" he asked me
"Sure." I said. "Anything on this table, take your pick. Just five dollars."
"Great." he said. "Cause there's something on this table I just got to have."
Oh, boy, a whole five bucks from this guy. Big whoop! "So go ahead and grab it." I said
He handed me the five dollar bill and I took it, and then he grabbed what he wanted
Me
Specifically, my crotch. I got a hand firmly on my basket and squeezing
You can imagine how I yelped! "Hey, hey, hey!" I blathered, my hands reaching down to fend him off. I pulled his hand away. "What the fuck did you think you were doing?"
"You said I could have anything on the table for five bucks." the guy chided me. "And said to just grab it. So I did."
"I didn't mean... That is, I meant the stuff sitting on this table." I stuttered
"So was I." the guy pointed out
"I know I was sitting..." I had to bust out laughing. This was so fucking ridiculous. "That has got to be the dumbest pickup line I've ever had used on me in my life." I got out. "You are fucking crazy."
"I'm still waiting for you to give me my purchase." the guy said
It wasn't like I had guys lined up to buy this shit. I was bored out of my head. The guy was damned cute, like I'd said. And Aunt Pearl's house was smack in the middle of the gayest part of town you could imagine. Going to the back of that table would put me into a semi-private location. So I did. Went around to the back of the table and said, "Okay, come on over here and I'll give you what you paid for."
"Yeah." The guy came around and with my back to the yard sale still going on, I unzipped my fly and dug into my pants, pulled out my dong
"Here you go." I said. "Ready for delivery."
"The guy grabbed my cock. "Mmm, yeah, I know just where I'm going to put this."
"Remember we're not that private." I said semi-nervously, looking around. Still nobody coming close to the clunker section. The big part of a yard sale is in the early hours when the yard sale fiends come by to grab the bargains they can. It had slowed down for everyone
"Don't worry." the guy said. "I'll cover it up for you." Of course, his idea of covering me up was to stuff my dick into his mouth!
I grunted as the hot wet circle enfolded me. Shit, this guy did deep throat on the first try! A virgin, he wasn't, but of course, the situation here had pretty much cleared that up beforehand. He got me down to the base of my dick, and then he pulled up, slowly, slowly, holding tight all the way up
"Oh, shit!" I sighed. "Oh, shit!"
His hands came up and cupped my buttocks, holding me while he drove himself back down the length of my shaft. Now I was feeling the slide of his sloppy wet lips down my now-slathered dong, the skin was slipping down smoothly under the guidance of his mouth, down, down, my prick slid into the warm cavity of his maw, down into the gentle heat and darkness
And back out again. Only two strokes so far, and it was like he had done a dozen or more. Shit, this guy was one master cocksucker! I'd never had one do me this good, this deep, this lovingly. Not in the long slow lovemaking of my now-shattered love affair (the reason that moving into a bedroom in Marlon's new house was so enticing, yard sale or not) had I been taken so well, so long, so thoroughly!
"Oh, yeah, man, yeah!" I sighed as he began to move faster, now my cock was a solid sheath of gray-white saliva he had slobbered over it, now he could bob his head and take me the entire way down without any catching, any rubbing, any friction beyond that glorious grip of his lips, they plied exquisite skill back and forth
I gripped the table behind me and my hips began to hunch in time to his own thrusts, driving my cock into him, driving it deep, and he took it all, every bit
"Oh, shit, yeah, come on, take it, faster, man, faster!" I moaned as I rammed my cock at him now, he was beginning to ease off on his own motions, working on taking mine and making them count, shit, this guy was the fucking best!
"Oh, God, oh, God, oh!" I groaned. Shit, I was about to come! I was trying to keep my voice down, everything so far had been me talking to the guy in a near-whisper, more a hoarse rustle than a real voice. What I think they call on the theater stage the "sotto voce," that sort of thing. Audible but low. But I was losing that, like I was losing a lot of things. Like that puddle of jizz building rapidly in my balls, ready to make an assault into the wild blue yonder as soon as they had the chance. It was less like a rising tide and more like an angry boiling feeling. I was going to splat and do it damned soon
"I'm going to come, man!" I panted out, my chest heaving hard. "You'd better pull off if you don't want to have it squirt down your throat!"
That grin around his smile didn't seem reassuring
"Okay!" I sighed. "You asked for it."
I threw my head back, gritted my teeth, and told my cock to go ahead and spunk this guy!
It immediately obliged and as I growled out a muffled scream and my cock blew, the guy pulled off and substituted his hand! I felt an instant of subverted desire, then he was pumping me and I finished off by spraying hard!
He didn't want to swallow me, but he did want me to cream him. He had my dong pointed right at his face, and I blew a huge load right into it! The wads got him right between the eyes, on his right cheek, on his left forehead, on his right neck, on his left chest, and then I was done, panting and blowing hard, and he was beaming angelically as the hot sperm glistened on him like so many pearl-colored decorations
"Ahuh, ahuh, ahuh!" I gasped. "Man, that was good!"
The guy was wiping at his face with a handkerchief he'd pulled from his pants and he grinned at me. "Best purchase I ever made."
"Oh, that!" I felt suddenly embarrassed. A game is one thing, selling sex for money is another. "Here, here's your five bucks back."
"What's this?" Marlon said as he came over. I hastily stuffed my cock back into my pants before Marlon got into a position where that could make the view matter that way
"It was just a joke." I said
"He won't let me buy something from this table!" the guy blurted out
"What?" Marlon was scandalized. "Now, Ricky, the customer is here to buy."
"It's not like that...." I started but when Marlon gets started, you don't shut him up that easily
"Now, give him what he wants and take his money." Marlon saw the five in my hand and he promptly snatched it. "We're here to serve, you know, now come on, chop, chop, honey, sell, sell, sell!"
An old bag was moving in on his furniture, Marlon breezed in that direction
"Oh, jeez!" I groaned. "Look, guy, the blow-job was a good one, but I don't sell sex for money, ever." I started to reach for my wallet, remembered I had a lone dollar in it, was going to hit the ATM when I went out to lunch. "Come back this afternoon and I'll give you your five bucks back."
"Sex for money." the guy said. "I wasn't buying sex with that five dollars."
"Huh?"
"I was buying you." the guy went on. "Anything on the table for five dollars."
I was dumbfounded, as you can imagine. This went way beyond a bit of accidental prostitution! "I didn't mean to sell myself for five dollars." I said for lack of anything better to say
"But you did." the guy said. "I have to go somewhere but I'll come back and pick you up at the end of the day."
"Now just a freaking minute!" I protested
"Now, now, everything's fair in love, war, and yard sales." the guy said as he grinned and walked off, leaving me stupified in his wake
Well, the guy was a hell of a lot of fun, might be more fun to get this straightened out. Wasn't like I had any better plans after this yard sale ended for the day
But first...I grabbed a piece of tape and a marker pen, wrote "Sold" on a piece of it and slapped it on my chest. After all, I might need to sit on that table again!
THE END
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