Date: Sun, 9 May 2004 11:18:00 EDT
From: JMZ1130@aol.com
Subject: The Rice Grower - part one.

The Rice Grower
By: The Heretical Hawk

This just happened to me.

I guess it is an indication that I'm finally recovering. You see I've
been laid up for over a month with the flu and pneumonia.

The thing that pisses me off is that I took the shots to prevent both!
Never again with the shots.   Fuckin' quacks!

Anyway...

The local supermarket is about a mile from my house.  Feeling better, I
wanted to get out and be amongst the living.

I had two items I wanted to pick up for dinner.  The trip should have
taken 30 minutes...tops.

It took me 3 1/2 hours to go and get back.

Why so long?   The reason is because of what  just occurred, and I'm
gonna tell you about it.

I am still intoxicated from the whole thing.  I'll have to be careful not
to get ahead of myself. Here  goes...

While simply rambling up and down the aisles of the store, I began to
notice that it seemed to be "gorgeous hunk day" at "my" supermarket.

That's Texas Hunks. You know, everything's bigger 'n better.

Maybe it was because I have been cooped up so long that I noticed it all
so keenly.  No matter the reason.  Everywhere I looked there was some
hunk strolling, sauntering or struttin' down the aisles.

[Now, I must tell you that this particular supermarket is not noted for
attracting "eye candy."  Quite the opposite is usually the case. It is
normally full of fat brood sows and their packs of snot-nosed brats. All
being followed by a potbellied lout of a man.  Presumably "Daddy."]

For some unknown cosmic reason, today was the day for the gathering of
the woodie producing hunks!  I mean they were everywhere!  In the parking
lot. In the produce department. In the grocery aisles.  And (pardon me)
the meat market.

Hell!  They were even in the paper goods aisle!  Hunks 'n asswipe.  Hmmm.

As you may have guessed by now, I was a total wreck from all this
masculine parade.

In fact, I started mumbling to myself as I strolled amongst them all,  as
happy as a clam.

I'd say to myself,"Yeah! I'd suck him dry."

Or, while looking at one of them, I'd say to myself, "I'd love to suck
your cock, stud."

I was merrily wandering through all this visual overload when I heard
this deep voice right behind me saying, "What did you just say to me?"

I whirled around so fast that the hand basket I was carrying swung out
and almost hit him.  There was this incredibly handsome man standing
there.

After apologizing for almost hitting him, I said (in my most confused
voice), "I beg your pardon.  Were you talking to me?"

"I sure was, buddy.  I asked you what you just said to me."

Feigning total ignorance, I told him I had no idea what  he was talking
about, and (scared shitless) I started to turn and walk away.

Well, he was having none of that!  He wasn't being overly
threatening...just firm.

He said, "I heard what you said to me as we passed."

Still trembling I bravely asked,"What do you think you heard me say to
you?"

"I'd like to suck your big cock," is what I know you said.

I stammered because those were the exact words I WAS thinking when I
looked at this hunk!
Cornered, I said, "Guess I was thinking out loud," and tried to chuckle.
He was not chuckling.
In fact, he got this look on his face that I had seen before.  In his
eyes I saw that he did want me to suck his big cock!  Phew!  At least I
didn't see murder in his eyes!

He said, "Funny.  You don't look like a cocksucker."

With quivering in my voice I croaked, "What does a cocksucker look like?"

"You know, kinda girlie acting."

"Oh yeah, I know what you mean" was all I could say. In my deepest
"radio" voice.

This hunk is about 28 to 30 years old.  5-11 or so.  About 170-180
pounds.
Not overly muscled but very well built.  Just plain-ass gorgeous.
Ice blue eyes.  Jet black hair cut very short.  Military style.
Dark stubble on his tanned square jawed face.
I could see that his body has some hair from what was peeking out  from
his opened collar shirt. His faded Levis were painted on and showed him
off to perfection! Believe me, there was a lot to show.
That bulge showed me that, indeed, things ARE bigger 'n better in Texas!
It looked like he was totally horse-hung! I could see his cock outlined
perfectly.  It was lying over on his left thigh. It was half way across
it!  I wondered just how big that trouser Python would be hard. Right
then I had no idea if I would find out.  I sure as hell wanted to...Big
Time!

The more I looked, the more obvious it was to him (and anyone else who
may have seen us) that I really wanted him...bad!

Then I did one of the most brazen things I've done in years.  I simply
put my hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes, "I can't go to my
place.  Where do you live?  Can we go there, or do we need to go down
some back country road?"
He gave me this half grin and said, "My place is just fine.  I don't live
too far from here.  You follow me and we'll go there.  I'm all alone
today.  I came to the store to get some beer to drink and look at porn.
When I saw you looking at all the guys I realized I don't need beer or
porn today to have me some fun."

My first thought...to myself this time for sure...was, "You sure are a
cocky one, Stud.  So sure of yourself."

My jaw must have dropped open from what he just said because he started
laughing at me...well, not AT me.  Just laughing.
One of the sexiest laughs I've heard.
[You ever hear a sexy laugh?  Yeah? Then you know what I mean.]

"Well, you've got me pegged. I'm Jim.  Who are you?"

"Kurt's my name.  My family is German. Hope that doesn't bother you,
'cause 'round here it's like every body  wants to go with the fuckin'
Mex-cuns. All them little shitheads wanna do is bend over and get a big
dick up their ass. It must be something in the water down there in
'Mex-uh-co'."

There's that laugh again.

Now it was my turn to laugh.  I told him that I definitely preferred
everything Caucasian. Especially hot hunks.

I said, "You know. Hunks just like you, Kurt."

He pretended to be embarrassed.

Remembering that I had to pay for the things I went there to get, I told
him I'd buy him a six pack or two if he still wanted beer.

He said, "Naw.  I got you all roped up. That's all I'm gonna need today."

That sexy laugh again.
Did I need to be scared or worried?
He said he'd meet me in the parking lot.
I finished my business and went outside.

No Kurt!

"Shit! That fucker was just playing me like a cheap fiddle!" was all I
could think.

I got in my car, looked around the lot.  No Kurt anywhere!
All pissed off, I drove out of the lot and then had to stop at the
traffic light.
Once it was green, I went through the intersection heading for home.

All of a sudden this HUGE pick up type truck roared past me and cut back
in front of me, causing me to have to slam on my brakes.

Its all terrain tires roaring on the pavement  Taillights flashing.
I could see the driver looking down out the rear window, grinning like a
kid at Christmas.

It was Kurt!

His truck is the kind that the local rice farmers use to drive through
the paddies to work on their irrigation systems and whatever else it is
that they do.

It sits so high off the ground that you need a ladder to get in the cab.

Sorta like those "Monster Trucks" they use in car shows at the Astrodome
to jump over and crush cars.

This truck had a real, full size body on it.
Not some little fiberglass replica of a truck like those Monster Trucks.

His truck was remarkably clean. All shiny black. The windows were tinted
darkly, giving it a sinister look. A butch look.
Every time I see on of these trucks they are usually covered with a foot
thick coat of mud from the off road work they are used for in the muddy
rice paddies and fields. None I've ever seen before looked like this
truck.  It was more than an a work truck.  It was a statement of
manhood.  Think of it like this.  A truck with testosterone!

He turned on his right turn signal.

Now around here, NOBODY ever uses turn signals, unless they are from out
of town.

This let me know that he wanted me to pull over on the shoulder behind
him.
I did. I got out of my vehicle and walked to the ladder on his side of
the truck.

"I thought you were fucking with me and had left."

"No man!  I had to park at the very end of the lot.  I usually drive my
car but not today. Those store people get pissed if I park it in front of
their fuckin' stores with my truck. They've got too fancy 'round here.
All hotsy-totsy, if you know what I mean.  They think I look like some
lowlife...and I'm the man who grows the fuckin' rice they sell and eat!
Best damn Basmati rice grown in America.  In the WORLD!"

The pride in his voice was ...how to say this.  It was butch to the point
of being erotic.  A truly hot man.  That's M-A-N!

"Well, I'm sure glad you didn't leave Kurt, but I gotta say that you
scared me shitless when you went past me like a bat outta hell."

He roared with laughter.  It charged the air with an electrical energy.

"Yeah.  I thought that'd get your attention. How'd you like my down
shifting as I passed by you to cut in?"  He sounded like a gleeful kid
who was proud of some naughty deed. A happy miscreant!

"Well, Kurt, it was loud and exciting...especially the engine backfiring
like a cannon...just like everything I've discovered about you...so far.
That's a compliment in case you're wondering."

"Say Jim, why don't you climb up my ladder and let me show you something
in the truck."

Having come this far, I figured the worst that could happen would be for
him to suddenly open his door and swat me off like a fly.
So climb the ladder I did. Ascending this metal mountain of a thing that
screamed, "MAN!" It should 'cause it housed one of the hottest men I've
ever seen.
I leaned in the window, pushing my ever present ball cap back, and was
just inches from his face.  God!  He's beautiful. I could smell his man
scent.  I got light headed and had to increase my grip on the "granny
bar" by the cab door. His manly aroma was really intoxicating and
invigorating. At once subtle and yet overpowering.  Not a dirty, sweaty
smell.  A man's natural sexual attractant working full bore.

A testosterony, pungent "come hither" signal if ever there was one.
It sure as hell was yelling at me saying, "Here it is.  Come and get it!"

I was getting that message in spades!  I was comin' to "get it" too!

I was shaken from this reverie' by the sound of his voice.

"Huh?  What did you say?"

There he is inches from me grinning.
He said, "How do you like it?"

"Like what?" (trying to be coy.)

"THIS!" he boomed and leaned back.

Not more than 18 inches from me was about 9 inches of the most beautiful
ramrod straight Dick I've seen. Believe me, I seen a few.  None this
beautiful.

Like me, he'd been mutilated at birth. The head of that monster was
glowing fiery red/purple.

I reached in through the window and grabbed hold of it. He leaned even
further back in his seat and let out a low moaning sound. I massaged that
big prick and got it to give up some pre cum for me.  I smeared it around
the head and he went crazy with delight.

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I wiped up a good gob of that silky
fluid and sucked it off my finger.  What a delightfully sweet, salty
taste!

The taste of a man. The taste of this man. This hot man.

If I had lost my grip and fallen off that truck right then it would have
been worth it.

I held on because I knew there would be more at our rendezvous...his
house. Besides, I didn't want to bust my ass!

I heard myself say,"Shit Kurt!  What am I supposed to do with that?"

"Oh you KNOW what to do, Jim.  After all, you told me in store what you
wanted to do with it."

"I sure did, didn't I?"

"I just want to know how you knew it was a big one," he says with a smirk
on his face that just made him even sexier.

"Well, I just knew," is all I can muster being in my state of Texas size
lust.

My throat is getting bone dry. I could hardly swallow. Swallow is just
what I wanted to do!  Swallow him!

"Guess we'd better go to my place over by Mandell...unless you want to
get in and suck it here.  Nobody can see, that's for sure."

"I'm not much of a road side trick. Let's go to your place.  Are you sure
it's okay, and that we'll be alone? I don't like surprises."

"Yep. It's okay.  The ol' lady is in Houston until about 6 this evening.
Maybe later.  We got plenty of time. You'll see."

"Great!"

As I start back down the ladder, he says, "You don't mind that I'm
married, do you?"

Now it's my turn to laugh.

"What's so funny, man?"

"I'm married too, so you don't need to worry about that."

****End of Section 1 ******