Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2021 11:45:20 -0500
From: Just Looking <18091809d@gmail.com>
Subject: Flea Market Find - Encounters

I'd been wandering the fair grounds for most of the morning, taking in
the different knickknacks and assorted wonders set out in the booths and
tables, when I saw him. A dusty pair of work boots stepped next to me and
my eyes traced the slim blue jeans up to a rodeo belt and western shirt,
all snugly holding in a trim, younger guy wearing a cowboy hat. I winked
at him, more out of habit than anything, and I immediately got
embarrassed and looked back down, suddenly very interested in the small
porcelain figures on the vendor's table.

After a couple of moments, I moved away and got lost in the crowd, hoping
I didn't out myself to the wrong guy. Several minutes passed, and I had
all but forgotten about the exchange, when I stepped out of the
port-a-john, rubbing the hand sanitizer into my hands. I almost hit him
with the door, and he laughed and said, "Don't worry about it, friend."
Glancing down at his crotch I saw the perfect outline of his cock running
down his leg, the tight denim showing him off. I've always envied the
"showers" of the world, thinking I'd also have a collection of the
tightest pants on Earth if it meant I got to show off like that.

"I saw you back there," he said, thumbing his hand back to the booths.
"Oh, yeah," I said. He leaned in close and said, "You got a nice ass,
man!" I looked around to make sure we were alone and peeked down at his
crotch, "That thing real?" He smiled and took my hand and placed it on
it. I started breathing heavily and asked if he had a place we could go,
as I ran my hand up and down the snake in his pants. He nodded to the
port a john, and having just come out of there, holding my nose the whole
time, I nodded "no" thinking that even I had some standards. He thought
for a minute and said, "Okay, hang on, wait for me out here." With that,
he stepped into the toilet and let the plastic door slam behind him. I
heard him unzip and then the sound of his piss unloading, sounding like a
horse. He finished up and pushed the door open with his foot, long enough
to see me shake his long cock and stuff it back into his jeans.

"Follow me," he said. I followed him through a maze of booths and
trailers, finally coming to a nondescript trailer set on cinder blocks.
It had a sign for a construction company on the side of it. He took the
ring of keys off his belt and unlocked it, opening the door, and letting
us in. The inside was a sparse room with fake paneling, a tall desk
filled with rolled up construction plans and a shorter desk at the end.
The small windows filled the room with light, casting beams that caught
the dust floating in the air.

He moved over to the desk and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, taking a slug
from it and then handing it to me. I took a big gulp of it and enjoyed
the burning sensation down my throat. He sat in the creaking swivel chair
and unbuckled his big rodeo belt, the buckle clanking against the hard
plastic arm of the chair. I sank to my knees in front of him and had to
pull tight to unbutton his jeans and fly. He raised his ass up, and I
peeled his tight jeans down to his ankles. His long, cut, cock sprang up,
hard like only young guys get, with a pair of balls covered in light
blonde hair. I licked his cock and started bobbing up and down on him as
he started to moan under me. After a few minutes, he said, "Show me your
ass." I stood up and turned around for him. He reached out and grabbed my
cheeks, massaging me through my pants. His hands circled around my waist,
and he unbuttoned them and slid them down my legs. We both shared an
affinity for not wearing underwear, and he let out a low whistle as he
rubbed my naked cheeks.


I heard him spit on his fingers and his moist digits pushed between my
cheeks. "This okay?" he asked. My moan told him it was, and I kicked my
shoes off and pulled my pants the rest of the way. He slid a finger
inside and pushed my shirt up my back. I pulled it over my head and was
left standing nude in this trailer with his finger in my backside. "You
can fuck me if you want," I told him. "Cool," he responded and then
pulled his finger out and started rummaging through the drawer. I looked
back as he uncapped an old container of petroleum jelly and smeared it
over his cock. Grabbing a large glob of it, he told me to bend over. I
did it, spreading my cheeks for him as he worked the jelly into my ass,
pushing two and then three fingers in.

He stood behind me and grabbed my hips, moving me over the desk where he
pushed my feet apart and eased my chest down onto the worn wood top. I
was thrusting my ass at him, needing him to fill me, and he lined up and
pushed. His cock sank in, and I moaned at the incredible feeling of
getting fucked. "Fuuuuuck," he moaned as he pushed in further. I squeezed
him, and he cried out, "fucking tight!"

He was really good at this, especially for a younger guy, but I knew his
patience was going to come to an end soon. I wanted to get fucked hard,
and I told him that. "Oh, yeah?" he asked, and then rammed hard into me,
causing me to see stars. "Fuck yeah!" I replied. With that he started to
fuck me in long, hard strokes, causing my hips to bang against the side
of the desk. I whimpered under him as he fucked me for several minutes.
"Gonna cum soon," he said. I nodded and held on tighter to the desk as
his thrusts intensified. Suddenly, he stopped thrusting and held still,
giving a low grunt, I felt his cock leap inside me, starting to shoot his
load. "Oh, uh, uh, uh, fuck!, uh!" he grunted over and over as he
finished.

"You cum?" he asked. I nodded that I didn't, and he said, "You can jerk
off if you want," but he didn't move out of me. I reached down and
started stroking my cock, which was pretty close to popping anyway. His
hard cock stayed inside me, and he started to pump me, his cum now
running down my leg. He held my shoulders as I yelped and shot a huge
load all over the dusty floor under the desk. His hand brushed the tip,
and he licked a glob of cum into his mouth as his fucking picked up
speed. I was getting worn out and hoped he'd finish soon. Encouraging
him, I told him to "fuck my ass with his big cock!" "Make me his bitch!"
"Fill me up with cum!" This helped as he dumped a second load into me,
grunting and stabbing the last inch all the way into my guts as he
unloaded.

Eventually, his long cock snaked out of my, and I pulled my pants up. He
offered me some tissues, but I told him I liked the feeling of his cum in
me. He showed me the exit and I walked back to my car, a little
bow-legged and filled with cum.