Date: Mon, 09 Mar 2009 01:01:06 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Yard Sale

				 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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