YARD SALE [10/17/1999]

Even though it was a bit late in the year, I decided to have a yard sale anyway. I was busy all summer and didn't have much a chance to get all my sale stuff together. So here I was on a warm, late summer day scrambling to get the garage and back yard sorted into stuff I sell and stuff I keep. It was only 9am and people began to show up. I hadn't had a yard sale before and I was shocked to see the number of people show up so early.

Around 10am I had everything sitting out for view and had sold quite a bit of stuff. I had gotten myself a cup of coffee and was lounging in a chair I wanted to sell when a car stopped by the curb. A woman about 60 got out and began to look around. I was following her path as I heard the other car door close. The noise broke my focus on the woman and I turned just in time to see the other occupant of the car. He moved from around the car and began to stroll up my driveway; in direct view of where I was sitting.

He was also 60ish and bound up the driveway, stopping at an old wood burning stove that I had set out. He was a bit round in the middle and his slightly undersized pants hugged him proudly in all the right places. He had on work boots that looked to be at least a century old. He was a burly looking hulk with a jowled face, accented by pure white eyebrows. His white hair rimmed his head just above the ear. Long since past due for a haircut, his hair was combed back making it look like a white Christmas wreath was drapped over his head. In a word, gorgeous. Alas married with children!

I decided I would take what I could get and abandoning everyone else, I strode over to him to say hello.

My name is Don, I said with a nervous smile. "Are you interested in the stove; it's just like new", I offered. "I could use it in my workshop" he whispered. His voice was very deep and he spoke with a country charm; soft and quietly. He introduced himself as Jim and his wife, Betty.

I was off in my own little fantasy world as he spoke. We haggled a bit over the price of the stove and finally he agreed to pay me exactly what I asked. Less 75% that is. And I would have to deliver it and guarantee that it worked. What a shrewd negotiator I thought I had been (sarc).

The deal done, he gave me an address to deliver to and continued to look around. Before they left, Jim asked if I could deliver the stove later that afternoon. I wouldn't have agreed so quickly if he hadn't been so attractive. His nose was probably too big for his face and his eyes a bit beady but nontheless he woke all my passions, especially when he smiled. It was all I could think of all day until 5oclock rolled around. That was the time I said I would deliver the stove. I made sure that everything was loaded onto my pickup truck and headed off for Jim's house.

Jim lived on an acreage just out of the city limits. The house was modest and not far from it was his workshop. It looked like a car garage, along the lines of a 4 car garage. I first went to the house and was greeted by Betty who told me that Jim was in the shop. I backed my truck to the entrance of the shop and went inside. I found Jim sitting on a stool working on some carvings.

He turned toward me with one leg still perched on a chair rung while the other dangled a couple of inches from the floor. He was still wearing the tight green pants as earlier only this time they were pulled tight in the crotch which displayed the existence of a rather large package.

We talked for a while before we decided to unload the stove and bring it into the shop. The stove wasn't all that heavy but it was awkward to handle. I took the top while Jim carried from the bottom and we managed to get it into the shop. Jim decided to set the thing down in the corner of the room. He told me that he would set it up later. We went back to where he was sitting and since I didn't want to leave I asked him about his carvings.

Jim showed me what he was working on then showed me several finished works of carved ducks. They were amazingly lifelike. He was truly talented.

As we spoke, his wife came in and asked for the car keys. Jim gave them to her and asked where she was going. She said she was going to their daughters house to babysit. She wouldn't be back until 10 or 11 oclock. Jim told her to hug the kids for him. She told him she left sandwiches in the fridge for him and then left.

Jim continued talking of his carvings a while longer then asked me if I would like to see more. Anything to continue our chat I said of course.

Jim went to a cabinet with a padlock on it and opened it. "I tell the misses that I have all my good tools in here" he said as he opened the door. He reached in and pulled out a 2 foot tall carving of a man on a horse. The man was nude and his cock and balls were displayed resting on the horse. The horse was obviously a stallion. The horse had a generously sized ball sack. The carving took me by surprise because it was so graphic. I stumbled for the right words to describe my thoughts. I was aroused by the sheer simplicity and detail.

"I carved this in the image of myself, a million years ago" he confessed. "I don't show it to anyone because, well, you know." He was looking at the carving as he spoke. He seemed a bit embarrassed or shy, I couldn't tell. "It's amazing" I said, then added quickly "and hypnotizing, you captured masculinity at its best".

Jim looked up and into my eyes. He leaned forward until he was only inches from my face. He stared directly into my eyes with a frown. Oh shit, I thought, I misread the whole thing and now I was going to get throttled. He stared at me with his eyes darting from side to side for what seemed like an eternity and then a slight smile began to appear. Then a broad grin and Jim moved away and sat back down on his stool. "Would you like to see the model" he asked. I wasn't sure what he meant but I knew whatever it was I was up for it.

"I have a room in the back, come with me" Jim instructed and led me to a room off to the back corner of the shop.

Without another word he began to undress. There was a small bed in the room and a cabinet. Jim had taken his shirt and t-shirt off and was standing in front of me with his arms in the position of the man in the carving. "You see, I look the same as I did 40 years ago". I was studying his hairy chest with its little brown teats sticking out from a sea of white curly chest hair.

"Your top hasn't changed much, but I can't tell how you match the carving unless we have a horse for you to sit on" I said then chuckled. I was hoping that if my response was somehow offensive that making it jokingly would get me off the hook. "Your right" was his response. "But I don't have a horse; maybe the stool would do". He went to the shop and brought back the stool. My mind was ready to explode in disbelief as Jim began to undo his pants. My eyes were glued to his crotch as he slid down his pants and pulled his legs out of them. Once off he threw them aside, hooked his fingers into his underwear and pulled them down. He kicked them off and sat down on the stool.

His balls were the size of chicken eggs which were propped up by the stool when he sat down. His cock was thrust up and out by his balls. The head of his cock was nestled in the folds of foreskin with the eye peeking out at me.

"How's this" he asked.

I swallowed and answered, "now I can see that you aren't that good of a carver, you look much better than the carving"

I moved toward him and reached out to touch his cock. "Your cock is off to the side in the carving" I said as I grabbed his cock and moved it aside. When I did he let out a little sigh. Since he didn't protest, I took his cock in my hand once more and pulled the skin back over the head. "It shows more cockhead on the carving". Again he said nothing so I cupped his balls in my other hand and pulled gently on them so that they were propped up even more than before. Jim was showing the signs of an erection as I did this. "It keeps moving around" I said and took his cock in my hand again moving it to the side and sliding the skin off the head. He was now noticeably aroused. His big cock was hardening and beginning to stand up. "The man on the horse doesn't have a hardon" I said. I continued to stroke his cock while he responded, "we'll have to do something about that; lets get on the bed".

He stood and I started to unbutton my shirt. "No, no, no, let me" he said and he pushed my hand aside. He started to undo my shirt then remove it. He continued by completely undressing me. When he finished we stood facing each other with our cocks fully erect and meeting each other, eye to eye.

Jim pulled me toward him wrapping his large arms around me. As we came together, Jim pressed his mouth against mine and thrust his tongue into my mouth. We erupted into a wild passionate kiss. Jim reached down and put his 8 inch cock between my legs. I squeezed it with my thighs and as I did Jim picked me off the floor and lay me on my back on the bed.

He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me to the center of the bed before he climbed over me and straddled my face with his cock and balls.

Jim grabbed me by the ass. The tips of the fingers of each of his hands met at my asshole as he opened his mouth and hungryly devoured my cock all the way to my balls. He moved up and down on my cock while he tipped his pelvis forward. He dropped his balls square onto my face, prompting me to nuzzle into them and lather them with my tongue. I could feel his cock bouncing on my chest and tried frantically to get to the end of it.

The more I tried to get to his cock the more he tipped his pelvis. His balls were on my chin and his asshole came into view. My tongue automatically moved off his balls and drew a line to his hole. Jim was whimpering in delight as he sucked more determinedely on my cock. When my tongue hit his hole he lurched backward, opening his hole so that my tongue could enter. He allowed me to explore the insides of his pink hole for a second before he pulled up then crawled backwards. He positioned the head of his cock over my face so that I was looking straight up the shaft.

Opening his legs further he plunged his cock into my mouth. His balls hit me in the face when I was a few inches on. As I began to allow him to face fuck me he resumed sucking on my cock. I was clinging onto his hips to pull my mouth further up his shaft with his balls banging against my face when I began to blow my cum into his mouth. He sucked even harder when he tasted my cum. He was grunting and groaning and matching the rhythm of my face fucking as I started to slip a finger into his still moistened hole. He ground against my finger and began to thrust his cock into my mouth. Jim pushed his face down on my cock, held it in his mouth and began whimpering in short audible cries. The first taste of Jim's cum hit my mouth and prompted me to rise up to meet the impending load.

His load hit me all at once. It filled me as he tried to get all of his massive tool into me. I had to fight to make room for all of him. We stayed there for the next few seconds with each others softening cocks buried in our mouths.

Jim rolled off of me and spun around so that we were again face to face. He looked into my eyes once more, said thank-you and kissed me, closed mouthed, on the lips.

I climbed up on top of him, cupped his face in my hands, said no, thank-you. I then kissed him passionately on the lips.

He wrapped his arms around me and that's how we stayed for a long time.

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