Farmers Market

I graduated high school in May 1975.  My parents worked a tobacco farm of one hundred sixty acres in a county that ordered Knoxville.  I had been accepted to Tennessee Tech on a full scholarship.  I was the first person in my family that would be attending college.  I played football and was marching band in high school so I never had the chance to work a part time job.  In the spring my grandpa got my truck in tip top shape and suggested I sell produce in the parking lot at Neyland Stadium at UT Knoxville.

First couple of weeks I sold half runner green beans, cucumbers, ears of corn and okra when it was full and in season. I met a variety of people. Some older who loved fresh produce but didn’t want to fool with their own garden. One lady had asked for a bushed of okra so she could can pickled okra. This lady definitely knew what she was doing. A couple of weeks around noon I met a gentleman around forty. Very handsome and always had his boxer pup with him. I love dogs and each week the dog would walk around my truck and greet me. I learned the pup’s name was Hut and his owner was one handsome man. I discovered Hut’s dad was divorced, owned a construction company and grew up as a teenager on a farm. Daniel would always buy extra and tipped me well. He told me he took the fresh produce to his construction site and his workers took some home each week and many days they fixed a tomato and mayonnaise sandwich. I threw in some extra cucumbers for their lunch break.

After Daniel paid me he would go to this Ford Bronco and get me a Sprite or 7-up. One particular Saturday when I had sold out of items sooner than usual he asked me if I had plans. Nope, I didn’t have to be home until dinner time. Daniel told me he needed to go by his construction site and check on a few things. I have spoken with this man well over a month every Saturday. He was kind, generous and handsome indeed. His thick crotch was something I noticed every week. He recommended I take my truck to his house and leave it at his garage and I’d ride with him. His construction site was off the Chapman highway so I knew the general area. We went into the gated area and he locked the security gate behind us one we entered the construction zone. His company was building a new middle school for Knox County Schools.

As we entered the work trailer he unplugged the coffee maker and wrote a note to who locked up Friday that they knew better to leave the machine plugged up all weekend. His attention to details was very impressive. I learned as a farm kid somethings need to be done right….the first time. As he sat behind his desk he unlocked a small cash box and handed me a twenty dollar tip for taking the time to run errands with me. As he locked the office trailer he placed his strong hand on my shoulder and said….let’s go back to my place and go swimming. I told him I didn’t have any trunks….he reached behind my jeans waist band and snap by Fruit of the Loom white briefs….he said that wouldn’t be a problem. His home was off Kingston Pike in Knoxville on the River. He had a nice panoramic view of the Tennessee River and a dock, boat and ramp on the waterfront. It was impressive, but Daniel seemed very down to earth. He took care of his dog…fed him and got some fresh water, etc…. Daniel winked at me and said…get out of those shorts and jump in. I thought he meant my shorts….however, he removed his short running shorts and a black pair of Jockey bikini underwear like Jim Palmer wore in Jockey ads. Needless to say, the underwear definitely was struggling to hold his cock. Daniel offered me a cold soda or a long neck Miller High Life…”the champagne of beers.” A cold beer was nice. My grandpa left me drink a PBR on the front porch at the farm.

Daniel was naked but damn…handsome man. He was strong…his legs and arms were very muscular. I guess construction work had been a pretty unique way to develop his sexy body. As I undressed he winked at me and said farm boys definitely had nice bodies too. I joked and told him lifting bails of hay was better than hitting the weight room. Daniel handed me my beer once I dipped in the pool. As I swam to the edge he squatted down in front of me with his beautiful cock right in my face. I took a long slow swig of my beer and moved my head towards his crotch. I engulfed his pecker in my mouth and the cold beer was a sensation that got his attention. He jumped in the pool and cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. His tongue teased my lips and he was hungry yet passionate. He told me he had been watching me at the market for weeks. He said he was attracted to me and my kindness was just as interesting the way I treated older people. He shared one observation when the lady went on and on about canning corn. Asking me if I liked pickled cucumbers…did my mom have a good recipe for dill pickles, etc….I recall the customer and the fact she tipped me fifty cents to carry her dozen ears of corn to her Ford Falcon.
Daniel told me he didn’t want to rush things but he definitely had an agenda. As we hugged in his pool his thick cock had grown and I reached down and positioned his long, thick uncut cock under my nuts. It felt like his cockhead was resting under my ass crack. I kissed him and told him I only had a couple of hours. We got out of the pool. He got a beach towel and dried me off. He placed me on the chaise lounge chair. I was blown away. He rubbed his cock on my feet as he swallowed my dick. My pecker was imm warmed by his phenomenal mouth. He cupped my balls. Let his spit drip out of his mouth and he finger my boy pussy. I ran my fingers through his hair. His five o’clock shadow felt amazing on my heavy nuts. He started working a finger in my pink hole. Next, he added a second finger. Good god, I was moaning and beggin him to fuck me. Daniel flipped me over and destroyed my hole with his tongue. I wanted to taste his cock again. He refused, told me today he was going to pleasure me.

I have fucked around with my cousin and my best friend on the football team, however, no one had ever tongued fucked me like Daniel was doing. It was hot, steaming and my balls were ready to exploded. I begged to be fucked. He fingered my ass ….the K-Y was cool to my hole but he continued to fuck my ass and suck my cock. Within minutes he locked tight on my dick. He swallowed every drop. He raised up and kissed me. I locked my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

I told him I wanted his cock. He said…not today. He instructed me to stand over his feet and rest my nuts and cock on his toes. He laid down and stroked his cock. I begged him to let me finished him. He nudged his big toe up to my stretched hole. He told me to fuck my ass riding his big toe. Hey, I’ve never done anything like that…but after what he did for me …fuck, why not. He continued to slowly pull on his thick balls and cock. He had steady, even strokes. He shot his load all over his neck and chin. Without saying a word…I leaned over him and licked his creamy cum.
Daniel had an outdoor shower and we washed off. He had bars of Dial soap. We washed each other, we kissed and realized time was running out. As I was getting dressed he reminded naked. He told me he usually was nude when he was home alone. As I pit my shoes on he held my wrist….he looked very serious and asked me, “how much money did I earn today selling fresh produce?” I was surprised by this question. I told him about seventy-five dollars. He told me he had a proposal….load my truck with my vegetables next week and meet him at his construction site. Daniel said he would pay me one hundred fifty dollars for everything. He would give it to his crew the following week and that way Daniel and I could spend the entire day together next Saturday.

As I was walking to my truck he tucked a piece of paper in my hand…his home phone number and his work number. Folded in that paper was a fifty dollar bill. He kissed me and said…I’m sure you can use gas money. Daniel and I enjoyed the summer together. Every time I got an opportunity to get away I would go to his home, swim, enjoy grilling out and the biggest thing was riding his fat cock and having his cock deep in my ass.

Daniel and I remained friends for years.   Every October we planned a long weekend to his beach house at the Outer Banks.  Each summer when I plant a few cucumbers, tomatoes and green beans I am reminded how selling produce as a teenager opened my life to meeting a man who had a significant impact on my life. By the way….my partner and I still enjoying giving friends produce from my garden.