Date: Tue, 29 Jun 2010 20:23:36 -0700 (PDT) From: TJ <nsa_top@yahoo.com> Subject: Gay Encounters / Farmer's Market I'm of age and you should be too. Respect the local laws and avoid reading or publishing this under prohibited circumstances. All rights reserved. Keep speech free! ----------------- Four weeks into this weekend market and I was getting itchy to do something else with my Saturday mornings other than setting up tables and delivering veggies. I'd gotten to a point where I could set up and tear down blind folded. I was getting ready to beat it out of there when I realized there was a sole remaining vendor - the sweet pea man. I circled my truck around and came up behind the young mans stand. It was completely set up and he was sitting there like the market was going on - except, it wasn't. What's up dude? You been left behind? Naw, the truck is broken down at the other Farmer's Market in Forrestville. They've got a replacement coming to pick me up. So, I'm gonna wait for them. No sense in working in this heat. I shifted into Park and jumped out of the truck - I grabbed a couple of bottles of water and headed over to the kid. He was seated in a stadium lounge chair with his feet propted up on the veg table. His shorts were pushed back showing some nicely tanned muscled calves and thighs. I handed him a bottle of water - his face lite up with a giant smile. Thanks man! he said as he quickly chugged at the bottle. I'll be ok. I don't expect that they'll be too long. Ok. Just thought you'd like some water - sitting the other bottle on the table. Where are out of, I asked. I live in Santa Cruz, but the farmers are from all over the place. I just meet them up here for the weekend work. I go to UC during the week. I spend the night at the grower place down the valley - work here on Saturday and wherever on Sunday. Back to the coast in the early afternoon. yeah, cool. I said. Well, I'm just down the road here. You need anything, here's my number, I said handing him my card, I'm Luke. I'm part of the organizing committee. We don't want the vendors to be stranded. Looks bad for us - I chuckled. Laughing - Ok - that's cool - thanks. I'm sure they'll pick me up shortly. They have a bunch of trucks doing all the farmer's markets up here so they'll get here sooner or later. Alright, but again if you need anything, give a call. alright? with a tip of the bottle to me he said, " will do, thanks for the waters." I headed back to the truck and as I buckled in I glanced at the guy. He was standing now facing the truck and in a typical young turk pose, one hand down the front of his shorts and the other in a salute with the bottled water toward me - I nodded and pulled toward the exit. Parking the truck in the staging and storage area my cell rang. Unknown number? Hello? Hey, Hi - Luke? Yeah Hi - who's this? This is Kev, over here at the farmer's market, sorry to bug but my truck driver just called me and told me that they wouldn't be here for a few more hours. Any chance you have a shady spot that I can hold up and wait for my ride? Well, sure - let me head back to the market. See ya in a few. Getting back to the market lot, Kev had all his gear packed and staged for pick up. Wow, you've got this down, eh? Yeah, he said, I've got the system down. It pays to be organized. Piling the gear into the truck, Kev and I made short work of it and were jumping into the cab of the truck turning up the A/C and adjusting the vents directly in our faces. The sweat was showing through our shirts necks and armpits. Ok, I said - so what are we going to do with this stuff? Do we need to take it with us or can we park it with the truck or what? Well, the ranch is only about 40 minutes away, you could drive me there and I'll owe you big time! 40 Minutes, I thought? I'll pay for the gas. he said moving his big brown eyes into the 'puppy dog' position. Hmm, what the fuck, sure. You've gotta swear to be back at the market next week and through the season. Kev kept the conversation going the entire trip. It made the time fly by. We pulled into he farms drive and Kev directed me to the back side of a bunk house and storage sheds where I could see the other stacks of tables, tents, bins and stuff. I backed into the unloading zone and killed the engine. Kev said, hang out man, I've got some guys that will take the materials - they do inventory as well- I found some shade toward the back of the shed and popped a bottle of water. Out of the bunk house came Kev and 2 other guys - they practically attacked the truck load and made easy work of it - putting everything in its place. The trio came back into the shade and all thanked me for the delivery and that it meant the other truck from the other market wouldn't have to back track and would get back here before dark. With that the two helpers excused themselves and retreated to the bunk house. Kev turned to me and asked if he could get me another water or anything? I said, it looks like you had one tossed on you - maybe you need one more than I do. Grabbing his t-shirt at the chest, he pulled it out to examine it. He was soaked. And wih a quick yank, the shirt came off over his head. He was not buffed but you could tell that he didn't have more than a couple pounds extra on him. I was guessing at his age while admiring his arms and chest while he was wiping his arm pits with the shirt. It's time for a swim, he said. You up to it? Yeah sure, you have a pool here too? Nope, we've got the reservoir right over there - let's go. and Kev took the lead. We headed over the berm and then down to the field. There was a wide canal on the edge of the field and it lead out about 1/2 mile to another larger berm. I assumed that was where the water was. Kev was a fast walker. No shade in sight so I kept up with him. He was telling me that working on the farm was just a fantasy that he'd had because of the years in the City where he'd grown up. So when this gig came along, he said, I nearly came in pants. I wasn't sure how to respond to his fantasy so I just nodded and said, yeah? cool. we topped the berm and stretching out in front of us was about an acre of water. It'd been there long enough to have scrubs growing on two sides but was clear of them on the other two. We headed for the patch of shade the first giant scrub cast and sat down on the log that obviously was put there to sit on. I could hear Kev's breathy panting and wondered if he was going to be ok when he said. Dude, I'm so glad you decided to join me. He pulled off his shoes and socks and stood to peel his shorts off. I had missed the queue and when I turned to acknowledge his comment there he stood completely naked. His cock nearly erect and wagging toward me took me by surprise and when I looked up toward Kev's face, he was smiling and doing his puppy-dog eye thing again. I stood up and quickly shed my clothing while I told him that I was really glad I decided to be so generous with my truck and time... He laugh in a knowing way - and as I dropped my trousers Kev's obvious excitement peaked and his cock was slapping up against his trim belly. His balls were hanging heavy in the heat and he shifted his weight from foot to foot while he waited on my to hang my gear on the twigs. Let's do it, I said and headed to the water. Kev raced past me and went tripping into the water. The edge was abrupt and there was not shallow point so we were up to our necks within a few steps. Kev gurgled out a few words and spit and then clearly said - I swim here every day that i'm here. The guys who live here don't care so much about the water, but I love it. and from there he took up the form of a swimmer and swam away. I was being refreshed just by being in the water, so I flipped onto my back and floated around. I could hear Kev's rhythm first going up and then going back. I floated and daydreamed about his hard cock and excitement to get out into the water. It was giving my cock what it needed and soon my dick was at full mast. Even the coolness of the water was not having any effect. The splashing was now coming closer and over me so I turned to greet the swimmer. He was approaching in a dog paddle and a big smile. Nice, huh. he grunted. Uh yeah, I grunted back. Very nice! We headed to the bush that was hanging over the edge of the water and grabbed on to a stout branch allowing us to stop treading water for a bit. It became practically silent except for our breathing and the distant sounds of farming equipment in the fields. So how many people actually live on this place? I asked During the week, there are about 6 guys plus the owner, Kev responded, during the weekend it could be up to 15 during the peak season - but some guys live close by so they aren't all here in the evening. Any action down on the farm with the hands? I asked with as evil a grin that I could muster.. We were bobbing in and out of the water when Kev's legs circled my waist and pulled me toward him. We slammed together and he put one arm around my neck and said 'not up 'till now'. and he planted his lips on mine. As he let the branch he was hanging on to go, he slide down my torso where his ass met my hard on. His arm and legs wrapped tightly around me Kev's tongue was penetrating my mouth like a jack hammer. I could tell his lust was growing as he bounced on my cock grinding his cheeks and asshole around. He took his hand and got a grip on my cock and started to rub my cock head on his hole and teasing himself by pushing my cockhead in and out of his sphincter - all the while sucking my lips and tongue greedily. as he was shoving my cock in a little deeper each time - I took and buried my cock in his ass to the base. He arched his back and groaned in appreciation. I was where he wanted me to be - deep. We hung in aqua suspension for a moment locked in a kiss and fucking embrace. Kev started bouncing on my cock - keeping it deep always. I was pounding his g-spot as he leaned into it with just his hands locked behind my neck and impaled on my hard on. His asshole gripped my cock expertly as he road his way to orgasm. We were in perfect rhythm as I cam he cam and water became a thrashing of two men fucking. We can to rest but did not become disconnected. I let him float back but kept my hard cock deep inside him. I could see that Kev was fucking high as a kite on the sex we'd just had. I broke into the revel with a question - so, did that fulfill your farm fantasy? Kev just moaned and sighed what apparently was something like - 'awe yea' - I call him my sweet pea man these days. see you at the Farmer's Market. all rights reserved - etc. nsa_top@yahoo.com