Ralph was a bit of a sucker for garage sales. Having grown up with a working single mother, they had spent quite a few weekends going around town to different sales, where they would occasionally find some clothes are a game for him, but her real target had always been collectibles. She had a knack for haggling, and she could usually pick out some piece of glassware or ornament priced way below what she could get for it on ebay, and Ralph had always sort of enjoyed watching his mother get the best of people, sometimes with a few hundred dollars of profit to help make ends meet. Now, as a poor college student starting as a Freshman, he’d found his mother’s lessons proved more beneficial than he might have imagined, and decided he too could make some extra cash. Labor day weekend was a great time for sales, and he started early Saturday, eventually coming round to a sizable sale out in front of a rundown ranch style home. It was manned by a bored looking, heavy set man slouching in a lawn chair under an awning–easy target, if he had anything worthwhile.
He made a quick circuit of the tables, other people talking quietly around various curios, mismatched dishes, and piles of towels. Nothing seemed particularly interesting–but one table simply had rows and rows of boxes full of disorganized stuff, all of it free for the taking. There might be something of worth in there, but going through all of them would take forever. Still, he had the time, and so he started digging around, finding nothing until he reached the third box, and his hand brushed against something strange, some sort of scratchy cloth, but as soon as it brushed his skin, he felt a shiver ripple through him, his breath growing quick and shallow. He gripped the thing and pulled it free from the box, only to find a wadded up jockstrap in his hand, not a small one either from the amount of fabric, none to clean from how crispy it felt, in fact he could smell it, could smell the…the cum soaked and dried into it, the piss…he…he was feeling hot now, and a bit faint, his vision tunnelling–
“Hey–Hey! Buddy, you ok?”
He was flat on his back. What had just happened? There were a bunch of faces looking down at him.
“You alright?”
It was the man from the lawn chair, the fat guy who’d seemed so bored. What in the hell had just happened? He’d…he could remember picking…something up, but he couldn’t remember what, and then…then he’d obviously fainted or something. The guy got down on one knee with a grunt, and Ralph could see his gut hanging out the bottom of his…his shirt, his eyes fixated on it there, barely able to keep himself from reaching out to touch it, instead grabbing hold of the man’s hand, helping him sit up. It seemed to take more effort than it usually did, like something was pushing back–and sure enough, something was. He’d sprouted…sprouted a gut…or had he always had a gut? He was still feeling dizzy and light headed, but he could…could have sworn he hadn’t been fat, and yet who was he trying to kid? Of…of course he’d been fat, he told himself, he been fat all his life.
“You need to come inside for some water?”
“No…No, I’m ok, I think…” Ralph said, “Must just be the heat today.”
“No kidding. Look, at least let me drive you home. Where do you live?”
The rest of the group had dispersed, and Ralph told him he was fine, that he’d feel bad if the guy had to abandon his sale for him. The guy insisted, however, and so they shut the garage door, Ralph told him he was a college student, and the man smirked. He helped Ralph into his truck, started the engine, and headed for campus.
“I…did you tell me your name?” Ralph asked.
“Eddie’s what most people call me,” the man said with a wink, “You mind if I smoke?” he said, pulling out a cigar. From Ralph’s meek reply he could sense that Ralph did mind, but he lit up anyway. He dropped him in front of his dorm, and before Ralph shut the door, he said, “I know ya didn’t get to buy anything, but I’ll be set up all weekend. Come back by tomorrow, and we’ll see what we can find for ya, alright?”
Ralph nodded, not quite able to figure out why his cock was so hard, and trudged up the stairs to his dorm room, which was empty, thankfully. He stripped off his shirt shoes and shorts, admiring his fat form in the mirror, groping his cock through his filthy jockstrap, milking a load of cum into the pouch before climbing into bed, figuring a wank and a nap would make him feel better than anything else. He woke up feeling very refreshed, got dressed again and helped himself to a massive meal on his dining card, already excited to go garage saling again…and excited to see Eddie again, though he didn’t really want to admit to himself why.
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