Andy's Shopping Trip

Andy's Shopping Trip

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Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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Dear Reader -- More than 20 years ago, when I was in my mid-20's, I used to frequent a site built for young gay men to watch porn, read articles about sexual health and find hot stories to read. I hadn't quite discovered Nifty, so this new concept of "gay erotica" was like honey to a fly.

I recently came across a story that I'd saved from that site. After that, I wiped up the spunk. Then I decided to repost it. The story was removed from the site, but it's lived on my old Gateway 2000 for all these years. Sadly, the Gateway barely works, but I managed to get Windows 98 to load and rescued the file.

So having said that, I did not write this story but it was literally one of the very first gay erotica stories I've ever read and it had a tremendous influence on my decision to try my hand at posting my own stories over a decade later.

Enjoy ~

Hi, I'm Andy and I would like to tell you about my recent visit to buy some new jeans and tee shirts. I have had one or two gay encounters before, but never in such circumstances as this. I hope you enjoy it and let me know how you feel.

I thought I imagined it at first, but the second time I felt it was unmistakable. There I was in a crowded lift of a major department store and someone was caressing and squeezing my bottom. We were literally crammed into the lift like sardines, and I was almost right in the corner. Behind me I guessed there were three people who were in a position to touch me, but I had no idea which one it was. It was a bit scary, though I was enjoying the attention, I had no idea if it was a man or woman, or what their intention was.

When we reached the third floor most of the people in the lift exited, and somewhat reluctantly I had to move forward. All three of the people behind me remained in the lift and the doors closed and we progressed to the fourth floor. I could feel myself flush with embarrassment, and just new that I was obviously ill at ease by the flirtatious action. At nearly 16 years of age, I am gaining quite a lot of sexual awareness, but still a bit sensitive to embarrassment. I felt too shy to even glance around behind me to see if their faces gave an indication of who was my wooer.

As the lift eased to a stop at the fourth floor I noticed that there were no other lift buttons illuminated, all four of us who were remaining in the lift were getting out at this floor. The doors opened and I darted out and took up position to have a good look at the three people who were behind me. As each of them came out they gave no indication of their actions, or recognition of me standing there. Two men and a woman casually left the lift and went in different directions. I was disappointed and feeling a little frustrated that someone had made a sexual advance toward me and I had no idea who.

As unnerving as the lift ride was, my main aim of the shopping day was to buy two new pair of jeans and a couple of tee shirts. In the past my mother had always come with me shopping for clothes which made the whole episode less than exciting, but this time I had a pocket full of money and I was on my own.

After browsing for about 15 minutes I found two really cool pair of stone washed stretch denim jeans and a couple of great tee shirts. I don't really like shopping for clothes, but being able to pick and choose on my own made it a bit of a novelty.

One thing I liked less than shopping was having to try clothes on before I took them home, but I was threatened with a fate worse than death if I bought clothes that did not fit. There was hardly anyone about when I went to the cashier's desk, and decided to go straight into the change booths and check out if these clothes would fit.

The change booth was a partition wall construction that didn't give a lot of privacy. It was the sort of change booths where you almost expected some little kid's face to appear in the eighteen-inch gap between the floor and the bottom of the partition. Anyway this time the change booths where empty, so I decided that speed and stealth were the order of the day.

Within a minute I had my own jeans off and hanging on the one unbroken clothes hook, and my own tee shirt draped over the rickety chair. Now wearing only my pale green underpants, I had one of the new tee shirts half over my head when I heard a young man's voice.

"You know you shouldn't come back here with shop clothes with out first asking. If we loose clothes the boss goes crazy at us."

"I'm sorry," I managed to blurt out while struggling, but failing to drag the new tee shirt over my head.

"It's okay now, but don't do it again."

I looked up and leaning the swinging saloon-style doors to the change room was a young man with a rather stern looking face. I immediately noticed his eyes were intently surveying my barely clad body.

"You know these change rooms don't give you much privacy to try clothes on," he said in a far more congenial tone. "We normally only let customers use these ones to try on shirts. There are a couple of rooms down the end that are more appropriate when you need to strip down any more. Would you like to follow me down here."

Without waiting to see if I wanted to or not, he started walking further down the isle of change booths, so I quickly scooped up all the clothes and wearing nothing but underpants, I quickly followed him down through a wooden door with a 'Sorry Taken' sign. Inside was a more spacious change room. Again as I entered the new change room I noticed that he casually but intently surveyed my near-naked body. He seemed slow and determined in his gaze but unemotionally moved, so I didn't think much of it.

"You will be more comfortable here. There is a complementary Coke in the refrigerator, so help yourself and enjoy one. I will set the 'Sorry Taken' sign on door so you won't get disturbed. Now there is hardly anyone in the shop, so you can take your time and make sure those jeans fit. Remember that we don't offer refunds on the jeans, so take your time, see how they fit and how they feel walking around, sitting and bending over."

Just as suddenly as the assistant appeared he was gone. I looked around the change room and it was very nicely set out.

There was a nice lounge suite instead of just a rickety chair, a refrigerator, and an coffee table with peanuts and potato chips in bowls. It seemed a far cry from the other change room and nothing like I have ever seen. There was a bit of stored gym equipment in one corner, but it had and overall homely look about it.

I laid out the clothes over one of the lounge chairs and proceeded to try on one of the new pair of jeans. The legs were a bit long, but apart from that they felt great. There was something really great about a new pair of jeans. Maybe it was the way they hugged your body or pressed your balls hard against your penis, but it was a really good feeling. The sensation of the firm jeans around my bottom began to remind me of the fondling that I had received in the lift, and I felt myself getting a hard-on. It certainly was turning out to be an interesting trip.

I decided to take up the shop assistant's offer of a can of Coke and began walking around and seeing how the new clothes felt. Looking around, I saw three full-length mirrors and I found if I positioned myself they would allow me to inspect how I looked from various angles. These stretch jeans surely showed off my firm ass. I bet that would turn on my admirer in the lift, I thought to as I ran one hand over my smooth buttock.

"Well how are you going?" the assistant burst into the change room. "Boy do you look the goods. Hey, they really suit you. Come over here. Turn around a bit"

He reached over to one side of the door and flicked on a HIFI set, which immediately sprang into life with a rhythmic slow rock beat. For the second time today I felt embarrassed by a complement, but this one was less sexually overt. I slowly sauntered over to the centre of the room and did a slow pirouette like a fashion model in time with the music.

"You look great.keep turning about .Oh-oh stop!"

I was shaken to a halt by his command and stopped facing directly away from them.

"Are you sure these are the correct leg and waist measurement for you?" said the assistant. And suddenly I jumped as I felt his two hands wrapped about my left thigh.

"Don't be startled, just checking if they fit. Do they feel good?"

"Err.. Yes, " I managed gasp out as his hands firmly run up and down my thighs.

My heart started to race as I felt my penis hardening to the sensation of again being caressed. Next his hands were all over my bottom and he was commenting on how well I filled out these jeans. Next, I felt one of his hands run up the inside of my leg and my penis began to strain against the denim and the shop assistant noticed. Slowly and steadily the hand continued between my legs and began to caress the front of my jeans and my penis was rock solid.

"Oh you are a beautiful boy. You don't mind do you?"

I don't know what made me do it, but I just sighed and said no, and the caressing became more and more arousing.

"You liked it in the lift didn't you?"

"Was that you?" I panted out.

"You liked it didn't you? Tell me?

"Yes it was a turn on."

His hand was all over my bottom and my crotch. I was getting an enormous hard on. He ran his hand up under my tee shirt and began running it all over my back. Then round the front of my stomach and up over my chest. He squeezed my nipples hard. His other hand had moved around my waste and was fumbling to undo the new jeans, and I grabbed for my waist to stop him.

"What if someone comes in?"

"It 's okay. When I hang the 'Sorry Taken' sign on the door

and play this music on the CD the other shop assistant knows

what is going on and will never allow anyone to come in here.

We are safe and quit private. We are both good friends and look out for each other in this way."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want to feel your body."

With that I released my hands and I felt my pants button popping open and my zip being lowered. With one smooth moment the jeans were dragged to the floor, with my underpants left halfway down my thighs. I felt his hands around my left calf lifting it and removing the jeans, then the right. I went to slide my underpants down, but a hand stop me.

"No leave them there. I want to enjoy how they look."

My penis was firm and sticking straight out in front of me.

Warm and moist lips began kissing the cheeks of my bottom.

"Your body is so smooth and creamy, like soft ivory."

I was amazed how smooth the shop assistant's face felt on my bottom. Hands ran up the sides of my torso and lifted the tee shirt over my head, turning it inside out as it went.

"Just pull your arms out, leave it over your head," my newfound lover panted and I was left wearing the tee shirt like a wreath around my neck.

A hand ran between my thighs and I had an inner sensation to close my legs together, but the shop assistant had now positioned most of the trunk of his body between my legs. I felt his nose forcing its way between the cheeks of my bottom and my penis became fully erect.

Two hands left my body and tore my underpants at the crotch, leaving them like an extremely revealing pair of crotchless panties. My now torn underpants were now pulled back up around my hips. Again my underpants were torn so that they were completely in two sections only joined at the waistband.

All my genitals were now fully exposed without any way of covering myself. The tee shirt waistband was lifted over my head so that completely covered my head and I could no longer see anything.

"I'm getting scared," I said feebly. I was now couldn't see anything.

"Don't worry, ignore the sight and concentrate on what you feel, hear and smell. Concentrate on enjoying the sensation of my touch on your body."

I felt warm lips gently kissing my thighs and pulling my legs to a wider stride position. Moistened fingers began to caress between the cheeks of my bottom and touch and tickle my anal sphincter. The other hand slid up under my balls and gently lifted them, stretching them up in front of my now solidly erect penis. Harder and harder my balls were lifted as a slender finger began to penetrate my anus.

"You are so beautiful. I want you. Do you want more?"

"Yesss," I hissed with gasping breath.

I felt the kisses progressing up the side of my body, as my arm ran down the back of my lover. A warm tongue licked and kissed my armpit and then a gentle bight on my chest. My lover now had two fingers pushed as far as possible and was massaging my anal love pussy into submission. The other hand was massaging the outer side of my penis just under its throbbing head. I was starting to feel uncontrollably wobbly on my feet.

Just then the caressing stopped and I felt myself being pulled.

"Come over here before you fall over."

I followed my leader now in total submission and expectancy of what was going to happen. I was led over to what felt like a low vinyl padded counter. I was told it was the top section of a vaulting horse. It was only about three feet high. I was then layed face down along the vaulting horse so my legs were over the end. My legs were not quite long enough to allow me to kneel on the ground. My penis was hard as a rock and pointing straight down to the ground as it rested on the flat end of the box. My legs were then spread wide so that my feet were resting on the balls of my big toes. I felt the cheeks of my bottom naturally part with the stretching and I must have been a very inviting site.

"Hold onto the hand grips on each side," the shop assistant panted, "they're down close to the floor."

"Okay," I puffed and panted.

I then again felt his nose between my now parted cheeks and the softness of his face against my bare bottom.

"You are so beautiful. Your butt is so smooth and sweet."

His tongue began licking a track between my anal sphincter to my ballsack. Each time his tongue found its way back to my anus it plunged into my love hole. My penis was hard as a rock and my whole groin was beginning to pulse with spasms.

He had one finger that massaged the vee cleft of the base the head of my penis, which was pointing straight down along the flat end of the vaulting horse. His other hand ran up and down the lower part of my back.

As I began to get closer and closer to cumming the intensity of his oral and digital stimulation grew more persistent. His left hand worked down my spine massaging either side of my now aching backbone, eventually stopping right at my anus.

His finger and thumb then split the cheeks of my bottom and exposed my now spasming sphincter even further. His mouth now worked back up from my balls and literally attacked my anus. His hot tongue plunged into my open and willing bottom and his teeth came down around the muscle of my sphincter.

With tongue and teeth the show assistant set up a rhythm in time with my spasms and the throbbing music. Plunging his tongue deep then biting down on my sphincter. His right hand worked up and down my penis, sliding over my balls and dragging his fingers down from near my anus to the base of my ballsack. I was becoming uncontrollably aroused and near orgasm.

I realised that I was panting deeply and grunting with each spasm and bite on my anus. I should have been concerned about the noise that I was making, but I really didn't care. All I wanted to do was to enjoy all this young man was willing to

offer me. I was totally blinded by the tee shirt still wrapped round my head, which seemed to increase the other senses.

With almost an uncontrollable half yell, half moan, I reached an absolutely explosive orgasm. Immediately my lover moved his attack and I felt two thumbs being inserted into my now very willing sphincter. With a pain like I had never experience before, my lover pulled his thumbs away from each other. At first hard apart, then relaxed. The pain seemed to re-trigger my orgasmic spasms. Again he pulled his thumbs apart and I let out a near-crying moan, before relaxing. I felt tears and sweat running down my face and saturating the tee shirt that was around my head. Again the thumbs pulled my sphincter open, but this time held for an almost excruciating time. And then I felt the sweet soothing moisture of his tongue exploring my now very open orifice.

It seemed like an eternity that this went on for, and I felt my sexual urges again building up. My stomach muscles again began to contract and release as my arousal built up. I had never regained such an intense sexual urge after a big orgasm before. Again as the thumbs pulled wide apart and I felt the gentle caress of his tongue I began to again thrust against the vaulting box.

My lover then shocked me by biting very hard right in the middle of my left cheek. It was a hard bite and his head seemed to almost thrash from left to right as though he was trying to tear my buttock off. I let out a long guttural moan of pleasure and the sexuality rushed through my shaking body like electricity. Then at last mercifully his jaws released.

"Oh there's a sweet love bite that won't go away for a while.

You are so beautiful."

I was panting hard. My hips were thrusting against the vaulting box and I felt my anus trying to pull my wide spread legs back together. My sphincter was pulsing madly and deep down I knew what I wanted. Deep within my bowels had grown a need to be taken. Taken with more submissiveness than I could have ever imagined. More than my fantasies of being taken like a woman had ever aroused. I wanted to be taken like only a blossoming teenage boy can. I wanted to give my total and unreserved sexual pleasure to this young man.

"Take me," I whispered.

"What was that my sweet?"

"Take me," I panted a little louder.

"Louder for me my baby boy"

"Take me, take me now" I moaned louder.

"Yes my sweet boy, talk to me."

I felt his hands part my cheeks and a bobbing penis patting

against my pulsing sphincter. The sensation sent a shot of electricity through my body.

"Take me now, I want to be your boy. Take me as you want."

My pleadings were answered with actions as I felt the pressure of the head of his penis against my anus. I had anal sex on a couple occasions before, but usually with guys my own age or only a bit older. This was to be my first time with an experienced adult, and it was entirely different.

I was astonished at how easy his penis entered my bottom.

The working over that he had given me with his hands and mouth had prepared me well for this entry. It also had the

effect of super-sensitising my anus and the pain of entry was very quickly overcome with intense pulsating pleasure.

"Talk to me, my love," he said as his hands firmly gripped my hips.

"Oh fuck me please,' I moaned.

"That's it, tell me what you want. Tell me what you will be for me."

His hips and arms began to drive his penis with deep thrusts into my anus. In his thrusts went right till his hips slapped against my bottom, and then out until it felt like just the head of his penis was inside me.

"I want to be your boy," I panted, "and have you fuck me. Fuck me hard please."

Harder his hips slapped against my bottom with each thrust.

Harder and stronger his thrusts became, as my own sexual excitement was about to peak. With an intense moan my groin again spasmed and another but less intense load of mine shot down the end wood of the vaulting horse.

I determined that I would return to this young man all the pleasure I could, and began to concentrate to controlling the tightness of my anus. Tightening and releasing on each thrust.

I heard his deep breathing becoming more and more frantic and uncontrolled. His thrusts became rhythmic punches as I felt his pulsing penis pounding the extremities of my anal pussy.

"Augh," he gasped with and almost deafening volume as I felt an explosion of warm semen flood my bottom.

He seemed to keep orgasming for ages and eventually he slumped over my naked body on the vaulting horse.

"That was wonderful."

"I loved that," I whispered.

I felt his lips gently kissing my shoulders, and his tongue licking my sweat that was pooling at the base of my neck.

Slowly but surely I felt his spasming subside and he began to slowly withdraw his engorged penis from my anal channel.

As soon as his penis abandoned my body I felt the warm semen flow out onto my bottom and down my legs. I just layed their for a few minutes, both enjoying the sexual glow and summoning the energy to recover my clothes and finish my shopping.

The shop assistant eventually helped me to my feet and untangled the tee shirt from round my head. To my disappointment he already had his pants back on.

"Thanks that was wonderful," I said, "I have never been fucked like that before."

"It was great. I'd like to have sex with you again, but hey, I don't even know your name."

"It's Andy."

"Cute name."

"Mine is Peter."

"I'd better get dressed, or I'll be late home."

"Here let me help you," he said as he brought my jeans over to me.

I took of my shredded underpants and handed them to Peter.

He held them up to his face and breathed deeply.

"I can smell your sweetness on these," and he put them in his pocket. "You have a nice souvenir on your left cheek too."

As I looked at my pinkie-white bottom in one of the mirrors I saw a huge black love bite appearing.

"That'll take some explaining to your family, Andy."

"It'll be need more explaining to my school friends."

I put my own pants back on without underpants and with each leg movement I felt a gush of semen flow from my bottom and soak into my jeans. I checked in the mirror and I had an obvious large wet patch at the seat of my pants and down my legs.

Peter helped me out of the seat soaked tee shirt and began mopping the sweat from my back and chest. As he worked his way up to my upper chest he leaned toward me and he kissed me gently on the lips. 🏳️‍🌈

The trip home was quite unnerving. Anyone who walked behind me through the streets to the train station would have seen the cum drenched back of my pants. I also was sure that some people around me on the train recognized the strong pungent smell of sexual sweat and cum on me.

When I stood up to get off the train at my stop I could see a wet patch where I sat.

"Is that you Andy?"

"Yes Mum."

"Did you get some new jeans?"

"No, but the man said if I come back tomorrow he'd have something that would fit me exactly."

🏳️‍🌈 The End 🏳️‍🌈

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