Date: Mon, 9 Jan 2012 14:07:50 -0800 (PST) From: Bob Hall Subject: Pants This is a true story. I see a lot of stories here that are good but made up from a good imagination. This happened to me when I was 13 years old. When I was 13 years old I needed to get some new clothes, for some reason, why escapes me now. At that time I was on my bicycle as much as possible. That was the only feeling of freedom that I had. I guess looking back, if I could have been on that bike naked it could not have gotten any better. In any event, I lived close to a shopping center in the small southern Tennessee town, so going to the mall was easy. My mother sent me to the department store that was the biggest store in town and told me to get some slacks. I set out immediately on my bike to take care of that chore. I arrived at the store and told the man working in the boy's and men's department that I needed to buy slacks. He asked me the size and of course I had no idea. So he asked me to stand in the hallway where the fitting rooms were. He then measured my waist and then the length from my crotch to the cuff. I didn't think much at first but he had to take that measurement for a long time and his hand was pushing up against my balls and the head of my dick. At age 13 you can get a hard on thinking about linoleum. So my dick proceeded to stick straight out. The man asked me what color and what the occasion was for the purchase, I told him what I needed. He told me to go into the fitting room and take off the pants that I had on. I did, standing there with my t-shirt and my tighty wighty underwear on, he soon returned with a couple of pairs of pants. I tried on the first pair and he helped me get them on, not that I needed help, but he was there for support I guess. When I got them on, he felt of the waist for tightness and then he said that he needed to check the crotch to make sure they were not too tight. So he unzipped my pants and slid his hand in under my balls and up to my ass and began to feel around as if there was something there he was looking for. I stood very still thinking that this was not the usual procedure but I was really enjoying having his hand slipping across my dick and under my balls to see if the crotch was correct. Next I tried on another pair and we went through the same routine. This time when he slid his hand in I pushed my dick against his arm. He stopped moving and held my balls for a minute or two and then slowly started removing his hand, slow enough that he was able to hold my dick for a minute. I was so hard you could have driven nails with my dick. After that pair of pants he went out to find another pair that would be better. I decided that I was going to see how far I could take this situation, so I slipped out of my underwear. When he came back in, he was startled to find me standing there with no underwear on and my dick sticking straight out as hard as a rock. He stopped for a moment and then handed me the new pants and I put them on. He again checked the waist, but this time when he slipped his hand in to check the crotch, all he found was my hard dick. I guess he decided that my dick was in need of some attention because he slowly pulled the skin up and down. I thought I was going to pass out. This was the best feeling I had ever had. I had known that I liked men for a while then, but that confirmed it. He continued to rub until a voice came from outside the room and he said that I should put my clothes back on and come out to the register. I was SO disappointed, but did as I was told. When I came out, he was alone and told me which pair of pants I should get and how much they would be. I told him that I would have to go to my house to get the money and left. My heart was beating 1000 times a minute as I flew home to get the money. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I knew I was going to get more out of that situation than I had at that point. My mother asked me how it went and I said fine and that I had found some pants that I liked and she gave me the money to buy them. I jumped back on my bike and was back to the store in a flash. I went in and the same man was helping another young man so I decided to wait. He offered to go ahead and ring up my purchase, but I told him I would wait. When the guy left I told him I wanted to try on some more pants in a different color. He seemed surprised at first and then a slight grin came across his face. He told me to go into the same dressing room and that he would get them and be right back. When he came into the room, I had stripped completely and I was standing as far to the side as I could get so that no one would be able to see me. My dick was standing straight out. Upon entry he stopped in shock to see me there with nothing on. I told him I wanted to make sure the pants fit right and that they looked good on me. He handed me the pants and this time stood back as I slipped into them. After I had pulled them up I fastened them but did not try to get my dick in or zip them up. There I stood with my raging hard on sticking out. Once again he checked the waist. He stood up and looked out of the curtain to make sure no one else was there and adjusted his own hard dick. After looking he bent down in front of me and said that he needed to check the crotch and bent closer to my dick than he had before. At that moment I unclasped the waist and let the pants fall to the floor. He froze on the spot about 4 inches from the head of my dick. Knowing what I wanted I leaned in and brought the head of my dick against his lips. At first he did not move and then he barely opened his mouth and I pushed right in as far as I could go. He grasped my ass on both sides and started sucking as if he was drinking a thick milkshake through a straw. After about two minutes of sucking I completely lost control and filled his mouth with my cum. He swallowed it as fast as I could pump it in. When I was through he held my dick in his mouth until I started going limp. Then I pulled out and said that I would take the original pants. He stood up and cleared his throat stating that he would get the purchase ready and for me to come out when I was clothed. I came out and gave him the money, he gave me my change and said thank you very much young man, please come back if I can help you in the future. I told him I would be back soon for additional clothing. The next time I went back he was no longer working there, I was so disappointed because I had held a good load for him to take. I never saw him again and never really enjoyed trying on clothes from that point on.