Date: Sat, 26 Nov 2022 07:40:39 +0000 (UTC) From: Mario Wallace Subject: The Record Store Encounter About: the following is a true story; I was the boy in this story and while it may be consumed for any reason beyond what I could possibly approve of, its intent is to share a part of my life's story that I otherwise keep to myself. Thank you Nifty for giving me and other's a platform to share our stories, real or fantasy. If you have the means, please donate For anyone interested in contacting me, Bostontravler21(at) Yahoo (dot) com The Record Store Encounter By Mario Wallace Once upon a time, in the late-late 1900s, when I was fourteen-and-three-days old, there existed Record Stores. These magical places received their namesake because they popped up when records were all the rage and held onto it long after they stopped selling vinyls. I stepped into a shop called Record Town in Boston's Copley Mall about two weeks before they were set to stop selling cassette tapes so of course I had to browse the clearance section. There was a man working in the small space in the far back designated for mark-downs; he had dark-black skin, a perfectly trimmed beard, very short hair, and the most handsomest smile I'd ever seen. He asked me if I was looking for anything in particular and because I was too afraid to ask if there were any Spice Girl cassettes on clearance, I said no and moved along. His arms were so defined that I could see his biceps through his dark-purple dress shirt; he asked again for I needed any help, but this time, he adjusted his pants. My eyes drifted down to his crotch and the bulbous size was more thrilling to me than any CD, Cassette, Vinyl, 8 track, or composer notes could be. There was something in this store I needed and his name was _____. "You know, these ones are all a little more Pop," he smirked, leaning over me to pull out a slew of tapes from some old woman named Cher. "Nah, I just like Rock music," I lied, my eyes fixated the object poking out of his pants. This man had an erection. I had hoped it was going to happen again but I didn't expect to meet a man interested in me sexually so soon after the first; that was less than five months ago. I didn't know what to do other than accidentally bump into him, which I did because I should have prefaced this story with the fact that I was incredibly forward sexually when I was younger. My encounter with the Man on the Beach taught me that when it comes to gay sex, fortune favors the brave. "Do you need to use the bathroom?" he asked. I bit my lower lip, touching the thick tip of his penis through his pants, eyeing the worker at the cash register reading a magazine. I didn't need to answer; I followed behind and the instant the door closed behind us, _____ pulled out his nearly eight inch penis and smirked whilst I gasped. "That's so-" he pulled my willing mouth on it and ran his fingers through my dirty blonde hair (parted in the middle). "We have to be quick. Oh, yeah, open wider; cover your teeth with your lips, oh, nice, yeah boy," he pulled his penis out of my mouth and asked, "how old are you?" "Fourteen," I answered, too surprised to try and lie, "I'm sor-" "I'm twenty-seven," he whispered whilst pushing back into my mouth, "that's good, feels good, ah, yeah kid. I can tell you've done this before, cuz, I'm about to cum..." I pulled back and _____ ejaculated all over my shirt. He zipped out as he slipped out of the bathroom. I was rock hard so I jerked my five inch dick three-or-four time before I came in the toilet and when I left, he was no where to be seen.