Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2000 10:31:05 -0800
From: Taciturn Blue <taciturnblue@hotmail.com>
Subject: Find Everything You Need?

Fiction, of course, but I hope you enjoy. Send any comments to
taciturnblue@hotmail.com

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Find Everything You Need?
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The underwear department spread out before me like a maze of products. It
was still a few hours till closing, but the store was mostly empty and as I
walked between the stacks I was definitely the only customer shopping for
underwear on that Tuesday night. Countless pictures of well-toned men clad
only in briefs, thongs, or boxers lined the isles in an odd parody of
pornography. For the most part, their faces were hidden from view on the
packages so they gave off the illusion of being headless models. It wasn't
that I didn't want to look -- I could hardly stop myself, actually -- but,
staring at near naked men in a department store struck me as wrong.
Besides, I wasn't fully out of the closet and getting hard in public wasn't
my idea of a good time.

Browsing for a few minutes, I finally picked out two pairs of briefs; one
black, one navy blue. I'd worn mostly boxers throughout high school and was
only now, at the age of nineteen, beginning to branch-out into other
choices. I was wearing my pair of black boxer-briefs tonight, and the cling
of the fabric was still enough to tantalize my imagination as it hugged my
cock and balls. So far, however, boxer-briefs were the only deviations I'd
made in choice and my whole purpose tonight was to pick out some new
styles. Briefs sounded nice and snug, more revealing than boxer-briefs, but
they were nonetheless still relatively average. On the way towards the
counter, a black, ribbed jockstrap pair of underwear caught my eye. The
idea of essentially bare-assed underwear got me excited and the ribbed
front pouch sounded nice to the touch. Picking up a pair, I finished my
trek to the cashier.

Like most bigger clothing stores, this one had cashier's spread throughout
the store, usually one or two per department. As it was, I was thankful for
the deserted underwear section so that other shoppers wouldn't have the
opportunity to scrutinize my particular purchases. Yet that didn't mean I
was any less embarrassed about having even one person see what type of
underwear I'd be wearing in the coming days.

The cashier was good-looking enough, I guessed late twenties or early
thirties, but I didn't bother checking him out as I wanted to be gone as
soon as possible.

"Did you find everything you needed?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I think that's all for me, thanks," I responded, blushing only
slightly. He went about his business then, scanning the barcodes in one by
one. I'd put the jockstrap underneath the other two pairs, in the hope that
somehow it'd be less noticeable there. As he picked up the package,
however, he stopped to inspect the picture on the front. Needless to say, I
was dying that he'd bothered to look. I could only imagine what he thought
of me at that moment.

"Heh," he chuckled, scanning the last barcode in. "These are the same pair
I've got on right now."

"Oh," I responded weakly. "That's nice." I honestly didn't know what in the
world to say to a remark like that. People didn't exactly tell me what type
of underwear they happened to be wearing on a regular basis.

"Yeah, actually they are real nice," he said with an amiable enough smile.
"Have you ever tried them before?"

"Well, no, not really," I admitted. Feeling rather socially inept, I added,
"What do they feel like?"

"The ribs are great feeling, but I couldn't exactly describe them to you,"
he began once more, still smiling at me. "They're nice and snug, but you
don't feel confined since they're so small." At this point, I couldn't help
but start to get a little hard. This complete stranger was describing how
his underwear felt and, despite myself, I was picturing his bare ass
underneath his slacks. Then, as if the idea had just occurred to him, he
said, "Hey, I could show them to you if you'd like? It's pretty slow
tonight so no one will mind."

If I hadn't known what to say before, I certainly didn't know what to say
now. Was that a come-on? Or was he just some straight salesman a little too
enthusiastic about his underwear? My experience with guys, and girls too
for that matter, was so relatively small that I hadn't a clue what to
do. Yet even the idea of glimpsing this guy's bare-ass was tempting enough
and the thought that it would be in a department store was even hotter.
There was just something taboo about it being a semi-public place.

So I responded, "Sure, that sounds nice."

"C'mon then." He began leading me back through the underwear section and
for the first time I really started to check him out. His back was to me so
I didn't feel bad staring. He wore an azure blue dress shirt that he filled
out nicely. Either he was naturally fairly muscular or he worked out on a
regular basis. He wasn't huge by any means, but his arms were large enough
and his chest had looked quite nice from the front. I wagered he was about
six three height wise, which wasn't much taller than my own six one, but
his body still seemed considerably larger than mine. He wore khaki pants
that must have been tailored because his ass was highlighted to perfection.
As he walked, the fabric pressed tight against his cheeks and my eyes
strayed perhaps a little too long on his rear. His hair was a dark brown
and he was clean-shaven. As I've said, he was good-looking, but at the same
time he wasn't drop dead gorgeous either. Nonetheless, at that moment, he
was just about the sexiest man I could think of.

When we'd worked our way through the underwear section, he opened one of
the `employees only' doors and ushered me into some sort of storeroom. He
closed the door behind me and locked it, which I must admit gave me a few
misgivings and self- recriminations about getting into a potentially
dangerous situation, but I didn't say anything. The room was maybe ten by
twenty feet across and about ten feet high, but packed as it was full of
underwear boxes, there wasn't too terribly much room left.

"My name's Alex, by the way," he offered to get the conversation going
again. Indeed, he had a golden pin-on nametag that said just that. "I'll
just be a second."

"Uhm, okay, my name's David."

I expected him to go behind some other boxes or something, but he just
began taking off his shoes mere feet away from me. Was it bad manners to
watch? I couldn't really help myself the anticipation was so great and he
had invited me to see his underwear after all, so why not? He'd taken his
shoes and socks off when he surprised me by loosening his tie and beginning
to unbutton his shirt. As he set his shirt aside, I drank in the sight of
his pecs. They were broad and quite well defined, but looked supple to the
touch. He had large red nipples and only a light scattering of chest hair
down the middle. Then he slipped off his khakis and I lost all interest in
his chest. The man was practically bulging out of the jockstrap. The black
ribs curved over the outline of his cock in sensuous waves. He hadn't
turned around yet, so I couldn't see his bare-ass, but from the look of his
thighs, it was probably nice and smooth.

"SoÉ? What do you think?" he asked me with a grin.

"Wow," was all I could manage to say.

"Go ahead and get a closer look if you'd like," Alex encouraged.

Unable to resist, I knelt down in front on him in a crouched position,
bringing my face inches away from his package. Up close, I could hardly
resist bending forward and licking at his cock through the tight fabric.
His cock looked wide and long to me, though it probably wasn't much larger
than average. Two largish balls were nestled snuggly in the fabric as well
and the smell was exhilarating.

"Smells good," I said.

"Why don't you touch them..,.feel the fabric..." he urged, leaning his
crotch forward towards my face.

Tentatively, I reached out with a hand and felt the upper fabric. The ribs
did feel quite nice and I pressed harder against his skin. One of his hands
came down to play in my reddish hair, and at that point I made up my mind
that this was probably not typical customer service. Encouraged by the feel
of his hand ruffling my hair, I moved my hand lower, onto the tighter
fabric that covered his shaft. He sighed slightly as I rubbed up and down
the length of his cock. By the looks of it, and I had a good view, he was
getting hard under my adoring touch. More daring now, I began cupping his
package with one hand, testing the weight of his balls. With the other hand
I snaked around to his bare ass and let is slide over the smooth skin.

"Mmm," he groaned. "Why don't we let you try them on now, Dave?"

He raised me up, letting his hands settle on my chest and helped pull my
shirt off over my head. I bent down to take off my shoes and when I
straightened back up, he slipped one hand down the front of my pants while
the other fumbled with the belt. His hand was large and dry as it grasped
my cock, pumping it in slow motions. I wasn't hard yet, not for lack of
excitement, but simply because I was so nervous. His wide palm felt
exquisite inside my boxer-briefs, however, and soon I felt my pants slide
down my legs. My boxer briefs quickly followed and now I was completely
nude with him standing behind me in only the jock strap. There was a mirror
on the back of the door and I watched him deftly remove the jock
strap. Hidden behind me as he was, however, I never caught a glimpse of his
cock. He made me raise up a leg, slipping the jock over it, then the other,
and pulled the fabric up around my cock and balls.

He dipped his hand back into the front pouch, adjusting my cock properly as
well as giving my balls a good squeeze. Then, taking his hand out, he
inspected his handiwork in the mirror. I took the time to look too,
admiring my muscled yet lean build and the look of the black underwear
around my cock and balls. His hand cupped my package again, this time from
the outside.

"So how does that feel?" he asked, as if he were fitting shoes.

"Mmmmm," I groaned under his touch. "That feels great."

He smiled then, revealing a set of brilliant white teeth while one hand
held my chin in its grip. His pointer finger shifted upwards and past my
lips, inserting itself into the moist warmth of my mouth. Tipping my head
back, I closed my eyes and tried to imagine it was his cock in my mouth
instead of his finger. I licked ravenously at the finger, swirling my
tongue in circles around its tip as I imagined one would do when giving a
blowjob. Another finger entered into my lips and I greedily nibbled at it
too, wrapping my tongue around it wetly. As I worked on his fingers, he
pressed closer to me and I felt his semi-hard cock move into my ass
crack. He wasn't anywhere near fully erect by the feel of it and I
playfully squeezed my butt cheeks together, loving the feel of his warm
cock dangling between them. He removed his fingers from my mouth, but with
the other hand he pinched at my left nipple. Then, without warning, I felt
his two slick fingers slide up my asshole. Having my eyes closed he'd
caught me completely off guard and I wasn't prepared for how easily they'd
enter. I'd fingered myself once or twice before, but the sensations he
provoked in me were completely unexpected. As his two digits moved inside
me, I groaned loudly wanting him only to push in farther. His other hand
gave a sharp twist to my nipple, sending shivers of pain into my pleasure;
it was amazing. Having his two fingers up my ass, I felt completely under
his control. I could hardly keep from collapsing, much less move. With each
deliberate twitch of the hand, he'd send waves of pleasure up through my
body; at that moment I was completely his.

"Mmmm, settle down there, Dave," he whispered into my ear. "We're not
through yet."

His fingers slid out of me and I felt desperately empty without his
touch. He picked me up and carried me to a table, knocking off underwear
boxes and forcing me to lay down on my back. The tabletop was cool to the
touch and my bare ass felt particularly exposed as he scooted me into the
appropriate spot. Spreading my knees up and apart, he smiled down at the
sight of my cock straining against the black fabric and my butt cheeks
pulled apart showing off my ass hole to his mastery. He bent down close to
the fabric of the jockstrap and licked all across the outline of my
shaft. His saliva tingled damply against my sensitive cock head. Again and
again he licked, fully dampening the fabric until it clung especially
tight. Looking down at my cock trying to strain out of its confinements and
his tongue lapping at my privates, I let out an audible sigh.

Soon, however, he tugged at the jockstrap, letting it slide down my legs
and completely off. I was naked before him and for a few moments he just
looked at me. I have to admit I was pretty pleased with myself at the
time. My cock was rock hard and swollen to its full seven inches. My balls,
although not huge, hung tightly beneath my meat. Droplets of pre-cum had
begun to dribble from my cock and finally, after what seemed a long time,
he brought a hand down to firmly grip my cock. His thumb massaged my cock
head, swirling my pre-cum in circles, while his fingers squeezed intently
around my shaft. His grip hurt a little since I was so hard, but I was
about to cum at the same time. Eventually he lowered his lips to my bright
red head and lapped up the pre-cum that had accumulated. Then, delicately,
he took my young cock into his mouth. The warmth was incredible and the
feeling of his wet tongue working around my shaft had me writhing on the
table. His two fingers slipped back up my asshole and, overcome by the
pleasure, I shot my load in his mouth. My cock just kept spasming and
spasming, shooting more and more creamy jism into his eager lips as he
continued licking.

Dizzy with the ecstasy, I hardly noticed him climb on top of me until his
weight began pressing down against me. His face was directly over mine and
he bent forward to kiss me for the first time. His tongue dipped into my
mouth and I was eager to receive it. I'd thought about tasting my own cum
before, but had never actually brought myself to follow through with
it. With his superior weight holding me down, however, I didn't have much
choice but to let him fill my mouth with the taste of my own seed.

When he'd finished with my mouth, he backed up slightly and draped my legs
over his shoulders. I knew he was going to enter me soon, but before he did
I wanted to get a good look at his erect cock. It was bigger than mine as
I'd thought, but not by much. It looked to be a little over seven inches
and had a slight downward bend to it. His cock head was a brilliant red and
the silky flesh looked quite delicate to the touch. He was uncut, but his
foreskin was almost completely pulled back at his current state of
arousal. A nice bush of pubic hair, obviously trimmed, flowered at the base
of his cock and a large pair of balls hung beneath. He was rubbing his cock
with some of my excess cum, getting it nice and lubricated before
beginning.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked, pressing his cock against my asshole.

"Mmm-hmm, I want to feel you inside me," I groaned.

"Alright then."

His cock was much bigger than his two fingers had been and I began to worry
that this was going to hurt a lot more than I'd expected. His silky head
pressed against my hole and the wetness of my own cum strained to enter
me. I tried to push out like I'd read to do, but the pain didn't get any
less. Suddenly he let out a loud moan, startling me from my own concerns,
and I realized he'd worked his cock head all the way inside me. It felt
huge to my virgin ass.

Oblivious, Alex kept pushing deeper into me. It was easier now that he was
partially in and the slick cum was beginning to feel nice on my insides. He
kept grinding against me, pushing and pushing, until the ticklish bush of
his pubic hair brushed against my cheeks. I could feel his large balls
resting in my ass crack and momentarily wondered how much cum he'd fill me
up with. By the size of them I was glad he was in my ass and not my mouth
or I'd probably have drowned. Then his cock began shifting, drawing out,
and I lost all thought of anything else. He moved his slick rod all the way
through my tight ass, letting his wide head settle there and stretch me
out. Then he plunged swiftly back inside me, plugging me with his cock. I
cried out in ecstasy as he set off pleasure I never knew I could feel. His
cock felt so incredibly long inside me, touching such forbidden places. He
began grunting rhythmically as he picked up the pace, pounding my ass with
increasing frenzy. His balls slapped methodically on my ass as he drove his
cock deep.

As his moaning became louder, he started pushing my knees closer to my
chest and lifting my ass off the tabletop. From this position he was more
directly above me and I watched his face contort in pleasure as he ravished
my virginity. Soon I was hard again, my cock sandwiched onto my stomach by
his body. As he pumped into me, his sweaty body would rub against my cock,
urging it nearer to climax. Alex was calling out my name now and his once
long rammings of my ass were now short bursts as he kept himself more
deeply inside me. I knew he must be close to cumming, but I was trying to
hold off myself and savor all the pleasure I could get, so I didn't pay
that much heed. Suddenly, he drew himself completely out of me. He pushed
himself more on top of me, aiming his slick cock at my face so that I
thought he wanted me to finish sucking him off. I bent towards him,
intending to do just that, when he erupted all over my face and chest.
Having caught me so completely off guard, I think I let loose my own load
the instant a glob of his cream splattered my lips. He just kept cumming
and cumming on me, coating my body with his sticky jism. At first I was a
little annoyed by it, but when he didn't stop I started to enjoy it. It
felt good to be so much under his control that he could do this to me.

When he had finally stopped, he rubbed his cock and balls all over my
chest, letting them wipe his cum into my skin. Then he did let me take him
into his mouth, licking the cum off his shaft and sucking his balls one by
one into my mouth. That seemed to amuse him because he laughed a little
between the groans. When I'd cleaned him off he lay down on top of me,
pressing his full weight against me, and gave me a slow kiss. Our tongues
whirled in each other's mouths as our flaccid cocks pressed together.

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Taciturn Blue (taciturnblue@hotmail.com)