Date: Sat, 17 Jul 1999 01:51:29 PDT
From: Chuck Guy <cr_nj@hotmail.com>
Subject: Magazine Rack

Magazine Rack
by Chuck Root
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It was one of those mega-bookstores that are popping up all over today. I
must shop there at least once a week. Today I had gone in to pick up the
latest copy of Money magazine but found my eyes bouncing to the gay section
and the cover of XY magazine. The young guy on the cover just kept
attracting my attention. I couldn't believe how I was reacting to the model.
It was almost embarrassing. After all I was a married business man.

After the 25th time my eyes were dragged to the magazine I decided I would
buy it. I could glance at it in my car before driving home. I picked it from
the rack and tucked it behind my Money magazine. A quick scan of the store
assured me that no one I knew happened to be there. I hurried to the check
out because there was no line at the time and I had some expectation of
privacy. The clerk was a young man with "Timmy" on his name tag. He casually
wrung up my purchases but admired the XY cover for a split second too long.

"Hot issue," he commented. "I always pick up a copy when they come in. This
one is real good."

I found myself reexamining Timmy because of his comment. He was obviously
saying he was gay. Now, I've met gay people before but none in their early
20's who seemed so casual about telling a stranger he was gay. Timmy was my
height, just a little over 6 foot. His short hair was a brown that almost
matched his eyes. The clothes he wore were loose but it was obvious that he
had a nice tight body, not one of those pumped up gym rat bodies but an
active guy's build. In fact he looked a lot like my own son just a few years
older.

I mumbled some stupid response and stood there with my hand stretched out
for my change. Timmy did the strangest thing. When he handed me back my
change he didn't just dump it in my outstretched hand. He held my hand with
his free hand and carefully placed the change in the open palm. It was the
classic "salesmen" handshake move. He took notice of my wedding band.

I actually felt a shiver run up my spine when he touched my hand. He
released his grip and I stood there with my own hand still outstretched. It
took a few moments for me to get back to the real world. I must have looked
like a real jerk. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and I could feel
a blush coloring my face and neck.

"Let me know if you enjoy the article on what guys today are wearing as
underwear. You know, the big boxers brief debate."

Still the classic jerk, I again mumbled some vague promise and averted my
eyes. I took my bagged magazines and stumbled away from the handsome clerk.
My mind was running 100 miles per hour. Was he just being nice? Was he
hitting on me? No! Couldn't be that, I'm 40 years old. God was he good
looking. The smile. The warm eyes. The soft touch of his young man's hand
had made my cock warm with the start of an erection.

I beeped myself into my car and sat for a moment. Slipping the magazine from
the bag I began paging through. What hot guys. So sexual and interesting.
Then I hit the article on underwear. The first page showed two boys stripped
to their underwear and hugging each other. They were naked except one wore a
pair of Calvin Klein briefs with an obvious bulge and the other was in a
pair of boxer shorts. I felt my cock twitch.

Turning the page opened a two page spread. On the left was an athletic
looking young guy wiping sweat from his chest and wearing boxer briefs.  On
the facing page a blonde, spike haired club kid with pierced ears, eyebrow,
and nipple was wearing a small pair of bikini briefs. He glared out from the
page with eyes that challenged the reader. His hand pushed the front of his
briefs down far enough to expose a dark patch of pubic hair. Proof he was
not a natural blond. My cock swelled to a genuine "soft on" filling my own
traditional tight white briefs.

I groped to adjust myself and turned the page. One page showed a dark haired
youth wearing white Tommy briefs with their boldly lettered elastic and dark
outlined seams. He was looking at a "buddy" in Joe Boxer smiley face boxers.
The boxer guy had pulled the waistband out from his tight teen body and was
looking down into that secret place. The facing page had the most exotic
looking Asian wearing a skimpy yellow thong. His cock and balls showed
clearly through the tight fabric.

The last two page spread of the article showed a group of seven guys. The
picture covered both pages and showed a locker room scene. Each young man
had on a different brand or type of underwear. There were Abercrombie and
Fitch boxers with the name printed on the waist band, plain briefs that I
recognized as the Hanes I usually wore, and even one guy in just a jock. I
was so hard I had to reach into my trousers and touch myself. Precum wet my
hand as I teased my cock up into a more comfortable position. Here I was in
the middle of a shopping center parking lot thinking about whipping it out
and jerking it off. I couldn't believe it. "Don't be stupid," I told myself.

I finished scanning through the magazine before I started the car and drove
home. I spent the drive deciding where I would hide the contraband from my
wife and family. That concern was enough to push the erotic thoughts from my
mind and allowed my hard cock to soften a little.

The following week was filled with fear, desire, and frantic jo sessions in
my basement workshop where I had hidden the magazine; followed by covert
clean ups and guilt. I even found myself looking at my own son as he went
about his life in this home with a pervert father. I started noticing what a
good looking guy he was becoming. The guilt and fear grew. Here I was now
picturing my own son stripped to his boxers. I remembered our last trip to
the mall when he had shopped the GAP and bought a pair of blue plaid boxers.
He had commented to me then that he tought ,"These will look great," as I
paid for my own son's purchase.

Timmy the bookstore clerk had become a part of most my jo sessions as I
imagined him being one of the underwear models. I could almost picture him
being there at the picture shoot selecting his "wardrobe" and posing for the
photographer. I found my self becoming obsessed with knowing what Timmy
would look like in whatever underwear he wore. Was he well endowed? How
`bout just knowing if he was circumcised of not? Did he "dress right" or
"dress left?"

The need to avoid Timmy outweighed by the need know more about this young
man who had become a fantasy for me. I skipped my usual weekly visit to the
store for my magazines but realized that didn't help at all. I then thought,
"Let me make believe nothing ever changed in my life." I could go back to
the store as though I had never bought the magazine or shot loads of cum
onto the magazine during the daily visits to my workshop.

It was two weeks later when I returned to the store. It was early evening
and the sun low in the sky. The interior lights of the store spilled out
through the plate glass windows and told me to come in. I looked at the
check out as I entered and did'nt see Timmy. I could feel the relief. I
picked up a coffee at the overpriced coffee shop in the center of the store
and wandered to the magazine racks. The racks themselves were high enough to
provide some privacy as I started looking at the financial periodicals, then
the computer section and finally the sports magazines.

"Did you enjoy the article?"

My heart stopped for second then beat double time. It was Timmy. He stood
behind me and asked asked again.

"That article in XY...did you like it?"

I blushed but truthfully answered. "It was great," I mumbled.

"Which part did you like best?"

"They were all good."

"Yeah they were, but which was best?" He looked deeply into my eyes waiting
for an answer. I couldn't believe I was standing here talking about a
magazine article on men's underwear with this hot young man.

"I guess the first picture. The one with the guy in briefs and the other guy
in boxers."

"Yeah, that was hot." Timmy moved his hand to his own crotch and discreetly
adjusted his package. "But the guy in boxer briefs was so hot that it made
me go out and buy a pair just to try."

We looked at each other for a moment. Timmy then looked around the store and
then back at me. "It's pretty quiet in here. I could take my break and show
you." He smiled.

"Show me?" was all I could say in a stupid repeat of his last offer.

Timmy seemed to understand and continued, "Yeah. Come out to my car. I can
show you my new underwear. Just wait here one second"

He turned and walked to the check out. He said something to the coworker
there and then looked back at me. He smiled again and walked out of the
store. My feet seemed glued to the ground. I didn't move right away. Then
slowly I felt drawn to this brash boy. I also exited.

I could see him walking down a row in the parking lot and I followed. He got
to an older car and sat in the driver's seat. His door stayed open letting
the interior done light shine down on himself. I stepped up to the passenger
side and joined him. Both our doors closed leaving us in quiet.

"I'm glad you came out here," he said. "I've been hoping you'd stop back."

He reached over and grasped my forearm. His fingers squeezed and then moved
to where my arm rested on my thigh. His hand slid down to my thigh and
squeezed again.

"My name is Timmy."

"Yeah. I saw the name tag that first time."

"Of course."

"I'm Chuck."

"Well Chuck, do you want to see my new boxer briefs?"

"Sure. I'd like that." I answered.

I expected him to pull out a bag and or box and let me look inside to see
his new underwear but that wasn't going to be the case. Tim started to
unbucklehis belt and unbutton his pants. He paused to pull his shirt tails
out and I could a brief flash of warm looking skin. Then he pulled his shirt
out of the way and spread the pants wide open.

My eyes went to a grey triangle of cotton that had been exposed. Calvin
Klein's!

"What do you think?"

"They look great."

He lifted his hips slightly and pushed his pants down far enough to expose
the top of his legs. His boxer briefs ended and his thighs which were
covered with a light downy hair spread wider. He lifted his shirt a bit and
exposed his tight belly. A thin trail of hair ran down fro his navel and
ended at the waist band.

"Feel how soft the cotton is."

I reached and touched the cloth. Timmy touched my hand and guided it to the
waistband of the briefs. With his other hand he pulled the elastic and then
placed my hand on his hardening cock. I watched his meat grow in my grip. A
perfect 6" circumcised penis, surrounded by dark hair and hot with
excitement was being offfered. I accepted.


Feedback appreciated. Pic of hot guys in underwear provides great
encouragement.
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