Date: Sun, 27 Sep 2020 12:35:58 +0000
From: Krypton12345
Subject: Making Out in a Changing Room

At 19, I was blonde, blue eyes and thin at just under 150 pounds. Girls
said I was cute. Sometimes at the mall I even got looks from guys. it
might have been my apparel. I always loved the feel of skinny jeans and
kept my hair shaggy so it sort of covered most of my eyes. It was the emo
look. I also liked to wear skater shoes without socks so you could see a
glimpse of ankle at the hem of my jeans. Oh yeah, I am gay. Out, loud and
proud.

One Saturday around The holidays, I was shopping at the mall and checking
out other cute twinks. At the Express I picked out some clothes to try
on. Mostly black and gray colors. I loved the way the 28 inch waist pants
fit, especially the feeling of them hugging my ass. After a while
checking myself out in the fitting room, the clerk asked if I was doing
ok.

The clerk was a cutie himself. I noticed him when I entered the store. I
recognized him from college. He was 18 or 19 but looked much younger with
cute dimples and a waist as narrow as mine. He also had a disheveled look
with dark brown hair that covered his ears and one eye. I was at a loss
for words as I imagined him standing in he other side of the door and got
those tingly feelings suddenly.

I opened the door to the changing room and said I wasn't sure if the
pants were too tight and asked his opinion. I was barefoot but had put on
one of the shirts. His name was Logan. He stepped inside the tiny room
and turned me around so we were both facing the mirror. He did some
adjusting lifting my shirt out of the pants and straightening the waist.
His hand brushed the front and I think he noticed a growing erection
because he stopped suddenly.

Then, without saying a word, Logan put his hand on my chest. His fingers
were just above the collar and he sort of fiddled with it until his
fingers were able to dance lightly on the bare skin of my neck. We locked
eyes and I could feel my face getting flush. His lips were full and
bright red and he just stood there like in a trance.  Then, all of a
sudden Logan got closer and put his hands on each side of my face and
kissed me.

He smelled so good, and his lips were so soft. I put my arms around
Logan's waist and felt up his back. As our tongues danced, I started to
orgasm. It was so strong and all I could feel down there was wetness.
Logan noticed it too end stopped kissing so he could check out the front
of my pants. I was still pulsating and we both sort of giggled when we
saw the cum dripping through the fabric. One glob even landed on the
floor.

Logan helped me out of the pants. He also continued to grope me as we
sort of shuffled around the tiny changing room. Anyone looking under the
door would see two sets of feet dancing around, one with shoes and mine
just bare.

Logan whispered that we should meet up after he was done with work. I
agreed and then got dressed. We both left the changing room and said our
goodbyes.

I didn't buy those pants but Logan did.