Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2011 04:16:45 -0400
From: Ftacker <ftacker@gmail.com>
Subject: Porn Store Perv: She Will Not Put Out

    Another boring shift was starting. It was once pointed out to me that I
have the Cakeist job out there. All I do is sit on my bubble butt and watch
TV, occasionally ring someone up, and put out a few new movies or toys. I
had had a few come in already, a few potentials, but no one had that vibe I
was looking for. When you see a guy you can play with, a straight one
especially, you can actually smell it.

    There is a hint of something in the air. something that I cant
describe. It can only be testosterone. I smell it a lot when I go to the
bathhouses, the preview rooms, even walking the trails. Its not semen, its
not sweat, but you know it causes them both. That smell, once you smell it,
your own cock begins to automatically throb, and you know that there is
another cock in the vicinity that wants nothing more than to be in your
mouth. I smell it a lot when straight guys are in the store with their
girlfriends. And for some reason, we have had several girls who wont put
out, but just wanna tease their men. That's the story I heard. And now, I
am going to tell it to you.

    Josh and Sarah came into the store. She had that look about her that
she was thoroughly enjoying himself. He was shifty and slouched over.
Looking very uncomfortable. A cute guy, shaggy brown hair, medium build,
and short, only like 5'6". She led him around the store and asked him a few
question. His strained answers caught my ears. He didn't seem to care what
she wanted to buy. But only wanted to leave.

    Deciding to further investigate, maybe the swiped something that I
didn't see, I grabbed the short stack of movies I had just finished putting
into the computer. Quickly I made my way to near where they were looking at
a few vibrators, and put some movies in the wrong place. I made sure they
were clearly in the wrong place, so I could find them later on. My OCD
wouldn't allow them to be there for much longer. A few side glances told me
there was a bulge in his pants, but not merchandise, he had his dick
sticking straight up, hidden by his waistband.

    A deep breath with the helps of my olfactory senses confirmed it. This
boy was horny as hell. Was his girlfriend not taking care of him like she
was supposed to be? Stupid bitch... you never let a hard cock go to waste!

    I headed up to the counter, adjusting my own erection as I
went. Unfortunately I chosen today to wear my basketball shorts and my
favorite jock strap. I don't care for bottoming, but it really shows off my
nice ass. The jock was doing its best to confine me, but the shorts were
doing their best to show everyone my business.

    They wandered around for a few more minutes, before ending up in the
lingerie section. She was making her cutesy little comments. I heard him
pleading for her to let him go home, and that he would see her tomorrow,
but she wasn't quiet ready to go yet. Was this bitch putting out at all??

    Josh kept nervously adjusting himself. A small wet spot was forming on
his shirt right below his naval. He was so hard he was precumming. And this
bitch still kept torturing him. That's not cool. He was a cute guy, kind of
nerdy, but still cute. He didn't deserve this. It was time for me to step
in!

    "If you see anything you like, we have a fitting room." I said looking
over at them as I said fitting room. Her expression was one of gleeful
delight, his was agony. All part of my plan to get him alone.

    A sharp squeak erupted from her lips which quickly formed into a
devilish grin. She was thoroughly going to torture him now, showing off her
sexy ass and perky breasts in very tight, very revealing outfits. Grabbing
the two closest to her in one hand and his arm in the other she began
dashing for the fitting rooms. As she was nearing the door, he thought he
was going in with her, but he was very much wrong. "Only one person in the
room at a time."

    Thinking over the options, she said "That's fine! Wait here Joshypoo, I
will be right out to show you! Can I come out wearing it?"

    "Yea sure, just give a yell to make sure there is no one else in the
store." I replied. "I will tell you when its safe."

    "Awesome!" She giggled and the door closed behind her.

    No, in all my time of messing with straight guys, I have never
attempted anything with the girlfriend in the same area, let alone the next
room. SO this would have to be played delicately.

    "Having a good day?" I asked him, looking at the TV. Staring at him out
of the corner of my eye. The wet spot was getting bigger.

    "Not really," was his sheepish reply. "She likes to torture me!"

    "How so?" I asked, pretending that I wasn't totally intrigued.

    "She took a promise ring from her father, and won't put out! I can't
even get a hand job!" This kid was blunt, and his balls were blue. He
continued. "And all she does is torture me, rubbing against my crotch,
sticking her tits in my face, sitting on my lap and tell me she isn't
wearing panties."

    "Sounds like you need some relief." I said plainly. He started rubbing
his abs up and down, lifting his shirt ever so slightly. I saw a flash of
glistening purple. "Ever tried stretching?"

    "How the hell will that help? " He asked.

    Joshypoo was confused.

    I was hard.

    "Ya know, stretching!" I stood from my chair to demonstrate. "Follow
me."

    My arms were raised over my head, reaching as far as I could, trying to
touch the ceiling. He followed and the shirt lifted and I was rewarded with
a clear view of that beautiful cock head! It looked delicious. I let my
arms down a bit and adjusted my shorts a bit, mostly pulling them down. But
not enough to be noticeable. Unless you were looking. Moving to stand in
front of him, I informed him of my time as a yoga student, and offered to
help him center himself.

    "Cumming inside something other than my own fist will center me," he
sarcastically commented. I stood behind, took a deep breath and instructed
him to do the same. I helped lift his arms further up. He was wearing a
cologne that I couldn't quite place, but it screamed "Wigga" to me. His
tight cargo shorts showed off a very firm ass, I held his hands in place
and took another deep breath. I needed to test something.

    If this boy was the walking hormone that I thought he was, then he was
only one raw nerve. Pretty much any remotely sexual touch or feeling would
set him off, but I wanted to preserve his load. I wanted his ass. But I
might settle with letting him fuck me. Its been awhile, and I was having
the itch lately.

    I think he would much prefer tapping my tight ass, and after one more
deep breath, I was ready to let it happen. I reached down and pulled the
drawstring on my shorts, loosening them.

    I decided to test him just a bit. After my deep breath of his manly
scent, I slowly released my breath, focusing the heat from my body on the
back of his neck.

    He shivered, and let out a slight moan. This boy was going to be putty
in my hand, but with his insane horniness, he will bust very fast.

    "Is it clear?" That ungodly voice rang out.

    I dropped his arms and quickly went back to the counter. "All Clear!" I
yelled, snapping him out of his reverie.

    Sarah walked out of the fitting room wearing something very slutty. I
stopped paying attention and went back to trying to will my hardon down.
After getting his approval, and increasing the wet spot, she decided the
outfit wasn't for her. Wanting something a little more revealing, the
fitting room door closed again.

    "Back to stretching!" He demanded of me. The lust strong in his eyes.

    "Of course," I smiled. Turn around, and bend over and touch your
toes. He quickly obeyed my command. His firm ass staring right at me. I
grabbed a small bottle of lube from under the counter, some into my hand,
then between my ass cheeks, slipping one quick finger in to start it up.

    Then, I lowered my shorts a bit further, to right where my shirt
stopped. You just thought they were low, with a sliver of the blue
jock. Half my ass was hanging out.

    I walked over to him and pressed into his back, then a little lower.
Almost pressing into his booty. A small moan escaped his lips when I
pressed into his ass. I put my hand on his back, and pushed him further
down with a quick grunt. I told him to take a quick breath, and stand back
up. His bulge was very pronounced. With his glistening head and about a
half inch of shaft now on prominent display. The waist band from his Hanes
were showing. I really hoped I would find some tighty whities underneath
those shorts.

    The baboons do something when searching for a mate called "presenting".
This is basically sticking your ass in their face. I was gonna go primal
with Joshypoo. I turned around with my ass to him.

    "Now do to me what I did to you. Fair is fair, right?"

    He shifted a few times and adjusted his crotch. "Fine."


What will happen next? The outcome will be posted on my personal blog in a
few days.

http://pornstoreperv.blogspot.com

Hope you enjoy...