Date: Thu, 10 Mar 2005 02:39:28 +0000 (GMT) From: Dan Perducci Subject: Shopping Trip by Dan Perducci "Let's go shopping!" Todd hated hearing those words. It was always a lazy Saturday afternoon that prompted his mother to drag him into town for new clothes. "Why do we have to go?" he asked. "You are outgrowing all of your clothes. Either you stop growing or you are going to have to get used to going to the store a little bit more often. Now go take a shower and get dressed!" It was 1959 and going shopping meant something entirely different than it does today. Mother and child dressed for such mundane chores almost as if they were preparing for an audience with the Pope. "Don't use up all the hot water because your sister is washing dishes when we leave," Mother said while putting on her pearl necklace. Todd lumbered upstairs to his bedroom to get ready. Mother waited downstairs at the dining room table. She patiently organized her handbag, put on her white gloves and sang quiet hymns to herself. Todd took little time in the shower because he wanted to get this ordeal over with. He scurried back to his room to get dressed. Father was outside watering the lawn. He returned inside for his sunglasses for more toiling in the yard. "Is Todd free right now?" Father asked. "He's going shopping with me. You can have him when he gets back." Todd ran down the stairs and to the front door. He was at once ready but not eager for hours of trying on shirts, pants and shoes and having to model them for his mother's scrutiny. Both Todd and Mother entered the station wagon and started their commute to Howard Street. Mother listened to Rosemary Clooney and light fare on the radio. Todd pressed his nose against the passenger-side window and hunted for cars with out-of-state license plates. Todd found a De Soto with Delaware plates and a Packard with New Jersey plates. The novelty of seeing out-of-towners never wore off when he was bored. At twelve, he was too young to drive but he always imagined himself taking a trip in a Corvette to faraway places like Florida or California. Todd's daze ended abruptly when the car stopped at a meter. Mother pulled some coins from her purse to feed the machine and she rounded the automobile to open his car door. Todd was able to open the door but his hesitancy prompted her to act first. "I'll think of something nice if you can manage to make this as painless as possible for the both of us," Mother said. "Maybe something from the candy counter," he replied. Once they entered the store, Mother made it apparent that she was not the `hunter' that most men shoppers were like. She paused and lingered at almost every display between the front door and the elevators in the rear of the first floor. "Look at these," she pondered rhetorically, "How about those frocks?" Dresses and outfits attracted her eye but she knew that her allowance could only pay for what she came for -- some shirts and pants for her son. The elevator was not automatic. It had a well-dressed operator who politely greeted them. "Today's special is crab cakes and Lady Baltimore cake in the seventh floor dining room for only $2.50. What floor would you like madam?" "Third, please." "Yes, madam." When they arrived at their vertical destination, the operator announced, "Third floor. Young men's, boy's and sportswear departments." "Thank you," mother replied and she exited the elevator with her unwilling `victim.' "Todd, go and pick three shirts and three pairs of trousers." Todd scanned the section with his eyes and started making his choices. "Remember, Todd, to check the sizes. I know you don't want to come back to make exchanges if you can help it." Todd felt somewhat at ease when he saw there were other boys whose Saturdays were being held hostage by their mothers. "I got them Mother," he yelled in a way that called some considerable attention to him self. This tone caught the attention of an obviously commission-hungry salesman with a blue suit and a silver tie. "Hello, son," he offered, "What can I do for you today?" Before Todd could politely shoo the clerk away, Mother took over. "I can't go back there with my boy. Please help him if you could, please. He's in a rush but," "You want to get it right the first time," the clerk chimed in. "I would be glad to help him get in and out with no problem," the clerk said, "I know that time is valuable and there are 101 things for your son to do besides trying on clothes." This got Todd's attention. Finally, someone who understands, Todd thought to himself. "My name is Richard," said the helpful gentleman, "Please come with me." Todd, with his garments draped on each arm, followed Richard to a changing room. Once the door closed behind them, Richard pulled out his tape measure. Todd placed the clothes onto an adjacent chair. "We can't afford to rush through this important decision," he told Todd. "Yes, sir." nodded Todd. Richard's arms circled the boy's waist and pulled him closer. "Twenty-six." Richard then dropped to the floor to measure Todd's inseam. Richard's hand paused for a moment between the boy's legs. "Twenty-six," Richard said as he looked up the boy's body. He silently evaluated this handsome young model. The boy had sandy blonder hair with a mole placed delicately near his mouth. The boy's brown eyes were lost somewhere in space. "You're too tense," Richard said, "You must relax for the clothes to fit better." "You're the expert," Todd answered and tried to shift his posture to something less awkward. Richard took a pencil from behind his ear and then removed a pad from his pocket to jot down the numbers. "Take off your pants, please," Richard asked. Richard was surprised by the sight of Todd's penis hanging from the opening of the kid's boxer shorts. It was a quick flash because Todd realized this and modestly tucked his penis back in. Todd gasped from instant embarrassment. "You have nothing to be afraid of," Richard smiled, "I have seen his happen many times in this line of work." He placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. An impulse caused Todd's penis to rise visibly in his shorts. "Well, it looks like we're not that ashamed of ourselves! Well, you can't fit into any of our pants if you keep growing like that." Richard placed his hand inside the boy's underpants. "You need it to come down quite a bit." Todd was puzzled because he felt more like he was in a medical examination but he figured that this man knew something about clothes and how to put someone at ease. He didn't connect pleasure to his private regions just yet. "What should I do?" Todd asked awkwardly. "This happens to me a lot and I don't know why." Richard looked like he was an authority on anything because he had dark brown hair with a smattering of gray hairs. He was only in his 30s but he carried an air of instant credibility with the way he presented himself. "What can you do?" Richard whispered. "Well, this is not a soundproof booth, so just let me show you." Richard kept his hand in Todd's underwear and slowly massaged the boy's groin. He felt the erection grow in his hand. Richard started stroking Todd's hardening cock. As if he sensed a waiting mother, Richard kept his arousing motions but asked aloud, "What shirt do you want to try on next?" Todd sensed there was some strange game going on but he liked it. "I want to try on the blue one," he answered. Todd was moving his hips involuntary to milk every sensual feeling from this man's hand action. Mother was nowhere near because there was no response. The changing rooms on either side were empty. Nobody was near to hear this attempt to feign normalcy. "Does this fit?" asked Richard. "Yes it does," Todd replied. And the boy's cock fit the man's hand just right. Richard felt the jumping sensation in the boy's lithe body and started to kick Todd's clothes into a corner of the booth. An arc of white sticky fluid shot out from the boy's relieved penis and some landed on Richard's shoe. "I think we're done here," Richard said, "I think all of your clothes will work out." "Thanks, Sir," Todd said and put his pants back on. He gathered his purchases and looked for his mother. "Did they all fit?" she asked. "The salesman helped me out with everything," he said. They rang up the clothes and returned home. "One of the shirts is too small," Mother complained when the family gathered for dinner, "I thought you tried everything on. You know that we're going to have to go back." "That's fine," Todd said, "It's my fault. I'll make sure it doesn't happen next Saturday."