Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2009 11:12:58 -0400
From: hardreader2000@aol.com
Subject: ITIK 29A

This is the final chapter, told in six parts. Some long. Some short. Some
in between. Each part of the chapter is presented from one point of view.
But unlike previous chapters, you will hear from all three of the guys. I
hope you enjoy it.  By the way, If you're looking for Chapter 28 Part II,
Chapter 28 was only one part. You haven't missed a thing. -- H.R.


Chapter 29 -- Part I
From Justin's viewpoint


Saturday had been a strange day for me at work. It seemed like every guy
who came in was hot as hell and they all wanted to try on jeans that made
them look even hotter. I mean, bulging packages. The kind that could bust a
zipper. Cocks outlined so clear where they pressed against tight denim. You
couldn't miss a thing. Asses so tight . . . Hell, it seemed like almost
every guy could be a porn star.

Maybe playing around with Greg and Alex the night before had gotten my sex
drive stuck in high. Whatever it was, I was horny as hell and all the eye
candy that was hanging in the store that day was fueling it something
awesome.

Guys asked me all day how I thought their asses looked in this pair of
jeans or that. Was this top too small? These jeans too tight? Of course,
every top was too small and all the jeans were too tight. I was sporting
wood for the whole five hours.

And believe me, guys were noticing. Having these hot guys staring at my
crotch wasn't making my hard-on go down. I don't know where the girls were
that day, but they weren't in our store.

I think I was feeling like Billy does when he's really horny. When I'm
horny, I usually want to take my time and edge for a good long while. It
just feels so good to stretch it out. But Billy always wants to fuck or
suck or jerk off the closest thing at hand. When he gets horny he has no
control. And that's how I was feeling.

Not too long before my shift ended, this guy came in. About my age. Maybe a
year or so younger. He looked like a model. Stood like a model. Moved like
a model. Shaggy blond hair. Great tan. Very lanky. Very cute in a very
mannish way. The guy had these great dimples that made him look cute and
boyish. They made me want to cuddle him. Kiss him. Lick him all over. But
those dimples were in cheeks covered with a heavy two-days' growth of beard
that also made him look rugged, manly and incredibly hot. And made me want
to fuck him for days.

He kept not exactly groping himself through his really hot pair of jeans
. . . more like he was just touching himself to get a reaction . . . from
both me and his cock. It was working both ways. His jeans were old and
worn. They fit him like a glove. You could see from the perfect fade marks
outlining his cock that this wasn't the first time he'd ever done this
touching himself routine in these jeans. Oh, yeah. And he was going
commando. When he'd move his hand away, you could see the outline of
everything. Nuts. Cock. Cockhead.

One time when he saw me looking at his crotch, he looked up at me and then
turned his head down so it was obvious he was staring at his own crotch. He
was inviting me to stare at his crotch, too. Of course, I did. A second
later, as I stared at his beautiful package, he made his cock twitch. I
looked up at him and he winked. I looked back down at his crotch and saw a
little wet spot near the outline of the tip of his cockhead. I checked my
own crotch. It was a lot wetter than his and the tent I was pitching in my
jeans looked like a teepee. I decided I better pull my shirt out. The guy
just smiled as I reached down to cover my too obvious excitement.

The guy wandered farther back in the store and I was stuck at the register
with other customers. I lost track of him for a little while. But before
too long, he walked up to me and asked if I thought the jeans he was trying
on fit him right "for the size of my crotch." I was a little surprised by
the question but stood back and took a good long look. What a bulge! If he
wasn't really huge in the cock category, these jeans made him look
huge. And I know jeans well enough to know he had a huge cock in there.

"My friend likes a nice, firm feel to my crotch. Do you think these jeans
do that?" he asked me completely seriously.

"What?" I said. "You . . ." I stammered for lack of words. "You fill them
very nicely. Your . . ." I paused and started again. "Your friend should
like them . . . a lot."

"But does the crotch feel firm to you? Give it a feel."

I looked down and saw a growing wet spot on the straining crotch that was
being presented for me to examine. It was so tempting. I looked
around. Nobody was paying any attention to us. I casually reached down and
cupped his crotch. He was, indeed, huge. I could feel the massiveness of
his cock. Thick and long. And very wide. It was giving off incredible heat
even through the denim. Really hard, too.

I held my hand there and then gave it a little squeeze. I got an obvious
twitch in return. Then he pushed his crotch forward into my hand. He made a
little gasping sound and, as he did, I felt the surge of warm liquid in my
palm. He was cumming in his jeans. In my hand. I could feel his warm cum
oozing against my palm. Between my fingers. A lot of cum. I looked down and
could see it sort of bubbling between my cupped fingers. I was still
holding his throbbing crotch. I just kept my hand there as his cock must
have spasmed a half a dozen times, each time making his crotch wetter,
warmer, squishier in my hand.

I couldn't resist gently squeezing his cock and balls. He groaned quietly,
but I feared someone would hear him. And, if they did, there was no
mistaking why he was groaning. I couldn't really imagine cumming with your
cock so cramped the way his was. But he did it. There was no doubt he'd
done it. With a little help. From me. And my hand.

With a final caressing squeeze, I moved my hand away and looked at the very
sizable wet spot still spreading across the crotch of his jeans. Thick
creamy cum had been forced right through the fabric and globs of it were
quite obvious.

I looked at my hand. It was coated in cum.

The guy smiled at me and then suddenly turned around, presenting his ass
toward me. "You can wipe your hand off on my ass if you want. Or you can
lick it if you want to," he said.

I wiped my hand off on his ass, but couldn't resist smelling it when I was
done. It smelled pretty hot!

"I'll take the jeans. Thanks for helping." But even as he talked to me
casual as could be, he was reaching down the front of his pants to readjust
his cock and balls. When he pulled his hand out, he raised it to his face
and inhaled. He smiled at me, flicked his tongue into the cum on his hand
and then went back into the changing booth.

I swallowed hard and felt my jeans getting even damper. I walked over by
the changing booth and said to him, "I think they fit you great. You've got
a great body. A lot to show off and you do it . . ." I struggled for the
right word. ". . . really well." I tried to sound as professional as I
could muster. My cock was throbbing in my jeans. I wanted to whip it out
and cum all over the guy and then have him lick us both clean. I wanted to
. . . But this was work. It wasn't gonna happen.

A moment later he stepped back out of the changing booth, looked at me and
smiled. "You should tuck your shirttails in, or just take your shirt
off. You've got a lot to show. I think your customers would appreciate
it. I know I would." He handed me the jeans. I could smell his cum as the
two of us headed for the register.

I rang up his purchase then folded the jeans carefully and placed them in a
bag along with his receipt. I was so turned on I didn't want him to leave.

"Excuse me, but I need to check your receipt," I said, stalling. I picked
up his bag and looked in as though I were looking for his receipt. But at
the last moment, I moved it closer to my face so I could get one last deep
breath of the smell of his fresh cum. It was intoxicating.

"I like that scent, too," he said in the most seductive voice. "Maybe next
time I come in you can show me something in a different fragrance. Maybe
like yours." With that, he turned and walked out of the store, pausing one
more time to catch my eye through the front window. He mouthed the word
"Thanks," and then he was gone. As he walked away I said under my
breath. "Cum again. Please, cum again."

Before I blew a load right there in the store, I checked out of work and
headed home. I was a little rattled and kept running that scene through my
mind as my trusty scooter provided the little extra vibration I always
enjoyed.

When I got home, I really wanted to tell Billy all about it. I knew it
would get us to the right point in a hurry. Not that we seemed to need much
help. But goddamn I needed to get off in the worst way.

As I walked into my room, I was surprised to see Jess sitting in my desk
chair, looking sheepish. Shit, I'd completely forgotten Jess would be
there.

Almost as soon as I saw Jess, I could smell Billy's fresh cum. He was
sitting on the floor. His cock in his hand. Cum running down over his
fingers, over his balls and dripping onto the floor.

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