Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2003 14:45:38 EST
From: Badgod69@aol.com
Subject: DRESSING ROOM

I have already got a story posted on here called FIRST CONTACT about how me
and my 2-years-older-than-me nephew got involved in sexplay that lasted
until the night before he got married. It all started when I was 12 and he
was 14. Anyway, this is another example of our shenanigans... The following
summer after we started getting all over each other -- jacking each other
off, having cum shooting distance contests, making out and fondling each
other in the back seat of my sister's car while our mom's were grocery
shopping -- my family came back for another visit. We arrived for our
summer vacation visiting my sister's family a little later than usual that
summer, late August.

School was going to start up for all us kids in a few weeks and so all the
department stores were having sales on back-to-school clothes. Since there
was no sales tax in the state my nephew lived in, my mom and sister decided
to take me and my nephew and the rest my sister's kids, all 6 of us,
shopping. We went to a local mall and into the Montgomery Ward store, and
my mom and sister told me and my nephew, since we were the oldest kids, to
go on over to the boys section and start picking stuff out to buy. They
were going to go with the younger kids to help them pick stuff out. She
said they'd meet us there in a little while. We watched them leave in a
noisy jumble and when they had disappeared in the crowd Ronnie turned to me
and gave me that look. "That Look" meant he was horny and knew I was too
and that we'd find a good place to jerk off and do nasty stuff in the
store!

We smiled in silent agreement and headed on over to look at the clothes.
They all sucked and we chose the least embarrassing ones and took them into
a dressing room after the guy behind the counter checked to see what we
were taking in. I remember that he was pretty good looking, a young college
kid working part-time trying to pay his school bills probably, about 22 or
23 years old at most. We went in to the dressing area and went down to the
last compartment. The room was small, and the door was a full-sized
louvered door, not the usual saloon-type door. As soon as the door closed
behind us, we looked at each other and started to laugh cuz we knew we had
found our perfect spot. At first we undressed down to our t-shirts and
briefs and dirty white socks; even at 15, Ronnie still usually didn't wear
deodorant and when I was around him during the summers neither did I.
Privately, it drove my mom nuts when I wouldn't wear deodorant, cuz I sweat
lots and it smelled pretty strong. As a 13 year old boy, when I didn't wear
deodorant I smelled kinda skunky. Well, Ronnie smelled even stronger. If I
smelled like skunk, he smelled like a goat in heat. We both got totally
turned on by the smell of our sweat when we jacked off and kissed and
licked each other all over, so the close quarters of the dressing room made
the smell seem even stronger. We made some quick attempts at trying on the
clothes we had picked out cuz we wanted that part to be over fast so we
could fuck around.

We heard boys and their mom's in the dressing room hallway, and we started
laughing again, thrilled and excited by what we were about to start doing,
all of this hot forbidden boy sexplay, right under their noses! After we
threw the clothes we knew we'd have to suffer wearing later into a heap in
the corner, we turned to each other and stripped off our smelly t-shirts so
all we had on was our dirty socks and our tighty whities, bulging obscenely
and already showing dark marks where our precum was seeping through the
material. We hugged and shoved our tongues into each other's mouths, almost
gagging at the force of the lust we were feeding to each other. We rubbed
our engorged trapped dicks and aching balls hard against each other in a
sideways motion so that the fabric of our briefs got warm and tingly as our
cocks brushed against each other. Finally, I shoved my hands into the
elastic of Ronnie's briefs and pulled them down so I could feel his hard,
wet cock press itself against my stomach. I heard his dick slap against his
belly hard as it sprung free of his briefs and I moved my mouth from his
down to his neck and started biting and sucking on his throat. We were
always threatening to give each other a hickey, not thinking it through
about how we'd have to explain how we got it, but we never stayed on it
long enough to leave a mark. Ronnie was groping my cock through my briefs
and I told him to pull them down. As soon as my rigid 7" dick (I went
through puberty early and have always had a large cock for my age) sprang
free, he grabbed it in his hot fist and started to jerk me off with strong,
slow strokes.

He forced my mouth off his neck and raised his stinking pit over my face
and buried his wet, matted, blond-haired pit over my face. I licked it out
for a little while, Ronnie moaning and hissing in his breath while I did
it. We both loved licking each other's pits out, and to this day it is
still one of my favorite things to do with a dude and to have done to
me. We turned to face the 3 full length mirrors that formed the back wall
of the cubicle, the 2 side wings hinged so that you could adjust them to
see more views of the clothes being tried on. But we didn't have any
clothes on now, except for our socks and our moist briefs bunched up around
our knees. We both quickly stepped out of our briefs and stood transfixed
by what we saw in the mirror -- 2 VERY horny teenaged boys, 13 and 15 years
old, each stroking the other's cock, arms slung lazily over the other's
shoulders. It looked amazingly sexy to us, and at that moment we heard our
mom's voices coming down the little hallway calling out our names. Without
missing a stroke, we both called out to them and told them that we would be
finished in a few minutes. Believing that we were still trying on the
clothes we had chosen, they cheerily said "OK" and went back out into the
main store to wait for us there.

We grinned like imps and then Ronnie whispered to me to face the central
mirror and lean over with my hands against it. I knew what was coming,
because rubbing his slimy dick up and down in my ass crack was one of his
favorite ways to get himself off. I was happy to comply because it felt
wonderful to feel his arms wrapped around my torso, forcing me backward
into his groin. I could smell his sweat and feel his hot breath beating
against the back of my neck as he bit down into it, like an animal when
it's mating. I turned around quickly and pulled his face down to mine so
that I could plunge my tongue into his mouth while I groped for his dick,
anxious to feel its pulsing heat and sticky precum pumping into my palm.

"I fucking love you," he said to me, but this didn't freak me out at all
because we had been saying stuff like this to each other whenever we fooled
around ever since we had started in the previous summer.

Ronnie sat down on the floor with his back to the mirror and offered up his
face to me so I could slap him across the face with my hard dick while he
continued jerking himself off. My leaking cock was leaving streaks of boy
precum all over his face and hair and it was making me crazy. This was also
one of our favorite things to do to each other.

When we both knew we were getting close to shooting he stood up and we
stood shoulder to shoulder -- the feel of his hot, sweaty skin pressed
against mine was all it took for me.

I said "I'm ready to shoot!," and he said "Wait, wait! I want to you cum
all over my ass."

He turned around again, leaned over so his hands were on his knees and
pushed his butt up into the air. I took aim and unleashed a blast of cum
that missed his ass entirely but landed at the top of his neck where his
shaggy blond hair touched his neck. I pumped out 2 more jets onto his butt
and then he raised himself up, faced the mirror and let fly several ropes
of hot jizz all over the central mirror. This got me completely sexed-up
again and with just a few more strokes I popped out another jet that
crossed his on the mirror. We collapsed onto each other and just breathed
deeply for a few seconds and then started to laugh our nasty little laugh,
indicating that we had done well in this little adventure. As we hurriedly
dressed in our street clothes we stared in amazement at the ropes of boy
cum that were now dripping down the surface of the mirror. Ronnie backed up
so that his ass touched the side mirror and rubbed his butt against it. All
that cum I had unloaded onto his ass smeared across the surface of the
mirror, leaving a sticky white mess all over it.

We thought this was hilarious. After one last deep kiss, Ronnie turned to
the center mirror, scooped up some of the cum onto his fingers and wiped
himself under his arms with it.

Then he got that evil, dirty boy look in his eyes and said to me, "Tonight
you're gonna lick all this shit out of my pits. OK?"

I could only nod in agreement, anxious for the night to come on as quickly
as it could. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small penknife
that was his pride and joy and scratched the words "Hey kid -- your turn!
Leave load on mirror," into the top of the cheap wooden frame.  We grabbed
the clothes we were gonna let our mom's buy us, went out into the store to
find them, and there they were, chatting happily with the guy behind the
sales desk.

My sister turned to us and said "All done?" Ronnie and I both said "All
done" together and cracked up, laughing our asses off. My mom and my sister
just rolled their eyes and chalked our reactions up to our being
unfathomable teenaged boys. Some things just can't be explained. Later that
night, Ronnie and I had many good laughs talking about how the next boy
into the dressing room would probably jack off and leave his load on the
mirror, mixing with ours. The thought of that young sales guy checking the
rooms later on and being confronted with a cum-covered mirror that would
probably be his or some janitor's job to clean off was the funniest thing
we could ever imagine. Of course, we were rock hard by this point, and yet
again, took the matter in hand...so to speak.