Date: Fri, 22 Sep 2006 08:29:28 -0700 (PDT) From: John Subject: Changing Room 'C' Warning: The following story is a work of fiction. It never happened, except in the author's imagination. This story contains graphic sex between a teenage boy and a man. However, the author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and little children. If you are underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what you're supposed to do. Delete this file and find something else to wank to. If this kind of story turns you off, delete this file and find something else to read. If you're looking for a story that has someone having sex in every other sentence, this one is not it ... well actually, this one pretty much is, I guess. ::::BLUSH:::: LOL Copyright AmateurishWriter 2006 - The author retains the copyright for this story. Reproducing and/or placing this story on a commercial web site or in print without the authors permission is a violation of that copyright. Comments to AmateurishWriter@yahoo.com, pro and con and of a constructive nature, will be gratefully received and acknowledged, if possible. Flamers will be ignored. ***** Changing Room `C' - A tale of dedicated customer service I love my job! Being a customer service person at a famous camping and sporting goods store has its advantages. I work in the boy's and young men's department and so, the parade of young pulchritudinous lads is nearly endless. So, as a boylover, the constant comings and goings of handsome lads is greatly appreciated. Oh, I'm not a predator by any stretch of the imagination, but I am more than willing to be of service, gratifying desires and fulfilling needs, if the desire for same is clearly demonstrated. Little did I know, when I arrived at work today, that the following delightful experience would happen. I was just coming back in from my afternoon break when I spotted him. Upon entering the front of the store, there he was, just stepping onto the down escalator across the lobby. A lad with the most delightfully adorable pair of buns snugly clad in off-white tennis shorts. You know, the kind with no back pockets that show off nice full round bottoms? Unfortunately, just as I'd focused, he descended out of my view. I felt sort of like a moth drawn to a flame, pulled along by the lure of a potentially rewarding boy encounter. Quickly I checked back in at the customer service desk and then made a beeline for the down escalator. With my heart beating rapidly, as much with the panic of maybe losing the lad, as from the anticipation of catching sight of him again, I scanned the floor as the escalator took me down. I was relieved though, spotting him with his dad and mom in my very own boy's and young men's department and then, nearly stumbled as the escalator brought me to floor level. As I walked past the lad, he looked to be about 13, maybe 5' 2" and of average build. He had light brown hair, dark eyebrows and medium blue eyes with beautiful long eyelashes. Yes, I passed close enough to see his eyes. But what really caught my attention was that he was deeply absorbed in what was clearly a serious game of pet the trouser mouse. His mom put her hand on his shoulder from behind and he quickly pulled his left hand from his pocket. Oh Lord hold me back! He was a left pointer and his mouse was clearly alive and wide awake as it twitched once and moved from pointing at 3 o'clock to 2 o'clock! As I circled back in the next isle over, I heard his mom say, "Okay Kyle, we'll let you pick out and try on clothes on your own. Then we'll come back in, oh, maybe 30 or 40 minutes to see what you've selected. If you need us we'll be upstairs in the camping and fishing department." Young Kyle seemed to be half listening because as soon as he realized that his mom hadn't noticed what his lucky hand had been up to, the lad's left hand, seemingly with a life of its own, smoothly slid back into his pocket. I could clearly see him get a hold of himself and resume his pleasingly slow, gentle and obviously pleasurable milking motion. Then he nodded and added a sort of distracted agreement, "'Kay." The lad's parents walked off towards the up escalator and Kyle, continuing his left handed activity, began to look over some of the stone washed blue jeans. After watching for maybe a minute, drooling down the front of my shirt, I guiltily scanned around me to be sure I was not being observed. I was in the clear and so, returned to my voyeuring. The boy continued his unknowing teasing of this old lech as he moved on to the rack of chinos. Scanning the area, I saw that there were no other customers at the moment so, taking a deep breath, I walked up to the lad and asked, "Can I help you with something?" I smiled at my unintentional double meaning. Startled, the boy's hand jerked from his pocket and he mumble, "No thanks. Maybe in a few minutes." I tried to put on a friendly face. "Okay. It seems that you had things well in hand." He blushed a charmingly deep deep red and blurted out something I didn't get. I patted him on the shoulder and added. "Don't be embarrassed son. I was your age once myself, so I understand." Still blushing but seeming to feel a bit more comfortable, he whispered, "I can't help it." "Yeah." I chuckled. "I was the same at your age but was lucky when I found an older friend who used to help me out." "Help you out?" He looked up at me with a scowl. "How?" I tried to look uncertain. "Well, I probably shouldn't say." Now his curiosity was clearly piqued. "Aw c'mon. I wont tell anybody." "Well ..." I tried to sound as hesitant as I could. "Well, okay. He used to give me blow jobs." Now the boy was really intrigued. "Really? Oh cool! I wish I knew someone like that." I chuckled again. "Maybe you do." Then I winked. He grinned shyly. "I have to get going." Putting on my customer service face again I concluded, "Well, if you decide that I may be of any assistance, I will be in changing room `C' in 5 minutes." With that, Kyle wandered off looking at more racks of clothes and I went back to be sure the changing rooms were empty. They were as it was a slow day ... but not for long. I slipped into changing room `C' and sat down on the bench on the back wall. I was as hard as a rock in confident anticipation. A couple minutes later the door opened just a little and Kyle, looking back over his shoulder, I guess to see if anyone was watching, squeezed in. Once in, he closed the door and slid the security bolt into place. Then he turned to me with a cute nervous look. "Wha', what should I dah do?" He stuttered. I took his hand and drew him closer. "You don't need to do anything except enjoy the feelings." I smiled reassuringly up at him. I would have loved to have him remove his shirt as I love a boy's soft smooth tummy but I didn't want to maybe spook him so I just looked down at his crotch and notice, by the look of it, that he was quite excited. Then I looked back up at him. "May I touch you there?" "Yes." He whispered. "Please?" My right hand gently covered and pressed on the bulge in his pants and he throbbed once strongly and pushed back. I placed my left hand on his hip and then slid it around to cup his bum and pull him closer. Now gripping both of his hips I leaned in and place my open mouth over the spot where the head of his cock seemed to be. I blew out hotly and he moaned. "Oh God." I didn't want to make his pants wet so I leaned back and undid the buckle of his belt. Then I slid his zipper down and he moaned again. "Oh God, this is so hot." Letting his pants fall to his ankles, I smiled as his tented plaid boxers came into view. Again, I caressed his hard boner through the fabric and he throbbed, pushing himself against my hand. I had to see him. His hot boy cock. I had to see it and feel it without cloth in the way, and then I had to taste it. I had to taste his boyness and his sweet boy cream. I lifted the elastic waist band out over the tip of his cock and slid his shorts down to his ankles. There it was and God was it beautiful! There is something incredibly intoxicating about a boy just in the midst of puberty. His penis has grown but is not full grown, maybe about 3 and a half to 4 and a half inches. His testicles have descended and are larger than marbles but not as big as eggs and still hairless. And, he has just a few wispy brown hairs just above his penis. Otherwise, he is smooth and soft and smells, well, like boy. Luscious and delicious pubescent boy. I buried my face in his lap and took a deep breath. He sighed. I licked the point where his leg meets his body and he shook and gasped. "Oh wow." I licked around his balls and then, mindful that time might be short, I licked up his boner and over the tip, tasting a drop of his precum. Kyle uttered another "Oh God" as I took his cock between my lips. Placing my hands on his buns, I drew him to me and his hot boy boner deep into my mouth and into my throat. My tongue tasted him and my hardon throbbed in my pants. I sucked in deeply and moved my tongue all around his sweet cock and moved back a little. I felt the helmet of his boner slide past my lips and then I sucked him back in again, using my tongue more as I felt him tremble in my arms. He began to hunch up into my mouth and we matched out efforts and each of his inward thrusts brought a grunt from him. After a minute or so the grunts became repeated "oh Gods" and then less intelligible "ungs and ughs". Finally, I felt his boner swell a bit and he uttered a soft but high pitched "eeeeeeeehhh" sound. This last was accompanied by pulses in the underside of his cock and small spurts of his sweet boy juices into my throat and onto my tongue. After the fourth or fifth spurt I slowed my milking sucking and licked up all that I could. Then I pulled off his still very hard boner, kissed the tip and looked up at him with a smile. "You are a very hot boy." He blushed and gave me a shy smile. "Thanks, that was awesome." I helped him get his clothes back in order and, with another shy "thanks," he unlatched and slipped back out the door. I readjusted myself, wishing I could take the time to get some relief but knowing that I couldn't, and returned outside to stand behind the counter. Shortly after Kyle had returned to his browsing, my manager came in the department, coming up to me with an annoyed look on his face. "What's wrong?" I asked with a touch of nervousness. "See that kid over there?" "Yeah. He just came in." I lied. "Well, be careful. The other day I caught him and the customer service guy in the swim wear department changing room. Nothing was going on so I couldn't be sure but I think the kid was hustling the guy." There was a striking look of disgust on my manager's face. "Should I chase him out?" I asked, with no intention of doing quite that. "I saw his parent leave him here and I think they'll be back in a few minutes." "No," he thought for a moment. "Okay, just keep an eye on him then." With that, he went on about his rounds leaving me alone again in the department. I grabbed a chunk of paper from the register roll and wrote my cell phone number on it. Then I walked over to Kyle. "Put this in your pocket. Call me sometime if you need another visit to changing room `C'." Then, just as I noticed his parents returning, I grinned and winked at him. He blushed, smiled shyly and tried to wink back.