Blowjob in the (Un)Dressing Room

Two days past I'd given my first blowjob (to a business man in the front seat of his car, in a department store parking lot).  And since then, during those waking moments when I wasn't concentrating on school, what was on my mind was one thing: hard cock; stiff, saliva-slickened dick.  I had what felt like a permanent hard-on as I went through the days, thinking of little more than meeting another horny older man who would use my mouth to get off.  A guy who would get me to my knees and ask me...no, tell me...to suck his dick.

I tried the restroom where I'd met the business man both before and after school without luck.  Seven a.m. was too early and so was three-thirty p.m.  Thursday I even hung out in the department store until five-thirty p.m. before trying it again, but still no luck.

So, I went to the men’s wear and grabbed a pair of hip-hugger jeans [it was the early 1970s], then on to the underwear department, with a clerk following me.  He was tall and lean, with gray hair and a small mustache, probably in his 40s and, I figured, likely making sure I wasn't shoplifting.  I got a new jockstrap and asked him where the dressing room was.  He led me to it and held onto the jockstrap and waited outside the booth.

He started out with his back to me, but as I unbuckled and unzipped, he turned sidewise and started watching me surreptitiously, head down, arms crossed.  I took my jeans off slowly, then took my shirt off and casually adjusted my briefs, teasing them down a little past my pubes.  He turned his head and took a good look that time but turned away quickly when I looked up.  I still had so much to learn about cruising.  Well, I tried the new jeans and realized I'd grabbed the wrong size.  I got them up but couldn't close them.  He looked directly at me and asked, "Too tight?"

"Yeah.  Wrong size."  I started pulling them down and my briefs started coming with them.  I let them slide down to bare my ass, turning away from him to let him have a good look, then readjusted them and pulled the jeans off.  I reached for my jeans and he came into the room, taking a tape measure out, and told me to hang on.  I started to tell him what size I needed, and he cut me off, "Arms up," then squatted in front of me and wrapped the measure around my hips.  And copped a feel of my ass, I was certain.  My dick responded, stiffening up in seconds.  The clerk stood up and wrapped the measure around my hips again and this time definitely felt my ass up in the process.  I let out a soft, short "Mm" and he ran his hands across my ass, then pocketed the measure and turned to leave with nothing more than a "Wait here."

Had I imagined it then?  My dick began to go limp.  Should I have said something more blunt?  It seemed like a long while, and was barely ten minutes, before he returned with two pairs of jeans, one light grey and the other pale mint green.  He gave me the jeans and I tried the green ones, feeling a bit embarrassed at the obvious mistake I’d made.  I snugged them up and buttoned and zipped them.

And he closed the entry curtain and came over, "Let's see, turn."  I turned away from him and he snugged the jeans up again, then ran his hands around my hips, then back, then ran one hand down my ass and between my legs. "Too tight?" he asked, and I told him no, that they'd loosen up.  He told me to turn around, facing him, and I was almost painfully aware of my throbbing erection.

He checked the hips, then the front waistband.

Then he looked down at me and felt my cock and balls.  I nodded, mumbled "Yeah," [I was nervous!] and he opened the jeans button and, maddeningly slowly, unzipped them.  He felt my cock again and told me to turn around.   I started to push the jeans down as I turned, but he pushed my hands away and, when I was back to him, he yanked and tugged them down, taking my briefs with them.  He pulled my briefs back up and got the jeans down to my knees, then grabbed my briefs and yanked them down hard, also to my knees.

He felt my naked ass, patted it twice, ran his hand between my legs, then slapped my ass hard and told me to turn around again.  I'd thought he was going to break me in and fuck me and was getting myself ready to lose my ass cherry.  He slapped my ass again, not nearly as hard, then ran his hand along my cock, my balls, then again between my legs and teased at my asshole a little.  I licked my dry lips.

He knelt and gave my cock a couple of strokes, looked up at me again, and took it into his mouth.

It took everything I could muster to not blow my load immediately.  He let me get used to it, then began to lick and suck and move his head to and fro along my straining shaft.  I tried desperately to hold back, but it had been two days since I'd jerked off and I was horny as hell and not a couple of minutes in I exploded, flooding his mouth with cum.  I cursed, moaned, and it felt like I unloaded a gallon of jizz into the clerk's mouth.  It began to dribble out, down his chin and I unloaded another burst.  When it finally stopped, he took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped at his chin and lips as I withdrew.  He stood and smiled at me and asked if that was my first time.  I told him no, and he opened his jacket and unzipped his slacks; that it had just been a couple of days since I'd got off, and he maneuvered his semi-hard cock out and pushed my shoulder. 

I knelt, briefs and jeans still around my knees, and took his cock into my mouth.

I started slowly, just relishing the feel of his veiny pole against my tongue, of his cock stiffening and expanding in response to my novice ministrations.  When it was fully erect, I took it out and licked and kissed it so I could get a good look at it.  It was a little shorter than my barely average dick, but quite a bit thicker with a stubby pink head.  I kissed that head, licked at his cumhole, kissed it again, licked down and back up the shaft,  and engulfed his cock and started sucking again.   I started to open his pants while I sucked him, anxious to see and taste his balls, but he pushed my hands away.  I worked harder, moving my tongue against his shaft, moving my head a little faster.  I wanted his cum, needed that thick cock-juice.  I went to open his pants again and he slapped my hand and told me "Not this time."  He put his hands on my head and started thrusting, "Come on...come on, suck it baby.  Suck it hard."

I sucked, I licked, I felt my own cock responding again and I moaned softly around his thick, hard shaft. He gripped my hair and my head more intently, thrust harder, "Yeah, honey, suck that dick, take it, suck it dry, sweetie, I’m gonna fuck that sweet ass next time, fuck yes I will you little…mmm yeah going to fill your hot mouth with….ah fuck yes…fill you with cum God yeah come on baby come--" He held my head still, "Aah!" and a blast of salty cock-juice filled my throat.  I sucked at his dick greedily, trying to drain every drop of cum out of it.  And he kept fucking my hungry mouth, holding my head motionless.

After a moment he eased back, let go of my head and withdrew his cock onto his handkerchief.  He wiped it clean and I stripped off the new jeans and dressed.   I glanced at the curtain and noticed that it was open about an inch.  Had it been like that?  I wasn’t sure but the idea that someone may have been watching sent a thrill up my spine.  I asked if it was okay and the clerk said it was good and introduced himself as Dennis, then grabbed the new jockstrap and said, "Let's check you out."

The underwear department cashier was another older man [fifties, I think], tall, silver haired, stocky and with a slight paunch.  I bought the green jeans and tried to buy the jockstrap, but Dennis told Ted, the cashier, that I'd already paid for it.  And did they exchange very brief, knowing smiles?  I wasn’t sure.

Not then.

Dennis walked with me toward the exit and, before heading off to the men’s wear department said, softly, "Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays."

It was good to know.  Very good.