Brandon

BRANDON PART 1

Exhibitionist 18 year old baseball player gets off in mall fitting room

( I tend to write kind of over the top almost comic book style erotic stories where some crazy and unrealistic stuff happens just for the pure “flight of fancy” enjoyment of the audience.  )

His name was Brandon and he was 18 years old, just out of high school but his boyish face and baby fat body made him look like he was still 16.  The cute bubble butt, slightly short height and skaters cut bright shiny very very blond hair added to his boyish look.  To top it all off he had beautiful green eyes.  Brandon would have been noticeable fully clothed, normally appearing at the mall in a tight white tee-shirt with some teen design or band on it.  The shirt showed all his cute curves on his upper body.  His saggy blue jeans routinely showed off his bright colored underwear.  I noticed his favorite underwear color was yellow and bright purple yet his shirts always seemed to have the colors blue or green on them.  I sold him a few tees from the men’s store I ran in the mall.  His overall build was nicely proportional, not to skinny but not fat by any means.  He was a star baseball player on the high school team, a short stop who could really hit the ball.  He was pretty fast on the bases too, despite being slightly chunky.  Unfortunately, Brandon was not very bright and scored in the bottom half of his class.  He was not dumb or anything but I would find out that he could, on occasion, be wildly dimwitted.  Because of this, he was unsure about college.  

Brandon was slightly narcissistic and somewhat exhibitionistic and so I often spotted him taking off his shirt in the mall, claiming he was hot.  Without his shirt, Brandon became drop dead cute.  His body was covered by a light amount of cute baby fat that accentuated key body parts and made his nicely proportioned body super adorable.  The baby fat highlighted and softened all his muscles and features giving him the most wonderful curves on his chest, belly, and love handles.  Girls and some guys like me would gawk hopelessly but predictably a security person or other mall official would admonish him to put his shirt back on.  

I was a 29 year old college grad who landed a manager’s job in a trendy men’s store.  It was a national chain of upscale men’s clothing stores but I was located in a medium sized mall in a smaller Midwestern city.  We just didn’t have the traffic of a huge mall nor the numbers of extremely wealthy people to support the big numbers the chain wanted from just selling suits and ties.  Like any good college kid I studied the problem and proposed they let me offer a section geared to high school boys and young college males.  I also cut my staff to nearly zero to make sure we became profitable.  During the week, we rarely had more than one customer at a time.   It really worked well and we became profitable.   The company gave me a very nice raise in pay, a massive bonus and implemented my plan in all their small market stores.  I was sure they were going to roll out the plan and I got a hunch that their stock would really shoot up after their sales increased and their number of underperforming stores dropped to nothing.  So I took my bonus and dumped all of it into the company stock, which had an employee share match.  The stock did well and I went from middle income guy with college loans to a zero debt millionaire in less than 6 months!  

So it’s the middle of summer and its a little busier then but still I manned the store alone because I could, and I hated being board.  That’s when it happened.  I looked up and Brandon was right in front of my checkout counter looking at me with his big bright white and green eyes.  “Brandon, right,” I said not wanting to show I was a long distant stocker.  He smiled at me remembering his name and said “yes”.  “Want some more tee shirts?” I asked.

“No I wanted nice fitting dress shirt for clubbing and maybe something I could wear to an interview,” he said, more timidly than I would have expected.  

“Aw!  Growing up in the world!” I said.

“Maybe a little bit,” he said as he smiled, again showing a shyness that was totally unexpected.

“Well, let’s go back to the fitting room and get some measurements so we can get you something that shows you off,” I said.

“Absolutely!” he said approving of the idea of looking as sharp as possible even when clothed.  

We went back to the small stock room.  We had a small measuring area in the front corner of the room with some lights and two floor to ceiling mirrors.  I asked him to remove his shirt.  He didn’t think for even a second and pulled it up over his head.  This big bright blond hair flopped back into place, framing his lightly tanned but nicely colored face and eyes.  Seeing Brandon from just a few feet away, he was more beautiful than I could have ever dreamed.  His major body features were slightly enlarged, his chest lobes, his nipples, his love handles and belly button were all quite prominent making his body really stand out.  The small layer of baby fat covered his muscles and features made them loom more pronounced and cuter, more compelling.  So many boys were bean poles, you could not even tell where their chest or belly was from more than a few feet away from them.  Not Brandon, his proportions just screamed look at me.  His skin was wildly clear and unblemished with great color.  He was just beautiful to look at.  I found it hard to take my eyes off him.  His jeans were sagging wildly showing off his underwear which were white cotton briefs with a very big loud yellow waist band with the words “BOY TOY” in big black letters running all the way around.  I chuckled at the BOYTOY underwear and he giggled and blushed slightly.  

“Yea, I’m a closet narcissist, I guess,” he said giggling again.

“Well, this is kind of closet, so you are ok,” I said to which he laughed more.  “Anyway, you’re a great looking boy, you should never be ashamed of showing it off.”  

“You really think so?” he asked

“Of course.  Come on Brandon you know you’re a good looking kid, you don’t need anyone to confirm it for you,” I said with total sincerity and patting him on his shoulders.  He practically cooed at the praise and touch.  I could tell his body was going to be sensitive.  

With much less sincerity, I then told him I would take all his measurements so I would have them if he ever needed anything else.   As I started to take his waist measurements I went for broke and asked him to remove the jeans.  He did without a second’s hesitation.  Like his upper body, his balls, penis and butt were all slightly larger and gave him wicked proportions.  Being a baseball player he had some very nicely developed quads and hamstrings that again gave his body wicked proportions.  A waggling bubble butt finished off his lower body’s eye candy.  As I took the measurements, I got to rub up against his chest, nipples, belly, love handles.  I noticed that he was starting to tent in the white cotton underwear.  I became more excited.  As I took his lower body measurements, I accidently rubbed my hand against his tenting penis several times.  I apologized but he jumped in saying “It’s my fault; this thing has a mind of its own.”  He then rubbed his penis pushing it up against his body.  He actually moaned and I saw the penis surge inside his underwear.  He was now more than semi hard.  “Sorry, It doesn’t take anything to set me off,” he said looking shy again.  The combination of shyness and narcissism was really turning me on.  I really liked the kid on a deeply personal level.  It was more than lust for his super cute adorable but slightly athletic body, it was more than liking a nice person; his quirky personality was really compelling.  After a long set of measurements and fearing any more accidental touching or gawking might make him seriously nervous, I went out to get a shirt.  

I came back, with a shirt that was purposely too small, to find Brandon with an even larger erection.  The head of his fat penis was now up under the big yellow elastic waist band but not yet sticking up and out.  I buttoned the very tight shirt on him.  As I neared the bottom button, I could now see down into the underwear as the top of his fat penis head just barely sticking up out of the elastic.  As I buttoned the lowest button I managed to rake the top of Brandon’s beautiful penis with my finger.  The kid jumped slightly and moaned a bit.  “Sorry, dude,” I said.  “If you want to go into the changing room and do something about that, I can get you a towel.”  

“It’s ok man-- thanks, but I think I can keep it from getting any bigger,” he said.  It happens in the locker room all the time.  All the guys give me hell about being a closeted gay boy because I’m always hard in the locker room.

“That’s twice you made reference to coming out of the closet Brandon.  Is there something you want to tell me,” I said smiling and laughing a bit.  He laughed wildly, his soft belly jiggling a bit and the head of his penis getting raked across the thick yellow waist band of his BOYTOY underwear.  He said no but was all smiles and was wickedly relaxed now. “I think this shirt is too small, let me get one the next size up,” I said as I started to unbutton the shirt.  “I want to get you a shirt that really fits and shows of your form, even in a dress shirt, everyone finds that hot as hell guys and girls, even on job interviews.”  As I unbuttoned the lower half of his shirt I managed to “accidentally” get a finger part of the way into Brandon’s big deep adorable belly button.  I only managed to rake the lip of his belly button but he jumped and stammered out “belly button!”.  I laughed and said “I was sorry”.  Brandon waggled his body back and forth again showing a wild shyness that I found adorable.  He then offered the comment that his belly button was hyper sensitive as he put it.  It was too perfect that one of his super sensitive spots was so oversized and adorable looking.  

I continued unbuttoning the shirt and as I made my way to the bottom button I again made sure to accidentally brush the head of his fat penis.  The penis flared again and the head was now halfway up out of the top of his underwear.  I went to get the next larger sized shirt, which I knew would still be too small.  When I came back the entire head of his fat penis was sticking up and out of the underwear and he looked mortified .  I put my hand on his upper back and looked over his shoulder directly down at the exposed penis.  He flushed and his belly sucked in and out as he sucked in a gasp of air.  “I don’t think you are controlling it very well.”  He blushed wildly and the penis flared again and a dribble of pre cum poured out of the sperm slit.  I think the movement of his body as he laughed was charming his fat penis even more.

“Could I get that towel?” asked Brandon timidly again.  

“Sure,” I said, handing him the towel.  “The floor in here is tile and you can squirt on the mirror and we can clean it afterwards.  I’m going to go out to the sales floor, just holler when you are done.”

“Dude, you can stay and watch, it will freak me out and I’ll squirt quarts,” said Brandon.

“Quarts huh?  Ok, Brandon, let’s see you put out,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.  

“Ok, I’m not sure what’s going to happen,” explained Brandon.  “Believe it or not, I’ve never done this before in front of a guy.”

“No circle jerks with the baseball team?” I asked.

“No,” he said quickly.  “I was in my underwear all the time in the locker room and stuff but never squirted in front of  them.  I was always worried I would not be able to stop.  I squirt a lot!”

Yea, Quarts, sure!!” I said teasing him.  

He looked back at me with his big green eyes and said “you’ll see”.  I could see the confidence in his eyes, he was not being boastful, he was going to show me something amazing.  

“Take your underwear all the way off so you are totally naked right here in the stock room.  It should give you a big charge,” I explained.

Brandon shivered and pulled down his BOYTOY underwear and stepped out of them.  He looked around the small stockroom and his body trembled as his exhibitionist tingle poured into him.   His fat hard penis hung straight out from his body.  His shaft and head were beautiful.  

You’re in the middle of the mall, totally naked and about to jits,” I reminded him.  

His penis flared again and dribbled a huge amount of thick precum.  He moaned loudly and grabbed his fat hard penis.  I reached up and rubbed his upper back and shoulders again.  He moaned again really enjoying the touching.  It only took two strokes and he exploded.  A massive thick white jits of sperm erupted from his fat cock head.  It was much thicker and gooier than anything I had ever seen, even on line.  As he started to squirt, I ran my hand down his spine to his lower back and gave him a firm rub.  The wad he squeezed out was so large and powerful it made a squirting sound as it spewed from his sperm slit.  The big fat wad of sperm must have really raked the nerves in Brandon’s sperm slit because his body jolted and he let out a teen cry that sounded like he was really working to muffle it because of where he was.  The huge gooey wad splattered onto the huge mirror with a wet splat.  The second stroke of his penis brought out another even bigger wad of sperm causing Brandon to tremble and cry out again.  Brandon sucked in a quick gulp of air and stroked down a third time causing a 3rd huge eruption.  Brandon was beginning to sweat wildly.  I continued to firmed massage his lower back as he stroked away.  Brandon pumped out 12 huge wads of sperm.  They coated the mirror in a sheet of sperm that slowly oozed downward.  

Brandon’s slightly trembling body was covered in sweat as he panted from the wild exertion.  I rubbed his sweaty upper back and gave his neck a firm rub.  

“Are you done?” I asked.
“I think so,” he stammered between breaths.

I ran my hand down his spine again, rubbing his small of the back firmly and drawing another moan from him.  Then I slipped my finger into the top of his sweaty butt crack and wiggled it around.  Brandon jumped from the stimulation and cried out “butt crack” as he began to squirt huge wads again.  Brandon pumped out 6 more huge thick wads of sperm.  He was now dripping with sweat and panted hard.  Brandon’s soft cute belly pumped wildly in and out.

“Are you done now?”
“Depends what you are going to do to me,” said Brandon between breaths.

I reached around his naked body and pinched one of his big red nipples.  Brandon cried out “Nips” and started to squirt again.  Brandon fired out 5 more huge gooey wads of sperm.  Brandon was really exerting himself now.  As soon as he stopped I pinched the other nipple and Brandon cried out “Nips!!” again and started back up.  He fired 5 more wads.  Brandon’s sweat covered body was trembling now.  It was hard to keep from laughing as the kid cried out the body part I was messing with as he started to squirt.  But, I was becoming a little concerned.  Brandon’s fat cockhead was engorged and starting to become a darkish red.  The kid’s athletic body was pumping blood flow to that cockhead like mad.   I asked him if he wanted me to stop and he cried out “Don’t Stop!!”.  

I reached around again this time rubbing his soft jelly belly.  It jiggled wildly and I laughed as his warm soft belly jiggled in my hand. It was so soft and jiggily.  It was so perfect.   Brandon cried out “Belly Rub!!” and exploded again.  He really seemed to like his belly rubbed because he cranked off 9 huge wads.  Brandon was slipping deep into an orgasm that I had never really seen from a guy.   He actually stumbled in place during his squirt session.  I had continued to rub Brandon’s belly as he squirted and just as he stopped I decided to go for broke.  I shoved my finger down into Brandon’s big deep belly button and wiggled.  Brandon cried out “Belly Button!!!!” in a loud cry and began to squirt savagely.  Brandon cranked off an incredible 14 wads of sperm before falling to his knees panting wildly with sweat running down his body.  I rubbed his back urging him to calm down.  Brandon panted and his body quivered as he tried to pull back from his deep physical and emotional orgasm. I really wanted to finger his big soft hyper sensitive belly button again but Brandon looked spent and I didn’t want to alienate him after what was a wonderful event.

I wetted a rag and rubbed it on Brandon’s back trying to cool him off and then left the room to try and let him calm down without me there looking at his naked body.

I came back after 10 minutes to find the, still naked, kid using the rag to try and clean his thick gooey sperm off the mirror and floor.  He was still sweating but had stopped trembling.  His fat penis was hard and red and flopping around wildly as he tried to sop up the sperm.  The rag was soaked and dripping with sperm.  I told him he didn’t have to do that but he said he didn’t want me to clean up his mess.  He seemed wildly embarrassed.  I told him he was amazing and it was the most impressive thing I had ever seen.  He seemed to brighten up to that.  I then got him a big roll of towels and he quickly wiped up all his sperm.  I don’t know if it was quarts, like he boasted before we got started, but it was more sperm than I had ever seen anyone pump out.   The kid’s super soaker penis had pumped out 51 gooey white wads of sperm in 6 different closely spaced cum sessions.  He was the definition of a Twinkie, tan on the outside and filled with huge amounts of white cream on the inside.    

After cleaning himself up, he tried to apologized some more.  I laughed and told him I would remember this day for the rest of my life.  He again seemed to enjoy the comment and stood before me timidly yet proud.  Again the combination was compelling to me.  I could have stood there and looked at his beautiful body all day long.  

“You’ll have to come back and we’ll get you that shirt,” I said.
He looked at me sheepishly and asked “could I come back tomorrow and we could try again?”
“I’ll be looking forward to it!” I said.  

Brandon pulled his BOYTOY underwear on, shoving his still very hard penis down into them.  He then pulled on his jeans leaving them sagging wildly on his waist to show off his yellow BOYTOY band on his waist.  He pulled on his Nikes and then looked back at me and smiled as he shoved his white shirt into the back pocket of his jeans and walked out of the store shirtless.  I watched as he walked through the mall shirtless with girls pointing and giggling at his cute body.  He was still shinny from the sweating.  At that moment I noticed one of the mall security guards to my left.  He spotted the shirtless kid and started walking fast toward Brandon.  I stepped out of my store.

“Bob, have you seen that vagrant that accosts people for money in here today?” I asked.

“No, but I see that Brandon kid who’s always taking off his shirt!!” he said pointing at Brandon across the mall and down on the main level.  

“He’s harmless and the girls love him,” I said waving dismissively in Brandon’s direction.  “One of my best clients was in here this morning shopping for her husband and she said a guy had asked her for loose change!  People too afraid to come in here, that’s what I’m worried about Bob!”

“All right I’ll go make a patrol and see if he’s still here,” the guard said waving dismissively in Brandon’s direction.  He turned and walked away, going to look for the guy.  I felt kind of bad, sending the guard to search for a fictional assailant but Brandon deserved a break.  I turned to see Brandon walking toward the side door to the mall with a huge slurpy drink, his white tee hanging from his back pocket waggling as he walked, pulling his jeans down even more, showing off his yellow BOYTOY underwear.  Girls were still giggling and pointing.  Brandon’s athletic but baby fat covered curved body was so cute that it just drove girls crazy.

Being a fresh millionaire I wouldn’t trade places with him, but just for a moment watching the hot shirtless kid stroll out of the mall like he owned the world, it was tempting.  

The End

Does Brandon come back for more?

Will Brandon exhibit his cute body in the mall again?

Will the mean mall cop rough up the adorable shirtless base runner?

What other situations will the happy, go-lucky but dimwitted Brandon get himself into?

Stay Tuned?

Look out for “Brandon Part 2- Shirt or Squirt?”

I would enjoy hearing from readers about what you liked and if you have any requests to work into the stories.  Let me know I’ll see what I can do.    

Porthos The Pornographic Pirate