Brandon

Brandon Part 2- Shirt or Squirt?

(If you have not read Brandon Part 1, it will make more sense if you do. Part two may seem like a repeat of part one but keep reading. I tend to right kind of outrageous over the top almost comic book style of erotic events. My stories tend to be a mix of really outlandish erotic things happening in or near public or very normal settings.)

I know how childish is was to be so excited but I could not wait for 10 am to roll around to see if the BOYTOY Baseball player, 18 year old Brandon, would be back for another attempt to get a dress shirt. The day before, the boyishly cute athlete had put on a massive sperm squirting display in the fitting room of the Men’s store I managed in the mall. The goofy and somewhat dimwitted and uncharacteristically timid exhibitionist had cranked off 51 big white gooey wads all over the floor to ceiling mirrors in the fitting room. The mixture of Brandon’s dimwittedness, shyness and exhibitionist tendencies had really attracted me to the clearly nice, recent high school grad. Brandon’s exhibitionism made him want to get into positions that in turn made him wildly horny but then his shyness would come out and make him even more jazzed up emotionally which in turn would make him even more horny. Once he kind of fell into this situation the kid was nearly helpless to it.

I didn’t have to worry much because at just after 9:30 the very blond, green eyed, kid bounded into the store with a sheepish grin. He was in his customary tight tee and saggy blue jeans showing off another pair of his BOYTOY underwear. I smiled broadly and motioned him back to the fitting room and closed the door behind us. Brandon wasted no time stripping down to his BOYTOY underwear, this pair baby blue cotton briefs with a huge white elastic waist band with BOYTOY in big dark blue letters all the way around. He was already hard with anticipation. I laughed at the new pair of BOYTOY underwear and Brandon smiled pretending to model them for me. His penis was up against his body and already snaking up into the big wide elastic waist band, threatening to pop out. I reached in and pulled the sides of his BOYTOY underwear down to the level of the front. As I did the waist band raked across the head of his fat penis and it flared wildly and popped up out of the underwear. Brandon moaned wildly, again fighting to keep his voice down. The penis began to leak pre-cum and Brandon was embarrassed.

“Man I can’t believe this thing!” said Brandon. “I was going to try to keep control of it till we got the shirt and then squirt! I was doing ok till I got into the mall and started thinking about squirting in front of you and the thing swelled up like a hot air balloon. It’s worse than yesterday! HI! I’m Brandon. I’m life support for a penis!”

I died laughing and so did Brandon. I could not help but love this kid on a deeply personal level, he was just the right amount of sincerity, coolness, go lucky fun and kindness that made him ultra-compelling as a person. Brandon dropped his BOYTOY Underwear to his feet and then kicked them across the room where they landed perfectly on a rack to hang cloths. I laughed wildly and put my arms around him from behind and gave him a hug. “I whispered in his ear, “Go Brandon Go!! Go Brandon Go!!.” He exploded and started squirting huge gooey wads of sperm onto the mirror just like the day before. His voice was trembling as he explained that is what the crowd would sometimes shout urging him to steal a base. I told Brandon to close his eyes and imagine he was on the pitcher’s mound naked stroking his penis with all those people chanting Go Brandon Go! Brandon exploded even harder and continued to fire sperm onto the mirror. I chanted “Go Brandon Go” into his ear as his exhibitionist fetish worked on him as he imagined himself on the high school baseball field jacking off while the crowd chanted Go Brandon Go. Brandon squirted out 23 huge wads before stopping. He was panting and sweating hard. I gave him a minute before reaching up with both hands and pinching both nipples. Brandon jumped and cried out “NIPS!!” as he started to squirt again. It was so adorable how Brandon would cry out the name his sensitive body parts that I was messing with and then squirt in response. Brandon fired 11 more wads of sperm in response to my nipple attack. I let him get a few deep breaths before giving both butt cheeks a firm rub. Brandon did not disappoint, crying out “Bubble Butt” and then squirting some more. Brandon had that teen boy bubble butt thing going big time but again the soft layer of baby fat that tended to layer all of Brandon’s prominent body parts made the butt softer and more fun to rub and squeeze. After he stopped squirting again, I assaulted the top of his Butt Crack with my finger and he cried out “Butt Crack” and cranked off 8 more wads of sperm. I reached up and messaged the nerves behind his ears and Brandon moaned wildly and shivered. He again cranked off more wads of sperm, over 15 this time. I made a mental note as he sagged back against me and was really enjoying having the nerves behind his ears rubbed. When he finished up, I ran my hands down his sides and rubbed up and down on both sides of his rib cage. “Spare Ribs” Brandon shouted and cranked of 5 more wads. I fought not to laugh wildly. His hyper sensitive body and chanting out silly names about his body parts was so adorable I could not stand it. I prepared to rub Brandon’s love handles but was momentarily mesmerized by the river of sweat running down Brandon’s back, funneling into his small of the back and into his Butt Crack. I gave him a firm rub of his lower back before fingering his sweaty Butt Crack. Brandon shouted out “Sweaty Crack” and fired more sperm. I decided to really tax Brandon and stopped giving him short breaks between attacks on his sensitive body parts. I went to work on his love handles and Brandon shouted “Love Handles” and began to squirt more. Brandon swayed back and forth as he was really taxing himself. Sweat was pouring down his body. Brandon had already squirted more wads of sperm than yesterday and he was really sweating wildly. I asked him if he needed to go to his knees and he did and then sat back and laid flat on his back. I gave Brandon a nice rub of his soft meaty belly and he cried out “Belly Rub” and cranked off more wads of sperm. These wads of sperm went straight up into the air and came back for a splattering landing on Brandon’s body. He was quickly becoming a sweaty cum soaked BOY TOY. I rubbed the sperm all over his body and he fired 12 more wads of sperm. I pressed the issue, right after he stopped squirting his 12 wads I pushed all the sperm into his big deep belly button. Brandon stammered out “Belly Button!” and fired 15 more wads of sperm. I giggled again as Brandon continued to chant the name of the body parts that I was messing with before going into a sperm squirting session. I could not believe how much sperm the kid could squirt out. He was a cum bunny. Before poor Brandon could recover I stuck my finger into Brandon’s big belly button and stirred the sperm. Brandon’s body jumped and he cried out “BELLY BUTTON!!” really loud and fired another 18 wads of sperm. I was more worried about Brandon’s loud yell than the impressive squirting he was doing. I looked back at the monitor to see no one was in the store or even walking by outside in the mall. I felt fairly safe that no one had heard. I told him it was getting too loud and we needed to stop. A sex scandal was the last thing I needed at this point in my career. Brandon nodded in agreement and continued to pant wildly. I got him a whole roll of paper towels to clean up with and went back out front.

After about 10 minutes and a quick well timed customer, I went back into the stock room to find Brandon cleaning himself in the bathroom sink. Watching his cute bubble butt flex and twist as he cleaned himself was another great reward. “I can’t believe how much you can squirt over and over like that! Do you ever dry fire?”

“What’s that?” asked Brandon with a sheepish look. I still, to this day, do not know if he was joking.

“I’ve got to get you over at my house to see what you can really do!” I said. To my surprise Brandon asked when I was off next. Like most managers I tried not to work weekends and had a good weekend crew so I was off Saturday and Sunday.

“Ten tomorrow then?” asked Brandon.

“I’m really looking forward to it!” I said, giving him my address and cell number. Brandon pulled on his blue and white BOYTOY briefs stuffing the fat hard penis down into them.

“You need any help with that?” I asked fighting back a laugh.

“NO!!” said Brandon putting up his hands in a panic. “I’m going to try to get out of this mall without spooging up my BOYTOY’s,” explained Brandon laughing too.

“I think you should walk out of the mall shirtless again,” I suggested.

“No way! I don’t think I would make it,” said Brandon.

“You did it yesterday?” I said, taunting him.

“Well, today I’m still packing massive cream so---“ he said.

I laughed wildly. It was the way he said it and so sincere about it too. “Come on Brandon, you can do it! And, I have a gift for you if you go get a slurpy drink at the soda shop and come back, I have your dress shirt for you.”

“We didn’t find one that fit?” asked Brandon.

“I knew which one you needed when you walked in here yesterday,” I said.

“You total dog!” he said laughing. “How much is it?”

“I prefer the term Alpha Dog,” I said drawing more laughter. “It will cost you a trip and back to the soda shop without your shirt. I could see Brandon’s fat penis surging inside his white cotton briefs and could tell his exhibitionist streak was getting to him yet again. Brandon agreed and left the bathroom. “Oh, one more thing for you to deal with,” I said. I reached out and rubbed his soft belly. Brandon shivered and stammered out “Belly Rub” as he fought to hold back. Then Brandon grunted and two big wads of sperm splattered onto the inside of the baby blue BOYTOY Underwear. His soft super cute belly was really sensitive. Brandon looked dejected. We walked to the corner of the stock room used as a fitting room to collect his jeans and Nikes. I watched as his fat cock head waggled back and forth against his sperm covered underwear. It was really driving him crazy. I loved seeing him cope with all of this. He pulled on his jeans and Nikes. I took his tee shirt and his dress shirt up front. He followed along trying not to slosh his fat sensitive penis back and forth in his cum covered cotton briefs. I tucked the tee in his back pocket pulling the jeans down so his bright white BOYTOY Underwear band with the dark blue BOYTOY all around it showed.

I walked Brandon out of the store and into the mall--- coming face to face with Bob the mall cop! “Freeze in the name of Mall Security!!!” he screamed totally serious, startling both me and Brandon.

“OH—For the love of God!!” I said to him. “Are you serious?”

“Yes sir! He’s flaunting my sworn authority!” he said without a touch of humor.

“You mean flouting your authority, if he was flaunting it he would be praising your authority,” I corrected the poor man for the sake of his educational formation. He then looked at me confused. I continued. “Have you found this money beggar vagabond?”

“Well, I patrolled for him but he alluded me,” he said somewhat ashamed.

“Well I suggest you focus on that serious peril to our mall’s tranquility by finding this idiot who is accosting the citizens you are sworn to protect, than spend time harassing his poor little child,” I continued in a chastising manor. It probably didn’t help that Brandon was making faces at the mall cop over my shoulder.

“THERE HE IS!!!” I cried out, pointing behind the Mall Cop down toward the lower level. “He’s in here right now while you pick on this poor infant! I’m so humiliated for you Bob!” The fat Mall Cop ran to the nearest stairs and stumbled down to the lower level in his vain search for the none existent suspect. I turned to find Brandon on the floor laughing wildly. His soft belly was quivering as he laughed. Everything about Brandon was adorable. As Brandon pulled his beautiful body off the floor, his loose fitting jeans sagged even more on his waist showing off his BOYTOY Underwear even more. They baby blue cotton part under the waist band was showing too. I encouraged him to go get his slurpy and return while Bob the Mall Cop was busy. Brandon moved to the stairs and upon reaching the lower level food court area was stopped by two girls. I watched with amusement as one of them patted him on his side and the other tugged at the big white elastic underwear band. Brandon seemed to shiver and I was sure he cranked off several more wads of sperm. I would have given big money to hear his voice crack as he squirted in into his BoyToy Underwear while talking to the girls in the middle of the mall. I wondered if he could keep his train of thought. As he walked away from them, I could tell he was really trying not to waggle his penis back and forth. As he stood at the fountain for his drink, another customer came into the store. She was picking up an altered suit for her husband. It went quickly and she was gone when Brandon arrived back with his big slurpy drink. He offered the massive slurpy drink to me with both hands, like a little kid feeling good about sharing. Everything about this boytoy made me love him all the more. I took a big slurp to show we were palls and he smile broadly receiving the message as only teen guys could.

I squirted 4 more times down there,” he admitted. “I’ve got to use your bathroom to clean some of this out before I go out to my car.”

“I don’t think so Brandon,” I said smiling.

“Oh man don’t do this to me,” he pleaded. “You know about my fetish and I’m loaded, cocked and ready to rock!”

“If you go out into the mall and make a complete circuit of this level and come back to the store, I will think about it,” I said. Brandon’s eyes got big as he thought about going back out into the mall with all that sperm sloshing around in his crotch. His fat penis surged again and his cute soft tan belly pumped in and out hard a few times as the shock and sexual thrill poured into him. Brandon looked out into the mall and back at me and smiled.

“Ok but if that big Mall Cop shows up and starts beating me with his night stick, you come out and help me!” he said only half joking.

“I wouldn’t let him harm a hair on your cute blond head,” I said laughing. Brandon smiled and then gave a shy waggle of his body that I found totally adorable. He headed off into the mall still shirtless. I watched as he walked all the way around the main 2nd level hallway. He was directly across the open atrium area in the center of the mall from my store when two guy friends stopped him. I laughed as Brandon now had to stand there and converse with his two friends while trying to hang on and not squirt anymore sperm into his soaked BOYTOY Underwear. One of the guys pinched the big elastic band of Brandon’s BOYTOY Underwear and Brandon jumped. I knew he squirted for sure there. Brandon suffered through a few more minutes of talk with the guys. As the conversation ended, one of the guys patted Brandon on the side of his belly almost messaging the prominent meaty love handle . Brandon shivered and the guy smiled at Brandon, clearly aware of his sensitivity. Brandon continued his walk around the other end of the 2nd level and made it back to my store. He came right back to the counter, sweating badly. His cute belly was pumping in and out hard. He was really worked up. I took him to the rear area of the stockroom. I showed him the main hallway behind the stores that allowed for staff access and stock to be brought in. It was a wide barren grey cinderblock hallway that was rarely used this time of day by anyone. I offered the use of the store bathroom.

“No, my car is right across from this door so, I’ll just make a run, or waddle for it,” said Brandon. “I’ll punish myself for being so pathetic,”.

“You’re not pathetic Brandon, you adorable!” I said rubbing his upper back again. He gave me a big smile and another shy waggle of his body.

“Ok, one last rub before I make my escape,” said Brandon holding his hands out away from his body expecting another rub of his cute belly. I did rub his belly and he stammered out “Belly Rub” and fired another 3 wads of sperm into his soaked crotch. But I didn’t leave it there and finished my belly rub with a fingering of his deep super sensitive belly button. Brandon jumped and shouted “Belly Button!!” and fired out 6 fat wads of sperm. I laughed and told him I could not resist. There was now a big wet spot on the front of Brandon’s jeans. He turned and started to stagger off down the hall in the wrong direction. I thought about letting him go but I felt he was becoming too clouded by sexual stimulation that he might do something really stupid. I called him back and pointed to the door at the other end of the hall. He looked down in shame and again waggled his upper body back and forth. I patted him on his blond head and said I would see him tomorrow morning at my house. He smiled and waddled off down the hall. Brandon’s jeans had sagged wildly down on his waist and much of his baby blue cotton BoyToy Underwear was showing. The back of the white elastic waist band had sagged down to the top of his butt crack. Sweat was pouring off the kid and I was glad he was making his escape. The store buzzer sounded. Someone had walked in from the mall. I closed the door and locked it before moving off to tend to the customer, another rich women, this time buying for her two sons. She spent enough to make my stores daily quota. It was a great day.

Brandon wandered down the long hallway, the sweat pouring off his already taxed body in the un-air-conditioned space. The end of the hallway had several doors, one of which went outside to the parkinglot and another that went back out to the main hallway of the mall’s 2nd level. He paused at the big oversized metal door to the outside, his hand resting on the push bar. He knew the door would lock as it closed and wanted to look outside with the door open so he could duck back in if there were a lot of people between him and his car. He took a deep breath and opened the door and stood in the threshold looking out. There was no one in the parking lot and he started to walk away from the door he was holding open. Suddenly, he felt a big hand reach into the back of his wildly sagging jeans and BoyToy Underwear, and yank him back into the hallway. Brandon yelped out “But Crack” as he was unceremoniously drug back into the building while squirting 3 more wads of sperm into his filled crotch. Brandon was shoved up against the cinderblock wall by Bob the Mall Cop. Brandon shivered and cranked off 5 for fat wads of sperm as the big mean Mall Cop stood in front of his shivering shirtless body. Brandon’s exhibitionist fetish flaired like never before and combined with the wicked fear of the domination that was happening to him, poured hormones into his cute body making him want to squirt some more. Brandon’s mind raced. He was standing in the back halls of the mall with a big mean authority figure standing before him. Brandon was shirtless with his jeans sagging showing off what in this situation were humiliating BOYTOY Underwear which inturn were loaded with sperm. Before he could recover from the shock and sperm, the Mall Cop grabbed Brandon’s nipple and twisted holding Brandon back against the wall. Brandon cried out “Nip!” and squirted 7 more wads of sperm. There where now thick streaks of white sperm running down the front of Brandon’s BoyToy Underwear and down the front of his blue jeans.

His mind reeling and his fetishes pumping hormones into his cute boytoy body, Brandon desperately tried to play it off. “Hey, Paul Blart Mall Cop, ease up on the teen boy nipple ok!” Bob, the Mall Cop was not impressed and twisted Brandon’s sensitive nipple harder. Brandon yelped and cried out “NIP!! NIP!! NIP!!” squirting even more sperm into his soaked underwear and blue jeans.

“You should show me some respect BOYTOY!” demanded Bob. Bob pulled his night stick out of his belt and shoved the end of it into Brandon’s soft palpitating belly right above his fat deep belly button. Brandon jiggled wildly as the stick nearly entered his big deep hyper- sanative belly button. Brandon cried out “Belly Button!!!” and his fat penis popped up out of his BoyToy Underwear and he started squirting wads of sperm up onto his chest and belly. Brandon was completely overcome with humiliation and it poured hormones into his body making him want to squirt like crazy. Brandon spermed and spermed, squirting out over 22 wads of sperm, soaking his upper body. Bob the Mall Cop was as happy as he had ever been in his entire life. The goofy, cute, boytoy jock that was laughing at him a few minutes ago was now humiliating himself into the ground right in front of him and it got even better as poor frightened and humiliated Brandon began to beg.

“Please Sir, I’m sorry!!” begged Brandon, completely sincere.

With Brandon reeling from a massive fetish, humiliation and orgasmic attack right in front of him, Bob placed his night stick back in his belt and reached out and unbuttoned Brandon’s button fly jeans. The jeans’ already sagging wildly on the crown of Brandon’s bubble butt, fell to his ankles. Bob toyed with the big elastic waist band of Brandon’s BoyToy Underwear. Brandon jiggled wildly and cried out “BoyToys!! BoyToys!!” and began to sperm again. Brandon cranked off another 8 wads of sperm. His entire upper body was dripping with gooey sperm. As soon as Brandon stopped, Bob reached out and fingered Brandon’s fat penis wildly. Brandon cried out “PENIS!!!” and began to sperm out of control. Bob stroked away at Brandon’s fat super soaker penis and got him to fire over 35 more wads of sperm. Brandon was sagging wildly on the wall and panting like a dog. Brandon began to beg Bob the Mall Cop.

“Please sir!!, don’t tell anyone about this!! I’m begging you!! Please, I’ll do anything!

The mean Mall Cop took out his phone and snapped a few pictures of the cum covered Boytoy. He then turned on the video recorder on his phone and fingered Brandon’s poor helpless penis. Brandon exploded again while crying out “PENIS!!”. It was way way way to much for the Boytoy Teen. He stood there in the back area of the mall in his home town, in his sperm soaked BOYTOY Underwear with his big fat hard super soaker penis sticking up and out of the underwear, held out in front of his body, as if on display, by the BOYTOY Underwear all the while he was being filmed by a major enemy. Brandon lost it as the most wicked flow of hormones his fetish laden body had even felt poured into him. Huge huge wads of sperm spewed upward as the Mall Cop stroked away. Brandon began to chant helplessly, “STROKE!! SQUIRT!! STROKE!! SQUIRT!!” as Bob stroked. Bob fell into a mesmerizing stroke and Brandon’s chants did as well. After squirting a savage 95 wads of sperm Brandon finally managed to stop. Sagging wildly on the wall, sweat and sperm soaking his body, his soft cute belly pumping wildly in and out and his head bobbling, Brandon started a new chant, “BOYTOY BEGS!!! BOYTOY BEGS!! BOYTOY BEGS!!! BOYTOY BEGS!!” Bob finally stopped filming. He then told Brandon to come by the security office Monday at 10am to talk everything over. He then used his hand like a squeegee to rake all the sperm on Brandon’s upper body into his underwear, front and back. Brandon moaned wildly and stuffed his fat penis back in the BoyToy Underwear. Bob helped Brandon pull his jeans up and button them. He then opened the door and let Brandon stumble to his car. Brandon sat for a few minutes to catch his breath and then drove home.

Will Brandon keep his meeting at my house?

How many girl and guy friends of Brandon know about his sensitive body and are just waiting to toy with the Boytoy?

Will the big mean Mall Cop have his evil way with poor hyper sensitive Brandon at their Monday meeting? Or will he post the pictures of Brandon’s sperm covered body all over the internet and destroy the poor kid?

How many people can Brandon perform for before even his super soaker penis gives out?

Stay Tuned!

Brandon will return in Brandon Part 3: House Boytoy

Constructive comments and suggestions welcome.

Hey guys what other types of stores in the mall would it be fun to see Brandon get into trouble in?