I thought it was going to be another typical day in August, working as a salesperson in the men's clothing section of a major up-scale department store in Seattle. The store had been open for the day for only a few minutes and I was re-folding a table filled with the latest style of baggy trousers. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of two people, and I turned to greet them. "Hello, may I help you?" Only then did I realize what stood before me: a young, blue-eyed lad with short blond hair who couldn't have been a day over eighteen and an older woman, probably his mother. My heart skipped beat — it was not going to be a typical day!
"Yes," the lady answered somewhat abruptly. "My son Eric needs some new clothing, and I'd like you to help him." She reached into her purse and pulled out a plastic card, handing it to me. "Here's my credit card; I have some other shopping to do and will be back in about an hour." Then she turned to Eric and patted him on the cheek. "Get what you want, darling. See you in a while." Then, as abruptly as she spoke, she wheeled around and strode off toward the mall entrance, leaving us alone.
I glanced quickly at Eric. His slightly red cheeks told me he was obviously embarrassed by this whole scene, and his awkwardness made him even more attractive to me. Standing about five-foot ten, Eric was of slender build and very fair-skinned —just type that made my shorts wet. He wore a pullover polo shirt, faded Levis, which looked about a size too small, and Nikes. "Well, Eric, you have quite a mother." He laughed nervously. "Yes, she is a character, isn't she." "I'd say so," I replied, extending my hand. "My name's Jon." He shook my hand and lingered just a slight moment before letting it go — a good sign. "Tell me what you need, and we'll get you all fixed up."
Eric smiled again, getting over his embarrassment. He had a magnificent smile, and I was captivated by it. I hoped beyond hope that he was gay. "Well, we just moved here from Los Angeles, and I need some things that are stylish for Seattle, but warm!" He hugged himself and shivered a little, obviously not yet accustomed to the different climate of the Pacific Northwest. I dared a little and put my arm around his shoulder, leading him to the young men's section. He didn't pull away from me at all and looked intently at me while we wandered across the aisle and I explained what we had to offer. The warmth of his shoulders against my arm and the delicate odor of his after shave started my furnace and I could feel my cock leaking.
After a few minutes we had picked out several different things for him to try on. During our conversation I found out that he was indeed eighteen and was planning to attend the University of Washington when fall semester began next month. "Go find an open dressing room, Eric, and I'll bring these clothes in for you to try on." As he walked away, I admired how his ass filled his too-tight jeans and wiggled back and forth as he walked. I hoped he would feel comfortable having me in the room while he tried on the clothing and looked forward to seeing him partially undressed.
When I arrived and opened the dressing room door, I almost dropped the load of clothes I carried. There stood Eric wearing only a jock strap and white athletic socks, his shirt and pants tossed untidily over the chair in the small room. I tried to hide my surprise, but he was even more stunningly handsome without most of his clothing on. His perfectly hairless chest led to a slender but not well-defined stomach with just a touch of boy fat around his waist. His legs were delicate and covered by that same soft blond fuzz, and they met behind the webbing of that jockstrap, toward the bottom of which was a noticeable wet spot. "Well," I said, trying to hide my delight and hoping that my rod wouldn't stiffen too much in the presence of this young god, "what do you want to try on first?"
He tried on several pairs of pants, chatting all the while about Los Angeles and how glad he was to be out of there. Watching him pulling on and taking off pants was both torture and pleasure, especially the tighter fitting jeans when he had to stuff himself into the crotch before buttoning. "Do you like any of them?" I asked. "Sure," he replied, taking off the last pair of Levis he had tried on. "But they all seem a little tight in the butt." He looked me straight in the eyes while he said this, and I could have sworn I saw him wink.
While folding the Levis they slipped out of his hands, and he turned away from me and bent over to pick them up. His beautiful ass cheeks stuck out from the elastic straps of his athletic supporter and, as he leaned down, parted to expose a gorgeous pink crack in the center of which rested a small, puckered rosebud. I longed to reach out and run my finger over it but restrained myself.
"I don't know," he said as he handed the jeans to me, "sometimes I think my ass is too big." He turned away again, putting both hands on his cheeks and kneading them. "Do you think so, Jon?" he asked, turning his blond head over his shoulder so he could see me. In the moment I hesitated before responding, he pulled his cheeks apart to expose his beautiful joy hole once again. Was he doing this deliberately? I thought. Hello, what a stupid question! How many guys spread their cheeks for you by accident?
"Perhaps," I answered, trying to be safely coy. I didn't want to move too fast and scare him off — even if he was flirting. "Frankly, I think most young men's pants are purposely cut tight in the ass and crotch to show off the wearer's physique. That makes them feel a little tight and could lead to believe that you have a big ass when you don't." Eric laughed. "Good non-answer," he chuckled. "But I'm serious. I've never had anyone to ask before and I really want to know — do you think my ass is big?" I sucked in my breath. If this wasn't a come one, I didn't know what was. I decided to go for it. No use letting a good thing get away.
"I can't really tell, Eric. Your jock kind of gets in the way." He smiled a coy little smile. "That's easily remedied," he replied and quickly pulled his supporter down. As the elastic band cleared the hurdle of his bulging young manhood it fell to the floor and he stepped out of it. Putting his hands on his hips, he faced me. "There. No more problem. Now, answer my question," he said, throwing his head back and flaring his nostrils.
I was so hot I could hardly stand up. In front of me dangled the most perfectly shaped penis I had ever seen on a guy, backed up by two large, soft balls in a sack which framed it beautifully. His genitals were perfectly smooth; there was not any hair to be found anywhere near them. Without his pubic hair he looked much younger than his eighteen years. "Well," I stuttered, "I guess I'd have to say 'No.' Of course, I like a good ass," I added, wondering where this would lead.
He turned to look at himself in the full-length mirror. Wearing only his white socks, his body radiated warmth and sexuality. "Jon," he whispered, rubbing his hands up and down his stomach, "do you think I'm handsome?" Handsome? I wanted to scream. God, I’d fuck you in a minute!
I couldn't resist myself and stepped up behind him. Putting my arms around his waist, I pulled him back against me, feeling his ass cheeks push into my expanding crotch. Slowly I moved my hands up his hairless chest until they cupped his nipples. "Yes, Eric. You're incredibly handsome." He smiled but said nothing. He reached over his blond head and put his hands behind my head, pulling my face down to his neck. I kissed him gently. "And I'm getting really turned on," I sighed.
As I licked his neck, my right hand fell to his crotch where I cupped his young manhood in my palm. His skin was smooth and supple; obviously, he hadn’t grown hair there for some time and he kept it off chemically. "My parents are going to be gone tonight," he whispered, running his hands through my hair. "Would you like to come over and spend the night?" "On one condition," I moaned, feeling my rod straining to break free of its white cotton prison. "What's that?" he moaned as I squeezed his balls. "That you promise to save every drop of cum these guys have until I get there to take it out of you." He laughed as he pulled out of my embrace and sunk to his knees. "I promise," he said as he enveloped my prominent bulge with his hands. "I can't wait to see this," he sighed, "and feel it deep inside me."
I watched him get dressed, carefully tucking his jewels into the cup of his jock. We took the clothes he had tried on to the register, and I rang up the sale. As his mother came up, he finished writing his address on the back of one of my cards. "Be there at seven," he whispered.
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After work I rushed home to get ready for my "date." As I showered it was all I could do not to jack off at the thought of Eric's beautiful ass waiting for me to plunge deep inside it.
As I drove to the address he gave me, I realized he lived in a very up-scale Seattle neighborhood. I arrived at his house promptly at seven o'clock — and what a house it was. A mansion, really — at least compared to what I was used to. Eric answered the door within seconds after the bell rang. "Hi, come on in," he smiled. It was a gorgeous home; obviously, his parents had money. Eric was wearing a tattered T-shirt and sweatpants, socks but no shoes. I could see the lines of his jockey shorts underneath the pants, and his cock made a delicate bulge in the front as it swung freely back and forth inside the cup of his shorts.
He grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom. No time for social preliminaries; we were both as hot as rockets and just as eager to begin shooting. Eric pulled me into his bedroom, a large room with a queen-sized bed in the center. "I kept my promise, Jon," he whispered as he began unbuttoning my shirt. "I have a full load just for you." Quickly he removed my clothing until I stood naked before him. He stepped back to take me all in. "Jesus," he muttered, "you're incredible!" My ten-inch cock was already at half-mast, waving toward him. Lust overtook me and I grabbed his T-shirt by the neck, ripping it open and pulling it away from him. With one swift motion I pulled open the drawstring of his sweatpants, and they fell to the floor. Leading him over to the bed, I pushed him down and stood over him, now fully erect.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, fondling myself. Eric writhed on top of the bed, his pole straining inside of his jockey shorts. "Fuck me, Jon," he moaned as he rubbed his crotch. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!" I shouted and jumped onto the bed beside him.
"You'll be the first, Jon," he replied. "What?" I asked, incredulously. "You'll be the first one, Jon. I'm a virgin." I laughed aloud. "You sure as hell didn't act like one in the store today, Eric; and you're not acting like one now."
"And how's a virgin supposed to act?" he said indignantly, propping himself up on his elbow. "You made me hot and I wanted you, Jon. I'm tired of being a virgin!"
"But how did you know I was gay?"
"I didn't. But I took a chance. I figured that if I took off my clothes and let you see me naked, I'd be able to tell. And when you walked into the dressing room and saw me in nothing but my jock and socks, I saw in your eyes that you wanted me. If you hadn't, then you wouldn’t have stuck around."
"For an inexperienced eighteen-year-old, you're quite a flirt," I chuckled. "Enough said," he replied as he straddled me, sitting on my belly.
He leaned down and our lips met. Our tongues began exploring each other's mouths and I felt his ass slide down my torso until it stopped against my ten-inch erection. The crotch of his shorts could barely hold his hardened meat, and it pressed against my stomach, begging for attention. I slipped my hands beneath the elastic and squeezed his ass cheeks. Slowly my finger worked its way between them and found his hot hole. As I probed it, I felt him shudder with delight. He began pulling his shorts off, freeing himself for me. As the white cloth moved toward his knees, I rolled him onto his back, and my tongue began to move down his chest. I sucked his nipples, then tickled his belly button. Arriving at that hairless crotch I took each beautiful ball into my mouth and rolled it around. By now he was fully erect, and I pulled back to see his tower of flesh awaiting my assault. It must have been about seven inches, slender with a well-defined head. Quickly I put my lips around it and dropped my face onto it. My nose reached the smooth skin of his crotch I felt him quivering in the back of my throat. As I licked his shaft, I caressed his balls, as if to squeeze his love juice out of them and into my hungry mouth.
Within seconds his body shuddered, and his juice began to shoot into my mouth. I milked him with my lips until he had finished pumping. "God that felt good," he exclaimed. "I never knew a blow job felt so good." Without saying a word, I turned him over and spread his ass cheeks, burying my face in that warm crack. My saliva flowed like a fountain as I moistened him for my impending assault. I felt his hole relax as my tongue probed it, assessing its secrets, lubricating it. Then I turned him over again. Grabbing the pillows, I pushed them under the small of his back and lifted his legs around my neck. Spitting into my hand, I rubbed my own throbbing shaft and readied it for the paradise I had promised all afternoon.
Positioning my hot rod against his hole, I gently pushed. He relaxed and, to my surprise, I easily slipped inside of him. For a virgin he had an easy passage to navigate. He quickly inhaled as I entered him and began to breath in short gasps as I fucked. In and out, in and out, I set up a rhythm and kept it up, methodically pumping his tight ass. Soon he was hard again and began caressing himself. Holding his legs tightly onto my shoulders, I pushed and pulled, pushed and pulled, my balls slapping against the cheeks of his soft ass as I penetrated ten inches into him, my cock head almost emerging from its warm, moist haven as I pulled back. In and out, in and out.
Watching Eric's young face and cock while I fucked him added to my excitement. Here was a boy as hot as he could get without exploding. His ecstasy enhanced mine as his hand moved quickly up and down his rod in a frenzy of masturbation. Then he came, that precious white fluid once again gushing out of the tip of his magnificent cock. It spurted up toward the ceiling, then fell, splashing against his stomach into a pool of desire. His pumping caused his anus to squeeze me and triggered my own orgasm. I thrust as deeply as I could and felt my balls shoot their load deep into his gut. "Christ, I can feel your cum rushing out of your cock," he cried out, and I pumped even harder.
As my orgasm waned, I lowered his legs and rubbed his pool of love juice over his chest. Spent of its fury, my cock shriveled and slipped out of him. I crawled up on top of him, and we began to kiss again, our chests rubbing against each other with the lubrication of his jism between us. Incredibly, he began to grow hard again! I remembered when I was eighteen, how I could stay hard all night and come five or six times in a sitting. Christ, to be that young and hot again!
"Turn over," Eric whispered. "I want to fuck you." I obliged, amused at his enthusiastic insistence. Lying on my stomach, he crawled on top of me. I felt his finger searching for my hole. Once found, he positioned his cock and pushed. Still wet from his own cum, which he had used to lubricate himself, it slipped easily into my experienced hole. He slipped his arms under mine and began humping me furiously, the passion of his youth filling my warm ass with love. As his stomach rose away from my back, the mixture of sweat and sperm made a popping sound, and I felt his warm crotch crush into my ass cheeks just before his balls slapped against them.
Eric began to grunt with each thrust in an almost animalistic fashion. I found his passion quite exciting and, incredibly, I felt myself growing hard again. It had been years since I had been able to get it up again so quickly, especially after having spent myself so furiously in a virgin ass. But his youthful eighteen-year-old lust engulfed me with a fire storm of passion, and as he humped me, I began to fuck the sheets below me. Soon he cried out in delight and collapsed on top of me. I felt that familiar pumping inside of me as he emptied his third load of the evening. Almost instinctively he stopped his thrusting motion and began to grind in a circular pattern, enhancing the ecstasy he was feeling.
Satiated, he withdrew and collapsed beside me. Quickly I turned over and began to masturbate myself. Before I could cum, however, Eric pulled my hand away. "I want this load," he whispered, and began to suck. For someone who had never done this before, he was incredibly good at it. And soon the warm cavity of his mouth received its reward as I spilled my load.
After a few minutes of silence, he took my hand and we walked, naked, down to the kitchen where he opened the door of the refrigerator. He was ravenous, and so was I. "Eric," I muttered between bites, "I can't remember when I've had such great sex." "I can't either, Jon," he laughed. "Your ass and mouth do a much better job than my hand!" I laughed with him and hugged him, feeling the warmth of his nakedness against my cool skin. "I'm glad you lost your virginity with me, Eric. Welcome to Seattle!"
