Get the store clerk's attention
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Current revision as of 20:53, 4 July 2015
Putting on your best smile you approach the handsome clerk. You can practically feel your mouth watering and you can definitely feel the chub beginning in your crotch.
"Hey could I get some help?" you ask politely. "I usually come shopping with someone to tell me if what I try on looks good."
"Yeah, no problem!" the guy beams back.
He meanders around the store with you for the next thirty minutes, helping you pick out some clothes, advising things like: "Try this shirt, the sleeves will cling to your biceps more," or, "These pants would make your butt look a lot better." As you went around the store you saw the Hawaiian boy, looking rather disgruntled, leave the store.
The two of you walk towards the back where the fitting rooms are located, getting away from the other customers and the pulsing of the indie-electronic music playing over the speakers. The person manning the changing rooms must have gone on break or something, because the desk is empty. The store clerk leads you into the hall and finds an empty room at the end. As you walk in you add, "I forgot! I need new underwear too!"
"No problem. You start trying on your clothes and I'll go pick some out for you. Show me what kind you wear."
You smile sheepishly and momentarily break his gaze, "I um...I'm not wearing any right now."
He grins back and gives a little chuckle. "Well here," he says, hands going to his crotch. His biceps flex and twitch as he pops the button on his slacks and quickly pulls the zip. "I wear these," he says, exposing his big bulge to your hungry eyes. In front of you, his light blue briefs, filled with his thick cock, hang out of his slacks. A few wiry hairs crawl out of the waistband, between his cut v-line, and stick out the legs of his underwear, darkening his inner thighs. "Do you think you'd wear something like this?"
Your mouth feels dry but eventually you find your words, "I...I um...I...I guess."
"Cool," he smiles zipping his pants back up and turning to go grab some underwear from the main store.
Once he returns he hands you two pairs of briefs that look almost identical to his. He makes no move to leave you alone so you drop your shorts.
"Woah!" he remarks. You meet his gaze, worried that you freaked him out. Instead you see him grinning, as he compliment, "Nice cock! How big is it?"
"Thanks," you grin back a bit embarrassed, "Ten inches hard." Pulling on one of the pair, you look in the mirror to see how they look. They're alright, but they don't look as great on you as they do on him.
"I don't know. They don't really...do it for me," you tell him.
"Well that's because you aren't wearing them quite right," he says. He shuffles into the small room beside you and undoes his slacks again, letting them fall around his ankles. Your eyes are immediately glued to his bulge as he comes up behind you.
"You've just got to readjust yourself a bit," he says. He pulls them up in the back, to show off your ass and grins at his work. He pulls them lower in the front to expose more of your treasure trail. "Now just adjust your package to fill the pouch."
You try to position yourself in such a way that your bulge looks like his but you can't get it quite right. He steps up closer and reaches his hands around you. "Here," he says reaching into your briefs, "Let me." His big hand reaches under your balls and pulls them forwards, using them to push out your cock. Your softie from his touches helps to fill the pouch too. You stand side by side and compare your bulges, not able to see much difference, even in size.
You notice his eyes haven't left your crotch since you put the briefs on. You catch his gaze briefly, seeing his mouth stretch into a wide grin. He slowly begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing a smooth, milky chest freckled with moles. His muscular pecs sport two pink nipples that stand out at attention and his stomach ripples with six sexy abs.
"Well," he starts, letting his thin shirt fall onto the carpet and closing the door. "I...am twelve..inches...thick," he finishes. You absentmindedly lick your lips and gulp audibly. He looks into your eyes lustfully and bites his lip, letting one of his hands drift down and grab his big juicy cock.
So...what now?
