I ran in to pay for the gas i had just pumped into my car and gave my visa card to the attendant. Of course i noticed everything about him right off the bat. He looked to be about 19 with cute boyish looks very dark short hair about 5'11" He had on a polo shirt over a white undershirt and a pair of black nylon Nike warm-up pants that definitely caught my eye.
Author's note: This story is very loosely based on a true reminiscence I found posted on the Net. My apologies to the anonymous author of the original whom I cannot acknowledge by name. Sometimes I had to share a room.
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He was ever-so-slightly olive-skinned, possibly Mediterranean extraction I thought, and he was a really smart dresser — totally overdressed for the Comet Store we were both in. He wore a crisp white, open-neck shirt and a pale grey V-neck pullover. As he moved along in front of the PlayStation display, I glimpsed the outline of something down the inside of his right leg. He stood still for a moment and as he shifted his weight from one hip to the other, I could clearly see his balls down his right trouser-leg. I even thought I glimpsed the slightly tumescent outline of a penis, ending in the neat but distinct mushroom shape of a cock-head. I walked back around the PlayStation display to the end of the aisle to get another look at him from the front. My eyes were nearly popping out of my head. He seemed so brazen; but not in a vulgar way you understand; it was just that he was SO beautiful and SO inherently sexy! But he had heard me.
I let my body sink into the comfort of the couch cushions, my eyes half open staring at the television in front of me, I had no clue what was on it. The door swung open and my heart had been beating much too hard for the circumstances. I thought it appropriate enough to lean forward, which helped to hide the tent my penis was making with the tops of my athletic shorts. A tall man stood in the door frame, his arm holding a bookbag strapped over his shoulder on his back, while the other carried a bag that looked like it could have consumed my entire body. I stood up immediately and went to greet my friend. He was a couple of steps into the room when he extended a hand, I took hold of it and pulled myself near wrapping my free arm around him for a hug.