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Gay sex in dressing room

I wasn't paid well for it, but it was a little to put in my pocket, and I didn't have many expenses, so it all worked out. I was more frequently given the job close up, so I'd work the afternoon-to-closing shift, which usually ended around 9pm. There was the usual increase in traffic around Seven or Eight O-Clock, but everything dropped off substantially after that.

I have always referred to myself as a straight guy, attractive, always athletic, and pretty sure of myself. I was a runner and I surfed often, so I wasn't all muscle. Just very toned with muscular legs. I had experimented with my cousin also a guy in the past, but didn't factor that into my sexuality-it was just something we did when spending the night at each others' house.

I had a girlfriend whom I had regular sex with, and all was well on that front. This night stirred a curiosity inside me that I didn't really know existed.

Around 8pm on a weeknight, things were slowing down rapidly, even more than usual. I was walking around in the store listening to whatever was over the loudspeakers when a gentleman walked in. He was unassuming, a little taller than myself 5'10" , certainly older maybe 40 or 45 , and nothing about him stirred anything other than "he's a customer".

He walked over to the jeans rack, and selected a pair. He motioned to me in that, "Hey, can I try these on" way, so I opened up a changing room for him with the small key around my wrist and he went in. As I walked away to the other side of the store the store was very small-you could cover one side to another in about seven or eight strides , I noticed he'd left the door slightly ajar.

I almost went over to close it, but from my vantage point, I could see him starting to undress. I'd been in locker rooms, friends' houses, etc where I'd been around naked guys. I'd always been curious about other men's cocks, but never acted on anything.

It was just an objective curiosity. This time was different. Here I am, virtually nobody in the mall, no one in the store, and I'm seeing this older guy get undressed in a changing room. I saw him unbuckling his belt, and saw his pants fall away. My eyes must have bugged out of my head. I had just been watching for no reason until this point. He had no underwear on, and his cock simply bounced free. It appeared limp, and yet was about the size of mine erect. I've always been happy with my seven-and-a-half inch penis, but this just had my rapt attention.

He pulled on the jeans for a second, and then he glanced over at me. I was frozen, but tried to play it off like I hadn't seen anything. He motioned with his hand to me in a completely noncommittal way, so I walked over to him. I quickly walked back over to the rack and selected another pair. I was frantically taking stock of the situation in my head, thinking Ok, he had to have seen me looking at him.

I hope he doesn't think I was gawking at his dick. I returned with the jeans and he stood there, only in a shirt, changing room door still halfway open. The rooms faced the side of the store, so it wouldn't have been in anyone's line of sight if they entered the store. Still, there wasn't a soul around. His cock was still just bobbing out in the open like it was perfectly normal.

I handed the jeans to him, also pretending that this was perfectly normal retail protocol, and just stood there while he tried the new pair on. I was just completely frozen by what I was seeing. He pulled them up, obviously completely aware of my presence, but not acknowledging it. He promptly took them off and asked for another style. I practically jogged over to the rack and grabbed a few I thought might fit him, and immediately brought them back, nearly knocking over a shirt rack in my haste.

He took the jeans and tried them on. I was now completely fixated on his cock and was staring at it the whole time. He glanced over at me, and I looked away, but it was obvious. Just then, another customer came into the store. I abruptly walked away from the room, closing the door behind me and approached the customer, all the while trying to conceal a raging hard by placing my hands in my pockets.

I asked her if she needed any assistance, which she denied. So get the fuck out, I thought to myself. One minute later, then man walked out of the dressing room, fully dressed and began to walk toward the exit. I was thinking, shit-of all the rotten timing! Then in an instant he was gone. The other patron left a moment later. It was nearly 9pm, so I began closing up, downtrodden, but amazed at what had just happened. Even more amazing to me was my surprisingly visceral reaction to seeing his penis exposed like that.

I moved the clothing racks and displays back inside the threshold of the store, and had closed the gate about eighty percent of the way down, as I always did. I went to the register and began to tabulate the day's receipts, when I saw him walking by in the center of the mall. I froze and my eyes locked on his. He began to slowly walk toward the store.

As he approached, he asked, "Are you all closed up now? I've got plenty of time. I walked around the counter and turned toward the gate with my heart in my throat. I could literally feel my pulse bounding in my head. I opened the gate a bit more to allow for his entrance, and then closed it all the way down. I wanted to finish it as quickly as possible so that I could focus on him. Succeeding in record time, I walked toward him just as he selected a few pair of pants, and I opened up the changing room that was least visible to anyone that may have been milling around outside.

Again, he left the door partially open. I turned off the lights in the front of the store, leaving the back of the place lit. Again he disrobed, and I stood fixated and mesmerized nearby, just a few feet away.

His cock was again exposed, arcing away from him down toward the ground in a way that suggested he had a hint of being excited, without having a raging hard on like myself. Surely he had more self control than my twenty-one year old body had. He asked, "Do you think these are too tight in the waist?

He pulled them off and pulled on another that seemed to fit better. He said, "I don't know, they feel like they may be a little tight as well. Could you feel around here and let me know you think? I approached, and nervously felt around the waistband, being sure to glance outside to make sure nobody was around. The fit seemed fine, but now that I'd touched him, I was locked. I tugged lightly on the waistband, and said, "They seem fine. How does it feel to you? What does it feel like to you?

Afraid of actually touching the bulge in the center, I ran my hands along the sides, by his hips and said, "Well, maybe a little bit. Does it feel tight? How does that feel to you? With hands trembling, I ran my hands lightly around his bulging crotch, and heard him let out a soft sigh. Hold on a second," I replied. I turned and swiftly walked through the back door of the store and into the store room.

I was completely freaking out and tried to calm down. I cannot believe this is happening to me. What is making me act like this? I'd only been there a few moments when I heard the door open. Normally I would have told any customer they had to leave, but I had no control over this guy at all.

He approached me wearing the same jeans he'd just tried on. I pulled down another pair and offered them to him. He then started unbuttoning the jeans and let them fall to the floor.

Here I was alone with this man about twice my age that is now almost naked in front of me, in the backroom of a clothing store. I could not have been more excited and nervous. He pulled them on and asked, "Ok, how do these feel? They still feel tight," he said. His bulge was getting bigger.

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Gay sex in dressing room

I wasn't paid well for it, but it was a little to put in my pocket, and I didn't have many expenses, so it all worked out. I was more frequently given the job close up, so I'd work the afternoon-to-closing shift, which usually ended around 9pm. There was the usual increase in traffic around Seven or Eight O-Clock, but everything dropped off substantially after that. I have always referred to myself as a straight guy, attractive, always athletic, and pretty sure of myself. I was a runner and I surfed often, so I wasn't all muscle.

Just very toned with muscular legs. I had experimented with my cousin also a guy in the past, but didn't factor that into my sexuality-it was just something we did when spending the night at each others' house. I had a girlfriend whom I had regular sex with, and all was well on that front.

This night stirred a curiosity inside me that I didn't really know existed. Around 8pm on a weeknight, things were slowing down rapidly, even more than usual. I was walking around in the store listening to whatever was over the loudspeakers when a gentleman walked in. He was unassuming, a little taller than myself 5'10" , certainly older maybe 40 or 45 , and nothing about him stirred anything other than "he's a customer". He walked over to the jeans rack, and selected a pair. He motioned to me in that, "Hey, can I try these on" way, so I opened up a changing room for him with the small key around my wrist and he went in.

As I walked away to the other side of the store the store was very small-you could cover one side to another in about seven or eight strides , I noticed he'd left the door slightly ajar. I almost went over to close it, but from my vantage point, I could see him starting to undress. I'd been in locker rooms, friends' houses, etc where I'd been around naked guys. I'd always been curious about other men's cocks, but never acted on anything.

It was just an objective curiosity. This time was different. Here I am, virtually nobody in the mall, no one in the store, and I'm seeing this older guy get undressed in a changing room. I saw him unbuckling his belt, and saw his pants fall away. My eyes must have bugged out of my head. I had just been watching for no reason until this point. He had no underwear on, and his cock simply bounced free.

It appeared limp, and yet was about the size of mine erect. I've always been happy with my seven-and-a-half inch penis, but this just had my rapt attention. He pulled on the jeans for a second, and then he glanced over at me. I was frozen, but tried to play it off like I hadn't seen anything.

He motioned with his hand to me in a completely noncommittal way, so I walked over to him. I quickly walked back over to the rack and selected another pair. I was frantically taking stock of the situation in my head, thinking Ok, he had to have seen me looking at him.

I hope he doesn't think I was gawking at his dick. I returned with the jeans and he stood there, only in a shirt, changing room door still halfway open. The rooms faced the side of the store, so it wouldn't have been in anyone's line of sight if they entered the store. Still, there wasn't a soul around. His cock was still just bobbing out in the open like it was perfectly normal. I handed the jeans to him, also pretending that this was perfectly normal retail protocol, and just stood there while he tried the new pair on.

I was just completely frozen by what I was seeing. He pulled them up, obviously completely aware of my presence, but not acknowledging it. He promptly took them off and asked for another style.

I practically jogged over to the rack and grabbed a few I thought might fit him, and immediately brought them back, nearly knocking over a shirt rack in my haste. He took the jeans and tried them on. I was now completely fixated on his cock and was staring at it the whole time. He glanced over at me, and I looked away, but it was obvious. Just then, another customer came into the store.

I abruptly walked away from the room, closing the door behind me and approached the customer, all the while trying to conceal a raging hard by placing my hands in my pockets. I asked her if she needed any assistance, which she denied. So get the fuck out, I thought to myself. One minute later, then man walked out of the dressing room, fully dressed and began to walk toward the exit.

I was thinking, shit-of all the rotten timing! Then in an instant he was gone. The other patron left a moment later. It was nearly 9pm, so I began closing up, downtrodden, but amazed at what had just happened.

Even more amazing to me was my surprisingly visceral reaction to seeing his penis exposed like that. I moved the clothing racks and displays back inside the threshold of the store, and had closed the gate about eighty percent of the way down, as I always did. I went to the register and began to tabulate the day's receipts, when I saw him walking by in the center of the mall. I froze and my eyes locked on his.

He began to slowly walk toward the store. As he approached, he asked, "Are you all closed up now? I've got plenty of time. I walked around the counter and turned toward the gate with my heart in my throat.

I could literally feel my pulse bounding in my head. I opened the gate a bit more to allow for his entrance, and then closed it all the way down. I wanted to finish it as quickly as possible so that I could focus on him.

Succeeding in record time, I walked toward him just as he selected a few pair of pants, and I opened up the changing room that was least visible to anyone that may have been milling around outside. Again, he left the door partially open. I turned off the lights in the front of the store, leaving the back of the place lit. Again he disrobed, and I stood fixated and mesmerized nearby, just a few feet away. His cock was again exposed, arcing away from him down toward the ground in a way that suggested he had a hint of being excited, without having a raging hard on like myself.

Surely he had more self control than my twenty-one year old body had. He asked, "Do you think these are too tight in the waist? He pulled them off and pulled on another that seemed to fit better. He said, "I don't know, they feel like they may be a little tight as well. Could you feel around here and let me know you think? I approached, and nervously felt around the waistband, being sure to glance outside to make sure nobody was around.

The fit seemed fine, but now that I'd touched him, I was locked. I tugged lightly on the waistband, and said, "They seem fine. How does it feel to you? What does it feel like to you? Afraid of actually touching the bulge in the center, I ran my hands along the sides, by his hips and said, "Well, maybe a little bit. Does it feel tight? How does that feel to you? With hands trembling, I ran my hands lightly around his bulging crotch, and heard him let out a soft sigh.

Hold on a second," I replied. I turned and swiftly walked through the back door of the store and into the store room. I was completely freaking out and tried to calm down. I cannot believe this is happening to me. What is making me act like this? I'd only been there a few moments when I heard the door open. Normally I would have told any customer they had to leave, but I had no control over this guy at all. He approached me wearing the same jeans he'd just tried on.

I pulled down another pair and offered them to him. He then started unbuttoning the jeans and let them fall to the floor. Here I was alone with this man about twice my age that is now almost naked in front of me, in the backroom of a clothing store. I could not have been more excited and nervous. He pulled them on and asked, "Ok, how do these feel? They still feel tight," he said. His bulge was getting bigger.

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  1. Look at my cock. I returned with the jeans and he stood there, only in a shirt, changing room door still halfway open.

  2. What is making me act like this? He was still jacking it and grunting louder and then suddenly I realized that must have been precum. He then kept pushing it and it kept gagging me, but I tried to relax as best I could.

  3. He pulled on the jeans for a second, and then he glanced over at me. I'll bet you have a girlfriend. I think you're going to love taking this dick.

  4. Once inside, I leaned back and let the hot moisture caress my body. I gasped for air. There wasn't anyone else in the shower area but me, and that always kind of excites me, because I usually try and jerk off without getting caught by the wrong person.

  5. I stroked my foreskin lightly as I fantasized, dulling the itch in my ridge. It appeared limp, and yet was about the size of mine erect.

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