This is the final chapter, told in six parts. Some long. Some short. Some in between. Each part of the chapter is presented from one point of view. But unlike previous chapters, you will hear from all three of the guys. I hope you enjoy it. By the way, If you're looking for Chapter 28 Part II, Chapter 28 was only one part. You haven't missed a thing. -- H.R.
Chapter 29 -- Part I From Justin's viewpoint
Saturday had been a strange day for me at work. It seemed like every guy who came in was hot as hell and they all wanted to try on jeans that made them look even hotter. I mean, bulging packages. The kind that could bust a zipper. Cocks outlined so clear where they pressed against tight denim. You couldn't miss a thing. Asses so tight . . . Hell, it seemed like almost every guy could be a porn star.
Maybe playing around with Greg and Alex the night before had gotten my sex drive stuck in high. Whatever it was, I was horny as hell and all the eye candy that was hanging in the store that day was fueling it something awesome.
Guys asked me all day how I thought their asses looked in this pair of jeans or that. Was this top too small? These jeans too tight? Of course, every top was too small and all the jeans were too tight. I was sporting wood for the whole five hours.
And believe me, guys were noticing. Having these hot guys staring at my crotch wasn't making my hard-on go down. I don't know where the girls were that day, but they weren't in our store.
I think I was feeling like Billy does when he's really horny. When I'm horny, I usually want to take my time and edge for a good long while. It just feels so good to stretch it out. But Billy always wants to fuck or suck or jerk off the closest thing at hand. When he gets horny he has no control. And that's how I was feeling.
Not too long before my shift ended, this guy came in. About my age. Maybe a year or so younger. He looked like a model. Stood like a model. Moved like a model. Shaggy blond hair. Great tan. Very lanky. Very cute in a very mannish way. The guy had these great dimples that made him look cute and boyish. They made me want to cuddle him. Kiss him. Lick him all over. But those dimples were in cheeks covered with a heavy two-days' growth of beard that also made him look rugged, manly and incredibly hot. And made me want to fuck him for days.
He kept not exactly groping himself through his really hot pair of jeans . . . more like he was just touching himself to get a reaction . . . from both me and his cock. It was working both ways. His jeans were old and worn. They fit him like a glove. You could see from the perfect fade marks outlining his cock that this wasn't the first time he'd ever done this touching himself routine in these jeans. Oh, yeah. And he was going commando. When he'd move his hand away, you could see the outline of everything. Nuts. Cock. Cockhead.
One time when he saw me looking at his crotch, he looked up at me and then turned his head down so it was obvious he was staring at his own crotch. He was inviting me to stare at his crotch, too. Of course, I did. A second later, as I stared at his beautiful package, he made his cock twitch. I looked up at him and he winked. I looked back down at his crotch and saw a little wet spot near the outline of the tip of his cockhead. I checked my own crotch. It was a lot wetter than his and the tent I was pitching in my jeans looked like a teepee. I decided I better pull my shirt out. The guy just smiled as I reached down to cover my too obvious excitement.
The guy wandered farther back in the store and I was stuck at the register with other customers. I lost track of him for a little while. But before too long, he walked up to me and asked if I thought the jeans he was trying on fit him right "for the size of my crotch." I was a little surprised by the question but stood back and took a good long look. What a bulge! If he wasn't really huge in the cock category, these jeans made him look huge. And I know jeans well enough to know he had a huge cock in there.
"My friend likes a nice, firm feel to my crotch. Do you think these jeans do that?" he asked me completely seriously.
"What?" I said. "You . . ." I stammered for lack of words. "You fill them very nicely. Your . . ." I paused and started again. "Your friend should like them . . . a lot."
"But does the crotch feel firm to you? Give it a feel."
I looked down and saw a growing wet spot on the straining crotch that was being presented for me to examine. It was so tempting. I looked around. Nobody was paying any attention to us. I casually reached down and cupped his crotch. He was, indeed, huge. I could feel the massiveness of his cock. Thick and long. And very wide. It was giving off incredible heat even through the denim. Really hard, too.
I held my hand there and then gave it a little squeeze. I got an obvious twitch in return. Then he pushed his crotch forward into my hand. He made a little gasping sound and, as he did, I felt the surge of warm liquid in my palm. He was cumming in his jeans. In my hand. I could feel his warm cum oozing against my palm. Between my fingers. A lot of cum. I looked down and could see it sort of bubbling between my cupped fingers. I was still holding his throbbing crotch. I just kept my hand there as his cock must have spasmed a half a dozen times, each time making his crotch wetter, warmer, squishier in my hand.
I couldn't resist gently squeezing his cock and balls. He groaned quietly, but I feared someone would hear him. And, if they did, there was no mistaking why he was groaning. I couldn't really imagine cumming with your cock so cramped the way his was. But he did it. There was no doubt he'd done it. With a little help. From me. And my hand.
With a final caressing squeeze, I moved my hand away and looked at the very sizable wet spot still spreading across the crotch of his jeans. Thick creamy cum had been forced right through the fabric and globs of it were quite obvious.
I looked at my hand. It was coated in cum.
The guy smiled at me and then suddenly turned around, presenting his ass toward me. "You can wipe your hand off on my ass if you want. Or you can lick it if you want to," he said.
I wiped my hand off on his ass, but couldn't resist smelling it when I was done. It smelled pretty hot!
"I'll take the jeans. Thanks for helping." But even as he talked to me casual as could be, he was reaching down the front of his pants to readjust his cock and balls. When he pulled his hand out, he raised it to his face and inhaled. He smiled at me, flicked his tongue into the cum on his hand and then went back into the changing booth.
I swallowed hard and felt my jeans getting even damper. I walked over by the changing booth and said to him, "I think they fit you great. You've got a great body. A lot to show off and you do it . . ." I struggled for the right word. ". . . really well." I tried to sound as professional as I could muster. My cock was throbbing in my jeans. I wanted to whip it out and cum all over the guy and then have him lick us both clean. I wanted to . . . But this was work. It wasn't gonna happen.
A moment later he stepped back out of the changing booth, looked at me and smiled. "You should tuck your shirttails in, or just take your shirt off. You've got a lot to show. I think your customers would appreciate it. I know I would." He handed me the jeans. I could smell his cum as the two of us headed for the register.
I rang up his purchase then folded the jeans carefully and placed them in a bag along with his receipt. I was so turned on I didn't want him to leave.
"Excuse me, but I need to check your receipt," I said, stalling. I picked up his bag and looked in as though I were looking for his receipt. But at the last moment, I moved it closer to my face so I could get one last deep breath of the smell of his fresh cum. It was intoxicating.
"I like that scent, too," he said in the most seductive voice. "Maybe next time I come in you can show me something in a different fragrance. Maybe like yours." With that, he turned and walked out of the store, pausing one more time to catch my eye through the front window. He mouthed the word "Thanks," and then he was gone. As he walked away I said under my breath. "Cum again. Please, cum again."
Before I blew a load right there in the store, I checked out of work and headed home. I was a little rattled and kept running that scene through my mind as my trusty scooter provided the little extra vibration I always enjoyed.
When I got home, I really wanted to tell Billy all about it. I knew it would get us to the right point in a hurry. Not that we seemed to need much help. But goddamn I needed to get off in the worst way.
As I walked into my room, I was surprised to see Jess sitting in my desk chair, looking sheepish. Shit, I'd completely forgotten Jess would be there.
Almost as soon as I saw Jess, I could smell Billy's fresh cum. He was sitting on the floor. His cock in his hand. Cum running down over his fingers, over his balls and dripping onto the floor.
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