Magazine Rack by Chuck Root cr_nj@hotmail.com
It was one of those mega-bookstores that are popping up all over today. I must shop there at least once a week. Today I had gone in to pick up the latest copy of Money magazine but found my eyes bouncing to the gay section and the cover of XY magazine. The young guy on the cover just kept attracting my attention. I couldn't believe how I was reacting to the model. It was almost embarrassing. After all I was a married business man.
After the 25th time my eyes were dragged to the magazine I decided I would buy it. I could glance at it in my car before driving home. I picked it from the rack and tucked it behind my Money magazine. A quick scan of the store assured me that no one I knew happened to be there. I hurried to the check out because there was no line at the time and I had some expectation of privacy. The clerk was a young man with "Timmy" on his name tag. He casually wrung up my purchases but admired the XY cover for a split second too long.
"Hot issue," he commented. "I always pick up a copy when they come in. This one is real good."
I found myself reexamining Timmy because of his comment. He was obviously saying he was gay. Now, I've met gay people before but none in their early 20's who seemed so casual about telling a stranger he was gay. Timmy was my height, just a little over 6 foot. His short hair was a brown that almost matched his eyes. The clothes he wore were loose but it was obvious that he had a nice tight body, not one of those pumped up gym rat bodies but an active guy's build. In fact he looked a lot like my own son just a few years older.
I mumbled some stupid response and stood there with my hand stretched out for my change. Timmy did the strangest thing. When he handed me back my change he didn't just dump it in my outstretched hand. He held my hand with his free hand and carefully placed the change in the open palm. It was the classic "salesmen" handshake move. He took notice of my wedding band.
I actually felt a shiver run up my spine when he touched my hand. He released his grip and I stood there with my own hand still outstretched. It took a few moments for me to get back to the real world. I must have looked like a real jerk. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears and I could feel a blush coloring my face and neck.
"Let me know if you enjoy the article on what guys today are wearing as underwear. You know, the big boxers brief debate."
Still the classic jerk, I again mumbled some vague promise and averted my eyes. I took my bagged magazines and stumbled away from the handsome clerk. My mind was running 100 miles per hour. Was he just being nice? Was he hitting on me? No! Couldn't be that, I'm 40 years old. God was he good looking. The smile. The warm eyes. The soft touch of his young man's hand had made my cock warm with the start of an erection.
I beeped myself into my car and sat for a moment. Slipping the magazine from the bag I began paging through. What hot guys. So sexual and interesting. Then I hit the article on underwear. The first page showed two boys stripped to their underwear and hugging each other. They were naked except one wore a pair of Calvin Klein briefs with an obvious bulge and the other was in a pair of boxer shorts. I felt my cock twitch.
Turning the page opened a two page spread. On the left was an athletic looking young guy wiping sweat from his chest and wearing boxer briefs. On the facing page a blonde, spike haired club kid with pierced ears, eyebrow, and nipple was wearing a small pair of bikini briefs. He glared out from the page with eyes that challenged the reader. His hand pushed the front of his briefs down far enough to expose a dark patch of pubic hair. Proof he was not a natural blond. My cock swelled to a genuine "soft on" filling my own traditional tight white briefs.
I groped to adjust myself and turned the page. One page showed a dark haired youth wearing white Tommy briefs with their boldly lettered elastic and dark outlined seams. He was looking at a "buddy" in Joe Boxer smiley face boxers. The boxer guy had pulled the waistband out from his tight teen body and was looking down into that secret place. The facing page had the most exotic looking Asian wearing a skimpy yellow thong. His cock and balls showed clearly through the tight fabric.
The last two page spread of the article showed a group of seven guys. The picture covered both pages and showed a locker room scene. Each young man had on a different brand or type of underwear. There were Abercrombie and Fitch boxers with the name printed on the waist band, plain briefs that I recognized as the Hanes I usually wore, and even one guy in just a jock. I was so hard I had to reach into my trousers and touch myself. Precum wet my hand as I teased my cock up into a more comfortable position. Here I was in the middle of a shopping center parking lot thinking about whipping it out and jerking it off. I couldn't believe it. "Don't be stupid," I told myself.
I finished scanning through the magazine before I started the car and drove home. I spent the drive deciding where I would hide the contraband from my wife and family. That concern was enough to push the erotic thoughts from my mind and allowed my hard cock to soften a little.
The following week was filled with fear, desire, and frantic jo sessions in my basement workshop where I had hidden the magazine; followed by covert clean ups and guilt. I even found myself looking at my own son as he went about his life in this home with a pervert father. I started noticing what a good looking guy he was becoming. The guilt and fear grew. Here I was now picturing my own son stripped to his boxers. I remembered our last trip to the mall when he had shopped the GAP and bought a pair of blue plaid boxers. He had commented to me then that he tought ,"These will look great," as I paid for my own son's purchase.
Timmy the bookstore clerk had become a part of most my jo sessions as I imagined him being one of the underwear models. I could almost picture him being there at the picture shoot selecting his "wardrobe" and posing for the photographer. I found my self becoming obsessed with knowing what Timmy would look like in whatever underwear he wore. Was he well endowed? How `bout just knowing if he was circumcised of not? Did he "dress right" or "dress left?"
The need to avoid Timmy outweighed by the need know more about this young man who had become a fantasy for me. I skipped my usual weekly visit to the store for my magazines but realized that didn't help at all. I then thought, "Let me make believe nothing ever changed in my life." I could go back to the store as though I had never bought the magazine or shot loads of cum onto the magazine during the daily visits to my workshop.
It was two weeks later when I returned to the store. It was early evening and the sun low in the sky. The interior lights of the store spilled out through the plate glass windows and told me to come in. I looked at the check out as I entered and did'nt see Timmy. I could feel the relief. I picked up a coffee at the overpriced coffee shop in the center of the store and wandered to the magazine racks. The racks themselves were high enough to provide some privacy as I started looking at the financial periodicals, then the computer section and finally the sports magazines.
"Did you enjoy the article?"
My heart stopped for second then beat double time. It was Timmy. He stood behind me and asked asked again.
"That article in XY...did you like it?"
I blushed but truthfully answered. "It was great," I mumbled.
"Which part did you like best?"
"They were all good."
"Yeah they were, but which was best?" He looked deeply into my eyes waiting for an answer. I couldn't believe I was standing here talking about a magazine article on men's underwear with this hot young man.
"I guess the first picture. The one with the guy in briefs and the other guy in boxers."
"Yeah, that was hot." Timmy moved his hand to his own crotch and discreetly adjusted his package. "But the guy in boxer briefs was so hot that it made me go out and buy a pair just to try."
We looked at each other for a moment. Timmy then looked around the store and then back at me. "It's pretty quiet in here. I could take my break and show you." He smiled.
"Show me?" was all I could say in a stupid repeat of his last offer.
Timmy seemed to understand and continued, "Yeah. Come out to my car. I can show you my new underwear. Just wait here one second"
He turned and walked to the check out. He said something to the coworker there and then looked back at me. He smiled again and walked out of the store. My feet seemed glued to the ground. I didn't move right away. Then slowly I felt drawn to this brash boy. I also exited.
I could see him walking down a row in the parking lot and I followed. He got to an older car and sat in the driver's seat. His door stayed open letting the interior done light shine down on himself. I stepped up to the passenger side and joined him. Both our doors closed leaving us in quiet.
"I'm glad you came out here," he said. "I've been hoping you'd stop back."
He reached over and grasped my forearm. His fingers squeezed and then moved to where my arm rested on my thigh. His hand slid down to my thigh and squeezed again.
"My name is Timmy."
"Yeah. I saw the name tag that first time."
"Of course."
"I'm Chuck."
"Well Chuck, do you want to see my new boxer briefs?"
"Sure. I'd like that." I answered.
I expected him to pull out a bag and or box and let me look inside to see his new underwear but that wasn't going to be the case. Tim started to unbucklehis belt and unbutton his pants. He paused to pull his shirt tails out and I could a brief flash of warm looking skin. Then he pulled his shirt out of the way and spread the pants wide open.
My eyes went to a grey triangle of cotton that had been exposed. Calvin Klein's!
"What do you think?"
"They look great."
He lifted his hips slightly and pushed his pants down far enough to expose the top of his legs. His boxer briefs ended and his thighs which were covered with a light downy hair spread wider. He lifted his shirt a bit and exposed his tight belly. A thin trail of hair ran down fro his navel and ended at the waist band.
"Feel how soft the cotton is."
I reached and touched the cloth. Timmy touched my hand and guided it to the waistband of the briefs. With his other hand he pulled the elastic and then placed my hand on his hardening cock. I watched his meat grow in my grip. A perfect 6" circumcised penis, surrounded by dark hair and hot with excitement was being offfered. I accepted.
Feedback appreciated. Pic of hot guys in underwear provides great encouragement. cr_nj@hotmail.com