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The Outlet
All I wanted was a pair of shorts.
My name is Shane. I'm 18 years old and a freshman at the University of North Texas in Denton, a little town just north of Dallas. Having grown up in the "booming metropolis" of Centerville, midway between Dallas and Houston, I felt like I'd hit the big leagues when I scored an athletic scholarship to UNT and went to the big city!
Back at home I was a star athlete, a true BMOC in my small school. The son of a local physician, with athletic ability and (if I have to say myself) good looks and a big cock, I had a pretty sweet deal back in Centerville.
All the girls loved me; pussy was so easy to get that I never learned how to work for it. Bred from good German stock in the hill country of Texas, I'm tall, blond, blue eyed, and a natural stud. I know I sound conceited, but I'm just trying to tell you how it was before reality hit.
Moving to Denton rocked my fucking world. All of the sudden I was most definitely not the big man on campus! I was just a little guy in a big world and my looks didn't count for shit. Girls that would've rolled over with their legs in the air for me back home barely looked twice at me at UNT. The steady flow of easy pussy I'd enjoyed through high school didn't just peter out - it was like somebody slammed the faucet shut!
That's why I showed up at the outlet mall on this Thursday afternoon with over-filled balls, along with a need to buy some new clothes. It had been three weeks since I'd had any sex that didn't involve my right hand, and I was about to fucking bust!
My Dad, ever mindful of his only son, sends me a clothing allowance every month. His only stipulation is that I send him back receipts showing that I spent the allowance on clothes instead of crack cocaine! Just a little afraid of his son being in the city, I suppose!
I wandered into the Hilfiger Outlet at the mall in search some clothes that might help me make an impression at an upcoming party; something that might help end the "Great Pussy Drought of 2006"! Looking through the selections, I was approached by a short young guy who could have been a fellow UNT student. He immediately sensed that I had no damned idea what I wanted and was really helpful in making suggestions about clothes that would display me in the best light.
I got a little nervous when he lightly ran his hand over my ass while commenting how a certain pair of shorts might help display that particular asset to its best advantage.
"Girls just love a cute ass!" he gushed while softly gliding his hand over the anatomy in question.
His demeanor was a little off-putting, but the feel of a hand stroking my butt brought back memories of Kristin, a tall blond from Centerville who'd been a reliable source of pussy in my sophomore year. My cock seemed to remember her too, and raised its head to see if she could come out and play!
When I'd left the dorm room my only thought was to go shopping, so the quick idea of wearing something modest had escaped without a second visit. I usually free-ball; I find it more comfortable; so the pair of black silk running shorts I'd worn for the excursion did little to conceal "Mr. Happy" as he heard his name being called.
I had to turn my back toward Jason to hide the tent rising in my shorts, embarrassed beyond belief at what was happening. Maybe he thought I was showing him some ass or something, but his attention seemed heightened by my move as I clumsily made my way toward the dressing room to try on a couple of pairs of shorts he'd suggested.
Arriving at the cubicles, I slipped inside, aware that Jason was hot on my heels and watching my every move. I may be from a small town but I'm not completely stupid! By now I'd figured out the game and just wanted to try on the shorts and get the fuck out of this place.
Pulling my loose shorts down my hips, my hard cock sprang free of its confines and left a greasy deposit of ball juice on my abs as it slapped against my belly. Wishing like mad that I'd had the good sense to pull on a pair of underwear before leaving campus, I ran through my options for leaving this store with some shred of dignity still intact!
As I could see it, my only option was to take things "in hand" and tame the monster roaring between my legs before I left the dressing room. So, with an all-too-well practiced motion, I grabbed the boy and started fisting my way toward the fastest orgasm I could manage!
The only problem is this; I've always been loud during sex. It's not that I intentionally make noise, it's like I can't help it! So as I jacked myself toward a quick cum, my mouth threw open and I started moaning!
My prick was leaking like a faucet and I was jerking for all I'm worth! Grunts, groans, and moans were leaking from my mouth worse than the juice from my cock. I was about half-way home when the curtain opened and my old buddy Jason peeked in to see if I was all right!
That's when I discovered one of life's truths. A hard cock doesn't much give a shit why it's feeling good - it just wants to feel good!
Jason's eyes locked on eight inches of athlete cock leaking pre-cum onto the changing room floor and he licked his lips reflexively. He looked up to my face and our eyes locked. Mine weren't telling him 'Yes' but they sure as fuck weren't telling him 'No', so he followed his nature and sank to his knees.
I thought for a second about pulling my dick away from him - just for a second - and then decided "what the fuck!"
My knees caved a little when I felt his lips slide over the slime drooling out the head of my cock. I was on auto-pilot and really didn't give a fat rat's ass who was servicing me. I just wanted to empty my balls.
This kid clearly knew what he was doing. The idea that any of the high school girls I'd had knew their shit was quickly put to rest! His hands never left his side as he sank his face onto my shaft. His tongue swirled around the underside of my pole, playing with the 'sweet spot' under my head as he drew me into his hot mouth.
This was the best head I'd ever had! Eight rock hard inches of athlete meat bottomed into his throat. I grabbed him by the hair and fucked his face as the sensitive tip of my underused prick hit the back of his throat and sank through that barrier with a moan of pleasure from my cocksucker.
Having thoroughly slimed me all the way to my pubes, Jason pulled off and sank his face down my crotch to my cum-filled nuts. He lapped at the sensitive orbs and let them roll across his chin. That felt so fucking good that I started in with the moaning again. I grabbed his hair and pushed him into my balls as I thrust my crotch into his face. His tongue played across my balls and trailed down to the spot between my nuts and my ass.
He lapped my perineum like a pig at the trough! Waves of sensation ran up my crotch as his tongue electrified my groin. Lifting one leg onto the wooden bench, I rocked my hips forward and pushed into his tongue as I bent my knees to increase the pressure on his face. He slipped his head back, pulling away from my hold on his hair, and sank his face into my ass.
Fuck me! That's a trick the chicks at Centerville High School could learn! His tongue sank into the forbidden crevice of my ass cheeks and sent me into a juice-leaking frenzy!
A guy's ass is something to look at - never to touch! That's what I'd always thought! His tongue licking around my ass ring showed me how wrong I'd always been! It was like I had an extra cock-head sandwiched between my cheeks. The sensation was so fucking intense I thought I'd cum on the spot!
Ball juice drooled out my cock into his hair as my rock hard dick dangled in the air. I pushed his face further into my ass and felt him struggle for air. His head was bent at a 45 degree angle as he struggled not to topple to the floor. At this point I didn't care if he lived through this or not - I was in fucking teenage hard-on heaven! My cock was leaking so hard it looked like I was cumming!
He pulled his face out of my ass and his left hand immediately took its place. With a quick lick of his fuck-finger he positioned himself to enter me. My first thought was to object, but I was so far gone I didn't dare do anything to stop the action.
What I thought might hurt very nearly launched my rockets! His middle finger slid through my well-slimed asshole and settled deep inside my fiery chute. I'd always heard that a guy's prostate was a pleasure zone but I'd never had mine touched.
Shit, what I'd been missing! When his finger touched my gland it was like a fuse had been lit. While his mouth fucked onto my prick, his finger fucked into my ass. The two sensations met in the middle to produce a wave of pleasure unknown to common man!
I fucked into his face as his finger pushed me forward. My asshole twitched and my cock throbbed. Grabbing him by his straight brown hair, I crammed his face into my crotch as I felt the fat fleshy head of my prick slip into the tight tunnel of his throat. Slimy spit drooled down his chin as he kept up with the furious face-fucking I was throwing him!
My groans must have been heard throughout the store, but I didn't give a shit! I threw my cock into his mouth and pulled back to press my ass into his hand. Over and over again I fucked into his face and onto his finger. My ball batter was being pushed out through my ass and it was time to unload!
With a mighty grunt, my dick erupted like 'Old Faithful', pouring a geyser of hot creamy ball slime down this cocksucker's gullet. He swallowed the load like a well-trained whore, pulling me deeper into his face and massaging my gushing corona with his gulping throat. My cock exploded three weeks worth of seed into him as my knees gave way and I collapsed into a sweaty heap on the hard wooden bench beneath me.
Jason struggled to withdraw his hand from my butt hole, dragging it across the wood as he pulled himself free. His mouth stayed on my cock while my electrified pole slowly deflated. Keeping his lips tight around the semi-flaccid shaft, he cleaned me completely as he withdrew.
Drained and more than a little uncomfortable looking at the guy who'd done the deed, I sat on the bench and waited for Jason to get up and get out of the room. He seemed to understand, and quickly pulled himself together and rose to his feet. With an embarrassed grin he backed out of the cubicle, leaving me to get my shit together and wander back into the sunlight.
I decided I liked Jason's selections, so I gathered the shorts in my hands and walked with unsteady feet to the check-out. A slightly chubby blonde chick at the register grinned at me knowingly as she took my money and bagged my purchases.
Thanks to Dad's clothing allowance I was able to keep my body clothed and my balls drained throughout my freshman year. That mall turned into one hell of an outlet!
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