The Wishing Well

The Wishing Well Chapter 2

Rent money, food money, life money. I don't have any money; I don't have any ID and I don't exist in this world! My head started to swim. What have I gotten myself into? Lucas Miller no longer exists. How am I going to survive with no formal identification?

I slumped down onto my couch still naked.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. "I don't have any clothes that would fit this totally different body." I muttered to myself.

Ok...think. I can still use my debit card and pay on-line for a lot of things. That should give me a few months to figure out how I'm supposed to live. I now have to make these clothes fit me so I can leave the apartment, get some cash and buy some new clothes.

It took me an hour to put together an outfit that I could wear outside and not get arrested. By rolling up the legs and a couple of belts, along with an old tee shirt, I managed to make a 290lb. man's clothes fit a 150lb. teen. My stomach told me I was hungry...again. I didn't want to make something here. The food court, after I lost the street kid look, seemed like a good idea.

I'll dump the clothes when I get the new ones. I had a feeling the old me was not going to be back. And that made me smile. I grabbed my wallet and keys and headed out to the mall.

There are so many things I'm going to have to get re-used to. Like driving, for instance. I sat in the driver's seat and realized how short I used to be, because I had to move the seat back a bit. I also noticed that just driving felt different. Fortunately, the mall wasn't too far away.

The mall wasn't too crowded. I parked near a door. I've been here a few times, so I knew right where the ATM is located. I took as much cash out as I could. Then went straight to Macy's. I could see some people watching me as I walked, but I just kept my head down and walked as fast as I could. Of course, as soon as I stepped in the store, I noticed the store cops start watching me. I ignored them too and went straight to the teen section.

"Um, can I help you?" A boy about my age came up to me. He didn't look to happy to see me. Considering my current state of street fashion, I couldn't blame him.

Other than the forced smile, though, he was pretty good looking. He had flaming red hair, wire glasses, a tight button up shirt and tight black slacks. I could tell he was thin, but not skinny. He got cuter as he got closer. The red hair and glasses are always a plus with me.

"Oh, man," I said, "I need to buy some clothes. All my clothes accidentally got taken by, ug...it's a long story." I could see his opinion of me wasn't changing. "Look, I have cash." I pulled out my money. Between the money and my pathetic look, his opinion seemed to have changed...slightly...maybe.

"Ok, just what do you need?" He inquired with a slight smile.

I smiled back. "Um...underwear, socks, a couple shirts, some pants." I listed off. "Oh...and some shoes!" I added.

"Ok then." He said, "I can help you with everything. The socks and underwear is over here." He directed me over to that section

It's been a while since I've bought anything other than boxers. I knew that there were other styles, some are quite sexy too. But the overweight guy I used to be never felt sexy, so why buy sexy underwear?

I was looking at the underwear models on the packages, I thought that now I looked at least as hot as they were. So, I went to pick out some when I realized I didn't know what size I wore. The sales boy was still with me. I could smell him over my shoulder.

"Um," I turned and smiled at him. "My, uh mom used to always buy my shorts for me." I could feel the heat rise in my face. "So, um, I don't know what size to get."

"We, um, you could measure your waist." He suggested. "I have a measuring tape." He pulled one out of his pocket and handed it to me. Our hands touched slightly, and I could sense his emotions briefly. I fumbled with the tape, before I handed it back to him.

"Maybe you should do it" I said. I lifted my large shirt up high enough to show my waist.

"Um...ok." He gulped as he reached around me. I could feel his hands shake as he brought the tape tight. "Uh, looks like you should have a 28" shorts." He let go of the tape and stepped back. His face was visibly flushed.

"Um, you might as well get my shirt size too." I suggested. I raised my large shirt up higher, exposing my whole chest to him.

"Uh...sure." He said. He had to reach around me again to measure my chest. He got the top number, then measured around my stomach. When his fingers touched my stomach, I tightened up and giggled.

"That tickled!" I said. Because I tightened my stomach muscles, my loosely held pants slipped down a little. Not that anything vital appeared, but we both looked at each other. "Um, sorry." I said as I dropped my shirt back down and held my pants up.

"That was ok." He said as he looked where my bare skin once was. I wasn't sure if he was referring to my apology or my body.

So, I started picking out a couple of each style. There was bikini, boxer brief and regular briefs. I even grabbed a thong, not sure if I'd ever wear that though.

"Um," I turned to my sales boy, "can I try on one of these?" I held up a pair of shorts. "Just to make sure they fit?" I asked, while pointing at my crotch.

"Well, usually you aren't supposed to, but...just don't tell anyone, ok?" He said. I gave him a wink and went to the dressing rooms.

I went to the farthest small room, shut the door and proceeded to take off the clown clothes I had on. I started with a pair of bikini style. They felt good, but my dick was barely contained in them. Damn, I love this new dick of mine!

I pulled out some boxer briefs and tried them on next. They felt snug all over. My dick looked even bigger with theses shorts on, as it went down my leg. Just then I heard a soft knock on the door, which surprised me.

I cracked it open slightly.

"Uh, yeah?" I said, as a now familiar sales boys face appeared in the crack.

"Just checking to see if everything is ok." He said. I could see his eyes go up and down my body...twice. Fuck! I'm standing here in those briefs!

I briefly thought of saying everything was fine, but that would have been the person I was yesterday. Instead I blurted out, "I'm not sure, do you think these fit ok?" I did a half spin as he watched. He looked down the hall, then back at me and swallowed. "So, what do you think?" I ran my fingers through the hem of the shorts. Letting them snap against my pelvis. "Do you think this is too tight?" I asked the boy.

"Uh...no, I think it's perfect...." He said quietly.

"Um, maybe you could pick out a pair of jeans for me. I really don't want to try to put these back on." I pointed at my fat clothes.

"Uh, sure. What kind would you like?" He asked.

"I don't know. Whatever you think would look good on me" I said as I ran my hands across my new tight shorts.

"Ok, I'll be right back." He said. He took one last look at me and closed the door.

I took the time to fold up my old clothes and shove them in a corner, out of the way. I kinda liked how these shorts felt on my body. It didn't seem long before there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find my cute sales boy standing there with a shirt and a pair of pants in his hands.

"Uh, I took a guess with the length, but the width should be the same as your shorts." He said as he handed them over.

I took the pants and started putting them on.

"Uh, I'll be out here." He mumbled.

"No, stay here. These might not fit." I told him. He stood there watching me. I pulled the pants up and the underpants road up my legs. I reached down my left leg and pulled down the shorts. Then to my right side where I not only adjusted my shorts, but I also adjusted my cock.

"They seem a little tight," I said as I pulled them up over my ass. After fitting the rest of my cock into the pants, I buttoned them up.

"Actually, they don't feel too bad." I said as I spun around, looking at myself in the mirror. The sight of my new body in the mirror got my heart to start pumping. The pants hung low on my hips, my butt stood out and my legs looked hot! I still found it hard to believe it was me.

I looked at the sales boy who looked like he was in another world. "What do you think? Do these look ok?" I asked him.

He blinked his eyes and jerked his head. "Uh, yeah. They look really, um, great on you." He said as he stared at my body. "Um, they aren't too tight on you, are they?" He asked as he looked at my crotch.

"Naw, I think they feel just right." I said. I ran my hands down my butt and down my legs, bending over in front of him as I did this. I smiled at the boy. "So, did you get me a shirt too?" I asked him, pointing at the shirt he was holding.

"Uh, yeah." He answered as he handed over the shirt.

It was a regular tee. I slipped it on. I was an even tighter fit than the pants were. I looked in the mirror. The shirt was tight, that's for sure.

"That looks a little too tight." Sales boy said. "I'll get you a size bigger." And off he went.

I took the shirt off. He came right back and handed me another shirt. This one went on much better. "This one feels better." I said as I pulled the shirt down over my body. I looked myself over in the mirror.

"Yeah, it looks good on you." He said. "Oh, I got you some socks," he continued, "I got you these because this is what I like." His face turned a little red when he said that last part.

"Cool." I said as I slipped a pair on my feet. "I still need some shoes. Should I pay for this here stuff now?" I asked him.

"Um, no." He said. "You can just pay me, um, I mean I can take care of you." Then his face went white. "NO!" He almost screamed. "I mean I can take care of all your purchases." He stammered out.

I tried not to laugh, but I did smile. "Any of those three options would be fine with me." I said winking at him.

"So, uh, the shoes are on the other side of this floor." He said, getting himself under control. "Let me get a bag for your new clothes and a bag for your old ones."

He came back and I bagged up the two bags. He left them behind his register, saying they'd be safe there and we headed off to the shoe department.

This process went a little easier. The shoe salesman used one of those foot sizer thingy's and we were done in no time. The weird thing was, that every time the shoe guy touched my foot, I got a feeling from him that I couldn't quite understand.

As my sales boy and I started walking back to the clothing area, he kept glancing back at the shoe guy. "Sorry `bout that." He quietly said to me.

"What for?" I asked him. I didn't see any reason for him to apologize for.

"He can be a little creepy sometimes." He told me.

"Oh, I didn't notice anything. Um...what's your name, anyway?" I said.

"It's Aaron." He answered and pointed to his chest. "Oh shit," he muttered, "Be right back." And he quickly disappeared on me.

He reappeared just as fast and out of breath. "Sorry, they fire ya if they catch you without your nametag." He said as he looked around.

Aaron continued to walk me back to his area.

"So anyway, what was this about your shoe guy?" I asked Aaron.

"Oh, well. He has this creepy look around some people." Aaron said as we got to his station. "Mostly guys...young guys. I try to not be alone with him." He said in a low voice.

"Oh...OH!" I said finally catching on. "Yuck...I mean, to each his own, but he's not my type, so my mind wasn't even there!"

I looked like that guy yesterday. Worn out and overweight. But at least I never thought, even my old self yesterday, that a boy like Aaron would be interested in a person like him.

"Ha, ha, ha." Aaron laughed. "What is your type?" He said, then stopped suddenly. "Wait, don't answer that, it's none of my business." He said quickly.

Without missing a beat, I replied, "I have a few...you're one of them." I said smiling.

We stood smiling at each other for a moment. "So, how much is it gonna cost?" I finally asked.

He rang it up the bill, I paid it and told him he could toss the old things in the garbage, for all I care.

"Hey, I forgot my phone at home, here's my phone number." I scribbled down my name and number on the back of one of the stores business cards and gave it to Aaron. "I'm just gonna hang at home tonight. Call me, if you want, when you get off work. Maybe you can come over and hang out with me?" I offered him.

"Um, sure. Uh, probably around eight o'clock or so. Uh, yeah, that's um, cool...I'll do that." He was so cute and innocent looking as he answered me.

"Ok, talk to ya later." I said and turned to walk off.

"Yeah!" I heard him say back.

I went back to the car and put my stuff in the trunk. Then off to the food court for some much-needed food! I settled on a couple of Big Mac's with fries and a Coke. I was so into filling my hungry stomach that I didn't even notice someone intently watching me eat. It took me a second to even realize that part after I noticed him. I stopped mid-chew as our eyes locked.

The man looked to be in his late twenties, dark short hair, slim and he had a nice set of white teeth. For some reason the teeth made him seem friendly to me.

He took a bite of his food, never taking his eyes off me. I looked down and smiled slightly. It's a totally new experience for me to have someone cruising you. The feeling made me get warm and plump up my dick. I took a drink of my pop, looked back at my admirer and licked my lips.

He smiled, got up, threw his food away and walked straight to my table. Holy shit, I said to myself, he's coming this way! He stopped in front of me. It was hard not to see the man's cock since I was sitting down and the thing was at my eye level. He also had nice pants on.

"Hi." He said smiling.

Damn, just that one word got my dick hard.

"Um, hi!" I cracked out. My voice cracking reminded me that I am 17. Fuck...I could feel my face get hot.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked me and pointed at the chair in front of him. "I was just watching you over there," he paused, "and I thought I recognized you from somewhere."

Ok...STOP RIGHT THERE! I thought. That must be THE WORST PICK UP LINE EVER!!

It really didn't matter though. He had me when he said hi!

"Really?" I said. "Who did you think I was?" I smiled back at him.

"I haven't decided yet. Just about any hot teen boy actor or maybe those hot Disney boys." He said. The smile never left his face.

"I'm not hot." I said. I poked around my fries.

"Yeah you are." He started telling me. "Look around here...look at all the people. What do you think most of them are looking at?"

I looked around me. The place was quite busy. Some people were walking and watching where they are going. There were a few other hot looking kids. Then I saw it, some finger pointing, some whispers and more finger pointing. Some at the other pretty people. Some appeared to be pointing in my direction.

"Fuck..." I muttered. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. One part of me liked it, another part of me wanted to crawl under the table and disappear. "I...I don't...I think I should be going." I finally said.

"Hey, take a breath." I think he could tell I needed to get away from the crowds. "I'll toss your garbage and walk you out of here." The man with the nice teeth offered.

"Sure, thanks." I managed to say. I could feel the eyes of people on me.

I stood up and he was back walking me through the mall to the parking lot. Once I was out the door, I started to feel much better. "Thanks, um..." I said, offering him my hand to shake.

"Um, John." He said shaking my hand.

"Thanks, John. I'm Lucas. I'm not used to that." I told him. We still had ahold of our hands. I could feel...something. I wasn't sure, but it got my dick to jump.

"Really!?" He said. "You're one hot looking guy, I hope you know. Or maybe you never saw yourself that way?" His face looked sincere. He leaned in. "I'd do you right here if it was legal." He whispered into my ear.

"Wow, really?" I replied. "Would you...would you, like, do me if there was someplace, um...private?" I said softly.

He looked around before answering. "Do you have any place in mind?" He said looking around the parking lot again.

"I'm staying at my uncle's apartment right now. He's not home now and I don't expect him any time soon." I honestly told him.

It took him just a half a second to decide. "Do you need a ride?" He asked me with his smile.

"No, but that's my car. You can follow me over." I told him and pointed at it. I gave him the address just in case he lost me. He was on my tail all the way over, there was no chance he was going to lose sight of me!

John and I walked up to the apartment together. Jimmy was by the front door having a cigarette. He smiled and nodded at us. We got in the door and into the apartment as soon as possible.

"Uh, is he, um...." John started to say before I interrupted him.

"Ok?" I said. "Yeah, he fucked me this morning when he came for the rent." I told John, as I locked the door. I took my shirt off and turned around to face him.

"Fuuuuccckkkk." He muttered as he looked at me. Smiling even more than before. I stood there and watched his pants fill out.

"Sorry," I started to say, "this place gets hot in the mid-day sun." I tossed my shirt on the chair by the door.

"No problem." He said. "It's your place. Make yourself comfortable."

"Have a seat." I said and pointed at the couch. "Feel free to take off your shirt if you feel like it." I suggested.

I dumped my underwear and socks that I bought on the couch next to him and sat down too.

"My uncle took off with my suitcase with my clothes, including the clothes I was going to wear after my shower. He also left his cell phone here. So, I can't even call him. I'm gonna have to wait for him to call." I explained.

I started opening the packages of underwear.

"I had to have the salesman help me get the right size, because my mom always would pick mine out." I explained as I folded the stuff up. "He was really nice...and cute." I looked at John and stood up. "He even picked out these pants for me." I said. "What do you think? Do they look ok on me?" I ran my hand along my dick and then turned around and did the same with my butt.

He got up, stood behind me and placed his hand on my expanding cock. "It looks good here." He said. "And it looks really good here." He said as both his hands felt my ass.

I started to unbutton the tight jeans. "Here, let me help you." he whispered in my ear from behind me.

I felt his breath on my ear and his hands on my pants. Slowly he unbuttoned them. I could feel his body heat and smell his sexy odor. My cock kept getting harder! When he reached the last one, he tried to push them down. It wasn't happening.

"Here," I said taking his hands away, "they're new and tight. Let me do this."

I stepped away from him and started to wiggle out of them. They felt tighter now. Maybe because of my hard dick pressing against my leg and the pants leg. I had to sit down and peel them off my legs. I stood up and adjusted myself.

"What do you think?" I said with my arms opened wide.

"Amazing..." He replied.

I walked over to him and started to take his shirt off. "You look like you're getting hot." I said. He didn't resist. I threw it on the floor. He had an amazing chest. Hairless, like mine, and athletic.

I reached for his pants and started buttoning them. I reached the last one and saw that he didn't have on any underwear. I pulled his pants down and his hard cock flipped out and wacked me in my face. I looked up at him and smiled.

He smiled and said, "It saves time."

I grabbed his cock with my hands and felt the hardness of it. I put the head in my mouth and sucked off his precum. "Fuck that's good." I moaned.

"Yeah hot boy, suck my cock." He told me as he ran his hands over my head. I sucked more into my mouth and heard him moan. I tasted more of his juicy cock.

"Stand up boy, it's time I saw all of your hotness." John said as he lifted me up suddenly. His hands went to my underwear and pulled them down. My cock slapped my abbs. I kicked them off when they reached my feet. He put his fingers around my really hard teen cock and some precum oozed out.

"Awesome..." He said as he bent down and swallowed half my cock at once.

"Fuck yeah..." I moaned.

He stood up, kissed me hard and pushed me down on the couch. He then knelt in front of me, spread my legs and started sucking my cock again. It felt great! He was really good. It must have tasted good too, since he was moaning as much as I was.

He pulled my ass closer to the side of the couch and lifted my legs up. "Hold these." He said as he went back down on me. I did what he told me to. I then felt a finger start to rub around my hole as he sucked my cock. My own ass juices started coming out, mixed with Jimmy's cum from this morning, coating John's finger.

"Do you make your own ass lube?" John asked me as he pulled his finger out and sucked on it. "So, you were fucked earlier?" He asked.

I moaned and threw my head back when he shoved not one, but two fingers up my ass,

"Yeah, he left a big load too." I said.

John pulled his fingers out, shoved my legs up more and put his mouth on my hole, sucking like crazy. It felt like he was emptying my ass of Jimmy's cum. I was moaning loud.

"Your friend has tasty cum. It's even more awesome tasting mixed with your ass juice!" He said as he plunged back down to suck out more.

I couldn't take any more ass stimulations. "Fuck John, fuck me now!" I begged. He lifted his head with ass slime dripping from his lips.

"What was that?" He asked me.

"Fuck me! I need cock in me now!" I pleaded.

He smiled a perverted smiled. Stood up, whipped the slim off his face and rubbed it on his cock. Pointing his hard cock at my asshole. "What do you need boy?" He said as he wiped the head of his cock along my hole.

"Oh god...fuck my ass now!" I said.

He lined up his cock and shoved the thing all the way in and held it there.

"Fuck yeah!" I yelled.

"Oh fuck, your ass is as hot as you!" He said.

He stayed in until I relaxed a little. I could feel his dick pulsing.

He pulled it all the way out before slamming it back in clear up to his hairs. "You're one hot boy slut aren't you." He toldme. All I could do was moan every time he shoved his fuck pole up my ass. My cock bounced up and down, leaking precum onto my belly. "Fuck...you're gonna make me cum...oh fuck yeah, I'm gonna cream your hot boy ass!" And with some grunts I felt hot cum filling me up for the second time today.

"Aw... fuck yeah." I moaned as I felt my ass get flooded.

He stayed in me panting. I reached for my cock to finish myself off when he pushed my hand away.

"I want that." He said as he pulled his cock out with a pop, pulled my legs back down and swallowed my cock with his mouth.

"Oh fuck." I moaned.

"Oh my god." I moaned even louder as he pushed three of his fingers back up my wet hole. "I'm gonna cummmmm!" I moaned the loudest. I then unloaded my cum down his throat. He couldn't take the whole load, so the last couple shots hit his face.

"Fuck boy, that's some tasty cum you have." He told me. He pulled me up and gave me a very tasty cum lined mouth to kiss. "And a lot!"

He sat next to me as we caught our breath, then he started picking up his clothes and got dressed.

"Hope you don't mind, but I need to get going." He told me as he tied his shoes. "Can I give you my number and we can meet up again? You're too hot to be a one-time thing." He asked me.

"Sure." I said and wrote it down on a piece of paper. I walked him naked to the door. He gave me a grope, a kiss and left.

Just then my phone pinged.

MORE TO COME!