Underwear Sales by Chuck Root
cr_nj@hotmail.com
The following is a complete work of fiction.
Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission.
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The following story may contain erotic situations between consenting adults. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now.
The store was crowded because of all the back to school shopping. It made my day as a salesman very busy but it also filled the day with a lot of little erotic incidents. You see I work in the men's department at a major department store. Back to school means lots of young guys getting lots of clothing and my department was the place that all of them hit at some time during the shopping day...I sold men's and boy's underwear.
My department was set off to the side of the main sales floor. A pair of mannequins "guarded" the entrance. I carefully dressed them to set the mood as people entered. One was an adult male with dark hair and very masculine mustache. The second was "his son" with the same good looks but obviously only in his teens. Both of my "guards" lounged in as provocative a state of undress as I dared.
The father mannequin wore an elegant robe that flapped open as he stood with his hands planted on each hip in a classic Yul Brenner pose from King and I. Under his robe he wore a pair of Calvin Klein briefs in classic white and a tight white T-shirt that was tucked in at the signature waistband. The softest black socks in the store were collapsed in folds around his ankles.
The mannequin son sprawled on the floor at the feet of the father. He also had on a robe that casually hung open at the waist. The untied belt draped across the exposed youth. I had slipped a pair of store brand gray cotton boxer briefs on him and a novelty T-shirt that had a cartoon character on it. A pair of white athletic socks covered his feet and were pulled up to just below his knees. A pair of gray stripes ran around the top edge. Both of my men had very realistic, carefully constructed, bulging pouches.
I could make very accurate judgements about my customers based on their reaction to my pair of manikin "guards". When the customers were women (and believe it or not, most men's underwear is purchased by women), I could tell what really appealed to them even if they asked about basic items. When the buyers were men I could determine if they should be left alone or if I could work up an interesting conversation. Some of the conversations ended up in very interesting situations.
My name is Erik and I had decided that I wanted to buy some hot boxerbriefs. I would be heading back to school for my senior year in just one week. I had never really done anything gay but I spent lots of time jerking off to the gay porn online. I didn't buy into any pay porn sites but many of them had preview pages with guys stripped down to their briefs or boxers. It seemed like everytime I spotted a near naked guy in just his briefs I would get hard and cum with just a few strokes. I visited a lot of the free groups with hard X porn but naked guys even getting sucked didn't excite me as much as when the guys were shown still wearing boxers or briefs or jocks. My favorite jpeg that I had saved to a secured area on my drive showed a young guy kneeling in front of his buddy. Both were dressed only in their underwear. The kneeling guy had on black boxerbriefs. I could not tell what brand but they showed his package real well and looked so hot. His standing buddy had on white briefs. The briefs had been pulled down to below his balls and his hard cock was inches from the open, wet lips of his friend. I wanted those black boxerbriefs. I wanted to be kneeling in front of some buddy of my own.
Once a young man came into the department and couldn't take his eyes of either of my paper mache men. He was in his teens and had a nice young man body, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. It was that classic "boy becoming man" youth. The first thing that hit me were the eyes, big and dark. His feet seemed too big for his body and his hands had long, strong looking fingers. Nothing moved with grace. He moved with an awkward but athletic rhythm where hormones pushed his limbs in self conscious directions.
He wore layered t-shirts and a hooded sweatshirt. His jeans were loose and hung low on his hips. His left hand kept exploring his abs. What was it with young guys and the need to touch their own belly. I could see flashes of warm skin and plaid boxers every time his hand wandered across his abs.
The customer wandered in the aisle of briefs and kept turning and looking toward the mannequin guarded entrance. I approached and asked if I could help. He stammered, looked everywhere but at me, and replied that he needed some underwear.
I was absolutely perverse. I asked him some of the most embarrassing questions about his sizes and personal life. I wanted to know waist size as a starter. He didn't hesitate to tell me 30". I confirmed he wanted boxers. He said that most of the guys at his school wore boxers and sometimes made fun of the kids in tight whites. I then inquired about brands. I explained that if he wanted just cheap boxers he could buy FTL's or brands like that at his local discount store. I pointed out that we carried Jockey and Polo as well as deigner underwear.
I did flatter him by suggesting that someone as good looking as he was might want a designed type underwear. I suggested Calvins or 2xst and then I started making him aware of the various styles of boxers and boxer briefs. I told him how developing young men often need special considerations if they are well endowed and asked how large he was. He blushed and said that he was average. I asked if that meant that he was about 6" when erect. He turned a darker red and mumbled something that obviously was meant to be "I guess." I couldn't help myself and gave him my most concerned look, letting my eyes move down his lanky torso and settled on his package as I as suggested that he seemed to be above average in size.
I almost embarrassed him right out of the department when I asked if he needed a fly front or if he would be willing to pull the waist band of the underwear down below his cock when he used the bathroom. The word "cock" made him flinch a bit. But he collected himself and told me he always had a fly on his underwear but sometimes with his briefs he just pulI "himself" out the leg opening. I looked at his crotch as he spoke and sensed he was getting a little hard.
Iasked if he slept in his underwear and when he said yes I pressed onward about whether or not he ever had "wet dreams" while sleeping because that would require a cotton fabric to absorb the cum. This discussion really embarrassed him and a blush filled his face. I thought I might have pushed a little too hard but he simply looked nervously down at his feet and then up and around the aisles of the department.
By the time we were through we both had hard ons pressing against our clothing. My questions had led me to suggest a pair of boxer briefs by either Calvin or 2xist. He bought a box of Calvin boxer briefs in black and declined my offer the let him use the dressing rooms to try them on. He left. I was sure I would never see him again. He was in such a rush to check out that he left his change at the register, taking the bag with his purchase and scurrying of before I could hand his money back to him.
I couldn't believe the salesman at the department store. He was so sexy and he got me hard by just asking about me and my underwear. By the time I had picked out the black Calvins I was leaking precum. I was afraid it might leak through my jeans and actually show. I got out of there as fast as I could and headed home. I kept looking into the bag as I drove and even slipped the pair of underwear out of the box so I could feel them and hold them against my skin.
I was stripped naked within minutes of getting to my room and slid the cotton Calvins up my legs and over my rigid cock. I stood at my mirror and felt my cock and balls. I lasted about two minutes that afternoon. I shot my load while wearing the underwear and let the cum cover my cock and pubes. It was quickly absorbed by the cloth and filled the room with that unique smell. An hour later I was doing it again. By the next morning there were four loads of drying teen cum soaked into the stiff cloth. The last load was jerked into the fabric as I lay in bed. Needless the say I did a special load of laundry myself the next morning.
A few weeks later, on a Sunday, the same young man returned to my underwear department. He browsed for several minutes and when I approached him he again said that he needed some underwear. He smiled at me and continued that maybe I could help him make a decision and then let him try them on.
His short cropped hair was hidden by a baseball cap today. The bill was pulled low over his face almost as if her were using it as a disguise. The hooded sweatshirt was gone but he wore two t-shirts layered over each other.
I let him know that I recalled his last visit and asked if he liked the Calvins. He blushed just a bit and told me yes. He even wore them to school and changed in the locker room without anyone making a comment.
"I figured someone would say something cause they were so hot looking. A few guys looked but nobody said anything."
I complimented him on his choice during his previous shopping trip and told him that he had a credit at the store because he had neglected to take his change. I asked if he wanted more Calvins because I was sure he was right when he said that they were hot looking.
Before he could answer I pointed him toward the 2xist display and picked out several boxerbriefs in both black and white. I also took various Calvin boxerbriefs and then picked a low rise traditional brief in both Calvin and 2xist.
I directed him to the dressing rooms but instead of leading him to the left where individual dressing rooms lined the walls I led him to the right where the tailor had a room for fitting our customers. It had a riser that the customer could stand on and a large three panel mirror. The young man looked around a bit confused when he realized there was no private changing room.
I laid out the several pairs of underwear and motioned for him to stand up on the low platform.
I had "used the Calvins several times these past few days. The best day was when school had started up and I wore them. I had P.E. that day and knew I would be stripping down in front of my classmates. I had a hardon for most of the morning. When I did undress I tried to do it as casually as possible. I noticed a few heads turn and check me out. I loved the feeling. The best part was realizing that my buddy Adam was paying special attention.
I finished the day at school sporting a half-a-hard on most of the time. When I got home I tried to undress in front of my mirror to see what I must have looked like to the other guys in gym. I loved the feel. I reached in and grabbed my teen cock. I moved my fingers down the shaft until they were buried in my pubes. Gripping the base of my boner I squeezed and let my fingers explore my balls. I think I lasted less than 5 minutes before I blew.
I needed more of these and had my chance on a Sunday afternoon. I returned to the store wearing the very shorts I had bought there a few weeks earlier. The same salesman was on duty.
He gathered some underwear from a few different displays and showed me to the dressing room area. It was not the usual place for trying on clothes. There was a big three panel mirror and a low box to stand on. There were no private changing rooms. I had made up my mind within seconds that I would let the day take me wherever it went. I was horny and I hoped he was also.
"Let's have you up here and find out which of these is the best for you."
I pointed the young man up onto the platform and waited without additional instructions. I figured that I would let him decide what he was willing to do.
He hesitated for a moment and then leaned over to unlace his giant sneakers. I could immediately tell he was wearing the black Calvins from last time. The waistband showed above his jeans when his t-shirts rose up his strong back. He stood and began unbottoning his jeans. I was hard by the time his zipper was pulled down. He stepped out of the jeans and tossed them aside. Still wearing his t's, he stood there looking a bit embarrassed but very hot. His cock and balls filled the pouch of the briefs and his teen legs rose to create the perfect butt.
I opened a box of 2xist boxerbriefs with a fly and handed them to him. I waited again. Seconds ticked by as his mind work and then in a moment he turned, slipped his underwear off and stepped into the new gear. I had a great view of his smooth ass and even a glimpse of his balls hanging between his legs.
He turned and faced me. I had to comment. "Wow!, You are so hot in those."
He blushed and his hand absently pawed at his abs and hips. "Left that shirt up so I can check for the fit of the waist."
He followed my suggestion and then some, lifting the shirt and pulling it over his head and off. He now stood there dressed only in the boxerbriefs.
Within moments I knew what the salesman wanted. I was going to do my best to give him all that I cold bring myself to offer. Standing on the box made me feel so very special. I stripped and pulled on the underwear. My cock started to swell and tent them. I wanted him to see me. I wanted to know he desired me.
"These do feel great. I think they fit ok." I said turning to him and running my hand over my cock and down to cup my balls. "Are these what you are wearing?"
"No. I have on white briefs. They are the Calvin low rise."
I could not believe this kid was so open and forward. I wondered if I was seducing him or he was seducing me.
"Would you like to see them?"
I knew that within minutes I would be acting out my fantasy. I would be kneeling at this guys feet, His white briefs would be pulled down and tucked under his balls and my virgin lips would be warmly sucking his cock.