Amazing Shopping Trip 1

Sure, I had played around with a lot of hard young urban studs (boy candy) in my younger days, but here I was, thirty-two years old, and happily married for five years, when this young sprite of a boy gives me "the look."

I was downtown one afternoon looking in specialty stores for the perfect Xmas present for my petite but sexually aggressive wife, and was just finishing up at a really hot lingerie store, the kind with plenty of novelties and toys. As I was putting the silver thong (for me), silky black panties (for her), a leather cock ring and a bottle of poppers on the counter, I noticed another male customer giving me the eye.

Actually, I noticed him because he was so cute. Early twenties, slim build, about 5'8". Topped with a medium length mop of light brown locks that just crested his forehead and ears. The heavy winter coat covered up a lot, but I knew what was inside--- a slim young stud with raging hormones, just like I was a few years ago.

It didn't hurt that the store, and its erotic goods and displays, had every customer, including me, a little more stimulated than usual. He stared from across the store, where he was standing in front of the men's section, a crotch mannequin with a black leather bikini just over his shoulder. The mannequin's bulging sack was not meant as a passive display.

I figured his gaydar might have went off because my eyes were burning through the layers of his winter clothes to imagine my long-ago nights with guys just like him. When our eyes met, he gave me a lurid smile as if he knew just what was going through my mind---"the look" that acknowledges a shared interest in a possible sexual encounter.

But his look didn't lead to anything, and I completed my checkout; I guess he figured I was just one of those married guys enjoying some eye candy.

He left at the same time I did though, holding the narrow door open so that I could rub past him. He smiled again as he followed me out, and said: "It looks like you've got a hot night ahead."

My obviously stuttered answer was positive enough to not scare him away, though. So he went on from just over my shoulder: "Bet you'll look really great in those black panties."

This suggestion was accompanied by a little smirk that invited comment.

This time, my response was a little less verbally coherent, conveyed more by my awkward grin than my words: "So, I guess you would be the stud with the thong?"

"Whatever," he said with a horny grin, and, after a little more small talk, and confirmation that I was a happily married suburbanite, sheepishly invited me to join him at his nearby apartment for a "no strings attached" encounter.

"I don't usually go in for street trade," he quipped as we walked the few blocks, "But my friend is away for a couple of days, and I've just been so horny lately. You look like the perfect "anonymous" friend to help me out without my friend finding out."

We entered the small apartment after walking up three flights of stairs where I followed behind, imagining the tight little ass under the coat, and fantasizing about his "friend," no doubt a hot young stud who kept his needs very well-met.

Inside the apartment, he hung up his coat on the coat rack, and invited me to do the same before moving into the tiny living room. I also left my bag of "treasures" in the pocket of my coat.

There was a picture in the hall of him and a really attractive young girl (probably his sister), but nothing else of a personal nature. The typical young person's cramped and sparsely furnished apartment.

As I entered the small living room, he approached me with a firm hug and a kiss that immediately became a tongue-wrestling event, as we groped each other while standing up.

He broke the kiss to retrieve my bag. As he returned, pretending to rummage in the small bag, he said, "Let's see what we have here," suggestively pulling out the silvery thong which he held up to his crotch, then the black silky panties which he jiggled in front of me. He also fished out the cock ring and the Popper bottle.

"Let's go in the bedroom so we can try this stuff out," he said, walking toward the small bedroom. He reached back to hand me the panties, saying," these should be pretty cute on you. "

Once we got into the room, he opened a drawer full of his "friend's" lingerie, and it was only then that I realized that this was not your ordinary flaming queen. He was, at best "bi" like me, with a girlfriend whose dresses and lingerie filled every available flat surface---just like my wife's stuff.

I thought about getting to know him better, maybe to make some small talk about our common interests, but he had already begun to strip down, removing his sweater and polo shirt, and starting to unbuckle his belt and slide his zipper down.

Here was a really fine young man, light brown toussled hair, medium to thin build and height, who was obviously looking for sex, not small talk. I remembered, too, that horny twenty-somethings were seldom into relationship building.

With his belt and jeans zipper down, he stopped long enough to close the blinds, giving us just the right amount of intimacy. Then he came back toward me, as I was starting to unbutton my shirt, and seductively approached me, eye-to-eye, and parted his loosened pants to expose a green nylon brief-covered lump growing inside.

I got my shirt off and belt unbuckled before we made contact, returning again to our lip-locked wrestling contest. This time, he focused on grinding his hard package against me, until, with his arms around my shoulders, he started to push me downward, along his smooth chest. And further down still until I was kneeling in front of his opened zipper, the purple cock head already sprouting past his waistband.

So, I reached in to the unzipped opening to explore what was bursting to get out. After placing the head of his medium-sized cut cock into my mouth, I used my hands to slide his jeans, then his briefs, down to his knees, and leaned him back on the bed, so I could get serious about licking his cock, while exposing the fine fur of his balls, and tight little ass. He was just laying back, looking at the ceiling, and sort of giggling with each wet lick of his balls, probably dreaming about how his "friend" never hit just the right places that a man can.

I licked him all over for about twenty minutes while trying my best to wiggle out of my pants. By the time they came off, my cock was tenting my briefs, and his cock was just getting harder and harder, with giggles turning to manly grunts, and his cock forcing back deeper and deeper down my throat.

After all those years, I wasn't sure if I could manage a "deep throat" but when enough pre-cum and saliva oozed out as a lubricant, I felt the familiar "pop" as his head entered the pleasure zone, then gradually found a rhythm. And he was gasping with each pop.

The juicy drippings really made for a great massage oil as my hands reached everywhere, and probed his little rosebud.

Without his cock leaving my mouth we repositioned on the bed, with me laying backward, and him above force-fucking my mouth and throat to the familiar chants which he couldn't hold back: "Ohhh! Ahhh! Yesss! Suckkk Meee!" The image of his hips driving this thing into my throat was as unforgettable as the seet rod sliding down my throat.

My throat was just getting ready for a cum bathe, when he abruptly pulled out, rolled onto his side and reached down to rub my tented briefs. I guess he just didn't want it to end too soon.

Once we each caught our breathe, he started to pull my briefs down so I was looking forward to a 69, and his lips around my cock. But he pulled away, and said with a grin, "Let's get into our new clothes before we forget why we got together."

With that, he jumped up and pulled on the silvery thong until it stretched into place over his dripping meat. God, he was beautiful.

Then after a suggestive little dance which ended when he reached me, he slid my briefs down, and raised me off the bed to slide the silky black panties on. I rose, and we kissed and ground our silky crotches together for a few minutes before he abruptly turned away again---no doubt to flash his sweet ass.

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written by spguy231