The Shopping Trip For Underwear

Hugh climbed off the Lifecycle dripping with sweat and began to walk around the gym to cool down. The walls were covered in mirrors so that he could see his own reflection wherever he looked so that it was unnecessary to be covert. He took a great deal of satisfaction in what he saw reflected. He'd lost nearly fifty pounds over the past eight months, and the rigorous exercise to which he'd subjected himself had kept his skin tight and had greatly improved his posture.

In the locker room, he stripped and showered before putting on clean underwear, fresh shorts and a tee shirt. He'd recently allowed his hair to grow a little longer, and he stood naked before the lavatory mirror as he blow dried it. He was the only one in the locker room that Saturday afternoon, and he openly examined himself in the mirror with pride and approval. Not only had he lost the weight, while keeping his skin tight and improving his posture, he now had, at forty-four, the kind of body he'd always wanted. As a teenager he'd been too skinny. For a brief two or three year period in his early to mid-twenties, he'd been about average in size and weight but without being in very good shape. For the last twenty years he'd been moving slowly but steadily up the weight scale to the point that he'd packed nearly two hundred twenty pounds onto his six foot frame, most of it in his gut, butt and thighs. Now at one seventy, his broad shoulders had turned from vaguely blubbery to hard, corded muscle, and his incipient titties had become well-defined, very masculine pectorals. Without striking a pose, he flexed his arms and chest and was also very pleased by the bulk and definition he'd achieved in those muscles.

But it was his stomach, abdomen, buttocks and thighs that he'd worked the hardest on and which showed the most results. Poochy and drooping ten months ago, his stomach and abdomenals were now flat and displayed the rippling, washboard effect of well developed and well trained muscles. His butt was no longer flabby but firm and muscular while still retaining its rather sexy, round fleshiness. His long thighs were lean and corded with muscle which dimpled and rippled as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other.

And the dark tan helped. He'd always had silky smooth skin, almost hairless except for his pelvic area, and it still retained its boyish smoothness, even with the dark tan. When he joined Gold's, he'd also signed on for access to the tanning beds, and he'd taken ample advantage of them as his reward of self-indulgence. He'd gotten sunburned a couple times early on, particularly on his butt and abdomen and pelvis and upper thighs which had never been exposed to ultraviolet rays before, but now he was a uniform a dark tan all over his body, even his genitals.

The change in his genitals was the unanticipated improvement produced by his training program. He'd lost the layer of fat around the base of his cock, lower pelvic area and upper thighs, with the result that his cock now appeared to be an inch and half or two inches longer. It also seemed fuller as did his scrotum and testicles. He looked again at his scrotum which, unlike other guys' he'd seen in the locker room, was hairless and smooth-skinned, unwrinkled and tanned like the rest of body.

His dark blond hair had become sun streaked from his hours in the tanning beds as had his pubic hair. That was virtually the only visible hair on his torso. Softly curling in a relatively sparse, palm sized thatch above his cock, it grew to a small peak in the middle of the horizontal border at the top of the thatch and trailed a golden line up to his navel and slightly past before dissipating into an almost invisible fuzz and then disappearing altogether.

Yes, he thought, it was true that before beginning his regimen of diet and heavy exercise, he'd looked closer to fifty than forty-four, but now he looked much closer to thirty. In fact, one of the young guys who frequented the gym had made a comment the other day that made it clear that he'd judged him to be in his late twenties or early thirties. Good thing that his sun streaked blond hair disguised the gray that sprinkled his hair.

Altogether he was very pleased at the results of the last eight months' work. On a more a personal level, he took a kind of spiteful, secret delight at the air of general dismay that had overtaken Sandra a few months ago as it became clear that his efforts were going to produce results far beyond what she had believed possible. They'd been married for twenty-one years and had had two children within two and a half years. Paul was a junior at the University and Susan a sophomore. By the twelfth year of their marriage, Hugh had assumed approximately the same status with Sandra as their cat, Bullmoose - an object of conspicuous, doting affection in public but in truth a object of benign indifference.

Hugh had tried for four or five years to rekindle some of what he had taken to be romantic love and sexual attraction, but Sandra had remained steadfastly indifferent. He'd finally come to believe in Freud's theory of penis envy - at least insofar as his own marriage was concerned. He wasn't sure what he'd done to arouse what he now considered a kind of hatred in Sandra, but he'd long since given up trying to make their relationship any more than it was. Sandra had somewhat indifferently submitted to what she considered her wifely duty a half dozen times a year - always, however, upon the condition that Hugh initiate the encounter and woo her through the kind of ritualistic mating game that he'd employed when they were in college.

He'd frankly lost interest and no longer cared whether or not she was willing or had any interest. Over a period of two years prior to beginning his regimen of diet and exercise, he'd become impotent and really didn't care about that either, except that he'd lost his sense of manhood and for that reason often fantasized about various forms of sexual activities.

To his own surprise, he'd found most of those fantasies during the last year and a half to involve other men. He had developed a surreptitious interest in homosexual pornography. He fantasized about having his cock sucked by various male acquaintances and sometimes by men he encountered casually around the city. He also imagined their naked forms and what it would be like to perform oral sex upon them. At first sodomy had no place in his fantasies, and then it had, both on the giving and receiving side.

These fantasies had been the real instigation of his diet and exercise program. He'd looked at himself in the mirror and had realized that such a pitiful body would attract no one. As he had lost weight and his body had begun to achieve some real attractiveness for the first time, Sandra had, in her sweetly arrogant way, assumed that it was for her benefit and had coyly readied herself for his advances. When none were forthcoming, she'd even tried to seduce him, but he'd pretended to be unaware of her siren's song. He had begun to have wet dreams again, and his penis often hardened during his sleep. Sandra was, of course, aware, but Hugh had pretended that he assumed that she was unaware and had made no advances.

Beginning about two months ago, he'd begun to leave the realm of fantasy and actually plan how he might establish a sexual liaison with another male. At first, this planning had had a large measure of fantasy interspersed with it since he did not really believe that any of it would ever be realized. Lately, however, his thoughts had become more purposeful but still only vaguely thought through. As he completed drying his hair and examining his new physical persona in the mirror, he suddenly realized that if he were another man similarly inclined, he'd go for the body reflected in the mirror in a big way.

As he slipped on a pair of clean boxer shorts, he realized that they were old, torn in the crotch and stretched to fit what had been his forty-three inch waist rather than the thirty-three inches he now measured. He finished dressing and left Gold's, more than one pair of eyes of more than one gender watching him with open sexual interest.

On his drive home he passed the Galleria and suddenly remembered that he'd seen an advertisement for Dillard's sale in Jockey underwear. He turned suddenly into the Mall's parking lot and parked near the west entrance of Dillard's. He walked directly into the Men's Department and with only brief wandering found the underwear counter. He was rather helplessly examining the several models of Jockey underwear when a young salesman approached.

"Can I help you find anything, sir?"

"No. Wait! Well, I'm not sure. I saw your Jockey sale ad in the paper, and I need a whole new wardrobe of underwear, but now that I see the choices, I don't know what to get."

"What have you been wearing, sir?"

"Boxers. But I've lost a lot of weight and its all too big, and I was thinking of changing styles. Do you have recommendations? What are most men wearing now?"

"Well, sir, it depends. Boxer are probably the most popular and the classic Jockey briefs the next most popular. The bikinis are really comfortable. I like them a lot. But some people think that these mid-thigh briefs are the most comfortable and provide more support for, uh, y'know. . . ." He trailed off in confused embarrassment. "What size do you wear?"

"Well, I'm not sure. I'm thirty-three in the waist, but I see you only have thirty-twos and thirty-fours. Which should I get?"

The young man took a step back and looked at Hugh appraisingly. Surprisingly, he blushed deeply. Hugh had not paid him that much attention until the blush, but now he looked more closely. Hugh judged him to be about twenty years old - maybe a college upperclassman. He had a very fresh, innocent look about him. Reddish blond hair and ruddy complexion with a light sprinkle of freckles. About five eleven and lissome build and good posture. His engraved plastic name tag identified him as "Ashley Davidson."

Ashley now opined, "Well, the bikini has a larger genital pouch that gives more easily, so I'd try a thirty-two there. If you go in more for comfort, the boxers and classic briefs might do better in a thirty-four. I'm not sure about the midthigh briefs. Probably a thirty-two would do okay, but a thirty-four may be more comfortable."

Hugh was debating with himself when a woman's voice announced over the PA, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Dillard's will be closing in five minutes. Please complete your purchases. Dillard's appreciates your business and hopes that you will come again soon."

Hugh said, "Gee, I didn't realize it was so late. I can come back another day."

"Oh, No, sir. That's alright. Take your time. I'm closing the Men's Department sales stations tonight, and I'll stay as long as you need." Then he smiled at Hugh engagingly, "As long as you don't want to stay 'til midnight."

Hugh chuckled appreciatively. "Thanks. I don't think it'll take that long. Look, I think I'll buy one thirty-two midthigh brief, one thirty-four midthigh, and a thirty-two bikini now. If I can I'd like to go to a dressing room and try them all on, and whichever one fits best and is most comfortable, I'll probably buy eleven more pairs. You got time for that? It may take fifteen or twenty minutes."

"Sure I do. But the custodian will be cleaning the dressing rooms now. Do you mind using the tailor's workroom? He and his staff are gone now, and you can lock the door."

"That'll be fine."

"I'll show you where it is, and while you try it on, I'll be closing the other sales stations except this one. I'll come back when I've finished."

Hugh paid for his purchase, and the young man rang it up and gave him his change. Then he showed Hugh to the tailor's workroom and left. Hugh took off his Bermuda shorts and ragged boxers and then thought he'd get a better idea without his tee shirt on. He knew his sneakers would hang up in the underwear, so he also removed them and stood before the three paneled mirror completely naked. He tried on the heather grey string bikinis first. They were quite comfortable, and Hugh was very taken with the way they looked on him. Being on the slightly smaller side, they fit snugly. The string bikinis were cut high, exposing the boney points at the corners of his pelvis, the soft cotton genital pouch was filled but comfortable. Hugh kind of liked it that it exposed the shape of his basket, the shape, veins and curves of his cock and as well as the swollen egg-shaped balls rather explicitly and that the fine line of pubic hair running from the center of his thatch toward his stomach escaped a few inches from the waistband in a most tantalizing way.

The midthigh thirty-twos were perhaps more comfortable and supportive and also looked good on him since they hugged his body tightly wherever they covered. The genital pouch also bulged attractively.

He was just stepping into the midthigh thirty-fours when there was a knock on the door. Hugh padded to the door and unlocked it to let the young salesman in. Hugh looked at his name tag again as he relocked the door. "Ashley Davidson, I'm Hugh Harley. Maybe we belong together. Get it? Harley-Davidson. What do they call you? Ashley?"

"Ash. Everybody calls me Ash." Ash was in fact rather startled to find Hugh clad only in the midthigh briefs. He'd somehow expected that Hugh would simply hastily slip them on and off to get an idea of sizing and fit. He looked at him and then looked quickly away. Gosh, he thought, he WAS really built well. Even better than he'd looked in his Bermudas and tee shirt.

Hugh had stepped back before the mirror and was examining the effect and the fit. "These are VERY comfortable, but the thirty-twos weren't all that far behind, and they were certainly less baggy. What do you think?"

"I don't know. Those do look a little big, but underwear is a very personal choice, you know. Try on the thirty-twos and let me see how they fit." He looked ostentatiously away as Hugh slipped the shorts to his ankles and stepped out. Everywhere he looked, though, there was a mirror in which Hugh's image was reflected. Gosh! Ashley thought, this guy - Hugh? - is really hung. Look at that tan! All over!

Hugh had pulled on the midthigh thirty-twos and was standing before the mirror, turning to examine the fit. "What do you think?" he asked.

Ash walked around, looking. The jersey hugged his body closely without sagging or wrinkling. Boy! Look at the way they fit around his butt. You can even see the crack. Ash motioned Hugh to turn around and felt his blood rising to his face as he was greeted by the clear outline of his cock and testicles beneath the yielding jersey. He looked at the line of blond hair rising from the waistband and the rippling stomach muscles. The long, bunching muscles on the front top of his thighs seemed to stand out even more beneath the white cotton knit. Ash noted an unusual pounding of his heart as he examined the fit and without warning or expectation felt his own cock start to stir.

"If those are comfortable, you ought to get those. You, uh, really look, uh, good in them." Ash's face felt like it was on fire and unaccountably the heat in his loins was beginning to kindle. "Uh, have you tried on the bikinis?"

"Yeah, their really comfortable, too."

"Do you mind trying them again?"

"No. I appreciate your help."

This time Ash didn't turn away when Hugh slid the shorts down to his ankles and stepped out. Gosh, his cock is even tan! Ash thought that he had never seen such attractive genitals. He even found himself thinking of them as "beautiful." Hugh pulled on the bikinis and looked at himself in the mirror. Ashley stared open-mouthed and licked his lips to moisten the suddenly dry skin. He looked like a Jockey advertisement except that no air brush had been used to conceal the clear outline of the genitals. He felt his cock lengthening and swelling.

"You definitely ought to get at least some of those," he said hoarsely, staring.

Hugh was struck by Ash's attitude and suddenly realized that the young man was being sexually turned on by the modeling.

"What kind of underwear do you wear, Ash?"

Ash felt near tears by the stress of what was taking place. "Uh, actually I'm wearing some midthigh knits I got from Walmart."

"Really! How are they?"

"Well, they're, uh, cheaper. Only thing is they don't have a fly, but that doesn't bother me much."

"Would you, uh, mind showing me?"

Ash's face now paled as he realized that modeling his underwear would reveal his swollen condition. He didn't know how to avoid it, however, and hoped that his condition would normalize before he'd disrobed. He took off his jacket and started to undo his trousers. He kicked of his loafers and stepped out of the trousers. He was grateful that his shirttail covered him.

"Hmmm," Hugh said, now beginning to become somewhat turned himself. The kid was very attractive from what he could see. "Mind taking off your shirt so I can see?"

Ash was now miserable in his embarrassment. His condition had gotten worse instead of more normal. He turned slightly away, loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off. Hugh stared at his fresh-skinned, well-muscled back. Slender but well-muscled and a very nice ass, he thought.

"Looks like a good fit in the back. How does it fit in front? Mind turning around?"

Ash, his face flaming, reluctantly turned. Hugh's eyes widened at seeing the large semi- erect cock in the confines of the genital pouch. His own immediately began to lengthen and stir. Hugh, however, pretended to be unaware of both his and Ash's condition.

He asked, "How about the pouch? Is it comfortable for your genitals?"

Hugh thought that the young man looked like a doe trapped by predatory hunters as Ash looked at him, wide-eyed, embarrassed and yet caught in the throe of an urge that threatened to overwhelm him.

"Uh, yeah. It's p-pretty comfortable." His voice trembled hoarsely.

Hugh was, by this time, not about to let this good-looking young kid get away - not when what had been so much on his mind was so close to fruition.

With studied casualness, he asked, "Your a little more slender than me, but would you mind if I tried them on? I could at least get an idea, and I might like this better."

"Uh, I-I g-g-guess so," Ash said, miserably. Would this highly charged situation never come to an end?

Hugh pulled the bikinis to his feet and stepped out of them. He already knew he was going to get at least half dozen pairs of them.

Ash, with somewhat less alacrity, half turned away and pulled his briefs down and off. He handed them to Hugh without looking at him.

Hugh handed him his own bikinis. "Here. You might want to get idea of what these are like." Hugh stepped into the still warm, knit mid-thigh length briefs and pulled them on. They were tight, but they stretched over his lower trunk rather easily. Ash, meanwhile, had pulled on Hugh's briefs and stood helplessly awaiting Hugh's further directions.

Hugh looked into the mirror and then turned to face Ash. "What d'you think?" Ash stared at the clearly molded cock and testicles, now further extended and swollen. He could even discern the circumcised head and the corona that encircled it at the bottom. He was helplessly aware that his own cock now stuck out straight and hard in the pouch of the looser bikinis. He looked at Hugh, his eyes tearing in embarrassment.

Hugh finally acknowledged Ash's condition. "Gee, kid. I-I don't know what t-to say." He stepped closer and placed his finger under Ash's chin to lift his downcast eyes. "Don't be ashamed Ash. It's okay."

Hugh pushed the briefs he was wearing to his ankles and stepped out of them, released the restraints that his will was imposing upon his body and allowed his own cock to swell and harden. Ashley's embarrassment began to recede and he looked wonderingly, first, at Hugh's swelling cock and then into his eyes. Hugh took a deep breath, sighed and then stepped close to Ash, and with trembling hand he touched the protrusion in the pouch of the bikinis. The hard cock jerked at his touch. Hugh reached for the waistband of the bikinis and pushed them downward. After the elastic had passed the protruding staff and Ash's rounded buttocks, the bikinis fell to the floor, and Hugh and Ash stood facing each other completely naked.

Hugh reached for Ash's pliant hand and placed it on his cock. Ash's hand instinctively grasped it, and Hugh moved his hand to Ash's beautiful young cock and squeezed. He lowered his head a couple of inches and gently pressed his lips against Ash's. Ash's posture stiffened, but he did not pull away. Hugh touched Ash's lips with his tongue, and suddenly Ash's mouth opened and his tongue stroked Hugh's, entering Hugh's mouth fully. Hugh stepped even closer, the head of his cock pressing against Ash's pubic hair. Ash loosened his grasp on Hugh's genitals, and his arms wrapped tightly around Hugh's lean, muscular waist as his hands dropped to Hugh's muscular buttocks and pulled him more closely to him.

Hugh, almost breathless in anticipation, took Ash by the hand and led him across the room to a straight chair and half pushed, half encouraged him to sit. Hugh knelt before Ash, pushed his knees apart and moved between them. He looked longingly at the young man's rock hard cock, testicles and pubic hair. Ash's cock was about six inches long, average in circumference but perfectly straight. He was uncircumcised, and his foreskin partially covered his rosy tan cockhead. His scrotum was a rosy flesh color and was smooth and hairless. The reddish blond pubic hair curled softly in a moderately light growth and his flesh was clearly visible through the adolescent thatch. Resting his elbows on Ash's splayed thighs, Hugh again grasped Ash's cock and squeezed softly, moving his hand downward to pull the foreskin back from the head of the kid's cock. A small amount of preseminal fluid oozed from the swollen, darker hued lips of the tiny mouth at the tip Ash's cock. With his forefinger, Hugh spread it over the engorged cockhead. Ash's buttocks tightened in reaction to Hugh's touch on his sensitive, uncircumcised glans, thrusting his cock forward slightly, yearningly, for more attention.

Hugh looked up into Ash's face and found him looking at him with an expression of urgent need.

Ash whispered hoarsely, "I-I've n-n-never d-done anything like this b-b-before, Hugh!"

Hugh said softly, "Neither have I, Ash."

Then, pulling the skin of Ash's penis tightly back from the glans, he lowered his head and, opening his lips, took the head of Ash's cock into his mouth. Hugh's tasted the pungent, salty sweet taste of the preseminal secretions spread over Ash's cockhead and discovered that he liked it. Swirling his wet tongue around and over the smooth skin of the glans, he relished the feel and taste of it in his salivating mouth. He began to slide his lips down the shaft, savoring the feel of the young cock with his tongue and enjoying the feeling of being filled with the throbbing flesh. His tongue sought out and felt every swollen vessel and rigid muscle of the virile young cock. As the smooth head of Ash's pressed into the back of his mouth and his throat, his lips pressed against the flesh of Ash's pelvis at the base of the throbbing shaft and his nose buried itself in the curling pubic hair and the highly erotic male scent which clung to it.

Ash, meanwhile, watched in erotic amazement as his hard cock disappeared into Hugh's sweetly sucking mouth and realized that he wasn't going to be able to last very long. He watched as the lips slid up the saliva slickened shaft and the wet tongue curved lovingly around the sensitive area of the uncircumcised cock head immediately beneath the pouting lips of the opening at the tip. As Hugh's lips began to slide back down the down the pulsating shaft, Ash involuntarily tightened his buttocks and thrust suggestively forward into Hugh's mouth. Hugh commenced long, smooth piston-like strokes up down Ash's cock from base to corona and back down again. Ash's hands moved of their own volition to the sides of Hugh's face and stroked his cheeks and the corners of his stretched mouth.

"I think I'm going to cum any second," he gasped to Hugh.

Hugh did not alter his rhythm but grasped and gently squeezed Ash's scrotum and egg- shaped testicles. The hard cock swelled and lengthened in Hugh's mouth and began to spasm and jerk. The first long, heavy jet of hot semen hit the roof of Hugh's mouth with palpable force, only to be followed by another, then another and yet another. Hugh felt flooded with the salty sweet nectar. He swallowed rapidly only to be filled by another a series of pulsating streams. He kept swallowing until the ejaculation began to subside, and then he swished the remaining cum in his mouth around the head of Ash's cock.

Ash's cock began to soften, but Hugh did not remove his mouth as he continued to nurse the flesh with the soft sucking of his mouth and stroke it with his tongue. To his delighted amazement the young cock began to harden again and he renewed his up and down movement. This time he enjoyed perhaps fifteen minutes of uninterrupted sucking before Ash again flooded his mouth.

Ash had leaned forward, still buried in Hugh's mouth, and embraced the dark blond head in his crotch and was stroking Hugh's back suggestively when a knock sounded on the door.

"Mr. Yablonski," a security guard's voice called to the tailor he assumed to be behind the locked doors, "I'll be back in ten minutes to set the store alarms, so you need to finish up and leave before I get back."

Hugh stood and licked his lips clean of the last traces of semen clinging to them. He still had a huge erection.

"Come on, Ash. We'd better get dressed and get out before he comes back."

Ash looked rebellious and unhappy, but he complied and began to dress. Minutes later they slipped through the side door into the dark parking lot of the Mall.

Ash clearly wanted to say something, "Hugh, I . . ."

"I know, Ash. Me, too. I'll be back next week to get my underwear." And with that Hugh trotted to his car. Ash stood in the parking lot watching him leave with a sense of incompletion and frustration.

Hugh unexpectedly had to leave town for four days the following Monday morning to interview two expert witnesses in case that was coming to trial in a few weeks. One of the nice things about his Gold's membership was the open reciprocity with other gyms in virtually all major cities, and so he was able to continue his exercise regimen. Everytime he worked out, he occupied his mind by reliving the wonderful experience with Ash. He though about him in bed at night before he went to sleep and awoke every morning with erection and Ash filling his thoughts and imagination.

The following Friday afternoon, he rushed to Dillard's and wandered through the Men's Department looking for him. He wasn't there - that is, he wasn't on the floor. Perhaps he was in a storeroom or somewhere in the back of the store.

He approached an older man on the floor who was wearing a nameplate which designated him as the department manager. "Excuse me, sir. I had talked to a young salesman last weekend about a suit. Ashley Davidson. Is he here?"

The manager looked taken aback. "No. He called in yesterday and quit. I was sorry. He was such a polite and helpful young man. Maybe you could describe the suit to me."

Hugh was crushed. "No, no. I'll come back later. I'm surprised. I talked to him awhile, and he seemed very happy here. Did he say why he was quitting?"

"No, he didn't. I thought he was happy here, too. He seemed nervous and anxious all week and kept looking like he was looking for someone every night. I hope no one was after him."

"Uh, do you have address? I, uh, would like to, uh, talk to him about, uh-uhm, the suit. I can't remember its make or the exact color," Hugh said lamely.

The manager looked at Hugh suspiciously, torn between the desire to be helpful and wanting to protect Ash's privacy. Finally, he shrugged peevishly. "No, I don't have an address. He doesn't live in Gotham. He's a student at the University. I think he lives in a dorm there."

"Thanks," Hugh said, turning to leave.

In his car, he called University information on his cellular phone and got a number for Ash's dormitory room. He was about to hang-up when someone answered on about the sixth or seventh ring. It wasn't Ash.

"Is Ash there."

"No, he's not. Can I take a message?"

"Is this his roommate?"

"No. This is Jack Sullivan. I live next door and was passing by when I heard his phone."

"Uh, this is his uncle. I was just passing through, and I hoped to have supper with him. Do you know where I can find him?"

"Uh, I think that he's down at Scottie's, a, uh, beer joint near campus."

"Thanks." Hugh called information and got Scottie's number and dialed it. When someone answered, he got the address and drove there.

He entered and stood by the front door as he surveyed the crowded room. There! There he was at the back of the bar at a table with six or seven other young men and women. He stood out from the group because they were all laughing and roughhousing while he remained quiet and rather abstracted - clearly removed in mind and spirit from the gaiety of the group. Hugh was struck afresh by his boyishly innocent good looks and experienced an unexpected warm feeling of real affection for the young man. About that time, a small frown creased Ash's eyebrows, and he looked to either side and behind him. Seeing nothing and no one, he settled back down in his chair and lifted his beer mug. As he tilted his head to take a drink, he looked over his mug and spied Hugh. He set his mug on the table, two red splotches appearing on his fair cheeks. He leaned toward the guy sitting next to him, whispered in his ear and got up and walked toward the door. He passed Hugh without acknowledgment and walked out the entry.

Hugh quietly followed and found Ash standing a few feet from the door in the edge of the parking lot. Hugh approached him. Ash had his hands in the pockets of his jeans with his head tilted back as he gazed at the star-filled sky, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.

As Hugh approached, Ash said without looking at him, "I watched for you every night this week, and then Wednesday night I was sure you weren't coming. I don't know why or how you found me tonight or what you want, but go ahead and say what you came for so I can get back to my friends."

"I'm sorry, Ash. If I'd known how to get hold of you, I would have called. I had to leave town unexpectedly for Columbus, Ohio, on Monday and was gone until today. I just dropped my briefcase off at the office and checked telephone calls before coming to Dillard's to talk to you. That's when I found that you'd quit. I found out you were a student at the University and ran you down from there. I couldn't wait to see you. I've wanted to talk to you all week. Should have waited five minutes to get your phone number and address last Saturday night."

As he finished, he saw that Ash was now looking him with an expression of relief and happiness, and the tears that had been gathering in his eyes had now overflowed and were rolling down his cheeks.

Hugh looked at him and smiled, "I'd planned to ask you to have supper with me. Have you eaten."

Ash swallowed and shook his head negatively.

"Want to eat with me?"

Ash took in a deep breath and let it out with an explosive sigh. "Yeah," he answered softly, "I'd like to eat with you."

They went to an Italian restaurant a few blocks from campus that Hugh had heard about but had never eaten at. They sat in a booth at the back, but it was still not private enough to talk about the things that Hugh had wanted to discuss, and so they exchanged personal information and histories. Ash's father was an attorney in a city in the southern part of the state. Ash was intrigued to learn that Hugh was also an attorney.

"I'm planning to go to law school, too," Ash said.

"You are? Here?"

"Yeah. It's top twenty and I don't see any need to go somewhere else."

"When will you be starting?"

"Next year."

"Your a senior now? I didn't, uh, think . . ."

". . . That I was that old? I'm twenty-one. I've always been mistaken for two to four years younger than I really am."

"Look, Ash," Hugh said, "I wanted to talk to you about something that this is too crowded for. Is there a place we can talk in private?"

"Not my dorm. I guess we could go to a motel or something."

Hugh looked quickly at his expression at the suggestion but found it bland and guileless.

"Actually, that's not a bad idea. Rather a good one, in fact." They left the restaurant and drove a small, locally owned motel. Hugh checked in and paid a night's rent in cash. The desk clerk craned his neck to get a better look at Ash and smirked at Hugh as he handed him the key, but Hugh ignored the impoliteness. The room was clean but amateurishly decorated. There was nice TV and a king-sized bed.

Hugh sat down in one of the lounge chairs and waited for Ash to find a resting place. Ash sat in the other chair facing him.

Hugh sat silent for a minute or two and then looked at Ash. "I-I've b-b-been thinking about you all week. Sometimes I thought maybe you might want to see me again, but mostly I thought you might not."

"I've wanted to see you. I watched for you all week."

"What we - I - did last Saturday night, uh, what happened last Saturday night, it's never happened to me, I mean, I've never done that before."

"Me, either, Hugh. And I guess now that you've thought about it and realize that we were just carried away by the circumstances and that it was a big mistake."

"Is that how you feel, Ash?"

"Yeah, I guess so. . . . No, dammit, Hugh, I don't feel that way. Oh, I didn't realize what was happening at the time, and I did get kind of overwhelmed at the time, but I've thought about it a lot since then. But, look, I've never had a regular girl friend, and I've never particularly even cared. I've only had intercourse with four girls in my life, and one of them was just once, and the others weren't all that many times. I'd decided that maybe that I just didn't have a very strong libido. After last week, I know that's not so. I have a very strong libido. Only it's not for women." He stopped, waiting for reaction from Hugh. When there was none he continued.

"Oh, I'd also wondered if maybe I was queer. I think most guys do at sometime or another. But I'd never been sexually attracted to guys before. Hadn't had much opportunity, I guess. But last week I was real attracted to you. Even on the showroom floor. It really never occurred to me that you might have any attraction to me, even when we were back in the tailor's workroom, until you, uh, touched me. Until then, I was afraid that if you knew how I was reacting, you'd despise me. And then when, uh, when you, uh, went down on me, I'd never had such sex before, never felt the way I did then. I'd, uh, never, uh, wanted to do to a man what you did to me, but I did then. And I didn't get the chance. I've thought about it a lot this week, and that's how I think I am. I don't know whether I like men, generally, but I know how I feel about you. I haven't been able to think about anything else. . . . And, if, uh, you'd let me, I, uh, I'd like - no, LOVE - to, uh, suck you like you did me."

Hugh had been watching Ash closely as he talked and had remained silent until Ash had said everything that he needed to say. When Ash had finished and had proposed fellatio with Hugh, Hugh got up, checked the blinds and curtains to make sure they were shut and put on the deadbolt and the chain lock. He returned to the chair he'd been sitting in and took of his coat and tie, sat to removed his shoes and socks and stood and began to unbutton his shirt. Ash watched with dawning comprehension and rising excitement. When Hugh had removed his shirt and tee shirt and had begun to unfasten his trousers, Ash removed his shoes and socks, rose to his feet, still watching Hugh disrobe, and began to take off his own clothing. As Hugh let his trousers fall, Ash saw that he was wearing a pair of the heather grey bikini briefs from Dillard's, his cock and balls fully revealed in erotic detail beneath the stretched jersey pouch.

Hugh did not complete the disrobing, however, because he had stopped to watch Ash. Ash pushed his blue jeans to his ankles and stripped them from his feet. He was wearing a pair of the WalMart midthigh briefs. When he stood from having picked up the jeans and laid them aside, Hugh stepped close to him, placed his hands on his shoulders and kissed him, at first gently and then with growing passion as Ash's arms encircled him and pulled him close. Taking Ash by the hand, Hugh led him to the bed, and together they pulled back the quilted spread, laid it aside and turned down the top sheet and blanket. Standing, Ash looked at Hugh and slowly pushed his midthigh briefs down and stepped from them. Hugh watched with burning eyes as the beautiful young cock was revealed. It was swollen and extended but only half erect.

Hugh put his thumbs in the waistband of his bikinis and prepared to remove them, but Ash held up his hand. "Wait!" he said, and came around the bed. Kneeling before Hugh, Ash feasted his eyes on Hugh's darkly tanned skin and the curling blond pubic hair that escaped from the bikinis at the waist band. Ash grasped the waistband and slowly pulled them down, revealing first the softly curling pubic thatch, then the base of the tanned cock, then its entire length and finally the circumcised rosy brown glans. Ash coaxed Hugh to sit on the edge of the bed and pulled the scant briefs from his feet and tossed them aside.

Moving between Hugh's knees, Ash gazed at the beautiful brown cock and the brownish pink, smooth scrotum. He reached a trembling hand toward the genitals and ran his finger tips over the length of the swollen and extended, but still flaccid penis and testicles and pubic hair. Hugh's cock stirred but did not harden at the light touch. Ash picked up the cock and lowered his open mouth to the broad cockhead. Taking it into his mouth, he swirled his tongue wetly around the smooth skin and then, with a slurping sound, sucked the full length totally into his mouth as his tongue busily sought to cover the entire length with wet, hungry strokes.

As he sucked wetly, Ash felt Hugh's cock hardening and pressing into his throat. He removed his mouth and looked at the now wholly erect flesh. A small drop of preseminal fluid oozed from Hugh's urethra, the opening at the tip of his cock, and Ash put his lips to the opening's reddened miniature lips and sucked, tasting the salty sweetness of Hugh's maleness. He slid his lips back down the shaft, pressing his lips and nose into the pelvis and pubic hair. He began to move his mouth and tongue up and down the glistening, wet erection in greedy, hungry piston strokes, Hugh thrusting to meet his strokes and gently stroking his cheeks and face. In about ten minutes, Hugh was gasping passionately, but softly.

"Ash, I'm gonna cum. You want me to ejaculate in your mouth?"

Ash removed his mouth from the cock and looked up at Hugh, with heavy-lidded eyes and wet, swollen lips and breathed softly, "Yeah. Oh, yeah, Hugh, in my mouth. I want your cum in my mouth. Fill me up!" And he lowered his mouth to Hugh's throbbing shaft and sucked harder. Hugh's cock jerked and spasmed in Ash's mouth and one jetting stream after another of his hot, salty sweet semen flooded Ash's mouth. Ash swallowed rapidly as his mouth filled and refilled and moaned with appreciation and satisfaction as he savored the taste of the thick, male nectar and the feel of sweetly throbbing flesh against his tongue.

Hugh grasped Ash under his arms and lay back on the bed, pulling the younger man up to lay on top of him. He felt Ash's cock, hot against his stomach. He kissed Ash deeply, running his tongue into his mouth and tasting traces of his own semen. Repositioning himself and pulling Ash up beside him to rest with his head on the pillows, he kept kissing Ash's lips. Lowering his head he sucked and nursed at Ash's erect nipples and moved down his hard stomach to his pubes. He crawled between Ash's legs and began to fondle Ash's cock and balls. He pushed the soft fold of skin back from Ash's uncircumcised glans penis and licked the smooth, rosy skin of the sensitive head with hungry, wet tongue. He pulled the foreskin back up until it partially covered both Ash's glans and his own tongue. He moved his tongue gently around the inside of the foreskin, licking Ash's cockhead as he did so. Then removing his mouth and lowering it, Hugh took Ash's virile young testicles one at a time into his mouth and gently laved them with his tongue. By this time, Ash was gasping with sensations of erotic ecstasy and his cock was hugely erect.

Hugh pulled away and examined the hard young cock possessively, raising his eyes to make contact with Ash's and smiling in anticipation. He lowered his head, snaked his tongue out and licked the entire length of the underside, and all over, kissing and licking. He stiffened the tip of tongue and stuck it into the small opening at the tip of Ash's cock which was now steadily seeping preseminal fluids. Opening his lips he sank upon the hotly throbbing shaft until it reached his throat and his nose was pressed into the softly curling pubes and lips pressed against the thrusting pelvis. Then he relived his dream as his mouth and tongue moved up and down the hard, pulsating flesh and Ash thrust in and out, running his fingers through his hair and finally grasping two hand-fulls.

"Oh, golly, Hugh," he moaned, "that's great. Feels so good! I'm gonna cum any second!"

Hugh pulled away, keeping his mouth open within inches of the young cock as he stroked it up and down with his hand. When the first jet erupted, it struck him partly in the mouth and on the cheek. He moved so that the hot gizm splashed against his neck and shoulders and chest. Ash continue to spew and some fell on to his stomach and into his pubes and ran down into the crevice of his thighs. Hugh covered the head and corona with his mouth to receive and swallow the last few spurts and then raised upright on his knees between Ash's thighs and spread the creamy cum over his face, neck, shoulders and chest and rubbed some into his cock and testicles and pubes. Then he bent and began lick the remains from Ash's stomach, pubes and thighs. He followed a cum slick trail between the young man's thighs, pushed his knees back to expose his anal crevice and the pink puckered opening. Some of his cum had run into that unexplored place, and Hugh followed it with lips and tongue. As his tongue invaded the soft sphincter, Ash inhaled sharply and moaned, and Hugh pushed his tongue as far as he could tasting the young man's virginal anus.

When he'd finished, he raised up and looked Ash in the eye and found him looking at him with wonderment and loving gratitude.

"That was wonderful, Hugh, but sometime soon I want to fill your beautiful hard cock filling and pumping my ass!"

"Soon, Ash, but we'll have to flip a coin to see who gets who's cock in who's ass first, because I want the same thing."

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