Clothing Store Changing Room

There’s a men’s clothing store down the street from my office in upstate New York.  I sometimes stop by to check out the new fashions during my lunch hour or during the day if it’s not too busy.  One of the clerks – we’ll call him Che – I think is sort of cute, but he seems straight.  He’s probably like 26 or 27, always very friendly but professional and will occasionally drop references to his girlfriend.  So I’ve never really pursued anything. 

            One afternoon I stop by and there’s no one in the store so I say to Che, “Wow, seems sort of quiet.  Perfect time for me to check out those blue slacks I had my eyes on the last time I was in here.”  Che says to me, “Yeah, man, for sure, you’re a 32, right?”  So I confirm my size, grab the slacks from him and go into the changing room.  They look nice in the mirror in the changing room, so I go outside.  “Those look like a good fit, maybe we can shorten the legs a bit,” Che tells me.  I’m like, “Yeah, definitely needs to be shortened but I might want to try the green ones on instead, can you grab them for me?”  

            Without really thinking too much about it, I go back into the changing room and take off the slacks I have on.  As I’m standing there in my sky blue boxer briefs, Che taps on the door and I tell him to come in.  “Whoa, sorry, man, didn’t realize you were already changing.”  I tell Che that it’s cool, it’s not like he hasn’t seen a dude in boxer briefs before.  “Here you go, man, I’ll be outside,” he says.

            But there’s something about his voice, combined with his face, that makes me start to tent in my boxer briefs.  I try to hide it but I can tell Che notices; he grins a bit.  So I quickly pull on the slacks.

            We walk outside and look in the mirror.  “Let’s get a measuring tape so I can adjust the legs.  You look good, man,” Che tells me.  As if this is going to make my hard-on go down.

            Che measures my leg but has the measuring tape almost up to my crotch and I am really turned on now.  “Can’t believe how quiet it is in here,” I say, trying to act all nonchalant. 

            “Yeah, it gets quiet in the afternoon sometimes,” Che says.  He clears his throat like he’s a bit nervous.  He’s still got his hand up near my crotch and I can tell he knows my dick is hard as a rock now.  He looks up at me.  “We good?” he asks.  I’m like, “Yeah, I guess.”  Che stands up.  Almost imperceptibly, it looks like he adjusts his dick in his pants.  “OMG is his dick hard?” I’m thinking to myself.  And our eyes meet.

            Che says, “You know, I’m going to put the ‘out to coffee’ sign on the door so we don’t get disturbed while we’re writing up these alterations.”  “Sounds good,” I say.  My voice is raspy.

            Che puts the sign on the door and comes back to me.  “Hey man,” he says.  “This is sort of weird for me, to be honest, I’m not into guys or anything but when I saw you in your boxer briefs, it sorta turned me on. Sorry if this is too much info for you, I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable.”

            “Is there like an office or someplace a little more private, maybe?” I ask him.  He leads me to a back room to an office with a desk and a couch.  I sit down on the couch and sort of spread my legs a bit and he’s now looking right at my dick.  “It’s OK if I sit here, right?” I ask him.  Che sits next to me.

            I grab my dick.  It’s crazy hard now and I’m sort of caressing it through the slacks.  I unbuckle my belt and watch Che.

            “Can I see it?” he asks me, almost whispering.

            “Sure,” I say as I unbutton the slacks and pull them down.  My cock is now standing straight up in my boxer briefs and I rub my dick some more.  I’m now leaking pre-cum like mad and it’s sort of obvious as it’s leaking through my briefs.  At this point, Che starts to rub his cock.

            “Want to show me yours?” I ask, as I pull down my underwear.  Che gasps when he sees my dick pop out.  I’m about 6”, cut, and I start to stroke it.

            Che unbuckles his belt and opens the clasp on his khakis.  His hands are shaking so I reach over and pull the khakis open.  He’s wearing these dark blue polka-dot boxers and his dick is poking out of his fly.  He’s cut too, also about 6”.

            “You want to maybe stroke together?” I say softly.  Che just nods and begins to stroke his dick.  We’re side by side now, watching each other.  Che moans softly.

            I rub the head of my dick and lick the pre-cum off of my fingers.  This causes Che to moan even more loudly.  “Oh, fuck,” he says.  

            “OK if I touch yours?” I ask.  Che nods; it’s like an electric jolt hits his body when I touch his hard cock.  I lightly caress his balls.  “Oh wow, this feels so good,” he whispers.  He’s almost gasping at this point.

            He’s breathing harder now and moaning even louder.  More moaning.  “Oh wow, I’m getting close,” he says.

            That sends me over the edge.  I start stroking faster and my dick explodes.  And that, in turn, triggers him.  “Oh, FUCK, bro, I’m gonna cum,” he says.  Streams of cum shoot out from his dick and out onto his shirt.  We both sort of laugh.

We sit there for a bit as our breathing starts to return to normal.  “Bro, fuck!” he says.  “That was so hot.”  We get up, grab some tissues off of the desk in that office and start to clean off.

            Eventually, we make ourselves more presentable, he goes and takes the sign off of the door and opens it back up.  He finishes filling out the tailor order for my slacks, gives me a wink and tells me my pants will be ready in a week or so.

            Will write more when it’s time to pick them up!