I saw you while I was walking through the grocery store. You were bent over, picking up something off the bottom shelf. At first, I thought you were a girl, because of your nicely shaped ass and the fact that your low rider jeans were riding down, exposing a lacy white thong.
I was so turned on, my cock started to get rigid right away. If I had been wearing jeans, I probably could have hid it, but as I was coming home from work, I was in a suit and tie, and the thin fabric of my suit pants did little to reveal my hard dick.
I walked up to you, expecting to hit on a hot chick. "Hey baby," I said. I was shocked when you stood up and turned around, revealing a skinny boy.
My shock passed quickly as I checked you out. Light hair, sparkling eyes and a shy smile on a feminine face. A rail thin body and flat stomach, just like I like all my conquests to be, be they male or female. You might not have been a young, female slut, but you were just the kind of young slut I was looking for.
I still wanted you, but decided that you would have to earn it.
"Whoa," I said. "I wasn't expecting a dude. When I saw that ass barely covered by those girly jeans and that slutty thong, I figured I would be getting a chick that was good to go, not some boy in whores clothes."
You looked down at the ground, flushing red with embarrassment. You playing shy just turned me on more.
"Is that what you are, some little faggot in girls clothes? Do you like dressing up like a girl?" I asked.
You didn't say anything, just nodded your head.
"Oh yeah," I said, moving in closer to you. "You know what else girls like?" I asked, thrusting my hips forward enough that my hard-on would have been impossible for you to miss, even though you were still staring at the floor.
"I don't know," you whispered.
I leaned in close and whispered in your ear. "I bet you do know. I bet you want to reach out and touch it. Go ahead, reach out and touch it like the little slut that you are."
You reached out your right hand and started to rub my hard-on through my pants. I shivered with excitement, my boxer shorts already starting to get wet and sticky with pre-cum.
I pulled away a little, but not so far that you couldn't still keep rubbing my stiff cock. You ran your fingers along the entire shaft, measuring out the 7 inches of thick meat. You still hadn't looked up, but I could tell you were liking it.
"God, you are a slut," I said, "rubbing some stranger's dick in a grocery store where anyone could see. It feels good, but I can't have some sissy-whore making me cream my pants in public. I don't want any of the hot girls I am trying to pick up who shop here think I am some kind of fag. Do you live close to here?"