Shoe Shopping at the Mall

I went to the mall shopping for some new crosstrainer shoes. It boggles my mind how many choices there are these days, racks upon racks of styles on display. A young saleswomen approached to assist me but I said that I wanted to browse a while and roamed the store.

It was a weekday afternoon and there were only a few customers. One, a man about fifty, seemed to always be nearby as I perused the display racks. He was a trim, athletic guy, as you might expect in the sporting goods store. We exchanged "Hi's" and a few observations regarding different shoe types. I would wander off only for him to be beside me again.

Full disclosure: I do not cruise the mall. I do not trawl with a wide net. Not that there is anything wrong with that, as The Seinfeld Show said so well. Still, I always have an eye open for the right kind of guy who might be open to a chance encounter. I have found that casually shopping in the mall or browsing in a funky bookstore are the most fertile grounds for my tastes. So long as a purchase is my foremost purpose, those spots have led to some very savory liaisons.

This guy was right down my alley. He was considerably smaller than me, only about five-seven to my six-one, with a trim body. I guessed him to tip the scales at about a buck fifty. I like a comfortable size difference where we each naturally fit into our roles. A gentle dominant and an eager sub.

My college football years are decades behind me but I maintain the remnants of that athletic physique. I stay close to my playing weight of 225 and I am in the gym three times a week. Bulk is not my objective. I just want everything to remain tight and strong.

He made a show of examining a pair of sneakers on the bottom shelf. As he bent, his slacks stretched across two prominent orbs of firm glutes. It takes effort to keep a bubble butt like that into the middle years. This dude reaped ample rewards of some hard work. He flashed me several devilish smiles and there was a mischievous twinkle in his eye. I returned his smiles and gave him every opportunity to run those scheming eyes over my taut bod.

I was nonchalant when I reached around him to reach for some Nikes. My groin brushed across his ass. "Excuse me. I just want to check the treads on this pair."

Instead of shuffling out of my way, he pressed his cheeks against me and let them linger a second or two. "No problem. I'll just get out of your way." He didn't.

I was waiting outside on a bench admiring my purchase when he exited the store and sat beside me. "You went with those New Balance. That's a good color for you. I'm Jason."

We shook. His grip was gentle and lingered in mine. "I'm Marc." I let go of his hand. "Yeah, thanks. The fit was right."

"You've got a good sized foot." There was that impish smile again. "Is it true what they say?"

I laughed. Somehow, he made that tired cliche sound sincere. "In my case it is. Show me yours." I gave a subtle wink as I pointed to the shoe box in his lap.

He pulled out some Adidas and handed one to me. Our fingers grazed, then grazed again as I pretended to be interested in them. "Nice."

"Marc, this may sound forward but wanna get high? I live about five blocks away."

"That sounds like great way to spend an afternoon."

We parked at the back of his house and entered through the kitchen door. As he dropped his bag on the kitchen table he said, "Let me get the pot."

Jason went to a nearby kitchen cabinet and reached into an upper shelf. I followed. My hands went to his waist and my lips went to his neck. He pressed back against me and waggled his ass against my cock. As my mouth made a sloppy mess of his nape, my hands winnowed beneath his polo shirt and rubbed their way to his pecs. Jason held my hands tight to the flesh of his tits and moaned and twitched. Our heads turned and we kissed. I tweaked his nipples.

One of his hands reached for my cock. It was hardening and grew under his touch. "Very nice," he said.

I reciprocated. While one hand continued to play with the nub of a tit, the other tickled its way to his crotch causing him to press is ass tighter against me. His hand, pinned between us, continued to fondle my cock. My fingers found and traced the outline of his swelling dick through his slacks.

Jason spun around and encircled my neck with both arms. Our tongues danced deeply within his juicy mouth. By now we were both moaning and our crotches undulated together. His plump, firm cheeks filled my hands. I massaged them, admiring and exploring their supple perfection. One hand starting to stroke his inner thigh, pressing upward toward his taint. "Jason, you have got yourself a magnificent ass."

"It's all yours, Babe. I want that cock." He kissed me hard. "I want to be fucked by that big, thick cock of yours."

"You haven't even seen it, yet."

"I aim to. Right after we get high. Everything is better with a buzz on."

"I agree." I somehow managed to let him go.

We sat close on the couch and eye fucked as the pipe passed between us. After several hits I pressed my lips to his. We made out with the fervor of teens. The man deserved a compliment for a tongue and lips like his. "You've got a sweet mouth."

He gave a lecherous laugh. "Just you wait. I"ll show you what a sweet mouth can do."

We continued kissing as he fumbled to get my jeans open. When he finally released my cock, he looked down. I watched the hunger rise in his eyes. "That is a beauty, Dave. Eight inches?"

"Good eye. Seven and seven/eighths."

He gave me a last quick kiss before he took the dive and swallowed my cock between lips, tongue and throat. I was powerless to do anything but moan. He worked my sensitive cockhead between his luscious lips while his tongue swaddled the electric underside. Waves of pleasure, interrupted by rapturous jolts, shot up my spine. He followed that by nibbling the deep nerve endings at the base of my cock. Streams of his slobber bathed my balls. Then his mouth ran relays up and down the ridge of my shaft and finally buried my cock again deep in his open, voracious throat.

I pulled him up into a deep soul kiss as I blindly wrestled him out of his slacks. Then we sidled onto the floor, forcing the coffee table aside and scrambling into a sixty-nine. His cock was six inches and cut. It fit easily into my greedy mouth. It was feast, complete with moaning and writhing, as we rode waves of manly passion.

I let go of his cock to catch my breath and flipped my body. We resumed kissing as I engulfed him within my arms. He fit perfectly against my body. He was a morsel about to be devoured. He wanted it as much as me.

Somehow, I wrangled him to the nearby ottoman and draped him face down across it. His luscious ass was perched upon the edge. My mouth watered as I kneaded his smooth, supple cheeks, spreading them, revealing a perfect tawny rosebud within. I wet my fingertips and teased it. A mix of gasps and moans escaped from Jason as his breath began to quake.

My tongue was slathered with hungry juices as it bathed his tight hole with cushiony strokes. Jason melted atop the ottoman. He reached behind him and held me tight against his ass as my tongue caressed his nether tissue. I spread his cheeks. My tongue reached deeper. Jason cried out. "Ohhh, Babe, that ass is yours. Ohhh, use it."

My tongue left his rosebud and traveled to his ticklish perineum. My fingers took advantage of his amply wetted ass and stroked his hole ever deeper. He lifted his hips so I could wrest his cock free. It was throbbing as I bent it backward. I took the cockhead into my mouth just as my my finger penetrated him and probed. Jason lurched in ecstasy. My tongue worked his hot cock. My finger glanced his gland and played back and forth. Cum started to dribble. I swallowed its gooey tartness. Another finger entered and stroked him. Then a third.

I scurried to my jeans for my "always be prepared" packet of lube. I tore it open and prepared us both

"Please be easy with me, Babe. That's a big cock you have."

"I'm all about pleasure. I want us both to dream about this fuck tonight."

I slowly pressed. His loosened sphincter surrendered with a pop. Jason's breath erupted in a gasp. I withdrew, bathed my cock with more lube, pressed deeper, then paused. Jason was gasping. The muscles of his ass clenched then loosened. More lube and another two inches eased forward. Jason's breath became slow and deep as he accepted my thick manhood.

I lay my chest across his back and kissed his shoulders. Hot breath swept over his neck. I started to move with long deliberate strokes, acquainting my cock with every contour of his inner pussy. Our breaths synced up and he kegeled his core around my shaft and clenched on each withdrawal. He moaned louder.

My elbows hugged his ribs. His arms encased mine and pinned me tighter to his torso. His ass pressed back, urging me to fuck him even deeper. One hand of his grabbed mine and brought it to his mouth. He sucked two fingers deep as if he was sucking a cock.

I began to hunch faster and farther, causing the ottoman to scooch across the carpet. Every thrust moved us another few inches. I practically threw the next hunch trying to catch up but the ottoman skittered away. I wound up chasing Jason's ass across the room, oblivious to my carpet-burned knees, until the ottoman banged against the wall. We shared a quaking laugh. I now had unfettered access. Now I could relish his glorious hole.

"Ohhh, Jason, I'm gonna be dreaming about your ass, for sure." My words were barely comprehensible under my gasps. He understood.

"Ohhh fuck me, Babe. Babe, you fuck so good."

I rose and placed my hands on his hips for better purchase. He rocked against me with lusty grunts. His fleshy cheeks bounced as I plunged forward and deep. My shaft glided across his prostate, again and again.

My right hand migrated around his waist, seeking his straining dick. Cum was dribbling from his pisshole. I rubbed the slickness onto his tender cockhead. He tossed his head while clutching the cushion as I jerked him off in unison to my thrusts. Passion mounted with each penetration. Fires stoked within our loins.

Jason lifted his head high as his core clamped hard upon my cock. His cum spurted and splattered the floor. I flailed my cock within the rippling, orgasmic clenches of his ass, prolonging each moment before letting go a fevered load into his hot inner haven.

I collapsed atop him in the tiny death of afterglow. Eventually, my heartbeat stilled and I awakened from my reverie. I had been lost long enough for my manhood to shrink and fall from his sweet confines. Splooge drained in its absence.

"I think I need to go in halvesies on a carpet cleaning."

"Don't worry, Marc. This one's on the house."

I sidled onto the carpet pulling him atop me. He fit like a glove as we necked within the reverie. The man deserved another compliment. "That was an oscar-worthy fuck."

"We gotta do this again."

"And again and again."

His kisses and gropes interfered with my getting dressed. I playfully fended him off. I was almost out the door when he reminded me, "I hope you enjoyed your shopping experience."

"Oh, yeah," I chuckled as I exited. "Best damn purchase I ever made."