At 19, I was blonde, blue eyes and thin at just under 150 pounds. Girls said I was cute. Sometimes at the mall I even got looks from guys. it might have been my apparel. I always loved the feel of skinny jeans and kept my hair shaggy so it sort of covered most of my eyes. It was the emo look. I also liked to wear skater shoes without socks so you could see a glimpse of ankle at the hem of my jeans. Oh yeah, I am gay. Out, loud and proud.
One Saturday around The holidays, I was shopping at the mall and checking out other cute twinks. At the Express I picked out some clothes to try on. Mostly black and gray colors. I loved the way the 28 inch waist pants fit, especially the feeling of them hugging my ass. After a while checking myself out in the fitting room, the clerk asked if I was doing ok.
The clerk was a cutie himself. I noticed him when I entered the store. I recognized him from college. He was 18 or 19 but looked much younger with cute dimples and a waist as narrow as mine. He also had a disheveled look with dark brown hair that covered his ears and one eye. I was at a loss for words as I imagined him standing in he other side of the door and got those tingly feelings suddenly.
I opened the door to the changing room and said I wasn't sure if the pants were too tight and asked his opinion. I was barefoot but had put on one of the shirts. His name was Logan. He stepped inside the tiny room and turned me around so we were both facing the mirror. He did some adjusting lifting my shirt out of the pants and straightening the waist. His hand brushed the front and I think he noticed a growing erection because he stopped suddenly.
Then, without saying a word, Logan put his hand on my chest. His fingers were just above the collar and he sort of fiddled with it until his fingers were able to dance lightly on the bare skin of my neck. We locked eyes and I could feel my face getting flush. His lips were full and bright red and he just stood there like in a trance. Then, all of a sudden Logan got closer and put his hands on each side of my face and kissed me.
He smelled so good, and his lips were so soft. I put my arms around Logan's waist and felt up his back. As our tongues danced, I started to orgasm. It was so strong and all I could feel down there was wetness. Logan noticed it too end stopped kissing so he could check out the front of my pants. I was still pulsating and we both sort of giggled when we saw the cum dripping through the fabric. One glob even landed on the floor.
Logan helped me out of the pants. He also continued to grope me as we sort of shuffled around the tiny changing room. Anyone looking under the door would see two sets of feet dancing around, one with shoes and mine just bare.
Logan whispered that we should meet up after he was done with work. I agreed and then got dressed. We both left the changing room and said our goodbyes.
I didn't buy those pants but Logan did.