Ch. 90 A stop before Bob’s
The next day, Saturday, Skye finished his shift at noon. Mr. Williams had been his old self, with no signs of the grief he had displayed in his office. Skye didn’t know what to do except be as kind to the older man as the older man had been to him.
He met Kirk at about 12:30, as arranged, and they hopped into Kirk’s car.
“I guess since my dick’s come roaring back, your car is safe,” quipped Skye brazenly, referring to Kirk’s “offer” to hand off his vehicle if Skye’s dick failed to come through.
“Whew, yeah” said Kirk in mock relief. “Good thing that fucker decided to make an appearance. Charlie said you had a busy night last night.”
Skye was feeling so good about life that he didn’t feel any of the slight embarrassment he sometimes experienced in such conversations. “Five times, bro. That’s a fuckin record.”
“Well,… maybe for you…” joked his Mentor.
“Oh, well excuse me! I suppose you’ve had that happen more?”
“Would you believe twelve times in one night?”
“Nope.”
“You’re a smart man.”
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They pulled up to the Mall and Skye asked, “Wouldn’t it just be easier to park near Bob’s instead of having to walk the length of the fucking mall?”
“Yep,” answered Kirk. “It would be.”
“But?”
“C’mon, dude. Help a brother out. I never go to the mall without stopping in to see my pal at Macy’s.”
“Oh fuck. You’re gonna pull that stunt again?”
“I told you,” said Kirk, “I’m just trying to help out a horny dude by giving him new material for his spank bank. Nothing wrong with that, is there?”
“Naw, I guess not. As long as you don’t actually humiliate the guy. I can tell you as a Native American, I know a thing or two about humiliation.”
“Dude, chill. I’m just helping him out. Did he look humiliated to you last time?”
“No,” admitted Skye. “He actually looked like he was enjoying it.”
“So, no harm, no foul… but you gotta play along. Promise? If you don’t, I won’t take you to Bob’s and you’ll freeze your ass off this winter.”
“Fucker” laughed Skye as he punched Kirk in the shoulder. “C’mon. Let’s get this over with.”
They entered the store and wended their way to the men’s clothing department. Sure enough, the sales clerk was there and hovered a bit too closely as the guys picked out some shirts, jeans and, to Skye’s surprise, several packages of underwear.
They went into the changing room area, and Kirk whispered to Skye, “Strip to your underwear man, and leave the door open. What are you wearing today anyway?”
“The Tighties I won from Chris.”
“Perfect. Me too. It’ll make the guy crazy.”
Both guys retreated to their changing closets but left the doors wide open. Within a minute, the sales clerk had arrived as if on cue. Skye and Kirk pulled off the jeans and shirts they were wearing, and both stood in their white briefs.
“Hey, Skye,” called Kirk in a too-loud voice, “I think I got your jeans by mistake.” He stepped out into the corridor in his white briefs, a pair of blue jeans in his hand. Skye took the cue and did the same, and the two of them stood in their tighty-whites inspecting the jeans, discussing various details. Skye found to his surprise that he was actually rather adept at this kind of improv. He followed Kirk’s lead and made a point of adjusting his cock and balls in his briefs a few times till they had switched jeans and returned to the closet to try them on. Skye had glanced at the clerk, whose eyes were wide with interest.
“How do these look?” asked Kirk as he walked out, shirtless. Although the question was addressed to Skye, the clerk piped up. “Those look great, sir. Perfect fit.”
“Oh yeah?” responded Kirk, flashing his killer smile, which practically knocked the clerk on his ass. “The cut’s kinda different than some.”
“Uh, yes it is. We have other cuts, though. Would you like me to fetch a couple?”
“No, thanks, buddy. I have several pairs here.” He continued talking as he brazenly undid his jeans in front of the clerk and pulled them off. He made a point of “accidentally” pulling down part of his white briefs waistband as he tugged on the jeans. “Yeah, I really don’t get how anyone figured out how to make clothes. Quite a skill.” This rather nerdy conversation was in stark contrast to the sexual tension produced by a college wrestling stud stripping to his briefs in front of a desperate audience. “I’ll just pick up the others from the closet here. Skye, yours okay?”
Skye was exploring this kind of psychological manipulation for the first time, though he was careful to watch for any signs of mean-spirited talk. So far, though, he had to admit it seemed like the clerk was in high heaven. Skye had changed into a different pair of jeans but hadn’t buttoned them up.. He stepped out into the corridor with the front flaps of the jeans spread wide, like bird’s wings, his white briefs pouch on display. “I dunno… buttons are kind of a pain. Right, buddy?”
The clerk looked at his jeans and stepped forward. “I can help you.” He reached out and took button and button hole in either hand and expertly buttoned Skye’s jeans, his hands virtually brushing Skye’s penis.
“Thanks, man. That’s better.” He smiled and even let his eyes rest on the kid’s zipper, which was bulging.
“Yeah, these feel all right. I’m just not sure if they’re good with this underwear. I wish we could try on some of the briefs and boxer briefs we just picked up. Hey, buddy, do you think that’d be ok?”
The clerk looked startled. “Well, usually we don’t…
“I know,” said Kirk, “but in this case… ya know… cuz we’re valued customers…”
The clerk gulped. “I guess you could try them on if you’re careful.”
“Cool. Thanks, man.” And Kirk returned to his stall, shucked off the white briefs, and stood in the doorway naked with a package of boxer briefs in his hand. He made a point of not quite being in the sight line of the clerk, but the latter knew perfectly well what was going on and did what he could to subtly position himself. However, he failed. Kirk was too quick and always managed to be out of sight, although the clerk saw a flash of bare buttock a couple of times.
This cat-and-mouse game continued until the guys had resumed their original clothes.
“We will take these two packages of boxer briefs and these two of pouch briefs, buddy. The other clothes, we’ll have to come back for."
Again, the clerk gulped but managed, “Of course. Come over here and I’ll ring you up.”
Kirk followed, insisting on paying for everything, and the two of them walked out of Macy’s with their purchases.
“Wow,” said Skye, “that’s the furthest I’ve ever gone in a situation like that. I mean, not like I’m in them very often.”
“Yeah, it was a little more intense than the previous times, I admit. I had never tried the nude thing, but I just got into it. That guy’s gonna have a great time tonight.”
“You’re still an asshole.”
“A caring asshole, you mean.