Date: Mon, 2 May 2016 08:40:22 -0700
From: Jay strisik <jaystris@msn.com>
Subject: "You're just the type that gets me going, Part One" by Jay Roberts   Gay Adult Friends

"You're Just the Type that gets me going, Part One" by Jay Roberts   Gay Adult Friends


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++This story is outrageous and that it probably it's appeal to the dirty
boys who are here.  But it is not for anyone under 18 years of age
regardless of their peeking where they shouldn't.  Go!


Ivy league colleges in New England, like the one I attended, tend to
attract Ivy League clothing stores, like the one I worked at part time to
help with the high tuition.

The old auntie gent, Morrie, who managed the store hired me on the spot
last year.  "You look Ivy.  Just what I am looking for.  I must see you on
seersucker Jeffery" He put the emphasis on the last syllable and from then
on I was constantly fending off his wandering hand.

We were getting really busy now at the beginning of the semester.  Morrie
announced: "I decided to hire a second clerk.  I'm looking for someone to
balance your look.  You're tall dark haired looks are outstanding as a
delicious type," He enthused.  "I think a jock boy, perhaps blond, and
manly, but not so manly that he can't be bent a little," and he laughed
wetly.

The next day was my day off and on the following day I entered the store
and was greeted by just the type of guy that gets me going.  He was about
five feet eight, chunky, smooth skin face with small features.  His large
head was topped with a tumble of unkempt blond hair.  My knees buckled
slightly.

"May I help you? He said appraising me up and down. "Forty long I think.
With your figure, you can wear anything well."  He put a ham like hand on
my shoulder and began propelling me toward the suit racks.  I was breathing
loudly.

I would have loved to carry on this farce and I could picture a scene in
the last cubicle in the fitting room with him whispering in my ear, "Here
let me ease up the pouch of this under short."

I help out my hand.  "Hi, I'm Jeff, just another salesman here you gay?"

He laughed uneasily and charmingly passed a damp hand over his blond bird's
nest, His gesture was futile as his hair sprang back into gorgeous
disorder.  "I'm not sure but I am trying it out.?

Oh if only I might be your teacher, I thought, picturing him bent over, his
large, pure pink white, hairless ass hole pulsing in impatience for me to
enter, but aloud I said,"You've come to the right place, Morrie is probably
jerking off In his office hoping you'll catch him and me I'm lovely and
willing.."

"You are the type that turns me on," he said, repeating aloud just what I
had said about him.  He spoke, almost musing, "I can picture those long,
hairy legs and your prodigiously wild pubic hair, all electric with
passion.  Then I imagine your slim waist and dimples over your cute
backside."

"You have described me to a tee," I said feeling we were in the midst of
foreplay while still dressed, but Skip (really!) began straightening out
the rep ties and holding one after another to his short side neck and
looking in the mirror.  He now had one horrible one that I always hid under
the pile, it was stripped pink and pale green, a tie to wear when vomiting.

I coughed loudly as Morrie was coming around the corner.  I could see by
the dark expression on his face that he was annoyed with us.  Maybe it was
sexual frustration over having two such peachy youths so close and yet so
far.  His flies area was slightly bulged out so I guess I was correct that
he was wanking in his office with the internet on naked boys.

"I have good news for you two."

That meant bad news.  Was he cutting our meager salary or requiring that we
clerk in the nude?

No, it was really good news...a freebie.  "I'm sick of you seeing Jeffrey
in that tan poplin that you are paying off.  You need a second suit, a
seersucker, blue stripe I think."

I whispered that I was still paying off the poplin.

"The sucker, I mean seersucker is a gift from the management....me.  I hope
you'll pick it out from the racks and don it this very day and show your
appreciation in my office."

I said quickly, "I thank you right now."

Ignoring me he turned to sweet Skip.  "Now you have a different body from
Jeffrey here.  You have those arm muscles, full chest, thick thighs."  Then
he stopped as he had gotten his old cock too excited.  "But to the suit, I
think of two pieces, light gray trousers, nice color with canary yellow
hair, and a single breasted blue blazer.  Go lad, pick em out and start the
day with your new duds."

We left him quickly and we had the free clothes on our arm and being of one
mind, we headed for the large try on cubicle in the rear.

We were both breathing audibly, nakedness was coming and what else might
happen.


End of Part One