Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2007 20:30:07 -0500 (EST)
From: phil Smith <high5fiveme@lycos.com>
Subject: Look But Dont Touch

Disclaimer:

This story is totally fictional. It did not happen. And if it had happened
I would be arrested for it and should be.  So if you are underage don't
read this because there are guys out there who might do this to you and it
is illegal for them to do it. If you are underage to read this in your
area, you cannot read this because you shouldn't be on this site in the
first place. This is a story for the fantasy of mostly a male mind unless
females get excited by reading this. It is written to save mankind from
doing anything like this in person but instead to think about it only. It
is not called freedom of speech, but called freedom of thinking which we
will all have until Bill O'Reilly gets his way.

I was just sitting here and thought of something that might be more
exciting than my other stories that I write which are boring but are
written for a reason. This story has no reason whatsoever except to excite
someone puriently which is why I went to nifty in the first place until I
decided to get involved.  Get involved. Donate. Write. Whatever. It's a
great catharsis for the heart. It may make you live longer. Comments not
necessary but appreciated. Flames appreciated too cause it means you
care...lol

Look but don't touch... number one...

God, I was so bored. So I got in the car and went to the mall. I took my
wife and one of the kids because I had gotten my paycheck and at least
someone would come back happy. I knew, however, what I would be doing. I
would be going down there to look at the boys. Well yeah, I am a sicko
because I am not totally into my life as a hetero, but what the hell, I can
look as long as I don't touch. It's like the Lennox stores. Look but don't
touch.

I knew this evening would cost me my paycheck but I had to go down there
and at least find a boy I could fetish. One that would be cute enough I
could go home and think about when I jacked off before falling asleep. I
knew the two women I was taking to the mall would spend every last dime I
had because they loved shopping and you know, I didn't care. What did I
live for anyways.  I am married and I am doing my duty to god and my
country.  I am rearing two children...one boy and one girl (of course the
other girl is the shopper with my wife tonight).  But here I am in the mall
looking for something else to jack off to. I let the two women go and
walked up and down the mall. When finished spending every last drop of my
money, they were supposed to call.

It was easy in Vegas to see boys because you have so many boys who cruise
the malls. I, of course, being married could look but not touch.  I
wondered and had some of my fantasies at night what the boys really did who
got picked up or did they get picked up at all. This was just my fantasy.

It wasn't long that I saw exactly what I was looking for. It was not
nighttime yet and there was a group of skater boys walking along on their
way into Zumeiz. The skater boys had a special attraction to me because
they were so unkempt and dirty looking.

It brought me back to my youth when I had some experiences with some boys
in an adjacent neighborhood from mine in New York who were not of my class
but who knew what they wanted: my money for their bodies.

I, of course, couldn't do anything like this after marriage because I
"bought the farm."  Commitment until death do you kill each other."

I looked at the group of three boys and picked out the one I was going to
fetish that night. He had long black hair. His skateboard was black...a
Tony Hawk board so he had class. He was maybe fifteen max years of age. He
had a left earring so parents were liberal. It was a cross. Yuck..not
religious here but I doubt he was either. He was wearing the tight black
jeans and a black t-shirt with mj leaves all over it.  Guess he was a
stoner. That all was fine so I just had to get close to him so I could get
a good smell and a good look into his face for my jack off that night. It
was easy for me because my wife hadn't done shit for two months. It was get
the check and go to the mall for her and the daughter.

I went into Zumiez, which is such a mall store. No personality except they
hire people who greet you. But its good they leave you alone so I can go in
as an obvious heterosexual looking for something for my son. Hot topic
scares me!  I checked out the shoes in the front of the store and picked up
a few of the sale shoes as if I were interested. But what I was interested
in was getting enough of a look at this boy that I could have a good mental
image for that night, to go to sleep, and replace sex with the wife. Sex is
sometimes worth a paycheck when you are stressed.

I was in the process of surreptitiously staring at the boy when he turned
suddenly and looked straight into my eyes. In the past when I got caught
doing this, I would just turn away because the boy knew I was doing it and
would look at me like "Go away you fucking old man!" Or they would look
with that "Ok, old man how much money do you have left in your paycheck to
pay me for a blowjob look.!"

This look came with an entirely different attitude. It was soft; it was
gentle, and it was as if he had known all along I had been looking. In
fact, as perverted as my mind was it was like a look that said, I am glad
you are looking. I thought maybe this kid wasn't asking for anything and he
wasn't telling me to go away. I couldn't turn away. Instead I kept looking.

My expectations for the evening had just been disarmed. One of the mall
kids was coming on to me or was he a mall kid at all. Did he like me? Well,
of course, not. Could I like him? Of course, not! This is just
fetish. Wasn't it?

I stood there looking at this boy for a few moments and I guess my doing
that caused him to come over to me and he started to explain the shoe I was
looking at. He said the Emerica Reynolds had been a popular shoe but it was
just on discount because they were closing it out. He said are you buying
it for yourself or your son.  Duh.  I was wearing normal big five ugly
cross trainers. So I said I am not buying it for anyone, I just came in
here to look at this shoe so I could look at you and then think about you
later to jack off.

Ok, I am an honest guy except with my wife children, family and all the
people at work so I didn't say this. I said and I swear I don't know where
this came from "I am in here to buy this for you!"

Close enough.  He smiled and said, "I knew that."  I then asked "What size
are you." He said size 10. I reached down and picked out a size 10 and we
went together to the counter. I got out my credit card and handed it to the
girl working behind the desk. Why does Zumiez have girls working there? I
bought the shoes as if they were for my son. I handed them to him and he
said "Thank you. Do you have a card or something?"

I was shaking uncontrollably. But I opened my wallet and handed him a
business card not thinking about what I was doing. My god this boy was so
beautiful and so self assured and so in control of me, I didn't realize
that he now had all my personal information.

He turned and went back to his friends and said something but they didn't
even respond. What the fuck had he told them about me. I turned and left
the store and then the phone rang.  All the money had been spent. It was
time to go home.