Date: Fri, 25 Feb 2000 22:33:40 PST
From: opd <opd69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bookshop Boner

On a recent trip to London I happened apon a large well known legitimate
book store that had a gay section, between hetro erotic and scifi.
I was in a particularly horny mood and had been to a couple of mixed porn
shops, both of which were small and had a gay section. It was fun to brush
past these straight horny guys getting off on flicking through the mags,
while I reached for a gay one.
I had also been into a well known department store and in the menswear
department, had tried on a few pairs of trousers. While in the changing
room I had taken off my briefs and pulled my jogging sweat pants back on
so I was now free balling. I was also wearing a sweat shirt and short
jacket.
There were a couple of people milling around the gay section in the book
store
and one young guy nervously flicking through a book. I decided to have a bit
of fun and took up position fairly close by. I made a point of reaching up
to a high shelf to get a book so that my abdomen was exposed.(I had my
joggers on quite low). This caught the guys attention and he kept glancing
across at me. Knowing he was looking only encouraged me to "unconciously"
scratch my crotch a couple of times. I noticed the guy shifting uneasily
which made me start to through a boner. Being thin, cotton jogging pants, my
hardon now started to tent out and I made sure I was in a position for him
to
see it. To make sure I reached up to return the book on the shelf and
stretched
so that the waistband of my joggers moved down some more to the base of my
cock, exposing my pubes. I then crouched, as if looking for a book on a
lower
shelf and with one hand encircled my sheathed dick and stroked it a few
times,
while my other hand retrieved a book and looked at the back cover(to block
and
protect my actions).
It was working cos the guy was now looking at me most of the time and had
moved
closer. Still using my book to shield I now pulled the waistband away from
my body to expose my root and balls.
Someone walked past. I let the waistband go and stood facing close toward my
new friend. My dick was still obscenely tenting my jogging bottoms and it
brushed the back of his hand and he didn't flinch, but held it there, so I
rubbed against him then stood back for fear of drawing attention and
squatted
again. As I looked up I could see the large bulge in his jeans and what
appeared
to be a wet mark where the head of his cock must have been. Looking at his
face,
his eyes were glued to my crotch and he was biting nervously on his bottom
lip.
Another person walked by.
I suddenly became aware of my surroundings and thought that we had exceeded
our time in this store. I placed my cock upright so it was held flat against
my
stomach by my waistband, its head covered by my sweat shirt, replaced the
book
on the shelf and made for the exit slowly, hoping he would follow.
He did.
Outside the shop I realised that the area was not well located to be able to
take him anywhere. So as I stood trying to think where to take him he must
have lost his nerve cause he paused, looked around him then walked straight
past
me and hurried off into the crowd.
I would have been totally gutted but for the fact that as he past me he
grabbed
my cock and tugged it.
I came to the conclusion that he must have been either extemely shy,
experimenting
or a closet. Either way I hoped I had brightened his day as he had
brightened mine.
Did I have a mighty wank when I got to the nearest toilet!

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