Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2011 11:45:42 -0600
From: rob loveboy <loveboyrob2@gmail.com>
Subject: Jack&Jill-Went-Downhill-7

"Jacky let's go shopping' for decent clothes to wear to the next rave.
Notice everyone else was wearing designer shit? We kinda stood out, don't ya
think?" he mused.

Frankly, it had not occurred to me. I was never a materialistic,
peer-pressured sort of guy. My Grandma had limited income and I simply
respected that, happily settling on Wal-Mart purchased attire and everyone
else could go fuck themselves if they didn't like what I wore!

He instructed me to empty my backpack, as he did his. This request made it
very clear as to what kind of shopping excursion we were bound for, knowing
that we had no money.

Nevertheless, off we went to the shopping mall, him dressed in a pair of my
black spandex bike shorts, a little too small fitting and wearing no
underwear, his manhood displayed very prominent indeed, his response when I
mentioned it was, "It pays to advertise, Jacky!" He also selected my old,
slightly torn Rolling Stones T-shirt that came down to only his mid drift.
No socks, feet planted in his old, tattered high top runners with two
different colored laces, off we went.

We sat at the upper level Food Court eating a plate of shared French Fries
that our combined smitten contribution allowed for. His gaze seldom wandered
from the washroom area just ahead of our table. He seemed to be intently
focused on the comings and goings of men, following their exit from the
washroom to wherever they were next headed.

I followed him in silence, never questioning his earlier statement that we
had to get some money and as to exactly we were supposed to acquire it. We
then took a seat on the lower Mall level facing a long, dingy hallway. A
large sign above the entry indicated washrooms ahead.

About ten minutes later a man in his fifties with white cropped hair, whom I
noticed twice at the Food Court washroom, made his way down the hall and
into the men's room. Jill was on his feet and me on his tail.

"Follow my lead, Jacky. Don't say anything and take a place at the urinal
beside me," he ordered.

The rest room was dingy and vacant except for the man standing at a urinal.
Four toilet cubicle doors stood ajar. Jill assumed a position directly to
the man's right and I stood beside Jill. He pulled down his shorts below his
buttocks and began to play with his cock and balls, all the while focused on
the man's own genitalia openly displayed and growing by the second!

I watched in shock as Jill reached over, took hold of the man's swollen
member, and fondled it with a huge grin. The man reached over and did the
same to Jill, his face flushed red in obvious lust of Jill's boyhood. They
stroked each other for just a few moments when Jill broke the silence.

"Forty for a hand job, eighty for a blow, sir!" he said as if giving him the
time of day as he stroked the man's cock vigorously as if to show that his
offer was legitimate "Or if ya wanna blow me, its fifty!"

I looked on astonished! What the fuck was he doing? With a rabid look upon
his face the man quickly pulled his hand away from Jill's still flaccid
cock.

"Fucking boy hustler, I should have known! Sorry kid, I don't pay for it. Go
back down town to the boy stroll where ya belong," he said with disdain as
he refastened his pants and turned to walk out.

Jill was quick as a fox; he positioned himself at the door preventing the
man's exit! "How bout we cut a deal, thirty bucks for letting ya touch me
and the little hand job I gave ya?"

"Fuck off kiddo, get out of my way!" he yelled and made a move to push Jill
aside.

Jill then ripped his already torn T-shirt full up the front, exposing his
chest, kicked off one runner then pulled his shorts down, looped around his
one shod foot.

"Go ahead ...leave! I'll be right behind ya yelling rape, ya fuckin' pervert!
I got your precum on my fingers, see!" he retorted and paused to show the
man that indeed his fingers were wet with semen then rubbed them to his
cheeks and lips before continuing ... " Try and deny your DNA, old man! My
friend will vouch that ya were trying to molest me when he came in to see
what was taking me so long!" he lashed out looking my way in anticipation
that I would support his cock and bull account of events.


I stumbled for words and finally sputtered, "Yeah, I seen everything, man!
Look at the bruises ya caused. " My cameo-acting debut was not near as
convincing as my leading man but it must have had some theatrical impact on
the man. He scowled at me with contempt, I got scared!

"Hand over your wallet and we'll call it even since ya didn't want to
negotiate a lesser price and then threw insults at me, ya fuckin `old faggot
bathroom queen!"

In absolute fear the man was visibly shaking, unable to utter intelligible
words. He reached for his wallet and Jill grabbed it, pulling out bills, and
then tossed the wallet into a toilet, remarkably from ten feet away!
Moreover, if that wasn't enough, he kicked the man between the legs sending
him to his knees.

He replaced his shoe, pulled up his shorts, took off the T-shirt, and placed
it upon the defeated man's head, adding insult to injury!

"There ya go, fuck face, a token souvenir for ya!" With that, we were out
and gone, laughing our heads off and $182.00 richer!

I had to ask, "Would ya have given him a blow job for eighty bucks, Jill?"

"Fucking right I would, dude! Can ya think of another way of making eighty
bucks in two or three minutes? Them old men are so horny for boys that they
can't hold off cumming real quick, ya barely have to even suck it!"

The mysteries were beginning to unravel themselves. The man in the brown
stone townhouse came to mind, as well as the Gym Teacher and apparent sexual
assault accusations .but I inquired no farther.

We stopped at one of those expensive designer clothing stores in pursuit of
Tommy Hilfiger jeans. I wanted a white pair but Jill explained that on the
dance floor white pants would stand out too much in the darkness and draw
attention should they happen to be resting below my ass while engaging in
sex. A black pair was his recommendation.

The lone sales clerk was in his late twenties; his name badge read "Chad,
Assistant Manager." He was a screaming queen, faggot! He should have had it
stenciled on his forehead! You could not help but notice his gaze that often
wandered over Jill's bare chest and prominent crotch obviously undressing
Jill in his mind as he showed us the jeans. Jill certainly picked up on the
man's ogling and played it to the hilt!

Sudden disinterest in the jeans, "Oh, look Jacky! This bathing suit is to
die for, isn't it?" he said with an effeminate tone and gestures to match,"
Excuse me Sir, but can I try this on along with the jeans? ... Shit, I'm not
wearing any underwear, damn it! I know that all stores have that policy when
trying on swimsuits! Oh well, I'll come back another time. Do you have lay
away?" Without even a breath taken, Jill went on with his antics.

"I'm not real sure of my waist and length so I'll take these three to try
on. Where is your change rooms Sir?" The faggy sales man was beside himself
with lust; the bulge at his crotch spoke volumes.

"My mom insisted that I have the sales person check for proper fit before
spending a fortune. Ya know mothers, right?" he giggled, rolling his eyes
for effect. "She even wanted to come shopping with me, like I'm still 10
years old ... Jeepers!" he exclaimed, as he raised his hands in gesture of
frustration with motherhood.


I had to stifle laughing aloud at Jill's convincing act of homo-teen He then
made a proposition that Chad could not refuse!

"Do ya mind coming in the change room to help me? I mean, like ... instead of
me coming out three times for your professional opinion." he suggested with
a sly, devious smirk "We're in a bit of a hurry because it's my 15th
birthday! If anyone happens to wander into the store Jacky can tell them
that you'll be back in a jiffy!" Already bare chested and with the startling
revelation that Jill was not wearing undies, the prospect of seeing him very
naked was too much for Chad! He stumbled over his own feet, knocking over a
sock display rack as he led Jill to the change room.

Safely out of view, I began loading up the backpacks with two pair of jeans
each, black and white in our sizes. A couple of nice shirts, boxer briefs
and the bathing suit that I wasn't sure if Jill really liked or not, but I
liked it and selected another for myself, my first felony crime was
committed!

Ten minutes later, Jill emerged from the change room, Chad followed with a
smug, satisfied look, like the cat that caught the mouse. Beads of
perspiration rolled down his reddened face as he rang up a pair of jeans,
giving a generous thirty percent staff discount as an added bonus. I paid
for the purchase out of our extortion money that I was holding as Jill had
no pockets.

We departed the Mall without haste. Jill confided that he allowed Chad to
give him a blowjob, making Chad's day a memorable one and stalling to allow
me to shop lift. When Chad notices the pilfered merchandise there was not a
chance in hell that he would report it or produce a video of the theft while
he was pre-occupied with a young boy customer in a change room!

I was a little upset that he allowed faggy Chad full sexual access and made
a jealous quip to the acknowledgment, "Getting naked in front of him wasn't
enough of a tactic, but letting him blow ya?" I accused with scorn "Hope ya
enjoyed it!"

"I was barely hard and I didn't cum, if you must know!" he said with a
sneer, "I was just giving you time to get stuff. Gees, what's with you?"


"Nothin, I guess!" I responded, not wanting to display my jealousy.

He suggested that we go to the Mega Aquatic Centre for the rest of the
afternoon and try out our new, designer swimsuits. I had never been there
before but Jill claimed it to be a fun place. We had money and could rent
towels and a locker to store our stolen goods valued at around $539.00, we
discovered after adding up the price tags in our heads.


...to be continued.......