Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2004 19:14:44 EDT
From: CumPANion4@aol.com
Subject: Albertson's Peeker

This was inspired from a true trip to Albertsons.
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part or whole in any way without the owner/writers permission.

Those persons under the age of 18 should not read any further since there
are references to sexual themes between males.

Albertsons Peeker
by Peekmaster Cliff
Sunday, September 19, 2004

     It was almost midnight when I was driving home and I remembered I
needed bread and soft drinks. I only had a half loaf of moldy green bread
left and had sucked down my last Diet Mountain Dew.

     I went in the near deserted store and walked right over to the
bakery. Passing the magazine and paperback section I noticed a really
cute guy. He was in his mid-twenties, wearing a dark blue baseball cap. I
looked him over. He had a slender triangular face with a goatee. Around
his neck he wore a chunky silver chain necklace which stood out brightly
against his navy blue sleeveless t-shirt. He was sitting at the circular
reading table flipping though a stack of magazines, judging by the stack
he was planning on being there for the long haul.

     His head stayed bent down toward his reading as I passed but I did
see his eyes glance up at me and then quickly dart back down. I made no
secret of looking at him for just a moment and walked to the bread isle.

     Suddenly his bobbing foot action caught my attention I noticed he
was wearing baggy shorts the same color as his t-shirt and even his flip
flops were dark blue. I watched him through the corner of my eyes as I
decided what brand of bread to buy. His hyperactive leg movements nearly
hypnotized me like some snake charmer. The wide legs of his shorts yawned
open lewdly, showing his pale thigh almost all the way up to his groin. I
had to get a closer look. I walked towards him pretending to browse the
shelves. Suddenly I got an idea and walked over a few feet to the fresh
produce and grabbed one large, curved banana. Normally I grab a bunch for
midnight snacks, but this trip had developed into cruising opportunity,
not grocery shopping. I walked around the slanted tray of fruit and
picked two nice big peaches instead of my usual canned pre-sliced ones. I
put the loaf of thin sliced sandwich bread back on the shelf and grabbed
a pack of hamburger buns instead then walked quickly to the back of the
isle and grabbed a small jar of mayonnaise then nearly sprinted back to
the reading section.

     As I neared him I could see that he was flipping through various
bodybuilder magazines. From the speed of the turning pages he was only
looking at the pumped and posed beefcake pictures not really stopping
long enough to read anything. I was close enough I noticed his leg was
still bouncing and now I could see the tip of his mushroom head penis
bobbing next to his thigh inside the cotton tunnel. His shirt had a gray
Nike swish and the bold motto "JUST DO IT!" Making a big production of
the items in my hands I laid down the banana on his table, the two
peaches behind the banana pointing at him. Behind the plump peaches I
laid the buns then hesitated a few seconds before placing the mayonnaise
in front of the banana closest to him. He looked up of course and I
smiled and said

"Hope you don't mind, I really need to grab a basket."

     He wordlessly shrugged his shoulders as his eyes darted at my
suggestive offering, to my face and just for a second at my expanding
crotch. I could tell he was a bundle of nerves but he reached down put a
hand on his thigh and ran rubbed it back and forth his leg, raising his
shorts hem up his thigh and flashing a little more of his tasty cock head
and the scar of his circumcision. He looked back to his magazine, He was
blushing, his breathing seemed rapid and his leg still twitching like a
jackhammer. I felt certain that his heart was pounding the same staccato
rhythm.

"There is still a bit more I need to look at and get" I said with a
seductive grin.

     He looked up at me but I didn't look at his face keeping my
attention to his crotch. He reached down and grasped the head of his cock
just for a second and released it. I moaned

"Yeah! I really need to grab a basket" I tentatively started to reach
forward but a blaring "Price check" call over the intercom made us both
jump, breaking the voyeur/exhibitionism spell, reminding both of us where
we were.

"Be right back" I said and walked over to the red plastic hand baskets
not ten feet away from him, but when I turned back around he was gone.

Finis

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