Title: Aaron's New Job
Author: jakeonthebox
Link: https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/menstrippednaked/conversations/messages/7273
Author: jakeonthebox
Link: https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/menstrippednaked/conversations/messages/7273
Part 1
Aaron had been lifting weights since he was 17... now at 21 he was pretty impressed with his progress and got off on looking at himself in the mirror. He got some admiring looks at the town pool and was the first one among his buddies to pull his shirt off during their pickup games in the park.
After one such game as he was walking back to his Jeep, a former neighbor of his named Clint Weston, whom Aaron had not seen since he was in high school, happened to roll through the parking lot in his Audi. Spotting Aaron, he opened his window and stopped. "Hey there, young man, remember me?"
Aaron wiped the sweat off his hands with his t-shirt, then dropped it to shake hands. After returning it with a firm grip, the older man, grabbed Aaron's popped-out biceps and gave it an appreciate squeeze. "I almost didn't recognize you under all that muscle!" he declared, "What have you been doing?"
Aaron could barely contain a grin; he got so stoked when people noticed how buff he had become. "I just lift weights and swim a lot," he replied as Clint took in the whole package. Aaron was wearing a pair of shiny blue basketball shorts which had slid low on his slim hips, so that 3" of his white briefs were visible above the shorts. They sagged even lower in back under the weight of his wallet, so that a good portion of his butt was only separated from the world by the white briefs, slightly transparent from sweat. His torso was long and lean with the beginnings of a sixpack emerging from the tight skin of his belly. His pecs, like his biceps, were popped out from last night's workout, and a gold ram's horn nestled in the deep crease between them. Like his buddies, Aaron shaved what little body hair he had so he was smooth and tan all over.
The two men chatted about this and that as Clint continued to admire Aaron's budding physique. Like most kids his age, he could not stand still and he shifted from one position to another the whole time they were talking. At one point, he put a hand on his head, revealing that even his armpit was completely smooth. He noticed the man's eyes sweeping over him, but he didn't think much of it; it happened all the time.
"So what are your plans, now that you're done with college?" Clint enquired.
"I'm not sure yet, I was hoping to get a job as a coach or gym teacher, but I think I was too late to get started this year; I haven't gotten any replies. I was ready to ask Mr. Seaver for my old job at the supermarket." Aaron admitted.
"Sorry to hear that. It may not be in your field, but I am looking for someone to do some administrative and inventory work in my office. If you wanted something to do while you are looking, I promise there won't be any hard feelings if you get something you'd like better."
Aaron's face lit up. "Really? That would be awesome!"
Clint wrote somethings on a business card and handed it to Aaron. "It's not rocket science, but it's a better job for a college man than bagging groceries. I'm going overseas tomorrow, but why don't you go by the office on Monday, ask for Andrea, and she'll give you something to do until I get back."
"Wow, Mr. Weston, thanks! I really appreciate this!" Aaron pocketed the card. After a few more minutes of pleasantries, they shook hands again and parted company.
The next day, Aaron realized that he didn't ask what he should wear. He didn't know what kind of work he'd be doing or what kind of company it was. His dad, an office drone for a big accounting firm, said you should always err on the conservative side. He suggested that Aaron go with a white, long-sleeved shirt, dark pants and shoes, and a sober tie. Aaron hardly owned anything like that, so he ended up going shopping for some business attire. He was glad the job was pretty much a sure thing, because he'd be pissed if he bought all these clothes and it didn't work out. A gym teacher would never wear anything like it.
At his dad's suggestion, he went to a men's store in the mall that he had never visited before. Most of his fun clothes came from Abercrombie and American Eagle, and that's how he was dressed now: an oversized sleeveless white t-shirt with arm holes that revealed his lats and gave occasional peeks at his hard pecs and belly as he moved around, and a pair of black tear-away pants halfway down his ass as usual. This store had no cute girls, loud music or black-and-white pictures of sexy young people like him. It was busy, but really boring, and two salesmen looked like they won the lottery when he came in. He quickly realized he was the youngest person in there by about 30 years, so these two guys practically tripped over themselves to get to him first. Aaron chuckled to himself, "Couple of fruits" but the truth is admiration from anyone was fine with him, and he staged a luxuriant stretch so that the two clerks got a round-the world view of his waist, clad as usual in tight white briefs, before his shirt dropped back over them.
"What can we do for you today, young man?" One of them purred.
Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, Aaron explained his situation and the two of them were off on a mission. It quickly became clear that they were in charge, and – since he didn't know what he was doing – Aaron became quite meek in their charge. Of course he didn't know his dress shirt size, so they
hustled him into the vestibule of the changing rooms, out of the store but still in plain sight of people coming and going, and took great pleasure in measuring him, finding ways to brush the smooth skin of his shoulders and sides a few times. They made disparaging marks at kids who wore such enormous clothing, saying it was about time he got some clothes that fit. They suggested that – since his shoulders and back were getting developed, an "athletic fit" shirt, which was tapered from shoulders to waist, would be the most flattering.
They had him hike the baggy t-shirt up around his nipples so they could measure his waist and chest right against the bare skin "for a more accurate fit." He shivered as strange fingers fluttered across the skin of his belly and brushed his nipples, and one man's face was less than nine inches from the fly of
his Calvin Klein briefs, so close he could practically feel his breath on his crotch. "If only I could get a girl down there," Aaron thought wryly.
Meanwhile, his track pants, weighed down by wallet, keys, and cell phone, kept riding lower on his hips as they moved him around. By now, the waistband was below the leg bands of his briefs so that his flanks showed between them and the pants. A couple of times, he tucked his shirt under his chin and tugged at the pants but they just slid right back down, his substantial bulge the only thing that kept them from falling right off. A few other customers, all older men, gave him a double take, standing there half on display as they came and went, as it seemed like it took forever for these two clowns to get accurate measurements of him.
Even though he knew his jeans size, the other salesman pointed out that most of their pants came from Italy and the sizes were different. There was no way they could get accurate measurements through these ridiculous pants, he fretted.
The one kneeling in front of him said, "Here, they're practically falling off anyway," and – with an unceremonious tug at his waist, pulled them down. Now remember these were tear-away pants with snaps down both sides, so when he pulled, the front and back of the pants separated and fell to the floor.
Aaron gasped in embarrassment as he was now standing there with his briefs on display.
He also dropped the shirt, and the clerk with the tape grumbled in mock irritation. "I can't possibly measure you with that draped all over the place.... it's practically a dress! The other one clucked in agreement and –before Aaron could react, lifted it off his body, tugging his arms up with them, and over his head. Now the once-cocky youth was in a busy store wearing nothing but his tighty-whities and flip-flops.
Nonplussed, the men went right back to work. They did his chest and waist measurements again without the distraction of the shirt, then did his inseam, one holding his substantial balls while the other one pressed the end of the tape into his "taint", a finger sliding around until it was firmly against
his puckered doorbell as he made a great show of trying to read the numbers from between Aaron's muscular thighs. Then, they did another measurement at the hips, one holding the tape up against the peak of his jaunty ass while the other held the two ends together firmly against the shaft of his healthy young cock, which of course started to stir during the unprecedented exploration of his butthole and was now standing up plainly visible in his briefs.
It was just then that a familiar voice boomed into his consciousness.
"Aaron McKinsey, is that you?"
Part II
Aaron was horrified to see his old boss Vincent Seaver staring back at him with the beginnings of a sly grin. "Um, hi Mr. Seaver, I am just getting measured for some new clothes."
Vincent chuckled, "What happened to the old ones?" although he could see the two pieces of Aaron's pants and the "wife-beater" on the floor.
"They were in the way," said one of the clerks. Since their little grope-fest was interrupted, they busied themselves looking for some things in Aaron's size. Mr. Seaver, either oblivious to or simply enjoying Aaron's embarrassment at being caught nearly naked, appeared to be in no hurry and continued to chat with his former employee as if he had all the time in the world. He commented on
how much more built Aaron had gotten since he worked in the supermarket.
"Yeah, I have been going to the gym a lot in college," said Aaron nervously, anything to change the subject. He reached down and started trying to re-assemble his pants, but the clerk stopped him. "Just relax, Carl will be back in a minute for some pants for you to try on." He took the pants out of the boy's hands and set them aside, then used both hands on his bare hips to guide him back onto the box they had used to take his measurements.
"It's just as well you lost those baggy clothes," the older man said, looking over the youth's body appreciatively. "It looks like you've spent a lot of time working on those muscles, you should let them show." Without invitation, he ran his hand over Aaron's tight abs and cupped a meaty pec in his big hand, grazing the nipple with his callouses. Aaron felt his dick jerk to life again... what the fuck was with him today? In seconds he was totally boned again, his thick cock standing in plain relief in the white briefs.
Naturally, just then Carl came back with a stack of things for him to try on. Before handing him the first pair, his eyes zeroed in on the big ridge in the front of Aaron's white briefs.
"Um, you seem to have a little problem," he stated sarcastically. "There' s no way we can get an accurate fit with you like that," his eyes pointed out the obvious object of his attention. Aaron was purple with embarrassment. "Um, do you think I could use the bathroom?" Anything to get away from the six prying eyes, to say nothing of the others just outside the open doorway.
"I'm sorry, it's in the stockroom and nobody is allowed back there but employees." Carl said with mock sweetness. He was enjoying this too much. "We have had too many problems with shoplifters."
Vincent piped up. "Well what if an employee accompanied him? That way he couldn't get into any trouble... not that I think he'd sneak out the back dressed like that!"
Martin, the other employee, agreed, but decided they had better BOTH go. Vincent said, "fine, then you can chaperone me!" and followed the little parade through the store full of bemused men, Aaron completely mortified but still totally hard.
Part III
Alone in the little restroom, Aaron tried to think of boring and even gross stuff to get his dick to calm down. He remembered a trick from summer camp and ran his hand under warm water until the urge to piss hit him... that was enough to get his big cock back under control, and when he could finally pee, he sighed in relief. "Almost done in there?" Carl sang out, causing Aaron to grimace. "Shake it good now, " Martin cautioned loudly, "We don't want any wet spots on your new clothes" Aaron finally emerged, red-faced, and Carl led him back to the changing area, but not before several other people noticed and commented on his appearance.
By now Martin had some things for him to try on. He started to take them into one of the little stalls, but the clerks said going back and forth would waste too much time. Meanwhile, Mr. Seaver, who seemed to have all the time in the world, boomed loudly, "We've seen your skivvies already, what are you worried about?" So he put each thing on, Carl using a chalk to mark where alterations needed to be done, and getting some good feels in the process. They all watched as he slowly peeled the clothes off again, and by now several other customers were making no pretense of the fact that they were perving on his almost-naked body.
Finally they were done and Aaron hastily re-assembled his tear-away pants, only to discover that in Carl's eagerness to rip them off him, he had dislodged the button that belonged at his left hip. "Um, can you sew this back on?" he asked.
"Sorry, there's no tailor on site, we send everything to our downtown store," was the brisk reply. Great. The pants were loose enough when intact. Now they would never stay up. Thank god for the long shirt! To make matters worse, his old boss insisted on treating him to lunch in the food court when they were done. Aaron held the pants up with one hand until they handed him the tray with his food. He looked around for Mr. Seaver, and saw that he had chosen a table halfway across the crowded area. Aaron gave his pants a good hike and started walking stiff-leggedly towards the older man, but, but after passing about three tables, he had to stop, put the tray down and pull the pants up again. To get to the table, he had to pass a wider open area, and as he got to the middle, the pants were halfway down his thighs and fell to the floor. His panicked eyes met those of a guy about ten years older than him, who looked at him in a combination of sympathy, amusement and lust. "Here, dude, let me help you out" instead of doing the sensible thing and taking Aaron's tray, he grabbed the pants from around the younger guy's waist and slid them back up his legs, making sure his palms and fingers grazed the skin as he did so. As he reached up under Aaron's shirt, he let his fingers catch under the hem of the briefs for a second and on the skin of his bare ass, before letting the elastic snap back against his butt and running his hands over the hard butt as he brought the pants back into place.
By now the two guys were eye-to-eye "You should get some tighter pants, dude... unless you LIKE to show off!" the older man grinned wickedly and he pinched Aaron's ass and took off.
Aaron hurried the last few steps to the table where a very amused Mr. Seaver had watched this whole scene play out. "You sure are popular today, young man. If I knew what a hot item you were turning into, I would have insisted you come back to work for me. You'd be good for business."
"I can't believe this happened," Aaron muttered as he slunk into his chair, which was at right angles to that of his former boss, and mercifully half-hidden behind a big planter. "I've never been so embarrassed in my life!"
"Embarrassed, maybe, but you seem to be enjoying yourself, too." Aaron followed Vincent's gaze to his hip, where the teenager's unruly cock, once again, steel-hard, had pushed past the gap in his pants and was making a wet spot on the white fabric of his briefs. Aaron watched the older man's hand, out of public view under the table, as it closed the gap between them and he used two fingers to teasingly circle the head of the youth's throbbing cock through the underwear before returning to his food. Aaron bit his lip and it was all he could to keep his tortured cock from exploding, while all the while people passed by them blissfully unaware.
Part IV
Aaron and Mr. Seaver were just about done with their food when the PA system in the mall announced that it was nearing the 5PM Sunday closing time. Eager to be away from his former boss's lecherous eyes (and hands!) Aaron was relieved when the two men discovered they had parked on opposite sides of the mall. He shook his boss's hand and hurried through the mall, holding his fucked-up tearaway pants with one hand to keep them from falling down, as the various stores were bringing their security gates down. He slipped through Macys and out to the parking deck.
As he approached his Jeep, he instinctively reached for the pocket where his keychain was... except he felt... nothing! Shit! It must have flung out of the pocket when his pants went flying across that goddam fitting room. Unlike his wallet, which was too heavy for its absence go undetected, Aaron only had two keys so he didn't notice their absence until now. Luckily he had another car key at home, but that was two miles away. He went for his cell phone but remembered that he had killed the battery on the ride over. He looked around for a pay phone but the ones he saw looked pretty trashed.
Just then he saw a city bus lumbering down the boulevard that bordered the mall. Being a privileged
suburban kid, he had never ridden them but he was vaguely aware that there was a bus stop not very far from his house. Of course he had no idea if it was the RIGHT bus, but it was headed the right way so he sprinted for it, hanging onto his pants as he ran.
The bus was ready to leave as he got to the stop, but the driver saw him and stopped as he ran for the door. He jumped on and saw that it was packed solid, SRO. He inched his way past a rather large woman with many packages who was standing right behind the driver and saw that the whole aisle was full of people, let alone the seats. Just then the bus jerked into motion and he almost fell, stumbling backwards into the guy just behind him, who helpfully caught him by the waist. "You have to hold on," the man instructed, and Aaron noticed a loop that hung down over the forward-facing seats on the driver's side of the bus. The man -- who had a smiliar strap on the opposite side, kept his grip on Aaron's left hip as he reached up and grabbed hold, hauling his shirt up in the process so it pulled out from under the man's hand and deposited his fingers against underwear and smooth skin. He hung on a few seconds longer than was necessary, than slid the hand away over Aaron's belly.
Naturally the handle was on the same side as the missing button. and Aaron's pants quickly slid low enough so that his bare leg was visible between the pants and his briefs again. He tried reaching across his body to hold them up but he was practically sandwiched in between the man behind him and Big Mama in front, and saw that couldn't he manage it without goosing her. He grimaced and tried to "Stand wide" so the pants didn't slide any more, but he could feel gravity taking its toll.
"Hey kid, you're losing your pants," the man sitting to his left poked his bare side and pointed out, kind of redundantly. He should know as he now had an eye-level view, not six inches away, of Aaron's Calvins. He didn't seem to mind too much, since the cotton pouch containing the teen's pride and joy was plainly visible for his exclusive enjoyment.
"Um, thanks, I know. I lost a button. But I have to hold on" Aaron muttered.
His new friend behind him heard this and saw what was going on. "You kids today and your baggy pants," he chuckled. He reached down and grabbed the pants and pulled them back up, obscuring the view of the leering perv to his left. "I can just hold them up for now if you want," he offered. Aaron, not knowing what else to do, muttered, "Um, okay." The man's hand settled possessively back against his hip, half in and half out of the pants, the tips of his fingers resting partly on Aaron's underwear and partly on his bare stomach. Aaron tried to act like this was completely normal as once again total strangers were checking out (and touching) his body.
To his horror, Aaron's dick started reacting to the situation, hardening and worming its way upwards,
right towards the guy's fingers! He tried again to think about something else as he felt it grow. Soon it was insistently pushing his underwear away from his body right below the guy's hand.
Without saying anything or making any motions that would be noticed, the man slowly raised the tip of his middle finger to make room for the head of Aaron's now-throbbing cock, then kept the pad of his finger against it through the cotton. Aaron tried to keep his face impassive as if nothing was amiss, but his heart raced and he felt trickles of sweat trickling down his mostly-bare side, as the man gently rocked his finger back and forth, almost imperceptibly rubbing the sensitive spot just below the head of his dick. His lecherous audience of one had shifted in his seat and stared unabashedly at the the bulge in Aaron's pants, probably with a pretty good idea of what the man's hidden fingers were doing inside them.
Just when Aaron thought his cock was going to explode, the guy abruptly took his hand away, saying "Here's my stop". In doing so, he twisted Aaron slightly to the left. Instinctively, Aaron let go of the loop he was holding to grab his falling pants, but before he could reach them, the bus lurched to the right into a cloverleaf. He reached back for the loop, missed and landed with both hands against the window as his pants slid down his thighs, his rock-hard cockhead landing right against the suprised mouth of his voyeuristic neighbor.
Part 5
Aaron was finally approaching home, sweaty and tired after the embarrassing ordeal on the bus and then a pretty long walk. Naturally he had gotten on the wrong bus, and had to wait in a skeevy station in a bad part of downtown for a while before the right one came. He felt half-naked as more than a few creepy guys leered at his tan, buff arms and torso that were plainly visible through the deep-scooped arm openings of his skimpy shirt. He was grateful for the open shirt now though as he trudged through the late afternoon heat.
When he got near the house, he stopped short at the empty driveway. FUCK! His family had left that morning for their shore house and wouldn't be back for a week. He had barely paid attention to his mom's litany of instructions, so he had no idea who - if anybody - had an extra key to their house.
Aaron walked around the back and tried the back door, but his neurotic dad probably checked everything five times. He looked up at the house, trying to think of what to do next, when his eyes landed on the air conditioner sticking out of his window. It wasn't a very big one; maybe he could wiggle it around enough to push the window up and take it out from the outside. The window was a good six feet off the ground, though, he would need something to stand on.
It looked like most of the lawn furniture had been put put in the garage, but there was a little cart thing that they stored the pool cleaning stuff in and on. Aaron started moving stuff off it, his pants immediately starting to sag again as he shuttled back and forth. He gave them a tug between each trip and tried to hurry.
When he had the cart cleared off, he wheeled it under the window and tried to climb up onto it, but it kept rolling out from under him. After trying a few times he realized he was going to crack his skull open on the patio if he did it again. Defeated, he decided he would take a quick splash in the pool to calm down and try to think of what to do next. Realizing the clothes he was wearing were the only ones he had, he decided he better not get them wet. Glancing around to make sure none of his neighbors were outside, he doffed the wife-beater and track pants, and got under water as quick as he could before anybody might see him.
Unknown to Aaron, though, his attempts with the cart had not gone unnoticed. Mr. Porter, who lived behind them, was a solitary older man who seemingly had way too much time on his hands and spent most of it minding other peoples' business. Aaron's parents always took advantage of this when they went away and alerted him, so he could be even more on the alert for any suspicious activities while they were gone. Unfortunately, this specifically included Aaaron having friends over for a little party in his parents absence. it totally sucked to have a great house with a pool complete with its own warden staring down at it as if from a prison watch tower.
Mr. Porter's voyeurism came into play even more so where Aaron was concerned, because he also was a bit of a perv with a soft spot for muscular young guys. He was secretly hoping that Aaron might exercise his temporary freedom by wearing less clothes, and it looked like that was definitely the case as the college guy appeared to be swimming in just his skivvies. This was an opportunity not to be missed!
Aaron had done a few laps and was just chilling and trying to figure out what to do next, when he heard a familiar, grating voice.
"Yoo-hoo, young man. I saw you struggling with that air conditioner, is there a problem?"
Aaron, very conscious of his state of dress in the presence of his lecherous neighbor, moved swiftly to the edge of the pool so most of his body was hidden against the wall. He felt stupid admitting he was locked out, but at this point he had no other way to explain what he was doing.
"Um, yeah, I left my keys somewhere and can't get in the house. You don't happen to have our spare do you?"
"No, I'm afraid not." Aaron's parents were shrewd enough to know that a busybody like Mr. Porter was not someone you wanted to have access to your house when you weren't there to see what he was looking at.
"Damn, I don't know what to do. I don't want to make them come all the way home to let me in; they would probably never let me stay home without them again."
"Well perhaps if I held the cart steady, you'd be able to get the air conditioner out."
In his anxiousness to find out, Aaron jumped out of the pool. He started to say something, but he saw that his neighbor's eyes were not focused on his face, but somewhat lower. He glanced down at himself and saw that his white CK briefs had been rendered totally transparent by the water. His hefty cock and fat balls were plainly visible despite the double fabric at the fly, and his neighbor stared at them as if hypnotized. Aaron grabbed his black tear-aways and hauled them up over his wet underwear, ignoring how gross it felt, and led the way over to the window, still shirtless, holding them up with one hand.
Mr. Porter followed, staring at the youth's smooth, tapered back and wondered why he was holding the pants up like a towel. It became clear enough when Aaaron climbed onto the cart and let go of the pants to start struggling with the air conditioner. Holding the cart, Mr. Porter was leaning slightly forward with the effort of keeping it steady, and his face was only a few inches from Aaron's ass. In just a few minutes, the pants had slipped below Aaron's butt cheeks and the still-transparent briefs clung to the contours of those muscular twin globes. The older man was getting a show that rivaled something you'd see in a strip bar as the single layer of thin wet cotton did very little to obscure his view of that phenomenal ass.
As his pants slipped closer to his knees, Aaron felt his neighbor's breath on his butt and balls, chilling a bit in the wet shorts. By now the sun had started to go down and it was getting cooler. He had tipped the center of gravity of the air conditioner a little, trying to work it out of the window, so there was no way he could let go to pull them up.
"What's wrong with your pants?" Mr. Porter asked
"I lost a button somewhere. I keep pulling them up but if I don't hold them they just fall again."
Trying to hide the anticipation in his voice, Mr. Porter offered, "Well, suppose I hold the pants around your waist... that way I can steady you and keep them up at the same time. I can also block the cart wheels with my feet."
Aaron tried to decide which was worse, exposure or the possibility of getting groped yet again, and ... swallowing in dread... said, "Okay" on top of the cart he was fairly visible and didn't want to attract any more attention than necessary.
Aaron felt the cart shudder as his neighbor changed positions, then the man's hands grabbed the pants and slid them back up his legs, fingertips trailing against his bare legs and wet briefs before settling around his waist. Like the guy on the bus, Mr. Porter managed to make sure that -- while his palms were holding the pants against his hipbones, his long, bony fingers were stretched on both the front of his underwear and his bare belly. Aaron grimaced at the unfamiliar touch. Was this something they taught in Pervert School or what? Fortunately, between the cold and his struggling with the heavy machine on his shoulder, Aaron's cock chubbed up a bit but did not go full-blown hard as it had on the bus.
After about ten minutes of wiggling it back and forth, Aaron was able to get the air-conditioner free of the window. But then, disaster struck. The weight of a 190 pound guy plus a 70-pound machine was too much for the little cart, and it started to collapse.
Thinking quickly, Aaron projected the air conditioner sideways so it wouldn't fall on him or Mr. Porter. It landed several feet away with a crash. The force of his effort pushed Aaron one way and the cart in the other, and he landed face-first in a muddy flower bed, pants around his knees, knocking the head off a plastic sprinkler outlet which sent water flying in all directions.
Mr. Porter scampered free of the spray, but Aaron lay there stunned for a minute as the water soaked him. Could this day get any fucking worse?
By the time he sat up, Aaron was totally soaked and his whole front was caked with mud. He had it in his hair, in his underwear, and in his shoes. His arms smarted from being twisted awkwardly by the weight of the falling air conditioner.
Mr. Porter stifled a giggle at the sight of him, and managed to find the water tap and turn it off.
"My, you're a mess. Let's get you cleaned up." He helped the filthy youth to his feet and pulled the dirty pants up again, then led him back to his own back door.
"You'd better take all that off here, and I'll put it right in the wash." Mr. Porter tried not to sound too gleeful as they entered his bathroom, which had sliding glass doors out to his own pool. "Meanwhile, you can have a hot bath which may help the sore muscles." He busied himself with the water.
Aaron grimaced as he stretched towards his shoe. Mr. Porter noticed and took over. "Here, I'll do that." Aaron hopped on one foot as his neighbor knelt down and untied the soaked laces and removed his shoes and socks. By now the pants were sliding down his thighs again, and Mr. Porter briskly tugged them to Aaron's feet, leaving him once again only in the soaked briefs, but this time a foot away and at eye level. After getting a good look, he looked up at Aaron and reached for his waist. "These need to come off, too." Aaron started to do it himself, but Mr. Porter said, in a voice more authoritative than Aaron had ever heard him use "Let your arms relax. I can take care of it."
Aaron gulped and nodded. He couldn't believe he was about to be totally naked in front of his neighbor. Mr. Porter slipped his fingers into the younger guy's waistband, and --tugging them out from his cock and balls,-- slid them down to his feet.
After giving his equipment an unabashed once-over, Mr. Porter gathered Aaron's clothes in a ball and carted them off to the washer, leaving Aaron standing there naked and wondering what to do next.
He was back in a moment, and ushered Aaron into the tub. Then, using a hand-sprayer and his bare hand, he easily rinsed the mud from the kid's smooth torso. Aaron shivered as the soft hands slid over his skin and especially his sensitive nips, seemingly much more than was necessary, but -- naked, locked out and in pain -- it wasn't like he could complain. He started to relax as his neighbor moved to his hair. Soon he was pretty clean, and Mr. Porter left him to soak for a while.
Mr. Porter came back and had Aaron stand up while he rinsed the bath water off him with the sprayer, paying special attention to where the mud caked a bit in his pubes. Finally he had Aaron turn around and even sprayed between the globes of his ass wiping away what Aaron suspected was imaginary mud from one cheek with his fingers.
He guided Aaron back out and began drying him off. The normally cocky boy submitted meekly to the rubdown and then Mr. Porter handed him the towel, which barely reached around his waist, and led him into the kitchen. Aaron sat at the glass-topped kitchen table as Mr. Porter gave him a beer.
"A friend of mine is a doctor; I phoned him while you were in the tub and he said he'd come take a look at your arm. He'll be here in a few minutes" Aaron nodded numbly and they discussed the lockout situation while they waited.
Sure enough, a burly-looking male stranger appeared at the sliding glass door a few minutes later. He and Mr. Porter shook hands and he introduced himself to Aaron as Dr. William Barnes. As Aaron's neighbor relayed the story of his fall, Aaron realized to his embarrasment that the whole time they had been talking, the towel had been gaped apart between his knees, giving both Mr. Porter and the stranger a grand view of his cock and balls!
Before he could process that, Mr. Porter suggested Aaron get up on the counter so the doctor could examine his arms.
"I don't think I can boost myself up there," Aaron admitted.
"No problem," the big doctor grabbed the hunky guy by the waist and effortlessly plopped him on the countertop. Naturally, the towel slipped in the process and Aaron's bare ass is what made contact with the cool Formica. He grabbed for it, forgetting his injury again, and the doctor could see the pain in his face.
"You don't need that, do you? We're all men here, and I'm pretty sure you don't have have anything I haven't seen." and without further ado he pulled the towel away, leaving Aaron totally naked again.
Dr. Barnes felt all over Aaron's hunky arms and shoulders, asking him to identify the pain points. When he was done he eased him down onto his back and carefully shifted each arm into various positions, again to see what positions hurt. Meanwhile, Aaron's knees were spread at the end of the counter with his lower legs dangling off. By now it had gotten dark out and Mr. Porter had put on the bright overhead flourescent lights, and then subtly settled in a spot so that he was facing Aaron's knees, and he could also see right between them up to the younger guys' balls and asshole. Aaron could see what he was looking at, but figured it was too late to worry about it so why make a scene?
As he worked, Mr. Barnes was asking Aaron questions about himself. He pointed out it was obvious that he worked out and asked him about his exercise routine. He said he wanted to check Aaron out pretty thoroughly to make sure he wasn't hurt anywhere else. Then they got on the subject of work and Aaron proudly reported that he was going to be starting at WestCo that following Monday.
"What a coincidence! Clint Weston and I play golf together; in fact I do all the employee exams for WestCo. I guess I will be seeing you in the office soon enough."
When he was done with Aaron's arms, Dr. Barnes' hands moved to his shoulders, then his solid chest. As he kneaded the kid's pecs, he commented favorably on how developed he was and said it probably prevented him from getting hurt worse. All this stimulation, plus the compliments and his neighbor's eyes boring into his asshole was getting to be too much, and Aaron's dick was done behaving itself. It shifted, then started swelling to life. As the doctor worked his way down over the kid's ribs and onto his tight belly, it had expanded to it's full eight fat inches and met the doc's hands at his belly button.
"What have we here?" The doc chuckled and gave it a playful tug. Aaron almost died... both of embarrasment and the sensation of someone else's hand around his hard dick.
The older man sensed his embarrassment and laughed it off. "Nothing to be ashamed of; he and I will get better acquainted in my office, but for now it looks like everything's working just right"
Aaron glanced at Mr. Porter; his eyes were locked on Aaron's cock, something that was not lost on Dr. Barnes.
"Nathan, can you play nurse for a minute?" Mr. Porter jolted back to reality and stepped to Dr. Barnes' side. "I need to examine Aaron's lower abs but his penis is insisting on being right in the neighborhood. Could you hold it away from his stomach? I would ask him to do it but don't I want him to tense any muscles.
Mr. Porter looked like he had died and gone to heaven, and ... instead of gingerly taking Aaron's cock by two fingers, carefully wrapped his whole hand around it and held it triumphantly aloft.
Meanwhile, if Dr. Barnes thought anything about Aaron wasn't tense, he was kidding himself. The sensation of two sets of fingers gliding over and kneading his abs while a third hand was now enveloping his dick was almost more than he could handle. He couldn't believe Dr. Barnes didn't ask if it was okay to let another guy touch him. As Dr. Barnes worked, Mr. Porter was ever-so=subltly shifting his hand around on Aaron's cock... not quite stroking him, but doing just enough to keep different nerve endings firing,
To Aaron's horror, a familiar voice called from outside the sliding door. "You boys really ought to close the curtains! You're giving the whole neighborhood a show" Mr. Seaver, Aaron's old boss and his parents' parents' next-door neighbor, stepped into the room and tweaked him by the nipple. That was the straw that put him over the edge, and --to the three older men's great amusement -- his cock erupted, the first blast of cum landing squarely on his lips, followed by a stream down his chest and belly as his tormented dick pulsed in his neighbor's stroking hand.
When he got near the house, he stopped short at the empty driveway. FUCK! His family had left that morning for their shore house and wouldn't be back for a week. He had barely paid attention to his mom's litany of instructions, so he had no idea who - if anybody - had an extra key to their house.
Aaron walked around the back and tried the back door, but his neurotic dad probably checked everything five times. He looked up at the house, trying to think of what to do next, when his eyes landed on the air conditioner sticking out of his window. It wasn't a very big one; maybe he could wiggle it around enough to push the window up and take it out from the outside. The window was a good six feet off the ground, though, he would need something to stand on.
It looked like most of the lawn furniture had been put put in the garage, but there was a little cart thing that they stored the pool cleaning stuff in and on. Aaron started moving stuff off it, his pants immediately starting to sag again as he shuttled back and forth. He gave them a tug between each trip and tried to hurry.
When he had the cart cleared off, he wheeled it under the window and tried to climb up onto it, but it kept rolling out from under him. After trying a few times he realized he was going to crack his skull open on the patio if he did it again. Defeated, he decided he would take a quick splash in the pool to calm down and try to think of what to do next. Realizing the clothes he was wearing were the only ones he had, he decided he better not get them wet. Glancing around to make sure none of his neighbors were outside, he doffed the wife-beater and track pants, and got under water as quick as he could before anybody might see him.
Unknown to Aaron, though, his attempts with the cart had not gone unnoticed. Mr. Porter, who lived behind them, was a solitary older man who seemingly had way too much time on his hands and spent most of it minding other peoples' business. Aaron's parents always took advantage of this when they went away and alerted him, so he could be even more on the alert for any suspicious activities while they were gone. Unfortunately, this specifically included Aaaron having friends over for a little party in his parents absence. it totally sucked to have a great house with a pool complete with its own warden staring down at it as if from a prison watch tower.
Mr. Porter's voyeurism came into play even more so where Aaron was concerned, because he also was a bit of a perv with a soft spot for muscular young guys. He was secretly hoping that Aaron might exercise his temporary freedom by wearing less clothes, and it looked like that was definitely the case as the college guy appeared to be swimming in just his skivvies. This was an opportunity not to be missed!
Aaron had done a few laps and was just chilling and trying to figure out what to do next, when he heard a familiar, grating voice.
"Yoo-hoo, young man. I saw you struggling with that air conditioner, is there a problem?"
Aaron, very conscious of his state of dress in the presence of his lecherous neighbor, moved swiftly to the edge of the pool so most of his body was hidden against the wall. He felt stupid admitting he was locked out, but at this point he had no other way to explain what he was doing.
"Um, yeah, I left my keys somewhere and can't get in the house. You don't happen to have our spare do you?"
"No, I'm afraid not." Aaron's parents were shrewd enough to know that a busybody like Mr. Porter was not someone you wanted to have access to your house when you weren't there to see what he was looking at.
"Damn, I don't know what to do. I don't want to make them come all the way home to let me in; they would probably never let me stay home without them again."
"Well perhaps if I held the cart steady, you'd be able to get the air conditioner out."
In his anxiousness to find out, Aaron jumped out of the pool. He started to say something, but he saw that his neighbor's eyes were not focused on his face, but somewhat lower. He glanced down at himself and saw that his white CK briefs had been rendered totally transparent by the water. His hefty cock and fat balls were plainly visible despite the double fabric at the fly, and his neighbor stared at them as if hypnotized. Aaron grabbed his black tear-aways and hauled them up over his wet underwear, ignoring how gross it felt, and led the way over to the window, still shirtless, holding them up with one hand.
Mr. Porter followed, staring at the youth's smooth, tapered back and wondered why he was holding the pants up like a towel. It became clear enough when Aaaron climbed onto the cart and let go of the pants to start struggling with the air conditioner. Holding the cart, Mr. Porter was leaning slightly forward with the effort of keeping it steady, and his face was only a few inches from Aaron's ass. In just a few minutes, the pants had slipped below Aaron's butt cheeks and the still-transparent briefs clung to the contours of those muscular twin globes. The older man was getting a show that rivaled something you'd see in a strip bar as the single layer of thin wet cotton did very little to obscure his view of that phenomenal ass.
As his pants slipped closer to his knees, Aaron felt his neighbor's breath on his butt and balls, chilling a bit in the wet shorts. By now the sun had started to go down and it was getting cooler. He had tipped the center of gravity of the air conditioner a little, trying to work it out of the window, so there was no way he could let go to pull them up.
"What's wrong with your pants?" Mr. Porter asked
"I lost a button somewhere. I keep pulling them up but if I don't hold them they just fall again."
Trying to hide the anticipation in his voice, Mr. Porter offered, "Well, suppose I hold the pants around your waist... that way I can steady you and keep them up at the same time. I can also block the cart wheels with my feet."
Aaron tried to decide which was worse, exposure or the possibility of getting groped yet again, and ... swallowing in dread... said, "Okay" on top of the cart he was fairly visible and didn't want to attract any more attention than necessary.
Aaron felt the cart shudder as his neighbor changed positions, then the man's hands grabbed the pants and slid them back up his legs, fingertips trailing against his bare legs and wet briefs before settling around his waist. Like the guy on the bus, Mr. Porter managed to make sure that -- while his palms were holding the pants against his hipbones, his long, bony fingers were stretched on both the front of his underwear and his bare belly. Aaron grimaced at the unfamiliar touch. Was this something they taught in Pervert School or what? Fortunately, between the cold and his struggling with the heavy machine on his shoulder, Aaron's cock chubbed up a bit but did not go full-blown hard as it had on the bus.
After about ten minutes of wiggling it back and forth, Aaron was able to get the air-conditioner free of the window. But then, disaster struck. The weight of a 190 pound guy plus a 70-pound machine was too much for the little cart, and it started to collapse.
Thinking quickly, Aaron projected the air conditioner sideways so it wouldn't fall on him or Mr. Porter. It landed several feet away with a crash. The force of his effort pushed Aaron one way and the cart in the other, and he landed face-first in a muddy flower bed, pants around his knees, knocking the head off a plastic sprinkler outlet which sent water flying in all directions.
Mr. Porter scampered free of the spray, but Aaron lay there stunned for a minute as the water soaked him. Could this day get any fucking worse?
By the time he sat up, Aaron was totally soaked and his whole front was caked with mud. He had it in his hair, in his underwear, and in his shoes. His arms smarted from being twisted awkwardly by the weight of the falling air conditioner.
Mr. Porter stifled a giggle at the sight of him, and managed to find the water tap and turn it off.
"My, you're a mess. Let's get you cleaned up." He helped the filthy youth to his feet and pulled the dirty pants up again, then led him back to his own back door.
"You'd better take all that off here, and I'll put it right in the wash." Mr. Porter tried not to sound too gleeful as they entered his bathroom, which had sliding glass doors out to his own pool. "Meanwhile, you can have a hot bath which may help the sore muscles." He busied himself with the water.
Aaron grimaced as he stretched towards his shoe. Mr. Porter noticed and took over. "Here, I'll do that." Aaron hopped on one foot as his neighbor knelt down and untied the soaked laces and removed his shoes and socks. By now the pants were sliding down his thighs again, and Mr. Porter briskly tugged them to Aaron's feet, leaving him once again only in the soaked briefs, but this time a foot away and at eye level. After getting a good look, he looked up at Aaron and reached for his waist. "These need to come off, too." Aaron started to do it himself, but Mr. Porter said, in a voice more authoritative than Aaron had ever heard him use "Let your arms relax. I can take care of it."
Aaron gulped and nodded. He couldn't believe he was about to be totally naked in front of his neighbor. Mr. Porter slipped his fingers into the younger guy's waistband, and --tugging them out from his cock and balls,-- slid them down to his feet.
After giving his equipment an unabashed once-over, Mr. Porter gathered Aaron's clothes in a ball and carted them off to the washer, leaving Aaron standing there naked and wondering what to do next.
He was back in a moment, and ushered Aaron into the tub. Then, using a hand-sprayer and his bare hand, he easily rinsed the mud from the kid's smooth torso. Aaron shivered as the soft hands slid over his skin and especially his sensitive nips, seemingly much more than was necessary, but -- naked, locked out and in pain -- it wasn't like he could complain. He started to relax as his neighbor moved to his hair. Soon he was pretty clean, and Mr. Porter left him to soak for a while.
Mr. Porter came back and had Aaron stand up while he rinsed the bath water off him with the sprayer, paying special attention to where the mud caked a bit in his pubes. Finally he had Aaron turn around and even sprayed between the globes of his ass wiping away what Aaron suspected was imaginary mud from one cheek with his fingers.
He guided Aaron back out and began drying him off. The normally cocky boy submitted meekly to the rubdown and then Mr. Porter handed him the towel, which barely reached around his waist, and led him into the kitchen. Aaron sat at the glass-topped kitchen table as Mr. Porter gave him a beer.
"A friend of mine is a doctor; I phoned him while you were in the tub and he said he'd come take a look at your arm. He'll be here in a few minutes" Aaron nodded numbly and they discussed the lockout situation while they waited.
Sure enough, a burly-looking male stranger appeared at the sliding glass door a few minutes later. He and Mr. Porter shook hands and he introduced himself to Aaron as Dr. William Barnes. As Aaron's neighbor relayed the story of his fall, Aaron realized to his embarrasment that the whole time they had been talking, the towel had been gaped apart between his knees, giving both Mr. Porter and the stranger a grand view of his cock and balls!
Before he could process that, Mr. Porter suggested Aaron get up on the counter so the doctor could examine his arms.
"I don't think I can boost myself up there," Aaron admitted.
"No problem," the big doctor grabbed the hunky guy by the waist and effortlessly plopped him on the countertop. Naturally, the towel slipped in the process and Aaron's bare ass is what made contact with the cool Formica. He grabbed for it, forgetting his injury again, and the doctor could see the pain in his face.
"You don't need that, do you? We're all men here, and I'm pretty sure you don't have have anything I haven't seen." and without further ado he pulled the towel away, leaving Aaron totally naked again.
Dr. Barnes felt all over Aaron's hunky arms and shoulders, asking him to identify the pain points. When he was done he eased him down onto his back and carefully shifted each arm into various positions, again to see what positions hurt. Meanwhile, Aaron's knees were spread at the end of the counter with his lower legs dangling off. By now it had gotten dark out and Mr. Porter had put on the bright overhead flourescent lights, and then subtly settled in a spot so that he was facing Aaron's knees, and he could also see right between them up to the younger guys' balls and asshole. Aaron could see what he was looking at, but figured it was too late to worry about it so why make a scene?
As he worked, Mr. Barnes was asking Aaron questions about himself. He pointed out it was obvious that he worked out and asked him about his exercise routine. He said he wanted to check Aaron out pretty thoroughly to make sure he wasn't hurt anywhere else. Then they got on the subject of work and Aaron proudly reported that he was going to be starting at WestCo that following Monday.
"What a coincidence! Clint Weston and I play golf together; in fact I do all the employee exams for WestCo. I guess I will be seeing you in the office soon enough."
When he was done with Aaron's arms, Dr. Barnes' hands moved to his shoulders, then his solid chest. As he kneaded the kid's pecs, he commented favorably on how developed he was and said it probably prevented him from getting hurt worse. All this stimulation, plus the compliments and his neighbor's eyes boring into his asshole was getting to be too much, and Aaron's dick was done behaving itself. It shifted, then started swelling to life. As the doctor worked his way down over the kid's ribs and onto his tight belly, it had expanded to it's full eight fat inches and met the doc's hands at his belly button.
"What have we here?" The doc chuckled and gave it a playful tug. Aaron almost died... both of embarrasment and the sensation of someone else's hand around his hard dick.
The older man sensed his embarrassment and laughed it off. "Nothing to be ashamed of; he and I will get better acquainted in my office, but for now it looks like everything's working just right"
Aaron glanced at Mr. Porter; his eyes were locked on Aaron's cock, something that was not lost on Dr. Barnes.
"Nathan, can you play nurse for a minute?" Mr. Porter jolted back to reality and stepped to Dr. Barnes' side. "I need to examine Aaron's lower abs but his penis is insisting on being right in the neighborhood. Could you hold it away from his stomach? I would ask him to do it but don't I want him to tense any muscles.
Mr. Porter looked like he had died and gone to heaven, and ... instead of gingerly taking Aaron's cock by two fingers, carefully wrapped his whole hand around it and held it triumphantly aloft.
Meanwhile, if Dr. Barnes thought anything about Aaron wasn't tense, he was kidding himself. The sensation of two sets of fingers gliding over and kneading his abs while a third hand was now enveloping his dick was almost more than he could handle. He couldn't believe Dr. Barnes didn't ask if it was okay to let another guy touch him. As Dr. Barnes worked, Mr. Porter was ever-so=subltly shifting his hand around on Aaron's cock... not quite stroking him, but doing just enough to keep different nerve endings firing,
To Aaron's horror, a familiar voice called from outside the sliding door. "You boys really ought to close the curtains! You're giving the whole neighborhood a show" Mr. Seaver, Aaron's old boss and his parents' parents' next-door neighbor, stepped into the room and tweaked him by the nipple. That was the straw that put him over the edge, and --to the three older men's great amusement -- his cock erupted, the first blast of cum landing squarely on his lips, followed by a stream down his chest and belly as his tormented dick pulsed in his neighbor's stroking hand.
Part 6
Later that night, after Dr. Barnes had boosted his naked butt into his open bedroom window, Aaron thought about the fucked-up day he'd had. Six different guys had either seen or touched him in very intimate ways. First there was the two freaks in the clothing store, followed quickly by his next door neighbor and old boss, Mr. Seaver. Then there was the whole thing on the bus, where a total stranger practically jacked him off right in another guy's face. But the crowning touch was getting felt up by his neighbor and the doctor and cumming just as Mr. Seaver re-appeared on the scene. Then, when he
went to put his clothes back on, Mr. Porter had left them in the dryer so long that his underwear stopped halfway up his quads.
But the thing that freaked him out was, why did he keep getting so boned up? He was forever naked around his friends, and they got into all kinds of grabass horseplay. He never thought anything about it. But for some reason his dick was responding to every new situation, the ultimate humiliation being when he came all over his own mouth with three guys watching, two of whom he had known his whole life. How fucking awkward would it be the next time he was in the same place as Mr. Seaver and his parents? He just hoped the older man would be cool about it and keep his mouth shut.
Then there was Mr. Porter. What was that old pervert going to hold over his head to keep quiet? Aaron was going to have to use his first paycheck to get a new air conditioner to replace the one that was now in pieces on the patio outside. He ended up sleeping naked on the family room couch because it was way too hot in his room. After tossing and turning a while, he finally passed out.
He was in the middle of a very fucked-up dream when he realized that the rappingsound he heard wasn't part of it. He looked up and saw their mailman staring at him through the sliding glass door and knocking on the glass. Aaron jumped up and was halfway to the door when he realized he was still butt-naked and sporting an impressive morning half-wood. He looked around for something to wrap around himself, but all he saw was the little towel Mr. Porter had sent him home with. He wrapped it around his waist and opened the door. The mailman looked him up and down before handing him a large box for his mother, warning him "Careful, it's heavy, and it says it's fragile". Aaron turned and -- bending at the knees the way he learned in the gym -- put it carefully down on the floor behind him. As he did, he felt the short towel ride up, exposing his bare ass and the back of his cock and balls. He felt the mailman's gaze on him, and of course his cock started to chub up in response. Trying to hold the towel closed, Aaron turned back around. The mailman handed him one of those new electronic clipboard things and the pen thing that went with it. As Aaron reached for it, the towel slipped. Aaron grabbed for the towel but wasn't fast enough, and both it and the pencil thingy fell to the floor. He went to get the towel, but the mailman pinned it to the floor with one heavy black shoe.
"Don't bother with the towel; we're all men here, right?" The man knelt and reached behind Aaron for the stylus, his face not a foot from the younger guy's swelling cock, staring right at it. "How big does that thing get, anyway?" they both looked at it as it bobbed and rose.
"Um, I don't really know." Aaron muttered uncomfortably.
"Well it sure is impressive anyway, you're a lucky kid." Without asking, he reached up and grabbed Aaron's cock, stroking it gently a few times. Aaron stood there helplessly as he felt himself getting harder in the guy's hand until he was totally erect. "I'd say at least eight inches. Next time I'll bring a measuring tape." The guy's eyes and breath on his cock kept Aaron boned, even though he felt completely mortifed.
"Next time?" Aaron said dubiously.
"Sure. Your parents are away most of the summer and your mom sure gets a lot of packages. I'm sure you and me will be seeing more of each other. Or at least I'll be seeing more of you!"
"Says who? I don't think your bosses would like it if I told them you felt me up!" Aaron retorted.
The guy laughed. "What are you going to say? I answered the door naked and he attacked me? What do you think your parents would say if they heard you were lying right in the window naked with a boner! Besides that wang of yours does not seem to mind the attention."
Aaron didn't have an answer to that, as his dick was still pointing at the older man.
With that the guy stood up. "Go ahead and sign" he handed the stylus back to Aaron and gave his cock a few more admiring strokes while Aaron shakily signed his name.
"Be seeing you," the guy chuckled as he took his stuff back and took off. Aaron threw himself back on the couch and stared accusingly at his throbbing dick, but it showed no sign of repentance. With a sigh, he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking, thinking "motherfucker is never going to go down on its own." Shutting out the disturbing realization of what had just happened, he tried to concentrate on what he was feeling, and in no time he felt the famliar throb as his juice coursed out of
his guts and splashed against his face and chest.
Just then, he heard ... applause! He turned towards the sliding doors and saw Mr. Porter standing there holding a shopping bag.
Part 7
Aaron lay there guiltily, cum still pooled on his lips and chest, as Mr. Porter let himself into the room.
"Boy, you young fellows never run out of that stuff, do you you?" The older man set down the department store bag he was carrying and sat primly on the coffee table facing Aaron's reclined, nude body. He reached out daintily with one finger and swirled the goo around on Aaron's still-heaving pec, brushing it over the nipple.
"Eugh, stop it, that feels nasty," Aaron pushed his neighbor's hand away and grimaced as some of the spooge on his lips entered his mouth from speaking.
"Nonsense... it's the stuff of life. You've never tasted it before?"
"Hell no."
"Silly boy, you don't know what you're missing." He licked the cum off his finger as Aaron turned away in disgust. He was suprised how much more forward Mr. Porter was being, perhaps because Dr. Barnes & Mr. Seaver weren't there watching.
"So I felt bad about shrinking your clothing," Mr. Porter began, pausing to help himself to another fingerful of cum, "So I went out this morning and got you some stuff to replace it. I didn't know your size so I got a few different ones. I was hoping you'd try them on so I can return the ones that don't fit."
Aaron grimaced. The last thing he wanted to do was play dress-up for an audience again... shit, that reminded him! he had to pick his truck, and his clothes, from that damn clothing store and then go meet the woman at WestCo that afternoon!
"Um, I've gotta get out of here soon, I have to get in the shower and go back out to the mall to get my truck and it's gonna take me forever on that damn bus."
Well, that's where these things came from," Mr. Porter gestured at the bag, "So if you shower quickly and then see what fits you, I can bring you back there at the same time."
Aaron thought quickly... it would sure help to get a ride, even if it meant more time with his creepy neighbor . "Um, okay, I'll do that and come to your house when I'm done." and he started towards the bathroom.
But Mr. Porter was right on his heels. "That's all right, my car's actually here." He followed Aaron right into the bathroom and made himself comfortable on a bench his mom used when doing her makeup. Aaron rolled his eyes inwardly, but what the fuck? the guy just saw him blow a load all over himself, and Aaron knew the geezer wasn't above snitching to his parents if he didn't get his way.
Aaron felt eyes on him as he moved around the room and stepped into the shower stall, which had clear glass doors so there was nothing to impede the old perv's view. He tried not to think about it as he rinsed yesterday's gel out of his hair and scrubbed his stanky pits.
Aaron was glad to see that the doors were steaming up a little bit, impeding Mr. Porter's view, but the old man was too resourceful to let that happen. He stepped over and opened the vertical blinds as well as the sliding glass doors that led out to the deck. The dryer air soon disapated the steam and put Aaron back on full display, not only to Mr. Porter but the windows of the house next door.
Besides getting the drying cum off, he only gave his junk and ass a prefunctory wipedown... he didn't want to do anything that might get his cock going, and the idea of washing his ass in front of his neighbor was just too humiliating.
This was not a fact lost on Mr. Porter, though: "Aaron did you defacate yet today?"
"Did I what?" He was hoping he heard wrong over the sound of the water.
"Did you take a shit?" Mr. Porter pronounced primly.
Aaron gulped. "Um, yeah, why?"
"Well you haven't done a very thorough job washing yourself down there. I have some things in that bag that you can't try on with underwear, so you need to be extra clean." With that, he slid the door open and took the washrag from the stunned teen. "Bend over, and I'll make sure you're clean. These are expensive items and I don't want to keep the ones you can't wear."
"Mr. Porter, I'm almost 20 years old, I can wash my own ass!"
"Keep arguing and we won't have time to get your truck," Mr. Porter warned.
Aaron groaned and allowed the older guy to bend him over, leaning against the wall. "I've only got two hands," Mr. Porter tried to cover his glee with impatience, "You need to hold yourself apart so I can see what I'm doing. Your ass is very full."
Aaron was already mortified and just wanted to get this over with. "I can't do that and hold myself up too!"
Aaron winced familiar voice chimed in," I can help with that!" Mr. Seaver, who had a great view into Aaron's bathroom from his den windows, slid the screen open and stepped into the room. A minute later he felt his former boss's big hands land on his cheeks and pull them apart. Truth be told, he was already perfectly clean back there, but the two guys made a real project of soaping him up and scrubbing imaginary dirt from the smooth channel of his ass. Several times, he felt a bare finger trace down the crease and teasingly over his tight little pucker, and of course his goddam cock was back to
throbbing angrily.
"Okay, rinse off! We've got stuff to do!" Mr Porter announced, giving his bare ass a smack. Aaron did and then reluctantly turned around to reveal his boner to the two older men.
"Damn, boy, does that thing ever calm down?" Mr. Seaver chortled.
"He just came not even an hour ago," Mr. Porter tattled. "I just caught the end of it when I brought these clothes over."
Mr. Seaver shook his head. "Oh, to be that age again."
Aaron just wanted to cover up. "Can I get a towel please?"
"Before you do that, do you have any baby oil? It's going to be wicked hot today and it'd be good to trap that moisture against your skin." Mr. Seaver suggested.
"I don't think so," Aaron didn't even know what baby oil was.
"I've got some! I'll be right back." Suddenly Mr. Porter, who hadn't wanted to walk home, had a reason. He took off out the door and Aaron was left, nude, erect, and dripping, with his former boss looking him up and down appraisingly.
"Damn, that year at college has been good to you. If only I knew what a little showoff you were when you were working for me, we could have had all kinds of fun." He gestured. "I'm the only one who didn't get a feel of that cock last night, come over here."
Aaron shook his head, "I'm not a showoff, you guys just keep putting me in these situations!"
"... and somehow your dick seems to get hard every time!" Mr. Seaver reached out with one hand and grabbed Aaron by the ass, guiding him closer and then taking the kid's rock-hard cock in the other. "Mmm that feels nice," he growled as he worked his hand up and down, more roughly than the teasing way the mailman did, to say nothing of Mr. Porter's dainty touch. God, he was comparing the way guys gave him handjobs!!! What the fuck was wrong with him?? The other hand was alternately squeezing and stroking his glutes, inching closer to his clenching hole. Aaron really didn't want to let the guy make him cum, but he was starting to feel it approaching when Mr. Porter reappeared.
"Here we go... oh my! We have no time for that now, boys, I have to get him to the mall." Mr. Seaver sighed in frustration as the smaller man bustled him aside and starting squirting Aaron with the baby oil. They had him step out onto the bathmat so they could both work it into his skin, Mr. Seaver did his front, kneading his pecs and nips and giving his cock a few more teasing strokes, while Mr. Porter handled the back, including a few more dainty forays down his asscrack. Aaron was still totally boned when they were done.
Both men sat on the couch while Aaron tried on the various things Mr. Porter had brought for him. None of it was stuff he'd ever buy for himself... everything clung to his body tightly, showing off every muscle and bulge. There were clingy ribbed tank tops, scooped deep so the edges of his pecs and even -- in some cases -- his nipples were out in the air. There was a pair of white cotton walking shorts, snug in the crotch and butt, and thin enough so his briefs were plainly visible through them. There was a whole assortment of underwear, mainly boxer briefs but a few thongs as well, and the ultimate item, which Mr. Porter saved til last and held up like the Holy Grail, a white speedo, cut so short in the back that half Aaron's bare ass would be in plain view. It was so small that Aaron's dick, which didn't completely calm down the whole time he was taking the clothes on and off, made a very visible ridge pointing up towards his hip. It looked pretty obscene, but the older men loved it. Mr. Seaver pulled him over by the butt again and tried to rearrange the hardening dick in different directions to see how it looked.
"Guys, I really don' think I can wear this thing," Aaron sounded almost apologetic. "Everything I have is hanging out"
"Well you can't return it, your dick is drooling all over the inside of it. Now you're going to have to wear it, because it wasnt' cheap." Mr. Porter pretended to be annoyed but in reality -- as the person with the best vew of the McKinsey's pool, he was actually savoring the prospect of seeing Aaron in it again, particularly wet. The fabric was so thin that once water hit it, it was sure to be nearly transparent.
"Okay show over" Mr. Porter pulled the speedos down, causing Aaron's cock to jump out and slap Mr. Seaver, who was just then examining a wet spot in the Speedo, right in the mouth. Aaron yelped as the sensitive head grazed the rough hair of the older man's goatee.
"Sorry, fella, I like being on the other end of that equation," said Mr. Seaver, playfully pushing Aaron away with a hand splayed on the younger guy's belly. He gave his throbbing cock a few more strokes until Mr. Porter pulled Aaron away. "He's never going to go soft if you keep that up," He presented Aaron with the outfit he'd be wearing to the mall... a very snug mesh maroon mesh t-shirt, cropped not far below the ridge of Aaron's pecs, and some white overall shorts, the one loose garment in the whole collection. The crowning touch was the neon yellow thong underwear. Aaron dressed quickly, stuffing his cock into the barely-big-enough-pouch, then went to button up the bibs on the side of the overalls, but Mr. Seaver stopped him. "Leave them open... the whole point of this outfit is to let your body breathe, it's 105 outside!" Of course, the other two men were wearing a lot more clothes... Mr. Porter had long pants and long sleeves on, and Mr. Seaver was wearing long shorts and a conservative polo. Apparently only Aaron's body needed to breathe so much that most of it was exposed to the world. As they went outside, Aaron caught a glimpse of himself in the hall mirror. he looked like some kind of male whore, with most of his lats and pecs plainly visible, plus the realy bright stripe across his otherwise-bare hips that was sure to draw everybody's eyes right to the fact
that, as he moved around, you could see his whole front including his bare belly and neon-yellow bulge.
Mr. Porter moved towards his Thunderbird convertible, but Mr. Seaver said, "I'm not riding in that thing... I dont' think I'll fit!" He directed them to his pickup, where Aaron naturally ended up in the middle of the seat. As they took off, Mr. Seaver settled his right arm over Aaron's shoulders, idly fiddling with the strap of the kid's overalls as they drove. Eventually, he pushed the strap right down, then his hand wandered down the younger guy's chest, diddling the nipple through the mesh of his shirt til it stood up in the chill from the air-conditioner, before he reached down and pulled up the cropped edge of the tee and cupped the bare pec with his calloused hand.
Aaron endured it silently. He sat there trying to think of anything but the fact that another guy was handling him like a piece of meat and his cock seemed to fucking like it. Mr. Porter watched intently, in a mixture of voyeuristic lust and jealousy. He had hoped to have Aaron to himself all morning but their other neighbor always seeemed to run the show when he was around. At least he was still able to watch as the kid squirmed under the touch of his former boss.
"Nathan, do you think he has to wear this shirt into the mall? I know they require shirts, but the bib is almost like a tank top, and the shirt doesn't cover much more."
"Only one way to find out" and Mr. Porter pushed Aaron's shoudler straps down and lifted the shirt over his head. Without the straps, the bib fell forward into his lap, exposing his whole chest and the top of his belly. Mr. Seaver's hand went right back to his pec, thumbing the nipple from time to time as they drove.
As they got closer to the mall, they came upon a police checkpoint. For a while they inched along in the heat as the cops talked to the occupants of each car. Some cars were waved along, but every few were pulled to the side to have their emissions tested, something the state had become very anal about lately. Mr. Seaver grumbled because he knew his catalytic converter had been acting up and was afraid if they got tested he'd get a ticket.
When it was their turn, the cop asked a few questions about the truck but his eyes were raking over Aaron's exposed torso. Naturally, waved them out of the line to continue asking questions. As they inched along, the cop walked with them, while other cars waited unaccommpanied. Mr. Porter picked up on the fact that the cop was checking Aaron out, and casually shifted in his seat, catching Aaron's shoulder strap under him and revealing more of the younger guy's torso, right down to the waistband of the thong.
"That's some build on that young man," the cop remarked.
"Yep, we're very proud of him," Mr. Seaver gave a cheesy grin and hugged Aaron to him, squeezing his pec in the process.
"Okay why don't you fellows jump out for a minute while they do the test." He stepped back and let Mr. Porter out then moved closer to the door again as Aaron slid over, pulling his straps back up as he moved. "No need to get all suited up, son" the cop took the shirt out of his hand and threw it on the seat. Without the t-shirt, Aaron's nipples protruded on either side of the square-cut bib, which only came halfway up his chest. The cop unabashedly looked him over and asked exercise questions while the Mr. Porter looked on. Mr. Seaver, distracted by the other cop who and the tech doing the tests for a few minutes, rejoined them. "It's going to be a few minutes, they can't get some reading."
"Step over here in the shade fellas," the cop invited them behind an RV they were using as a field office, following Aaron and watching his butt in the tight shorts, then approached him, practically pinning him against the vehicle. "With an ass like that I don't think you need the straps, kid." He fiddled with the straps, testing them to see how loose they were and brushed Aaron's nipple with his palm in the process.
"I dunno I wouldn't want him to be arrested for indecent exposre." Mr. Seaver said
"Maybe we should test it out. We wouldn't want it to happen in front of a cop less understanding than me.
"That's a good point" Mr. Seaver said. "We wouldn't want to find out the hard way."
His hand hesitating over the strap, he asked Aaron, "You mind?"
"Go ahead," Vincent answered for him.
Part 8
Aaron's breath caught in his throat as Russell's fingers went between his solid shoulders and the straps of the overalls. Was he about to be outside, next to a busy road, in nothing but a thong? The cop slid his hands down the younger guy's arms until the straps fell on their own accord. Aaron felt the weight of the bib tug the shorts down a little, but breathed a sigh of relief when they didn't drop to his ankles.
The cop let out a wolf whistle and walked around Aaron like he was a new car or something. The neon-colored thong was visible all the way around, and (he knew) part of his bare ass showed between it and the back of his shorts.
"Well it looks like he's packing enough to keep them up," Vincent said, sounding almost disappointed.
"Yes, but remember he hasn't got his keys or his cell phone," Mr. Porter chimed in. "Those, plus if he gets any change, will make them heavier."
"That's true," the cop agreed. "We better test that out." He took a thick ring of keys off his belt, and slid them deep into Aaron's left front pocket. The shorts slid a little lower, baring part of his left cheek, but held their ground.
"I've got a cell phone," Mr. Porter said, as if it was a novelty to be proud of. He fished out a large, outdated model that looked like it would weigh twice what Aaron's Razr did, and slid it into Aaron's right pocket. The shorts slid a little further, but hung on Aaron's junk in front and his bubble butt, half of which was now exposed, in back.
"Walk back and forth a little, just to make sure they'll stay," Russell ordered. Aaron did as he was told, walking a lot more stiffly than he normally would, which naturally didn't go unnoticed.
"Walk normal, you look like you have a pole up your ass," Mr. Seaver bawled out.
Aaron tried to relax and move as he normally did, and -- sure enough -- his movement was enough to dislodge the shorts. Before he could grab them, they slid down his legs and landed at his ankles in the dust of the shoulder, leaving him red-faced in just the skimpy thong.
Mr. Porter gasped, "Oh, you've got them all dirty!" he rushed over and tugged at Aaron's leg. "Let me see!" Aaron reluctantly stepped out of the shorts and Mr. Porter clucked at the red dust that had worked its way into the white fabric.
The cop and Mr. Seaver could care less about the shorts... they were hungrily taking in the sight of the nearly-naked Aaron.
Snapping back to reality, Russell told Mr. Porter. "Not to worry. We have water in the RV, you can rinse them out." He led the small group into the mobile unit, where Mr. Porter busied himself at the sink. The other two men continued focusing on Aaron, and Mr. Seaver told the cop all about their adventures the day before.
Just then, another cop came in and told them the equipment they needed a piece of equipment to get an accurate reading on Mr. Seaver's truck which was at another site and wouldn't fit in a squad car. He had to take the RV. He studied Aaron for a second, first out of surprise and lust, then recognition. He had graduated from Aaron's high school a few years before he did, and used to enjoy bullying the younger guy. Aaron recognized him, too, with a lump in his throat, but neither of them let on to the others that they knew each other.
"Guys, I really have to get going!" Aaron protested
The young cop, Troy, eyed him coolly. "I'm sorry sir, but it appears that Mr. Seaver's truck may not be road-worthy. We can't release it until we know for sure."
"But this boy's shorts are still wet and he's going to be sunburned if he has to stay outside." Mr Porter fussed. He mostly didn't want to stand in the heat anymore himself, but it sounded good anyway.
"I have some SPF 30 in my car," the Troy said, leering at Adam. "He can have some ... if I can put it on him."
"Sounds fair enough," Mr. Seaver agreed, shushing Aaron's protests. "It's that or fry, boy, you should be grateful."
They had Aaron get on his hands and knees on the table of the RV while Troy retrieved the sunscreen. He squirted some on Aaron's back, causing him to jump, then methodically spread it into his back and shoulders until he was good and shiny. Then he went to work on the backs of Aaron's legs and worked his way up til his hands were massaging the kid's mostly-bare ass.
"Do you suppose these shorts are thick enough to block the sun?" Mr. Porter said, pulling out the waistband in back to study the label.
"I don't know, they seem pretty thin." Mr. Seaver commented. "I can see his buttcrack right through them.
"Better safe than sorry," The cop decreed, and unceremoniously tugged the underwear down to Aaron's thighs. Aaron protested and tried to get up, but Russell's hand landed on his neck and kept him in place. Unperturbed, his "fluffer" continued by thoroughly greasing up his asscrack where the sun had no chance of getting, finishing by swirling a finger full of the stuff around his angrily clenched hole.
"My that's pretty" Troy said, as the men all looked admiringly at Aaron's most private spot. "I could think of lots of fun things to do with that, if only we had more time."
Aaron was flipped over, and of course his cock was pointing straight up and throbbing. The cops, working as a team now, kneaded the stuff into his pecs and belly and the fronts of his legs.
"May I?" the senior cop asked Mr. Seaver, not Aaron, though it was the younger guy's cock his hand hesitated over.
"Sure, help yourself." Vincent replied. He and Mr. Porter watched as Russell wrapped his hand around Aaron's meat and starting stroking him. His old nemesis, meanwhie, possessively ran his hands over his slicked-up pecs and belly a few times, then -- as if he was suddenly inspired -- reached for his nightstick. He ran it around the younger guy's chest, getting it coated with the sunscreen, then put the end of it up against his hole and rubbed it teasingly, while looking him straight in the eye. Aaron stared back, all the old hatred and fear boiling up.
The others gathered there was some kind of weird chemistry going on between the two young guys, and -- as much as he'd love to watch it play out -- the older cop put a hand on his young charge's shoulder, and -- in a wordless exchange -- communicated that he shouldn't do what what he had been contemplating with the nightstick. He didn't tell him to remove it, though, and so his former bully kept it in place against his clenched knothole as his partner worked his cock, all the while smirking knowingly at him.
Remembering something from the day before, Vincent reached up and diddled Aaron's nipple with his thumb, which was all it took to push the young stud over the edge. The men exclaimed as he unloaded, once again with the first big blast catching him square on the lips, and the rest coating his chest and belly.
"He's got better accuracy than half our guys on the rifle range," the senior cop said admiringly, while still stroking Aaron's traitorous cock.
Aaron said nothing, not wanting the goo to go in his mouth. The young cop, Troy, noticed this and decided to push things a little. "What's the matter, you don't like the taste?" he asked. Aaron shook his head firmly.
Mr. Porter chimed in, "He won't try it. I keep telling him he doesn't know what he's missing!" then looked sheepish as Mr. Seaver took in this new piece of information with interest.
"I think he should try it," Troy said. He used his free hand to rub a finger over Aaron's clenched lips, while Aaron shook his head again.
"Now," Troy said, and gave the nightstick a little pressure to show he meant it.
Aaron rapidly considered the alternative -- which nobody seemed to be preventing -- and reluctantly let the cop's finger push between his lips.
"Lick your lips," Troy ordered, which Aaron did, trying to hold off on swallowing. Not satisfied, Troy fingered up a big glob of it off Aaron's popped-out chest and said, "stick out your tongue" with another push on the nightstick for emphasis when Aaron took too long to reply. Aaron hesitantly put his tongue out and allowed Troy to slowly wipe the cum onto it while the others watched.
"Now swallow it." Aaron, not having much choice if he wanted to breathe, grimaced and swallowed his own cum for the first time.
"See? That wasn't so bad." Mr. Porter cooed.
Chortling, Troy said, "He'll be sucking cock like a champ in no time! And I sure wouldn't mind being first"
Aaron said nothing, humiliated and mad at his hormone-crazed body for allowing himself to be pushed over yet another line.
The older cop guided the sticky Aaron off the table and they wiped him down as best as they could. Hopefully the cum mixed with the sunscreen enough that you couldn't tell the difference. They stepped out of the RV into the heat and Troy drove off. Aaron looked around for Mr. Porter to hand him his overalls, and they realized they had been left in the sink.
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