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