The Tourist

THE TOURIST (Curtis & Jeffrey) By Lee Mariner

July 2002

DISCLAIMER: This story is a gay fantasy and depicts homosexual acts between consenting young men. IT IS A FANTASY AND NOT A FACTUAL ACCOUNT OF THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THESE MEN AND IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.

All characters are fictional and not related to any person or persons living or deceased.

PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT MAY LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES.

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Copyright: 2002 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved.

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The Fall Season

Tourists are the lifeblood of any resort area and the Outer Banks is no exception. Business always slows significantly after the season and there was a marked reduction in traffic in our store. Beth and one part-timer handled the store for the most part and I spent more time then I really should have on the beach hoping against hope that just maybe Mark would show up. There were only a few brave souls surfing in wet suits as dark moisture laden clouds scudded across the leaden skies. Quick thunderstorms were not out of the ordinary on the Outer Banks and with no lifeguards to stop them and the waves building, the kids made good use of the waves that crashed on the beach. Every once in a while some kid in a tight wet suit would skim up on the beach, his muscular body displayed by the suit and I would feel a twinge in the groin wishfully hoping it would be Mark. I thought about Mark in one of the suits but then I didn't know if he surfed or not.

Lots of people would walk up and down the sandy beach even with the threat of rain but not many of the cottages were occupied and I wasn't even sure if I was walking where Mark's might be, he had just said on the beach. It's hell when someone gets under your skin like he did me and you couldn't shake the image from your mind or the hope he would walk back in your life. I walked several miles on many afternoons after he disappeared even though it was not likely he would show again, hope springs eternal they say. I couldn't be in love with him, we had only been together a few hours but there was something about him that was haunting and you wanted to know more.

"Hell." I thought on one walk. "I've known other guys why was this one sticking with me and others were only pleasant memories." He was vivid in my memory and wouldn't go away.

Seasonal restaurants, miniature golf courses, kite flying, ice cream stands, car washes, drive-thru package stores and businesses owned by out-of state operators closed one by one and some of the larger chain restaurants would cut hours and staff like most of us do after the summer season. Most local residents that lived on the Outer Banks year round would cut back while others would shut down and take a Florida vacation just like tourists do when off work. But I stayed on working through the winter taking off occasionally when a friend would invite me to visit for the weekend. I didn't have any relatives I was close with and every now and then I'd take a week off during spring break and head for Ft. Lauderdale. This year I didn't feel like doing much of anything but hope Mark would pop up maybe needing new jeans. Fat chance.

After a week or so, I chalked up the evening with Mark as being another summer fling with another tourist but I couldn't seem to get him out of my head regardless of how much I tried. Every time the door chimes went off I looked up for an instant, hoping it would be him walking through the door. Beth sensed something was bothering me so she sort of took the lead and handled most of the customers that needed help. We discussed the cutbacks we would have to make and I left it up to her to handle and whom she would hire, she was more then competent and didn't need much input from me.

While she was handling that part of the business, I made plans for my annual buying trip to New York City and a stop off in Philadelphia to take care of banking business at Philadelphia National Bank. After a few telephone calls I made my usual arrangements for an overnight stay in Philadelphia on the way up and three days in NYC. Placing a final call to Philadelphia National Bank, I gave the information needed for lines of credit to be established using my personal and business accounts as collateral. The secretary I spoke with assured me they would have the vouchers ready on my arrival. Everything was just about ready except for hiring a part-timer and I called Beth over.

"I'm all set for the buying trip Beth, do you have anyone in mind for the job? Artie leaves on Friday and I'd like to leave tomorrow so I can be in New York by Saturday."

"Yes Mr. Cumberland, I have someone in mind that can start on Saturday. Artie and I can handle things tomorrow and Friday until Curtis comes in on Saturday. Artie said he would stick around through then if that's okay with you?"

"Curtis, do I know him, how old is he?"

"He's 16 and he has his work permit, I checked that. I don't think you know him but he goes to school with my sister and dates him once in awhile. I think you'll like him."

"As long as your satisfied Beth, it's alright with me. I think I'll leave in the morning before you open but I'll leave all of the phone numbers where I'll be in case you need me. I doubt we will be that busy but you know what has to be done. I'll meet Curtis when I get back next Tuesday." Beth was a good girl so I didn't worry about her being able to take care of things while I was away.

I left the following morning just after 7AM since that would get me into and through Norfolk right after all of the heavy traffic and being a Thursday the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel would be lighter then on a Friday. I always enjoyed driving that stretch over almost open water and if I was lucky maybe some dolphins would be swimming around playing with the fishermen that were always around the manmade islands.

It was cool when I left and the weather promised to be nice for the trip. Leaving early and with any luck I should reach Philadelphia somewhere around 1PM in time for lunch.

The trip was uneventful and smooth with only one stop at the Maryland & Virginia state line for a break at the rest stop that was almost on the line. I had lunch at Lindy's Deli and arrived at the bank a little before 2:30PM. Banks seldom changed and PNB was just as huge and cavernous as it had always been. The accounts department was in the rear and the secretary recognized me as I walked up.

"Mr. Cumberland, good seeing you again. On your annual buying trip?" "Every year Mrs. Outland. Are the credit vouchers ready?"

"They should be, I'll check. Excuse me, I'll be right back."

I really wasn't sure how long she had been with the bank but it had to be years. She was one of the older generations of secretary's, always well groomed efficient, competent and very polite. Not many left anymore. I took a seat in one of the leather chairs that had been a part of the bank since it was built but it was comfortable.

I sat and waited patiently for the credit vouchers that would establish my credit when buying and I wasn't really paying attention to anything in particular when someone spoke over my shoulder.

"Hey sailor wanna hit the beach tonight with an old friend?"

Twisting around in the chair I recognized Taylor Bridges instantly and I stumbled over my attache case almost falling down trying to stand up and shake his extended hand. His eyes were beaming and he had a smile a mile wide on his face.

"I'll be damned Taylor Bridges, where in the hell did you come from?" I exclaimed gripping his hard muscled bicep in my left hand. "You haven't changed a bit."

"Neither have you Jack, what's it been almost 6 years? Want to give my hand back or are you going shake my arm off?"

"Sorry bud, what are you doing here?"

"Right now I'm checking these applications to see if this guy is good for a few thousand in loans. Would you know anything about him?"

"I know as much as you do but I think he is worth it. What have you been doing? Do you have time for lunch or something so we can catch up on old times?"

"I'll do better then that, how about dinner tonight? Are you staying in town or just here on business?"

"Dinner sounds great Taylor, I hate eating alone but I do most of the time. I'm on my way up to NYC on a buying trip but I break the drive up staying in the Belmont over on Broad not far from the bank."

"If you haven't checked in would you like to stay with me and save the cost? I've got plenty of room and we can catch up on old times and get re-acquainted."

"I have a reservation but for you, I'll cancel it. What time do you get off work?"

"Five o'clock. Come on in my office and I'll give you my address and directions, you can make yourself at home, take a shower, do whatever and after I get off we'll have dinner at The Hub on Chestnut. There is beer in the fridge or hard stuff in the bar in the den but take it easy okay? It's only two hours before we close but it takes another half hour after we shut the doors to close out. I should be home about 5:30, its going to be good catching up, got lots to talk about."

I left the bank and walked over to the Belmont, it was only two blocks. Canceling the reservation, I got my car from the hotel parking garage and checking Taylor's directions drove east on Market St. to 2nd St. in the Society Hills section of the city, one of the more upscale residential sections. It surprised me at first as to how well his condo was furnished, very masculine and tasteful. There was a den/library on the second floor with an office. Bedrooms were on the third floor; his was on the left and a guest room on the right. A king sized bed was in the guest room with a private bathroom. I put my overnight bag and case in the guest room and laid my jacket on the bed. After looking around and getting my bearings I went down to the second floor and found the bar just as Taylor said and the fridge had a good selection of imported and local beers.

I fished out a Sam Adams and started looking around the den. There was a large overstuffed leather couch and two matching love seats with ottomans. A large screen TV with a variety of tuners, DVD and VCR players were built in too one wall. Pushing a few buttons the room was flooded with soft classical music from built in overhead speakers. I left it on and pulling my tie off went back to the guest room. The music from the den followed me and I figured it must be piped through out the house. I recognized the music as Mozart but the title escaped me right then. The bathroom had a speaker as well and a very large clear safety glass enclosed shower, big enough for 4 people. Reaching in I flipped the leavers and water fell like rain from overhead and a built in showerhead. Stripping naked in the bedroom and laying my clothes over the silent butler I stretched muscles rippling running my hands over my chest and stomach and scratching the thick pubic hair that surrounded my thick 7" uncut cock. Running my hands down in my groin I pulled my balls and cock upwards against the hard muscles of my stomach enjoying the feeling of being naked and my mind flashed back to being in the showers on board ship and seeing Taylor with a half hard cock looking at me naked. He turned his head away when he saw me looking at him and a feeling went through me, the feeling that you knew someone was gay but you couldn't do anything to find out. Maybe I would find out I hoped, my cock felt like it was on fire and its steel hard length throbbed I was getting horny thinking about Taylor's hard muscled body and what had to be an 8" cock.

Sucking in a chest full of air I exhaled in a long shivering sigh, pinching my nipples, little electric shocks shooting down into my nuts. The bathroom was filled with steam and putting my beer on the marble counter of the sink I stepped inside adjusting the water. I don't know how long I stood there, my half hard cock hanging over my balls water running off the head almost like I was taking a piss. I ran my hands over my chest and stomach around the soft cheeks of my ass and down into my groin pulling on my balls and stretching my cock out.

At first I wasn't sure but then I realized that the lights in the bathroom had dimmed from bright white and were golden amber. The glass door of the shower opened and Taylor stepped in with me, his muscular body shimmering golden in the subdued lighting. His dark brown eyes gleamed and he moved under the falling rain with me his arms sliding around my waist pulling me closer, his hard 8" uncut cock crushed with mine between us. He held me gently his hips moving slowly hard cocks slipping back and forth over and under each other. It felt like we were in a dream and I put my arms around his smooth muscled chest our lips meeting, opening, and our tongues twisting and curling searching and exploring the interiors of soft mouths.

I could feel his heart beating and matching the intensity of mine as our breathing increased. When we finally broke the kiss, we both gasped for air, chests rising and falling rapidly from the passion we both were feeling. His eyes bored into the azure blue depths of mine as he huskily said.

"I was hoping you felt like I did Jack but I didn't dream you would be like this in the shower. God but you haven't changed from the first time I saw you. I'm not off base am I?"

"You hit a home run stud." I said softly. "I've dreamed about you many times. You here now is like a dream and if it is, I don't want to wake up."

"Have you dreamed about this, I have?" He said sliding slowly down my wet slick body on his haunches and taking my hot cock in the warm depths of his mouth.

It felt like my cock was sliding into a flaming hot forge and I gasped loud sucking in my gut gasping and grabbing his thick muscled shoulders leaning over his head. "Oh Christ Taylor take it, suck it dry. Jesus Christ, I've wanted this. Drain my nuts."

Taylor groaned and brilliant stars shot through my brain exploding and forcing my hips forward driving my cock deep into his hot mouth ramming against the entrance to his throat. I wanted to shove my cock deeper but it was like a steel rod and would not bend and it ached, throbbing with every beat of my racing heart. I gripped his shoulders as he sucked nursing drawing in as much of my meat as he could groaning and moaning in the ecstatic fog of rapture that surrounded us. A fiery heat surged through every muscle in my body; my cock was like a rapier sliding over his tongue into its warm sheath as he nursed, sucking like a babe at his mother's tit. I could feel the hot molten cream of my life giving juice boiling as it surged upwards from my tightening nuts and I groaned "yesssss Taylor take it, make it part of you, I'm coming."

Gripping the back of his head I drove my cock as deep as I could my back arching, muscles tightening. Taylor groaned deep within his chest as my cock jerked, spasm after spasm sending streams of my seed into his mouth with the force of a volcano exploding. I could feel my body raising up on the balls of my feet his mouth swallowing, sucking and draining the life from me. Taylor tightened his lips around the girth of my cock stripping it of the last drops. I had been holding my breath and slowly exhaled feeling my cock softening but he did not release me, his tongue washing his saliva and the remains of my climax around it. I didn't want him to stop but the sensitivity that follows an intense climax made my hips move backwards drawing it from his lips. He leaned his head against my groin, his breathing and mine slowly subsided, our muscles relaxing and our hearts returning to an almost normal beat within the soft afterglow that surrounded us.

Sliding his body over mine, he stood still holding me. Our soft cocks held between us and he sighed softly his tongue licking my ear. The rain of the shower fell over us, streaming down and into the duel drains.

"You don't know how long I have wanted that Jack. I can't remember when I had such a climax from sucking someone off. You sent me right over the edge when you're cum started filling my mouth, God but you taste fantastic, just like I knew you would."

"And I've thought about you and wanted you just about as much Taylor. I wanted to suck your nuts dry but you wasted it down the drain."

He kissed me softly and looking at me with his soft brown eyes, he whispered. "You will get that later. Let me wash that gorgeous body for you and then you can wash me if you want."

"If I want, damn, do you know how long I've wanted to feel those muscles and suck your monster?"

We both grinned and like kids played as we washed each other under the falling rain with a Sandalwood soap gel and huge sponges. Still in a playful mood we dried with huge soft towels and then dressed.

Taylor drove a dark blue MG but he called a taxi to take us to the restaurant. Good idea I thought since we probably would have a few drinks. We waited outside the entrance to his condo building on the cobblestone sidewalks. Society Hill had been built after they destroyed several old warehouse and office buildings. The project was designed around a square that was a park with benches around a central fountain and Koi fishpond. Maple, Elm and Oak trees were spaced in the park and around the arched drive. The architect that had designed it did a really good job. All of the apartment buildings, townhouses and condos had been built matching Independence Hall and the Betsy Ross home. I thought about asking Taylor the real estate prices in the area but that would have been rude. It was not cheap and knowing or not knowing, you could tell that. The taxi pulled up as we were talking and Taylor gave him the name of the restaurant. I looked around just a bit before getting in. The night was cool but not uncomfortable and the ink black sky was filled with brilliant twinkling diamonds, Philadelphia was a pretty city and Taylor wasn't a tourist.

The Hub was one of the better restaurants in Philadelphia and we had a long leisurely dinner. We both had drinks before dinner was served and an excellent Merlot while we ate. Taylor explained that he had been working in a branch of PNB in Scranton and had only recently been promoted and transferred into the main office. His sex life was extremely curtailed in the city because of his position and he didn't want to take any chances with being discovered and "outted" by a disgruntled customer or some vicious queen that might get pissed if he refused advances in one of the many gay bars. His usual vacation spots were LasVegas, San Francisco or Vail, Colorado. He told me he was looking for some secluded place on the east coast he could buy but hadn't found anything yet.

I suggested he might want to check the Outer Banks, he might find what he was looking for there but he had a friend in Dover, Delaware who was working on something for him.

We had an Irish coffee after dinner with a slice of Philadelphia Cream Cheesecake before leaving. Taylor started to hail a taxi when we got outside but it was such a nice night I told him we should walk a little and then get a taxi.

We spent a few hours exploring and learning more about each other. His body was a mystery that I explored with tongue and finger tips. He responded the same way and we moved from one erotic and ecstatic level of enjoying each learning each pleasure giving spot in the erotic places that caused deep feelings to spread through us. Taking each other together we drank the life giving fluids that flowed in strong streams through hot hard faucets from the fountains of our bodies warming and filling the willing and demanding vessels we provided. Taylor's arms felt like steel muscled bands as he held me tight and before slipping off into a deep satisfied sleep I whispered softly.

"I'm glad you're my loan officer love, I like the way you accept and make deposits."

"I wish I had more customers like you." He said softly nuzzling the side of my face with his nose.

Taylor had to be at the bank by 8:30 in the morning and I was scheduled for a showing at Calvin Klein's at 3PM and then an evening show of Tommy Hilfiger clothes and accessories at 7PM. We woke at 6:30 with the usual morning hardon's and used the commode together before showering. I had a feeling he wanted to make love but he held off since time was really against us. There would be other times.

After we dressed and carried my luggage to my car, Taylor fixed us a light breakfast of toast, juice, coffee and fruit. We didn't say a whole lot as we ate except exchange addresses and telephone numbers. I asked him if he thought he might be able to make a trip down for a weekend and he promised he would see if he could arrange it and give me a call. I promised it wouldn't be a year before I came up the coast again.

I helped him place the dishes in the dishwasher and he set it for automatic wash. When we reached the front door he turned facing me sadness in his soft brown eyes as we kissed.

"Jack we waited too long, I hope we haven't missed the boat. I really have enjoyed this reunion and I really want to see you again. You will give me a call won't you?"

"You have my word on it Taylor. Dreams do come true and maybe ours will, I hope so."

Taylor waved as he pulled away from the curb giving his horn a light tap. I stood for a moment watching his car disappear down 2nd St. The morning traffic over the Franklin Bridge was light onto I95 and I made good time to NYC. The weekend buying was hectic and before I had a chance to think about the evening with Taylor I was on my way south back to the Outer Banks. Passing the Philadelphia exit on the New Jersey Twpk. I smiled as thoughts of him passed through my mind. It had been a better trip then usual and Taylor was a big part of it.

From the causeway over Albemarle Sound to the Banks, I didn't pass or see another car. Irvin Knights bar was open on the By-pass but not many other places that I could see; it was almost like a cemetery. I pulled my car into the garage behind my store giving a sigh of relief at being home again and I was tired. My bags felt like they were filled with lead as I climbed the outside stairs to my apartment. I thought for a moment that I would go down and check the store ledgers but that didn't make any sense, Beth would have it all locked away in the safe and it could wait until morning. After a quick shower I fell into bed and don't remember falling asleep until I woke up with a jolt in the morning. I must have been exhausted and from the way the comforter was wrapped around me it as not likely that I had even tried getting between the sheets and blankets.

My cock was rock hard and I stroked it a few times with Taylor on my mind. I wondered if he was doing the same and thinking of me. Jumping out of bed I turned on the shower and after the water warmed slipped under it stroking my cock, a powerful need possessed me as my nuts slapped between my legs with each stroke creating a luxuriant pain drawing my nuts upwards reaching for a mind numbing ejaculation. Groaning and stretching my body backwards I shoved my hips forward as the cream in my nuts churned and my cock was burning like fire. I could feel my cock swelling, hardening in my hand, the fiery rush of sperm racing through its aching length to be released and I exploded with a cataclysmic force sending streams of scalding man juice against the wall. Visions of Taylor and then Mark burst within my brain in a kaleidoscope of brilliant neon color, magnificent muscular bodies straining revealing their separate and combined beauty reaching combined climaxes with me.

Hot tears flowed from my eyes while my cock surged in body wrenching spasms. Tears of desire and frustration and my muscles tightened my back arched and my head resting on the wall behind me. Breathing deep gasping to fill empty lungs, my cock softened and I milked the last drops from the piss slit that small orifice from where life flowed. I leaned against the wall almost exhausted from the force of the climax that had drained me, my mind racing while I regained control of slowly relaxing muscles, softening cock still in my grip.

"Why does he come back in my head now, why?" There was no answer forthcoming and I finished my shower dressing and going down the interior steps too the store. The nagging thoughts of Mark haunted me again. Christ, even the time with Taylor had not replaced thoughts of him.

When I opened the private door to my apartment, Beth raised her head and seeing me smiled. "Welcome home Mr. Cumberland, did you have a good trip?"

"Very good Beth thanks. I'll bring the invoices down after lunch. Shipments won't be coming in until after Thanksgiving but still in time for Christmas and spring sales. How were things while I was away?"

"Sales were still a little slow but I think we held our own. We seemed to have an influx of college age customers this year though, that surprised me at first. The University of the Albemarle has had an increase in its freshman enrollments though so that might have something to do with it. All of the sales are entered in Quicken except for yesterdays though. Curtis started Saturday and I spent a little more time with him after Artie left. I think you will like him though. He will be here right after school today. His work schedule and a copy of his work permit are on your desk with the mail. There was a representative from the Rotary Club here yesterday and they would like permission to install a bubblegum machine outside the front door. I told him he would have to talk with you about that, I didn't have the authority. Nothing much else happened though."

"Sales may have been slow Beth but it sounds like you were busy. You could have let the Rotary Club install that machine; it's for the new fire truck the council is trying to buy without raising taxes. I'll call Mr. Petersen and let him know it's okay. Have you made coffee in the back room?"

"Like always, I knew you would want a cup when you came down. Good having you back."

"Thanks Beth, it's always good getting home. Trips are nice but not like home."

Beth continued with what she had been doing and I got a cup of coffee taking it with me to my desk. Going through the mail and checking over the schedule Beth had set for Curtis filled the time until lunch. Beth was right, business had slowed but it always did at this time of the year. There would be occasional spurts when some of the larger factory stores put on sales and that helped get over the winter doldrums. When Beth returned from lunch, I went upstairs and fixed myself a sandwich with a glass of milk. I usually rested for an hour or so after eating but I needed to go over the new purchase invoices with Beth and meet the new stock boy she had hired so I skipped it today.

We both had our heads together when the door chimes went off and we looked up at the same time. A nice looking young man carrying a knapsack on one shoulder came into the store and he walked towards us with an air of confidence almost cockiness about him. His dark eyes looking straight at you and he had a killer smile flashing brilliant even white teeth. He was typical eye candy and I had a feeling he knew it from the swaggering way he walked towards us swinging his knapsack.

"Curtis, this is Mr. Cumberland our boss, he owns the store. Mr. Cumberland, Curtis Martin our new stock boy."

"Nice meeting you Curtis, good having you with us." I said extending my hand. He took it his eyes boring into mine and his grip was strong and firm.

"Nice meeting you sir, thanks for the job I appreciate it." His eyes never wavered as he shook my hand and there was a sort of arrogance about him. Not irritating but there nonetheless.

"I hope you will enjoy working with Beth and I. She handles the store but I'm here if you need help with anything."

"I think Curtis will do fine Mr. Cumberland." Beth said directing Curtis to where some stock needed re-arranging from customers digging through it. I watched him walk away briefly but you couldn't tell anything about what was under his baggy clothes except his shoulders were wide and his forearms were thick with just a hint of hair starting to develop. The swagger was there and I could tell it was for effect not a natural movement. Black people affect the same style of swagger but more accentuated when they want to be noticed. I think Curtis wanted to be noticed. Beth and I finished going over the invoices and she took copies of them back to the stock room.

Curtis, the part-timer Beth had recruited from the local high school was a pretty cute kid, 16 years old. He had dark brown hair with blond spikes but he kept it cut close with a taper and not the skin tight cut most of the boys thought was so macho. He had soft dark brown eyes, the kind you could fall into and drown yourself when he looked at you. When he smiled or grinned, which was often, his teeth were gleaming white and even covered by full soft succulent lips. He had just the barest hint of fuzz on his upper lip and lower jaw line, a cat could have licked it off rather then him shaving which he didn't do yet. His face and arms were tanned a deep bronze from spending hours surfing and swimming on the beach and even wearing the baggy clothes teenagers favored, you could see his body was developing nicely and he was around 5'10 or 11"s tall. A really nice looking kid if you like them young.

Beth told me he was Captain of the school swim team and one of the states top Greco style wrestlers and really popular with the other students. We set his hours from 3PM until 5PM on weekdays and from 10AM until closing on Saturdays with a half hour lunch break.

Since school was open he could only work 4 hours a day during school days as outlined in the work permit the state issues for working school kids. One good thing about hiring him was that a lot of his buddies came in and bought the latest jeans, and all of the other clothes that teenage boys thought they needed to be cool and a fair sprinkling of girls that made up for a good business spurt after the summer and most retailers, including myself, put stuff on sale in an attempt to clear out excess stock and make room for new shipments in the spring.

My store sat on a corner and the school bus would make a turn up the street that led into what was called Wright Shores where summer cottages and the homes of locals were mixed. The driver of the bus would stop in front of the story letting Curtis off before she made the turn and he would still be dressed in his school clothes, baggy Bugle Boy jeans with oversized Hilfiger pullovers, which was all right since my store stocked the items and it was like a free advertisement having him working in the store. Usually he would pass the desk with a wave and a "Hi Mr. Cumberland" going on to the back. We didn't talk with each other that much but he was very easy on the eyes and his sort of carefree confidence was nice having around.

I didn't use a time clock then and he would come on in and after putting his knapsack in the back room check with Beth for anything that had to be done. For the most part I let her run the day-to-day operation of the store and I stayed in the front at the service desk.

It was on a Wednesday afternoon just before Curtis was due for work that the door chime rang. Beth was in the back and I glanced towards the door, my heart almost stopped.

A college aged young man brought memories of Mark flooding back into my head. At first glance he was almost his twin. Light brown almost blond hair, broad shoulders, a small waist and thick smooth muscles outlined by the skintight muscle shirt he was wearing. Uncovered biceps bulged and his thick forearms were lightly covered with almost golden hair and his narrow hips were sheathed in tight denim jeans. An electric shock surged through me as my cock started hardening, cramped inside my briefs as I stared at him walking with an athletic grace towards me. I stood behind the desk looking at him my breathing quickening.

He smiled, brilliant white teeth gleaming, deep green eyes looking into mine. "Excuse me sir. You have a sign in the window that your Levi Strauss jeans are on sale, could I look at them?"

I couldn't help hesitating he was so stunning and looked so much like Mark but I managed to stammer, "Cer...Certainly, you'll find them on the second table in the center isle."

He smiled saying "Thanks a lot" and moved, almost glided in the direction I had indicated, my heart thumping as I watched him move away.

"God." I thought. "There can't be anyone that looks that much like Mark." My cock was so hard I leaned against the counter watching as he moved around the table looking over the jeans. I didn't notice Curtis come in until he spoke behind me.

"Mr. Cumberland." I jumped at the sound of his voice and spun around. He was right behind me wearing sweats and I almost fell over him. He was so close I grabbed him so I wouldn't fall, he turned beet red and stammered.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to know if it was okay if I changed from my sweats in one of the changing booths. We had a match before I got out of school and I didn't want to be late for work so I came right on over. Would it be okay?" He said backing up, his eyes falling to my extended crotch.

"Sure Curtis, go ahead. I think Beth needs you in the back after you change. I'll take care of this customer while you're with her. I hope I didn't hurt you when I grabbed you."

"No problem Mr. Cumberland. I'll get changed right away." He said swinging his knapsack over his shoulder and glancing back as he walked away grinning.

Between watching the gorgeous guy checking over the jeans and glancing at the same mirror I had used to watch Mark, my cock was aching. Curtis had not pulled the curtain completely shut and I had a narrow view of him changing. His sweats were loose and baggy and the legs were finished with elastic bands that held them tight around his ankles. He sat down on the small stool and removed his sweatshirt and I could see the small patches of dark hair in his armpits as he extended them over his head. His chest was smooth and well muscled. He dropped the shirt on the floor and bending over removed his gym shoes and pulled his bottoms off one leg at a time. I could see he was only wearing a jock strap and it looked pretty full with a little dark hair protruding from around the cup.

I glanced quickly in the direction of the college kid and he was still going through different jeans and had moved to a table with sweatshirts folded on it by size.

Looking back at the mirror, Curtis had stood up and removed his jock strap but his back was to me. He did have wide shoulders and a well muscled back. His waist was small and he had tight muscled buttocks. He turned and looking through the space between the curtain and the wall of the booth, he glanced up at the mirror seeing my reflection looking in his direction. He started to close the curtain tighter but stopped looking at me and I turned my head away briefly but then looked back. He had not closed the curtain and was standing with his hands clasped behind his head stretching and arching his body at the waist shoving his hips out. His hard cut cock looked like it was at least 6 or 7"s and thick at the base nestled in a thick dark luxuriant patch of pubic hair. He stood and waved it back and forth from side to side as he looked in the mirror grinning, running the tip of his tongue over his lips. I looked away quickly just a little embarrassed and went to where the college kid was still checking the merchandise hiding my hard cock behind the table as I approached.

"Is there anything I can help you with? You seem to be having a hard time deciding."

"Oh thanks, I always do have a hard time making up my mind. Matching jeans with shirts is always a problem for me. I think these will be alright." He handed me three pairs of jeans and matching sweatshirts just as Curtis walked by on his way to the back carrying his bag.

"He should make sure the curtain is closed when he is changing clothes unless he wants someone to see him." He said as Curtis walked by.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Oh, nothing, those will be fine."

"Would you like to try on the jeans to be sure of the size?"

"It probably would be a good idea if I tried on the jeans but I'm pretty sure they will fit okay."

"Would you like to put on one of the sweatshirts you picked out while you're at it? It's just a little cool for the shirt you're wearing."

"Yeah, might as well. I like the cool weather but it is getting a little colder." He took a light blue shirt that would match the dark blue denim.

I watched and then started figuring up the prices. I looked up in the mirror and he had only pulled the curtain about half shut and stood looking up at the mirror as he pulled his tank top over his head just like Curtis had done. He had thick dark hair in his armpits and I could see the muscles rippling over his chest. Thick breast muscles with large dark nipples were accented by his light tan. There was a dark hairline leading downwards and disappearing into the waistband of the white briefs he was wearing under his jeans. My cock had swollen rock hard as I watched, not avoiding his eyes looking into mine.

I was going to move where I could watch him directly when I saw Curtis standing behind a table straightening piles of shirts. He was looking at me with a teasing grin on his face. He couldn't see the mirror from where he was but I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach he knew I was watching the customer in the booth. I shifted my eyes back to the mirror, he had pulled the curtain a little further open and was naked except for his briefs and was rubbing his chest, seductively squeezing his thick breasts and with his other hand, running his fingers down under the elastic band of his briefs massaging the large bulge he was displaying. I licked my lips gripping my cock tight feeling the pre-cum oozing from the tip.

I turned my head and Curtis had moved to another table but he still could not see the mirror from that angle. I breathed a sigh of relief and thanks that I had the mirror installed so only someone standing at the service desk could see the changing booth and the far corner of the store. My cock was throbbing and the pre-cum was soaking the front of my slacks and I started to look again when the college boy called out.

"Excuse me sir, would you bring me another pair of these jeans? These are 28s and I need a 29."

"Certainly." I said as I went to the booth. He was still only wearing his briefs rubbing his crotch.

"Are you sure a 29 will be right? Maybe I should bring a pair of 30s as well." My crotch was bulging and his eyes were fixed on my hard covered cock straining against the cloth of my slacks. Reaching for the jeans he wanted exchanged he looked me in the eyes and I saw golden flecks flashing in the hazel depths of his.

"Would you like to get together later after you close? You look like you're as horny as I am. I saw you watching that kid before and thought you might check me out, I was hoping you would."

"Let me get the other pair of jeans and I'll be right back." I said shaking as he handed me the jeans he wanted exchanged.

My muscles felt almost like water as I walked to the table where he had made his selections holding them in front of me. Curtis was still fumbling with the piles and looked up when I started rummaging, looking for a pair of 29 and 30 waist jeans of the same color.

"Gee Mr. Cumberland, I thought everyone knew what size they wear. I do, 28 waist and a 26 inseam when I wear that style. It's a good thing you have the heat on or he might freeze in the booth."

"I think he is warm enough Curtis. Are you about finished out here? We close pretty soon."

"Yes sir, I'll check with Beth to see if there is anything else." His eyes flashed briefly in the direction of the booths as he left.

Finding the jeans, I returned to the booth handing them to the waiting young man. His briefs still bulged and he had a little difficulty zipping the jeans up after he stuffed his cock inside unembarrassed by me watching him. He sucked his rock hard ribbed gut in expanding his chest. The 29s were just a little tight but they clung like a glove showing his tight butt and the very prominent bulge. Running his hand over his bulging crotch he looked at me his eyes still gleaming.

"Yeah, these feel a lot better. What do you think?" He pushed his crotch towards me and if felt like fire when I covered his bulging cock with my hand. He gasped softly.

"Oh yeah that feels a lot better. What do you say, later?"

"We close in about 40 minutes if you mean it. Wait until Beth and my stock boy leave out the front and then we can go up to my apartment." I whispered, turning and walked back to the service counter.

When he finished dressing he came back to the counter dressed, as he was when he came into the store. Laying the one pair off to the side, I put the things he had selected into a plastic bag.

"Lets see now, with the discount it comes to $56.80. Will there be anything else?"

"Thanks, not right now. Maybe later. You have a pretty good selection. I can see lots of things I like." He said those little golden flecks flashing in his eyes. "My name is Jeffrey, I'll see you later."

Taking his package he left and he had that slight swagger that Curtis had before. Thoughts of Mark flashed through my mind as he went out the door glancing back through the glass. Remembering how Mark had disappeared, I mused to myself, "Sure hope he is not just another tourist."

Looking around the store, Curtis was sweeping the floor, his final chore before closing. He was wearing the usual baggy clothes but if you watched you could see his muscles rippling under his shirt as it stretched while he pushed the broom. He must have felt me looking and turned facing me holding the broom handle in one hand and scratching his crotch.

"I'm just about finished Mr. Cumberland. Think that guy got everything he wanted?"

"I think so Curtis but if he didn't maybe he'll be back."

"Yeah, he probably will, I know I would." He said as he bent over sweeping the dirt into a dustpan. His baggy pants drew up tight outlining his tight ass.

Jeffrey was right about one thing, I was horny as hell and even a 16yr old ass was a turn on. Beth came out of the back room and locked the front door, it was 5PM and I was thinking, "Damn I hope he comes back."

Was Jeffrey just another tourist, another Mark? Maybe I'll find out.