Shopping Has NEVER Been This Fun!!

Hi, I'm Andy and I would like to tell you about my recent visit 
to buy some new jeans and tee shirts. I have had one or two 
gay encounters before, but never in such circumstances as 
this. I hope you enjoy it and let me know how you feel.
I thought I imagined it at first, but the second time I felt it was 
unmistakable. There I was in a crowded lift of a major 
department store and someone was caressing and squeezing 
my bottom. We were literally crammed into the lift like 
sardines, and I was almost right in the corner. Behind me I 
guessed there were three people who were in a position to 
touch me, but I had no idea which one it was. It was a bit 
scary, though I was enjoying the attention, I had no idea if it 
was a man or woman, or what their intention was.
When we reached the third floor most of the people in the lift 
exited, and somewhat reluctantly I had to move forward. All 
three of the people behind me remained in the lift and the 
doors closed and we progressed to the fourth floor. I could 
feel myself flush with embarrassment, and just new that I was 
obviously ill at ease by the flirtatious action. At nearly 16 
years of age, I am gaining quite a lot of sexual awareness, but 
still a bit sensitive to embarrassment. I felt too shy to even 
glance around behind me to see if their faces gave an 
indication of who was my wooer.

As the lift eased to a stop at the fourth floor I noticed that 
there were no other lift buttons illuminated, all four of us who 
were remaining in the lift were getting out at this floor. The 
doors opened and I darted out and took up position to have a 
good look at the three people who were behind me. As each of 
them came out they gave no indication of their actions, or 
recognition of me standing there. Two men and a woman 
casually left the lift and went in different directions. I was 
disappointed and feeling a little frustrated that someone had 
made a sexual advance toward me and I had no idea who.
As unnerving as the lift ride was, my main aim of the 
shopping day was to buy two new pair of jeans and a couple 
of tee shirts.
After browsing for about 15 minutes I found two really cool 
pare of stone washed stretch denim jeans and a couple of great 
tee shirts. I don't really like shopping for clothes, but being 
able to pick and choose on my own made it a bit of a novelty. 
One thing I liked less than shopping was having to try clothes 
on before I took them home, but I was threatened with a fate 
worse than death if I bought clothes that did not fit. There was 
hardly anyone about when I went to the cashier's desk, and 
decided to go straight into the change booths and check out if 
these clothes would fit.
The change booth was a partition wall construction that didn't 
give a lot of privacy. It was the sort of change booths where 
you almost expected some little kid's face to appear in the 
eighteen-inch gap between the floor and the bottom of the 
partition. Anyway this time the change booths where empty, 
so I decided that speed and stealth were the order of the day. 
Within a minute I had my own jeans off and hanging on the 
one unbroken clothes hook, and my own tee shirt draped over 
the rickety chair. Now wearing only my pale green 
underpants, I had one of the new tee shirts half over my head 
when I heard a young man's voice.
"You know you shouldn't come back here with shop clothes 
with out first asking. If we loose clothes the boss goes crazy at 
us."
"I'm sorry," I managed to blurt out while struggling, but 
failing to drag the new tee shirt over my head.
"It's okay now, but don't do it again."
I looked up and leaning the swinging saloon-style doors to the 
change room was a young man with a rather stern looking 
face. I immediately noticed his eyes were intently surveying 
my barely clad body.
"You know these change rooms don't give you much privacy 
to try clothes on," he said in a far more congenial tone. "We 
normally only let customers use these ones to try on shirts. 
There are a couple of rooms down the end that are more 
appropriate when you need to strip down any more. Would 
you like to follow me down here."
Without waiting to see if I wanted to or not, he started 
walking further down the isle of change booths, so I quickly 
scooped up all the clothes and wearing nothing but 
underpants, I quickly followed him down through a wooden 
door with a 'Sorry Taken' sign. Inside was a more spacious 
change room. Again as I entered the new change room I 
noticed that he casually but intently surveyed my near-naked 
body. He seemed slow and determined in his gaze but 
unemotionally moved, so I didn't think much of it.
"You will be more comfortable here. There is a 
complementary Coke in the refrigerator, so help yourself and 
enjoy one. I will set the 'Sorry Taken' sign on door so you 
won't get disturbed. Now there is hardly anyone in the shop, 
so you can take your time and make sure those jeans fit. 
Remember that we don't offer refunds on the jeans, so take 
your time, see how they fit and how they feel walking around, 
sitting and bending over."
Just as suddenly as the assistant appeared he was gone. I 
looked around the change room and it was very nicely set out. 
There was a nice lounge suite instead of just a rickety chair, a 
refrigerator, and an coffee table with peanuts and potato chips 
in bowls. It seemed a far cry from the other change room and 
nothing like I have ever seen. There was a bit of stored gym 
equipment in one corner, but it had and overall homely look 
about it.
I laid out the clothes over one of the lounge chairs and 
proceeded to try on one of the new pair of jeans. The legs 
were a bit long, but apart from that they felt great. There was 
something really great about a new pair of jeans. Maybe it 
was the way they hugged your body or pressed your balls hard 
against your penis, but it was a really good feeling. The 
sensation of the firm jeans around my bottom began to remind 
me of the fondling that I had received in the lift, and I felt 
myself getting a hard-on. It certainly was turning out to be an 
interesting trip.
I decided to take up the shop assistant's offer of a can of Coke 
and began walking around and seeing how the new clothes 
felt. Looking around, I saw three full-length mirrors and I 
found if I positioned myself they would allow me to inspect 
how I looked from various angles. These stretch jeans surely 
showed off my firm ass. I bet that would turn on my admirer 
in the lift, I thought to as I ran one hand over my smooth 
buttock.
"Well how are you going?" the assistant burst into the change 
room. "boy do you look the goods. Hey, they really suit you. 
Come over here. Turn around a bit"
He reached over to one side of the door and flicked on a HIFI 
set, which immediately sprang into life with a rhythmic slow 
rock beat. For the second time today I felt embarrassed by a 
complement, but this one was less sexually overt. I slowly 
sauntered over to the centre of the room and did a slow 
pirouette like a fashion model in time with the music.
"You look great.keep turning about .Oh-oh stop!" 
I was shaken to a halt by his command and stopped facing 
directly away from them.
"Are you sure these are the correct leg and waist measurement 
for you?" said the assistant. And suddenly I jumped as I felt 
his two hands wrapped about my left thigh. 
"Don't be startled, just checking if they fit. Do they feel 
good?"
"Err.. Yes, " I managed gasp out as his hands firmly run up 
and down my thighs. 
My heart started to race as I felt my penis hardening to the 
sensation of again being caressed. Next his hands were all 
over my bottom and he was commenting on how well I filled 
out these jeans. Next, I felt one of his hands run up the inside 
of my leg and my penis began to strain against the denim and 
the shop assistant noticed. Slowly and steadily the hand 
continued between my legs and began to caress the front of 
my jeans and my penis was rock solid.
"Oh you are a beautiful boy. You don't mind do you?"
I don't know what made me do it, but I just sighed and said 
no, and the caressing became more and more arousing. 
"You liked it in the lift didn't you?"
"Was that you?" I panted out.
"You liked it didn't you? Tell me?
"Yes it was a turn on."
His hand was all over my bottom and my crotch. I was getting 
an enormous hard on. He ran his hand up under my tee shirt 
and began running it all over my back. Then round the front 
of my stomach and up over my chest. He squeezed my nipples 
hard. His other hand had moved around my waste and was 
fumbling to undo the new jeans, and I grabbed for my waist to 
stop him.
"What if someone comes in?"
"It 's okay. When I hang the 'Sorry Taken' sign on the door 
and play this music on the CD the other shop assistant knows 
what is going on and will never allow anyone to come in here. 
We are safe and quit private. We are both good friends and 
look out for each other in this way."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I want to feel your body."
With that I released my hands and I felt my pants button 
popping open and my zip being lowered. With one smooth 
moment the jeans were dragged to the floor, with my 
underpants left halfway down my thighs. I felt his hands 
around my left calf lifting it and removing the jeans, then the 
right. I went to slide my underpants down, but a hand stop me.
"No leave them there. I want to enjoy how they look."
My penis was firm and sticking straight out in front of me. 
Warm and moist lips began kissing the cheeks of my bottom.
"Your body is so smooth and creamy, like soft ivory."
I was amazed how smooth the shop assistant's face felt on my 
bottom. Hands ran up the sides of my torso and lifted the tee 
shirt over my head, turning it inside out as it went. 
"Just pull your arms out, leave it over your head," my 
newfound lover panted and I was left wearing the tee shirt like 
a wreath around my neck.
A hand ran between my thighs and I had an inner sensation to 
close my legs together, but the shop assistant had now 
positioned most of the trunk of his body between my legs. I 
felt his nose forcing its way between the cheeks of my bottom 
and my penis became fully erect. 
Two hands left my body and tore my underpants at the crotch 
leaving them like an extremely revealing pair of crotchless 
panties. My now torn underpants were now pulled back up 
around my hips. Again my underpants were torn so that they 
were completely in two sections only joined at the waistband.