I was browsing a local department story for new clothes, tak..

I was browsing a local department story for new clothes, taking my leisure time. As I was looking through the men selection, I heard an elderly woman speaking in a loud voice, “you got to stop growing those legs, boy, nothing is going to fit you soon. I’m sure not going to let you go around dressing like some male bimbo.” That definitely peaked my interest and I slowly made my way over to the voice. “Grandma, I’m eight33n. I don’t need you to pick out my clothes,” a husky yet youthful voice protested. “Nonsense, if I leave it up to you boys you would be buying only gym clothes and walking around like tramps,” the old woman proclaimed. I finally caught sight of the older woman and her two obvious grandsons. She was about 70 and was definitely an old fashion, grandmother type. The youngest grandson was about 10 and was laughing at the criticism his brother was getting from their grandmother. It was then my eyes found the oldest boy. He was truly breathtaking. He was wearing a pair of short black shorts that were showing off his massive legs. Although his legs weren’t flexed, I could make out the developed quads definition. Those were legs of a t33n bodybuilder I thought to myself. The thighs were like tree trunks, solid and smooth. The black tank top didn’t hide his flat stomach and proudly showed off and hugged his huge pecs. His shoulders were also broad with cannon ball size delts. On top of the muscular body was a face of an angel with brown eyes and a mop of brown hair. I was casually pretending to look through the cloth racks, while checking out the pretty muscle boy. Then my eyes caught his deep dark eyes. I gave a sympathetic smile to him for being patient with his old grandmother, however, I didn’t fool the stud. He gave me a cocky smirk as to tell me he knew my deal. “Here, you take those and try them on in the fitting room, while I take Charlie to the boy’s selection,” the grandmother put several jeans and shirts into the boy’s massive arms. She then took the hand of her youngest grandson and led him across the store to the boy’s selection. Rolling his eyes, the muscle t33n headed toward the dressing rooms. Before entering the narrow hall of dressing rooms, he turned his head toward me and our eyes met once again. I picked up a pair of pants as an excuse to follow him into the narrow hallway lined with fitting rooms doors. The fitting rooms were all empty and it was easy to find the one he was in. I gently pushed the door open and caught the boy half dressed. He had pulled off his tank top and was stepping out of his shorts when the door opened. He was beautiful. His muscle boy body was thick and smooth as he stood with a deer in the headlight look on his angelic face. He had his thick right leg bent, having just stepped out of his shorts, that now gathered around his left foot. He was wearing only a pair of white briefs. The briefs were stretched over a plump, thick bubble ass. The kid obviously squats a lot, I mused. He just stared at me nervously as I stepped into the tiny dressing room and closed the door behind me. “What are you doing,” he started to protest as I approached him. “Ssshh,” I whispered as I gripped his crotch through the briefs. He tried to step back but the room was too small and there was no escape. “I’m no faggot,” he whispered in protest. He was afraid to draw attention to his situation. However, our eyes remained locked as I started to rub and grope his boy cock through the thin cotton briefs. All resistance faded as he let out a lite moan and his cock grew hard in my hand. “Good boy,” I whispered into his ear as I turned him to face the mirror lined wall. I stood behind him as he watched himself getting m0lested. I then pushed my hand into the back of his underwear, pushing them down over his beautiful plump ass. He was breathing heavy as I pushed my hand lower between the large smooth ass cheeks. When I found his sweet boypussy and teased it with my fingers, he panicked and tried to pull away. “Relax,” I whispered into his ear. I was so close that I kissed his sensitive earlobe and started to kiss and nibble down his thick neck. He let out a deep moan. His body relaxed as I pushed a finger into his tight boypussy. He opened his mouth while lifting himself on up his toes as I stroked his insides. I moved my finger in and out of him, loosening and stretching him. His boy cock was rock hard, leaking and throbbing. Knowing I don’t have much time before his boy cock explodes or his grandmother comes looking for him, I unzipped my pants with my free hand and pulled out my thick hard cock. His eyes widened in fear and lust as he saw my cock. I gently pushed him forward against the mirrored wall. He braced himself against the mirror, as I gripped his thick hips, aiming my cock at his tight hole. As I pushed my hard cock into his tight boypussy, tears ran down his boyish cheeks. He tried not to moan so not to draw attention to the tiny fitting room. He was so tight that I was in pure heaven. I pushed deeper into him and began to thrust in and out. “Archie, how are you doing in there,” we heard his grandmother’s voice from outside the fitting rooms area. Trying to not to moan and sound normal as possible, he replied back, “good, still trying them on.” My cock ramming his prostate, causing him to bite his lips to keep from yelling out in pleasure “You need help in there,” the old woman sound closer. “No! I’m good,” the muscle boy panicked. My cock was deep inside him as I held him by his huge pecs. “Ok, I’m going back over and check on Charlie,” we then heard her walking away. Archie couldn’t hold out anymore. His boy cock exploded onto the mirror wall. Thick white cum ran down the mirror. As he came his muscular ass clamped down on my cock. Being milked by his vice like ass muscles, I quickly followed and came deep inside him. His ass was so sexy and powerful that I came over and over, filling him. When I finally stopped coming, I pulled out of him. He was still leaning against the mirror wall, drained. I smiled and gave his ass a slap, before pulling up my pants and walking out of the fitting room. I saw Archie later on my way out of the department store. He was wearing a pair of new jeans and his grandmother was inspecting how the pants fit against his muscular ass. I had to smile. Archie was embarrassed and obviously nervous that his grandmother might suspect that his ass was filled with cum.