	             ____________________________
                    |                            |
                  /)|     KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF    |(\
                 / )|         DIRECTORIES        |( \
              __(  (|____________________________|)  )__
             ((( \  \ >  /_)              ( \  < /  / )))
             (\\\ \  \_/  /                \  \_/  / ///)
              \          /                  \          /
               \      _/                     \_       /
                /    /                         \     \
o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o
o  	This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of stories. o
o  They have been submitted by people from all over the world.  Also from o
o  alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order to this     o
o  section of my collection,  other than offering them to you in  alpha-  o
o  betical directories.                                                   o
o  	I don't believe in categorizing things. "I don't want to be typed o
o  therefore I don't type things myself." I think it's a lot more fun to  o
o  browse around and find 'little' surprises,  and topics that you might  o
o  not have even thought of looking for. I hope you enjoy your time among o
o  Kristen's book shelf directories.                                      o
o   	Lest we forget!!!  This story was produced as adult entertainment o
o  and should not be read by minors.  Thank you, Kristen Becker           o
o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o

Andy's Shopping Trip (MM)
by Andy Rhondstadt at: andyron@hotmail.com

***

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. In the past my mother
had always come with me shopping for clothes which made the whole episode
less than exciting, but this time I had a pocket full of money and I was on
my own.  

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. All my genitals were now fully exposed without any way of
covering myself. The tee shirt waistband was lifted over my head so that
completely covered my head and I could no longer see anything.

"I'm getting scared," I said feebly. I was now couldn't see anything.

"Don't worry, ignore the sight and concentrate on what you feel, hear and
smell. Concentrate on enjoying the sensation of my touch on your body."

I felt warm lips gently kissing my thighs and pulling my legs to a wider
stride position. Moistened fingers began to caress between the cheeks of my
bottom and touch and tickle my anal sphincter. The other hand slid up under
my balls and gently lifted them, stretching them up in front of my now
solidly erect penis. Harder and harder my balls were lifted as a slender
finger began to penetrate my anus. 

"You are so beautiful. I want you. Do you want more?"

"Yesss," I hissed with gasping breath.

I felt the kisses progressing up the side of my body, as my arm ran down
the back of my lover. A warm tongue licked and kissed my armpit and then a
gentle bight on my chest. My lover now had two fingers pushed as far as
possible and was massaging my anal love pussy into submission. The other
hand was massaging the outer side of my penis just under its throbbing
head. I was starting to feel uncontrollably wobbly on my feet.

Just then the caressing stopped and I felt myself being pulled.

"Come over here before you fall over."

I followed my leader now in total submission and expectancy of what was
going to happen. I was led over to what felt like a low vinyl padded
counter. I was told it was the top section of a vaulting horse. It was only
about three feet high. I was then layed face down along the vaulting horse
so my legs were over the end. My legs were not quite long enough to allow
me to kneel on the ground. My penis was hard as a rock and pointing
straight down to the ground as it rested on the flat end of the box. My
legs were then spread wide so that my feet were resting on the balls of my
big toes. I felt the cheeks of my bottom naturally part with the stretching
and I must have been a very inviting site.

"Hold onto the hand grips on each side," the shop assistant panted,
"they're down close to the floor."

"Okay," I puffed and panted.

I then again felt his nose between my now parted cheeks and the softness of
his face against my bare bottom. 

"You are so beautiful. Your butt is so smooth and sweet."

His tongue began licking a track between my anal sphincter to my ballsack.
Each time his tongue found its way back to my anus it plunged into my love
hole. My penis was hard as a rock and my whole groin was beginning to pulse
with spasms. He had one finger that massaged the vee cleft of the base the
head of my penis, which was pointing straight down along the flat end of
the vaulting horse. His other hand ran up and down the lower part of my
back.

As I began to get closer and closer to cumming the intensity of his oral
and digital stimulation grew more persistent. His left hand worked down my
spine massaging either side of my now aching backbone, eventually stopping
right at my anus. His finger and thumb then split the cheeks of my bottom
and exposed my now spasming sphincter even further. His mouth now worked
back up from my balls and literally attacked my anus. His hot tongue
plunged into my open and willing bottom and his teeth came down around the
muscle of my sphincter.

With tongue and teeth the show assistant set up a rhythm in time with my
spasms and the throbbing music. Plunging his tongue deep then biting down
on my sphincter. His right hand worked up and down my penis, sliding over
my balls and dragging his fingers down from near my anus to the base of my
ballsack. I was becoming uncontrollably aroused and near orgasm.

I realised that I was panting deeply and grunting with each spasm and bite
on my anus. I should have been concerned about the noise that I was making,
but I really didn't care. All I wanted to do was to enjoy all this young
man was willing to offer me. I was totally blinded by the tee shirt still
wrapped round my head, which seemed to increase the other senses. 

With almost an uncontrollable half yell, half moan, I reached an absolutely
explosive orgasm. Immediately my lover moved his attack and I felt two
thumbs being inserted into my now very willing sphincter. With a pain like
I had never experience before, my lover pulled his thumbs away from each
other. At first hard apart, then relaxed. The pain seemed to re-trigger my
orgasmic spasms. Again he pulled his thumbs apart and I let out a
near-crying moan, before relaxing. I felt tears and sweat running down my
face and saturating the tee shirt that was around my head. Again the thumbs
pulled my sphincter open, but this time held for an almost excruciating
time. And then I felt the sweet soothing moisture of his tongue exploring
my now very open orifice.  

It seemed like an eternity that this went on for, and I felt my sexual
urges again building up. My stomach muscles again began to contract and
release as my arousal built up. I had never regained such an intense sexual
urge after a big orgasm before. Again as the thumbs pulled wide apart and I
felt the gentle caress of his tongue I began to again thrust against the
vaulting box. 

My lover then shocked me by biting very hard right in the middle of my left
cheek. It was a hard bite and his head seemed to almost thrash from left to
right as though he was trying to tear my buttock off. I let out a long
guttural moan of pleasure and the sexuality rushed through my shaking body
like electricity. Then at last mercifully his jaws released.

"Oh there's a sweet love bite that won't go away for a while. You are so
beautiful."

I was panting hard. My hips were thrusting against the vaulting box and I
felt my anus trying to pull my wide spread legs back together. My sphincter
was pulsing madly and deep down I knew what I wanted. Deep within my bowels
had grown a need to be taken. Taken with more submissiveness than I could
have ever imagined. More than my fantasies of being taken like a woman had
ever aroused. I wanted to be taken like only a blossoming teenage boy can.
I wanted to give my total and unreserved sexual pleasure to this young man.

"Take me," I whispered.

"What was that my sweet?"

"Take me," I panted a little louder.

"Louder for me my baby boy"

"Take me, take me now" I moaned louder.

"Yes my sweet boy, talk to me."

I felt his hands part my cheeks and a bobbing penis patting against my
pulsing sphincter. The sensation sent a shot of electricity through my
body.

"Take me now, I want to be your boy. Take me as you want."

My pleadings were answered with actions as I felt the pressure of the head
of his penis against my anus. I had anal sex on a couple occasions before,
but usually with guys my own age or only a bit older. This was to be my
first time with an experienced adult, and it was entirely different.

I was astonished at how easy his penis entered my bottom. The working over
that he had given me with his hands and mouth had prepared me well for this
entry. It also had the effect of super-sensitising my anus and the pain of
entry was very quickly overcome with intense pulsating pleasure.

"Talk to me, my love," he said as his hands firmly gripped my hips.

"Oh fuck me please,' I moaned.

"That's it, tell me what you want. Tell me what you will be for me."

His hips and arms began to drive his penis with deep thrusts into my anus.
In his thrusts went right till his hips slapped against my bottom, and then
out until it felt like just the head of his penis was inside me.

"I want to be your boy," I panted, "and have you fuck me. Fuck me hard
please."

Harder his hips slapped against my bottom with each thrust. Harder and
stronger his thrusts became, as my own sexual excitement was about to peak.
With an intense moan my groin again spasmed and another but less intense
load of mine shot down the end wood of the vaulting horse. 


I determined that I would return to this young man all the pleasure I
could, and began to concentrate to controlling the tightness of my anus.
Tightening and releasing on each thrust. I heard his deep breathing
becoming more and more frantic and uncontrolled.  His thrusts became
rhythmic punches as I felt his pulsing penis pounding the extremities of my
anal pussy.
 
"Augh," he gasped with and almost deafening volume as I felt an explosion
of warm semen flood my bottom. 

He seemed to keep orgasming for ages and eventually he slumped over my
naked body on the vaulting horse.

"That was wonderful."

"I loved that," I whispered.

I felt his lips gently kissing my shoulders, and his tongue licking my
sweat  that was pooling at the base of my neck. Slowly but surely I felt
his spasming subside and he began to slowly withdraw his engorged penis
from my anal channel. 

As soon as his penis abandoned my body I felt the warm semen flow out onto
my bottom and down my legs. I just layed their for a few minutes, both
enjoying the sexual glow and summoning the energy to recover my clothes and
finish my shopping.

The shop assistant eventually helped me to my feet and untangled the tee
shirt from round my head. To my disappointment he already had his pants
back on.

"Thanks that was wonderful," I said, "I have never been fucked like that
before."

"It was great. I'd like to have sex with you again, but hey, I don't even
know your name."

"It's Andy."

"Cute name."

"Mine is Peter."

"I'd better get dressed, or I'll be late home."

"Here let me help you," he said as he brought my jeans over to me.

I took of my shredded underpants and handed them to Peter.  He held them up
to his face and breathed deeply.

"I can smell your sweetness on these," and he put them in his pocket. "You
have a nice souvenir on your left cheek too."

As I looked at my pinkie-white bottom in one of the mirrors I saw a huge
black love bite appearing.

"That'll take some explaining to your family, Andy."

"It'll be need more explaining to my school friends."

I put my own pants back on without underpants and with each leg movement I
felt a gush of semen flow from my bottom and soak into my jeans. I checked
in the mirror and I had an obvious large wet patch at the seat of my pants
and down my legs. 

Peter helped me out of the seat soaked tee shirt and began mopping the
sweat from my back and chest. As he worked his way up to my upper chest he
leaned toward me and he kissed me gently on the lips.

The trip home was quite unnerving. Anyone who walked behind me through the
streets to the train station would have seen the cum drenched back of my
pants. I also was sure that some people around me on the train recognised
the strong pungent smell of sexual sweat and cum on me. When I stood up to
get off the train at my stop I could see a wet patch where I sat.


"Is that you Andy?"

"Yes Mum."

"Did you get some new jeans?"

"No, but the man said if I come back tomorrow he'd have something that
would fit me exactly."

<end>

If you liked this story, then let me know via e-mail. I would enjoy hearing
from you and have you tell me what you think about the story. If you have
any experiences that you would like to tell me about I would enjoy that.
There are two others of my stories on the archive; "andrews-beach-party" in
adult-youth and "first-public-show" in the masturbation library. I you had
pleasure reading them then tell me about the experience.

Send e-mail to Andy Rhondstadt at: andyron@hotmail.com

