Page 85 of The Boy from Half Moon

“Maybe you should stay right here,” I stated. “I’ll go check on him.”

I was embarrassed by myself. At the first sign of someone expressing sexual interest in Luke, I immediately became territorial. My visceral need for Luke to be mine astonished me. The sad truth was that once Luke was away from a judgmental small town like Madras, that saw him as strange, and was in a larger city like Portland, he became interesting to others.

Of course, Luke was desirable to people. He was a spectacular-looking young man who appeared to have been carved from marble, and then given a pulse so he could walk amongst us mere mortals. Young men like Luke were a rarity. He had the beauty and the body, but the extra quality he possessed, the one that drove people like the salesman crazy, was that he had zero clue about the effect he had on others.

“How are you doing?” I asked, standing outside the dressing room door.

“Did he give me the wrong size?” Luke asked, sounding slightly out of breath. “Can you come in here and look? I think the jeans are too tight, Tate.”

He opened the door and my jaw practically hit the floor. Luke stood naked in the middle of the small room, with the jeans he was trying on around his ankles and his boxers on the floor. I quickly stepped in and slammed the door shut.

Witnessing Luke fully naked under the bright fluorescent lights all but caused me to stroke out. The shyness exhibited on his face couldn’t hide the sheer masculine look of him standing there in front of me without a stitch of clothing on.

“You’re naked,” I said, stating the obvious.

He made no attempt to hide his dick from me, and I couldn’t help but follow his sharp obliques as they slanted down to his large endowment. His thick thighs were forced together because his ankles were stuck inside his jeans on the floor, which only caused his cock to push out further.

He grabbed my shoulder to stay standing. “I’m stuck. I can’t get them on or off,” he whispered. “The jeans don’t feel right.”

I moved my hand behind his back to support his standing, resting it just above the large globes of his smooth ass. He was enormous as I stood beside him in the cramped space. His bare chest was perspiring slightly from struggling to try the jeans on.

“Can you pull them up?”

“I tried. I even took my undergarment off to see if that helped,” he admitted, explaining why he was buck naked and driving me wild. “They were nearly to my thighs once, but they hugged my legs too tightly and wouldn’t go any further.”

“Lemme see,” I said, wondering how I could help without manhandling him. Trust me, I wanted to manhandle him, or be manhandled, whatever my role was to be.

I kneeled in front of him, trying to avoid a face full of cock as he held both of my shoulders while I reached for the waist of the jeans and tugged. “See?” he asked. “They feel strange.”

I tapped his leg. “Step out of them,” I urged.

“I tried that too,” he admitted. “My feet are stuck in the narrow openings at the bottom.”

If Luke wasn’t so frantic, I’d have laughed my ass off, but he genuinely looked stricken over how his first attempt at the outside world’s fashion was working out for him.

Luke sat back on a small bench and lifted his feet off the floor. I tugged hard until I could get his feet disentangled, falling back against the dressing room door, now basically sitting in front of him while his legs could finally spread and his huge balls and cock hung loosely in my face.

His thick shaft hung between his legs, slightly to the right, full and meaty. Even in its flaccid state, his dick was definitely more than a mouthful. The head was also huge and shroomy, his pubic hair scarce and blond.

Suck him off, Tate. Suck his cock right now, right here, in this dressing room. Show him how good of a cocksucker you are.

I fought to maintain my composure as I struggled to my feet, losing my balance and falling forward into Luke. He quickly grabbed my arms and saved me from crashing face-first into the full-length mirror beside him, moving me instead to his lap.

We were face-to-face, neither of us saying a thing, me fully clothed, him naked. His breath hitched as he held my arms tightly, supporting my weight on his lap. I froze, unable to stand while he had my wrists in his control.

In my opinion, Luke had no idea how strong he truly was, and for a moment my mind flashed to a long-held fantasy of a big muscular man like him pinning me down and making love to me, forcing me to give in to his strength.

Luke’s eyes studied mine, and I’m certain that what seemed like hours was only seconds, while we both wondered what to do next. I did, in fact, want to suck his cock right there. What he wanted wasn’t as obvious to me, but I felt his erect cock stirring underneath me as I sat there trying to decide if this was indeed a sexual moment.

He moved his face closer to mine, our lips on a collision course. He was going to kiss me, and yes, I was going to suck his cock like he’d never had it sucked, draining his balls to completion so he could spit fuck me against the dressing room walls. Well, in my mind, anyway.

“Are you two okay in there?” The salesman asked, leaning against the door.

I jumped out of Luke’s lap, shocked at hearing a voice just outside the door. He grabbed his white boxers off the floor, laying them over the massive erection he’d developed.

“He has the wrong size jeans,” I hollered, too loudly, certain the salesman thought we were messing around in the small space.

“They’re stretch denim,” the salesman defended. “I thought they’d look good on his body type.”

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