The Spanish Boy

On naked holiday in Maspalomas, spent a lovely day hiking the dunes and the beach nude, got a little too much sun so the following day opted to hang out at the hotel, spent time by the pool, playing with a few day visitors, entertaining enough but nothing worth writing about, took a nap and awoke hungry near dinner time, was still too early though so decided to do a bit of shopping before.  I’d seen an ad for an Italian gay erotic shop, thought to check it out as well as the Boxer store already seen at Yumbo, the enormous open air shopping and entertainment complex across the street.  Maspalomas is strange in that way resort towns are, kitschy, tacky, cheesy, in your face advertising trying to lure tourist dollars to restaurants and shops, like Palm Springs and Fort Lauderdale, filled with the aged, retirees, gay and straight. Old people are drawn to warm places. Yumbo with its colorful miniature golf course, neon signs, goofy character sculptures and odd fountains, is no different except that beneath all the glitz, it’s rather run down.  The enormous, multi-level center which includes clothing and jewelry shops, restaurants, gay bars, sex clubs, dance clubs, a bathhouse, two grocery stores, banks, pharmacy, doctor office and a large Mercado, centers on a huge empty plaza that is filled with trash, plastic bags, car parts, construction waste, unused patios sprouted with weeds and unkempt landscape bits, looks more like a post-apocalyptic movie set than shopping center.  I look for the Italian place.  It’s in another smaller but still huge and more garish shopping/entertainment complex a couple blocks away, even tackier with even more character sculptures, super heroes in painted concrete, Greek and roman statues in the worst possible rendition, faux painted to look old but really so poorly executed and placed randomly amid what would be landscaped areas but are just fenced off patches of dirt. The center is a maze of shops with cheap, plastic knock-off everything, designer bags and shoes, gold jewelry like you’d see on the home shopping network displayed in much the same way. It takes a while to find the Italian shop and when I do, I’m disappointed that it’s more of a stall with very little men’s erotica, focused rather on “sexy” women’s lingerie, hosiery, garter belts, nippless lace bras in saturated colors.  I walk past, look through the door, at displays, decide it’s not worth stopping and head over to Yumbo and Boxer.  Boxer is on the top level, at the far southeast tip of the center in kind of a dead-end space that doesn’t see any through traffic.  It’s a destination - you have to go there intentionally rather than pass by, so when I walk into the empty store, I’m greeted with an enthusiastic “Buenos dias, señor, como estás?” I reply, “Bien, gracias, y tu?” The short chubby salesperson replies “Muy bien” and then disappears. I didn’t really notice where.  

I’d intended to bring my leather baseball cap to wear out to the sex club but left it at home and thought I might find some alternate, not leather option here to wear in the sun instead of my wool travel cap.  I have many fetish apparel items that, except for the day I bought them, sit in a drawer, unworn.  They look sexy but anywhere I could wear them, I could also be naked and typically opt for comfort of nudity over the erotism of see-through mesh briefs or anatomically correct lycra tights. I’m not really here to buy.  I’m mostly there to entertain myself by “shopping naked.”  As I always say, "everything’s more fun naked!" and it’s not often I get the opportunity to shop naked, but in a place like this where nudity is all around and technically legal everywhere, it seems appropriate.  My goal is to find a few items that look interesting and try them on without the privacy of the dressing room or at least not the dressing room curtain.  Why, you may ask…? I guess on some level I am a bit exhibitionistic but really, its more about the experience of being naked in a place where it’s not typical. It’s erotic and sensual, taboo, entertaining. 

I head to the back of the store and start slowly perusing the wares.  The backroom is mostly accessories, dildos, cockrings, socks, not much of interest but I go through it anyway.  In a glass case filled with metal cock rings and ball weights, I pause for a moment, intrigued by a large stainless steel ball that I assume is some sort of anal toy and the collection of ball weights and stretchers, although I have more than I need of those as well. The pause is enough to catch the attention of a sales clerk unnoticed thus far, and from behind me, I hear a deep voice with a heavy Spanish accent say in English, “If you want to see sumpsing, you can open the door.” Simultaneously, an arm reaches around from behind me to demonstrate this by opening the glass door to the case.  I turn to see who it is and am surprised that it’s not the original short fat guy but a remarkably handsome, tall Spanish boy with a beautiful face, full beard, large dark eyes and composed, professional demeanor, not unfriendly, just sufficient, helpful, nothing more, almost stoic like a palace guard.  He’s young, late twenties but not boyish, mature, masculine face, strong nose and chin, buff body. I am so taken by his beauty, surprised as I’d not seen him when I walked in, I stutter a bit and thank him in Spanish, and continue looking through the store.  The next room has a lot of neoprene, tank tops, assless briefs, some lycra, singlets, a few mesh pieces that could work but nothing that really catches my eye. The front room is mostly underwear and t-shirts, again, nothing really appeals to me except one assless mesh brief, black with yellow trim but they don’t have my size.  The side room is leather, pants and chaps, officer shirts, leather shorts, some jocks, and where the dressing rooms are located, open stalls with open camo mesh fabric curtains, the sort of material the military throws over tanks to make them blend in with foliage and is basically see-through anyway, so not really functional for privacy and I have no intention of using it and no guilt for not.  They have a few perforated leather baseball caps, black with yellow bill that could work but they’re all cut strangely and too small to fit my head.  They’re too small to fit any adult head and I don’t know how many babies are into water sports so I can see why they’re marked down. I don’t expect them to sell ever.  All the while I’m looking, the handsome Spanish boy is shadowing me, not close, respectfully distant, unobtrusive, ready to offer assistance if I need it and, I assume, to make sure I don’t shoplift.  First pass through and nothing really stands out but there were a few things that I’d try anyway so I pass through again and start pulling items. The Spanish boy offers me a drink, soda, water, wine…?  I thank him and ask for a Coke.  He quickly returns with a small can of cola, asks if I want a glass, again, thank him, but no.  My hands are kind of full at this point and a glass seems superfluous.  I tell him I want to try on the items I’ve pulled and he replies, “Of course!”  I head to the side room, the leather room to use one of the dressing stalls.  My preference would be not to bother with a dressing room at all and just strip in the store but they offer some practical conveniences I find useful like hooks, mirror, bench, lighting, etc.  I set up in one of the rooms toward the front, hang the garments, set wallet, phone, drink on the bench and proceed to strip naked, curtain wide open, fully exposed.  First item is a poorly cut lycra assless brief that is too high wasted.  I model it anyway, checking out how it looks with my dick.  I’m wearing a thick rubber cock-ring that increases the bulge and makes erections a bit more spontaneous.  I pull those off and try on another pair.  As I do, I notice in the mirror, the Spanish boy standing against the wall opposite and to the side, barely in view. There’s a black vinyl upholstered bench that runs down the center of the room with an open wire grid display fixture attached behind it that runs to the ceiling and on which a few black leather cop hats hang, effectively dividing the room in half.  He’s standing near the back wall, behind the screen, expressionless, looks straight ahead, not directly at me but glances over occasionally, again I assume, to make sure I’m not shoplifting. As sexual as I am, I’m still rather naive about being cruised.  It has to be real obvious, real obvious… or I don’t notice.  I’m fully exposed so he can see me naked, both sides, from where he stands, but from my vantage point, reflected in the dressing room mirror, I can’t really see all of him.  I continue trying on things, notice him there, then not, then there as he darts back and forth to the main room to see if anyone else has entered the store. At one point, I notice him again behind me, against the wall but he’s shifted a bit so that I can see more of him and notice a very long, thick bulge telegraphing through the skimpy, nylon jogging shorts he’s wearing.  It’s super obvious through the nearly transparent fabric, but again, I think maybe it’s just a fold.  He lingers longer this time, still looking straight ahead and not directly at me.  I keep glancing at him, looking at the bulge and convince myself it’s not a fold in the fabric since I can pretty well make out the details of his hard dick.  He again, darts back into the main room and I’ve run out of things to try so I go back into the store wearing whichever skimpy, assless thing I had on at the time.  Except for the two of us, the store is still empty.  I find a couple more items and head back to the dressing area.  By now, I’m starting to get an erection myself, encouraged by thoughts of his hard dick, the cockring I'm wearing and the Cialis I'd taken earlier in the day, and it’s hard to fit all of it in some of the items, scrotum poking out the bottom, head and some shaft protruding out the side, not enough fabric to hide them. A couple of guys walk in.  Spanish boy attends to them, they glance my direction with looks of surprise as they enter the room but their stay is brief. On this second round, I found a black mesh singlet with zippers that open the crotch front to back, exposing both dick and ass or just one or the other depending on how far it’s opened up.  It actually fits me rather well, is tight enough in the right places and the mesh makes my skin and ass look like that of a 20-year-old through some sort of optical illusion sorcery.  I pose, checking out the angles, playing with my now fully hard dick, visible through the mesh, positioning it down one leg, to the side, straight up, split my dick and balls over the crotch seam, to see what looks best and most comfortable. I play with the zippers, unzip the front, pull out my hard cock to see how it looks with dick, balls and cockring fully exposed, flop my dick up and down, wag it side to side, and as I do, I notice Spanish boy back in position, against the wall, still looking straight ahead, also fully erect and touching his dick through his shorts.  I watch him to catch his eye as I play with my hard dick; he looks; I look back; he pulls out a beautiful intact dick, huge, hard, veiny with a full, generous foreskin, rounded tip of the head peeking through and dripping precum which he touches with an index finger, pulls away a glossy strand that catches the display lighting, glistening, and then shoves it all in his shorts and darts back to the front room.  A moment later, he returns, now wearing longer fleece shorts that better conceal his dick, not that much better, and a fanny pack that he can rotate to the front to really cover it in case someone walks in.  He was wearing a black rubber cockring earlier but now, when he pulls down the shorts, freeing the beautiful dick again, he's wearing a metal ring, jacking himself, watching me jack myself as I watch him. His dick is so lovely, I want it bad, but can tell by his furtive behavior that any contact would be too risky.  Maybe the other guy, the one who greeted me is the manager, his boss and maybe he’s just on a break and due back any moment.  I wouldn’t want him to lose his job over my erotic fantasy so I respect his space and continue to put on a show for him from across the room, but it’s hard.  I want that dick so bad, to taste it, feel it in my mouth. It’s oozing buckets of precum and I’d love to lick it off, suck it out of him but I don’t. We go on like this for quite a while, me trying things on, him goading me by bringing more when it looks like I’ve run out, as he would any customer, nothing said or acknowledged about what’s going on, just pulling items, handing them to me with the same professionalism as with any customer, offering supportive comments such as, “You might like this, the cut is really nice.”  It’s surreal how we have these two, simultaneous interactions happening: the professional clerk/customer interaction running parallel to this hot porn scene, seemingly separate but not really. Meanwhile, it’s getting late and I’m now hungry and assume this can’t really go anyplace satisfying, so I start to dress, deciding to purchase the mesh singlet.  The Spanish boy is in the front room at this moment and I walk in and hand it to him, telling him I’ve decided to take it.  He hands me one more item, a white lycra singlet that’s two sizes too big and suggests I try it on. I can tell he doesn’t want it to end yet and I’m game to see where this might lead so I agree to indulge him. He heads back to the sales counter, I to the dressing room, strip, realize the singlet is the wrong size and return to the front room naked to exchange it for one my size and then back to the dressing area. It wasn’t very interesting, so I take it back off, I’m standing there, again naked, dick still mostly hard when he hands me the black mesh singlet, the one I left at the sales counter.  I put it back on, it’s cut low in front so I pull it down and let my dick flop out over it.  Again, in his professional salesman manner, he says, "It’s much better to use the zipper,” and reaches in, unzips the front, grabs my dick and pulls it through the opening, his shorts too are down, his own hard dick exposed.  I take the opportunity to grab it, feels amazing in my hand, so firm, fills my grip like the handle of a baseball bat, piss slit still oozing, dripping precum. I can no longer resist the urge to taste it and with his now close proximity, I kneel down in front of him to take it in my mouth but before I can, I see a small wad of fluffy white fluid fly from the tip, and then another. I desperately try to catch it in my mouth but he covers it, diverts it to the side and releases a huge load, never losing his professional demeanor, no movement, without uttering a sound, nothing to bely his impending orgasm.  The load is huge and beautiful, flies far and free, nearly hitting me but he diverts it over my shoulder.  A sad waste of cum but still a beautiful sight and amazing ending to a fun shopping experience.  He runs to get paper towels to clean up the floor while I dress. We both return to the sales counter and complete the transaction with polite professionalism, just as any customer would.  He thanks me for the purchase. In Spanish, I thanks him for all his help and for the first time, the corner of his mouth turns upward almost imperceptibly, a slight smile, subtle acknowledgment of the special service I received that day and a gesture of appreciation.