Target Dressing Room

You know that post going around the internet that says you know you were gay growing up when you used to always look at the models on underwear packages at the store? I always get a chuckle out of it because it was definitely true for me. But I have a new addition to that post- you know you’re gay as an adult when you hook up with someone you meet while buying underwear.

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I had seen him out of the corner of my eye as I walked around Target. I had to pick up a few things, and my last stop was to pick up a pack of undershirts. When I got back there, there he was again. He was exactly my type. He was well dressed, but not too fancy. He had the top three buttons of his shirt undone, and I could see how hairy his chest was. He was going gray, and it worked so well on him. He was looking at the fancy underwear, you know the kind that is weirdly on hangars instead of in a pack. He grabbed a tiny pair of briefs, looked over at me and headed to the dressing rooms. Once he was out of sight, I grabbed a random shirt, dropped my basket, and followed him. I went to the men’s side of the dressing room and all of the stalls were closed except the two on the end.

I walked to the end and looked in the left one- empty. To the right, he was standing behind the open door with a smirk on his face. I sat on the bench in my stall and watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He tossed it on the floor and kicked off his shoes and socks. He began to unbutton his jeans, one button at a time. I could see that the hair on his chest continued past his waist and that he hadn’t been wearing any underwear. He dropped his pants to the ground and slowly pulled those briefs up his legs. The small garment clung to his cock and made him look massive. He sat down and motioned for me to strip.

I tried to look as calm as he had, but I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my jeans too quickly. I wasn’t as muscular as he was, but I held my own and he still looked impressed. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs and hesitated, but he just nodded for me to go on. I turned around and slowly pushed them down with my butt pushed in his direction. When I turned around to face him, he had stood up and dropped his briefs back on his bench. He was growing at the sight of me naked, and that drove my cock wild. We stood there for almost a minute, two strangers stroking their cocks and locking their gaze on one another. I had heard nobody move in the stalls next to us, so I gathered my confidence and walked into the open and across the room to him. He had his hands and mouth on me before we even thought to close the door.