Quality Control

When I opened my own business I thought I had it made.
I had no idea that running an adult book store would be so
demanding of my time. Hell, I never put in less than ten
hours a day. Truth is, I love it. It has compensations I
would never find working a regular job.

Like the other morning, I was sitting behind the counter
shuffling through a backlog of paperwork when he walked in.
It was clearly posted on the front door that no one under the
age of eighteen was admitted. Still, from time to time, it
wasn't unusual for some horny teenager to test our policies.

Being as discreet as possible I looked the cute little
stud up and down. The first thing that came to mind was, why
the hell wasn't he in school? He was scarcely though the
door when I came out to greet him.

"And how are you today, young man?" I asked with a
smile. His face immediately turned red.

"Just fine," he answered coyly.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to see some ID before I
can let you look around." The kid's hands were literally
trembling as he removed his drivers license from his wallet.
There was no question that the picture on the license was
his, Mark Green. I couldn't fucking believe it, but
according to the date of birth, he was twenty-two.

"Sorry for the hassle, Mark," I said handing him back
his license. "You look much younger than your years."

"No problem," he said. "I'm use to it." With a face
and body like his, I was sure he got carded every time he
turned around.

I stepped aside. "Feel free to browse as long as you
like. In addition to our enormous selections of books,
magazines and videos, we also carry an extensive line of
very exotic merchandise. We're proud to carry one of the
best lines of latex sex toys on the market. If you have any
questions, please don't be embarrassed to ask."

After giving the handsome young pup the usual rundown, I
went back behind the counter. I added a column of number
three times and came up with three different answers. I
couldn't keep my mind on my work. This guy was so drop dead
gorgeous I would have gladly dropped to my knees and ate the
crotch out of his pants. At times like this I was glad I
spent the money to have the store equipped with surveillance
cameras.

On the monitor under the counter, I watched Mark as he
wandered through the store. He was tall with a reedy build.
The snug cut of his jeans clung perfectly to one of the
cutest little, bubble butts I'd seen in a long time. His
long blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail that hung to
the middle of his back. His eyes were huge, dark blue, and
possessed the longest, natural lashes I had ever seen on a
man. He had a petite, slightly pugged nose and full, firm
lips. I couldn't help myself. I wanted him so bad I thought
I was going to die.

Like myself, a good many of my customers were gay.
After some close observation, I suspected that my young
patron might be gay as well. He had gone down the isle
containing gay novels, fag mags, and all male videos three
times. He was constantly looking over his shoulder to see if
I was watching. Of course I was, but he didn't know it.

When he finally came to the display of dildos, butt
plugs and penis pumps, he stopped dead in his tracks. "This
stuff is amazing," he said, as if he were thinking aloud.

I stood up and leaned over the counter. "It is, isn't
it." I could easily tell he was rattled by the fact that I
had overheard him. "That company doesn't cut corners. Each
one of their dongs are molded from the real thing."

His lustful eyes opened wide. "The real thing? You
mean from some guys'..... dick?" He squirmed nervously as I
gazed down at his well defined basket. It was noticeably
larger now than when he came in.

"That's why they look so real," I said.

Mark nodded. "Yeah, they do look real all right."

"Are you shopping for yourself, or someone else?"

My question hit him like a stun gun. "I um....I was
actually just looking. I've never been in a place like
this."

It was rude of me I know, but I couldn't hold in my
snicker. "Look kid, that's what they all say. The truth is,
most guys who come in here are looking for an alternative way
of getting their rocks off, and that's cool. Hell, I use a
lot of this stuff myself. So there's no reason to be shy."

"I'm not being shy," he said with a frown. "I'm a very
private person. I believe in being discreet."

"In other words, you're ashamed to admit you're shopping
for yourself." I knew I was pushing my luck by being so
brazen with the lad. I was running the risk of having him
walk out of the store and never seeing him again. On the
other hand, if he was looking to open up, a little nudge
might make me a very lucky man.

"Are you always this pushy with your customers?" He
asked.

"Only with those I like," I said.

Mark smiled, and my balls nearly leapt into my throat.
"Since you seem to be the expert, which one of these fine
dongs would you recommend for a beginning. You know, for
someone whose wanting to partake in some lighthearted
experimentation?"

I selected a slender four inch dong. "I think this one
should broaden ones sexual horizons nicely.

"Isn't it kind of small?"

"Let me ask you something, Mark. Have you ever had a
cock up your ass?"

He nearly choked on his own tongue trying to reply.
"I'll take that as a no," I said. "Well believe me, it's not
going to seem all that small the first time you use it." I
could tell by his expression he wasn't convinced. "I usually
don't do this, but I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm
gonna let you go into the back and try it out for size."