[smc]

the story, continued ...

I’m anxious to rush home and peruse “Porno Chick,” hoping there will be an even better spread of Keliana photos inside than in the other magazines I’ve bought – most of which are damaged a bit because I, well, I really let loose a lot of cum all over the pages. But as I’m paying for the magazine, the clerk says, “You’re really into Keliana, aren’t you, kid? Have you seen any of her anal work.”

His words remind me of how I had pounded my ass with sis’s vibrator just a short while earlier, and I begin to feel heat in my behind. It’s actually making me squirm a bit, and my cock is getting hard again in my pants. I struggle a bit to hide it, but the clerk notices. There’s something about him I don’t like, even though he did take me right to Keliana’s new magazine.

“Come back here,” he says, and begins to walk to the back of the store. He opens a small door and takes me into a separate room. “This,” he says with a grin, “is where we keep the special anal stuff.”

The room is full of magazines and videos, and there is a rack on the wall with all sorts of things that look like variations on my sister’s vibrator. I recognize some as dildos, but some others are strangely shaped and I don’t know what they are.

The clerk takes down two magazines with Keliana on the cover. “Anal Sex 51” has Keliana bending over to adjust the strap of her shoe. “Stimulation No. 5” has Keliana's beautiful behind exposed as she kneels on a park bench. On both covers, I notice something in her ass.

"You like those, kid?" asks the clerk. "You like that butt plug. Maybe you ought to get one for yourself. Makes it so you can jerk off for a long time before you shoot, and then you cum real hard."

I had never seen a butt plug before, so he shows me some on the rack. As I look at them, the clerk comes up behind me and rubs his hand up and down the crack of my ass, right through my pants.

"I can dress up like that Keliana," he says, "and show you a really good time."

I turn to him in anger. "How dare you!" I declare. "You'd just be a guy in a dress. Keliana is a real woman."

I select a butt plug, walk to the counter with him, buy my three magazines and the plug, and head home. As I run to the bus stop, I again feel my cock begin to leak in anticipation of the masturbatory frenzy that awaits me in bed tonight, when the house is quiet.

to be continued ...