"Hey, what about that one over there!" the guy said tenting your boxers.
This dude was way to comfortable in your skin.
"Oh, the Green Lantern costume is a good choice to show off that physique, but you can't wear boxers
underneath," the clerk said.
He strips readily in the store since he's already wearing a costume - even if it is a naked you. He put on
the flimsy green costume. It's practically see-through. Doesn't leave much to the imagination when he poses
in the mirror, but at least the mask obscures your face a bit. He chuckles and pulls the boxer shorts on and
adds the beer hat.
"Green Lantern Frat Boy," he explains.
"Well, every Green Lantern gets a set of these," says the Clerk handing him a ring, card with the Green
Lantern Oath and power Lantern.
"Cool, he says putting on the ring."
You wonder considering what the zipper did to you.
"So, you said this is an adult costume. Does that mean I can - uh, um?" the nerd may have your body, but he
cannot manage to say sex. You so want to berate him as a virgin.
"You can masturbate, have sex either as a top or bottom. There are openings in all the right places," the
clerk says knowingly with a wink. He adds, "You don't even have to take off the Green Lantern costume - after
all it's just made of light."
"Yeah, right. Cool."
The guys thoughts are starting to leak through to you. He plans to jack off on the way to your Frat's
Halloween party. No, he decides to wait. He's going to jack off in one of the frat boy's beds. He's getting
hard just thinking about one of your frat bros sleeping in his jack off goo. You find yourself agreeing with
your owner, it is hot. You hope its that arrogant Frat Prez, Mr. Pointy. He seems to get an image of the guy
from you. Nah, it's prolly all him after all he prolly knows Dylan aka Mr. Pointy, you tell yourself as he
scratches his and your ass before climbing on his beater bicycle and pedaling toward campus. It's a good 5
mile ride, and you're both sweaty when he stashes his bike in the bushes behind your frat house. Damn, you
should have told him to take your Beamer parked down the street from the store. Right the keys are in your
clothes with your ID still hanging in the store waiting for someone to choose as a costume.
He pauses and-