VANO'S WONDROUS ANTIQUES JEWELRY AND ODDMENTS. The green paint of the letters was flaking, and the wood looked like it would crumble at a mere touch. It was a weird sign, even in the dilapidated old mall 18 year old Zach was exploring. It was tucked behind an abandoned Abercrombie outlet, you would've missed it if you didn't look straight at it. The inside of the store was blacked out by curtains, but in the small display stand beside the door there was a broken down fortune teller machine with the classic creepy animatronic, and hanging haphazardly from its front was a dusty neon open sign, slowly blinking through its letters.
*Might as well take a look* Zach thought as he pulled open the creaky front door to a small chime from the bell hanging above it. He had $100 burning a hole in his pocket from his graduation. He'd been hoping to spend it on booze or games or something with new friends in college, but his first week hadn't gone so well. Zach had hoped being in a new place with new people would allow him to open up more, to get out there and make some friends. But college freshman aren't much better than high school seniors when it comes to nerdy pipsqueaks like Zach, and he'd found he was just as shy and just as likely to be bullied in this new small college town as he was in his own small hometown. Not that Zach was unattractive or anything. He was on the shorter side and lean if not toned, with cute long sandy blond hair and a pair of dated rimless glasses. So, not invited to any parties or sports games this Sunday, he figured he'd treat himself to feel a little better.
As he crossed through Vano's front door it was like he'd entered a different world. The cold hard tile floors of the mall became creaky wooden floorboards, and the harsh neon lights went dark as his eyes adjusted to the soft golden glow of the old fashioned bare electric lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling.
And as his eyes adjusted Zach's breath was taken away. The place was packed floor to ceiling with stuff. Every sort of stuff. Old video game systems, a stuffed ostrich, raggedy jackets and purses and pants hanging haphazardly on top of more stuff, coat racks hung with costume jewelry, a wall of old shoes next to a child mannequin on an antique silver Schwinn bike. It was half flea market stall half freak show.
Zach slowly worked his way through the maze, barely glancing at one thing before his eye caught another. He lost track of time, picking up puzzle boxes and leafing through crusty old books, occasionally trying on some ridiculous old fashioned hat. The store seemed to have no end, and even as it kept going on it became more and more crowded with items. Eventually he wasn't even sure if he knew where the entrance was but then he saw a small candle flickering in the corner. He walked over to it even as he thought *that's a fucking fire hazard if I ever saw one* but then he saw what the candle was illuminating.
It was a massive black dildo. Carved from a single piece of wood it stood upright on a table that looked designed to hold it. Now zach was as gay a boy as you could find, but coming from a small hick town he was a mile deep in the closet. Still, there was something about that humongous ebony carved dick that he couldn't look away. He got closer and in the light of the candle he saw how carefully carved it was, the head visible through foreskin and veins running down its length. He could also tell that the top few inches of the dick had been worn down, as if it'd been rubbed down over the years. Zach couldn't help himself as his hand reached out to the massive head--
"Be careful my friend!" Zach nearly pissed himself as he whipped around. Standing behind him was an Arabic looking guy maybe a couple years older than Zach himself, with luscious curly black hair and a pencil thin mustache above his soft lips. He also was wearing the most ridiculous Aladdin-ass outfit Zach had ever seen, with the curly toed slippers and everything.
"I'm so sorry!" Zach called out more in shock than regret, "I didn't mean--"
"No no no, it's quite alright," the young man smiled, "it is a magnificent piece is it not? My second cousin discovered it in one of the pyramids of Nubia. No, I only warned you from touching because it is said that he who strokes the member of Anubis here shall make his own member grow to match it," he flashed zach a mischievous grin.
Zach flushed--maybe his biggest insecurity was his dick size. Or rather his lack of dick size. Technically zach had a micro penis, barely two inches rock hard and more of an innie than outtie when soft. Trying to summon up some bluster zach said with his own grin, "well in that case" and his hand gripped the big black head and gave it a few short fast strokes.
The Arab burst into laughter, "Hahaha you are a bold one my friend, very bold. I am Vano, welcome to my store and home" vano said gesturing about him, "Come, come with me, let us see if we can find what you are looking for."
Zach followed at Vano's heels, barely keeping up as he worked his way gingerly through all the merchandise while Vano seemed to just glide past it effortlessly. Eventually Vano brought him to a glass display case and leapt onto the other side to turn back to face Zach.
"A handsome young man such as yourself must be looking for some trinket for your lady lover yes?" Vano's hands disappeared behind the display and reappeared holding a beautiful gold necklace "this was part of the dowry of a Bulgarian princess, beautiful is it not?"
But before Zach could even look at it it disappeared and like a magician Vano pulled a bouquet of flowers seemingly from nowhere, "or what girl does not like some flowers, eh?"
Zach was a bit flustered and said, "no, no lady lover for me. I'm just looking for something for myself, I have a bit of leftover graduation money."
"Ahh, congratulations my friend," vano said disappearing the flowers as easily as he had made then appear, "nothing is more important than education. Let us see, the traditional graduation gift is a watch, no? Or did you already receive a watch?"
"Nope," Zach said, pleased to be off the topic of ladies.
"Perfect," vano said and disappeared behind the counter. Zach could hear him rustling through the merchandise, throwing random items over his back as he searched for whatever it was he was searching for. Eventually zach heard a triumphant yell and vano pulled himself upright, "I have found it," vano said with a smile and placed upon the glass countertop a raggedy old box. With great fanfare he slowly lifted the lid and revealed--a rather unassuming silver pocket watch, nearly black with tarnish.
