Date: Tue, 6 May 2014 04:20:07 -0700 (PDT) From: derek james Subject: The Adventures of Rex II: Rex Plays Father of the Bride (Part Two) for bisexual/encounters WARNING: The following is for adults only(18+). It contains depictions of sexual acts between men. If this offends you or is inappropriate for you to read, go no further. If not, enjoy!!! Remember that Nifty needs our help: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html "THE ADVENTURES OF REX" stories are a celebration of one man's journey into middle age with a raging hard-on, a passionate nature and his handsome head held high! *****LOOK!!!! You can enjoy Rex and his many horny adventures from 2012 & 2013 & 2014!!!!! MORE "Adventures of Rex" can Be Found In: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/adventures-of-rex/ AND http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/beginnings/adventures-of-rex/ And http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-friends/adventures-of-rex/ And http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/encounters/adventures-of-rex/ Introduction: The following series of Rex adventures take place starting in early 2006 a few months after his exciting and very affirming work with his older female mentor, Lorna. Lorna's Journals chronicle Rex's rapid sexual growth and exploration as a very open and highly bisexual handsome mature professional male in his mid-40's...a late bloomer with passionate drive to catch up on all he has missed out on in the sex department. Rex was a career minded man far too long and Lorna was there as he broke free and began to bloom sexually. Her writings are a precursor to these and should be digested fully first. These tales predate all the most recent adventures with nephew Collin and the bewitchingly dangerous MILF... Ms. Madame Hilda!! ***A Special Note: The following adventure stars Naddy aka Nadine who inspired it and wrote the bare bones framework for me to develop into a full "Rex" adventure. Her ideas blew my mind and I just had to use her amazing outline as soon as I could. Thanks so much!! And Enjoy!! The Adventures of Rex II: - Rex Plays Father of the Bride (Part Two) Warren Prendergast moved slowly away from his perch by his upstairs bedroom window. His now flaccid uncut cock hung dripping from his unzipped trousers. He was so exhausted from his two orgasms all caused by his wonderfully sexy neighbour across the street, Rex Davenport. It was just the end of January and rather warm for this time of the year and thankfully his mother had found a few small garden jobs to do out back. His mother was always finding jobs in the garden; he swore she'd be out there in the snow if she could. But it kept her busy and not in his way if and when the mood struck him to watch his perfect muse...mature gingery Rex. He knew watching Rex was becoming a habit. A habit he loved and was ever so lucky to have stumbled upon. It must have been about a month or so ago...just about Christmas maybe when he was feeling bored one late afternoon after coming home from his dull job. The windows on his street were all lit with Christmas lights and some had lovely trees twinkling for all to see. And what did Warren see? Rex...dear golden red haired Rex up in his bedroom and his curtains were still open with the bedside lamp on. Warren breathed in at the memory. How had he lived there for so long and not watched him before? At that stage he still did not even know his name and he made it his secret mission to find out who the middle-aged Adonis was and any other gossip that might be of interest concerning him. Warren dreamily moved to the bathroom in the hall and stood washing his sticky cock-head in the tap. He recalled Rex again that night in December and how perfect he looked framed in the window as he slowly undressed from his day at work. Warren felt his cock jump as he washed it with renewed lust...lust for Rex! Warren saw again the way Rex's blue dress shirt seemed to fall from his broad shoulders and be tossed on a nearby chair. Warren knew what was coming and so he quickly shut his bedroom door and switched off his lamp...and found his handy bird watching binoculars in his desk drawer. His heart was racing...could he be having a heart attack he wondered to himself back then. He was so excited! Trembling hands held the binoculars as steady as humanly possible as Rex kicked off his shoes; loafers of some dark leather style and then the dark slacks were undone...and they dropped down to reveal his muscular golden furred legs. Warren nearly came at that stage but held off...he needed more! Rex spun round toward his dresser in tight, ass hugging white underwear and sexy long navy blue socks that nearly came to just below his knees. He thought only old movies and B&W TV shows had guys wearing socks like that...he was wrong, Rex wore socks like that as he would soon learn as time went by! Warren laughed because at that point, Rex had moved out of his bedroom and vanished down the upstairs hall. BUT it was enough and Warren was hooked and watching Rex became his favourite activity day or night...it was his little secret and his sweet old mother never knew...well, he hoped she didn't. Warren finished washing his now semi-erect uncut cock and pushed it back inside his trousers...just in time; mother was coming in and taking off her coat in the kitchen. He could hear her hanging it on the inside of the door by the pantry. Routines....so many dull routines made up his life, all except for his Rex watching...that was SO worthwhile! ************************************************* Having finished his call with Naddy, Rex had taken a long leisure bath upstairs and let the warm, sudsy water engulf his naked six-foot form to the point of nearly drowning. His own sexy daydreams of what Naddy had said combined with post-orgasmic blissful exhaustion nearly made him slip away under water three times! He finally got out, dried off and slipped into his cosy around the house tracksuit. It was ancient blue stretchy fabric in two parts and was nearly threadbare on his firm round ass cheeks...he never wore underwear with this outfit. Just a pair of black crew socks was the only addition he made...and they felt so comfy after his long cycle ride today. He found himself downstairs and moving through the large carpet covered living room area to the substantial eat-in kitchen in the rear. Carpet gave way to white tiles in here and the cool floor tickled his socked feet and soothed any aches that might have been lurking there in. His downstairs computer sat on a small table in the corner and Rex looked at it...he felt drawn to it. He plopped down on the swivel chair in front and booted up again. The thought of Naddy just was too potent and he had to read her email again. His cock swelled at the mere thought and this made a smile spread over his ruddy cherubic but now freshly shaven face. Rex logged into the adult personal ad site where Naddy had found him. He found his page and re-read his little sexy ad. He loved it. Short and sweet...to the point! And his attached photos...just enough, not too much. His cock was now feeling rejuvenated and he could have easily stroked himself off again but he thought better of it. He did have a very big job next Saturday and he would need every ounce of his "manly fluids" at the ready. He wanted to achieve at least as many orgasms as the young bride groom Barry or more. Rex decided...he wanted more! So he would save himself for a week and be Mature Super Stud aka Father of the Bride. Rex shook himself and focussed. He replied to Naddy's email and thanked her copiously for the call and the wonderful opportunity that now lay ahead. He also proudly included his suit measurements...boasting a 34 inch waist he has faithfully maintained since he was about 23 or 24...he giggled to himself as he typed. Size 11 shoes...he almost forgot those. Naddy said she wanted shoe size. He also felt obliged to include detailed driving directions to his home...he did not want the poor limo driver lost next Saturday in the wilds of North London! ********************************** Monday seemed to take ages to come. Naddy slipped into a comfortable outfit and grabbed her purse. The copy of Rex's reply containing his suit measurements was held safely inside. Since being divorced nearly 4 years now, she relished not working, not being under any man's thumb and the delightful monthly alimony payments...he left her and was willing to pay...lots! She knew getting Rex's tuxedo was the key for Saturday night's look and feel, so she felt driven to get to the men's outfitters shop as soon as the opened today. She drove the three miles and a bit to the quiet side street just by Euston Station and found a spot not too far from the antique men's shop. Dodd's Men's Emporium sounded far grander than it was. Mr. Dodd was about 65 and worked alone. A thin man with a beak-like nose with little gold spectacles perched before his watery blue eyes. His well-combed grey hair looked a bit like a wig but had assured Naddy it was all his...every strand. It probably was she mused as she walked into the shop door and stood in the outer area that also served as the showroom for the various suits and tuxedos on offer for sale or rent. Mr. Dodd knew Naddy from her own son's wedding a year ago. He had been very helpful in suiting up the groom and his entourage of male cronies. So it seemed natural to come back again for this little BUT highly important job. Mr. Dodd was obviously out back in the fitting area-work room which was behind a rich ruby red curtain which he burst through at the sound of the small bell that rang each time the shop door opened. He looked just the same and his short frame of only about five feet was garbed in a very cute pinstripe charcoal gray suit. His eyes lit up at the sight of Naddy standing alert and very perky at his big wooden front counter. Pleasantries were exchanged and then Naddy explained her urgent tuxedo need for Saturday night with shoes as well. Mr. Dodd looked puzzled. "You mean you want to rent a tuxedo for this Saturday night and have it altered to fit in a smart, appealing way without...without the man coming in for a proper fitting!" The fact that he said "without" twice bothered Naddy a little bit. "Mr. Dodd, I know this may be rather unorthodox but I really need your help...please!" Mr. Dodd pulled his spectacles off and stood nose to nose with Naddy. "I'll do it for you, sweet lady even though I have lots out back to work on for a wedding next week BUT I need the man in person. I really HATE doing things "off the cuff" so to speak!" He giggled at this and Naddy joined him a bit of tailor's humour. Naddy recalled her son and his mates going for fitting after fitting. The guy was a fusspot and, if her son could be believed, a tailor with very free hands that seemed to wander very liberally. But he was very good and his prices were the best in London for this level of quality. Naddy agreed and left "Mr. Davenport's measurements", as it was written on the sheet Naddy produced, with Mr. Dodd so he could get things started. Naddy selected a very standard elegant tuxedo all in black with a matching black silky cummerbund and bow tie with black patent leather lace-up shoes for Rex and this very special night. Mr. Dodd said that he would be able to see Rex at closing time either tonight or Tuesday. Naddy was to offer either day and Mr. Dodd would see him then BUT he must be there right at 5 pm. Mr. Dodd said he would leave by 5:15 and that was that! Naddy had little idea what Rex did each day. She got the impression he must work but at what...she had no clue yet. She quickly sent him a text with the urgent message, the times available and most importantly...the name of the shop and its location. Naddy hoped Rex was not too far away from this area...her fingers crossed for a positive reply. ************************* Rex, who had just sat down at his desk in his small but pleasant office in the successful London advertising agency he worked for, was surprised by the alert pings of a text being received by his mobile phone which was tucked away in his dark blue suit jacket's inside breast pocket. Sunday seemed endless yesterday and even a long 10 mile cycle ride had not helped it pass any more quickly...especially now with his "no jacking off" policy until Saturday night. He felt pleased that Monday had come...bring on Saturday he mused with a big grin. His pleased expression turned to total ecstasy as he glanced at his small phone and saw the text from Naddy. He was more than willing to get "fitted" by the tailor and as it turned out, he was only about three tube stations away. He could make the 5 pm time easily today by leaving the office at 4:30 and so he texted back his acceptance with a little extra thought: Roll On Saturday! Rex stretched his long arms in a cat-like move and ran his hand thoughtfully through his thick well-groomed gingery auburn hair as he mused about his new adventure. His cock began to grow and push against his tight black bikini-style underwear and suit trousers...not having any "stroke time" this week was going to be a BITCH he thought to himself, but it was worth the wait! He recalled all the prep work needed for Trina and Jack Jenkins role play fun....the old antique suit, the great old socks with garters and his growing a dashing little moustache. It was so much fun becoming someone else and yet, "Rex the Salesman" was very much Rex Davenport...just a bit more roguish in all the right ways. Rex laughed aloud and began looking over some ideas for a special adverting client he was currently developing ideas for and soon lost himself in a sea of possible jingles and slogans. The day slipped by and 4:30 crept up and vanished before Rex saw his watch and nearly bolted out of his desk chair. If he ran, got an Underground train quickly and dashed to the men's shop...he just might make it before the tailor left for the day. It was 4:38...he closed the files on his computer, switched off, tidied his desk a bit...and off he went! Luckily, Rex was wearing his more comfortable black leather lace-up shoes and they were slightly more amenable to being run in. He made a connection on the Underground quickly and soon found he was above ground again and moving swiftly to the door of the little shop. Dodd's Men's Emporium stood before him and the lights were off in the outer shop area...Rex tried the door...locked. He glanced at the old-style shop with its clutter of men's suits, tuxedos and shoes filling the small display windows on either side of the rather formidable wood & glass door. Rex pressed his handsome mature face against the door glass and peered in cautiously. A faint light was still on in the rear area he thought to himself. Yes, he could see some light just seeping out around a curtained archway obviously concealing the changing area or workroom. Rex glanced at his watch, he could feel sweat just beginning to tickle his skin all over his warm body; it was only 5:10 pm...he rapped on the door and hoped he was not too late. The curtain parted and an older, rather small fellow in a suit and coiffed grey hair stood, looking at him...deciding. Rex waved his hand in a slight gesture and smiled in his winning "sorry but I'm a naughty boy" way...Mr. Dodd moved forward and stood before the shop's outer door. Rex could see him looking at him through spectacles perched on the end of his rather long nose...the eyes behind the spectacles were soft and contained a faint hint of...of, Rex was not sure. Welcome? Or was it mischief? The door opened with a click and a little bell that tinkled in few sharp notes. Rex now stood before Mr. Dodd who continued his inspection sans the old door...Rex smiled again and a sheepish voice came out. "Sorry, I am late. Naddy...I mean Nadine texted me about coming for a fitting. Is it still alright? Should I come back again? I don't want to keep you if you need to leave." Mr. Dodd's small form stepped back, his hand swept inward in a welcoming gesture. "Please, do come in...You caught me before I left. Lucky you. Lucky me!" The tailor spoke in a slightly sugary tone and Rex felt a bit like Hansel in that old fairy tale. Could this be a gingerbread house? Rex's near six-foot body seemed to tower over the petite tailor as he stepped in from the doorway and Mr. Dodd promptly shut and secured the lock once again. The tailor looked up at handsome Rex, his gingery reddish short hair slightly askew from his race to make the deadline...a few beads of sweat just cresting on his ruddy forehead. Rex felt slightly self-conscious and, not surprisingly, rather turned on...his cock once again began to struggle inside his trousers and begged for attention. Rex sighed inwardly knowing this was going to be a very LONG week! The front of the cluttered gloomy outer room felt slightly ominous to Rex as he moved further inward and stepped to the wooden counter. "You are a very lucky man to have a friend like Miss Nadine. She was very insistent I see you as soon as I could for this tuxedo fitting. She selected what she wants you to wear and I have laid them all out for you in the rear changing room...they should nearly fit based on her list of measurements BUT we need to tighten things up here, shorten there. You know the drill, I am certain based upon your very stylish...tailored look!" Mr. Dodd said with an air of dignity and professionalism. Rex felt very warm still and guessed he must look a sweaty mess after his mad dash through the city. "Follow me!" Mr. Dodd said as he moved on and held the curtains aside so tall Rex could pass through into the rear, more private region of the shop. The work room also served as the fitting area. All sorts of fabric, pins, scissors and numerous half altered men's items filled much of the space. A set of old sewing machines were against the far wall and the crowning glory was a handsome triple bay of full-length mirrors installed in one corner with a small raised platform in the middle. The square platform caught Rex's attention almost instantly. The surface was covered with a deep red carpet much in the same shade as the curtains covering the entry into the rear section...Rex's naughty mind imagined all the hot men's feet in sexy socks that had stood in that very, slightly worn away place. He thought the worn spaces on the surface just might be in the shape of a pair of large men's feet. Rex's cock lurched inside his tight underwear. Down boy, he mused to himself with a smile. The whoosh of the curtains sweeping shut behind Rex startled him slightly and he blinked in the glare of the bright over-head lights. The room was a busy place and obviously Mr. Dodd was very kind to slip him in. Rex saw the black satin-like tuxedo jacket, cummerbund, a crisp white dress shirt , bow tie, polished black leather shoes and trousers all waiting on a folding chair by a door to a small room just next to the set of mirrors. "Shall I change now?" Rex asked with a slight hesitation as his brow furrowed and a bead of sweat dripped down his cheek; his whiskers just beginning to sprout a five o'clock shadow since his morning shave. "You look, how shall I put this? You look rather sweaty Mr. Davenport. It may be winter but your sprinting did make you...hot...I mean warm! Come this way...if you would permit me to aid you in a bit of freshen up?" Mr. Dodd said squinting and moving to a small door near the mirrors. Rex felt so embarrassed. "Please call me Rex and certainly...I would appreciate a tidy up, I have no desire to scent the tuxedo with man-musk....not just yet at least." Rex added this last comment with a playful wink to Mr. Dodd. Mr. Dodd turned a bright pink shade and pulled open the small wooden door and an inner private room appeared. The light was flicked on and a sink built into a mini kitchen counter popped into view on the back wall. The room obviously served as a changing area for any male clients who elected to have more privacy rather than changing in the centre of the work room with Mr. Dodd's eagle eyes appraising every nook and cranny of their scantily clad selves. A small partition concealed a toilet in the corner making this just another multipurpose room for Mr. Dodd's needs. Mr. Dodd minced over to the sink; Rex noticed a slight swish of his hips as he moved lightly on his small feet. Rex considered his movements genteel and just bit haughty...in a cute way. The sink was plugged and then filled with cool water. Rex stood by as Mr. Dodd found a clean washcloth beneath the sink counter and proceeded to soak it through, squeezing out the excess water. "Allow me!" Mr. Dodd said and moved to face Rex who seemed very tall and slightly out of reach. "Oh, my...you are very tall. Sit there in the chair by the wall" Rex obeyed and moved to the folding chair by the toilet partition and sat down and now he was all within reach of little Mr. Dodd. Mr. Dodd's nimble wiry fingers moved quickly, he may be in his 60's but his manual dexterity was in perfect shape...Rex was impressed as the cool cloth was run all over his forehead and face. The coolness felt wonderfully refreshing to Rex and he closed his eyes as the washcloth passed over his eyelids with sensuously lavish strokes. Rex felt his large uncut tool once again pushing against his trousers for immediate release. He bravely ignored its repeated attempts for instant gratification. Rex crooned. "That feels great, Mr. Dodd. Thank you. I did rather run like I was in a race." Mr. Dodd withdrew the cloth. "That will do for now. I'll keep it handy as we do our fitting, we may need to cool and refresh you in other areas." Mr. Dodd said this with a wink that Rex found almost too inviting. Even through behind the old tailor's spectacles, Rex could see a more than lascivious glint in his eyes. "Shall we begin?" Mr. Dodd said as he moved to place the cloth on the sink counter. "OK. Shall I strip?" Rex asked with total and utter compliance in his melodic voice. "By all means, I dare say...you seem a rather self-assured fellow, I doubt I need to give you a private place to change like some of my less open-minded clients require from time to time." The tailor said as he stood gazing Back at Rex with that same glint in his eyes that Rex had just noted. Rex stood up. "Thanks for compliment, I think. Yes, I am self-confident and I am proud of my body...I am not 23 anymore!" Rex spun around slowly in the small room and showed off his suited back and front to Mr. Dodd's little sounds of approval. "You look exceedingly fine...Rex...for 35 or so!" The tailor said with a grin that looked very endearing on his rather wizened face. "Try mid-40's...and again I say thanks for compliment. It's my cycling, walking around London whenever possible and not eating or drinking too much of anything. Simple yet effective; I should write a guide to men's health and fitness!" Rex guffawed as he flexed his arm muscles like a strong man in the circus. "I more than agree. I see many men, your age...shocking how they let themselves go. You are...a very pleasant change...really!" The tailor said as he minced two steps closer and nearly reached over and touched Rex's arm but stopped in mid-air. Mr. Dodd checked himself and strode out of the small room and back into inner work area and prepared for Rex's fitting. Rex wondered if Mr. Dodd was lonely. He was giving off many signals that were more than open to interpretation of the sexual variety. Granted, he was not the type of guy he'd normally seek out BUT Rex was open-minded to say the least and open to being enjoyed by all! Rex smiled to himself as he, too moved back to the other room and walked over to the mirrors and platform. "We shall start with a complete set of measurements. I know you gave Miss Nadine your best estimates but I am a perfectionist. I take all my own and then we go from there. Does that meet your approval?" Mr. Dodd asked he stepped forward gesturing toward the little platform and waving a fabric tape measure around in his right hand. "Fine, sounds like a good idea. I have not been measured...thoroughly...that is, in a very long time." Rex agreed in a mock sombre tone that almost seemed a bit too much. "Now, I'll need you...pretty well undressed. The more you remove, the better and more accurate the measurements. So please undress...sir...I mean, Rex!" Mr. Dodd said with a huge Cheshire cat grin; he was clearly enjoying this and Rex knew it. Mr. Dodd fixed his eyes on sturdily built six-foot Rex as he smiled back at him. Mr. Dodd feared his little spectacles would steam up if he felt much more aroused at the sight and sheer manly presence of this new client who now stood before him and prepared to disrobe. Rex undid the only button holding his dark blue suit jacket closed and pulled it off his shoulders and hung on a hook provided just alongside the mirrors. He pulled free the gently pattered necktie from around his neck and began to unbutton his light blue dress shirt bit by delicious bit...he wore no undershirt and stood just so that his gloriously rusty gold fur covered chest came into view and literally took Mr. Dodd's breath away. The sight was magnificent and Rex now hung the shirt and necktie on the hooks and spun again to face Mr. Dodd who began to sputter a bit like an old tea kettle. "You...ah...you...eh...you look very fit. Yes, very fit indeed!" Mr. Dodd managed to say without too much hesitation as he looked closely as Rex's well-toned pectorals and his pert pink nipples encircled by a great deal of rusty golden chest hair. And his arm...not huge like a weightlifter's but gracefully muscled and just thoroughly proportioned. "Nearly done. I'll just slip off these now!" Rex said with a big smile as his shoes were unlaced and tossed aside and his dark blue suit trousers slid away and joined the other items on the wall hooks...and so now Rex stood like David except only in tight black bikini-style underwear and near calf-length navy blue socks with gold capped toes. Mr. Dodd's eyes fixed on those alluring gold capped toes of handsome Rex and followed the thin ribbed, very tight blue sock fabric along each of his large sculpted feet, up his cycle-toned calves and then up to those thighs...those thighs, so full and pronounced and tantalizingly furry...Mr. Dodd's heart seemed to be skipping beats and his breath became shallow. Rex moved swiftly and stood up on the little platform and Mr. Dodd was treated to a multitude of Rex's reflected in the large mirrors and what a sight! His round tight ass and bulging crotch looked perfect in all the various angles provided and Mr. Dodd stood as if struck by lightning, his mouth hung open and his eyes utterly agog. Rex turned this way and that, admiring himself in the full-length mirrors and pivoting artfully upon his strong gold-capped socked toes...he felt his own cock nearly bursting the tight underwear bonds and thought...should I really give the old guy a show...shall I drop the underwear, too? He faced forward, staring intently at the shocked face of Mr. Dodd. He put his hands on either side of the tight elastic waistband and moved his strong fingers downward...his reddish gold pubic fur began to crest into sight. "Stop...you...oh....my...heavens...you best leave those on...Or...I'll never get these measurements right, so help my stars!" Mr. Dodd croaked as he grabbed his hanky from his suit pocket and dabbed his very sweaty brow. Rex giggled like a naughty prankster and pulled the tight underwear back up to his waist. His straining uncut cock again filled the fabric fully, showing Mr. Dodd that Rex was more than "well-endowed" and that was so electrifying. Rex stood now...and waited. "I'm ready. Let's get started!" Rex encouraged in an almost playful tone that woke Mr. Dodd up and made him ready to begin...and oh, what a pleasure it was to be! Shakily Mr. Dodd approached the waiting Rex; his muscular mature form boldly positioned on the platform and his hands straddling each hip. A confident pose of a confident man mused Mr. Dodd to himself. The scent of Rex's manly sweat filled the old tailor's nostrils. Not unpleasant, highly arousing...musky! "Mr. Dodd, would you be so kind and rub me down with the wash cloth...you know, just my chest, legs, arm pits. I would be happier about trying on your clean clothes if I were just a bit less...moist!" Rex said with his soulful green eyes reaching out and touching Mr. Dodd's inner self. Mr. Dodd nodded manically and dropped the tape measure down alongside Rex's socked feet. He scurried off into the other room and returned in a flash holding the newly moistened wash cloth aloft, his mouth shaped in a boyish grin. The tailor pulled himself up and on his tip-toes he could just about reach Rex on the platform. Gently but firmly he swabbed the cloth all over Rex's shapely, tight chest and down all along his tummy. Rex's curly rusty coloured body hairs moved and flowed with the strokes of the cloth and Mr. Dodd took extra care to work all around each nipple, letting his sensitive fingers brush against the erect little knobs. The desire to reach out and pinch each of them nearly overtook the poor fellow several times but he resisted! Each of Rex's arms came next and then each delightfully furry, man-scented armpit...Mr. Dodd swooned nearly toppling off his toes! Rex turned and faced the mirrors and watched the reflection of Mr. Dodd moving the cloth up and down his back in long, lush strokes...and twice his hand slipped and collided with his round ass cheeks. The little surprised grunts from the tailor as his hand ventured downward made Rex smile and nearly laugh aloud. Nearly out of breath, the tailor ended his massage routine by crouching down low and managed a few delightful strokes downward over each of Rex's furry legs. He stopped just short of the top of each calf-length sock. Suddenly, Rex spun round as Mr. Dodd was just standing up...he was nose to crotch at just the precise moment. The inviting manly shaped package inside Rex's tight underwear was now almost inches from his mouth. Mr. Dodd shot up like a rocket, standing very tall...as tall as man of five feet can stand and nearly sung out. "Done! I hope that helps. Really, I think it should...I think!" The slightly incoherent burbling made Rex stifle yet another laugh. He found Mr. Dodd utterly charming in his attempts to stay on task. Yet, deep down he knew that even if Mr. Dodd played along...he was supposed to be saving himself for the Naddy's weekend event. He had to be good now...had to be chaste. Damn that was hard...for Rex! Rex stood still, hands by his sides and waited as Mr. Dodd returned the wash cloth to the sink, found his notepad and picked up the measuring tape from the platform. With slightly trembling fingers, Mr. Dodd began to gather his measurements...he spent ages doing the chest, he had to get a set of small steps to get to the right height. Holding the tape against Rex's furry chest was a true sensory delight, he could feel Rex's warmth, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He was sure he felt Rex's heart beating. The waist proved almost too much to take, Rex stood ever so still but Mr. Dodd trembled like a leaf. The inseam...his fingers just touched Rex's ball sack, solid and fairly large...restricted to near bursting in the tight bikini-style underwear. Rex watched in the mirrors and tried so hard to keep his cock from rising any further inside its prison of nylon cotton blend. Mr. Dodd laid the tape measure down flat along the platform. "If you would be so kind, just step onto this and place your right foot heel on the little gold end for me. I'd like to see if I have the shoe size correct that Miss Nadine gave to me." The tailor asked almost in a pleading tone as he gazed upward at Rex's amused face staring back at him. Rex lifted his large warm socked foot up and laid it flat on the tape measure and his big toe lay just at the 11...near perfectly. Rex gently bounced his gold-capped toe up and down on the number. "See, 11...just like I told Miss Nadine. I really do know my body. And I bet you'll find my other measurements are almost as precise. But I was glad to oblige!" Rex said in a delighted tone. Mr. Dodd kept watching Rex's big toe bounce playfully on the measuring tape. He found those large sculpted feet so hypnotic and the strong leather tainted musky aroma that wafted upward made the tailor harder than he'd been "down there" in what seemed like years. Mr. Dodd moved to remove his tape measure but Rex's foot remained solidly on it...he put his hands down around the sides of the fine socked foot before him and gently rubbed, caressing...enjoying. "Oh, sorry. I'll move my foot!" Rex said kindly and picked it up slowly; and slightly, ever so slightly...brushed it near the tailor's beak-like nose. "Ohhhhh, mmmmm....Fine, very fine indeed!" Mr. Dodd burst out in an involuntary exultation of true pleasure. Mr. Dodd was now in a dreamy state as he wobbled to the stack of clothing for Rex to try on. Bit by bit Rex dressed. The dress shirt was fine and fit Rex's chest perfectly. The sleek trousers were pulled on, over each moist socked foot and then Rex stood admiring himself in the mirros. Now the shoes slid on like magic, Mr. Dodd standing by watching and his toes rested in just the right places for comfort. Rex bent forward and laced each with care and dexterity. Mr. Dodd now stepped in and used his nimble fingers as he felt Rex's tight ass enclosed in the silky trouser fabric and noted just a small tuck here and there would be all that was needed, the length was spot on...the trousers rested just above the shiny leather shoes. The tuxedo jacket was last and it made the outfit near perfect except for the tie and cummerbund, they were going to be fine for Rex in any case. So Mr. Dodd allowed Rex to pass on trying those items on. Mr. Dodd stepped back and looked Rex over from head to toes...smiling. "You will be the most handsome man at the event you are attending with Miss Nadine, a true winner on all fronts!" The tailor managed to say with no hesitation whatsoever. Rex agreed with an appreciative nod and big grin. "It will be ready for Miss Nadine to pick up tomorrow afternoon. She said she would be taking it to you, am I correct?" Mr. Dodd quizzed. "Yes, I could pick it up myself but Miss Nadine wants to supervise my dressing for the occasion on Saturday....she's very....thorough I think!" Rex added with a wink and a cavalier toss of his head. The tailor seemed to be near bursting from over stimulation. "I am stepping out to the shop area while you change. Leave the tuxedo and other items there on the chair where I placed them earlier in the day. And then...you are free to go. That's it really!" The poor man managed and then he shot out through the curtains like a rocket. Rex obeyed and carefully placed the wardrobe back on the chair where he had first seen it. His own clothes felt rather plain as he slipped back into them and laced up each of his shoes as the final act of re-dressing. Now he stepped back through the voluminous drapes and stood by the wooden counter out front and looked at Mr. Dodd who seemed quiet and maybe just a bit sullen behind his spectacles. "Thanks for coming today and do come back if you have any needs...formal clothing or altering or..." The tailor trailed off and just looked at Rex with a puppy dog expression. He was truly waiting for a bone...of sorts. "Miss Nadine may be picking the tuxedo up but I shall drop it off Monday night after work...if that suits you? Same time...5:15 or so?" Rex asked leaning forward on the counter and making very definite eye contact with the older man. The tailor both stunned and very eager burbled again. "Ah...um...yes....Yes!" Rex grinned like a very pleased lion about to devour a gazelle in the grasslands of Africa. "Good! I shall be here with the tuxedo and...Well, I will leave it at that. The rest is up to you...entirely!" With that remark, Rex spun round and moved to the front door. A quick flick of his wrist and the lock opened...and he moved out into the early London evening. Mr. Dodd just stood, his small cock raging inside his trousers and his mouth hanging down around his knees! Now he had something...unknown...maybe naughty...to look forward to Monday. He was in heaven...sheer blissful heaven! Much more to cum!!!!:-) Write me!!!! derekjames57@yahoo.com