Date: Sat, 3 May 1997 21:38:18 -0400 (EDT)
From: Hrlss6969@aol.com
Subject: A Fitting Job

A Fitting Job
by Brent Nelson

To help earn spending money for college I work a couple of days a week at a
clothing store in the local mall.  The wildest thing that ever happened to me
there occurred late last spring.

Customers ask me goofy questions all the time, like "What size would I wear?"
or "What would look good on me?"  I just put on my 'happy to help' face and
start the old 20 questions game to try to narrow in on what they'd really
like.  One night I was walking past the fitting rooms and one of the doors
opened.  This young Latino kid poked his head out and asked me if I could
help him.  He had short black hair, shaved close on the sides.  He was very
cute with brown eyes that had little gold flecks in them and a smile glowed
white against his tan skin.  He was wearing an oversized T-shirt and a pair
of black silk chino's with our store's tags hanging off of them.  A gold
chain around his neck identified him as "Johnny."  "I'm not sure if these
pants fit right," he said as he backed back into to fitting room in his
stocking feet.  I followed him in and the spring hinged door clicked shut
behind me.

"They look a little long," I said.  "Do you have them at your waist?"  He
just looked at me with those brown eyes and pulled his T-shirt up and over
his head.  My breath caught in my throat and I felt my balls pull up in their
sack.  He had a smooth brown chest with the tight muscle definition of a
young runner.  He had a small dark spot of pit hair on the arm side of each
pit only, but what caught my attention most were his nipples.  Dark brown and
they must have been the size of 1/2 dollars, like 2 eyes returning my stare.

I swallowed and put my customer service face back on as he dropped his T on
the floor.  I looked at the loose waist of those silk pants hanging on his
hips and tried to supress a longing to see more of him.  "They do look big,"
I said, sounding breathier than I wanted to.

"Maybe you could measure me and tell me what I need."

At that comment I immediately looked into Johnny's eyes to see if he meant
any of the extra meanings I read into that, but he had an honest, innocent
look on his face.  I struggled to get myself back in control.  If it weren't
for the air conditioning I would have had sweat rolling down my back by now.
I pictured what would happen if I made an unwanted move on this kid, who
probably wasn't driving yet, and mall security broke in on us in response to
his shouting.

"Okay," I said as I got the tape measure out of my pocket, grateful for some
other task to take my mind off his bare flesh and those mesmerizing nipples.
He held his arms out for me to put the tape around his waist.  I could feel
the heat of his body on the side of my face as I reached around his back.  I
was concentrating so hard on not touching him and I was starting to get very
light headed.  Fighting my instincts and desires at that moment was draining
me like a physical struggle.  As I stepped back to look down at the
measurement on the tape I realized something that I had only subconciously
noticed before.  There was no sign of a waistband sticking out above his
sagging pants.  No briefs.  No boxers.  My heart was now beating so loud I
was certain that people out in the store must be able to hear it.

"So?  What size?"

I snapped back to reality and focussed on the little black lines on the tape.
"26 inch waist."  As I knelt down to measure his inseam he grabbed his pants
and hiked them way up so the crotch seam was wedged up between his thigh and
his basket.  I just kept looking down and tried to keep my heart in my chest.
My mouth was so dry I couldn't swalow.  I started the tape at his ankle and
slowly slid my thumb and forefinger slowly up the inside of his leg, keeping
the tape pulled taught.  My hand & eyes travelled above his knee and suddenly
my stomach dropped like a rollercoaster.  His cock & balls were clearly
outlined against the thinness of the silk and were pinned on the side I was
measuring.  His cock was pointed straight down at my approaching hand.  My
eyes froze on the outline of a man's equipment on this boy.  My hand
continued up like the elevator in the mall, never stopping, heading straight
for that bulge, which I now noticed was starting to swell down the length of
his pants, as if trying to meet my hand half way.

I looked up into Johnny's face then to see how much trouble I was in.  He was
smiling sheepishly and blushing, with both fists still pulling those pants up
past his navel.  He was looking down at me as quietly said, "I have one other
thing I want you to measure."

Just then my coasting fingers met the head of his young cock and continued up
and along the length of his hardening shaft.  Johnny closed his eyes and
sipped a small gasp of air.  His dark nipples suddenly stood out at attention
and a quiver ran through his body.  I still don't know how I avoided shooting
off in my pants right then & there.

His cock was now tenting out those silk pants and his chest was rising and
falling noticeably.  My cock was straining so hard against my dockers that I
was in pain.  I had to stand up.

"These are definitely not what you need,"  I said as I unhooked and unzipped
his pants.  His hands relaxed and his arms dropped down at his sides.  The
pants dropped to his ankles like a veil slipping off a new statue and his
freed dick jutted straight out from a small patch of black pubes.  His
swollen cock was the same dark brown as his erect nipples and his balls hung
low and heavy in the loose folds of his sack.  My breath caught again, but
now my head was spinning with anticipation.

"Please measure it,"  Johnny pleaded in a low voice.  As I reached out and
grabbed his twitching meat a tingle travelled up my arm, through my heart,
and grounded in my groin.  The heat was radiating off his straining dick and
almost felt like it would burn the palm of my hand.  His dark cockhead was
peeking out from a tight hood of foreskin.  I laid the tape against the top
of his swollen dick, starting one end in his pubes and running it out just a
little over 6 1/2 inches to the sticky piss slit.  I firmly pushed back on
his dick and the hood slid back revealing a flared purplish-brown head.  His
cock was so hard it felt like it was ready to burst.

The last shreds of my self control ripped away and my lips locked on to one
of those magnificent nipples!  I alternated between licking with the flat of
my tongue, making little circles with the point of my tongue, and gently
nibbling his hard nips.  The tips stood out as big and as hard as erasers on
kindergarten pencils.

Johnny reached between us and unbuttoned my shirt and started to play with my
nipples.  I sat down on the small seat in the corner, my lips never leaving
Johnny's hot bod!  My hands were on his ass, pulling him close to me.  His
rock hard cock was poking me in the chest,  leaving a shiny trail where it
rubbed.  He reached down to take my shirt off, and I muttered, "I can't," but
I left it open.  I kept on working over his chest with my mouth, and my hands
pulled his ass closer and pinned his hot cock against my chest.

I started to run one hand up and down his ass, closer and closer to his
crack.  Soon I was running my fingers up and down the silky skin of his
valley while my other hand pulled his cheeks open.  He trembled each time my
fingers passed over his hairless rosebud and continued down to the back of
his balls.  Then they reversed and started back up again.

His hands were starting to dig into my shoulders and he was making whimpering
sounds like a puppy.  His ass was pushing back toward my caressing hand and
wiggling around in the cool air.  I could picture his asshole gasping for my
finger like a fish out of water.  I licked my fingers then, slobbering 'em up
real good and then went back to gnawing on his swollen tits.  I ran my wet
fingers down from the top of his crack and this time when I got to his pucker
I started working my finger around & around, slicking it up real good.  I
slipped a finger in all the way to the third knuckle pulling Johnny tight
against me.  His eyes screwed shut, he threw his head back and moaned softly
while his hips rocked back & forth from my sunken finger to my bare chest.
His ass was squeezing my finger so tightly I could swear it was cutting off
the circulation.  I started to really work it around, massaging his prostate,
which was driving him wild!  He started panting, "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, ..."
and really pounding his hips against my chest, his dick rubbing up & down my
breastbone.  I let go of his ass with my free hand and reached around to grab
his balls.  "A-a-a-a-a-h, Yes, Yes, Yes!"  He was frantic!  His hands pressed
my shoulders while he fucked my chest.  My finger was wiggling around in his
ass like crazy, my other hand pulling firmly on his heavy balls, and my teeth
all but drawing blood from his throbbing nipples.  "Y-E-E-E-E-S-S-S-S-S!" he
hissed through gritted teeth as his cock erupted against my chest.  With my
finger in his ass I pulled him as tightly against me as I could, trying to
contain his thrashing body.  Again and again his young seed splashed against
my chest.  Finally, his body went slack as the last few shudders ran through
him.

"Shit!  That was JUST what I needed,"  he said between deep breaths.  He
stepped back and ran his hands over my chest smearing his spunk all around.
"I want to service you now."

"Can't now,"  I said, as I buttoned up my shirt relishing his wetness on my
skin.  "I'm over at the U, in Johnson Hall.  Call me or stop by tomorrow at
3:30."  I straighten myself out, and suddenly Johnny was kissing me, deeply &
passionately.

"I'll be there!" he whispered.


I found out later that he had never done anything more than jack-off with a
friend before.  He told me he had daydreamed alot, and when he saw me in the
store, he waited for an opportunity, and just hoped!  I still love his
nipples, regularly!