Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2003 16:10:36 -0700
From: Tony Hawkins <tonytig@hotmail.com>
Cc: tonytig@shaw.ca
Subject: Tailor's Boy (chapter 2)

The enclosed is submitted for the adult/youth section under the author's
name "Tony Hoskins" and listing this email address for responses.   Thank
you.

The Tailor's Boy (chapter 2)

When the boy came to work on the sunday, Harry said he was going to be busy
in his cutting- room and  Donny was put to work,helping Ralph, the tailor's
assistant to unpack new shipments and stock the shelves and drawers and
learn how to quickly identify sizes and styles of different sports uniforms.
Ralph was 17 and just starting his apprenticeship. He was friendly and got
on well with the 13 year-old right from the start being in roughly the same
age group albeit very different in their respective developement.Ralph was
blond,chunky and unbeknownst to Donny a boy lover himself.


Harry had several contracts to outfit local boys' sports teams and the best
part of Ralph's job was assisting the tailor in outfitting the youths in
their official kit which had led to several episodes of mutual masturbation
in the fitting room under Harry's delighted eyes.  Even if the very subtle
advances had been resisted and the coercion ceased at once, Ralph had
secretly enjoyed a certain delicious  visceral warmth   at seeing many a
young boy's embarrassment and blushes at his nudity and the feel of Harry's
and Ralph's  roving hands over their inner thighs under the pretext of
measuring and fitting their little shorts and briefs.

At lunchtime Harry sent the boy out for junk food while he had a talk with
Ralph explaining what he had in mind for both the near and more distant
future.Ralph showed himself to be all too eager in helping to develope the
plan and when Donny got back, the three of them sat around the office at the
back enjoying burgers and cokes. Harry told them that he had a great chance
to increase his business by bidding on some clothing contracts the movie
industry was ready to issue. There was a local panel of  experts in design
and showbusiness costuming, contracted to assess submissions. They had given
him a list of  scenarios for various movies the moviemakers had in mind and
ideas for the types of costumes they would require.

The first on which he proposed to start that very day, was a huge epic on
the rule of Caligula,probably the most cruel and ruthless of the long line
of emperors  prior to the formation of the Republic. He had made some
sketches of young men and boys in the clothing of the time and required both
boys to model for him as he progressed.  He took them to his huge workshop
behind the office and stockroom which was filled with several hitech sewing
machines, racks of cloth bolts in many colours and materials as well as all
the other paraphernalia of a clothier's trade.


Harry told the boys that he wanted them to do a massive cleanup job on the
workroom and cutting room and that he was going to consult with a historian
on the details of the clothing of that era as no mistakes could be tolerated
such as happened in 'Ben Hur' where a chariot driver was seen to be wearing
a wristwatch. He said he would be gone for a couple of hours.

Ralph told the boy to start putting the many bolts of cloth lying around
back into storage and stared unashamedly at his smooth lithe legs,bare in
corduroy shorts, as he climbed and descended the long ladder to the high
shelves.  "Here, I'd better make sure you're safe" he said as Donny
struggled up the steps with a heavy bolt of linen.  He moved quickly to the
bottom of the ladder and pressed both his palms onto the backs of the kid's
thighs and looked up.  He alone knew that those very shorts had been
designed and made by Harry at the local scoutmaster's request with short
wide legs that had caused some snide remarks by the boys themselves and even
the odd parent's protest.

As Don leaned forward against the ladder, pushing the cloth bolt into the
back of the shelf, the back legs of the shorts were wide open to show the
round curves of his bum and the inviting gap of thighs leading right up to
the much washed and loose white briefs of the inside of his crotch. Ralph
caught a glimpse of the boys balls  hanging loosely in the thin cotton and
his mouth literally watered as his hands boldly slid further up until his
thumbs were right in the vee of the legs and his hands were softly cupping
the gentle but stiffening curves of both buttocks.

Don jumped involuntarily,almost falling off the ladder;his neuroreceptors
instantly reacting as nature intended them to and he suddenly froze not
knowing what to do. He started down the ladder step by step,his bending legs
giving further range to Ralph's hands until  he had reached the third step
when they were removed and Ralph told him to stop and turn around. He did so
and found himself
looking down on Ralph's head which in one slow movement buried itself in the
warm front of his shorts as his hands again encircled the boys thighs,  slid
upthe back of  the outer shorts and right inside the inner ones to hold and
slightly pull apart the warm cheeks.

Don had to hold on to the back of the ladder to stop himslf falling
forward.While surprised at the older boy's lightning intrusion he was
thrilled by it; the touch of a probing finger between his bumcheeks as well
as the warm face in his crotch had instantly triggered a huge erection in
his five-inch prick which Ralph could feel like a shaft of steel through the
soft layers of clothing.  He gently unsnapped the catch of the shorts, heard
the quiet buzz of the zipper and let them slide down down the bare legs.
Don's briefs were well worn,the legs loose from many washings;  the elastic
of the legs had long ago given up the fight to make any sort of a pouch and
the worn material seemed about to tear with the pressure of the rod therein
which had already started to leak a few drops of a boy's clear preseminal
fluid right through the thin cotton.

Ralph almost regretfully put his hands on the waistband of the briefs and
slowly,slowly pulled them down.He wanted the moment to last as long as
possible. He had noticed the boy in school three years earlier but
considered him to be too young to be really interesting when only ten years
old but things were certainly different now. He hoped so badly that the boy,
now 13, was capable of producing a substantial amount of real viscous creamy
and not clear boy spunk for his enjoyment.

Don closed his eyes,he hadn't jerked off with another boy for months nor had
he wanked in bed for over a week; to have someone else do it was going to be
heaven. He waited for Ralph's gentle or even rough hand to give his
throbbing prick the very few pulls it would need to produce what he
privately called his 'dreamfeeling'.
He suddenly felt an incredibly warm wet sensation in his groin and opened
his eyes to see the top of Ralph's blond head hiding his prick completely
and was staggered to realise that it was his whole mouth and not a hand that
had totally encased his fully erect and throbbing member.

Ralph was in heaven;he started moving his mouth, oh so slowly, to and fro
over almost the whole five inches of the warm flesh; his hands behind had
opened the kid's bumcheeks as far apart as they would go; his sweat from the
exercise of the ladder climbing had provided some moisture which lubricated
his probing finger which he started to thrust gently into the young cavity.
He carefully kept it in time with his head's movement up and down the boy's
shaft where his long foreskin had been thrust right back at his mouth's
initial engulfing.  With only four more sightly  faster movements he felt
Don go into a giant convulsion as four hot full gouts of lovely sticky
boycream gushed onto his tongue.

The 13 year-old felt as if his knees had turned to water and had to hold
tightly onto the sides of the ladder.Ralph remained absolutely dead still
for over a minute feeling the last weak pulse of a final seeping before he
opened and removed his mouth from the dripping teenage prick,his tongue
carefully moving its salty contents around to coat the inside of his mouth
completely before swallowing the rest.  Donny from above stared down at his
now flaccid prick hanging limply  with a last pearl of his sperm slowly
exuding from the end of his inch-long foreskin.

Ralph helped the boy carefully down the rest of the ladder as his shorts and
undies were still down around his ankles.He quietly pulled his own zipper
down and letting his long curved seven-inch member spring free, held the boy
tightly to him thrusting it between his warm thighs and sensing Donny's
still dripping pubes on his lower stomach. He held the boy's face close to
his own, the mouth still open with wonder. He kissed him suddenly
forcefully thrusting his tongue inside before Donny could close his lips
together in surprise and shock.

Ralph was instantly overwhelmed with the realisation that this was the boy's
first-ever kiss and the raping of that tiny bit of his virginity along with
six quick thrusts of his hips brough an orgasm that never seemed to stop.
The boy for his part had felt something hot and hard, ram it's way almost
entirely but not quite through his now tightly clamped thighs.Before he
could register what was really happening,he felt hot rivers of Ralph's
long-accumulated spunk pouring down the insides of his legs far enough, to
find a little later, that  they had made thick white pools in his shorts and
undies which still lay around his ankles.

Before the messy and laborious process of cleaning up began, both teenagers
stood there for a long minute.The young boy dizzy from the whole sudden
surprise adventure and the older with several thoughts running through his
mind.... He had  enjoyed what seemed like the best cum of his life ; the kid
apparently had  too;  it certainly would happen again and above all, he had
succeeded in his,the first part of the mission.......Harry would be pleased.

Even Ralph was unaware that behind an innocuous looking full-legth mirror,
typically common in any tailoring establichment, a video camera in a tiny
alcove had silently noted everything in it's all-seeing eye.

(I was staggered at the huge response that  chapter 1 generated since,after
publication,I kicked myself for such a sloppy piece of work, so bad that I
even forgot my manners and thanks to Ken James for his consistent support. I
have and will try to include many ideas and suggestions readers gave me. My
thanks also to them and I am still open to comments and, being human and
vain, kudos,if any)