from Studs BBS (415) 495 - 2929 THE FITTING Written for Pink Triangle by Steve Jenkins Johnny was 16, just left school and he had just got his first offer of a job interview. The morning his invitation arrived, his Mum took him to the High Street tailor to have him fitted for a new suit. He was really embarrassed at being dragged there by his mother! And in the shop, the way she kept talking about his waist, legs, and "so on" during the fitting put him in such a foul mood that the fitter suggested to his Mum that maybe they should do this another time. Johnny changed back into his jeans, angrily. But when he came out of the fitting room, his mother's attitude had changed completely! She told him she was sorry, she should have realised he was 16 now and she was treating him like a child. She told him to stay on at the shop on his own and get whatever he wanted ... the nice man would help him, and listen to him, doing whatever he asked. When his Mum had left the shop, Johnny asked the assistant, who introduced himself as Paul, if he had said something to make his Mum see sense. Paul smiled and put his arm on Johnny's shoulder. "Yes it happens all the time. I just spoke nicely to your Mum and convinced her it would be much better if she let you and me do this, together." Paul seemed quite a nice bloke, thought Johnny. He would be about 19 - not that much older than himself. A bit like the older brother he had never had, really! Paul was a nice looking lad ... slim, with a neat flat top haircut, cut very short at the back and sides. And although he was wearing a smart, well-pressed suit (a requirement of the job, thought Johnny), Johnny could identify with him almost as a mate ... like some of the class-mates he had so recently left at school. It was a weird feeling, but Johnny felt, somehow, safe and secure in Paul's company. Paul walked Johnny to the fitting room and quietly told him to strip down to his underpants so he could get really good measurements. Johnny stood in his boxer shorts as Paul ran the tape measure up his legs, around his chest, down his arms, around his neck, and around his hips. It was a nice, warm feeling - being so close to Paul - just the two young lads together in the tiny fitting room. Paul was touching Johnny gently as he measured him, and explaining all about fitting clothes. Johnny liked the attention, and his dick hardened a bit to show it! But Paul didn't seem to notice ... Johnny was really enjoying it ... and when Paul asked him how big his dick was, for some strange reason he didn't find that an odd question! In fact it seemed perfectly natural at the time ... Johnny replied that he didn't know exactly - he had never measured it. Paul said something about allowing plenty of room for growth since all lads of Johnny's age got hard day and night. Johnny pulled down his boxer shorts a bit and let Paul measure, with his tape, first around his balls, then the length, and thickness of his now rock-hard dick. Paul complimented him and then said he would return in a second, and to stay just like that. Johnny looked at his naked body in the mirror; he couldn't resist putting his hand on his dick, and giving it a few strokes. Paul re-entered, holding several pieces of clothing ... and said they had a problem. He quickly bolted the door of the fitting room, then stood close up behind Johnny and reached around his waist. As Johnny watched himself in the mirror, Paul took command of Johnny's aroused state and started wanking him off ... first slowly, then gradually building up in speed. Johnny heard the faint sound of Paul's zip opening behind him, then felt Paul's hard-on pressing between the cheeks of his bare bum as he was helplessly being wanked to his climax. He could see Paul in the mirror, his head just poking over his own shoulder - both their red, flushed faces side by side grinning at each other in the mirror. And he could feel Paul's panting, hot breath blowing against his left ear. It was a brilliant feeling! Paul's pelvis started making violent thrusts against Johnny's naked buttocks, the tip of his knob pressing in and out against the lad's tight ring. He felt Paul's tongue licking his neck and couldn't hold back any longer - Johnny's hot, steaming load spurted out in great white globs, all over the mirror! He didn't mind about the warm, wet feeling of Paul's spunk, seeping down between the cheeks of his arse and down his leg. In fact he was even more turned on by that experience. The mirror started to steam up! Johnny apologised, somewhat sheepishly, for making a mess, but Paul told him it was quite natural and all the young lads did that. Paul dressed, fitted, and patted Johnny's arse as he went about his work. By the time lunchtime arrived, Johnny had bought all the clothes he needed for his interview ... and had become quite fond of Paul. As he walked home, Johnny's dick grew hard again, thinking about calling round to Paul's house the next night to try on all the finished clothing. Paul had said that Johnny should try the new clothing in various positions to make sure it fitted well - no matter was he was doing, or what someone was doing to him! That night as Johnny was tucked up in bed, sliding a carrot up his arse and wanking furiously, he hoped that what HE had in mind, Paul had in mind too. And most of all, he hoped it would be a tight fitting!