Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2018 19:34:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Harry Kearns <afoolishringmaster@aol.com>
Subject: The Kid and the Suit Maker

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"The kid and the Suit Maker"

By HJK_IV

Yes this is a true encounter. This happened around 1981 - 1982. I was 10
years old at the time. I do not condone Adult/Child relationships. However
what happened did happen and I was more or less the instigator and the Suit
Maker complied. These were the times when the first public commercials
telling kids to report pedophiles and sexual abusers to the police
("Stranger Danger" and "Don't touch where the bathing suit covers" were the
two most common themes). Now I will tell you that there were worse
"predators" in the mall than the Suit Maker was alleged to be an I will get
to this as well. Also my Grandfather "fancied" me. TV programs that catered
to kids had their own "sexual predator " episodes that were stupid, vapid
and had no value to a mall rat like me. So without further ado...

My father just finished with the Army and we were moving back to my parents
hometown. I was looking forward to no longer melting in the Georgia sun and
humidity. My father was working full time and going to school to be a HVAC
guy. My mother just picked up a job at an optometrist's store in the
mall. She'd always worked 12 hours on a Saturday and 7 hours on a Sunday
and whatever shifts she could pick up during the week. My parents were
alcoholics and fought and bickered all the time. When I wasn't in the mall
I normally grabbed my bike and did my own thing as long as I got back by
6pm for dinner or I got nothing. I kinda marched to the beat of my own
drum.

So any day my older brother and I had to kill time at the mall so we
weren't under my mother's foot, we were given $5 each to stretch the
day. We'd have lunch with my mother either at Friendly's or grabbed some
pizza. These were the days that Arcades were far superior than the home
systems. Being a lefty was the first time I didn't feel dominated in a
right handed world. And that allowed me to be one of the best video game/
pinball players in town. But alas you only have so many quarters and too
much time to kill. My brother and I never got along so we would always go
our separate ways.

Now since the Arcade Manager knew I wasn't a troublemaker but had the haunt
the mall til closing, he took me under his wing. He didn't give me free
games or anything, but he'd teach me repairs 101. I'd strip and re-wax
pinball machines for fair play, adjust the tilt meters so no one would
damage them.  Fix coin mechanisms so no coins got jammed and help move
around the cabinets to provide a new look. It was one of these mornings
that we would chat.

"Hey kid, can we talk about something important?"

"Sure man. What's up?" I asked.

"I know you don't hang out all day and night and probably wander in and out
of the stores. But there are men and workers that might fancy you in a bad
way."

"I'm not sure what you mean?" I said.

"Promise me you stay away from the two high end salons. Those gay men have
a bad habit of offering drugs or lacing the water with a sedative to entice
young lads like you."

"Okay sure. But why haven't they been arrested or kicked out of the mall?"
I asked.

"The current laws on the books doesn't give a lot of credence for children
reporting on adults. If you avoid them, then there's no worries." he
answered.

The conversation died, the arcade was getting fuller and I wanted to
conserve my money for the afternoon and evening time. I wandered over to
Sears. There were a couple of men and women whom if they ever saw me would
wave and if they weren't too busy with customers I'd chat with them. I've
been taught from an early age to respect my elders and the dialogue was
more riveting than kids my age. But they were busy so I left.

I walked into the Suit Maker's shop. This gentleman dressed like a dandy
every time I saw him. I think the name of the store was like "Foxx's Suit
Emporium". The storefront had two golden foxes dressed in a red suit, top
hat and sporting a diamond tip cane. It had a European feel to the
place. No way in hades that I could afford his fine wares. However he made
kid suits by hand. So the boy mannequins stood out to my mind. He was an
older gent, in his 60's. He was a pipe smoker and a chain smoker by the
yellowed teeth when he smiled. Most of the time it was just a "hello" and
really no small talk. I never dallied there long. I'd check out the
handkerchiefs and accessories but there was always a certain magnetism to
the place compared to the other stores in the mall.

Sometimes I would kill time at Radio Shack. They had an Atari and
Intellivision hooked up so you could play games until you were shooed out
of the store. Waldenbooks was more or less my personal library and the
female store manager knew my mother well so as long as I behaved she didn't
mind me around. I was kind of her adopted grandson. She loved spoiling me
with chocolate and candy. The two salons were upscale and located upstairs
next to Macy's. Macy's employees didn't want me hanging around at all so I
was normally nowhere near that section of the mall. The challenge was going
to the bathroom. I was only allowed to use the two public restrooms and was
"pee-shy" big time. These were the only times I ever encounter the "salon
people". And my ears would prick and my face would reddened when they would
describe me as "delicious". This 4' 10" stick figure of a kid with jet
black with all leg and no ass would try to escape as soon as possible so
nothing further would happen.

Fast forward to Thanksgiving break. My mother got an offer to work overtime
on Black Friday. The arcade was jammed packed so I avoided that. Almost all
my hangouts were overfilled with Christmas shoppers so I wandered back into
the Suit Maker's shop which was rather quiet. It seemed odd, however his
high-end wares must of covered the rent so I poked my head in.

"Well hello my fine young chap. How are you today?"

This was the most words he ever spoken to me. I was frozen like a deer in
the headlights stunned.

"Cat got your tongue laddie?" He asked.

"Oh sorry, mister. It's just so packed in the other stores and I've always
found your stuff so cool. But no way my parents can afford it." I answered
rather meekly. "I promise that I won't touch or damage your fine suits."

He chuckles. "I know you're a good kid. Would you be interested it trying
on a boy's suit and accessories to see how it looks on you?"

"I should probably ask my mom first. She works just a couple of stores down
from you at the optometrist's shop." I squeaked.

"Then do so. It wouldn't be right without your parent's permission." He
replied.

So I left the store and my mom was knee deep in customers. I knew if I'd
ask she'd say "no" and the arcade manager was too busy with kids being
dumped off so mommy and daddy can shop. He didn't mention this gentleman
and there was really nowhere else to go. I played a game of pinball and
after 20 minutes I clicked in my initials for a top score. I headed back to
the shop.

He was packing a gentleman's suit. The assistant whom I've never seen
before had this look like I didn't belong. I was about to turn and leave
when the dapper gent said to the assistant, "Leave the boy be, he's here on
appointment." I waited patiently for the transaction to finish and the Suit
Maker motioned me towards the back of the store. I walked by the private
sizing rooms and entered the back room which was his workstation. His
latest works of kid suits were in various stages of completion. I will
admit the hairs on the back of the neck rose and I was wondering what I got
myself into.

"So did you get your mother's permission?"

"Uh no. She's so busy and the arcade manager never thought you were a
danger like others in the mall." I answered.

"Well my boy. You're the same height and waistline as my boy
mannequins. I'd just finished a suit. Would you like to try it on for me?"

"OK. But I know nothing about suits. I only get blazers and slacks from
Sears. You know the `Whinnie the Pooh' collection?"

He laughed. "I understand son. How about you strip off your sweatshirt,
shirt and jeans and try this on for me please?"

"In front of you?" My voice went up an octave and my mind was telling me to
run away.

"No my lad, use the changing room. The one closest to the workshop. I'll
get you a proper t-shirt and I'll get you some dress socks and shoes as
well." He said.

So I went through the curtain. He tapped on the outside wood panel and
handed me my new kit with this hunter green jacket and slacks. The t-shirt
came with this off-white dress shirt. The tie and socks were like a
burgundy color. I stripped down to my tightly-whitties and looked at myself
in the mirror. I was a wiry kid who couldn't put on any muscle definition
at all. I was hyper metabolic, so no matter how much or how little I ate, I
couldn't put a pound on me to save my life. I still haven't reached
"puberty " (it didn't happen until I was 13) and my 3" cut cock was trying
to escape from my fly. I put on the silky socks first, and then the
undershirt which made my nipples erect. Then the dress shirt, slacks, and
jacket. The slacks were a little loose. But gazing in the mirror it was
like I was a different person. I felt "royal" like the foxes out front. I
peeked out and said I was ready.

"You look magnificent!" He beamed.

"Uh, I don't know how to tie a tie and the slacks are a bit loose. Plus I
need the shoes please?"

So we went back to the workstation. He does belts the old fashioned way by
tape measuring my waist. Which of course that meant brushing against my
boner. I didn't think he was coping a feel. Just the normal course of the
work. I put on the belt and the tan color made me look sharp. He then
produced three pairs of tan shoes for me to try on. Sadly my small fat feet
weren't a fit so we abandoned that part of the equation. As for the tie, he
stood up and got behind me and tied a Windsor knot. I could feel his warm
breath giving me the tingles all over my body.

"You look amazing my boy! Way better than my displays." The tone of his
voice felt genuine.

"Dare I ask how much this would cost?"

"$450 my boy."

"No way I could afford it mister."

"Relax my boy. How about we make a deal?"

"Ok?"

"If you let me take photos of you, I want to display them out front to
entice more customers. I'm willing to pay you $10 per display. And after a
year I will hand make you a suit for free."

Now I'm in a moral quandary. I didn't get permission; my mom would freak
out, let alone ground me. I couldn't think it through. So I replied, "Can
my mother and I stop over after the mall closes? I think I can trust you,
but I really need her permission."

"Of course, as it should be." I undressed and got back into my regular
clothes. I hung out at the arcade and played video games until 15 minutes
til closing. When I went to the optometrist's shop my brother was already
there and looked "different". His eyes were glazed over and he reeked of
something I'd come to know later was pot. So I had no choice but to ask my
mother in front of him.

"Mom?"

"Yes son?"

"You know the Suit Maker two doors down?" She nodded in the affirmative,
"Well he was wondering if I could try on some boy's suits and he takes
photos of me for his displays. He wants to pay me $10 per display and after
a year he would give me a handmade suit for free."

The look on her face told me that I had no shot. But luckily my brother was
in deep trouble. So after thinking it over she replied, "Ok, if he's still
there I'll talk to him alone. I won't promise you anything, but if he
respects you that much, I'll allow it."

She closes the front gate. My brother and I were starting shit as
usual. But he seems odder than normal. After ten minutes she raises the
gate and we head out to the car.

"I will let you do this. But I want to be there for the first photo shoot
just to make sure nothing funny goes on. Whose idea was it? Yours or his?"

"It was him mom. There's no way we could afford that type of clothing."

"Well next weekend I'll be accompanying you during lunch. If it's as both
of you say, I'll allow it. Make sure your father doesn't know."

"But how do I explain the new suit?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there."

It was the longest week ever. I hate school. I hate being forced to sit
down at 45 minute intervals. But if I misbehaved I have no shot of doing
this. Saturday finally comes around. I spent the first hour working with
the arcade manager doing normal routine stuff. My brother's punishment was
to work with my dad on service calls. So when noontime hit, my mother and I
went to the shop. The assistant ushered us to the back room. The dandy
greeted us and had the suit ready for a fitting. He handed my mother a $10
bill and had me go to the changing room sans tie and had the right size
shoes for me. I changed into the suit and looked at myself in the mirror
and stepped out.

"Honey! You look stunning! You do amazing work sir." My mother beamed.

"So is it ok ma'am?" The Suit Maker asks.

"Well as for the money it will be two fives. That way half of it goes to
his savings account. I trust you not to harm him or make him feel
uncomfortable. And when next Black Friday comes, I expect your best work
for him."

"Well boy? Do we three have a deal?"

"Yes sir. You're the boss." I said and they laughed.

So two weeks before Christmas the first photo of me was on display. It did
bring in more onlookers but it didn't exactly bring in more sales. During
my Christmas break we did two more photo sessions without my mother
present. I was spending more and more time with him chatting on little
things. He was also teaching me style and etiquette. He said he was from
Los Angeles originally but came to live and run his shop in NY because it
was cheaper. I was more comfortable undressing right in front of him. What
also helped was that there was a buzzer at the register to let the Suit
Maker know that someone was coming back there. All he had to do was shut
the back room door for privacy and I wouldn't be exposed.

Things changed on the fourth photo shoot. Prior to visiting the shop, I
found my brother hanging out at the salons more often. He was getting
stoned more and more often. He wanted to introduce me to his "uncles". I
pulled him out of the store and warned him like the arcade manager told
me. I was rewarded with a punch in the gut and he went back into the
salon. I told my mother what happened and she told her boss that she was
done for the day. She told me that she would fetch me in a couple of hours.
She knew the Suit Maker's phone number and told me to stay there until I
heard from her. I guess she grabbed my brother with a strength a mother
would only have.

I walked into the Suit Maker's shop white faced. He asks me what's wrong
and I told him. The phone rang and he spoke to my mother briefly. He then
tells the assistant mind the store until the situation was resolved. We
both came into the back room. I further explained what happened.

"What do you know about sex, son?" He asked

"Nothing other than the movies on HBO. Sex Ed doesn't happen til 6th
grade. What's going on?"

"Well you know your father and mother had sex to create you and your
brother?" I nodded. "There's another form of sex called homosexuality which
is between two men. Usually they are referred as `gays or fags' which is
still considered illegal in most states. Even worse there are some men
whether they are straight or gay called `pedophiles'. And it's wrong and a
horrific thing to do with boys" he said. It took me a few minutes for it to
sink in.

"So are they all pedo's in the salon?" I asked.

"Probably not my son. But listening to the arcade manager kept you out of
harm's way unlike your brother."

"So what's gonna happen?"

"I don't know. It's up to your parents."

Two days later the police raided the salon. It turns out there was 2 pounds
of weed and 4 bottles of prescription sedatives. My brother wouldn't
testify so the molestation charges were dropped but the two men faced hard
time with drug possession and attempted sales. The Rockefeller drug laws
were swift and severe. My brother wasn't allowed in the mall unsupervised
ever again. I was still allowed when my mother worked. The arcade manager
got promoted and the new guy wasn't as friendly so I only played
games. With Spring and Summer I was playing baseball and was spending more
time at my grandparent's house. I didn't pop back in the mall until I
turned 11. On my birthday my grandfather had sex with me (this will be a
separate series cause you know it's a tad bit complicated). I had my first
dry orgasm, blow job, and learned how to French kiss. Also there were a
couple of girls that were infatuated and I was feeling uncomfortable from
both sides of the aisle.



Around Halloween the Suit Maker got permission from my mother to spend the
weekend on an outdoor photo shoot. The Suit Maker had a house on the other
side of town. His house was on five acres and cannot be seen from the main
drag. It was a typical farm house from a time long forgotten. When I went
inside I marveled at the neat antiques that was all over the place. He had
a wall of male models from ages 6 to 60 in various poses and states of
undress. I asked him if he could teach me photography. He said maybe one
day but we have more important work to do. I was a year older, and now 5'3"
and 100lbs soak and wet. My cock grew an inch and was a little
thicker. Since it was fall he picked out two corduroy suits and appropriate
gear. He had me leaning against the house and took photos of me. I was in
various poses that satisfied his "camera eye". He would compliment on how
malleable I was. Once the sun started to set, I was feeling sexually
charged by older men. And I was lusting for the Suit Maker more than my
Grandfather. I also noticed he was getting hard during the photo shoot.

"Um sir? May I ask you a question?"

"Yes my boy. You may ask?"

"Are you gay?"

"I was wondering when you'd ask that question since the recent events that
have transpired. I was married for 25 years and have kids and
grandkids. When my wife died, I found men that put the starch back in my
stockings. The assistant and I have been lovers over the last two years."
He replied.

"Well sir. Don't be mad at me but I kind of fancy you as well."

His face went ashen. I thought I literally killed him on the spot. But he
then regained his composure.

"Why would you lust for an old man like me?"

I proceeded to tell him what has transpired between my grandfather and I. I
also told him that my parents drink all the time and my grandparent's house
is only where I find peace, love and affection. I also told him about the
two girls that have a crush on me and I felt the same way. The girls and I
only kissed and nothing further has happened for fear of being castrated by
their parents respectfully. I told him I didn't "feel gay" but the
strength, warmth and passion my grandfather provided is the same way I felt
about him.

"Son. We can't do this. It's morally wrong. I'd betray your mother's trust
and I could land in jail." He said. But his cock said differently.

"Is your boyfriend closing the store tonight?"

"Yes"

"I want to kiss you and snuggle you. We don't need our cocks involved. I'm
so confused and lonely. There's no one I can talk to about this. Even more,
how am I to display proper affection to the men I adore?"

We stood silently for a good ten minutes. He then made up his mind. He led
me to the bathroom and started the shower. Once the temperature was right
we both stripped in front of each other. He's 5'9" with salt and pepper
hair, pits, chest, and crotch. His cock was ginormous to an 11 year
old. Could of been 9" for all I know. It was hard and had a bulbous
mushroom head on top. He was leaking pre-cum already. He led me in
first. He grabs a washcloth and soaps my neck to my crotch. At my cock he
made circular motions with the washcloth and I was moaning and groaning to
the attention I've never felt before. He then soaps my back, legs and
ass. Once he rinsed me off, we tongue kissed and I was in total bliss. I
took the washcloth and did the same thing to him except when I rinsed his
cock I started to suck on it for a couple of minutes. He was holding on to
the shower rod and moaning his appreciation of my efforts. I started to
clean his back and ass. I noticed how loose he was at the rosebud.

After toweling each other off. He leads me to the bedroom. I push him down
and he was propped up at the headboard. I ran my tongue on his nipples
while he was lightly tracing circles on the small of my back. I then I took
as much as I could of his 9" sea monster. After like 5 minutes he tells me,
"I gonna blow!" Are you ready!"

`I've never swallowed before!" I gasped.

"It's ok, take me to the finish line!"

Two minutes of jerking of rewarded me with him spurting 4 long ropes of
semen. He was breathing heavily but if felt sensual. I grabbed a washcloth
to clean him up. When he regained his senses and told me it was my turn for
pleasure.

He has me lay on my tummy. He nibbles and blows into my ear. My mind was
going a million miles and hour to the newly discovered sensations. Then he
whets his finger and trace it down my spine to my asscrack. I was squirming
with glee. He leaves my rosebud alone. He gently gets off of me. We
switched positions and kissed some more. He whets his finger again and
trace my nipples and then consumes my 4" inch flagpole. I couldn't stay
still, it was that intense to me. My toes curling up and felt this most
painful, euphoric, dry orgasm that left me dazed and confused. He left me
heaving on his soft furry chest. We must of dozed for a bit. All of a
sudden he heard a car pull up.

"Oh shit! Kid you better get dressed now!" He stammered.

I quickly put my clothes on. He did the same. By the time the boyfriend
opened the door, the Suit Maker was on the couch and I was sitting on the
chair.

"Honey. How did the photo shoot go?"

"It went great! I should have the negatives developed by next week. We'll
have it just in time for Black Friday. I'm taking him to the college campus
tomorrow for the rest of the shoot."

The boyfriend sensed something was off. Our auras told him the truth be he
did not mention it. We sat down for some ice cream. I was flat out
exhausted like the dandy. I slept alone in the adjoining bedroom. I could
hear the soft sounds of crying and an argument. I was feeling horrible
inside.

The following day it poured. The shoot was cancelled. The dandy drove me
home. It was a silent ride back. Before I got out of the car he whispered,
"It's alright but this could never happen again."

"I'm sorry sir. I started it and I hope your boyfriend isn't mad at you." I
exited the car and went home.

Three weeks later it was Black Friday. I saw the photos of me on display
but it brought me no joy. I entered the shop and the assistant immediately
rang the buzzer. The Suit Maker came out and motioned me to the back
room. He had this English Red Hunting suit ready for me including socks,
shoes, shirt, slacks, and bow tie. I tried it on. I looked magnificent but
the magic was gone. I left the changing room and showed him.

"It's yours. You've earned it."

With a tear in my eye, I replied "I can't take this. I took advantage of
you. Put it on sale for some other boy. I'm sorry for what I've done to
you."

I changed back to my normal clothes. I made my final goodbys and walked
past the assistant. I heard the Suit Maker close his workshop door. My
nerves were raw and I was quite emotional.

Five years later when I was 16 I finally came back to that mall. The store
was gone and it was something else. My love for girls and older men didn't
change. But the lesson I learned I've kept with me for the rest of my
life. What a friendship could of been was gone and I felt alone. However as
they say "when one door closes, another one opens."

The End