Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2013 12:31:40 -0400 (EDT)
From: GIDUPGO@aol.com
Subject: Shopping for a suit

My name is Douglas. I am 5' 11", weigh in at 165 lbs., have a very buff
body, 44" chest tapering down to a 34" waist, with killer abs. At least, that
is  what I have been told. I keep my body in shape by working out a minimum
of three  times a week, including jogging several miles. All of this has
paid off. I have  dark brown hair with hazel eyes. I am fairly good looking,
even if I do say so  myself. I have been told I should be in modeling, but
have never done anything  about it. I live in Mpls., MN or did until a few
years ago. This story is what  happened to me on one of my lunch hours. Oh, did
I mention I have a very  impressive piece of equipment down below, 12.5" of
prime meat with large eggs to  match. I keep my body except for my pubes,
cock and balls completely hair  free. My partner loves it.

Downtown, there was a men's clothing store called Brown's Clothing Store.
It was strictly men's wear, socks, shoes, underwear, shirts, ties, slacks,
suits, anything a man would need. It was conveniently located  just a
couple of blocks from where I worked.

One summer day I walked over to the store to purchase a new suit. I was
working with the manager of the store when somebody else came in, so he turned
 me over to one of the other clerks. He was a cute young blonde with steel
blue  eyes that just looked deep into your eyes. From what I could see, he
was pretty  well built also.

We started out with him taking measurement's for the jacket. I took off my
sports coat so he could measure the neck, chest, sleeves and length of the
jacket. As he measured my chest, he let his fingers glide across my
nipples.  Even though I had a shirt on, I jumped a little bit, it felt good, like a
 electric shock passing between us. My nipples responded immediately,
getting  stiff and standing up right away. He made one more pass, "just to make
sure the  measurement is right", he said. I didn't reply.

Next, it was time to measure for the trousers. He measured my waist,
getting real close to my crotch with his nose, and then wanted to measure the
length. He asked if I would be more comfortable if we went into one of the
fitting rooms where I could take my slacks off and he could better measure the
 length of the inseam. I agreed, so he led the way to the fitting room,
which I  noticed was in a far corner of the store and was also larger than the
other  fitting rooms. There was a bench all around the interior, and a small
stool  under the bench.

He asked me to take off my trousers, which I did. I was wearing boxers
underneath. He tsk, tsk'd a couple of times, told me that in order to get a
accurate measure of my inseam, I would need to remove the boxers and please
step  up on the stool. I obliged him and watched his eyes pop out of his head
as my  cock and balls were revealed in all their masculine glory.

He slowly slid his hand up the inside of my thigh with the tape measure,
heading for the point where both legs came together. This produced the
expected  result, my cock started to raise and swell to it's full 12.5". I knew
what he  was trying to do. He finally told me that my inseam was 32". I could
have told  him that without the tape measure.

He looked at my meat and licked his lips. "You want it, don't you" I said.
"Yes, please" was his reply. "I have never seen anything so huge or
gorgeous  before."

I looked at my watch, plenty of time before I had to go back to work. "It's
 all yours, buddy" I said. With that, he took my cock in his hands, opened
his  mouth and attempted to swallow it. "Easy there, buddy" I said, "you
have to get  used to the size of it before you can take it all." After a few
attempts to get  his mouth completely around my cock, he finally made it. Then
the good stuff, he  started to suck my cock like there was no tomorrow. I
could feel my balls  tightening up close to my body and knew that I was going
to cum at any moment,  and I also knew that it was going to be a good sized
load. I grabbed his head by  his hair and stopped him for a moment. He
looked up at me with a question in his  eyes. I just whispered, "slow down, I am
almost ready to deliver a load to you."  He smiled, as much as he could
with my cock in his mouth and proceeded to suck  my cock, moving a little
slower and more deliberately. His tongue was circling  the corona on the head of
my cock, and he was holding my balls in his hand,  lightly massaging them.

Finally, after about ten minutes of that, I drew my cock out of his mouth
and then shoved it all the way down his throat and shot my seed down his
throat.  His mouth was at my pubes and I pulled his head all the way in and
held it there  until I had completely unloaded my sperm into him. When I was
done, I withdrew  from his mouth and he cleaned my cock off with his tongue.
He looked up at me  and said "Thanks."  "Anytime, buddy, anytime" was my
reply.

I got dressed, he cleaned my sperm from his lips, gave me a deep kiss and
we left the room. As I was getting ready to leave, he told me the suit would
be  ready in a couple of days, so I should come back for a final fitting. I
told him  that was fine with me.

Two days later, I was back at the store for my fitting. I spotted my buddy
friend and let him know I was there for the final fitting. He went to the
back  room and came out with my suit and we headed for the corner fitting
room again.

Once we were inside, he asked me to take off my jacket and trousers so I
could try on the new suit. I did that and then, before I could put anything
on,  he unbuttoned my shirt and started feeling my chest and abs. Of course,
once  again my nipples responded and he started to finger them, giving them
little  twists and pinches, finally lowering his mouth to suck on them and
chew on them  a little. By this time, my cock was up and ready to go also.

He pulled my boxers off and proceeded to suck on my cock again. This time,
instead of playing with my balls as he had a couple of days ago, he was
gliding  up and down my inner thighs with his fingers, and slowly but surely,
getting  around to my crack. Before I could say anything, he was fingering my
anus. He  brought one hand back and stuck it in his mouth, getting it wet
with spit and  then went back and I felt him entering my anus. Instinctively,
my muscles  tightened around his finger. He told me to relax. I tried and
then a second  finger was in with the first. He found my love button
(prostate gland) and while  exercising his tongue on my cock, was giving my love
button a work out. Needless  to say, it was just a couple minutes before I
started unloading another load of  my sperm down his throat. I held his head
right into my pubes until I was done  and then let him go.

He finally came up for air and thanked me with a huge grin and another
kiss. Then we got down to the business of trying on my new suit. It was a
perfect fit, which I congratulated him on. He said he was sorry, because then I
wouldn't be coming in to the store anymore. I assured him that I would be
back,  because I needed other suits also, and each one of them had to fit
just  perfectly.

I did go back to the store several times over the next three years or so to
 get a new suit, whether I needed it or not, just to get the "lunch hour
special"  from my buddy there. He delivered the goods every time, or maybe it
was I  delivering the goods. Anyway, he was and is the only one that has
been able to  take my "foot long plus" all the way down his throat and give the
kind of blow  job I like.