Micah recommended several suits in
various styles, and Morgan dutifully tried each one on turning and
twisting as the three of us made suggestions. There was a Navy
Shadow stripe double-breasted that I thought looked particularly good
on
him, but both Micah and Derek objected.
"The double-breasted is one of my favorites, Larry," Micah said. "But,
with the breadth of his shoulders, and the narrowness of his waist,
Morgan looks a little like he is wearing a straight jacket."
"But," I started to say in objection when Derek spoke in support of
Micah's reasons. "I agree with Micah, Larry, that he does look
constricted,
and I like the single-breasted, three-button Mason suit in
the navy color better. It looks more natural, and he would be
able to
wear it with other slacks that would match better than he could with a
double-breasted."
"That's my reasoning," Micah said quickly, glancing at Derek and
smiling appreciatively.
"What do you think, Morgan?" I asked. "You will be wearing the suit,
not us."
"Welllll...,Larry," he started hesitantly, looking at his reflection in
the full length mirror, and making eye contact with us behind
him, "I don't know very much about suits; but I kinda like
the other one, the one with one row of buttons."
"Then the Mason is the one you will get," I said submitting as
gracefully
as I could
to being out voted.
"I think you will see that it is a much better fit after we do the
alterations, Larry," Micah
said soothingly. "Bachrach is our best line, and Mr. Stein is a
whiz at altering a suit so that it appears to have been tailor-made for
its owner."
"I bow to your expertise, Micah," I said. "I am not a tailor."
"There are some things that you may be more expert in than a tailor
is," Micah said in a subdued but, suggestive tone.
>From the smile on Derek's face and the twinkle in his eyes as he
looked at me, I knew he had been right about Micah's being gay and from
the obvious but subtle
inference in Micah's comments, we both understood his meaning.
Breathing in deeply, I said, "you may be right about that."
"I thought that perhaps I was," he replied continuing the game of
words and glancing at Morgan who was standing close by with a blank
look on his face listening intently as we spoke.
"What about shirts and accessories?" Derek asked glancing at me
questioningly, cutting the momentary silence that always followed a
mutual recognition of unspoken facts.
For the first time, I noticed Micah breathe in deeply as he again
glanced at Morgan, saying, "Unless you have a preference as to the
accessories Morgan, Derek
and Larry could make the selections while you and I visit with Mr.
Stein for your fitting."
"I guess that would be okay; I'm not too good at making things match
up;
but Mr. Marks didn't say anything about accessories or whatever it is
you call the stuff you are talking about," Morgan answered, grinning
sheepishly as he admitted his lack of being a Beau Brummel of fashion.
"Damn, D, he's right," I exclaimed softly. "All, Dad said was to
help him pick out a suit."
"And, we've done that," Derek said. "The rest we will talk about
while Micah takes Morgan to be fitted."
"Good, it will speed things along," Micah said quickly. "We
shouldn't be too long, but you should have plenty of time before we
return to browse
through the shirts and whatever other accessories you think will be
needed. I believe you will find an excellent selection of shirts,
shoes, belts and
whatever else you might think is appropriate just
to
the left of the main entrance. You will need a sixteen collar, and
don't forget his arm length is thirty-inches, so I would recommend a
thirty-two length for either a french or button style cuff."
"D," I said as soon as they were out of ear shot. "What do you
mean by 'we will talk about'?
"Larry," Derek said softly. "Don't you remember, I told you at
the bank that there were a few things that I wanted to get since we
were coming here?"
"Yes, I remember that; but you didn't say what things," I replied.
"It is very simple, Larry. When Dad asked us to bring Morgan
here to help him select a new suit, I sort of figured that maybe he
didn't think about other things that Morgan might need," he said
breathing in deeply before continuing. "The suit will be Dad's gift for
Morgan's graduation, and ours will be the accessories, and after
hearing about how he lives, you know as well as I do that he won't have
what he needs to look like he should."
"But...but, I can't aff...," I started to say when Derek put his finger
on my
lips and looked at me, his deep blue eyes glowing with compassion as
he said softly, "Don't say it, Larry, I don't want to hear it now
or ever again. I've told you that what is mine is yours, ours,
both of
ours together, and if you love me as much as I love you, that ends it."
"If we were alone, I'd show you how much I love you," I whispered
softly, my arms aching to hold him close.
"Unfortunately we aren't, but hold the thought until we get home," he
said, whispering softly.
"Oh, I will," I said, breathing in deeply, attempting to suppress the
sudden swelling of my cock.
Glancing down at my crotch and looking at me with a twinkle in his
eyes, he adjusted the impressive bulge in his crotch and growled
sexily, "I won't
let you forget it either."
It was not difficult to see the area of the store that Micah had
directed us to; and, as we were walking, Derek said, "We did settle one
thing, Larry."
"Wha..., oh yeah," I snickered. "You mean Micah.
Didn't you like the sly way he managed to confirm his and our
suspicions?"
"Yes, but, you gave him a perfect opening when you said that stuff
about
bowing to his expertise, and not being a tailor. He jumped right
on that," Derek answered, laughing softly as we walked.
"It was unintentional, but it worked," I said. "I am a little
concerned about Morgan though."
"I wouldn't worry about that, Larry. I don't think Morgan is as
naive as you
let on he might be. He is a big boy, good looking, built like a brick
shit house. and I am sure that you can relate to just how horny a
ninteen-year old can get."
"You should," I said as we reached the shirt and accessories section of
the store.
§
"Damn, D," I exclaimed. "We'll be
until next week
trying to find what Morgan might like in all of this."
"Not really, Larry, he will need at least one white shirt, maybe a
stripe but not a wide stripe, and something in a neutral matching
pastel or light
color," Derek said, gazing over the tables stacked with a mind boggling
array of shirts.
"Well," I said, breathing in deeply, and exhaling in a rush. "It
is a good thing we chose the Navy blue, almost anything can match up
with the suit color and style so long as it does not clash.
Derek did most of the selecting; and, while we had discussions over a
few shirts,
it was not long before we had selected a Willow Stripe and a
White-on-White both with French cuffs. The ties were a different
matter since I was not fond of wearing them, but he picked out several
in a variety of colors and designs that would match Morgan's
suit.
It was the first time we had done any shopping together; and we both
were having fun, whispering and giggling like school boys as we made
the selections we thought would be the best. Just as we had
settled on a black double-inlay belt there was a soft cough from behind
us, and turning we saw Micah and Morgan standing only inches away, both
of them grinning like Cheshire cats.
"Most of my customers do not seem to enjoy themselves as much as you
two are," Micah said quietly.
"If you can't have fun, why do it; and anyhow I like picking out
clothes,"
Derek said. Looking at me impishly he said, "Besides, I've never
had the chance to pick out things for someone like Morgan."
"I agree, Derek," Micah said, grinning slyly as he glanced at Morgan
whom I knew did not have a clue as to what we were implying.
"Did you get the fitting finished, Micah?" I asked breaking into the
sparring repartee between the two of them.
"Yes, and I don't think Morgan is any the worse for wear," Micah
answered. "Mr. Stein would like to do a final fitting on Monday
if that is all right."
That won't be a problem," I answered. "Right now we have to
pick out shoes, and we don't know what size."
"I wear a size ten-double E width, Larry," Morgan said a little
sheepishly. "But
you don't have to buy me any shoes; I got some at home."
"Nonsense," Derek interjected. "We found a pair of black
Penny loafers that would go great with your new suit, and there is no
sense in buying everything new if you are going to spoil it by wearing
old shoes."
Morgan continued to protest; but, after the loafers were slipped on his
feet, we could see that he liked them; and, although he seemed a little
embarrassed, his eyes lit up as he thanked us.
"I guess that covers everything, except I don't see any cuff links,"
Micah said as he looked over the pile of shirts, ties, belts and the
shoes. "No matter, they will be my gift to the new graduate whom
I hope will return often, and we will get to know much better."
Looking quickly at Derek, I could see that he had caught the double
meaning that Micah had emphasized, but the big surprise was when
Morgan said, "I might be able to do that every now and then but not
very often."
"Any time that you are in, Morgan, I'll be more than happy to take care
of anything you might need," Micah said
noticeably breathing in deeply before saying, "Now that we are
finished with the easy part; we can take care of the hard part."
"Oh, my, God, he's practically telling Morgan he is interested in him,"
I thought to myself, glancing at Derek and seeing the expression on
his face which indicated that he was thinking the same thing that I
was.
"Dad told me to put the suit on his account, Micah; and he gave me a
letter to confirm it," I said quickly.
"That won't be necessary, Larry, as your father is quite well known
here
and I recognized you when you came in."
"It is nice to be known, Larry, isn't it?" Derek said. "I would like to
pay for the other things, Micah, if my check is acceptable. It's
drawn on the Heritage Bank, and you may
call Mr. Masters if you would care to verify it."
We looked inquisitively at each other while Micah seemed to be
pondering what Derek
had said. After a few seconds of silence, Derek asked, "Is
something wrong?"
"Oh, no!" Micah answered quickly. "I was trying to gather my
thoughts before answering your question. Are you by any chance related
to Mr. Morrison Kingsley of Worthington & Kingsley Investments?"
"He is my father," Derek answered, looking at me, and winking as he
extracted a blank check from the envelope that Ellen had given him.
"Your father...!" Micah exclaimed softly. "That's why I remember
the name; your father is a frequent
customer of ours. I've been trying to
recall where I knew the name Kingsley from since Larry introduced you
and Morgan; but, in all of the excitement of meeting the two of you, it
slipped
my mind until you mentioned the bank and Mr. Masters," he said as
he gathered the merchandise. He motioned for a nearby clerk,
giving him
instructions as to how it was to be charged before speaking to us
again. "Mr. Masters is an old friend of my father. Our company
has its accounts with the Heritage Bank; and, on some occasion or
the
other, I believe Mr. Masters introduced
your father to mine,"
"It was probably at some function the bank
had with its stockholders," Derek said casually. "I wouldn't
really know
though as I wasn't privy to my father's business."
"It may have been, and we have something in common," Micah said,
extending the sales receipts that the clerk had returned for our
signatures as he
continued. "I'm not very much involved in my father's financial
dealings; but,
from some of the comments that I have heard when your father has been
in, I'm sure Dad has some of his investments with the firm."
"I don't doubt it, Micah. My father isn't the type to miss adding
a business client when the opportunity presents itself," Derek
said as he handed him his check.
"That is the way of business, Derek," Micah said as he took Derek's
check, and my signed receipt.
"I am learning that, but this hasn't been business; it has been
fun. I have really enjoyed meeting you," Derek said cheerfully.
"It has been my pleasure to assist you, and I'm glad Larry brought you
and Morgan in. It has been a real pleasure meeting you, and I
can only hope we will meet again...soon," Micah said as we shook
hands.
"I'm sure we will, Micah," I said as we gathered our merchandise-laden
shopping bags.
"I hope so, and don't let Morgan forget his appointment on Monday,"
Micah
said as he walked with us to the exit.
"We won't forget the appointment, Micah, but right now we better get
him
to lunch before he thinks we have forgotten that he is still a growing
boy," I replied glancing
mischievously at Derek and winking as we got into the truck.