Date: Wed, 3 Nov 2021 01:01:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Kevin Sting <kevinsting@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Suit Fitting - 2

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* * * * *

Sitting naked on the couch in the fitting room, I'd boldly just asked
Chris if he would take his underwear off.

"I don't think so, Mr. Garfield," he said seriously.

I looked up at him surprised.

After a moment of awkward silence, he added, "But... you're more than
welcome to take them off for me."

I smiled and breathed a sigh of relief and then motioned him over to the
couch. Chris dutifully stood in front of me, the mesh pouch of his thong
stretched obscenely by his erection.

I reached forward and stroked the underside of his pouch, feeling the
weight of his balls and the firm length of his shaft. He inhaled deeply
and then exhaled. Beads of sweat trickled down his stomach getting
trapped here and there by the light wisps of hair.

I extended my hands up to his pecs and gripped them firmly. I rubbed my
hands down his stomach, then around his hips and gripped his firm white
cheeks. I tugged gently on the strap of his thong so it rode higher up
into his ass crack. Then I parted his cheeks and reached in with one
finger to fish the strap out. My finger brushed against his puckered
hole, which was surrounded by damp hairs.

I pulled the strap out and then backwards. Doing so caused the front
pouch to dip lower. I tugged lightly and released, letting his cock bob
up and down. I repeated this motion several times. It was like his cock
was a puppet that I was controlling. Finally I tugged hard enough that
his erection slipped out and slapped back against his pubes. I pulled
further until the pouch was behind his ball sack.

Pulling Chris' pelvis in closer to my face, I extended my tongue and
probed at his piss slit where a bead of precum was emerging. I could feel
my own erection leaking in my lap.

Chris sighed as the tip of my tongue spread apart the soft mounds of skin
around his urethra. I reached forward with my hands and pulled down on
his shaft, which served to spread the opening even wider. A rivulet of
precum dribbled out of the hole and onto my tongue.

"Awww, fuck," he said softly.

I pulled firmly down on his balls until his cock was parallel to the
floor and then eased my mouth over the head. I let my tongue dance over
and around his cockhead, tracing the thick ridge of his corona several
times.

I pushed deeper onto his cock, taking the entire shaft in my mouth. I
held it there for almost a minute, just feeling the heft of his shaft on
my tongue and the head pushing up against the roof of my mouth near my
throat.

With his cock still in my mouth, I slipped his thong down over his legs
and let them drop to the floor. Then I reached up and grabbed his ass
cheeks once again. I gently massaged them, pulling them apart further and
further with each stroke.

Chris reached down and ran his fingers through my hair while I serviced
him.

* * * * *

As I parted his cheeks further, I let my fingers brush his damp asshole.
I looked up his bare torso until my eyes met his. I raised an eyebrow,
asking for permission as I traced around his sphincter with the middle
finger of one hand. Chris smiled and nodded down at me.

I gently pushed my finger against the puckered hole and was met at first
with some resistance. Then the muscles relaxed and let my finger slowly
slip inside him. Chris gasped as I pushed deeper until the length of my
finger was inside his warm hole. He clutched my head tighter, smashing my
nose into his damp, wispy pubes.

"Please, will you eat my ass, Cam," Chris said longingly.

Without hesitation, I pulled my mouth off his cock and quickly spun him
around, my finger still buried inside him.

"I'd be happy to, Chris," I said, smiling and eyeing his beautiful ass. I
slid my finger out of his ass and slipped it into my mouth, getting a
sample of what I was about to taste.

Chris knelt on the platform in front of me, lowering his elbows to the
carpet so that his ass was pointed up at me. I got down on my knees next
to the platform and my face was perfectly aligned with his hole.

I reached forward and spread his cheeks, taking in the view of the pink
hole surrounded by light hair. The sphincter tensed and relaxed as he
breathed in and out.

I lowered my head until the tip of my nose was brushing his hole. Then I
extended my tongue and licked up and down over his hole several times. I
traced the tip of my tongue around his ring. It clenched tight and then
suddenly bloomed like a rosebud on my tongue. I seized the opportunity
and probed my tongue into the center of the rose and drove it in as deep
as I could get it. Chris' sphincter cinched tightly around my tongue and
tugged it deeper inside him. I swirled the tip around, feeling the inner
walls of his ass.

"Oh yeah, fucking eat my hole, Cam," Chris moaned.

We were both literally dripping in sweat as we began a rhythm of him
tensing and releasing his hole and me pushing my tongue in and out.

My erection was drooling precum onto the carpet below as I feasted on his
hole.

I ground my fingers into his ass cheeks to pull them wider apart. I knew
he'd have some interesting marks the next day.

* * * * *

"I want you inside me now, Cam," Chris pleaded. "Please fuck me."

I was happy to comply, but reluctant to give up eating his ass. Finally,
I pulled my face away. My cheeks, chin and lips were wet with a
combination of my saliva, his sweat and the funky dampness of his hole. I
gathered a mouthful of spit and lobbed it at his hole, and then proceeded
to finger him in preparation for my cock.

After a couple of minutes finger-fucking him with one, then two fingers,
I gathered another mouthful of spit and then spat it into my free hand. I
thoroughly lubed up my cock with my saliva and the profuse amounts of
precum. Then I positioned myself so that the head of my cock was resting
against his hole.

"I want YOU to push back on my cock, Chris," I said, massaging his sweat
into his smooth back.

Dutifully, Chris began to push backward against my cock. At first, his
asshole was tight and formed a barrier. But eventually he relaxed again
and his sphincter loosened. He pushed harder and the tip of my cock head
began to push past the skin of his ring. Chris moaned.

"Keep going," I urged.

He pushed further, his asshole widening and taking my cock in further --
just past the coronal ridge. He took a deep breath and pushed again. My
cock slid deeper and deeper into his hole until my balls and pubes were
brushing against his white ass cheeks.

"How does that feel?" I asked.

"Fucking amazing, Cam," he said, looking back and smiling at me hungrily.

I leaned forward, reaching around to clutch his sweaty chest and brought
my face down next to his. I extended my tongue out to connect with his
and then our lips met. I pulled my cock back slightly and then shoved it
into his ass as I kissed him. His beard scratched against my bare chin.

I slid one hand down his stomach, through his damp, wispy pubes, to his
cock and grabbed hold of it. Using the sweat from his pubes as lube, I
began to pump his cock and fuck his ass in unison.

Chris whispered into my mouth, "I'm so fucking horny, Cam. I'm not gonna
last long." My tongue continued to probe at his lips as the words came
out.

"Yeah, me, too," I whispered back into his mouth. "Where do you want me
to shoot my load?" I pumped his cock with one hand and kneaded his pec
muscle with the other.

"Will you shoot it in me?" he asked, breathlessly.

"Of course," I said, grinning. I loved nothing more than dumping my load
into a nice ass like his. "But I wanna watch you cum. Let's flip you
over."

I released Chris from my grasp and he pulled slowly off my hard cock. He
rotated himself, lay back on the platform, and brought his knees up to
his chest to expose his hole once again.

I positioned my cock at his sphincter and slowly pushed it back inside
him until my sweaty ball sac slapped against his ass cheeks and his hole
disappeared in the forest of my dark pubic hair. Chris wrapped his arms
around my neck and pulled me down on top of him for another kiss, and
then he wrapped his legs around me -- his heels pushing into my hairy ass
cheeks. We kissed passionately for a few minutes as I slowly pushed my
cock in and out of his warm hole.

"Fuck me hard, Cam, please," he pleaded.

Chris released me from his embrace and I propped myself up on his knees.
In doing so, I caught sight of myself in the mirrors in front of us. I
was dripping in sweat from head to toe. The hair on my chest and stomach
was matted from being plastered against Chris' damp torso. I watched
myself as I began to slam my cock harder and harder into his ass.

"Harder, Cam!" Chris moaned.

I obliged, pulling my cock almost completely out and then slamming it
back into his ass up to the hilt. Sweat dripped from my forehead onto
Chris' chest and chin. His tongue darted out instinctively to catch the
drips.

I pummeled Chris' ass again and again. Each time I pulled back, the skin
of his hole gripped on my shaft, stretching the skin and pulling at the
hairs near the base. He pulled his knees back up toward his chest and
held them there with a hand behind each knee.

"Oh fuck that feels so good, Cam," he moaned, louder this time. "I'm
getting really close."

"Me, too," I grunted. When I did so, I sprayed droplets of saliva onto
Chris' face. He just smiled and licked his lips.

"Oh god, here it comes," Chris said, his eyes rolling backwards and his
chest heaving. Without even being touched, his erection began to shoot
glob after glob of white cum all over his stomach and chest.

"Fuck, that's so hot," I said, as his cock continued to pump. I reached
down with one hand and scooped up some of the cum, brought it to my face
and rubbed it all over my mouth and chin. The scent of his semen was
intoxicating. "Oh yeah, here comes my load!"

I braced myself by placing my hands on Chris' chest and pumped harder
into his asshole.

"Fill me up, baby," he said, grinning widely. "Shoot that load in me."

I pulled my cock back until the ridge emerged from his hole and then
slammed it back deep inside him. And then my cock began to spew forth. I
pushed my pelvis harder against his ass cheeks, driving my cock deeper
into his chute. Shot after shot emerged from my cock into the depths of
his hole.

"Oh fuck! Fuck yeah!" I screamed, spraying Chris with more of my saliva.

As the last bit of semen dribbled out of my cock into him, I collapsed on
top of him. We were connected, sweaty chest to chest.

I brought my face over his and leaned in for another kiss. Chris licked
around my lips and chin, tasting his own cum before opening his mouth to
let my tongue in.

We lay there for a good 5 or 10 minutes, kissing passionately -- fused
together by sweat and cum. My cock began to soften in his hole.

Finally, I pushed myself up and let my softening penis slip out of his
wet hole. I leaned my face down to his chest and lapped at the cum he'd
deposited there. I dutifully cleaned off his chest and stomach,
occasionally shifting up to kiss him and let him taste more of his seed.

Sitting up again, I could see my own cum glistening on his asshole. I
couldn't resist and buried my face down there once again. I scooped up
the cum with my tongue and then brought my face back up to Chris. We
kissed and passed my load back and forth with our tongues.

"I think there's some more down there," Chris said sheepishly. "If you
want."

I raised an eyebrow and gave him a wicked grin as I made my way back down
to his ass. Indeed, more of my cum had begun to leak out of Chris's hole.
As he breathed in and out, the sphincter tightened and relaxed letting
more and more out. I lapped at the opening.

Chris took a deep breath in. As he let it out, his rosebud blossomed
again pushing forth a huge stream of my jizz. I licked and slurped as
much as I could. Then I returned to kiss him again and share the load.

We continued a few more rounds until his hole was sufficiently empty.

* * * * *

I collapsed onto the couch in a sweaty heap and motioned Chris to come
lay with me. He placed his head in my sweaty armpit, draped one leg over
me so his soft drooling cock rested on my hip. He played with the hair on
my chest and stomach with his free hand, occasionally reaching down to
run his fingers through my sweaty pubic hair.

"That was fucking amazing," I sighed. "Thank you, Chris." I planted a
tender kiss on his lips and ran my fingers up and down his back.

"Avanti does pride itself on our superior customer service," he said with
a wink.

"I hope you don't provide that kind of service to ALL your customers," I
replied, pinching one of his nipples.

"Only the hot ones who forget their underwear," Chris replied, giving one
of my own nipples a pinch and tug. After a minute or two of silence, he
added, "Do you have any plans tonight Cam? If not, my apartment is just a
couple blocks away. We could take a shower, order some dinner..."

"And have more hot sex?" I said, grabbing his ass cheek and pulling him
closer to me.

"Well, if that's what the customer wants, I'm sure it could be arranged,"
he laughed and kissed me.

A few more minutes of kissing and caressing was interrupted by the sound
of a text coming through on my phone.

"I bet that's my sister checking in on me," I said. "I should probably
respond."

I reluctantly peeled myself away from Chris, giving him one last kiss and
squeezing his soft, damp cock playfully. I walked across to the other
couch where my phone was and picked it up. Sure enough, it was a message
from Theresa.

"Did you get measured for the fucking suit?" her text read.

"Yes, I did. The staff at Avanti was very accommodating," I added with a
wry smile.

"Prove it," her text demanded.

"Oh ye of little faith," I texted back. I looked over and saw Chris' open
notebook on the table. I walked over to it and saw that it had my name
and all the measurements. So I ducked down and took an artful shot of it
and sent it off to Theresa.

"Thank the lord!" she texted back.

I walked back over to Chris and sat down next to him on the couch. I ran
my fingers up and down his chest and stomach and then started laying
kisses along the same path. Another text came through.

"WTF Cam?!? Who is that in the background?" her text read.

I wondered what she was talking about, so I looked again at my photo.
"Ooops!" I said aloud.

"What's wrong?" Chris asked.

I laughed and turned the phone around for him to see. When I took a
picture of his notebook, I'd made sure to point the camera away from
where he was on the couch. But I hadn't factored in the plentiful mirrors
in the room. His naked body was visible (albeit blurry) from nipples to
thighs reflected in the mirror in the background.

A sudden red flush overtook the pale skin on Chris' face and chest.

"She wants to know who you are," I said, grinning at him. "Got any plans
the first weekend in October?"

"Why?" Chris asked.

"You see, I'm gonna be in this big society wedding," I explained. "And
I'm gonna need a date."

Chris gave me a huge grin and tucked his hands behind his head, exposing
his damp pits. "Why Mr. Garfield, I'd be delighted."

"Who the hell is that Cam??????" another text came through.

I texted back and hit send. I turned the phone so Chris could see:
"That's my PLUS-ONE."

He smiled up at me and I leaned down to kiss him again, tossing my phone
onto the floor.

"Now how far away is this apartment of yours?" I asked Chris playfully,
massaging his cock which was once again growing to attention. "I was
promised a shower, dinner.... and hot sex!"

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