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.