Tailoring to your needs
Cody Samuels
Literally.naked@gmail.com
Thanks for waiting guys. I had a lot in the way of working hours, insomnia, writing Jack and Daniel and then some. Enjoy this one.. Not a lot sex, but its a seriously good lead up to it.
DISCLAIMER: This narrative has scenes of male nudity and sexual acts between two men that readers may find disturbing or inappropriate for ages under 18. Please do not read if you comply with both of those categories.
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The characters are all fictional with vague and few references to real people. If they come across coincidentally as someone in reality please take it as a compliment. Events are also referenced from certain real life scenarios and are fictional. If you have experienced them feel free to contact me about it.
NOTES: This is a fantasy- Reality is different, use a condom
John arrived back at his house in Shoreditch, which was on the cusp between three major areas- Liverpool St, Aldgate and Hackney.
It was a very rough and old. There was a huge mix of derelict buildings, new updated developments and attempts to restore the dwindling and old.
John lived in a Georgian house, which was attached to its next door neighbours and was in a row of 15. He lived at number 19 Mayfield. It was the family home. Of course now his mother had used whatever money she had received from his father's life insurance and bought herself a love house in Islington, which was a posh area which still had its lower class charm.
His house was recently restored. Georgian houses were almost 200 years old, and were around even before the Victorian Era. It had tall ceilings, narrow hallways and elongated walls. If you have ever watched something like Mary Poppins, or Harry Potter, you'll find the architecture was very similar.
His house though was decorated Cream and Black. They were astute colours and it made John feel warm and welcome all the time in his house. Every room looked fairly the same, except there would be touches of mahogany for furniture and the rest were all black wood.
John spent a bit of time on himself. Not too much though. He combed his hair into a corporate and swish side crop, pushing a lot of his hair to the left and made his bangs quiff out.
Apart from that, it was touching up on the burns, getting washed and making sure all appropriates were clean before he put on a fresh pair of CK boxers.
The suit he was going to wear, it was a new design of his own. A three piece, with hidden pockets except two, one on the outside of his waist jacked on the right and then another on the blazer as followed.
Because he was a rather ordinary guy, Brown hair, brown eyes and high cheek bones, he decided he would have to work on more defined areas of his tailoring to make him stand out in the quintessential way. Not too obvious but charming and handsome in a quiet sense.
That's what his suit was, a charming black one, button fitted Suit which emulated the "Meet Joe Black" Tuxedo look. John was ready after putting on some Brogues.
There was nothing much else to do, except head out and meet Collin. The thought of that beautiful masculine Indiana Jones-esque man, strolling in and demanding to make John's his was -- plain exciting and really erotic.
He came back to the shop, which was situated near a park, and found that he didn't have to wait long. A Silver Audi TT (Not the ones they remade in 07 but the original, rather dangerous ones they built in 03) pulled up the curb. The Windows were tinted, and John was almost excited and wondered who it was. Well he knew anyway. This car was an understated cocky car.
The car oozed sexual power, man power that way. It was so dominant and yet surprisingly small. It had to belong to Collin.
The windows unwound "Wow. You're looking so fucking hot John" Collin beamed as he caught more of John.
"It's like I've come to rendezvous with Double-o-seven" this made John chuckle as he opened the door to the passenger seat and sat down.
He had to drink in the sight of Collin. He was dashing and quite frankly- Exuding Sex like a skunk wafting its aroma.
A Brown suit with dark maroon capped shoes and the third button down on his dress shirt. He was fucking hot. Just looking at the popped collar, and seeing that exposed skin got John all tight in the boxers, like he had suddenly got huge and hard on the spot.
Collin's hair was slicked and spiked into a faux hawk. And his honey-brown eyes, they were fiery and full of want.
"I don't get it Collin, Why pick me? I mean I'm extremely flattered and chuffed you wanted to take me to this party, but what is so special about me?" John asked, a bit sceptical.
"Because! You are hot! And you're an AMAZING tailor" With stress to the AMAZING. It sounded so alluring, enticing, and sensual and those very words seem like he was stroking John's cock.
John had to rearrange himself as he let Collin continue.
"That and since you served me the other day, I've wanted to do this to you-"And with that he grabbed John's face, and pulled him into a smouldering kiss. Now if you had to put a scene into it- Imagine a young Roger Moore, and a young and beefed up Harrison Ford making out, well. You would cream your pants now wouldn't you?
John was about to anyway. He had to pat Collin's hand because of the intensity, the fiery need, the wanton lust, the animal passion and the strength, sheer strength of his kiss. It was as if Collin was telling John- "I have the hots for you John McFarlane and I want you in my bed now"
John managed to pry his face and his lips, which were tingling and seething from that sexually charged kiss with a light tap. "Listen! Collin! Wow! Take it easy though. We have a party to get through, and I kind of like the way I look"
Collin looked a little disappointed. John rubbed his form arm. "I'm sorry Collin; it's just a little forward for me." Collin laughed really hard then and there
"And Blow jobs aren't?" John chuckled at that too.
"Well, I guess I'm a hypocrite aren't I? No I'm just saying that the emotional crap can wait. It ruins a lot of what we have. I mean- I've only just started to get to know you. Let me catch up to your level at least, were I can't stop thinking about what you did to me the other day and how you were amazing with your mouth-"
"How did you know?"
"I've served enough to accrue at least twenty of my favourite people in my black velvet book. And I know when I see smitten guy."
Collin blushed and John reached up to touch his molten hot face. "I do like you a lot though. I just want to make sure you're the Mister Right"
We drove to this place in Canary Wharf, which was the biggest building in London and it was a private estate opened to the public. There was a glass amphitheatre which was surrounded by the rest of the buildings that made up the Canary Wharf estate. It was so much for John, a little too lavish and obviously a really important thing for Collin. John realised that this was more than just a date. This was something else- this was "I want to announce you to my friends". John hyperventilated for a minute, and grasped Collin's strong and firm bicep.
"I hope you don't plan on announcing me as your boyfriend?" John was a literally shocked. He didn't know what to think at first.
"Relax. You're just a date, that's all. A date."
John smiled tersely.
The evening ran smoothly though. A lot of women and a few men (all gorgeous estate agents and above) gushed over John, and he gracefully escaped a lot of conversation before seeing Collin with a Tall, dark haired beauty. He had demure features, chiselled jaw, high cheek bones and deep set eyes that matched his almond eye colour. John could tell he was Chinese. He had very chiselled look to him. He was exotic, enticing and very alluring.
It made John a little hungry for him. Sexually that was. His mouth watered at the sight of him. His cock jumped at the sight of his lean body. His mind crossed between both Collin and this very exotic guy.
"John! There you are! I'd like you to meet Chang"
So that's his name John wondered.
He conversed with Collin and Chang, and they both talked fervently with John about their houses, what they lived in, where they would like to go, what they would like to do, where they stand. And the more Chang talked, the more he was enraptured by him.
Chang, he was listed as British while being in Hong Kong because he was born on British turf so he was technically a British citizen, hence the seriously sexy accent he had on him.
Collin always got himself live in the conversation, and they found themselves so caught up in each other's company that John hadn't noticed how close Chang was to him.
Collin had noticed our digression in conversation which was no longer straight talk, but all euphemisms on "Living". Chang and Collin agreeing about being with the "bare necessities" while John always maintained the thought of "being well equipped".
There was a heat in the air now. Chang had taken a serious interest into the Brown haired mystery man John and Collin, whom Chang had not ever considered to be in the same territory as him, was suddenly becoming a seriously sexy option sandwiched between him and John. Or the two sandwiching him.
The conversation took a stand still. We were paused and held with baited breath. There was an intense stare between Collin, Chang and then Exchanged between John.
"So...Are you guys free tonight?" Collin asked surreptitiously