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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 49 Location: TN |
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| Introduction: An introduction into sex by the local tailor | ||
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Please rate and give feedback. It turns me on to know others share the taboo. I am not really interested in people that just are haters for the sake of hating, so they get ignored, but feedback is good. This is about a time in my awkward early pubescent years. I was a walking hard on, as are most. I was the youngest of four kids, and my parents were not very involved in our lives during that decade. It was the late 60's and early 70's, the freedom of expression was every where and yet not talked about openly amongst the upper class that acted as if they were above it, but secretly were involved in it one way or the other. For us, it was pretty common for my parents to have socials before or after the local college football games, and there was always lots of drinking. Also my parents traveled a lot and would leave us with random college kids or couples that would live with us for a week or so. My oldest sister, was always getting into trouble, bringing home different boyfriends, having parties when my parents were gone and we would either join the party or go off on our own. Needless to say, my mind was wide open and I had no supervision, but also was clueless what to do with all these strange desires, and secretive thoughts. I used to love to watch my sisters and her friends as they would get ready to go out, running around half naked, in and out of showers, getting dressed, talking as if I was invisible, and I spent many nights jerking off to the sounds and thoughts of these "older girls", but that is a whole different story. We lived in a pretty big college town, nice neighborhood, and back then no one worried about kids getting abducted or molested. So when it came time for me to get “fitted” my first "suit" for my Aunt's upcoming wedding, I was told to go down to Andretti's Men's Clothing, and have Mr. Andretti fit me for the suit. As usually, I had no idea what I was doing, and my mother wasn't going to waste her time driving me there, so one Saturday afternoon, I walked the mile down the Pike, to see Mr Andretti. I was told it would not be busy at the store since most were either at the game or listening to it at home and he would be able to take care of me without having to wait. It's really weird during game days as the whole town shuts down during game time. The streets are almost empty. So I wasn't surprised when I got to the store that no one was there, and I could hear the game playing on the radio behind the counter. I looked around as I walked in and the bell hanging on the door announced my arrival. Mr. Andretti came through the curtain that separated the showroom from the little office behind the counter. Holding his hands in the air and making some italian exclamation, I wasn't sure if he was glad to see me or not, but the smile on his face and the twinkle in his eyes, told me he was. He was a nice looking elderly man, with white hair, and dark olive toned skin. Strong features, with his prominent nose and dark eyes. He wore his suit casually and welcomed me with a warm embrace. I was young, and didn't think much of it as he held me close telling me how much he has looked forward to this day. He went on to say that my mother had called a few weeks ago and asked him to outfit me from head to toe. As he let go of the embrace, he stared into my eyes, tousled my hair, and kneaded my shoulders and arms, looking me over as if he was sizing me up. His hands ran over my body as he appeared to be deciding what would be best for me. I went with the situation, being my first fitting, even though I was a little uncomfortable with any one giving me this much attention. No one, especially an older man, had ever given me any attention like this, and so when he began to ask me questions about my likes and dislikes, favorite colors, etc, I was taken back a bit. I found myself being drawn in by all this special attention. He stooped down to my eye level as he asked questions and would get right in my face as we talked. He smelled good with the faint hint of cologne and his peppermint chewing gum. He instructed me to step into the dressing room and strip down to my underwear so that he could take accurate measurements. I didn't know better, so I did as he told and took off my jeans and tee shirt after removing my converse. I left on my white socks and tight white underwear, and told him I was ready. He instructed me to come out and stand in front of the mirror as he came back from locking the front door. He said something about we didn't want anyone walking in while I was undressed so I said OK. He pulled out his measuring tape and began measuring around my neck, my arms, across my shoulders, telling me what to do as he went and I obeyed. As he worked his way down my body, he ended up kneeling on both knees in front of me. He wrapped the tape around my waste and continued telling me what I fine young man I was growing to be. His face was about even with my chest, and as he wrapped his arms around me and he massaged my butt cheeks as if it was a common thing to do. Told me I was filling out nicely and that he would needed to fit my pants properly. As he massaged my butt I felt a stirring in my crotch and I was startled. I was scared he was going to see my cock stiffen so I started to squirm. He acted as if nothing was going on as he ran his hands around my waist, with his hands caressing my skin, he let one hand slide down my outer leg as he held the other at my waist, every time stopping to make a mental note of the measurement, he would say it out loud as if to lock it into memory. He read the tape and then moved to my inner thigh area telling me to spread my feet apart. One hand holding the tape at my heal and the other running up my inseam, touching every inch of my inner leg as he did. His hand was moving closer and closer to my crotch as my cock stiffened and I mentally froze. Time seemed to freeze too. His hand reached my inner thigh as I looked straight ahead trying to act casual as my cock hardened and it was trying to force its way out of my underwear. His hand held to my inner thigh, his face moved around to read closely, placing his face within inches of my hard cock. He made a soft and gentle exclamation in another language and looked up at me as his hand gently found its way to cupping my balls through my underwear. Softly he kneaded them, dropping the tape, and with his free hand he began caressing my shaft through my underwear, pushing it up flat against my belly, causing it to protrude above the waist band. My head was spinning, as he pulled my underwear down, and he started stroking my naked shaft and balls. I stared straight ahead as if this was all part of the fitting. That is until he took my young hard cock into his mouth and then I knew, without a doubt that this was not supposed to happen and yet, whatever it was, I was loving it. He was talking to me in italian and it sounded like he was talking to his lover. He asked me if I was enjoying myself and all I could do was nod yes. He grinned and continued sucking and stroking, while his other hand was caressing my ass cheeks and as if he knew what I wanted, one of his large bony fingers slipped between my ass cheeks and started rubbing my tight little asshole. He paused for a second to lick that finger only to return it right back to my hole, preparing me for what was yet to come. His finger slowly invaded my hole, gently an inch at a time he started finger fucking my asshole while sucking my pubescent cock. It all felt so good and yet so wrong, but I didn't care. No one had ever shown me this kind of love and he knew what I wanted. I was amazed at how good it all felt, never having even thought of doing such things with a man. He stood me up and kissed me deeply and held me close and told me what a good boy I was. I liked hearing that, and just looked into his eyes, and he knew I was his. He sat me down and stood in front of me with my face directly in front of his crotch. His baggy suit pants were bulging out down his leg and I could see the outline of his shaft as it ran down his left pants leg pushing against the pants material. He unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants and slowly pulled his zipper down. I stared in curiosity as he reached in and pulled out what appeared to be a huge snake like appendage, semi erect, and hanging toward the floor as it flopped out in front of my face. I stared in amazement. He took it with one hand and rubbed it on my face while holding my head with his other hand. He caressed my face with it and rubbed it while stroking it with his hand as it slowly got hard right in front of me. I naturally opened my mouth and he backed up to allow room for the head to be placed into my awaiting mouth, telling me to suck it like a lollipop. Which I did except it was too big and hard to get my mouth around it. He held my head steady and guided his third leg in and out of my mouth slowly as it stiffened completely. As he continued telling me what a beautiful boy I was and how happy I made him, with each stroke shoving his cock deeper down into my resistant mouth. Once he was completely hard he started to forcefully fuck my throat and I was choking and gagging, which must have caught his attention because then stopped and pulled out. He then bent me back over the chair and focused all his attention on my virgin hole with his finger showing no mercy, liberally fucking my hole now harder and faster. He was spitting on my hole to keep it wet while finger fucking me aggressively, while occasionally reaching around and checking my hard cock and giving it a good hard stroking. His rambling in his foreign tongue became more emphatic with more passion. He asked me if I was ready and being clueless to what he was talking about I again nodded yes. All I knew was that it all felt so naughty but so good. What I felt next would change my life forever, as he forced this swollen appendage into my virgin asshole slowly but surely. I screamed in pain but he just continued to force himself into me. This old man was fucking me and it felt like his cock was going to come out my mouth it was so large. I was in so much pain but strangely was so turned on by this situation. I loved this old man and wanted to do whatever I could to make him happy. He was fucking me with no mercy, and grunting and talking in his language and calling me names and everything became a blur as I felt everything speed up until he shot his hot load into my boy hole as he collapsed over me telling me how much he loved me. It was wonderful, and he was happy. What happened after that was he had me come back several times to finish my “fitting” even gave me a part time job in the weekends to help in the back stock room. We had many more encounters. Let me know if you would like to hear more. Thanks |
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