Made-to-measure Jockstrap

Jeff works in a men’s clothing store as a tailor. He shortens pants, adjusts the waist, and sometimes cuts three-piece suits. One of his recent clients is a football player. He is getting married and wants a tuxedo; impossible to rent one given his size: Henry is 6-foot 4 inches tall and weighs 222 pounds. Jeff had a blast going around the body of this athlete with his measuring tape.

At 46, Jeff is an experienced tailor. He explores every inch of a man’s body for the best possible results. The length and width of the legs, waist, arms, shoulders and crotch are carefully noted. Henry first impressed him with the size of his hips and ass. He didn’t mind Jeff caressing his butt, it kind of felt good. When the tailor’s hand reached his groin, it tickled the balls and Henry started to get hard.

“I will have to measure that rod too, my friend.”

“Why don’t you suck my cock and tell me how much tongue-long it is?”

In no time, Henry shoved his cut dick in Jeff’s throat. The tailor had a chance to lick the six-inch circumference, and the nine-inch-long trouser snake up and down, from the balls to the knob. In the privacy of the large dressing-room, Henry moaned loudly and kept saying how Jeff sucked way better than his girl-friend. “I have to wear a condom when I fuck her and she refuses to swallow my jizz.”

That comment opened the door to hotter virile fun. Jeff offered his hairy hole for raw penetration. Henry pounded him like hell; when he was just about to explode, Jeffs mouth was ready to taste the athlete’s creamy load. Henry was overwhelmed: “Fuck! This is the best sex I’ve ever experienced. Guess I should come back so that you can take measurements for my jockstrap…”

No sooner said than done. Jeff had never sewn a jockstrap before, but since he had a fetish for this athletic gear as far back as high school, he knew how to put each piece together. The tailor took pleasure in measuring the waist, the balls and the cock of his hot client. When Henry came for the fitting, he was in for a surprise. Jeff locked the dressing-room door, pulled down his pants, and sported a red jockstrap. “Yours is black, like you asked me, but I wanted you to see that red could also look hot.”

Jeff helped the football player put on his jock, placing his balls comfortably in the pocket, pointing the penis down, adjusting the elastic bands on either side of the thighs, and slapping the buttocks while trumpeting how the wit was perfect.

“You are the most tasty-looking athlete I have ever seen!”

“Does that mean that you want to eat my ass? My girl-friend is not into rimming, and I’ve never had a guy lick my butt.”

“Count on me for a royal initiation to one of the tastiest virile pleasures.”

Jeff first caressed the wide peachy arse, sniffed the crack, kissed both cheeks, biting them to make Henry beg for more aggressive moves. He then licked the crack, tickled it with is short beard, buried his face in the manly offering and started to suck the ass hole before tongue-twisting his way completely inside. Henry was getting so hard that he started to masturbate. Jeff got up and kissed him on the lips and on the ass back and forth.

“This ass-lips duo is so fucking succulent!”, said Jeff.

“I never thought I would let a guy kiss me, answered Henry. I admit that it felt good. I like the hot sensation of virile fun. I had no idea of what man-to-man pleasure meant before I met you.

“And it’s far from over! I’ve sucked your cock, you face-fucked me, I swallowed your jizz, I just kissed you, now I want to fuck you.”

“This has to remain a secret. You know I’m getting married next week. What my fiancée doesn’t know won’t hurt her, I guess…”

On that note, Jeff spitted on his hard slim dick and shoved it, raw, in Henry’s welcoming ass. His initially slow movement took on a more vigorous rhythm to the point of reaching an explosion rather quickly. Jeff then got down on his knees and begged Henry to push out the sperm. He felched his cum and then French-kissed the athlete greedily. Henry learned a new word, snowballing, and liked so much the taste of his tailor’s cum. He couldn’t help saying that his fiancée would never want to indulge is this kinky kind of sex.

“Maybe you should have second thoughts about marrying a woman... Who knows, maybe there’s a team mate that would love to date you, and indulge regularly in a kissing-sucking-fucking-felching-snowballing get-together.”

“I love her too much for other reasons, but that doesn’t prevent us from having fun once in a while. That way, I get to benefit from being openly straight and queer in the closet.”

Every player on the football team attended Henry’s wedding and all found him dashing in the made-to-measure tuxedo. No one knew the center player was also wearing a made-to-measure jockstrap. At the next game, the quarterback had am awesome view of his mates splendid rear-end and genital area. Henry’s ass never looked so well-framed and his balls so tightly packed. The thick knob even seemed to be pointing at the football. It made the openly gay quarterback Bill salivate frenetically. To be sure to catch the ball easily and firmly, he got close enough to sniff, caress and kiss Henry’s ass. The team won with flying colors.

In the locker-room, Bill watched Henry getting undressed. His reaction was spontaneous. “Fuck, that is the best fitting jockstrap I have ever seen!” Henry was usually the first player to head for the shower area, but he let others wash, dry up and leave while he walked around nonchalantly, caressing his huge bulge. Once alone, Bill asked Henry to remove his jockstrap and let him sniff it. “There is no better aroma than a sweaty jock!”

The two players lost no time in kissing like love-birds, licking sweaty arm pits, sucking cut and uncut dicks, chewing tight and low-hanging balls, eating yummy rosebuds, and fucking raw as deep as possible. When it was over, Henry gave the name of his tailor to Bill. “You won’t regret the time spent in the dressing-room!”