Private fitting in Provincetown

Richie had always had an issue when it came to cock rings. He could never find the right fit no matter how many he tried, granted most were ordered in haste online or bought on a whim at a seedy video store.

He had a nice seven-inch cut cock with a heavy pair of balls but he was a total grower, not a shower. Fully soft he hung only about two inches and didn't show how girthy he got when fully engorged. In the cold, it was worse and his bulge was barely noticeable when his balls would shrink up close to his groin and his shaft would shrivel.

Richie had experimented with all different adjustable options, solid metal rings, and stretchy silicone bands that twisted and separated his dick from his balls. None were ever comfortable, stayed in place, or didn't rip out his coarse, dark pubic hair.

He thought he found a great option online once and ordered a three-pack of thin metal rings, but again they didn't work out. He tried them all on like Goldilocks testing out beds only none fit just right. The small and medium sizes were easy enough to get his soft meat into but way too small when he got hard, practically cutting off circulation, restricting his erection, and painfully digging into the thin, sensitive skin. The large one was great when he was hard and even with a semi, it gave a nice pull and pushed his package forward but when he tested it out one night he found it had slipped off and was just sliding around under his balls in the pouch of his jockstrap.

His friends were more on the vanilla side and none of his exes were really into this sort of thing so he never really knew who to ask. The sex shops in NYC are always run by men too intimidating, straight, or totally disinterested to ask questions. Online, although helpful, only provided him with information that was not useful through his continuous research.

He knew there had to be a solution, he just had to find it and he hoped Provincetown would be the perfect place.

Earlier today Richie and his friends made the journey out to Boy Beach, the gay, "clothing optional" beach in Provincetown.

There was an older, averagely-built man laying naked just a few feet from where Richie and his friends had set up their towels for the day.  The man had a shiny metal ring, about a half-inch thick around his plump, soft cock lying on his thigh. The glint of metal in the sun was sexy to Richie and he couldn't stop sneaking glances. He did wonder how it wasn’t scalding hot though.

The man, as if reading Richie’s mind, stood up, walked a safe distance closer, and said "This thing sure does get hot," before continuing toward the calm, clear ocean.

Richie was tempted to go talk to the older stranger about it but didn't want his friends to grill him about why he was talking to him. Finally, gaining enough courage and needing a cooldown from the strong summer sun, he stood up, adjusted his crotch to show off his semi in his Speedo, and headed toward the water.

He was too late though, the man emerged from the water as he approached the shoreline. He felt embarrassed and didn't want to give the man the wrong impression or have to give the awkward explanation that he was staring at the cockring, not lusting after his dick. He wasn't bad-looking, just not really Richie's type at that moment.

Man, did the guy's meat shrink in the cold sea, like any other man, including Richie, does. He gave the man a polite smile as they passed and checked out the dripping bulge. Even as shriveled as the man was, the metal ring stayed in place. It was snug enough that his shrunken junk was still pushed out and prominent as it bounced in front of him.

Richie dove into the clear water and swam out until the water was almost over his head. He slipped his Speedo off and hung it around his neck. The water was cold but felt incredible caressing his hairy crack and floating package. It felt so good and he was so sexually pent up just from being there that he was able to maintain his semi, surprisingly.

He stayed out and trod water for a solid fifteen minutes, using the alone time to do a quick workout from his days on the crew team, and devised a plan to get away from his prudish friends to hunt down a new accessory.

With tired arms, Richie swam back towards the beach, slipping his suit back on in the process. He had no problem being naked in public, especially with his cock still being somewhat engorged, but not around these friends. He sauntered up the pebbled sand and noticed how much more crowded the beach had gotten.

As he made his way to his towel, he noticed the man was laying spread eagle, propped on his elbows with his erection proudly on display as his eyes scanned the semi-nude and nude men around him.

Richie put his sunglasses on so he could inspect the man's bulge again without drawing attention. He noticed the man had added a ball weight as well and he couldn't keep his curious gaze away. The thicker metal seemed to fit perfectly, heavy with a good pull, but didn't look like there was any risk of it slipping off. The thinner metal cockring seemed to fit perfectly around the man's engorged base with no sign of digging into his skin.

Richie had to flip over because of the growing tent in the nylon fabric. He needed to figure this out so he could move on and stop being so obsessed with something so trivial.

After the sweaty, salty trek through the swampy dunes separating Boy Beach from the town and the bike ride down Commercial Avenue to the hotel with his friends, Richie was the first to shower. He was always the quickest and knew he could take advantage of the situation to do some research. 

After a few outfit changes, he settled on a pair of short navy shorts that were hemmed short and fit him well, showing off his thick ass and strong, hairy legs. He paired it with a fitted white tank top to highlight his glowing tan from the day in the sun. Of course, he wore his favorite jockstrap underneath and skipped wearing deodorant. He was in a mood and wanted to find like-minded guys tonight.

“I’ll meet you at Tea, I want to check out some of the shops,” he called out to his friends as he slipped his phone and wallet into his pocket and out the door before they could react. 

It wasn’t a total lie, Richie was going to a store.

He hurried along the busy main road, dodging gays on bikes and touristy families. He went to Full Kit Gear first, knowing he didn't have much time before he’d have to meet his friends and it was closest to the Boatslip.

Curiosity led the way as he opened the door to the lower-level adult clothing store. He was greeted by the strong smell of leather and the cool A/C on his warm skin as he entered. The older man behind the glass counter gave him a warm, welcoming smile as he finished ringing up the customer leaning against the case. The cockrings were there, just out of reach and blocked by the husky, young patron.

He could feel his face flush as he walked through the store. He was familiar with the layout, crowded with all sorts of leather gear and strappy, skimpy underwear. There were a few others browsing, and Richie was starting to feel shy, embarrassed even. He felt like they all knew why he was there and were staring at him.

Richie is confident in his looks, personality, and most all of his characteristics but for some reason, the thirty-four-year-old felt like a child that had snuck into a forbidden, foreign land. He was new to the fetish lifestyle after all.

The other store attendant came up to him as Richie circled the various racks of revealing, sexy apparel, keeping his eye on the counter, waiting for his opportunity to investigate what he came in for.

"Can I help you find anything?" the tall, slim man, a few years younger than Richie asked.

"I'm just looking for now," he replied with a smile, checking the shop boy out.

Kevin, as stated on his name tag, was about two inches taller than Richie at 6'2." He had bright green eyes, almost as bright as Richies, and shaggy brown curls that were almost bleached blonde at the ends from many days in the sun, perfecting his tan.

He was hot in a grungy kind of way, wearing a t-shirt that was torn into a sleeveless crop top with the store's logo on it, faded and distressed denim cutoffs with a thick black leather belt, and matching, loosely tied, black combat boots without socks. He had a few days growth of dark stubble that created a sexy shadow on his prominent jawline and his ears were decorated with multiple gold studs and hoops that matched the heavy gold chain around his neck. 

Richie was definitely attracted to Kevin and kept sneaking glances at him. He noticed the thick, dark fur peaking from his pits, on his chest, and trailing down a tight, defined torso displayed between his belt and the torn hem of his shirt. What really excited Richie was how densely hairy the guy's legs were, knowing the fur was probably just as thick, if not thicker, on his perky ass.

"Let me know if you want to try anything on," Kevin offers with a warm smile.

"Thanks, I don't think so though."

"Why not? You're sexy, anything here would look great on you."

“Thank you,” Richie replied from his drying mouth as his face flushed.

Kevin gave him a knowing nod and a bigger smile with a glimmer of desire in his eye before stepping away.

‘Sexy’ the word lingered in his mind. Richie knew he was attractive but never thought of himself as sexy. He was too discreet and dressed too plainly to ever be considered that way. He always had an easy time finding hot men for sexual encounters but sexy, that was a first-time compliment.

A ding goes off, signaling the shop door had been opened, and pulls him from his thoughts. The stocky guy and other browsers had left and the sexy salesman had retreated to the stockroom, leaving Richie alone on the floor.  He felt more comfortable now and made his way to the front where the other associate was stationed.

"How can I help you?” the older man asked with a smile.

"Well...” Richie started before taking a deep breath, “I’m looking for a cockring,” he said softly, finally getting the words out.

“You’re in the right place!” came an enthusiastic reply from the man behind the counter.

The older man is handsome, not Richie’s usual type, but still a man he could appreciate. His mostly salt with a sprinkling of pepper hair had been shaved close to his scalp. He had light creases around his welcoming brown eyes, a thick mustache, and a strong, broad frame with beefy pecs above a small swell of a belly stretching his store-branded t-shirt. His was fully intact, unlike his younger coworkers and hid most of his solid frame. His skin had the deep tan of a local resident and his forearms were covered in sun-faded tattoos and a light dusting of blond hair that disappeared under his sleeves. Richie couldn't help but wonder how much of his body the ink-covered.

He's a definite Daddy type, similar to but sexier than the man Richie had seen at Boy Beach. The one whose glimmering cock ring was the catalyst for him to be in this current situation. It would’ve been so much easier if it was the same man, he thought as he looked down at the various circles below him locked away in the glass case.

“Were you thinking metal? Silicone? Rubber? Single ring or tiered? Did you want separation?” the friendly man asked gently, with curiosity that Richie recognized as actual customer service.

He couldn’t look up yet but started to feel more comfortable and felt his shoulders begin to relax.

“So I’m not sure...” the novice began, finally mustering up the courage to speak and wishing he had taken a couple of shots before leaving the hotel room.

Once he started talking the whole story of trial and error came out. His issue of the expansive difference from flaccid to engorged, hair pulling, pain, and other uncomfortable experiences. After rapidly unloading all of his cock ring woes on the man behind the counter, Richie sighs.

“So basically if it's big enough to not cut the circulation off when I’m hard, it can’t fall off when I’m soft. Trust me, trying to explain that clank is not something I want to do again,” Richie says, summing up his needs. 

The man smiled, thoroughly amused and full of understanding of what clank Richie was referring to.

“Well, I’d recommend something flexible. Not too thick where it’s constricting when you’re excited, but nothing loose or flimsy that it won’t do the job," the man suggests as he pulled out a few different options and laid them on the glass counter.

“Sounds perfect… what do you recommend?”

Richie felt comfortable and interested now that he has released his burden of concern, forgetting briefly where he was as he scans the options below him.

“Well, I prefer…” the man, started to respond, his hands withdrawing from the counter, reaching back towards the waistband of his loose mesh, bulging shorts. 

Richie’s throat dried up again when he realized that he was about to see the older man’s personal preference of accessory up close. Time moved slowly as the dark blond bush came into view as the elastic waistband moved south.

“Hey Bill, should we put out the carnival gear tonight?” the younger employee asked as he reappeared from the stock room.

His intrusion completely ruined the sexual tension that was building and Richie was surprised at how disappointed he felt from not getting a peak. He was never one for public or risky encounters but he was definitely feeling the moment. The clueless guy had a dopey grin on his face as he approached, his bare arms bulged around two big cardboard boxes.

“Not tonight Kev!” the man, who Richie now knew as Bill, replied curtly.

“Cool,” Kevin said as he made his way to the front.

With a quick glance at the counter, Kevin added to the formerly private conversation.

“Cockrings, an excellent accessory to every outfit,” the younger man said while giving the now crimson-faced Richie a seductive smile.

“I’ll head out then after I put these back,” Kevin said to Bill, gesturing to the boxes he was holding.

“Sounds good!” Bill practically barked, frustrated at the naive shop attendant.

"Maybe I'll see you out tonight," Kevin said, looking back at Richie on his way back to the stockroom.

Richie could see Bill's cock had grown since he last looked, tenting the loose shorts he was wearing. It was blatantly obvious the Daddy type didn't have anything on underneath his silky shorts except for the cockring Richie almost got to see.

Just as Bill was about to reengage his customer, a group of three skinny twinks entered the shop, giggling and chatting. Richie moved back allowing them into the cramped shop. His nerves had come back and he wanted out of the awkward situation. He was turned on and definitely wanted to see what Bill was packing behind the counter but also realized he was not sure what he would be expected to do right there in public.

“Shit! I have to meet my friends at Tea, I’ll come back," Richie said abruptly.

“Sure,” Bill gives him a warm knowing smile and watches him exit as quickly as he can.

Richie darted along the busy street to meet his friends and order a much-needed drink. He was definitely going back, he just needed to find a chance to do so.

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