Taylor and the Tailor

On Saturday, I made time to get in a good hard workout and then got dressed and ready for the dance. The suit fit perfectly, and Mom was super happy with the way it looked on me. I met Ty and Joey and their dates for dinner then we all headed over to the school gym for the dance. Bethany was there and we hung out for a little while. After the dance, the guys wanted some time with their dates, so I ended up heading home alone.  

The house was dark when I got home. I grabbed some food then went to my room to get undressed and go to bed. I stood in front of the full-length mirror looking at myself. I checked out how the suit fit, how my shoulders filled out the jacket, and how my arms seemed to bulge in the sleeves. I liked the look of the bright white shirt as it contoured my body and narrowed at the waist. The silk tie felt so soft in my hand as I ran my hand over it. Recalling that both items were borrowed from Ahmed at the tailor shop.

I ran my hand down over the trousers and I could almost feel Ahmed’s hand running over my leg. My dick began to twitch and slowly grow as the memories flashed back to me. I pulled down the zipper and pulled my quickly growing cock out through the fly just like Ahmed had. I looked at my dick sticking proudly out from the open navy-blue slacks, and I ran my hand over the top surface. My dick was warm to the touch as my hand gently brush over it.  

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and began to move it slowly back and forth, trying to remember how Ahmed’s hand felt. I imagined his chin on my shoulder and his beard running along my neck. The sensation that seemed to send waves of tingles all over my body. I enjoyed the feeling of my hand on my cock, just as I had done many times before, but I was lacking the feeling when he pulled me to his body and wrapped his arm around me tightly.  

As I thought about the encounter, my dick began to spasm and my heartbeat increased. I watched in the mirror as my piss slip opened and a jet of cum shot forward hitting the mirror and the floor. I continued stroking as more cum shot forward toward the mirror. Quickly I put my free hand under my dick to avoid getting any of my cum onto my trousers. Cum flowed and trickled into my hand as my dick went through its final spasms.

I looked at the cum on the mirror, floor, and my hand, then carefully reached over to get a towel for my hand still concerned about getting any of it on my suit. Once my hand was clean, I began to carefully remove the suit, tie, and shirt before carefully placing them on their hangers and hooking them onto the closet door. I grabbed the towel and cleaned my mess from the mirror and the floor, then buried the towel in my laundry basket. After a final clean-up, I brushed my teeth and climbed into bed. I could still feel my body's reaction to the powerful orgasm as I shut off the light and went to sleep.

On Monday morning as I was getting ready for school, I placed the shirt, tie, and belt into the bag from the tailor shop so that I could return them after school. All during the day all I could think about was the tailor shop. When class was finally over, I had a quick hang with Ty and Joey and left campus to head to the shop. As I stepped in Ahmed was helping a woman with something he had mended. I waited patiently for her to finally pay and leave.

She finally took her item and made her way out of the store. I watched Ahmed as he took some notes on a pad. He wore another blue shirt, this time dark blue with a dark tie. Each of his shirts seemed like they were custom fit to his body. Ahmed moved back and forth at the counter not looking up from his work. “How was the dance?” he finally asked, breaking the silence. I felt my heart beating in my chest, and I found it difficult to find words. “Good.” I managed to finally get out.

“You can leave the bag on the hook,” Ahmed said, pointing his head to the end of the counter, still not looking up. I moved to the hook and slowly placed the shirt, tie, and belt as he asked. I waited to see if he would look up at me. “The suit fit me really well,” I added, hoping to get a reaction. Ahmed finally looked up at me for a second then down again at his notepad.

“Is there something else you need?” Ahmed asked. “I guess not,” I said my voice slightly sounding my disappointment. I began to turn to leave the store. “Did you need another fitting?” Ahmed asked, and the question was very strange since I only had one suit. I turned to look at him and his eyes seemed to pierce me. I stared at him for a moment, not really understanding what he meant.

Ahmed turned and walked behind the curtain while I stood alone in the empty store. I cautiously moved to the curtain and placed the back of my hand to push it open. Ahmed was standing by the box in front of the mirror, the yellow tape measure wrapped around his neck. “Step up onto the box,” Ahmed said, and I climbed up on the carpeted box in front of the 3-way mirror looking over my shoulder, watching Ahmed.

Ahmed stepped up onto the box behind me as he had before. He placed his right hand on my shoulder, then reached around and placed his left hand on my waist. My breath began to deepen as his left hand moved slowly to my inner thigh just below my balls. Ahmed moved in closer, bringing his body to touch mine. I felt his chin rest on my shoulder. The warmth of his cheek next to mine.

My dick was rock hard and pressing down my leg. It was so hard it felt like it could break through my pants. I looked at his hand in the mirror as he moved it just around the outline in my pants and not touching it. “Please touch it already,” I was screaming in my head. Ahmed moved his right hand to my shirt and began to open the top couple of buttons, slowly popping one, then another. Once it was open, he ran his hand over my chest, inspecting each curve and muscle with his fingers.

His hand on my skin only made my dick harder and my breathing more difficult. In my frustration, I took his left hand and moved it to my dick. He touched it for a moment then pulled it away. I shot him a look in the mirror and his face had no reaction. He just looked back at me. I took a deep breath and forced myself to try to calm down. Once he sensed I had relaxed he moved his hand back to my leg, still not touching my swollen cock.

Ahmed’s hand glided over my chest and abs, his fingers brushing over my nipples sending waves of goosebumps over my skin. Each time his fingers brushed a nipple, it forced me to let out a sigh. Ahmed moved his forefinger and thumb to my left nipple and began to surround the tip, gently grasping it. This sent the biggest wave of goosebumps over me.

I closed my eyes and sucked in some air as he gently applied pressure. Ahmed’s body was pressed tight to mine and I could feel his dick pressed against me. Then he moved his lips to my neck and ran them up from my shoulder to my ear. His beard tickled me as he went. I found myself leaning into him, feeling his lips on my neck, feeling myself in his grip as he touched me with his hands and his lips.

Ahmed stopped. He pulled his hand from my leg, and his hand from my chest and I felt him back away from me. I stood feeling alone standing in front of the mirror. Ahmed stepped down off the platform and moved slightly to the right looking silently at me in the mirror, then he stepped left watching me from every angle. I stood still not sure what he was doing.

“Turn to me,” Ahmed said, his voice commanding but also gentle. I turned to face him. Again, Ahmed moved left then right looking at me in the mirror. “Remove your shirt,” Ahmed said. I began to feel awkward and didn’t move for a moment. “Remove your shirt!” Ahmed said, again. This time more forcefully. I popped open the remaining buttons and pulled the shirt out of my pants then pulled it off my body. Ahmed extended his hand to take the shirt, then he laid it on a chair.

Ahmed just looked at me, examining me quietly with his eyes. “Remove your pants” Ahmed ordered, next. I opened the belt and then the top button and began unzipping the fly. The whole time Ahmed watched my every movement. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants standing in front of Ahmed in just my briefs. My dick was rock hard and straining against the material.

Ahmed took the pants and placed them with the shirt. There was no reaction on his face. “Remove your underwear,” Ahmed ordered, and I felt my heart race and my face turn beet red. This was the hardest for me to do. I had never been fully naked and hard with anyone and now this virtual stranger was ordering me to strip down completely. Ahmed shot me a look when I moved too slowly, but with trembling fingers, I reached for the band and pulled the briefs out and over my hard dick. Then lowered them down my legs before stepping out of them.

My dick was hard and pointing straight forward and directly at Ahmed. I didn’t move as he held me with his eyes; slowly examining me from every angle. Ahmed stepped forward and up onto the platform standing in front of me. The only thing between us was the length of my hard dick. I could smell his cologne and feel his body heat as he stood in front of me.

“Remove my tie,” Ahmed said. I hesitated for a moment, then reached up and began to loosen the knot. I had lost control of my fingers from being so nervous. Finally, I was able to open it up. Before I could pull it out of the shirt collar, Ahmed took it in hand and pulled it free. Holding the dark silk carefully, he ran it quickly over my dick. The soft material teased dick as he moved.

“Open my shirt,” Ahmed ordered. His words were gentle but commanding. I reached for the buttons and began to open them as carefully as I could. I had a strange desire to do as I was told. I began unbuttoning the starched shirt, one button at a time. Each button revealed a bit more of Ahmed’s body. His chest was coated in a fine layer of dark hair, similar to that on his head and beard. As I moved down, his abs were also covered with a fine layer of hair. When I reached the button at the top of his belt and could go no further, I began to extract the shirt from his pants. Ahmed stood and watched as I continued not stopping me. I wasn’t sure what to do next, so I began to remove his shirt, pealing it over his muscled shoulders and down his thick arms.

I held the shirt in my hands without wanting to drop it on the ground. Ahmed handed me the tie then tilted his head toward the hanger indicating I should go hang up the shirt and tie. I stepped off the platform, my hard dick swinging as I moved, hung the shirt up, and placed the tie on a hook, before coming back to the platform to stand in front of Ahmed, still keeping us separated by the length of my cock.

This was the first time I was able to see Ahmed’s body; he was as well-defined and muscular as his tight shirts revealed. What surprised me was the dark swathes of hair across his pecs and running down his mid-section and over his abs.  Ahmed moved closer, his body pushing my rigid cock to the side. My heart continued to beat in my chest as he moved closer. Ahmed’s eyes stared into mine, giving no indication of his intent. I couldn’t look away as he locked me in his gaze.

Ahmed took another step forward, keeping a razor-thin gap between us. It was close enough that just the hair on his body seemed to brush against my skin. My breathing became even more labored as my dick throbbed from the anticipation. It felt like a long time as he just stood there staring at me, controlling me with his gaze. Finally, he moved closer, bringing his body into full contact with mine.

Ahmed brought his arms around my body, pulling me deeper into him, then moved his mouth to my neck. I could feel his lips running over my naked shoulder as he gently kissed the skin, then slid them over and up my neck. I began to relax into him, allowing the sensations to wash over my body. Ahmed continued moving his lips onto my jawline running them from my ear to my chin.

Then Ahmed moved his mouth to mine, touching his lips to my lips. His lips were thick and warm as they touched mine. He waited, staring into my eyes as if asking for permission. I closed my eyes and Ahmed took that as approval, opening his mouth slowly. Mine opened in response, and I felt the warmth of his breath as his tongue touched my lips. Ahmed placed one hand on my neck pulling me to him, then our heads automatically turned in opposite directions as we began to kiss.

I seemed to melt into Ahmed as he held me in his embrace, feeling the intimacy of his tongue in my mouth. My heart raced as my body was enveloped in an amazing feeling that was beyond words. Ahmed continued his kiss, varying it from deep and passionate to soft and tender. Our flesh pressed together as one. I could feel the bulge of his dick in his pants swelling and pressing against me.

I moved my hand between our bodies feeling for his belt buckle, trying to get enough space to open it. Ahmed grabbed my hand and pulled it behind my back, not breaking the kiss. A feeling of frustration rose in me. Ahmed moved his lips from my mouth and ran them down my neck. He moved his head back. “What do you want?” He asked. I didn’t know how to answer. I was going more on instinct than purpose.

“What do you want?” He asked again, this time more impatiently. “I want to feel you,” I said, the words were soft and tinged with embarrassment. Ahmed smiled, then stepped back separating our bodies. “Open my belt,” Ahmed instructed. I moved slowly thinking it was some form of a test. My hands touched the black leather belt and slowly opened it. “Open my slacks,” Ahmed said when the belt was opened. As I moved, I felt scared and anxious, excited, and curious, all at the same time.

I opened the button and then pulled the zipper down and began to push the pants down Ahmed’s hips. Ahmed did not stop me as I lowered them. The pants fell to his ankles. Ahmed was wearing a pair of silk boxers, and his dick was pushing the material out like a tent. Before I could move my hand forward to touch it, Ahmed stepped back and removed his shoes and pants. He handed me the pants like he had with the shirt and tie indicating I should hang them up.

I took the pants and placed them on a hanger next to the shirt and tie, then returned to the platform taking my place once again in front of him. Ahmed stood proud, his body strong, his furry muscled abs tapering into the top of his silk boxers, his boner pushing against the material. “Go ahead,” he said, watching me. I reached my hand forward slowly until I touched the tip of his cock in the silk boxers. The spot was wet with precum as my fingers closed on it.

Ahmed dropped his shoulders and pushed his hands into the band of the silk briefs, then began to lower them slowly, watching my expression as he moved. I could see his lower abs, then his pubes. The band pulled his cock down as he continued to lower the boxers. I could see the base of his cock as it extended from his pubes, then the briefs slid further down the base, pulling his cock downward. Finally, the briefs reached the head and his dick snapped arching upward towards his body.

Ahmed allowed the briefs to fall to the ground and looked up at me with a smile. Ahmed’s dick was a perfectly straight tube of flesh. There was no mushroom head visible as his foreskin engulfed the head. Precum glistened at the opening of the foreskin. I was mesmerized by his dick and couldn’t look away.

Ahmed reached for my hand and placed it onto the shaft. My fingers wrapped gently around it, feeling the hardness and the warmth. Ahmed covered my hand with his and slid my hand over his cock, causing the foreskin to pull back and slowly reveal the exposed head. Ahmed stepped forward and I released his dick as our bodies meshed once more. His dick pressed against me as he brought his hand to the back of my head bringing his mouth to mine.

I could feel the intensity of his kiss. The immediacy of it and the power behind it. I opened my mouth feeling his tongue probing me, taking what he wanted from me. I felt our dicks meshing in unison, pulsing, and throbbing in our connection. Ahmed wrapped his free arm around my back and pulled me into him as he began to grind his dick into mine, sliding it up and down against me.

Precum oozed from Ahmed’s cock, as he smeared it against me. Each grind seemed to spread a bit more of the clear fluid, allowing his dick to slide more easily against me. “Fuck” Ahmed said, abruptly pulling his mouth from mine. Ahmed spun me around so quickly I almost fell over, then held me at a distance with one hand on my shoulder. Ahmed began to do something behind me that I couldn’t see then he moved forward, and I felt his dick begin to slide against the crack of my ass. Ahmed ran his dick further into the crack spreading precum as it slid lower and lower until it was positioned at the bottom of my ass. Then I felt him position his dick sliding it in between my legs.

As it slipped in, I could feel his dick throb between my legs as his body moved closer to mine. Ahmed placed both hands on my chest cupping my pecs. With a very slow motion, he began to slide his dick back, then pushed forward. He repeated this slowly, several more times. Each time it felt better. I stood tall allowing his dick to fuck the space between my legs enjoying the new and unexpected sensation.

“Fuck!” Ahmed grunted again. He moved his hands from my chest and grabbed hold of my hips, then he arched his back and began to thrust harder between my legs. I looked into the mirror watching him as he ground his dick into me, holding my body. There was an intensity on his face. With each jab, he drove harder into me. Ahmed began to pant and groan as his fucking became more erratic. I could feel the sweat between our bodies as he continued to use me.

Ahmed gyrated and ground into me with so much energy that a few times his dick popped out from between my legs and ran up my ass poking at my hole. Each time Ahmed pushed his dick back into the spot between my legs, slick with his precum.

The feeling was odd and incredible, and I felt my own dick swelling and dripping precum onto the carpeted platform. His dick was massaging my inner thighs in a way that was making my dick throb. I began to lean forward driving my hips back against his forward thrust. “Yeah Taylor, that’s it,” Ahmed grunted so low, that I barely heard it over the sloshing sound of his cock.

My dick began to swell, and my body began to feel waves of sexual energy that was so intense that I couldn’t think straight. “Oh fuck, I’m going to cum,” I heard myself moan. How was this possible, I hadn’t even touched my cock, but sure enough, my dick spasmed and cum began to shoot out. The first blast was so intense that my body began to shake.   

As my first spurt of cum shot from me, I heard Ahmed moan and I felt warm cum between my legs. This sensation drove my own orgasm as more cum shot from my dick and Ahmed pumped more cum between my legs. Cum pooled on the dark carpet in front of me as warm cum ran between my legs. Ahmed slowed his fucking motion and just seemed to be sliding his cock around feeling the wet cum he had deposited.

Ahmed watched me in the mirror as I looked back at him. His hands held my hips as our bodies just seemed to slow together. Then Ahmed moved his hands from my hips and wrapped them around my body, holding me in his arms. I felt the mixture of our sweat as our bodies moved together. Ahmed began to place soft kisses on my shoulder, and I pushed my head back to rest it against his.