I could still feel where his big meaty paw had smacked my ass hard.
It stung so much I had to stifle an embarrassing whimper.
Almost out of protest, I rubbed it slowly, but as my dick pulsed, to my amazement, I realized, the humiliating spank had somehow aroused me.
Deeply ashamed, I closed my eyes, ridden with guilt.
Yet the image of my reddened, beefy ass, splayed lewdly over the sales guy's lap, his handprints clearly marking my quivering cheeks, invaded my mind relentlessly.
The sales guy swatted my hand away and dug both his palms deep into the back of the suit, took a handful of each of my ass cheeks (as though he owned them) and raising them up as far as he could, "adjusted" them, the way he had "adjusted" my cock and my balls only moments earlier.
When he was done, even more of my crack was showing than before.
"There, now that's what I call ass cleavage!" he announced, satisfied. "Perfect!"
I looked at myself in the mirror.
He was standing behind me, holding me firmly by the hips, and openly leering at my voluptuous mounds, as both of my meaty cheeks practically spilled out of the swimsuit that struggled to contain them.
One of the older gentlemen let out a loud wolf whistle.
It startled me and almost awakened me from what had become, a deep, sensual trance.
I was shocked that such an elegant older man had been so crude, (I was still very naive) yet for some inexplicable reason, I liked it.
I liked it a lot.
It made me feel sexy, a little dirty, even wanton, and, of course, ever more aroused.
He seemed to know what I was thinking and flashed me a disreputable smile. His teeth were beautiful, white and dazzling.
I couldn't help myself. Sheepishly, I smiled back.
"Yes, I couldn't agree more." laughed the sales guy.
With a wink at Wolf Whistle, he let go of my hips while he moved back to get a better view.
Then scanning my body slowly from head to toe and putting his hand back to his chin, he pondered my ass until finally coming to a decision:
"Yep, that's the one, it fits him perfectly!"
With that he turned me around slowly to give the two older gentlemen a better look.
I was now clearly on display for their amusement.
I felt more exposed, vulnerable and horny than ever before.
My cock had remained rock hard the whole time.
Then he took my hand in his, led me out of the safety of the tiny little change-closet, and paraded me towards the three-way mirror opposite the counter.
We were now in the middle of the little shop, and in full view of the window.
I would be publicly exposed to anyone who happened to look inside.
The low-rise suit showed off half my ass crack.
What if more guys came into the shop? What would I do?
To my surprise, the very though heightened my arousal so intensely, I though both my heart and my cock were about to explode.
My face was crimson with shame but my cock, unmistakably, stood defiantly at attention.
What did this mean?
"What do you think, gentlemen?" asked the sales guy, unable to tear his eyes away from my ass.
"He does look amazing in it, doesn't he?" said Woolf Whistle, addressing his friend.
"I don't know", said the friend, raising his hand to his chin and stroking his salt and pepper goatee.
He circled around me and scanned my body slowly from top to bottom.
"Yes, yes, I must admit, of course he looks great in it, but with that body, he'd look great in a dirty dish rag."
"Though, that's the point, isn't it?" he continued with a mischievous grin while positioning himself behind me, "as good as he looks in it, I definitely think he looks much better with it off"
With that, he slid his finger playfully along the back of my waistband, lifted the suit slightly away from my body and pulled it all the way down to the very bottom of my crack leaving my both meaty ass cheeks fully exposed.
He stood back to admire them openly.
Then he winked mischievously at Sales Guy and in a low conspiratorial tone, he added,
"We were on our way home, happened to glance at your window and..."
The admission that they had come in because they had seen me fully and completely exposed from the shop window outside,
not only confirmed my fear it also further inflamed my desire.
How many other men (and women) had passed by the window that day, and had seen me like that?
The friend went on, waving his arm up and down towards me,
"This body is a work of art. It should be displayed with as little to conceal it as possible."
"Don't you have anything a... little more revealing?"
MORE revealing? I thought.
What could be MORE revealing? An X-ray?
"Of course I do" said Sales Guy excited, and quickly headed towards one of the racks to find it.
He fumbled furiously through assorted suits until,
"Ah, success, here it is!" He pulled it from the rack and handed it to the friend for his approval.
"I sell a lot these to the male exotic dancers who work the various clubs in the neighborhood."
"Fuck yeah, now there's an idea!" cried Wolf Whistle, suddenly animated and seemingly awakening from the trance of having leered at my bare ass for at least the last half hour.
"Our young friend here would make a bloody fucking fortune! They'd line up around the block for a chance to see this!" He said, moving close behind me.
Then he helped himself to a handful of one of my naked ass cheeks and wrapped his arm around me to squeeze one of my pecs.
I could feel the beads of sweat on my forehead as his thumb came dangerously close to one of my newly sensitive nipples.
"He'd make even more money doing private... um... private parties"
said the friend, casually, as he inspected the "male stripper suit", examining the tiny pouch, and turning it inside-out.
Then he handed it to Wolf Whistle, who reluctantly let go of my ass to retrieve it.
Suddenly I remembered my classmate, the girl who had proposed my doing a full monty striptease at her birthday party before we had both chickened out.
The weeks I had spent jerking off to the fantasy of slowly removing each and every article of my clothing, displaying myself, totally and completely naked, hard and aroused for her amusement and for that of all her friends. Exposed and vulnerable, while they all remained clothed, the wanton plaything for her party.
"Let's get this one off" said the Sales Guy.
He knelt down in front of me.
Only this time, when he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, he pulled the suit down ever so gradually, like a sensual, slow motion striptease, past my hips, revealing more and more of my shaft, until my cock popped out and hit my abs with a loud thwap.
"Fucking bloody hell" muttered Wolf Whistle.
Sales Guy paused, for a moment, then resumed the unveiling, past my thighs, calves and all the way down to my ankles.
I obediently raised each foot in turn as he slid the suit past my ankles and off me completely.
Then he turned me around so that I was now facing away from him.
I looked in the three-way mirror and saw that he was lingering on his knees, and staring hungrily at my naked, ample cheeks.
His face was so close to my ass, I could feel his hot breath and I wondered if he was actually going to go for it.
The image of his beautiful face buried deep into my ass flashed across my mind
as an erotic current ran up and down my spine powered both by his lust and his heavy breathing.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I was totally and completely naked again.
Only this time, I wasn't just standing naked within the safety of the tiny little change-closet and it's curtain.
I was standing naked, right in the middle of the little shop and even closer to the front window (and the busy street outside) than before.
Naked and hard, I stood before three fully clothed, older men, who were greedily lapping up every inch of my nakedness like thirsty dogs during a heat wave.
There was now absolutely no doubt, whatsoever, that since I was in full view of the window overlooking the busy street outside, I could be seen by anyone passing the shop window just as Wolf Whistle and friend had seen me earlier.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest.
For a moment I felt as though my legs were going to give way. The multitude of conflicting emotions flooded my brain and made my head swim.
I realized that I hadn't just been on display,
I had willingly and freely granted, three complete strangers, unlimited access to my body.
They were literally dressing and undressing me however and whenever they wished.
I was allowing them to do as they liked with neither resistance nor protest
and was still too ashamed to admit that I was enjoying being naked and hard,
as well as being groped and manhandled.
I had never been so intensely aroused!
Sales Guy got back up to his feet and turned to the friend.
"Is that what you had in mind?"
he asked pointing to the suit in Wolf Whistle's hands.
They both grinned.
"GREAT! Lets see how he looks in it. Shall we?"
and he reached out to retrieve the suit.
"Will you allow me, Sir?" asked Wolf Whistle with a wink.
Sales guy nodded and winked back.
He stepped aside, as though I were his property to share, and gallantly motioned Wolf Whistle towards me, with the theatricality of a magician who had just made all my clothes disappear.
"But of course," He said generously. "please, do be me my guest, Sir!"
"Thank you so much, Sir" replied Wolf Whistle
Their exchange reminded me of the ever so polite chipmunks from the Saturday morning cartoons I had enjoyed as a child.
Only they weren't cute little chipmunks. They were hungry wolves cornering their prey.
Wolf Whistle took off his gloves and hat and handed them to his friend. His salt and pepper hair was impeccably groomed.
He was a very handsome older man and he was about to further manhandle my naked body.
The thought sent a deliciously forbidden thrill coursing through every atom of my being.
I felt so dirty and so ashamed and yet the shame seemed to increase my lust exponentially.
He knelt in front of me, holding the suit for me to step into.
His face was barely an inch from my hard cock, which bobbed comically between us, as I shifted from one foot to the other.
He slid the suit past my feet, up my legs and over my ample ass cheeks.
He left my hard cock exposed, still bobbing, over the waistband of the suit. I could feel his hot breath and for a moment thought he was going to take me in his mouth and suck me, right there in the middle of the little shop.
Like the other suit, I had on before, this was another low-rise, showing at least half my ass crack, only the sides couldn't have been more than an eighth of an inch wide (if that) and the pouch would barely hold my cock and balls if ever given the chance.
I stole a glance at myself in the 3-way mirror. I looked obscenely naked. My cock twitched again.
I was still very confused.
Why was I so turned on by all this?
Wolf Whistle, who had unbuttoned his beautifully tailored coat before kneeling in front of me, reluctantly lifted the pouch up over my hard cock and "adjusted" it just as he had seen Sales Guy do earlier.
Only he took much longer than necessary.
By now, of course, he knew I would let him manhandle, grope and play with me for as long as he wished.
I was in heaven!
I was rock hard, began breathing heavily, and was on the verge of moaning.
Finally, he grabbed me firmly by my hips and spun me around, so he could have full access to my ass.
He dug both hands deep into the back of the suit, lustily grabbed a handful of each of my ass cheeks and pulled them up and apart to get that "perfect ass cleavage".
Then he slowly pulled his palms out of the back of the suit, while running the middle finger of one of his hands slowly and seductively up between my ass crack, (accidentally?) brushing it up against my hole.
I held my breath to stifle a moan.
Not yet satisfied, he gently smoothed the fabric over my ass, with his palms.
I didn't stop him.
He gave me a hard, playful swat on my right buttock.
I yelped and my eyes rolled back in my head as I rubbed my sore ass. He pushed my hand aside, replacing it with his own, and softly caressed my tender cheek possesively, as if to soothe it.
Meanwhile, his friend came over to my left, hooked his thumb inside the suit, lifted it away from my body and started to fiddle with what looked like a tiny little buckle.
"Is this decorative?" he asked Sales Guy.
Wolf Whistle had moved even closer behind me, his body practically engulfing mine,
I could feel the chill on his winter coat against my naked skin and his hot breath on the back of my neck.
"The clasps actually work" explained Sales Guy. " It's how the strippers take it off while performing onstage. Here, let me show you."
With that, he moved to my right, lifted the suit away from my body and fiddled with the clasp until it snapped open.
"Oh, yes, I see," said the friend. "Like this?" and snapped open the other clasp.
Wolf Whistle momentarily stepped back, and let go of my ass cheeks.
I looked down as both the front and back of the suit fell, revealing my cock and my ass.
I spread my legs a little further apart, to dislodge the suit, and we all watched as it fluttered to the floor and landed at my bare feet.
Sales Guy quickly snatched it up.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was naked, once again, and rock hard, in the middle of the little shop, and surrounded by three fully clothed older men.
I turned my head and looked towards the window. It was snowing heavily and looked colder than ever outside.
The loud traffic from the busy street was now a long forgotten and discarded memory.
I felt like a sexual haze had descended to engulf me like an evening mist on a sweltering summer evening.
Wolf Whistle, resumed his position, only now. instead of gently caressing, he was openly groping and kneading my naked ass cheeks.
He raised one of his hands and ran his thumb along my lips while still groping my ass with his other hand.
As if reading his mind, I opened my mouth and began wantonly sucking on his thumb, getting it thoroughly wet, until he extracted it from my mouth and seductively slipped it between my ass crack.
While sliding it brazenly, up and down, along my hole, (it had been no accident) and teasing it mercilessly, he hungrily nuzzled the back of my neck with his hot, wet, mouth.
I trembled.
He wrapped an arm around me, started kneading my right pec and began flicking one of my sensitive nipples with his thumb.
"Mmm..sexy, sexy boy..." he growled in my ear.
"You love being naked like this, don't you? Fucking hot, hunky, exhibitionist, aren't you?"
Is that it? I wondered. Is that what I am, an "exhibitionist"? Is that what all this means?
"Will you be coming over to our place to give us private shows? Be our naked private dancer?" He went on, as he continued to maul me.
"Or maybe at our next party, for all our dinner guests, you'll be our naked butler for the evening?"
I moaned as he continued to pinch and pull at my nipples.
"Oh yeah, there you go. Sexy, sexy boy, You'd like that, wouldn't you? Not a stitch of clothes on, answering the door stark naked and serving food and drinks to a room full of my swanky guests? Everybody watching you, drooling over your hot body, the only one totally and completely naked?"
"Maybe we'll start you off fully dressed in a proper butler's uniform and spend the rest of the evening undressing you slowly, one article of clothing at a time. You love being slowly undressed, and played with don't you?"
"Would you like to live out that fantasy hunky boy?
We can definitely make that happen for you."
"God, you're so fucking hot "
I felt an electric charge run from my nipples and spread throughout my whole body, as he mercilessly continued to play with them, pinching and pulling them until I thought I would lose my mind.
My eyes rolled back, I threw back my head onto Wolf Whistle's shoulder and moaned uncontrollably.
"Mmmm...oh yes, that's right, baby, I thought so,"
He said as he nibbled my ear lobe with his beautiful teeth and worked his tongue along my neck and inside my ear.
"We're going to have to keep finding all sorts of ways to get you totally and completely naked, in public, to satisfy all these exhibitionist tendencies of your's, aren't we, sexy boy?"
A bead of pre-cum slowly oozed from the tip of my cock.
The friend immediately fell to his knees and eagerly lapped it up before it could fall to the floor.
The incongruity of having a distinguished older gentleman on his knees and shamelessly worshipping at the altar of my cock, though confusing, was both exhilarating and intoxicating.
Yet any feelings of exultation were short lived as he quickly took complete control of my cock.
Though it was he who was on his knees, I realized that it was I who had become the dominated slave.
My knees buckled and I almost collapsed,
but Wolf Whistle held me tight, standing behind me with both hands cupping my pecs, teasing my nipples with his thumbs and grinding his hard cock up against my ass.
The pretext of the swimsuit fashion show was now clearly over.
They both continued working me over with expert tongues.
Wolf Whistle slowly slid his tongue from inside my ear, across my neck, down my spine and all the way down to the small of my back.
Once he was on his knees behind me, I could feel his hot, heavy breath on my ass. The light dusting of hair on my ass cheeks stood at attention.
He put his palms on them and caressed them gently before running his bristly, bearded face, ever so lightly, against my naked skin.
It sent a shiver up my spine.
Grabbing a handful of each cheek, he parted them, revealing my quivering hole, then he teased the perimeter with soft, wet, gentle licks, before burying his bristly face between them and plunging his tongue deep inside me.
I rolled back my eyes and moaned loudly.
Meanwhile his friend was proving to be an expert cocksucker, playing my cock like a virtuoso playing a trumpet in a concert symphony.
Ever increasing the crescendo of sexual tension, he brought me to the very precipice over and over without ever allowing me the exquisite pleasure of release.
He used his skill like a sadistic and accomplished master, showing absolutely no mercy to my ever frustrated cock.
My balls ached for the release he seemed to have no intention of granting.
As both he and Wolf Whistle continued to play with my body, (as though it were an instrument as priceless as a Stradivarius), a symphony of sensations vibrated right through me, and lifted me up to the very summit of a sublime eroticism I had never before experienced.
Suddenly everything went dark.
I heard a click and looked towards the front of the shop.
Sales guy had shut off the light, locked the door and turned over the sign from
"OPEN" to CLOSED".
The sun had set and a lonely street lamp opposite the shop barely illuminated the dark night outside.
(To Be Continued... )
