NOTE: Everyone in this story is 18 years of age or older!
The sales guy looked up, as I entered, and greeted me with a knowing smile.
Was it just my imagination
or had he actually seen me earlier, loitering in front of his shop window
and gawking at the hypnotically beautiful Greek gods, displayed so enticingly on his posters?
Without words, they had relentlessly beguiled me towards something so forbidden yet so tempting, I had neither the strength nor the will to refuse.
My resistance was as doomed as the convict awaiting the executioner.
Yet my heartbeat accelerated, fueled not just by fear but by an inexplicable and delicious anticipation.
Of course he had seen me!
The very thought was mortifying.
Though fully clothed, I had never felt more utterly exposed.
The heat of my embarrassment intensified as it spread rapidly across my face.
I looked down at my feet and managed to croak out an apprehensive hello.
Willing myself to look back up again, I returned his smile, uneasily.
He was older, (probably around my dad's age), and quite good looking.
His eyes were big and brown and his lashes were long, thick and black. He had beautiful, clear, caramel skin and sexy full lips.
He was probably in his late 30s, (maybe even a well preserved 40ish?), and though not as muscular as me, he was a stocky little fireplug and built like he worked out regularly.
Despite my unease, I couldn't help but notice how well his butt and his bulge filled out his trousers.
Busily unpacking what looked like a new shipment of swimsuits, he exuded a calm, confident and capable manner.
I found myself fascinated by his hands.
They were big, square and powerful looking.
The sudden image of my naked flesh, yielding, to his strong, firm grip, flashed seductively through my mind.
I began to feel a familiar tightening in my underwear and
without realizing it,
I licked my lips.
He caught me checking him out and I wanted to die on the spot.
Was it too late for me to back out?
I wanted to turn around and run back outside to safety.
Instead, as if on auto-pilot, my legs took complete control and carried me to the nearest clothes rack across the room.
Praying I wouldn't trip over my big, clumsy feet, I could feel my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
He stepped out from behind the counter, stood beside me, and very casually helped me pick out a swimsuit.
His manly aroma (aftershave, mingled with his natural, musky scent) invaded my nostrils with the power and force of an intoxicating drug.
Rendered completely deaf to anything he may have said, I was mesmerized by the movement of his luscious, full lips as he spoke to me.
In a daze, I watched, as he quickly and efficiently, sorted through the racks in pursuit of the perfect bathing suit for me to try on.
Before I knew it, he had ushered me towards the back of his little shop, and into the tiniest change-room I had ever seen.
It was barely larger than a broom closet, directly opposite the store window, and in full view of the busy street outside.
It was so cramped, I could barely move.
I literally struggled to breathe, as though I had been trapped within the walls of a suffocating crypt.
With every last ounce of my remaining self control, I closed my eyes and willed myself to calm down.
Finally, I managed to take off my gloves, heavy coat, thick woolen scarf, and boots.
I hesitated, for a few moments, before working up the courage to unzip my pants and pulled them down and off, along with my underwear.
The floor was cold, and I shivered.
At the last minute, I decided leave on my thick woolen socks.
Standing there, bottomless, my heavy cock flopping around, I accidentally glanced at the full length mirror on the wall beside me.
I already had a sizable semi.
How I was going to stuff it discreetly into the impossibly tiny pouch of the swimsuit the sales guy had picked out for me?
I had barely enough time to pull the suit up over my ass, balls and rapidly growing cock, before he startled me by jerking the curtain aside.
He, clearly liked what he saw.
His beautiful brown eyes widened noticeably, and this time, it was he, who licked his lips.
I quickly looked over at my reflection again.
The young man looking back at me from the mirror, had thighs that were thick and muscular and an ass that was meaty, round and firm.
The pouch looked impressively full.
An erotic current, fueled by fear, shame and lust, electrified my body.
In an instant, I was transported back to my high school locker room after the summer of my 18th birthday.
That same unexpected and secret thrill, from the reactions to my naked body, had now reignited a forgotten sensual flame.
What did this mean?
I could feel the raw heat intensify as it radiated from my body.
Afraid, I quickly looked away.
The floor was cold and I was (despite my thick, woolen socks) actually trembling.
The sales guy, very gently, put his hands on my hips, looked into my eyes and slowly shook his head.
Then, in the kind of low, reassuring voice a horse trainer would use to soothe a nervous young colt, he said:
"We can't possibly see how you look in that suit, unless we get you out of the rest of these clothes, now can we?"
I gulped audibly and nodded my head like an obedient child.
My heart beat even faster and my cock twitched at the mere mention of getting completely undressed in front of this stranger.
Had he noticed?
Then suddenly it occurred to me.
He said "we".
Was he going to undress me?
Was I actually going to allow this attractive older man, a complete stranger, to take off the rest of my clothes?
Even as I asked myself the question, I already knew the answer.
Confused and alarmed by the inexplicable compulsion to surrender to him,
I felt another overwhelming wave of delicious anticipation wash over me.
The heat of my arousal intensified until it raged uncontrollably.
I could feel all resistance melting, as though it were nothing but hot liquid flowing rapidly down a drain pipe.
The sales guy reached up, and gently took off the warm woolen hat that covered my head and ears.
Then he ran his fingers through my thick mop of hair, shaking it playfully.
Before I knew it, he had lifted my over-sized jacket from my shoulders and slid it down my arms and off.
Then he guided my arms up over my head, and I leaned forward, as he pulled off my big, lumpy sweater.
Finally, he pulled off my undershirt.
It had sweat stains, under the armpits, that carried a strong musky scent.
I was embarrassed,
but to my amazement, he held it firmly in his powerful fist, raised it to his nose and inhaled deeply as thought it were a fragrant bouquet of freshly cut flowers.
"Mmm.. strong and manly for such a sweet boy" he said, gently caressing my cheek with the back of his other hand.
"Nice"
I could feel a strange tingling spread throughout my whole body, as an old forgotten longing almost made me cry.
No one had called me "a sweet boy" since before my sudden transformation into manhood the summer after my 18th birthday.
I had just turned 19, and was still not accustomed to my new body.
I felt a fraud, as though I were still a child pretending to be a grownup.
My unfamiliar body felt like I was wearing one of my dad's large, hand me down suits.
Finally, the sales guy knelt in front of me, lifted first one foot and then the other, as he took off each of my thick woolen socks.
Now, even my feet were bare.
As he slowly removed each article of my clothing, I could sense the gradual shedding of all my inhibitions and all my defenses.
Having tenderly and thoroughly undressed me, he gathered up all my of clothes, including my boots and heavy coat, and took them away, to store them securely behind his counter.
He had separated me from every single last article of my clothing,
and left me wearing nothing, but a skimpy little swimsuit,
just like the impossibly beautiful hunks, on the posters, displayed in his shop window.
Yet, I felt none of their manly confidence, none of their languid sensual ease, and none of their testosterone fueled bravado.
Instead, I just stood there, like a terrified little boy lost in a shopping mall.
Part of me wanted to hide myself behind the curtain, but another part, much stronger, compelled me, like an overwhelming addiction, to stay as I was.
The busy street was barely twenty feet from where I was standing, the curtain was wide open and I was fully exposed, (practically naked), to anyone passing by outside.
It was both my worst nightmare and my most secret, most intense, and most uncontrollable desire.
When he returned, his eyes scanned my body from top to bottom, and the bulge in his pants was noticeably larger.
I was certain he could see that my own cock had continued to swell in the pouch that could barely contain it.
"Now let's see how this fits." He said efficiently, as he nonchalantly placed his strong hands back on my hips.
My cock responded to his touch with a twitch that he certainly must have noticed.
He slowly and very methodically ran his powerful fingers, first under the waistband and then along each of the leg openings, taking his time to properly adjust the suit on my body.
In the process he (accidentally?) brushed his thumbs, ever so lightly, along my cock and my balls so that I almost thought I had imagined it.
Though his hands were large and powerful, his touch was as soft and as sensual as an erotic whisper.
As I fell gradually, into a deep, sensual, slumber, the loud, raucous traffic outside was slowly fading, far, far away.
Then, with his hands returning to my hips, he gently turned me around and slid both his palms over my ass, tenderly (and methodically) smoothing the back of the suit over my ample, muscular mounds.
I let him go on.
It was as though, in a trance, I had succumbed to the exceptional skill of the most expert and most gifted of hypnotists.
He turned me around once more, then, unexpectedly, reached into the pouch and casually took hold of my cock.
I gasped.
Our eyes met.
I could feel myself drowning in the dark liquid beauty of his deep brown eyes.
I was under his spell.
As if drugged, I simply lowered my eyes and looked down, passively, into the pouch while he took complete possession of my throbbing cock.
It was as though I had been rendered powerless, paralyzed, while a long concealed, and intense desire, was freed, at long last, from the shackles of every last ounce of my resistance.
He casually and ever so gently, maneuvered my cock as though it were a dial on a clock, slowly rotating it, clockwise:
From 12:00, to 3:00, to 6:00, and then to 9:00.
Finally, he decided, ( just as I felt I was about to explode)
that "it" looked best laying along the side and pointed towards my right hip at 9:00.
Satisfied, he gently and almost lovingly smoothed the fabric over my cock, after tucking it back in place.
For a moment, when he was done, I actually thought he was going to kiss it goodnight.
Of course, as he manhandled my cock, it had grown impressively, much to his utter, complete and unashamed enjoyment.
Oh, how I envied his brazenness!
Of course I didn't stop him.
He turned me around again and smoothed the fabric over my meaty ass once more.
His palms still caressing my meaty mounds, he looked over at my reflection in the full length mirror.
I followed his gaze and saw myself, almost naked, succumbing, to his seductive touch.
We made eye contact in the mirror. He winked at me mischievously and flashed me a sexy smile.
I smiled back sheepishly, enslaved by a kind of sexual stupor.
"You know," he growled playfully, in my ear, as the ass groping continued,
"As hot and as sexy as you look in this suit..." He gently shook his head, almost nuzzling the back of my neck,
"I'm sorry, it just doesn't do you justice. With such a round, beefy ass..."
He continued, squeezing each cheek, as if to punctuate every word,
"...you should be in something that REALLY shows it off."
After a playful smack on one of my cheeks and one last lingering grope,
he reluctantly took a couple of steps back to survey my ass more carefully.
Then, almost theatrically, he put his hand to his chin.
"Yes, I think something in a low-rise..." he mused, nodding his head,
"Lets get you into a couple of more suits."
Then, without warning,
he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, and in one swift motion pulled the suit all the way down to my ankles.
Released from it's confinement, my hard cock smacked up, defiantly, against my abs.
Impatiently, he tapped one of my ankles.
Though in a daze, I understood his meaning, and obediently raised first one foot, and then the other, as he slid the suit past each foot and off me completely.
I just stood there, in front of the little tiny dressing room, and in full view of the front window,
naked, rock hard, and utterly lost in the erotic abandon he had just unleashed.
"Mmm," His voice now velvety, low and husky, "very nice" and he, mischievously, with the lightest touch imaginable, slid his dark index finger over the length of my engorged, milky white, shaft.
Then he stood up, and playfully tousled my hair again, before gently lifting my chin with one hand while firmly taking hold of my cock with the other.
I lowered my eyes and parted my lips. I thought he was going to kiss me.
Instead,
he moved his hand from my chin and brushed his thumb softly and gently along my lips, moistening them with my own saliva.
Then he looked into my eyes.
"For such a big, strong guy" he whispered softly, as he squeezed my cock in his powerful fist,
"you're really just a sweet, gentle, boy, aren't you?"
I melted, stifled a whimper down into the back of my throat and swallowed hard.
He seemed to know me better than I did myself.
He caressed my burning cheek affectionately, with the back of one hand, while still massaging my cock within the powerful grip of the other.
"So fucking adorable and so incredibly hunky at the same time." he said, more to himself than to me.
Finally, he knelt back down in front of me, cupped my balls gently and slid his thumb, still covered in my own saliva, along the full length of my hard cock, back and forth, before taking it firmly again in his powerful fist.
We made eye contact, as he looked up at me.
I could actually feel his hot breath stir the fine hairs on my balls,
when suddenly,
he lightly brushed his luscious, full lips along my shaft and flicked his tongue playfully, (just once), on the very tip of my throbbing knob.
I rolled back my eyes, unable to suppress the moan, that had just escaped from very depths of my long imprisoned need.
All the blood that had seemingly drained from my brain was now pulsing violently in my cock.
Then, abruptly, he let go of both my cock and my balls and got back up on his feet.
"Now lets find you that low-rise suit." he said
With that, he headed towards the front of the shop, leaving me standing there naked, hard, and frustrated.
Yet again, he left without drawing the dressing-room curtain.
Loud honking of horns, from the busy traffic outside, now summoned me back from my erotic slumber.
Slowly awakening, as if from a wet dream interrupted by an annoying alarm clock, I looked towards the window.
It had starting snowing heavily outside.
Suddenly, I realized, that this time, anybody passing by the shop could glance towards the window and would most probably see me,
not in just a skimpy little swimsuit as before,
but totally and completely naked, AND rock hard!
My heart pounded loudly in my chest, overwhelmed by a raging tempest of conflicting and confusing emotions.
Fear, it seemed, was now working in tandem with Arousal and both had joined forces with Shame to carry me up to the very summit of Lust.
As the sales guy fumbled through the racks, in pursuit of that still elusive, perfect suit,
the door swung wide open, allowing a gust of ice cold air to enter, like an unwelcome guest.
Two very dapper older gentlemen, in their late 40s or early 50s, stood in the doorway.
They stomped the snow off their feet and removed their fedoras to shake off even more snow.
Then they each re-positioned their hats back on their heads, before carefully brushing off the snow from each other's shoulders.
They entered the shop and finally shut the door behind them.
They both wore big, heavy, expensive looking coats.
I panicked, yet didn't move to draw the curtain nor hid behind it.
Their presence and the rush of the ice cold air, made me even more aware of my complete and total nakedness.
I felt more vulnerable than I could ever remember and experienced a thrill of sexual energy course throughout my whole body that seemed to electrify my already rock hard cock.
I closed my eyes, for a brief moment, afraid that both my heart and my cock were on the verge of exploding.
As they entered the shop, their eyes widened as soon as they saw me standing there, young, naked, vulnerable and obscenely hard.
I opened my eyes.
They looked like hungry wolves about to devour Bambi.
I shivered.
We made eye contact. They both smiled at me, flashing their teeth.
One of them gave me wink.
Sheepishly, I smiled back, lowering my eyes down to my hard cock, and shifted my weight uneasily from one foot to the other.
My fully erect cock bobbed up and down almost comically as I moved.
I still made no attempt to either cover myself nor to draw the curtain.
I just stood there naked, frozen in place, my cock hard and my face red.
The sales guy, facing one of the racks, looked over his shoulder as he heard them come in.
"I'll be right with you, gentlemen." He said, breezily, as though it was the most natural thing in the world to have a young man standing naked and rock hard in his shop,
"No, take your time, please." said one of the men
"We're in no hurry!" grinned his friend.
They both stood there brazenly enjoying the show,
and though mortified with embarrassment and shame,
I let them.
Finding myself completely naked and hard, in this public place, in front of three fully clothed older men, was intensely thrilling beyond anything I had ever imagined.
My most secret fantasy was becoming a reality.
I had hoped to somehow own my nakedness, by claiming it,
instead, I was slowly beginning to discover,
that my nakedness, was, in fact, owning me!
What's more, I was becoming it's willing, hungry, and eager slave.
The sales guy looked over to where I was standing.
My face was bright red, and I had made no attempt to hide behind the safety of the curtain he had so carelessly left wide open.
He grinned wickedly and winked at me.
With the perfect, (and even skimpier) low-rise suit held firmly in his manly fist, he headed towards me, knelt at my feet, and held it out for me to step into.
Obediently, I lifted first one foot and then the other as he pulled the suit over each ankle, all the way up, past my thighs and struggled to get it over my ample ass and hard cock.
Then he "adjusted" me as before, (though not as gently this time), while the two older gentlemen watched, like famished dogs awaiting their diner.
He grabbed my hips firmly and swung me around to methodically smooth the suit over my ass, and finished by giving it a playful swat (definitely harder this time).
I yelped as the two older gentlemen exchanged glances and chuckled.
I looked at myself in the mirror. The suit was cut so low that about a third of my crack was exposed.
My face flushed and my cock swelled.
I could still feel where his hand had smacked my ass.
(to be continued)
