Renting a tuxedo

My Sophomore year of college I pledged a very popular fraternity at a large university in Tennessee. I had always experienced friendships with guys through sports, clubs and close cousins growing up. However, when I went off to college and lived in a dorm in the mid 70s it was awesome to see men everyday in all shapes and sizes in the commons area, in the hallway and the large community showers-bathrooms. The showers in high school gymnasiums were not as large as the open showers in my dorm. Some guys were shy and when they would turn around would cup their junk, however, many of the guys on my floor were like me, a country boy who grew up skinny dipping and walking around in the locker room free and proud.

Three of my friends on my floor pledged the same fraternity I did. We were tight and immediately developed a close bond. One guy drove a 1976 Cameo, Another one drove an older international Scout and I drove a 1969 pickup truck.

The week after Valentines Day our fraternity was hosting a winter formal as a fundraiser for a children’s wing of a local hospital. We had organized a silent auction of items to be available. My pledge brothers and I were to man the tables the night of the auction. We took it upon ourselves to rent tuxedos for the event. We wanted to make a good impression on your fraternity brothers, representing our pledge class in a positive way. My pledge brothers went together to get fitted for their tuxedos but I had a late afternoon class so I told them I’d meet them at 6 o’clock that afternoon. As I pulled up in the strip mall my pledge brothers were making their deposits at the counter and told me they would meet me at our hang out spot and I could buy a pitcher of beer for being late. As they were leaving one of my buddies asked me, “do you hang to the left or to the right?” I had no clue as to what he was talking about. The gentleman at the counter told me I could walk on back to the area that had a platform and three mirrors in the center of the room that had doors for fitting rooms on either side. I had only worn a tuxedo once before this occasion and That was for my sisters wedding when I was in high school. Four years later and in my post football body days my size was definitely different. I’m 6’3”. 240lbs. 42 waist and thick thighs due to leg squats, playing offensive and defensive line and years of work of lifting bails of hay on the farm.

The gentleman was very attentive. Handsome, mid forties, nice trousers, long sleeved shirt with cuff links and a fitted vest. He started by taking general measurements. He asked me to remove my sweater to get a more accurate measurement of my chest. The metal tip of the measuring tape brushed over my right nipple and it was a phenomenal sensation. The guy looked and continued to talk but he left the tape and his fingers near my nipple. He then proceeded to measure my waist. He asked me to remove my belt and commitments were made about my thick bulky belt buckle. Asked if that was comfortable when I was in a seated position, etc...after he got my waist measurements he asked me if I’d remove my jeans. I though nothing of it. I did ask requested. I was wearing a powder blue pair of low rise jockey briefs the style Jim Palmer the baseball player would pose it. Now, I’m a big boy...7.5 inches hard, thick piece of dick and I filled out the pouch of those jockey briefs nicely. He measured around my hips, bubble butt and his face was eye level to my pecker. He made the statement...I think we are going to have a problem. I looked down and asked, what kind of problem. He went on to explain I’d need to get a trouser that was adjustable in the waist to accommodate my thick thighs and nice ass, (those were his words about my ass). His hand lingered on my ass and upper thigh and asked if I had trouble buying regular pants, trousers in the store. We chatted about that as he then started to measure my inseam. He moved the tape up high and tight into my crotch. He committed how he liked my briefs and asked if I would be wearing that style under my tux trousers the night of my formal event. I replied I guess so. He cupped my crotch and said it would make a significant difference if I didn’t have my package nice and tight in a pair of briefs that would fit well under my trousers. He asked me if he could show me something. I said sure....he got up from the kneeling position and went into the back of the store. When he returned he had a black pair of briefs in his hands. He said he wanted me to try them on. God they felt like women’s panties. A silky smooth pair that cupped my balls perfectly. He reached in the front and tucked my cock under. I had never adjusted myself tucked under before but it felt good. He rubbed the crotch and said I make them look good and then a comment I’ll never forget. He said it was as if the briefs were wearing me instead of my wearing them. He gingerly kept rubbing my crotch. Hell, I didn‘t need any further notice. I took his tape measure and put it around his neck and pulled him into my crotch with one forceful pull. The look in his eyes was exciting. I rubbed my crotch all up and down his face. I told him to get those black briefs wet mouthing the outline of my dick. He said he needed to go lock the front door. I grabbed the tape measure tighter and told him to stay put. He was frozen. That’s when I took control. I pulled down the briefs just under my nuts and started fucking his face. My tick dick grew in his throat. I was using his warm mouth like a daddy slut I knew he was. He had tears rolling down his checks but he never gagged. He took every inch of my dick. He tapped my thick thighs and I pulled out. He turned me around and started tongue fucking my hole. Damn...he was such a hungry slut. He stopped eating my ass and begged me to let him lock the door and put up the closed sign. I bend over and kissed him. I told him he had 5 minutes to lock up and get back on my cock. He was an eager man slut. When he returned we went into the back office where their was a sofa. I sat on the sofa and he straddled my face as I ate his hole. He was definitely going to get fucked. He was a beautiful man. Build like a swimmer or a runner. I picked him up and he sat down on my cock raw. He bounced up and down. I nibbled on his neck and bit his nipples. He was very vocal. Begging for me to cum. I was definitely going to make this last. I pulled him off of me and we got in 69 on the sofa. His smaller body on top of mine. His balls and cock all fit perfectly in my mouth. I reached my hand up and smacked his ass. Each swat he would hum in grunts of pain and that vibration on my dick felt good. We enjoyed our hot, hungry man sex until he told me he had to finish up and get home. He fucked his hole and shot my load deep in his ass. Afterwards I ate him out and kissed him. He reached down to jack off and I grabbed his hand. I looked him dead in the eye and said...no, you can not cum tonight. Be begged me. I slapped his ass harder. I told him I’d stop by tomorrow afternoon around 6 o’clock and if I felt like it I might allow him to cum. Then I finger his hole and he licked my fingers clean of my cum. We got dressed and I told him I would be back tomorrow. This arrangement continued the remainder of the spring semester. I fucked his face and ass every Tuesday afternoon until one night we got caught by his uncle who was the owner of the store. I fucked him as well and the three of us had amazing man sex in 1976-1978 until I graduated and moved to Memphis to pharmacy school.