Taylor and the Tailor

Chapter 2

 “Hi honey, how was school?” Mom asked as I rushed through the door trying to get to my room. “Fine. It was fine” I hurriedly replied. I held my books in front of my boner as I made my way past her. “Did you stop at the tailor on your way home? When will it be done?” Mom asked as I approached my bedroom door. “Fuck” I said under my breath my mind being forced back to what had happened. “Yeah. Friday.” I said, closing the door behind me.

 I dropped my books on the desk, pulled open my pants, and flopped onto my bed. My dick was still hard following my visit to the tailor shop. I reached into my shorts to take hold of my hard shaft and felt the precum that leaked onto my pubes and into my shorts. My hand slid up and down my shaft, coated with the slick, clear fluid. I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling and began to stroke myself the way I had hundreds of times since I discovered it. The amazing pleasure of feeling it grow and throb in my hand and the anticipation of that amazing moment when my body seemed to vibrate just as cum splashed from my piss slit hitting my body with warm cum.

 As I enjoyed the sensation of stroking myself, I thought about the first time I jerked off. I was laying on my bed, and my dick was hard, and it felt so strange. I was about 15, a late bloomer, compared to the stories that my buddies told.  I knew about sex and what it looked like from magazines and online videos. I pictured one of the girls in my homeroom class and tried to imagine what it would feel like to get her panties off and stick my dick inside her. It didn’t take long that first time before my dick was released all over the place. There was so much fluid that I thought I had pissed the bed. When it was over, I lay confused and panting on the bed coated in my first orgasm.

 Now with my dick in my hand, I thought about what had just happened. The feeling of Ahmed’s mouth on my cock. “Did that really happen?” I asked myself over and over, knowing fully well that it had. I imagined what a blowjob might feel like trying to use my hand to imitate the feeling. I never imagined how different it would feel. How amazing it would feel.

 As I stroked my cock, I could feel his mouth on it. It was so warm and gentle as it wrapped around me. His lips and tongue seemed to mold to my dick, dragging along every surface. I tried to recall the way his beard touched and tickled my balls as he pressed his mouth forward. I began to pant as I continued to stroke my dick and I breathed in getting a whiff of a smell that reminded me of his scent then my hand stopped and my dick burst, launching cum into the air.

 Before I could even open my eyes warm cum hit my forehead and the pillow. More cum shot from my dick hitting my shirt and then another spurt, which wasn’t as intense hit my abs. Cum slowly oozed from my cockhead as I squeezed my dick. The sensation of the powerful orgasm washed over my body and then slowly faded away leaving me feeling relieved and panting.

 I grabbed the towel that I had used multiple times to clean up my messes; it was crusty in spots from previous JO sessions. I wiped my face first, trying to get cum out of my hair. Then I moved the towel to my dick, wiping it clean. The brunt of my orgasm was taken by my clothes so there wasn’t much to wipe up. “Good thing I did my own laundry,” I thought as I got up from the bed. I pulled off my jeans and shirt and tossed them into the hamper as I heard Mom calling up the steps that dinner was ready. I pulled on some fresh shorts and went to the bathroom to check myself. Didn’t want a blob of cum on me when I sat down for dinner.

 “What’s up, man?” Ty asked as he and Joey approached me in the quad the next morning at school. I hadn’t slept well as I kept thinking about what had happened in the tailor shop the day before. Should I tell them? If I did, what would they say about it? “I gotta hit chem class,” I said, I have 4th period free today, let’s grab lunch” I offered heading down the opposite hallway.

 I had a difficult time focusing on classes as my mind kept drifting back to the tailor shop. Several times my dick started to swell, and I had to cover it with my jacket so that no one could see it. Finally, it was 4th period, and I was ready to meet the guys for lunch. “Where do you want to eat?” Joey asked. As seniors, we were allowed to leave school grounds and go out to eat if we wanted. Ty recommended a place, and we headed there in his car.

 “Who’s going to the dance on Saturday?” Ty asked, leaning over his sandwich. “I think I am just going to go and see who is there. Bethany asked if I was going. “Man,” Joey said with a grin. “She wants you, bro,” then he stuck his finger into his mouth and poked his tongue against his cheek indicating a blowjob. Ty burst out laughing. I felt myself blushing and got angry. Bethany was a nice girl, and I didn’t think it was cool to say that about her, but I just grinned and tried to let it go. I thought about telling Ty and Joey about my experience with the tailor but decided against it. I didn’t need them giving me a hard time about it.

 Friday finally came and it was time to pick up my suit. I arrived at the shop just before 5 to try on the newly altered suit. “Welcome Taylor,” Ahmed said greeting me. He was wearing a white dress shirt this time that fit perfectly over his strong body and a blue tie that once again hung perfectly in place. There was no sign indicating what had happened on my last visit. There was no look of guilt or embarrassment.  “Come on back,” Ahmed said leading me behind the curtain. Ahmed handed me a freshly pressed white shirt to try on with the suit.

 I pulled off my t-shirt and slipped the shirt over my torso. The shirt fit me perfectly. I felt a bit awkward undressing in front of Ahmed who just stood next to me waiting. Remove your jeans and try on the pants. I felt myself sweat a bit thinking I may lose control and my dick might get hard. I turned away slightly as I tucked the shirt into the pants before zippering them and securing them. “Stand up on the platform and face the mirror please,” Ahmed said before stepping up behind me and helping me into the jacket.

 Ahmed took a brush and began to brush the lapels of the jacket, then straightened the coat and adjusted the pants. “Hmm,” he said, stepping down. He returned a moment later holding several ties. “This one I think,” he said, pulling up my collar and wrapping the tie around my neck. He was so close now that I could smell him and feel the heat coming off his body. I tried to look away as he moved his hands and expertly adjusted the tie.

 Ahmed looked down and backed up surveying me, then as before just walked away and returned with a black belt. Reaching inside the jacket he threaded it through the loops on the pants then pulled it closed in front. A quick approving smile crossed his face before he moved aside so that I could look at myself in the 3-way mirror. Ahmed moved behind me and watched me as I looked at the suit in the mirror. I couldn’t believe how good it looked on me.

 “I took in the waist and let out the shoulders to give your body some room,” Ahmed said running his hands over my shoulders. Then he reached around my waist and placed them on my hips. “I took in the pants so that they weren’t baggy in the seat. I also adjusted the front to allow you room to grow,” he said, and as he did, he ran his hand over the front of my pants, and over my cock.

 I froze on the spot, not knowing what to do. I could feel Ahmed pressing his body against mine, his hand on the outline of my cock. Once again, my dick betrayed me and began to grow down my leg. I watched in the mirror as Ahmed rested his chin on my shoulder gently pulling me back into his body. His free hand wrapped around me and moved inside the suit jacket. He moved his hand to my chest feeling the muscle of my pec.

 I looked into Ahmed’s reflection as he watched me in the mirror. Then Ahmed reached up and pulled the zipper of the trousers down and reached into my pants and my shorts feeling for my dick. His warm hand touched my dick, and I began to breathe heavily as he began to feed it through the fly of the slacks. My dick popped out of the fly surrounded by the dark blue suit pants. It was hard and Ahmed pointed it straight ahead toward the mirror.

 I wanted to say stop, but I couldn’t get any words out. Ahmed moved his head closer, and I could feel his beard running up against my neck, sending waves through my body. Ahmed began to stroke my dick, his thick warm hand running up and back, moving very slowly. His other hand moved over my chest, and against the nipple adding to all the sensations washing over my body.

 My dick swelled in Ahmed’s hand as he continued his slow, methodical jerking motion. “Do you like that?” Ahmed asked, breaking the deep silence. His mouth was close to my ear and his voice was soft but powerful. I looked in the mirror at my dick, with his hand covering it and I quickly nodded yes into the mirror. “That’s very good,” Ahmed said, his voice seemed to be holding me in place as much as his arms were.

 I could feel Ahmed’s body pressing against mine I could even feel his hard dick against my ass as he held me tight in his grip. My dick swelled and pulsed, a few more strokes of his hand and I would shoot my load. I sucked in a breath preparing for the release and as I did, Ahmed just stopped. He removed his hand from my cock letting it flop down. I was so close that I became frustrated. I looked into the mirror and Ahmed had a taunting grin on his face.

 “Relax,” Ahmed said. It felt like he was controlling every part of me with his voice, his hands, and his body. I allowed myself to slow my breath, however, the anticipated release was making my body tremble. Ahmed placed his hand back on my cock and I let out a slight sigh. A few more strokes and I was once again on the verge of shooting my load. Again, Ahmed, to my disappointment stopped stroking, bringing me to the edge and then stopping. My frustration grew even more. “Please,” I said faintly. I barely recognized my own voice.

 Ahmed put pressure on my chest and pulled me even harder to him. So hard that it felt like my chest was being compressed between his hand and his hard body. Ahmed moved his beard again on my neck sending a fresh wave of chills through me, teasing me. Frustrated, I reached for my cock. I needed to release. I couldn’t stand it any longer. Ahmed grabbed my hand in his and pulled it back. His grip was strong, and I couldn’t pull free of it. “No,” he said, simply. His voice was soft but also commanding.

 “Do you want this?” Ahmed asked. “Please” I replied, hearing the begging in my voice. Ahmed released me from his grip leaving me standing alone. For a moment I thought he was done and then he moved in front of me so that I was face to face with him. He looked deep into my eyes and smiled, then without a word he dropped to his knees. I watched in the mirror as his head was at the level of my hard dick. Then he opened his mouth and fed my dick past his lips.

 This time it felt different, even better than before, as my dick was extra sensitive.  Ahmed engulfed my dick in the velvety recesses of his warm mouth. My hands immediately went to his shoulders to hold me in place as he began sucking, taking me deep down his throat. It didn’t take long as I was already on the verge. The feeling rose up from my toes and then into my legs making them feel like rubber. My balls shot up and my ass felt like it was twitching. I threw my head back and let out a loud moan as the release I desperately needed was finally allowed to happen.

 My body writhed as the powerful orgasm ran through me. It was more intense than anything I had ever imagined. I squirmed as Ahmed continued to suck and sexual energy rippled through my body. Every fiber came alive as the orgasm swelled and took control. I gripped Ahmed’s shoulders harder as my body jerked and spasmed. Then my dick swelled in Ahmed’s mouth, and I began my beautiful release.

 The power of my orgasm was so intense that it even seemed to take Ahmed by surprise as he made a grunting noise as my cum ran down his hungry throat. He recovered quickly and adjusted his mouth as more cum filled him. My body shook and trembled and I moved my feet just enough to stabilize myself as the orgasm continued to take hold of me.

 Finally, it stopped, but the after-feeling continued to ripple through my body. Every muscle, every fiber seemed to be electrified with some energy. I felt amazing and scared and tired and… Ahmed slowly allowed my dick to slide from his mouth. He gripped it in his hand and gave it a few licks, cleaning the remnants of cum from the head.

 Ahmed rose to his feet facing me. There was complete silence between us as we stood face to face. His eyes followed mine and I felt like I wanted to look away but for some reason, I couldn’t. Ahmed moved even closer, and I could feel the heat of his body, and the soft smell of his cologne. Ahmed wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to him, and placed his lips on my neck once more. Just as I allowed myself to relax against him, to accept his embrace, he pulled away.

 “Please hang the suit up on the hanger and come out when you have finished dressing,” Ahmed said as if nothing had just happened. The room got quiet and awkward as I removed the jacket and then the slacks and put them on a hanger. I pulled on my t-shirt jeans, socks, and shoes and headed out from behind the curtain. Ahmed was at the counter. I handed him the suit as well as the white shirt, tie, and belt he let me use for the fitting.

 Ahmed placed the suit in a long clear suit bag and then placed the shirt tie and belt in as well. “You can borrow these for your dance, and bring them back when you are done,” he said with a very brief grin.