Fuck, I was already late.
I was supposed to be at Watson's Fine Suits by 6, but it was already past 6:30 and the store was closing in a few minutes. I was too optimistic about Friday traffic, and the pouring rainstorm didn't help.
When I made the appointment, I assumed that old man Watson would be there. He'd been helping me with my suit orders since I was back in college. Sure, I might have to shell out a few more bucks here than online, but I was even more willing now, in my forties, to plunk down some extra change for a good suit. They were hard for me to find.
Watson would joke around with me when I came in for a new suit. He'd jokingly write "Brick Shithouse" or "Mr. Fireplug" on the order form. Despite the vulgar language, he wasn't wrong. I was almost as broad as I was tall (which at 5'9" wasn't very tall at all) with huge shoulders, tree trunk thighs, big feet, big hands and a firm, beefy ass.
No sign of Watson tonight, though. The guy who did walk up to me had a scowl on his face. "Sorry, man, but we're closing soon."
"I'm sorry, I was late for my appointment. Chris Stackhouse. My fault, very sorry. Can I make a new appointment with you?"
Even with the scowl on his face, the dude was seriously handsome. As much as I looked like what I was - an ex-jock - this guy looked like a football coach, or maybe the GM of a team. He looked to be a few years younger than me, pretty solid and beefy, but not as broad as me, and at least a half a head taller. His receding hairline brought out his eyes and a killer jawline. He looked like suits everywhere in the world were made just for him.
"Will Watson," he said. "You've worked with my grandfather before. I'll take care of you now, but let me just close up first."
Something about the way he said I'll take care of you now made all the hairs on my neck stand up. Right along with my fat dick, which definitely wanted out of my pants to make a full salute to Suit Stud....er, Will Watson.
"You're kinda soaked there, Chris," Will said as he grabbed his measuring tape. I looked down at my wet polo shirt and blushed. I'd come right from work - Casual Friday - and didn't change before heading over. I probably should have brought a dress shirt - my polo shirt struggled to cover my chest and beefy gut even on the best of days.
We walked to the back corner of the store, with a long row of suits on a rack on one side, and a platform with mirrors on the other.
Will took off his jacket and rolled up his shirtsleeves, grabbing his measuring tape. I couldn't stop staring at his face, or his hairy forearms. My brain was racing trying to figure him out. Jock? Country club preppie type? He was so wiry, so tightly wound.
"Tightly wound? Me?" Will scowled at me.
Oh shit, I said that out loud.
"Sorry. Just....I know this is an imposition, and you seem like you're in a bad mood."
"Just let me take your measurements, Mr. Shith......Stackhouse," Will growled. I couldn't suppress my laughter, and after a few seconds, Will couldn't stop his frown from turning into a smile.
"That was nice to see," he said.
"What was?"
"You laughing," he replied, bringing the tape closer to my belly button. "Especially the part where I got to see all this shake and bounce."
Oh, fuck.
"Anything else you think might be nice to see, Will Watson?"
Will loosened his tie and walked around me a few times.
"Anything you'd like to measure?" I asked, as I pushed Will against the wall, my gut pushing up against his dick.
My mouth landed on his as our tongues swirled around, fighting a fucking duel.
"Fuck, buddy, you taste amazing," I groaned.
Will gently removed my chunky eyeglasses, setting them aside, before yanking on my wet polo, pulling it over my head.
"Holy fuck, Chris. Your chest." He licked a finger and ran it over my left nipple.
I couldn't fucking manage a single word.
"I gotta measure your neck."
I could feel Will breathing as the tape wrapped around my neck, tapping against my Adam's apple.
"Holy fuck. 22 inches."
I could feel him standing close. He was hard as a rock and his dick was making an indentation in my khakis.
Will started licking and kissing my ear as he grabbed my chest. "Such a fucking meaty rack. You're just spilling out everywhere. So fucking hot."
"Fuck yeah," I hissed. "Put your hands wherever you want, buddy."
Will bit my shoulder as his hands roamed all over my chest.
"I remember when you played college ball at Eastern State. Such a hot fucking beefy guy, even then. And now you've added a few layers of thickness on those muscles. Fucking hell, Chris."
I could hear Will reach down and unzip his suit pants. I tried to turn around, but Will stopped me.
"Don't move."
I heard Will's pants drop, his belt noisily clanging on the floor. Will's shirt came off next, landing on one of the chairs.
As hot as Will looked in a suit, he was even hotter with his shirt off. Dude had a big barrel chest and a firm, solid middle. His dick was jutting out of his cloth boxers.
"Fuck, man, I....." I tried to reach for his dick.
"Chris.....this is my shop. Understand?"
"Yes, Will, I get it."
"Yes, what?" Will asked, an edge to his voice.
"Yes....sir." Wait, what? I didn't say shit like that to anyone.
But I just did. To Squarejawed Suit God.
"Don't move, or I'm taking my tie and tying your hands together."
Will cleared his throat and dropped to his knees in front of me, unzipping my khakis. He took the head of my dick in his mouth, and I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself.
I could barely see Will as he slobbered on my fat shaft, my gut resting on his forehead.
He pulled off for a second. "Fuck, Stackhouse. You should have warned me. I have to unhinge my jaw for this fucker."
Fuck, Will felt so good on my dick. Will already had my dick giving a veiny salute the minute I walked in. Having that tightly wound suit stud slurping on my slab was making my dick twitch, hard, and made my big balls get real tight.
"Will, I'm not gonna last too much longer."
He went into turbo cocksucker mode, his hands roaming on my gut and chest again, and I lost it.
"I'm gonna blow, Will, take my load, take my FUCKING load," I hissed. I shot so fucking hard I saw stars, thought I might fall over. Will grabbed me.
"I got you, big guy. That's it. Just sit here."
"Yes, sir." I locked eyes with Will.
"Yeah, Stackhouse. I know just what buttons to push with you."
Will jocked down his cloth boxers. His thick dick, jutting out of a dark hairy bush, bounced as if it was keeping time.
"Lean back on this chair, Stackhouse. It reclines."
I was feeling a little awkward, sitting on the chair with my khakis down to my knees. But I did what Will told me.
"Yes, sir," I said, smiling.
Will walked to a cabinet and came back with a bottle of lube.
"Fucking, now?" I asked? Not that I'd tell Will no. To just about anything.
"I'll fuck that ass next time you're here, Stackhouse. You better not be late for that appointment," Will warned. "Or I might have to make that delicious ass a little red before I breed it."
"B-breed it?"
"Yeah, Stackhouse. When you come back for your suit, I'm gonna stretch that jock pussy of yours wide open and coat it with some very potent seed."
Shit. Did Will know? Would he tell anyone about me being a carrier? Fuck. Even talking about breeding could put me into an intense heat, and I'd never let anyone - not my old man, not my friends, not anyone - see me like that before.
"But right now, I'm gonna take a ride on this."
Will had a crooked, mischievous grin as he slathered lube all over my chest and gut. "So fucking solid, Chris. You're such a hot fucking beefball."
I felt Will's weight on top of me as his dick disappeared between my meaty tits.
"So fucking hot. So hot. Such a beefy hot fucker," he moaned, almost as if he was repeating a mantra.
"You're so fucking hot, Will. I love feeling your big dick all over my meaty torso, buddy. Feeling your big hands rubbing lube all over me. Fucking hot, Will, so fucking h......"
Will's mouth landed back on mine.
"Lucky I like to kiss you, Stackhouse, and lucky me, it also shuts you up."
I thought I was spent from before, but Will had my meat rock hard and dripping again. I was fucking high on the scent of Will, the way the shop smelled like our bodies, our dicks, our balls, the sweat of us.
"Holy fuck," Will moaned. "I'm just surrounded by hot fucking beef. I wanna put you in the tightest fucking dress shirt I can, Chris, and watch you tear out of it. Watch your neck pop the fucking button on your fucking SHIRT, you bull necked fucker. I bet you'd rip open a suit jacket after a few wears. Fucking hell, Chris."
Will was pistoning his dick back and forth on my meaty torso.
"This is like riding a fucking bull. You're my big bull, Stackhouse. I'm gonna fucking own that pretty fucking mouth with my dick, and that gorgeous beefy chest and gut, and that fucking jock pussy too. Mine. All mine. Gonna fucking knock you up and make you swell up even tighter and bigger.......oh, fuck oh fuck....."
Will groaned as his first spurt landed on my forehead, and the next few fell all over my chest, dripping down into the crevice between my meaty tits.
I shook and roared as my second load of the evening tore out of me.
Fuck, I was really wishing we were on a bed, and not a slippery chair. Before I could even sit up straight, Will was standing by me with a few small towels and washcloths. He gently cleaned off my chest and belly.
"That was hot as fuck," I said.
Will got that crooked smirk on his face again. "Yeah, it was. You better come back for your suit, Chris. Oh, and don't touch yourself until you come back here."
"Huh?"
"No jacking off, no touching yourself, no touching that fucking hot ball of beef anywhere. 10 days. Your suit will be ready."
Will smiled as I pulled my clothes together, put on my wet polo, and headed back out into the rain.
"Damn, Chris. If I didn't know better, I'd think that shirt got even smaller."
Thing is, it kinda did. That polo felt even tighter, and I suspected Will wanted me to be tightly wound in my own way by the next time I saw him.
Will wanted to see me wound up, worked up, see my mask drop. He wanted to see me out of control, and in heat. And it was pretty damn likely he was going to get his way.
Part 2 coming soon.....
Thanks to an awesome wingman for inspiration.
