A gay story: The New Manager Ch. 04: Measure It was the end of the day now, and I still had not fully processed what had happened earlier this morning. I had been visibly distracted all day to the point where I almost let a customer go with their purchase without taking payment. My mind was elsewhere, replaying what I had seen and heard, and what I had done with Matthew. I actually hadn’t seen Matthew, or Rob for that matter, since then. I wouldn’t want to see him anyway, I feel embarrassed that he let me slip up like that, that he lured me. All those times I thought I was sneaking in a glance, take advantage of his boisterous attitude, he either knew or was baiting me on purpose.
I don’t even know this man, we have barely had two conversations, and both of those were work-related. There’s been nothing of substance between us, I couldn’t even tell you his last name, he’s practically a stranger that I work with. Yet… he’s alluring, captivating, there’s something inside his deep eyes that makes me want to sink into him. He has a way of taking control of me, and he knows it. I can tell that he sees something in me too, he sees a man who wants to be guided, a man who wants to be told what to do. Maybe the reason why I haven’t really taken a moment to get to know him is because there’s some primal instinct between us. I only need a look, a smell, a touch from him, and I open myself up.
The store was closed, and everyone had gone home for the day. Again, I was here for another hour to clean up the store. As I finish clearing the fitting rooms, I see him walking between our formalwear fixtures. He hasn’t seen me yet. I take a deep breath and walk towards him.
“Need any assistance, sir?” I say, walking up behind Matthew.
He jolts, and turns around. “You scared the shit outta me, Blake.” He laughs, putting a hand to his abdomen.
“Sorry, I, uh,” I can tell I’m smiling as I try to catch his eye, but he has already turned back around. “Well, if you’re alright, I’ll leave you be. The fitting room is clean if you want to use it.”
He turns around and I catch his eyes. It’s a deep blue, the same color as the sky on a cold morning just before the sun has risen. “I was actually hoping to catch you here,” he finally says. “I just wanted to talk to you about something.”
I feel a lump in my throat form and my face starting to burn. My tongue dries and my lungs struggle to breath. I don’t know if this is a conversation I’ve been dreading to have or dying to have. “Oh?” Is all I manage.
“Yeah… Uh,” he starts, clearly feeling awkward himself. “Just about this morning.”
“Oh.” Is still all I manage.
“Yeah, I just wanted to clarify that it was all just a bit of fun, just a joke between us men, you know?” He puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. My shoulder tingles from his touch.
I don’t know how to react, but I shouldn’t be surprised. A little part of me always thought it was too good to be true, that maybe he was just a bit of a flirt, even if he didn’t mean to be one. I look into his eyes again, expecting to find them pleading or at least concerned, but to me they seem calm as ever, soft as ever, flirtatious as ever. Even the rest of his body language seemed so nonchalant as though what he is saying is not really what he means… Or maybe I’m just reading into it a bit too much, trying to see what I want and not what is there.
“Of course! I haven’t even thought about it since if I’m being honest.” I fake a laugh, trying to lay it on thick, but as soon as I say it I see Matthew’s face drop ever so slightly, and only for a split second.
He pats me on the shoulder, “Thanks man, I just know young people can get confused some times with this kind of stuff.” He lowers his hand and turns back around.
I’m left standing there, even more confused about Matthew. I know I saw his face drop when I lied about not having thought about our interaction in the bathroom, but I can’t help but feel that I’m reading into it, that I’m only seeing what I want to see. But… But I did see something, I’m sure of it.
“Actually, I wouldn’t mind your help with this, if you don’t mind?” He breaks me out of my head, and gestures to the rail of trousers. “Need to get some more work pants.”
My chest begins to flutter again. There’s something about this man that I just can’t help but feel excited about being around.
“Sure, do you know your waist size?” I respond.
“I think I’m about a 34 inch, maybe a 32 inch. I haven’t bought pants in a while.” He says, flicking through the black pants we have. “Actually, do you mind measuring me?”
He turns around to me, and gestures his waist to me.
“Oh, uh, sure,” I stumble, not expecting to do this.
I pull out the measuring tape from my pocket and unfurl it. I bend down slightly and I swing my hand around his body, holding on to one end of the measuring tape with my other hand. I grab onto the other end of the tape and wrap it around his waist, meeting the two ends right in front of his belt buckle. Funny to think my hand was in this same area only 12 hours ago. I lean down to read what I have measured, and being this close to him I can smell his natural musk. It’s salty and tangy, it really should be a gross smell, but the pheromones fill my nose and pollute my mind.
I come up for air.
“You’re not quite 34 inches around, but we’ll start there and see how the rest of it fits.” I finally say, looking him directly into his eyes. I don’t know how long my face was down next to his pants, it felt like an eternity and a millisecond all at once.
“Perfect, I’ve got them right here. Won’t be a second.” He walks off with pants in hand towards the fitting rooms. I wait a second, rolling up my measuring tape and putting it back into my pocket, and then finally start towards the fitting rooms.
I enter the fitting room, and Matthew has already claimed one of the stalls.
“How’d you go?” I call out.
He opens the door of his stall and struts out. “Too big,” he says, pulling the waistband of the pants to show quite a big gap. Even with the add material of his tucked in shirt, the pants are falling off him.
“Oh yeah, way too big, and they’re bagging around your ankle too,” I respond. “I can see if we’ve got a slimmer fit?”
“Actually,” Matthew starts, “Do you mind remeasuring my waist? I feel like a 34 inch is too big.”
“I can just get you the 32 inch pants, no need to remeasure-”
“I just think that your first measurement was a bit inaccurate because my belt and pants were in the way, and I’d rather get it exactly right.”
Before I can say another word, Matthew undoes the pants he’s wearing and pulls them off, one leg at a time. He throws the pants to a couch opposite him, leaving him standing in the middle of the fitting room in his underwear and shirt. My mouth coats itself in sand, dried up and agape. I can’t help myself but look at him. It was one thing to feel his bulge with my hand, it’s another thing to see it in all his glory. He’s wearing tight white briefs, his balls and his cock perfectly nestled inside. I’m trying to make out a more defined outline through the thin fabric, but I don’t want to be caught staring for too long. I think back to how he felt, the shape of his cock beneath two layers of fabric. I can feel myself start to stiffen in my own pants. I follow his body down to his thighs, they look strong and overwhelming, and are covered in dark hair. I want to hold his thighs, grapple onto them like my life depended on it, I want to feel their strength and comfort, their warmth and force. I try to subtly adjust my own pants to hide my erection, but I don’t think it worked.
I snap out of my trance. He’s already drawn the line with us, this means nothing to him so it can’t mean anything to me. To him, standing here in his underwear is something that men do with no expectation, or even inclination, of anything sexual.
“Right, I’ll remeasure you then.” I say as I pull out the tape from my pocket.
“Oh, hang on,” he quickly replies, and before I can respond he undoes the top four buttons of his shirt and then pulls it over his head, leaving him practically naked. “Sorry, the bottom of the shirt would’ve been in the way.”
I’m now seeing pretty much the complete picture of Matthew, and I can’t really believe my eyes. My manager – who smells like a sweet nuzzle, who’s dark olive skin skin looks warm to the touch, who’s voice is able to command me to do anything he wanted – is standing in front of me in nothing but his thin, white underwear. I take him all in. His arms look just as big as the last time I saw them, his stubbly and toned chest leads perfectly down his body. I follow his happy trail down to where his public hair pokes out from the top of his underwear’s waistband. His waist leads down his body in a V shape to his hips, where his underwear is sitting. I feel my own cock throb in my pants. Fuck, the things I would do if I could.
I think back to our earlier conversation and I can’t help but think that this is a challenge, this is a test, to see if I’m true to my word. To see if I know how far the joke goes.
I calm my breath, seeing as my tense body, pounding heart, and throbbing cock cannot be calmed, and walk towards him with my tape in hand. I flick my gaze towards him, and his eyes are already pointed towards me, burning me up from the inside out.
“Hopefully, we get a more accurate measurement like this.” I say, my voice keeping low, as though I only want this moment to be between us.
“Hopefully,” he responds. His voice now low as well, but a bit rougher.
Like before, while holding on to one end of the measuring tape with one hand, I wrap my other hand around his body and grab the other end of the tape. I wrap it around his waist, meeting the two ends just above his bulging cock. I let the excess of the tape dangle and touch his bulge. I read the tape.
“You were right. 32 inches exactly.” I finally say, looking up to meet his gaze.
He looks down and smiles slyly, “Thought so.”
I release him from my tape and step back, averting my eyes not only from his eyes, but his body as a whole.
“Thank you for that. You can’t be too sure in these types of situations.” He says.
“No you can’t be… I’ll grab those pants for you.” I say, practically running out the door.
I turn the corner towards the fixture with the rest of the pants, but stop just as I’m out of sight. I take a few deep breaths trying to calm myself. My cock is basically splitting the seams of my pants trying to come out, and if it wasn’t for the store security cameras, I would probably take it out right now and relieved myself. I turn around and look at myself in the mirror on the wall. An outline of my hard cock trails down my thigh. It only turns me on even more. Shit. I try to shift it around my pants from the outside, hoping to at least turn it upwards so it’s a little bit inconspicuous. Matthew has never confused me more than he is right now. He told me all of this physical stuff was just joking around, “men being men”. He draws a line, tells me to recognise it, tells me not to get confused by it, and then has done everything in his power to push that boundary, and he knows it. He’s doing this on purpose, and he’s always been doing it on purpose, I know that now. Whether or not this is his version of “joking”, I’m gonna see how far this joke goes for him.
I stop adjusting my cock in my pants and put it back down next to my thigh. While it has stopped throbbing, it is still quite hard. I pull my pants up a little bit higher, creating an almost perfect outline of my cock against my leg through the black fabric. I don’t care if he sees it anymore, if anything, I hope he does. I walk to the fixture of pants and grab a size 32. As I’m walking back to the fitting room, I can feel my cock rub against the tightness of my pants, turning me on even more.
I find Matthew back in his stall, still wearing nothing but his underwear, stroking his chest and arms.
“Here we are, 32 inch waist” I call as I walk closer to his stall.
As he turns around, I see his eyes dart from my face down to my pants, noticing the outline of my cock. Just as quick as they went down, his eyes dart back up just a little bit wider than they were before. He quickly takes the pants I’m holding in front of him and puts them on. I stand there and watch him put one leg in a time, see him button up the waist, and then finally zip up the fly over his bulge. The pants fit him like a glove, not too slim that they accentuate his bulge and his thighs, but fitted enough that it doesn’t bag.
“That looks a lot better, especially around the waist,” I say.
“Yeah, it’s perfect around the waist,” he says, checking himself out in the mirror. “But, do you think they’re a bit long?”
I look down and he’s right, the hem is sitting under the soles of his feet. I know I could just get the shorter leg size for him… but you can’t be too sure in these kind of situations.
“You’re right, they are a bit long,” I reply. “We could get a shorter leg, but we would need to measure your inseam first, to make sure we get the right size.”
“My inseam? What does that mean?” He asks.
“I will have to measure the length of your leg from the inside of your ankle all the way up,” I explain. “Is that something you’d be interested in?”
“Absolutely, anything to get the best fit.” He briefly pauses. “Should I take these off?” He asks, gesturing to the pants he’s wearing.
“Up to you. If you think we’d get a better measurement without them, by all means,” I reply.
He pulls off his pants again, and steps out of his stall. He is once again standing in the middle of the fitting rooms in nothing but his underwear. My cock throbs again in it’s tight fabric encasing, and I could’ve sworn I saw Matthew look at it as it throbbed.
I pull out the tape measure from my pocket and I kneel on to the carpeted floor of the fitting room, directly in front of Matthew’s bulging cock. From this angle, his bulge looks even fatter, his thighs even thicker. I can see the hair around his leg and coming out from the underwear. I can see the slight outline of his cock head as it points down. I can smell him. I can smell his sweaty cock as it stretches out the fabric of his underwear, it’s a thick tangy musk mixed with something salty. I could burry my face into his hairy thighs and breath only his scent, let his stench fill my lungs, drowning in Matthew.
I hold the bottom of the tape measure to his ankle and feed the tape through my hand up the inside of his leg. Along the way, I brush past the hair going up his leg, going slower and more delicate the higher I climbed. I stop moving my hand up when I get to his bulge, getting so close that my knuckles ever-so-slightly grazed the fabric of his filled out underwear. I look at the measuring tape, and then look up to Matthew, gazing directly into his eyes to see if there was some kind of reaction to what I just did. His eyes remain calm and soft.
“32 inch inseam, we should have that in a 32 waist.” I say.
“Thank you,” he replies. Then, as I’m about to get up, he stammers, “should we do the other leg as well? Just in case they are different lengths?”
I see now. This is a game to him. And I’m more than happy to play.
I hold the bottom of the tape measure to his other ankle now, and feed the tape through my hand up the inside of his other leg. I brush the hair going up his leg a bit more consciously now. As I’m about to stop moving my hand up when I get to his bulge, I decide to be a bit daring (only a bit). I “accidentally” over shoot my hand, and push it into his soft bulge, before pulling back to where I should’ve stopped. I know it wasn’t much, but it’s the closest I’ve gotten.
“Sorry.” I whisper.
“It’s fine.” He says back, low and rough.
I read the tape again.
“32 inches on this side too,” I finally say.
“Perfect,” he says. “Is there anything else you need to measure for the pants?”
I look at him, catching his eye. There’s a glint in there. I look down directly at his bulge, then I look back up to him.
“I don’t need to measure anything else, no.” I respond.
I finally stand up, my knees slightly hurting. I pull my pants up, continuing to accentuate the outline of my cock going down my thigh. This time, however, Matthew notices.
“Woah man, a bit excited are we?” He says, smiling.
I decide the play along.
“Wha-?” I look down at my pants. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t-” I put my hands over my bulge. “I didn’t even realise.”
“Hey, it’s all good,” he laughs. “Happens to us all.”
“No, I’m sorry, it’s embarrassing.” I blush, keeping my hands over my crotch.
“Well, between you and me, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.” He says.
“What?”
“I mean, look at me. I’m standing here half naked while you size me up for some pants. If anything, I should be the embarrassed one.”
I chuckle, “Yeah, I guess. I’ll, uh, I’ll go grab-”
“Move your hands out of the way.” He cuts me off.
I stop breathing and just look at him. He’s looking directly into my eyes, his mouth slightly open and upturned.
“Sorry?” I stammer.
“Move your hands, I wanna see it again.” He responds.
My face burns, I didn’t see this coming. I don’t move.
“C’mon, it’s funny, don’t you think?” He continues.
There’s something in his eye that tells me he won’t take no for an answer, I’m just hoping that I’m sending back looks that I would never say no. Not to him. I can feel my cock pulsing in the fabric. I move my hands, exposing my outline to him once again.
“I guess it is a bit funny.” I smile. I push my hips forward ever so slightly, trying to accentuate it a bit more.
He looks down at my pants and chuckles, “how long has that been in your pants, then?”
I try my luck: “Oh, probably since this morning,” I say back, winking at him.
“HA! I bet you have.” He strokes his face with his hand. “I must say, though – man to man – it doesn’t look too bad.”
“Oh, uh, thanks, I guess.” I rub the back of my neck.
“No, I’m serious.” He takes a step closer to me.
I feel my heart beat furiously in my chest, I’m sure if he tried hard enough he would be able to hear it’s deep pounding coming from inside of me. I feel nervous, and I don’t know why.
“I guess,” he drops the hand that is on his face, and moves it towards my bulge. He stops abruptly, now hovering in front of it. “I don’t know, I guess as a man I can appreciate ‘shape’, if you know what I mean?” He’s now gesturing at the outline in my pants.
“I think I do.”
“Yeah, I think it’s-”
By the time I realise what I’m doing, I’m already doing it. It’s like my body momentarily fell into a trance. My nose caught a whiff of his sweet scent, a flash of his deep blue eyes, and instincts took over.
I grab Matthews wrist, cutting him off mid-sentence, and put his dark olive hand on to the outline of my cock. I hold it there for a second, and then finally let go of his wrist. His hand rests on my cock, but doesn’t really acknowledge it otherwise. I look up and meet his eyes. For the first time ever, I can see a tinge of apprehension leaking from his eyes. He wasn’t expecting this, but to be fair, neither was I. He looks almost guilty, but his hand remains on my cock. I worry I’ve taken it too far, that I’ve read all the signs completely wrong.
“A bit easier to appreciate ‘shape’ when you have the whole picture, right?” I smirk, trying to defuse the tension.
He smirks back, reseting his jaw.
“You’re absolutely right.” His voice soft and low, rough like gravel.
He finally wraps his hand around my outline, and begins to follow the bulge up and down, studying my cock with his hand. The sensation is like nothing I’ve ever felt. I never would’ve thought that Matthew would be standing in front of me, stroking my hard cock through my pants. Matthew, who’s touch was like if lightning could soothe, who’s eyes looked like a watercolor painting of every blue imaginable, who’s smell enveloped me and enter corners of my body and mind I didn’t realise existed, who’s voice could make me risk anything and everything for him.
“You’ve got a good length, and it’s quite thick isn’t it?” He looks up at me as though he’s ask a very normal question in a very normal situation.
I bite my bottom lip and nod. With his hand is still over my pants, I throb my shaft. He feels it and looks up at me, and starts laughing.
“They’re funny things, aren’t they?” He takes his hand off my pants, but still looks down at it.
I’m feeling both butterflies from having Matthew compliment my bulge and an insatiable appetite for us to keep going. For us to continue to explore what he essentially started in the bathrooms this morning. I want to explore more of him, I want to feel closer to him. I want to be able to see all of him, touch all of him, smell all of him.
“Yeah, they are,” I almost whisper. I’ve shifted my eyes to his bulge, still stretching out the thing white fabric of his underwear.
“I guess you already got a feel of my ‘shape’ earlier, huh?” He asks.
“I didn’t feel much. Mostly focused on the zipper.”
“Right…” He trails off.
The air between us tightens. My eyes flick towards his, and he’s staring at me like he’s trying to figure me out. I look back to his bulge.
“Would you like a second go?” He finally asks.
“What?” Is all I can stammer out.
“Well, I’m already standing here in my underwear, no need to waste an opportunity.” His voice is low and soft now, it both calms me and makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “Touch it. Just the outside.”
“I don’t know-”
“Blake.” His voice cuts through me. “I want you to touch me.”
I feel like I’m standing on a cliff face, to jump is to jump into Matthew and all of those consequences, and to stay is to do nothing and face all those regrets.
So, I jump.
I place my hand on to his bulge, and I find the shape of his cock. He’s soft, but still has some girth. I place my fingertips either side of his shaft and run them down his underwear, defining and outlining his entire member through his underwear. His cock is pointed down in his briefs, and I find his head at the bottom of his bulge. I can see all of him with my fingers. I cup my hand under his bulge and find his balls neatly hanging behind his cock. I lift his bulge up ever so slightly with my hand, like I’m cupping water into my palm, and put it back down again. I feel his weight against my hand, and I see his underwear stretch some more. I trace my fingers up, following the path his shaft makes. I can feel him starting to firm up a bit more, but not a lot. I place my entire hand over his bulge and travel back down, take him all in. His thickness, his length, his weight, his warmth.
A shiver runs down my spin. While his entrancement is still running through my blood stream, a part of me starts to feel like this is merely a fleeting moment. That he will wake up from this weird sexual day dream we are in, realise what we’re doing, and be disgusted with me. Disgusted that I took it a step too far, that I crossed the line of just guys messing around. Disgusted that I would even consider that he would be interested in me like I am with him.
Matthew must have seen me spiralling because he did something I would’ve never expected him to do. I don’t know what he saw on my face, but I imagine a look of fear is not something he’s ever seen from someone rubbing his bulge. He raises his right hand and lifts my head up with his hand under my chin and looks me straight into the eye. I lock eyes with him, and gaze into the deep blue sea of his eyes.
“It’s a funny thing, isn’t it?” He says.
I laugh, “It is.”
What I thought was a fleeting moment of sexual excitement and a breaking of taboo, now continues beyond a moment, and another moment, and another. I feel my breathing get heavier, the muscles around my jaw relax, and my eyes grow heavy with lust. He’s here with me, not against me. I escape his gaze and look at his body. He’s a chiseled statue come to life.
I lift my hand off his cock and drag it up to his bare stomach. He’s solid, and very warm. While his abs aren’t well defined, I can still feel them. I move my hand up his stomach to meet his chest, the stubbly chest hair tickles my hand. His chest is more toned, his pecs are soft but strong.
“I love your chest,” I finally say.
“I can see that,” He responds.
I rub my hand from his chest to one of his shoulders.
“And your shoulders.”
I lift my other hand up and start to take in all of his chest and shoulders. I slowly caress his upper body with both of my hands. His even, dark olive skin is soft to the touch. I can feel every divot, every crease, every muscle. It’s like I’m seeing him for the first time all over again.
“How do you feel about my arms?” He asks.
As he says this, he raises his right arm and flexes, his biceps rising and firming. I glide my hands across his skin and study his arm with my fingertips. I trace every curve of his bulging muscles and every path of his veins. I squeeze his muscle, feeling how firm and strong it is. I look over at Matthew and he looks at me. I drop my gaze and find his arm pit, still lush with hair. I pick up on his scent again, his warm cologne mixed with his salty sweat. I can’t help myself. Without evening thinking, I fall into his arm pit, the hair covering my face. It’s warm and wet. I take a deep breath and breathe in his raw scent. It’s salty and sweet and sour, it should almost be disgusting, but I can’t get enough. I rub my face into him and breathe in some more, fighting the urge to start kissing him. My hands reach around his lower back and chest, trying to get my hands more acquainted with his perfect skin.
“I could smell you forever, Matthew.” I say in a trance. “I get hard whenever I get just a whiff of you.”
I don’t know what I’m saying or why I’m saying it, but at this point, I don’t really care. Matthew’s hand finds my hard cock in my pants again, and he starts to slowly and delicately rub it.
“I can see that. You’re practically bursting the seam,” he says, low and gruff.
I’m breathing more heavily now.
“I was incredibly hard when you smelled me this morning,” he continues.
“And I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve been hard ever since.” I reply back almost immediately.
I come up for air from his arm pit, my nose slightly damp with his sweat. My hand travels up and sits behind his neck. With almost all sense of self thrown out the window, I attack. I thrust my face into Matthew’s neck and start to kiss it up and down. He moans and leans into me. His sweeter scent fills my nose, a smokey and spicy vanilla, mixed with the salty and sour sweat still on my nose. My lips graze his stubble as I suck on his neck, and they start to hurt after a while, but I don’t care. All I can think about is him, his neck, his skin, his scent, his warmth. I think about all the hickeys that will be up and down his neck when I’m done with him-
I push myself off him. Shit. I can’t leave him with kiss marks all over his neck, he couldn’t cover it for work.
“What is it?” He asks, with genuine concern in his voice.
“Nothing- I… I just…” My mind is racing again. “Are you sure about this?” I finally stammer.
I look around at the empty fitting room we are standing in, his clothes on the ground, mine still on me. I finally realised how exposed we are to anybody coming in and finding us. Not that many people are still in the store, but still, it’s possible.
“I’m sure if you’re sure,” he responds.
I pause, I look back to the entrance of the fitting room, and then to Matthews eyes. Fuck ’em. If anyone finds us, let them watch – hell, they can join in.
I look down at his bulging underwear and smirk.
“Well, looks like someone’s gotten bigger since last time.” I say as I put my hand on his bulge.
He’s semi-erect now, his cock much thicker and longer than before, stretching his underwear to the absolute limit.
“Only got you to blame for that.” He smirks back.
I use my hand to outline his bulge again, seeing it’s bigger size with my fingertips as they delicately drag down his shaft.
“Do you want to hold it?” He asks me.
My heart skips a beat.
“Matthew- I couldn’t”
“I want you to.”
He holds out his hand and I meet it. As we touch, it seems as though the whole world falls behind us.
He takes my hand and guides it to the waistband of his underwear. With his hand on top of mine, he slides down under the waistband. I feel his course and thick pubic hair first. It’s not overgrown by any means, but it’s well kept. He lets go of my hand, and I keep going further down until I finally touch the base of his naked shaft with my fingertips. His skin is the warmest under here. I take a deep breath in, still not believing that this is happening, and keep going further. My fingertips, and the rest of my hand, glides down his naked shaft, my fingers wrapping around instinctively. I reach the tip at the bottom of the underwear, and then drag my hand back up his shaft, taking in every inch. His cock is soft and warm, a comforting member in my hands, a key to my lock.
While I’m still holding him, Matthew reaches for the sides of his underwear, and pulls them down to his ankles, and steps out of them. He stands in front of me completely naked. I let go of him for a moment and stare at his now naked. His cock follows the even olive skin tone from the rest of his body, and falls quite heavy off his body. He’s circumcised, but I knew that already from feeling it. As suspected, he’s not completely shaved down here but it is kept rather trim, stopping at his shaft. His balls, however, are completely shaved, and hang incredibly low, nestling just below his head.
I bring my hand forward again and my fingers find him again. I slot my palm under his semi-hard cock and I feel the weight of him.
“Get on your knees.” He breaks the silence with a low and rough command that surprises me.
I flash my eyes to him and he holds me in a gaze.
“Kneel, Blake.” He reiterates.
I break my eye contact, let go of his cock, and get to my knees. Kneeling in front of him, he is on full display right in front of my eyes. I reach for the head and lift it up using just my finger tips. I hold it out to see his semi-hard length, and feel the weight of him again. I study his length and his thickness, he’s much thicker now than he was earlier. I look down to his balls, they hang undisturbed and with a sheen of sweat where his cock was laying. With my other hand, I cup his balls and stroke them up and down. I feel their weight against the palm of my hand.
I stare at the underside of his shaft and his stretching ball sac. I lean my face forward and put my nose into this empty space. I breathe in and I smell his cock for the first time. It’s a mix of warm musk and sweat, an intense scent that almost gags me but I would rather breathe this than air. I let go of his cock and let it fall onto my face, the underside slapping my cheek and then rolling off to the side. I breathe him in once more and his pheromones fill my head. I moan. I can’t control myself. I move my mouth up and start to kiss up the underside of his shaft. The feeling of his cock veins on my lips and the smell of him in my nose sends me into overdrive. I can feel his cock hardening on my lips as I peck him all the way up, his member starts to throb, lengthening and thickening with each pump. By the time I reach the underside of his head he is fully erect, thrusting outwards and curving downwards slightly. I kiss the underside of his head and his whole body shivers.
“Blake,” he whispers.
I lean back and look at his cock as it stands out from his body. Right then and there, I decide to play with him a bit more so he could never forget this experience.
In a very serious, customer-service-like voice, I look up to him and say, “Oh, sir, there was one thing we forgot to measure for your pants, and as you said it’s really important we get the most accurate measurements.”
The naked man behind the erect cock looks at me, mouth open initially from pleasure but now in confusion, doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, but then I see the switch in his face as he realises.
“Of course, of course, what ever you need.” He smirks.
I pull out the tape measure from my pocket and unravel it. I grab the end of it and place it at the base of his cock, in with his pubic hair. I run the tape along the top of his shaft, holding it in place with my fingers on either side, until it reaches his head. Matthew bounces his cock, disrupting the tape.
“Please be sensible, Matthew, this is important,” I laugh.
“I’ll try,” he responds.
I re-position the tape back onto his cock and look at the final measurement.
“7.9 inches in length, very nice.” I say.
I pull the tape off and wrap it around the middle of his shaft.
“and… 6 inches around the middle.” I finish, pulling the tape free. “So in other words, pretty fucking big.”
Matthew laughs loudly, making his cock bounce up and down. A small part of my brain panics, thinking that surely someone heard that.
“So will you have something that will fit me?” He asks, still laughing. I’m snapped back to what’s in front of me.
“Should do.” I meet his eyes for a second, then travel down.
I reach for him, and finally wrap my hand around his hard cock, my hand only just able to fit right around. I begin to stroke him, up and down, slowly. His cock is warm still, but the skin is soft enough for my hand to freely glide its length. While I’ve only known him for a few days, a week at best, I’ve dreamt of this moment every night and day since. To have Matthew within my hand, masterbating his big, soft, delicate cock. I’m looking at his member, absolutely mesmerised. My mouth is agape and I can feel drool pooling. I need to take the next step.
“Matthew?” I say, looking up at him.
He breathes out from pleasure.
“Please,” is all he can say.
I take this as my sign. I hold his cock up from the base and start to gentle suck on just the head of his cock, using my tongue to stroke the underside of his head. His body shivers so much that he has to hold onto the wall next to him to keep steady. I barely have any of his cock in my mouth and it’s already starting to feel bigger than I thought. His tip tastes of pre-cum, I didn’t even realise he was pre-cumming until it was in my mouth. It tastes like diluted salt water with a thicker texture. I can hear him breathing even more heavily now, and still, the first thing I think about is ‘what if someone hears us?’ My eyes travel to the fitting rooms entrance expecting to see someone enter, causing Matthew’s cock to slip from my mouth. He reaches around, cups his hand into the side of my face, and guides my eyes to his. I can feel my heart in my throat and I can tell the only thing in my eyes was fear.
“You’re with me, no one is going to bother us.” He said, the words travelling through me.
I respond with a nod. He strokes my cheek with his thumb, comforting me, easing me back to him. His hand travels up my face to my hair, and starts to play with it. I understand what he’s doing.
I look back down. He hasn’t softened at all. I reposition my hand at the base and open my mouth again. I glide my mouth over his cock, going past the head and continuing down the shaft. Matthew’s grip on my hair tightens as my lips travel further down. I stop just after halfway down, his length and girth filling my entire mouth. I could not go any further.
“Keep going.” Matthew says, pushing my head further into him.
I manage to get a little bit further, feeling his head on the back of my mouth. I start breathing more heavily through my nose.
“I thought you said you had something that would fit me?” He smirks.
I barely have enough time to react when he starts to bury my face into his cock again, this time I manage to get to the base. His head well and truly reached the back of my throat, I can feel him and only him in my mouth, as though his cock has filled up every crack and crevice. He holds my head in this position for my bit longer. My saliva starts to fall out from between my lips and his shaft. I breathe in heavily though my nose and I get a whiff of his raw smell. I can smell his sweat, it’s a different kind of sweat, a muskier, more pheromonic scent, mixed in with the saltiness of his pre-cum, and the warmth from his hot skin. I let it fill my lungs and enter my blood stream.
My eyes begin to water and my gag reflex starts to kick in. Matthew pulls on my hair gently, a signal that I can finally release. I rip his cock out of my mouth, strings of spit still connecting his shaft to my lips. I can’t help but moan as he leaves my mouth, and he moans with me as I do. I’m breathing heavily, his cock is red and throbbing. It glistens and shines, tantalizing me as it’s ready to continue. My skin prickles and grows hot, so I undo my shirt in an attempt to get some air flow. I’ve barely undone my last button before my hands throw themselves to Matthews cock and I start to suck him again. This time I move my mouth up and down his cock, still only managing to get just past halfway before he has filled my entire mouth. As I pull out, my tongue grazes his underside and I can feel every vein on his soft and slick skin, and my lips collide with his swollen cock head. I can hear Matthew’s breath shake with intensity. I keep going, gaining stride and speed.
“Bl-Blake, wait,” he stammers. I stop immediately, expecting the worst. He smirks, “take yours out too, I want to see it.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I spit out.
I rip off my open shirt and throw it to the ground. For a split second I consider just opening my pants and pulling out my cock, but I am taken over by a wave of my own libido. I want him to see all of me like I can see all of him. I yank my shoes off and, before I can think for even a second longer, I unbutton my pants and pull them down with my underwear. My hard cock flings forward and exposes itself to Matthew. I’m not as well kept as Matthew. my pubic hair, while trimmed, has a lot more coverage and foliage as him. As I throw my clothes into one of the stalls, Matthew looks at my naked body. I kneel in front of him again, his member bounces up and down, as does mine. My cock is definitely smaller than his, but it’d be about as thick. The very sight of my own makes me want his even more. Matthew glides his hands down my now exposed shoulders, his eyes are only on my cock.
“You are beautiful,” is all he says.
I lean back into him and put his throbbing shaft back into my mouth. He moans. My own cock jumps again. After a few pumps, take him out and lift his cock by its head and wrap my mouth around the side of his lower shaft. I can’t reach all the way down to his base, but that doesn’t mean I won’t get to it. My tongue wraps around his thick base, his pubic hair makes the skin rougher but it doesn’t bother me. One of my hands wrap around his low-hanging balls, they are slick with sweat and hot to the touch. My mouth travels down from the base and begins to suck on his balls. My tongue glides the surface of his ball sack, entering the folds and tasting his tangy sweat. I suck on his hanging balls, each entering my mouth one at a time. I can feel the weight of them on my face.
His scent hits me again, and I guide my nose up from his ball sack to his cock, and furiously suck him, faster and deeper than I did before. My right hand finds my own cock and I finally allow myself to start jerking off. From a single touch, my cock starts to leak pre-cum. I keep going. My mouth works Matthews cock and my hand works my own, the rhythm of the two syncing as though they are one. He moans have become deeper and louder, his breathing heavier.
“Wait- Wait Blake, I’m gonna-” He finally says. “I’m gonna cum.”
My chest flutters from this. I keep going, pumping his cock even deeper with my mouth, and pulling my own cock even faster. I want him to cum in my mouth. I want to taste him. But he has other plans. He grips my hair and pulls my head off his cock. I’m out of breath, but I look a his red and throbbing cock as he shoots ropes of cloudy, white cum directly onto my chest. He orgasms as he cums, moaning so loud that someone in the store surely heard him. I look down at my chest, still rising and falling, and see that it is absolutely drenched in his cum. I have never seen this much in my life.
I feel slightly disappointed that he didn’t finish in my mouth allowing me to taste his salty nectar, but from seeing how much he released, I’m not sure it was all fit. However, almost out of no where Matthew drops to his knees, his body still shaking from the orgasm, and starts licking up all of his cum off my chest. He’s like an insatiable beast, his tongue following the grooves of my chest and tickling my exposed nipples, collecting all of his cum in his mouth. My heart is beating out of my chest, my body grows hot. I wasn’t expecting this much contact with him. His tongue tickles me as it travels up and down. He finishes collecting all of his release into his mouth, and then rams his mouth into mine, kissing me. I feel the flood of his still warm and salty cum before I feel his tongue. It coats my entire mouth and mixes in with my saliva. Our tongues tangle together, his stubbled mouth and chin grazes mine as he furiously kisses me. He tastes like nothing else before. I feel his cum leaking from the sides of our mouthes, so I push some more back into his mouth. He laughs while still attached to me.
He finally releases me, both of us needing to come up for air. We both sit back down on our knees, my cock is still hard and standing up, his has softened a bit, but is still thick, red, and glistening. His mouth is open, smirking, with dribbles running down the sides. I still have the majority of cum in my open mouth. I look him directly in the eye and swallow all of the warm and thick liquid. He chuckles and lifts his arm up to rub his neck. I follow his arm pit and flexing biceps.
Matthews eyes travel down to my cock. He holds open his hand and spits the remaining cum-mixed silva into his palm. My heart starts racing again, beating out of my chest so hard that I’m sure he could see it. I stare at his naked body once more, and I am taken aback at how insane this entire situation is. He moves his silva covered hand towards me and I all I can do – all I want to do – is submit to him. He grabs my cock with his wet hand and starts to jerk me off. A shiver runs down my spine as Matthew finally touches my bare cock, a fantasy brought into reality. It feels like learning what touch is all over again. I push my hips into his hand, and slide my own hand up my chest, collecting any remaining cum. I suck on my fingers, tasting the tangy and salty residue. I start leaking pre-cum, and a moan escapes my mouth.
“That’s a good boy.” He grunts out.
He starts to pump a little bit faster, and with his other hand he grabs my balls, which have started to retreat up. I look back to him and find his eyes. There’s something in his eyes that I haven’t seen before, his pupils are enlarged and it’s almost like a rabid animal has taken over his body.
“Such a nice cock you got, don’t you agree?” He asks.
“Mmm, y-yes.” Is all I manage to get out.
“Yeah, nice and thick, Just how I like them.”
His stroking speeds up, his hand gliding over my glistening cock with ease. My legs start to shake and I can feel my climax rising. I’ll be honest, I lasted a lot longer than I thought I did. My breathing becomes shallow and shakey, my lower starts to give out. I feel a rush of blood to my head and all the sound in the world disappears. I can feel it coming.
“Wait!” I breathlessly say.
Matthew slows for a split second, just long enough for me to throw his hand out of the way, grab the base of my erupting cock and guide it so it points to his chest. I orgasm loudly as ropes of white and viscous cum shoot from my throbbing shaft onto Matthews toned chest. He gasps as I continue to rain on him. I finally stop and fall back as my orgasm takes over me. My cock feels hot, and my body continues to convulse, and I try to catch my breath again. But the jobs not done. I sit back up, still experience my orgasm, and fall into Matthews chest as he still sits there, stunned. I flick my tongue out and trace out his muscles, collecting my cum as I go along. Matthew chuckles as he realises what I’m doing. His chest is stubbly against my tongue, but his skin is smooth, slick with sweat. His body is still hot. I lick his nipples, as he did mine, and scoop the last remaining cum into my mouth.
My mouth finds his and we kiss once more, pushing the cum in my mouth back and forth between us while our tongues tango. My arms wrap around his body as we do this, and his wrap around mine. He feels safe, warm. I can feel his heart beat on my bare chest, I feel his shoulders move when he breathes. I release from his mouth to catch my breath, our faces still close to each other, our bodies still intertwined. He looks me in the eyes and swallows the cum in his mouth. I do the same. I lean into his neck, still catching my breath, so I breathe in his sweet-salty scent, now even saltier from sweat and stray cum drops. His musk wraps around me as well, as he continues to wrap himself around me. I feel his swinging cock touch mine. That would make me hard if it wasn’t still raw from being beaten. If anything, it feels endearing. A comfortable exposure, as though we were always like this, as though a touch like that doesn’t have to mean anything.
“Thank you,” I whisper out.
“No, thank you.” He says, his voice low.
We sit in silence for a moment, folded into each other.
“I should probably get those trousers for you now.” I say, softly.
Matthew laughs out loud, I hear it coming from deep within him.
“Yeah, I guess you should.” He finally responds.
I get up from his neck and let go of him, but before I can stand up he holds my arms.
“I hope we can do this again” He says.
I smile.
“I’m sure we will.” I finally say.
We both stand up, and as I’m searching for my clothes I look over at Matthew. His naked body is still like a sculpture, his skin glistens under the down-lights of the store and his softening cock still swings around between his legs. Oh yeah, I definitely want more of that.