Yo man, I went into dis jeans sto' wid muh honey on muh arm n'shyt. She'd jis got 'er income tax back n' wuz gonna buy me sum new shyt. So we walk inna sto', and I start brousin' round. Dis brutha comes up ta us 'n ask if I wuz look'n fo' anythin' in partic'lar. I said "yeh yo, dese jean out-fitz look fly dawg, I wannabout 3 pair in diff'ant collas".
We picked out afew ov da new jean 2 piece suits, one brown, one grey, one tan, then I went into da fit'n room to try 'em on. I wuz back der try'n on muh shyt, when da sales dude came back 'n asked if I needed any help wid anythin'. Befo' I could even answer, da ma'phucka opens da dressin' room door and walks rite in.
I wuz a lil' off guarded by dis, but I wuz already covered up, so it ain't matta much.
"Looks like they fit well." he said, tak'n liberty to touch me by muh waist, stickin' his fingers inna waist-band to check fo' room.
Nigga had gull.
"How's it feel?" he asked, look'n at muh reaction inna mirror.
"Dey a lil' tight inna crotch." I said, pullin' at da seams.
"Let me see." he said, git'n down on one knee 'n twist'n muh hips round ta face 'em.
He grabbed me at da top ov my waist band, 'n tugged on da material. Muh crotch wuz bulge'n as muh dick 'n balls wuz squeezed togeth'a wid no room to stretch.
"I see what the problem is my brutha-" he said, neva tak'n his eyes off da bulge.
"-these pants were stitched to taper in the hips. They were basically designed with white folk in mind. Theres no room for your.....I mean, for the bruthas that are packing in the front."
I noticed dude lick his lips az he talked, like his mouff wuz water'n.
"Yeh well, I ain't no whiteboi." I said, git'n ready to giv' da jeans back.
"Wait-' he said, tak'n a seccon ta look up from my crotch.
"-I can take them out for you. Theres no need for you to pass up this good deal if you really want them. At no extra charge of course."
I thought about it fo' a minnut.
"A'ight." I said.
Dude pulled da yella messure'n tape from round his neck, 'n stretched it cross muh hips. Then down da front ov muh leg. Then n'tween muh legs, brush'n his hands round muh balls.
"Do you mind if I......messure the in-seam?" he asked, look'n up at me like he wuz pray'n I say "yes".
"A'ight."
He placed da tip ov da tape up un'da muh balls, use'n his thumb ta keep it steady, then placed da oth'a four fingers on muh bulge while he pulled da tape down ta muh ankle. I noticed his fingers start ta massage muh bulge, mak'n da lump rise. Af'ta see'n muh reaction, dude let da tape fall to da flo'.
"You can remove you pants now." he whispered, look'n up at muh face.
I reached down 'n started undo'n da bottons. Dude remained on his knee, look'n at me like I wuz unwrap'n his Christmas present. When I finish'd unwrap'n, he helped me pull 'em down 'n take 'em off muh feet. I stood der infront ov 'em neaked, except fo' muh white socks 'n dark blu box'r-breefs. Dude remained on his knees, stare'n directly inta crotch. He wuz so brazen, dat muh dick start'd ta grow from da way he stared.
A smile creeped cross his face when he saw it hard'n.
He put da pantz onna flo' b'side 'em, 'n leaned inta muh crotch. His nose touched da base ov muh covered dick, 'n he nuzzled his face inta my groin. Da ma'phucka den reached up 'n start'd ta pull down muh waist band. Muh dick sprung out likea Jack'n a Box, bounce'n up 'n down likea spring. Dude gripped da base wid his fist, 'n sniffed then licked muh hairy balls, pop'n 'em in 'n out ov his mouff.
I look'd inta da mirror b'side me, 'n watched dude lick muh shaft all da way up ta da tip b'fo tak'n da fat uncircumsized head inta his mouff. He pulled back da skin, 'n sucked on da round head, then let his tounge wash da un'da-belly az he took me deep'a in.
Dude look'd strange down on his knees infront ov me, suck'n on muh joint. I alwayz considered gay boiz ta be des fem-feminine katz dat switch, suck day teefs, roll dey eyes, 'n snap dey fingers like Damion Wayans on In Livin' Color. Dis dude wuz az straight look'n az me, wid his broad shoulders, short cut do, trimmed mustache 'n rugget looks. I neva woulda pictured 'em on his knees fo' anythin' oth'a then puzzy.
But dude wuz fast work'n on muh dick like a pro. he knew we ain't hav' alotta time az he wuz at work, 'n muh gurl wuz out inna sto' wait'n fo' me.
He suck'd muh shyt inta da back ov his mouth, his tounge slither'n long da cum-tube at da belly az he took me deep'a 'n deep'a. I wuz sir'prized when muh dick did'n stop at da back ov his throat like it do wid muh gurl. She likes ta suck dick too, but alwayz gag on it when da head bumps da back ov 'er throat. But hom-boi kept on go'n, let'n muh joint slide pass 'n inta his throat like it wuz nothin'.
His lips wrap'd round da base ov muh dick, then he burried his nose in muh pubs, inhale'n deep. I threw muh head back. I could'n help but let out a low moan. I don't git muh shyt deep throat'd offen.
Dude pull'd back, let'n muh dick slide cross his moist lips 'n wet tounge. He grabbed one hand onta muh thick thighs fo' support, while da oth'a hand twisted muh balls round in day sack. He picked up da pace ov his suck, bob'n his head back 'n forth likea chicken. I watch'd throu da mirror az dude greedy'd 'emself on muh dick like it wuz his lass meal b'fo die'n.
Da thought ov dis guy suck'n me off inna fit'n room wid muh gurl only afew feet away, got me hot az hell. I reach'd down 'n grabbed hold'a dudes head, pull'n it back 'n forth on muh dick, mak'n 'em suck me hard'a 'n fast'a. His mustached lips wuz fly'n up 'n down muh spit covered long dong. See'n muh hot chocolate coller'd dick slam in n' out ov his paper-bag coller'd face, made muh jimmy jump on his tounge.
"Ummmmm" he moaned e'rytime muh dick press'd da back ov his mouff. Muh thighs powered muh hips which caused muh balls ta slap inta his chin. Spit ran out da corn'as ov his mouff az I held his head still 'n power phuck'd his face like it wuz new puzzy n'shyt. Dude jis kinda left his mouff open, let'n me phuck 'em az hard, long 'n deep az I wannit.
"Ma'phuck'n rite! Suck dat phuck'n dick boi!" I said, fo'git'n where I wuz at.
Hom-boi start'd moan'n louder, muh dick wuz mak'n 'em so phuck'n hot, dat he threatened ta pull it off at da root wid jis his lips alone.
"Das rite bitch, take dat ma'phuck'n dick down yur throat. Eat dat shyt up!"
Dude grabbed me by both muh thighs, tilted his head back so dat his throat wuz at a certain angle, then burried his entire face in muh crotch, muh entire dick wuz slithed down his suck'n gullet.
"Ma'phucka!" I yelled madd. Dude wuz cause'n me ta cum rite den 'n der. Not when I wannit ta cum, but when he made me cum. He let muh juicy load pour down inta da back ov his throat, straight inta his stomach. He grinded his face in muh pubs, muh balls smashed up against his chin.
I felt so damn weak inna knees when muh climax finally sub-sided. I hadda lean against dat back wall b'fo I fell down exhaulted. Dude had drained me dry.
Muh gurl wuz still wait'n fo' me onna sto' flo'.
I watched throu closed slitz az dude released muh dick from his mouff, mak'n shure he got e'ry drop ov cum honey muh balls could seep out.
He carefully coverd muh softened dick wid muh un'dawear.
"Was that alright sir?" he asked, know'n damn well it wuz.
"Yeh dawg. Dat shyt wuz off da hook." I said, watch'n 'em gather da clothes off da flo'.
He stood up, pull'n da oth'a jean-setz off da wall hanger.
"Shall I ring these up and get started on the alterations?"
"Yeh. Yeh money, do dat." I said, pull'n on da pantz I came in wid.
Once I finihed dress'n, I left out da fit'n room 'n ran inta anoth'a male costumer. Dude had been inna fit'n room next ta mine, 'n had heard da whole thing.
He jis look'd at me wid a smirk az I walked out ta da sales flo'.
I went ova ta where muh gurl wuz pay'n fo' muh clothes. Da sales dude handed Charlene back 'er change.
"Uh, you can pick up your clothes in about an hour sir." he told me when I walk'd up.
"Kewl." I said, hope'n muh gurl could'n tell I jis got muh dick sucked inna back by anoth'a guy.
"Hope to have you as a valued customer, and I look forward to servicing you again real soon." dude said az I walked wid my gurl toward da front ov da sto'.
"You will playa." I said, intend'n on do'n all ov muh shop'n der from now on.
Jis az I wuz ready to leave, I saw da sales dude go ova ta da guy I saw inna fit'n room. Dey made afew quick exchanges about sum items dude had in hand, den dey both disappeared in da back, where da fit'n rooms wuz. Da sales dude clutch'n dat yella messure'n tape round his neck.
I knew whut dude would be messure'n.