Special Sale on Boys' Trousers and Underwear - Chapter 2 by Dennis Banneker StoriesNew@Yahoo.com April 7, 2006 ________________________________________________________
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Special Sale on Boys' Trousers and Underwear Dennis Banneker StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
(NOT ALL NAMED CHARACTERS APPEAR IN CHAPTER TWO)
- Dillon Adams, 17 - Various High School students, 14 to 18 - Some interested College students, 18 to 22 - Zak, 19, a college student ____________________________________________
Special thanks to one reader, whose email comments resulted in a scene toward the beginning of this chapter. ____________________________________________
When I adjusted the elastic around the ball-pouch, I slid my fingers in, contacting hot flesh.
Kevin's reaction was an immediate throb of his dick, which bulged the fabric out a great deal momentarily. The boy was fully erect.
When I repeated my action, Kevin sucked in a big breath, his penis jumping outward with more force.
"Um," he said, a strange grin on his face, "I think I have to DO something." His hand went to his balls--the fingers cupping them, his thumb rubbing the base of his bone.
"Would you like ME to do it?" __________________________________
CHAPTER 2
"Um, well . . . y-yeah, I guess," Kevin said, shifting sexily from foot to foot. His bashful look made me throb with desire.
There was just enough doubt in his face that I decided to take a different course for the moment.
"I'll be right back," I said to a baffled 14-year-old.
Poor kid didn't know what he was in for, but this would help in my quest to have him trust me completely. Once I had Kevin's total confidence, I could make my move.
"Here we go," I said, returning with a small ice pack. "Just lie down--on your back."
A nice feature of our fitting rooms was the refrigerator in each one. This way, we could give our clients ice water and snacks.
Kevin wasn't looking at what I'd carried in--too busy staring at my bulge. He was lying on his back in a few seconds. His bulge might have become a flagpole if the red briefs weren't restricting it. I wondered what he thought was going to happen.
"This'll be cold--might hurt a little."
"What are you--AHHH! That's COLD!" he shouted.
I'd stuffed the plastic ice pack into his briefs and down against his balls--not a comfortable thing for a guy, especially a hard and horny boy like Kevin.
But it had to be done. Things had been moving along too quickly, and I may have incurred Kevin's rejection.
"It's okay. Hang in there, Kevin."
"AH! I can't take it," he said, his face all twisted.
"Okay, I'll move it." I slid the ice pack upward.
"God, no!" Kevin shouted as the frozen thing slid along his hard shaft and hit the head of his cock.
"It's all right," I said, watching the boy's dick soften. "You're a real man now, aren't you?"
"Huh? Oh, I get it. AH! It's a test?" he said, breaking into a smile--one that alternated between pride in himself and the stressful discomfort of the ice. "Uh!"
"Whatever test it was, you passed it, Kevin," I said with my best smile as I watched the kid's teeth chatter.
After a few more seconds, I removed the ice and set it aside.
"There. Do you feel okay?"
"Y-yeah," he said, pleased with himself that he survived the ordeal. "But my . . . balls are freezing," he added quietly, a tiny smile betraying his consent.
Without hesitation, I cupped his balls in my palm. I was sure the warmth of my hand was a pleasant contrast to the cold.
"Oh! Yeah, that feels nice."
"Good. Now you're soft and I can make sure the new briefs aren't too big for you," I said, adjusting the elastic around his legs and ball sac again. "Look in the mirror."
Kevin was busy studying his crotch, which looked temptingly full despite the shrinking effect of the cold.
Standing beside him with my stubborn erection, I marveled that this diversion had worked so well. When Kevin touched his bulge, my cock jumped outward, catching his eye. We froze for a few moments, the boy catching his breath, shaking himself and getting his bearings. He blushed, speaking to hide his embarrassment.
"Um--I like these briefs, Dillon. Do they still look okay?"
"Perfect. What do YOU think?"
"I think they fit better than any underwear I ever had. What kind are they?"
"Giormani. An Italian import. Cotton, silk, and cashmere blend."
"Wow! I love 'em. They feel so smooth--like skin almost."
"Expensive though--fifty-nine dollars a pair."
"That's okay. Ten of these will still be less than six- hundred."
Spoken like a true wealthy boy, I thought as I made notes on his customer record.
"Ten it is," I said, hiding the sexual tension I felt. "You can pick out colors later." I looked up to see Kevin's finger having an intimate moment with the bulge in his new red briefs.
I brought an electric space-heater into the fitting area to keep Kevin warm. A boy naked from the waist down except for thin briefs was likely to get cold. Besides, the warmer it got, the more comfortable he would be taking off clothing for my special measurements.
"Are you ready for me to measure you for your new suit?"
"Sure," Kevin said with a big smile. I was loving this boy's attitude more and more.
"I'll bring in some sample suits for you to look at."
"Okay."
I had boy's suits in a wheeled rack just outside the fitting room. I'd selected the cut, fabrics, and colors myself--designed to have maximum appeal to a young high-school boy like Kevin. I pulled the modesty curtain, making a sight barrier between Kevin and the fitting-room door, and made my exit.
"Whoa!" Kevin said as I returned. I wheeled the rack toward him, "those are way COOL!"
"Glad you like what you see." I smiled at him.
I liked what I saw as Kevin stood at the rack, dressed only in skimpy briefs, examining each jacket, feeling the fabrics--and unconsciously touching himself. At one point, he stared at a particular suit and fingered his dick, causing my bone to lurch outward in multiple throbs.
"That's a good cut. Striking pattern," I said in my professional voice. It was a European cut, the fabric a basic muted lavender with a soft, gold-colored thread grouping that made an irregular contrasting pattern."
"I love the colors--and how the stripe zigzags."
"That's called an enervator thread--not quite a stripe, but it makes an interesting, subtle pattern."
"Ha-ha. Sounds like you're talking about a car."
"Keep looking. There's more suits I can bring in."
"No," he said, his face in a permanent grin, "these are great."
Kevin went through all thirty-five samples, and returned his attention to the grayed lavender suit.
"You like that one, don't you."
"Yeah," he said with a cute blush, "I love lavender. Especially this sort of smoky look."
"High-quality stuff. French. A Du Maurice original. Very nice choice, Kevin."
"I never saw anything as good as this," he said, turning to look at me. "And it feels so good," he added, running his fingers over the luxurious fabric. The boy beamed with pride and gave me his cutest look, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Try the jacket on--just to get a general idea."
Before Kevin reached for the hanger, his cell phone rang, playing the opening bars of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony.
Apparently it was his dad calling. Kevin hit a button and aimed the phone at the suit he liked. It was no surprise that his cell phone could transmit live images.
"What do you think, dad?" he asked, voice overflowing with energy. From the animated grin on Kevin's face, I surmised his dad approved. Suddenly Kevin handed me his phone. "My dad," he whispered, his grin infectious.
"Hello, Mr. Braniff?"
"That's stunning, Dillon. Did you help Kevin pick it out?"
"No, sir. He did it all on his own," I said, choosing my words to give Kevin high praise. "He picked out some underwear, too. I hope that's all right."
"Of course. I'm proud of him. Does the underwear truly fit him properly?" Kevin's dad said.
Apparently 'fit' had been an issue with Kevin's previous underwear selection--certainly not a selection made in my store.
"The fit--we tested that out thoroughly, sir."
Oh, boy--DID we!
"What do you mean, 'we?' I'm sure you checked it out and Kevin just stood there."
"Well," I said, grinning at Kevin as I spoke, "that's true. But Kevin made the final selection."
I held back from saying that I'd definitely checked him out.
"I'm proud of both of you," the man said, giving me the feeling he'd just mentally adopted me.
"Should we be talking about price, sir?" I asked, my voice nearly breaking as I saw Kevin pull the waist of his briefs forward and stare down at his equipment.
"No. Do you have two of those suits?"
"Yes, sir."
"He'll take two. Pays to have a backup. If he likes it that much, he'd be heartbroken if something happened to it. And if he wants some shirts, just add them in for me. Can you do that, Dillon?"
"Yes. No problem, sir."
Kevin spoke a few moments with his father before disconnecting. The man must have praised his son generously. I don't remember seeing a boy look happier or more pleased with himself. This was the perfect lead in to what I had in mind.
Without being prompted, Kevin slipped into the jacket.
"Oh, yeah," he said, grinning at his reflection, rubbing his hands on the fabric, "I really like this."
"Then I'll get you fitted," I said, grasping my measuring tape and feeling my crotch spring back to life. "Each cut is unique and requires a special fit."
"Dillon," Kevin said, looking down at his red bikini as he removed the jacket, "what colors do these briefs come in?"
"They definitely come in lavender," I said to a cutely blushing boy.
"Oh. You knew."
"Yeah," I said sheepishly. "And if there's a color we don't have, we can dye a white one any color you want."
"You're kidding?"
"Nope," I said with a silly laugh. This put Kevin further at ease. "But now comes the hard part," I said, making it sound as if something bad were about to happen.
"Hard part?" he said with his cute gulp.
"Nah. Just need your bare chest so I can get started measuring you."
"I can do that," he said, grinning mischievously.
As Kevin removed his dress shirt, I took it, hanging it up. He wore an immaculately white tee shirt, and when he pulled it off, I suppressed a gasp. This 14-year-old had broad shoulders, solid mounds of little pecs, subtle ripples in his abdomen, and a belly button with a wisp of blond hair I found enticing.
I stepped back for a better view. There he was, a beautiful, intoxicating boy--naked except for a small pair of briefs, the budding muscles of Kevin's chest, stomach, and legs, while obvious, had a roundness to them that enhanced the smooth lines of his body. This aroused me. He had me lightheaded.
"Kevin--you have quite a build for a boy your age." With trembling hands, I folded his tee shirt neatly, put it aside, and returned to grip my hands over his warm shoulders. "Solid."
"Oh, thanks," he said, "I um . . . work out a little." It was the modesty and understated look of pride that separated the well- bred and rich boys from the others.
When Kevin rubbed his hands over his naked chest, my cock reached new levels of stiffness, especially when I saw his little nipples harden.
"Hold your arms out," I said, standing behind Kevin, wrapping the tape around his chest, my hands sliding under the tiny tufts of hair in the boy's satiny armpits.
Kevin jumped.
"That tickled!"
"See? I told you this was the hard part."
"I can take it a lot harder than that," Kevin said with a wry smile. His careless wording had an immediate effect on my bone.
"Good to hear. I might have to get rough with you," I said, making us both laugh.
I chose that moment to pick him up with my hands firmly under each armpit. I worked out, too--a lot--and stood upright as I lifted his body, his feet rising well off the floor.
"You're strong," Kevin said, in awe of what I'd done.
"Are you scared of me now?"
"No," he said, giggling as I let him down. "You'd never hurt me."
"Good You're right."
"Yeah." He turned around to face me, a new warmth in his expression. "You're nice," he said, his eyes looking a bit hypnotized, burning into mine.
"So are you, Kevin," I said, wondering if he were aware of the effect he had on me.
"You're blushing," Kevin said. "You look cute when you blush."
As soon as the words were out, the poor boy turned a new shade of crimson, his face morphing quickly from happy to fearful. "I mean . . . I didn't mean to--"
"It's fine. You look cute when you blush, too," I said, my fingers softly rubbing his hot ears.
"Oh," he said, relieved. It seemed to be partly an erotic response, partly sudden insight, I thought. Looking in the mirror, he studied the movement in my crotch.
"It's a good thing it's early--we have a lot of measuring to do," I said, using 'we' to keep him involved.
I repeated the chest measurement, this time sliding my fingers gently over his nipples.
"Ah . . . mmmm."
"I have to do it again, to be sure. Are you okay with that?"
"Yeah," he said, drawing the word out, a dreamy sound to his young voice.
My eyes wandered to the mirror, to the engaging growth and movement in Kevin's bulging underwear. I bit my tongue and turned to write down his first upper-body measurement.
"Good size. Big." I said, half-dazed, facing him now, wrapping my tape around him at a lower point on his chest, glancing down to the fabric that covered the hardening tube of flesh I hadn't yet seen.
"Th-that's good."
Kevin closed his eyes as I continued to work my way down his chest and abdomen, measuring each point and recording it on the customer record.
When I got to his waist, I folded the thin waistband of the briefs down an inch, and, going behind him, adjusted the fold until the cleft of his firm bottom came into view. I rubbed the exotic fabric gently and paused to admire this small portion of his tight butt. I returned, smiling, to face the cute boy in the well-bulged briefs.
Kevin's eyes opened. I saw tension and pleasure in them. His boyhood stretched the briefs upward, some moisture at the tip of the bulging tube.
"I think I have all your upper-body data," I said, grasping the underwear's waistband. It's time to measure for your trousers and . . . pull these off."
"Okay," he said breathlessly. "You can do it."
Hearing Kevin ask me to take his underwear off made my heart pound. Pulling the fabric forward to accommodate his boy flesh, I slid the briefs down. He put his hands on my shoulders as he stepped out of the garment, remembering my instructions.
Kevin Braniff was naked before me. I wondered how many of his classmates would envy my position.
And there was Kevin's dick, hard, six inches of pounding excitement--pink and beckoning--presumably virginal, bigger, thicker than I expected. The clear fluid of masculine excitement flowed down the underside of his flawless shaft. The wide head of his penis looked hungrily at me as it nodded with the boy's accelerating heartbeat.
Pre-cum flowed inside my own Giormani briefs as I adored the naked flesh, recently hidden in a similar garment. It was nice, knowing we'd be wearing the same brand of underwear, probably for a long time. I felt the tremble in my legs with Kevin's boyhood inches from my face. I nearly forgot I was supposed to measure his inseam.
Kneeling in front of him, I slid the hard end of the tape up Kevin's thigh, looking up at the boy--his face neutral, his chest stirring with ragged breaths as my heated hand made its way up the boy's hairless flesh.
Instead of making him spread his legs for easier access, my other hand grasped the whole of his sac and pulled it aside.
"Ohhh," he said, the message of his thin voice unclear.
"Are you okay, Kevin?"
"Oh, yeah." He said it softly, but his voice carried a distinct approval. As if to confirm my flimsy doubt, he rested his hands on my head, and I slid the tape upward all the way. "Yeerff, ahh."
My fingers wiggled, nuzzling his tight scrotum and groin at the same time, the heat of him soaking into my hand.
"Long legs, boy," I said, losing control of myself, my eyes falling on his clenching fists before returning to his hardness. My pants strained to contain my own weapon, begging for freedom.
"Long . . . yeah," Kevin said, fully entranced now, his face angelic, enraptured, his hot hands sliding to my shoulders. As he bent forward, the head of his cock pressed into my gaping mouth. "Oh, God," he said, moaning, stretching each word.
The boy's hands gripped tightly now, his eyes glancing down at me, his face determined as he pushed his pulsating cock toward my throat.
"Mmmm," I moaned as my lips and tongue made love to his delicious shaft, giving him ten slow strokes.
Kevin shivered, his fingers gracing my ears with a gentle rubbing, their message clear.
"Well," I said, sliding off, "how do you feel now?"
"Dillon, no. Don't stop."
"We have to stop for a few. I can't have you getting your reward before all the measurements are finished. You want me to finish them . . . and you want your reward, don't you?"
"Ahh," he said, his hand squeezing his desperate erection. "Yes. Do it fast."
As I measured down each leg, I let my tongue take a fantastic journey between Kevin's hot, knotted balls and the soft flesh of his inner thigh.
"No fair," he said, voice rising with his youthful sense of justice.
"Okay." Reluctantly, I freed my tongue from his intimate warmth and licked the smoothness of his legs, recording the measurements with a scrawl I hoped would be intelligible later.
Finally I was done. My tongue played with his knee.
"Please," he said, his innocent voice pouring into my head and heart. "Do it. I won't tell."
"I won't either, I promise." I stood to go behind him. "Last measurement."
His hairless bottom was beautiful--perfectly smooth, full, not too big, the flesh hard--with lines incomparable to anything I'd seen before.
"Ohhh," he said as my hands massaged the mounds of flesh.
Standing, looking at his graceful back, I unzipped, and my cock felt fresh air suddenly. I stripped out of my pants and underwear.
"Arms out," I said, pressing my erect manhood against the firmness of his 14-year-old butt, startling the boy with my naked flesh--my cock vertical, its length nudging the depth of his fiery crevice.
In this position, I measured the top of his chest again, Kevin moaning as my hands and wrists drifted across his underarms. The wispy curls against my fingers sending sudden spasms to my penis.
His right arm twitched. I knew where its hand wanted to go.
"No--keep your arms out," I said, grasping his slick erection, squeezing it for him. I stroked the hard thing gently.
"No--do it . . . the other way," he said breathlessly.
I was very willing to comply. Besides, it was too forbidden-- pushed against him this way, my moist cock pressing along his back entrance. I withdrew, crawling to the front of him, acutely aware of his hard spike looming sensually above my head. I imagined drops of clear boy-fluid anointing my hair.
Looking up at him, I was greeted with an anxious lad, swaying, nodding eagerly, the subtle movements telling me his penis needed more than my hand could offer.
My smile was automatic. I had only dreamed of a boy as beautiful as Kevin, asking me to take his best part, that hot hardness, into my mouth.
Gently, I took him in.
Kevin's body writhed with the ebb and flow of my tongue and lips--and I had to hold him, my hands relishing the hard feel of those luscious mounds, my mouth in ecstasy--his breathing, moans, and keen arousal enthralling, compelling.
"Oh, Dillon," he said, spellbound, his boy-body heaving urgently, legs rapidly losing strength, "OH!"
Dennis Banneker. StoriesNew@Yahoo.com Any comments would be great!
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DENNIS B. - MY STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 7 APRIL 2006. 15 stories under the following 6 headings:
- HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE - SCOUT/CAMPING - BROTHER - ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER) - DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER) - "NO PAIN NO GAIN"
You can also find them under 'StoriesNew' in Nifty's Author section. NOT UNDER MY NAME. Don't know why Nifty did it that way, but what the heck. :-) All my stories are on Nifty.
HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES
- Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 11, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
- Special Sale on Boys' Trousers and Underwear
(17-year-old clothing salesman gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Ages 14 to 25.)
- Last post APPROX. April 7, 2006
NIFTY - High School; (maybe College)
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY
- Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Feb. 3, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest
BROTHER STORIES
- Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. April 2, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
- Eyes for My Hot Little Brother
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 25, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
- Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 24, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
- Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
NIFTY - Incest.
- Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
ADULT-YOUTH STORIES (TENDER)
- Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
- Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY
- My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
"NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES
- Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far.
I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Last post APPROX. March 7, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
- Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words "Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
- Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
- Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
LAST POST DATES good as of April 7, 2006, and may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this, because new chapters of the listed stories may have been posted since this was written.
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