Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2015 16:46:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: My New Birthday Suit

So here's what happened. There was this wedding coming up and it was also
around my birthday, so it was decided that I'd get fitted for a new suit at
the same time as the my dad and my uncle. They were both going to be in the
wedding, but I was like too young to be in it they said.

I wasn't all that excited about my "present" being a dumb suit, but I just
went along with the plan and said thank you.

My uncle picked us up, and we went to this tailor who was doing the suits.

We go through the store to the back room, and there's a little changing
booth and this like stage with three mirrors around it. My dad and my uncle
have their suits ready and just have to get them tailored to fit better,
but I have to get measured.

So my dad tells me to get up on the little stage and do whatever the tailor
tells me to. Then he goes into the booth to change while my uncle waits for
his turn.

The tailor's got this tape measure, and he tells me to take off my
sweater. I look at my uncle, and he like nods. So I pull it off and I don't
have a shirt under it, so I'm looking at three bare-chested triplets of
myself next to me.



The tailor measures my neck, and then he wraps it under my armpits and
around my chest, then he slides it down to my waist. Then he puts one part
on my back and rolls the tape down my arm to my wrist. He takes the tape
off and rests his hand on my shoulder for a second, and then he's jotting
down numbers on some paper.

I've got goosebumps on my arms from the cold air. My dad comes out in his
suit, and my uncle takes his into the changing booth.

The tailor goes over to him while I'm standing there waiting. He feels
around the suit and makes some marks with a piece of chalk. Then my uncle
comes out, and the tailor does the same stuff to him while my dad goes to
get changed.

Then the tailor comes back to me and tells me to take my jeans off. I'm a
little surprised by this, but my uncle nods again to tell me to do it.

I undo my jeans and let them drop to the floor. I'm just in my underwear
now. The tailor measures my waist again, but a little lower like with more
of my butt. Then he wraps the tape around my thigh. I look over at my
uncle, and he's watching. I look at my reflections.

The tailor jots down some numbers, and then he kneels in front of me. He
puts the tape at my ankle and then pastes it up my leg until his hand and
the tape are right next to my balls. His fingertips feel kind of cold
against the smooth skin of my inner thigh, and when he took his hand away
his knuckles grazed against my balls.

Then my dad comes out and looks at me and he's like "What are you
wearing!?"

I'm like, uh, my underwear, and he comes up and starts saying they're like
falling apart. They had a little hole around the elastic and were pretty
old, but they were still fine, but he says no that they're falling apart.

So he's like "Take those off now and throw them in the garbage." And he
goes to this stack of underwear packages that's there and starts looking
through them.

I'm just standing there, but they're all just waiting and watching. So I
finally just go ahead and take them off and stand there, completely naked.

I started to think about what if I pop a boner, but the opposite
happened. It was cold in the store and I guess maybe also from being
nervous, I shrunk down like after the pool.

So I felt pretty stupid the whole time, with this little dick, and then my
dad looks over and he's like "Well, when did you get hair down there?" I
roll my eyes and tell him like years ago, all embarrassed and annoyed.



So he asks me what size, and I say I don't know. So the tailor says to get
me a medium and that there's a sale rack on one brand, so my dad goes to
get me a package of underwear.

I'm still standing there completely nude, well except I still had socks
on. I wanted to like my put my hands in my pockets but I didn't have any,
or turn around but that just made three of my dick instead of three of my
ass.

My uncle's got changed quick, and now he's sitting there trying not to
laugh. He looks like he's waiting for a bus.

My dad comes back with one of those big plastic packages of underwear, and
he says to add them to the bill and starts ripping them open.

Then the tailor said that he was worried about my suit being too tight if I
flex and asks me to flex my arms so he can take more measurements. So I'm
flex my bicep, still naked, and the tailor wraps the tape around it and
then also around my chest. I remembered the last time my doctor measured me
all over, only there was no audience watching.

Then he pulls the tape around my thigh again and asks me to flex there. I
sort of lift up my heel and I can see my calf muscle bulge out. The tailor
feels my thigh, like feeling how hard the muscle is, and I realized that he
was like right up close to my dick.

This all made me feel a little better about being treated like a little kid
before.



Then the tailor says he has all the measurements he needs and that he'll
send a bill and that everything will be ready on whatever date.



A few days later, my dad hands me an envelope and tells me to take it to
that store. It's a check.

When I get there, it's still really early. It seems like the place is
empty. That same guy, the tailor from before, he comes out from the back
and asks if he can help me with anything. I tell him I just have a check to
give him.

He's like, "Oh, yes, I remember you. I'm glad you came in. I was going to
call. I lost the sheet with your measurements, and we have to redo them."

So he takes me to the back again, and he asks me to take off my shirt (even
though this time I was just wearing a T-shirt). I peel it up off my head
and set it on a chair.

Again, I'm on that stand with the mirrors around me. He's standing behind
me, and he wraps the tape measure around my neck like a collar. Then he
stands in front of me and puts it around my chest. I can feel one finger
close to my armpit. I wonder if he's trying to make some kind of tickling
joke, but it's just there.

Still standing in front of me, he reaches around to my back and drapes the
tape measure along my back, shoulder, arm, elbow, and to my wrist.

He says, "Drop your pants, please." so I undo them and let them just fall
to the ground. He reaches around my waist and wraps the tape tight against
the white waistband of my new underwear.

His muscular hands are right around my navel, but like lower. It kind of
feels like he's tying me up.

He gets down on his knees in front of me and wraps the tape around my
thigh. He re-positions it a few times all while his fingers are around my
smooth, bare leg.

I noticed that he wasn't writing it all down along the way, but I figured
he was just memorizing the numbers. I remembered what a friend of mine had
told me about having to get measured like this for his baseball uniform. He
said he also had to get totally naked and measured everywhere.

As I'm thinking about that, I notice that his hand is slowly sliding up my
leg. I looked down, and saw him positioning the tape along my ankle, under
my knee, up my thigh, and again right to my crotch.

He looked up at me and smiled. I said, "Do you need me to flex again?" He
nodded and said yes. I flexed my leg again, and the pouch of my underwear
kind of squatted down onto his hand. I was about to apologize, but he just
pulled his hand away and wrapped the tape around my thigh.

I felt his other hand on the back of my thigh, up near my butt. He slid it
down slowly and adjusted the tape from behind my leg.

I said, "Do you need me to flex my arms, too?"

He said, "I'm a little more concerned with this." He pointed to my
underwear, and I realized that I had a pretty sizable bulge at that point,
no shrinkage today.

I didn't know what to say. I was about to apologize when he just started
wrapping the tape measure around my butt from behind and pulling it
together in the front. It was just like how he measured my waist before.

I figured it was just something that happens that maybe they measure for to
make sure your pants aren't too tight if you get hard.

Three men knelt in front of three of me. I looked at my butt from an angle
only others usually see. I looked at three outlines of my dick in my
underwear.

His hands pulled the tape measure together over my bulge, and his hand kind
of pressed against it. I widened my stance for some reason, just kind of
separating my feet and also kind of pulling my balls off my leg in the
process.

I stared down as the backs of his fingers pushed into my hard dick. He
pressed it into my body, and I felt the tip slide against my skin. I could
kind of feel a little moisture maybe starting. Boners just happen.

"Is this about as big as it gets?" he said, very professionally. I said,
"Uh, yeah... I think so."

He said, "I should probably just measure it, so I know how much room you
need." I just stared back.

He pulled my waistband out, and I guess he had already seen me naked but
not naked and hard but I guess maybe he sees this all the time, maybe.

My hard dick slowly flopped out as he pulled my underwear down. It pointed
at him, and he professionally took his tape measure and lined it up with my
stiff rod. It flexed up with a twitch, so he grabbed it with one hand.

At the end of my dick, his finger and the tape measure encountered a drop
of sticky, clear, precum. He just let it dab against his finger. I wasn't
sure if I should be apologizing. I looked at us in the three mirrors. It
was hot. I was getting even more turned on. I found myself kind of relaxing
into it.



I figured maybe I'd ask if I could use the restroom when we were done, and
I'd jerk off before I left. I watched as he wrapped the tape around my dick
to see how thick it was.

He looked up and said it was pretty nice. I said thanks. He said, "I'm a
little jealous of what you got there."

With the tape measure wrapped back around his neck, he gently held it
again, and I just let him.

"You're sure it doesn't get any bigger than this?" he asked. I shrugged my
shoulders. He kind of pulled this skin back and forth and let his finger
explore the underside, the tip, that little flap on the bottom. He held my
balls.

I found myself just letting him do whatever he was going to do.

He wrapped his whole palm around it and gently squeezed, like a little
pulse. Another dollop of precum had formed by that point, and he put his
fingertip on it and slid it around. The moisture felt good. His head was
close to it.

He kissed it. His lips pursed and he kissed the tip of it. He looked up at
me, and I just looked back down at him. Then again I looked over at the
mirrors. He stuck his tongue out, kind of posing for my view.

He licked it all over with his tongue, and then he licked down to my
balls. He peeled my underwear down my legs and felt my bare ass, pulling my
body closer to his mouth.

He took my whole, long dick down his throat, and I loved the feeling of the
hot wet inside of his mouth. Then I felt his tongue swirl around inside his
mouth. I started bucking at the pleasure, fucking his mouth.

He held on tight, kneading my butt and bobbing his wet mouth up and down my
cock.

I realized I was going to cum and didn't know what to do. I was like
"umm... oh, uh" but he just told me to let it go.

I relaxed again onto his face and hands. I was perched dick-first onto his
hot, slippery mouth. His fingers around the back near my butt felt
stimulating and new.

I actually looked in the mirror at us and flexed my bicep again. It was so
hot to see myself presented back. My abs were clenched in pleasure and my
butt was pushed out. I looked so manly and muscular.

He let me see my dick, slipping it in and out of his waiting mouth.

I leaned back at the swirl of his tongue, and I felt it about to go. I
looked down and saw that he had a hardon too and was rubbing it through his
pants. I saw a wet spot. I wondered if he had already cum or if he was
about to.

I thought about his dick under there, and I wanted to see it. He squeezed
it and I saw the outline.

This, well all of it, put me over the edge, and I shot out this gunfire of
jizz. He just took it in, closed his mouth over my cock, and I felt it
pulse out shot after shot into him. He was still swirling his tongue around
while swallowing.

I was sweating my ass off. His left hand squeezed my bubble butt and
kneaded between my legs.

I gave myself one last flex in the mirrors.

My dick was coated wet and bright red. He had a huge wet spot on the front
of his pants.

I said, "Wow, I'm glad nobody else was here."

He said, "Oh, somebody else is here."



Then out from the changing booth came my uncle, totally nude.