Date: Sun, 8 Sep 2013 15:06:48 -0400
From: Daniel1989a . <danielmatthews1989a@gmail.com>
Subject: Tailor Made-Part 1

Tailor Made-Part 1



     At the relatively young age of 35 I had myself finacially secure. I
had worked as a tailor since leaving high school and had been very good
about investing my money. My parents having died in an accident a year ago
had left me, their only child, a substantial amount of money, enough that I
would never have to work again if I chose. I had also inherited their
thriving men/boyswear store which I had worked in since leaving school. I
enjoyed my job there, and was well known for being able to guess a persons
size just by looking at them. Although, for the expensive tailor made
suits, I would measure, and had become well known for making both men and
boys very happy with their suits.

     Like I said, I loved my job, especially when the opportunity to
measure up a cute teenage boy came about, and the few times I had noticed a
boy getting hard as I measured him, kept me loving my job. But with my
parents tragic death, I made the hard decision and sold the store. There
were just too many memories in the store and the town, so, also tired of
the east coast winters, I moved myself west to California, bought a very
nice house, that would need a lot of work and set about fixing it up. I had
contractors coming and going for over a year, but finally I had the place
exactly as I wanted it. Not sure what to do with myself, I went on a long
vacation and visited most of the places I had longed to see for years.

     When I got back home, again not sure what to do with myself all day, I
bought myself a home gym and concentrated on working out and spending time
on the beach, amazed at the difference between east coast and west coast
boys. I found one beach that was very popular with the teen surfers and
would spend hours there, watching beautiful, tanned boys surf, swim and lay
in the sun. After a few weeks, I even got to know a few of them well enough
that we would chat, and one of them even started teaching me how to
surf. His name was Justin, and I soon found out he was 16 and had been
surfing for several years. I have to admit, he was distracting, blond hair,
blue eys and a gorgeous smile, unfortunately he wore baggy shorts and an
even baggier t-shirt, so I could not get a glimpse of his body. I estimated
that he was 5'9" and probably weighed about 140 pounds. After a few weeks,
I had learned enough that I actually stayed on my board at least as often
as I fell off it. I got good enough that I bought a board of my own and
showed it to Justin the next day. He told me I had made a good buy and was
impressed with my new board. We both went into the surf over and over, I
then let Justin try my board while I used his. After a while we headed back
to the beach and plopped down into the sand. We lay there talking, me
telling him about why I had moved here, the renovations on my house, Justin
telling me about school, his friends, music and movies he liked and that he
lived with his father, who travelled a lot and his stepmother and 3 step
sisters. He asked me if I had any children and I told him I had never been
married.

     I was enjoying my beach bum exisitence, loving the time I got to spend
with Justin, and was developing a very good body from my daily exercising,
but at the same time, I missed working. I started checking around the city
I lived in for possible businesses to buy. With the economy in such bad
shape, there were many to choose from. Everything from restaurants to
sporting goods stores. I finally found a small store that catered
exclusively to teen males. The store sold off the rack suits, swim wear,
shorts, jeans, t-shirts, shoes, everything a teen boy would need to wear. I
approached the owner and we became friends. He told me the store did well
for its size, and his books proved him right, but that the loan he had
taken out to start the store was making it impossible for him to get
ahead. I liked the man, and offred him more money than he was asking for,
allowing him to pay off his loan and have plenty left over.

     I spent a few weeks, changing things around in the store, including
the addition of a room where I could make tailor made suits. I had the
store painted, inside and out, and was able to get a great deal from
another store that was in hard times on some very upscale
clothing. Although my goal was just to keep myself busy and I wasn't really
concerned with making a lot of money, I did want to make some or at least
break even. So I continued to search out clothing stores that were in
trouble, especially ones that sold quality merchandise, and soon had a
store full of name brand clothing, that I could sell for less than anybody
else in my area. I had several thousand flyers announcing the grand
re-opening sent out and a week later, I showed up to the store at 8 am,
unlocked the door and took a seat behind the cash register reading the
paper.

     By 10 am, nobody had been in the store, so I locked the door, put the
be right back sign out and walked across the street, ordered a coffe and
sat by the window so I could see if anybody approached my store. Nobody
did, dejected I walked back and again sat behind the cash register. It was
almost closing time and I had sold 1 item, some socks that an older woman
bought. Now very dejected, I closed up and started walking home. About
halfway there I heard a voice I knew call out my name. I turned, very
pleased to see it was Justin. We walked together, talking about our days. I
told him about the poor first day of my store. He was surprised that almost
nobody had bought anything when I explained the quality merchandise I had
and the amazing prices. He told me he would make sure to mention the store
to his friends. We parted ways as he walked down his street and I continued
on home.

     The next morning I was again sitting behind the cash register at 8am
reading the paper, when a few people entered the store. I asked if they
needed any help, and they told me they were looking for some board shorts
and t-shirts for their son. I looked at the boy and knew his size right
off. I showed them an assortment, and after asking me if these prices were
for real, and me assuring them they were, they purchased 3 pairs of shorts
and 10 t-shirts. I thanked them and was rewarded with a,

     "You are going to do amazing with prices like these".

     I smiled widely and thanked them again. My first real sale, I was
delighted. As the day wore on, there was a steady stream of mostly teen
aged boys coming in and looking around. I was again reminded of the
difference between east and west coast boys, it seemed like almost none of
the boys entering my store wore shirts. I was in heaven, a steady stream of
tanned shirtless teens to stare at, and they all had money and were buying
a lot of stuff. I was glad I had stocked up, and found that by noon I had
to start bringing stuff from the storeroom to replace what had been
bought. At the end of the day, I had sold way more stuff than I could have
imagined, and was busy enough that I decided to hire someone to help out. I
put a help wanted sign in the display window, locked up and headed home.

     The next day I woke up to vercast skies and cooler temperatures. I
opened the store on time, and again had a steady stream of customers,
again, mainly teenaged boys, but with the cooler weather, unfortunately
they were wearing shirts. Around noon, Justin and a woman I assumed was his
step-mother came into the store. The woman started looking over the suits
and sport jackets as Justin walked up to the counter, wearing a hooded
sweatshirt and jeans, I was reminded again just how cute he was.  We
chatted for a while until the woman approached the counter. Justin
introduced her as Martha, and I soon found out she was his step mother. She
told me that Justin needed a new suit plus a sports coat and a couple pair
of dress pants, as well as a few ties and shirts. I showed Justin and her
what I thought would look good on him from the off the rack display. She
seemed unimpressed and asked about my tailor made suits, wondering if I
could make one for Justin but in a way that it would fit great now and
could be let out a bit as he grew. I told her it would not be a problem at
all, we agreed on the style and color, and I asked her when it was needed
by. She told me not for a couple of weeks, and I told her that was plenty
of time. I told her I was a bit busy to measure him up right now, pointing
out that no one had responded to the help wanted sign.

     Justin spoke up and asked if he could have the job. I looked at his
step mother, who nodded and added that it would be good for him to do
something besides hang out at the beach and get into trouble. I wondered
what she meant about him getting into trouble, but let it go and told
Justin I would be happy to give him the job. He rewarded me with a huge
smile and thank you. I asked how many days a week he would be available,
and he told me as often as he was needed. I told him he could start
tomorrow morning, let him know the store opened at 8am and suggested he
show up an hour early so I could show him around, how to use the cash
register and that it would give me time to measure him up for his suit and
spots coats and pants. He told me with a huge smile he would be here at
7am. With that, they walked out of the store. The rest of the day was busy,
so by the time I got home I was tired, but happy.

     As I ate my dinner, the thought of measuring up Justin danced through
my mind. I hoped he would wear something like he was wearing today, which
would require him to take off his sweatshirt at least so I could get good
measurements. Tired, I went to be early. I woke the next morning, to even
colder weather and rain. I got to the store around 6:30, and sat around
waiting for Justin. He showed up a few minutes before 7am, knocked on the
door and I let him in and locked the door behind him. He was wearing the
same thick hooded sweathshirt, very baggy jeans and nike running shoes. We
chatted for a few minutes, him thanking me for the job, me showing him how
to use the cash register and credit/debit card machine.

     I suggested we get him measured up and he followed me to the back
room, where there were a few changerooms and a desk I had set up that had
my tape measures and everything I needed for making suits. I got out a
piece of paper and pen to mark the measurments on and 1 of my tape
measures. I asked him if he had ever been measured for a suit before and he
told me had not. Tape measure in hand, I walked up to him and put it around
his neck, checked the size and wrote it down on the paper. I told him to
get his chest, shoulder and arm measurements, he would have to take the
sweatshirt off and pointed to the changerooms. He surprised me by grabbing
it at the bottom and pulling it up his body. Even though it was not needed,
I saw he was pulling the t-shirt he was wearing under it up and off as
well, and there was no way I was going to stop him. There was something
sensual about watching him bare his torso, and my cock started to
respond. As he pulled it up and over his head, I walked behind him, not
wanting him to see a growing bulge in my pants. Justin dropped the
sweatshirt and t-shirt onto a nearby chair, and I did my best not to
stammer as I told him to just stand up straight. I found myself staring at
his tanned and hairless back. Although he was only 16, he obviously took
good care of himself, his back was deeply tanned and formed a nice
V-shape. I approached him, tape measure in hand and put one end of it at
the top of his shoulder and measured down to his wrist, then did the same
on the other side. I marked the measurements down on the paper and again
walked up behind him.

     I said,

     "Justin, Im going to measure your chest now, okay?"

     His cute voice responded,

     "That's cool, measure whatever you need to."

     I was doing everything I could to will my cock down, but it wasnt
working, so I quickly adjusted it so it would not be obvious. I walked up
behind him again, asked him to raise his arms a bit, which he did. I
reached the tape measure around and accidently brushed one of his nipples,
and though it was low, I was sure he let out a moan. I said sorry to him,
but he just shrugged again. As I stood with my arms around his chest
measuring him I was so close I could smell his strawberry scented shampoo
and a musk scneted body wash. This was risky, but I decided to go for it,
and put the tape measure around him again, this time intentionally letting
my thumbs brush both of his nipples, noticing this time that they were
erect and he again let out a low moan. I quickly told him he could lower
his arms and I wrote his chest measurement on the paper. I re-adjusted my
cock again, and feeling bolder walked in front of him and got my first good
look at the front of his naked torso. His chest was defined and toned, not
too much, like a swimmers body, his nipples were a perfect size and color
and he had not a single body hair that I could see. I told him I needed to
measure his waist, hips and legs. I told him he would need to remove his
shoes, and he easily kicked them off, showing he wasnt wearing socks. I was
about to kneel down and measure his inseam when he startled me by asking,

     "You need me to take my pants off?"

     I looked at him and told him they were very baggy and would make for a
better measurment. I was sure he was either kidding or he would at least go
into the changeroom, but he put his hands on his belt and undid it. I was
in awe, he was going to do it right in front of me. Justin then undid the
button, pulled the zipper down and then smiled at me and though it was very
quick, I was sure he winked at me. He then bent down to pull them off. When
he stood up, I was sure my eyes must have looked like saucers. He was
standing there in nothing but a pair of bikini brief underwear. I couldnt
help myself, I looked him up and down, noticing that he was totally
hairless on his legs, and with how tiny his briefs were it looked like he
must shave his pubes too.

     When I looked up again, I noticed his nipples in fact were erect, and
that he knew I was looking at them. I stammered a bit, and told him I was
going to measure his waist now. He again just shrugged and told me to
measure whatever I wanted. I walked close to him, used one hand to put the
measure behind him and then let my fingers gently run over his flat belly
as I attached the ends. Not only did he again let out a low moan, but I saw
his cock stir in his briefs, pushing down a bit. I wrote down the
measurement and when I came back I noticed he had adjusted his cock so it
pointed to the left in his very tiny briefs. I told him I was going to do
his hips now. I walked up to him and let my fingers brush his butt as I
pushed the tape measure around. When I brought the ends together, my hands
were only inches from his now obviously hardening brief covered cock. How I
wanted to pull his briefs off, but I wrote down the measurement and
returned and told him I had to do his inseam now. I knelt down in front of
him, and slowly put the tape just below his briefs covered balls, and ran
the other end down to his foot. When I did the same on the other leg, I
intentionally let my thumb brush over his brief covered balls, and again
heard a low moan, and saw his cock throb through the thin material,
noticing if it got any harder in his skimpy briefs, part of it would pop
out. I wrote down the measurements, then walked behind him and admired his
smooth back, and nicely rounded briefs covered butt. His bikini briefs were
so small and tight I could see the very tops of his boy mounds,and it
looked like he must tan naked. I didnt want this to end, but seeing that it
was about 10 minutes to 8 I told Justin I had all the measurements I
needed, and that he could get dressed. Justin turned around, facing me now,
smiled then winked and looked down at the front of hs breifs and said,

     "I think you missed a measurement."

I smiled back at him, feeling my face go red and told him maybe another
time. He winked at me again and began dressing as I walked out to open the
door and put the open sign out.

     The sight of Justin standing just in his briefs, his cock throbbing
inside them, and the magnificent way his body had felt kept me distracted
and horny almost all day. The weather had cleared up around noon, and now
sunny and getting warmer, the store slowly got busier and busier. I was
impressed with Justin, he was friendly and helpful to the customers, a lot
of whom he obviously knew. For the rest of the day we were both kept very
busy, and I for one was relieved when closing time came. I complimented
Justin on a good days work and we chatted while counting the money and
charge reciepts, re stocked the shelves and finally locked up behind us. I
walked with him until we came to his street, where he told me he would see
me tomorrow, waved and started to walk down his street. I stood and watched
his butt as he walked a while, then headed home. I replayed the events
through my mind so much, that I ended up jerking off 2 times just thinking
about Justin's body.

     The next morning, Justin was waiting at the store, today in a t-shirt
and shorts, when I got there. He greeted me with his beautiful boyish
smile, and I noticed he even had a coffee in his hand. As I got closer, he
handed it to me, very impressed I thanked him, opened the door and we set
about getting ready for customers. The day started slowly, but soon picked
up. Around 11 am I noticed Justin talking to 3 guys who were obviously
close friends of his. He was showing them some of the more expensive shorts
that all the teen boys wanted. I continued helping another customer with
some dress shirts. As I turned to lead her to the cash register, I saw
Justin putting a few pairs of the shorts into bags for his friends. I went
from pleased to shocked in an instant as I saw them hand him money, and
instead of putting it into the register, he quickly pushed it into his
shorts pocket. I was so stunned that I suddenly stopped short and the
customer I had been helping bumped into my back. I recovered and
appologized to the customer, continued to the counter and rang up her
purchases, gave her her change and bagged the items for her. I thanked her
and told her to come again.

     I thought about mentioning what I had seen Justin do, but he had been
so friendly since I met him on the beach, that I shook it off and gave him
the benefit of the doubt, thinking to myself his friends could have just
owed him some money. The rest of the day kept us busy, but around 1, I sent
Justin across the street to get us some food which we ate between serving
customers. When there was a lull, Justin and I would talk about things we
wanted to do, places we wanted to go. I couldnt help it, but the more I got
to know him, the more I found myself really caring for him. And as well,
all day my mind kept going back to that image of him standing in his tight
briefs, his cock hardening inside them, and I kept kicking myself for not
pulling them down.

     A few days later I was coming back from the store room with stock and
once again saw Justin putting some of the more expensive merchadise into a
bag for a couple teens, and this time there was no mistake, he took the
money from them and shoved it into his pocket. I had already paid him for a
weeks work, so he shouldnt have need money. I thought about letting it go,
but then his step-mothers words about him getting into trouble ran through
my mind. I decided I would confront Justin at closing time. The day was
very busy, and Justin was so good and helpful I had almost decided, what
the heck, I'll let it go when I saw him do the same thing, taking money
from customers who were obviously friends of his and then shove the money
into his pocket. That did it, there was no way I could let him get away
with stealing. Closing time finally came, and as if nothing had happened,
Justin commented with a smile what a busy day it had been.

     I said,

     "Justin, I've seen you taking cash from those boys your age and
putting it in your pocket instead of the cash register, I can't have a
thief working here."

     His expression sunk right away and I thought he was going to cry, his
shoulders started heaving just and when he looked at me he did have a few
tears on his face as he said,

     "I'm sorry, I really am, I wasn't stealing from you though, I like
you."

     I was very confused now so I asked,

     "What do you mean? Justin, just tell me the truth."

     "Those guys are not my friends, they only act that way because they
think I'm getting them a good deal, then once they have what they want,
they'll go back to making fun of me."

     Now I was seriously confused and thought he might be trying to scam me
so I said,

     "Justin wait, tell me about the money."

     He sighed and gave a guilty look as he said,

     "Those guys are the rich kids from school, the ones who make fun of
me. I've been changing the prices, making them higher than what you sell
the stuff for, but to them it's still a deal. Then I put the money that you
would have got from the sale at your price in the register and I've been
pocketing the rest."

     It took me a minute to grasp what he had been doing, and I had to
admit the kid was creative. He was now looking very anxious, probably
thinking I was going to fire him. I then asked,

     "I take it when you say they are rich kids, that their families are
better off than yours right? Is that why they make fun of you?"

     He looked at his shoes and I could tell he was getting upset as he
said,

     "Yes Sir. It's not that we're poor exactly, it's just that..well...."

     He was now obviously emotional and upset and I wanted to hold him, but
I had to know so I said,

     "It's okay Justin, please, tell me the truth."

     "My step mother doesn't like me, she gives everything to her kids, but
I have to beg or earn almost everything I get."

     I could hear his nose sniffling and knew he was crying as he
continued,

     "The only reason she brought me in here is she knows I need that suit
for their anniversary party and that people would see how she is if her
kids were all dressed up and I wasn't."

     My heart went out to him and the impulse to hug him and tell him
everything would be alright was overwhelming, but I held myslef and said,

     "I'm so sorry to hear that Justin. Tell you what. How about we forget
about what you have been doing, as long as you promise me to stop it. And
instead of scamming those boys for money, I give you more hours and a
raise?"

     His head swung up so fast and his face had such a shocked expression
on it that I couldn't help myself, I laughed, then regretted it as he said,

     "I knew it, you're laughing at me just like they do. I'm sorry Sir,
I'll just leave."

     He turned to leave, but I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back
around and said,

     "Sorry Justin, I wasn't making fun of you and I never will, that's a
promise, I laughed because your head swung up so fast I thought it was
going to spin off of your neck."

     He paused for a moment thinking, then got it and let out a laugh of
his own, then said,

     "So you're not mad? And you mean it about the extra hours Sir?"

     I smiled at him and said,

     "Yes, the extra hours and a raise, but I'll expect good hard work from
you, okay?"

     He gave me a sly smile looked down at the front of his jeans, then
back up at me and said,

     "You want me do hard work, or you want me to be hard while working,
because both are good with me"

     His comment caught me off guard, but his expression showed that he
knew and meant exactly what he had said, so I said,

     "Well....Both would be interesting."



I hope you have enjoyed this first part of a new series. Comments are
aprecitaed.