Date: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 12:42:54 -0400
From: Daniel1989a . <danielmatthews1989a@gmail.com>
Subject: Tailor Made-Part 7

Tailor Made-Part 7


     When the movie ended I got a couple sodas for us, then seeing him so
beautiful and naked, I sat beside him and ran my hand up and down his so
perfectly smooth thigh. As my hand and the rest of me relished how soft and
smooth he was, a thought came to my mind. I had never seen any marks or
signs that he shaved, and he had no stubble or even any very fine hairs
anywhere on his body, and I wondered how he did it. If it had just been a
few areas I would not have been curious, but he was totally hairless every
where, his legs and arms, under his arms, even his butt. Not that I was
complaining, the sight and feel of it turned me on like never before. I
also realised that although he was the best looking boy I had ever seen
anywhere, easily model material, actually an artist's wet dream, he was not
vain or even worse feminine in any way. His body was amazing, exactly how I
would have it if I had to design him from scratch, very well defined, but
not muscular. And although he was so far and I could tell would remain the
bottom in our relationship, he was not really submissive, he was just a
natural.

     I thought about leading us into another sexual escapade, but instead I
said,

     "Want to watch another movie? Your choice again."

     I thought he looked like he was going to say something, again it
looked important, but then his smile came back to his face and he winked
and asked,

     "Where is your porn at?"

     He had a way of over emphasising his winks and looks to the point that
it was so funny, I couldn't help laughing. I did actually have a few
porno's stashed away, but with him being so hot I knew if we put one on, I
would be on him before the first scene was over so I said,

     "How about we save the porn for another time and you pick a regular
movie?"

     His face lit up and he put such and incredible expression on his face
as he said,

     "AHA, got ya, so you do have porn?"

     After I stopped laughing, I watched his naked back as he ran through
the titles in my dvd collection and then came out with another very good
comedy. We settled in, him in my arms, his head resting on my chest and
both of us, easily laughing through the movie. Several times Justin did
such an incredible job of imitating the actor's voices, that I wondered
what other talents this gorgeous boy had hidden away. When the movie ended
it was late and both of us had been yawning and although I wanted the night
to go on forever, we still had the whole next day and part of Sunday, so I
suggested,

     "We should get some sleep."

     There was a brief awkward silence and I was pretty sure, but not
positive he was waiting for me to invite him to share my bed, and though I
would have loved nothing better, I took the safe road and told him,

     "I'll get you some sheets and a blanket, this sofa folds out to a very
comfy bed."

     If he was put off, he didn't show it at all, which made me happy
because I wanted our relationship to progress slowly, and I felt actually
sleeping together in the same bed was a big step. I left and got the sheets
and blanket and when I got back he had already pulled the bed out of the
sofa, so I helped hm make the bed, then he gave me his dimpled grin and
asked,

     "It's not breaking the nudity rule if I use the sheets and blanket is
it?"

     I wondered if he could be any more adorable, but then grabbed him and
pushed him onto the bed, climbed on top and pinned his arms, then ran my
hands up and down his sides, making him giggle. Then I went for it and
started tickling under his arms and in seconds his entire body was shaking
with laughter as he tried to struggle away, but again learning I was too
strong, he just gave in and laughed even harder. I kept it up until tears
were streaming down his cheeks, then I leaned down and kissed the tears,
then his mouth and told him,

     "No, it's not breaking the rules, but the coverings better be put away
before I get down tomorrow morning."

     He was still laughing as he asked,

     "Really? What happens if I don't?"

     I went right back to tickling his arm pits, upping his laughter again
until he called out,

     "Okay, okay, I give, they'll be put away."

     I leaned down and kissed his lips and my hands got a mind of their
own, wanting to caress his chest, but I held back and told him,

     "Good night, see you in the morning."

     He looked up at me with, the only way I could describe them was,
bedroom eyes, then smiled and said,

     "Good night. The covers will be put away so you'll be seeing all of me
in the morning."

     Damn he was cute I thought, then kissed him one last time and slowly
walked up to my room and climbed into my bed. I lay there, my hands under
my head, my cock hard wanting to go back down, or even better call him up
and share my bed with him, but I resisted and eventually fell asleep. When
I awoke the next morning and looked at the clock beside my bed, I was
startled that I had slept later than I had in ages, but since the store
opened later on weekends, I relaxed and took a hot shower. As I was
towelling off I could hear movement downstairs, but it was very low and I
knew Justin was trying hard to be as quiet as he could. I pulled on a pair
of jeans and a t-shirt, walked out of my room and got down the first two
steps of the staircase when I stopped short. With the open concept of my
house, I could easily see the sofa that Justin had slept on at the bottom
of the stairs and a bit to the right. But what made me stop was, he was
naked, laying back on the sofa, his eyes closed and his left hand slowly
running up and down his very hard cock shaft.

     I had an almost prefect view of his entire body from the side, I could
see his nipples and his chest softly raisng and lowering as he breathed,
his left leg on the sofa, his right leg, the one closest to me, hanging off
the side. I wasn't sure if he was aware I was watching or not, but I made
myself be quiet, even breathing slower as I watched his left hand very
slowly run up and down his shaft. Watching a hot boy masturbate, without
him knowing I was watching had been a fantasy of mine for a long time, and
now it was happening with the hottest boy I had ever seen. I very slowly
and quietly walked down two more steps, then sat down to get a better
view. His right eye, the one closest to me was closed tight, which made me
pretty sure the left one was too and that he was unaware of me watching. He
looked so beautiful and as I watched his right hand moved up from his balls
and started rubbing, then pinching his nipples, then he moaned so quietly I
almost didn't hear it.

     His right hand then went back down to his balls, massaging them, as
his left hand continued it's very slow stroking of his shaft. His left hand
was stroking so slowly that from another angle I wouldn't have even known
he was masturbating, and from the way his chest was moving up and down, and
the very low pleasure sounds he was making, he really liked what he was
doing to himself. My cock staretd pounding in my jeans as I watched this
very private and intimate act taking place almost right in front of me. His
right hand slowly lowered and grasped his shaft around the base, then his
left hand very slowly pulled down, pulling his foreskin all the way back,
casuing him to utter the first very obvious moan of pleasure. His right
hand went right back to his nipples, while his left hand held his shaft in
the middle and he started slowly raising his hips, then lowering them. I
watched fascinated as his hips went up and down, his hand holding his shaft
tight, causing his foreskin to be pulled back tight and then relaxed.

     After a few minutes of that I saw pre cum leaking from the head and
then almost gasped as his other hand scooped some up and then went to his
mouth and his tongue poked out and lapped it up. His cock head was now
practically oozing pre cum and I watched as his left hand so very gently
smeared it around the flared head. He then made a circle with his thumb and
first finger and moved it so slowly over just the head that his hand was
barely moving. He started at the very tip, then carefully drew his circled
fingers slowly down until they were below the glands, then slowly moved
them back up again. His pleasure sounds were getting a bit louder as his
fingers stroked his so sensitive cock head and his other hand pinched his
nipples. He was so hard now that I could see the veins on his cock bulging
as the head started truning a darker color and I figured he was about to
cum, but instead his fingers stopped stroking the head.

     I then almost came myself as his index figer ran around the head,
scooping up his pre cum, and I thought he would lick it again, but instead,
his legs spread wider, his hips raised, and his pre cum soaked finger ran
down between them and started pushing into his hole. I couldn't see his
hole from where I was, but there was no mistaking what he was doing,
especially when his chest heaved and I heard,

     "Mmmmmmmmmmmm.....yyyesssss....nnnnnnnnggghhh."

     He was not only the horniest boy I had ever met, he was the horniest
person I had ever heard of, laying there putting on a better show than any
pro porn actor I had seen. His arm stetched as he pushed his finger farther
into him, his other hand stroking and pinching his nipples harder, his cock
throbbing and leaking even more pre cum. I again thought he would cum, that
he had to cum, but his finger pulled out of his hole, went to his cock and
scooped up more pre cum, then recahed down and smeared it on his hole, then
back up and scooped up more, this time smearing it on his first two
fingers. I noticed I was breathing heavily and made a huge effort to slow
it as his two fingers went between his legs and then with a louder moan,
pushed into his hole. He could only reach so far and when he was at his
limit, he started pulling the fingers out then slowly pushing them back in
while his other hand ran from his nipples, down to his abs and then back up
again.

     His fingers picked up speed, moving in and out of his hole faster and
I watched as his cock throbbed and bulged larger than I had ever seen it
and knew he would cum, but he didn't, he slowed his finger fucking of his
hole, to the point he almost stopped until his cock calmed down some. Then
he started up again, slowly and carefully, and from the way his hips were
moving and his chest was heaving and his breathing increased as his cock
again bulged to the bursting point, I felt my mouth fall wide open as he
again slowed his fingers and realised he was edging himself. The incredible
part of it was that he was not even touching his cock, he used his fingers
in his hole to bring himself right to the edge of cumming, then slowed down
and sometimes stopped altogther until his cock stopped throbbing, then
started up again. I was amazed at his willpower and control, as he
continued to bring himself to the edge, then stopping, again and again and
again, each time his hips moved a bit faster, his chest heaved a bit harder
and his breathing sounds changed from moans to almost constant groans of
pleaure, mixed with a few words I clouldn't quite make out.

     This boy, my boy, was showing me without knowing, exactly what turned
him on the most, and I made mental notes of every move, every sound so I
could repeat and increase his pleasure. I wanted to run down the stairs,
pull his fingers out and use my fingers, and for a moment thought, my cock,
but then thought my fingers again so he could fully concentrate on his
pleasure, but this show was just too good to interrupt. His other hand was
working his nipples so much I worried he might bruise them, but the way his
back was arching off the sofa and his cock throbbed as his finegrs worked
in and out of his hole, I stopped worrying and just enjoyed watching his
pleasure. Watching him enjoy his body so much was one of the biggest
turn-ons of my life, easily better than any porn movie I had ever seen,
mainly because he was just so obviously into what he was doing and was not
tyring to perform for a camera.

     His fingers were really moving around now and I loved how easily and
well he gave himself pleasure, then I watched as his other hand left his
nipples and placed it under his head, raising it higher off the arm of the
sofa. I thought he might have done it so he could watch and gaze down at
his own body, but from what I could see, both of his eyes were closed
tight. His cock was now leaking so much pre cum, the veins popped out, the
head an even darker color, his other hand picking up speed as he fingered
his hole, that this time I was sure he was close to cumming. It was then
that I realised that I was close too, that I had been rubbing my cock
through my jeans without even being aware of it, a wet spot of my pre cum
soaking through, that was how intently I was staring at Justin. I couldn't
stand it anymore, I undid the button and pulled down the zipper of my
jeans, freed my cock and started stroking. Justin was now freely moaning,
not loudly like he had with me, but it was an almost constant, passion and
lust filled sound that made what he was doing even hotter. A minute later,
his hips raised up so high it looked like he would hurt his back, he
finally moaned loudly and his cock exploded with such force that his first
shot of cum flew up and over his head and landed on the floor behind
him. The next couple landed on his face, more on his chest and abs as his
fingers continued to work his hole and his groans increased in volume.

     As his second spurt landed on his face my own cock erupted, and I had
been so wrapped up in watching that I hadn't prepared as my cum shot up and
landed on my t-shirt, surprsing me enough that I made my first out loud
noise since discovering Justin masturbating. I wasn't sure, being so caught
up in my own orgasm and watching his, but it looked like he had briefly
opened the eye that was closest to me, however, when I looked at his eyes,
they were shut again as he continued working his fingers in and out of his
hole. My cum started soaking into my t-shirt and the front of my jeans as I
watched Justin's fingers slow in his hole while his other hand reached
down, scooped his cum from his body, then raised to his mouth where his
tongue poked out and licked it clean. His back lowered onto the coach, his
breathing slowed and his sounds silenced, then his two fingers slowly,
almost reluctantly pulled out of his hole. I could see enough of his face
to know he was smiling, so I tried to get up as quietly as I could, but he
slightly turned his face towards me and asked,

     "How long have you been there?"

     I thought later that it was strange I almost lied and told him I had
just got there, feeling like a kid caught doing something wrong, but I told
him,

     "Almost from the start I think."

     His smile widened, making his dimples more pronounced,

     "Really? You don't mind do you?"

     I spoke without thinking,

     "My God no, no, that was one of the fucking hottest things I've ever
seen in my life, seriously, feel free to do that as often as you can."

     He was smiling so wide now that it showed in his eyes, then he looked
down at his cock, then back at me and said,

     "I could probably maanage again right now if you want."

     His cock was hard enough that I was sure he could probably managae a
couple of times, and there was nothing I would rather watch, even thought
about openeing the store late just to watch again, but I said,

     "Damn I would love to see that, but if we don't hurry we'll be late
opening the store."

     He suddenly became aware of the time and looked at me surprised at how
late it was, then told me,

     "Wow, sorry Paul."

     "Don't be sorry Justin, it's all good, but you should jump in the
shower and pull some clothes on, we'll grab some food on the way."

     He actually laept up off the sofa, took the stairs two at a time until
he was right in front of me, then hugged me around the neck and kissed my
lips. His natural scent, combined with the smell of his cum drove me wild
and I again thought about being late, but then he told me,

     "Almost forgot, good morning, I'll be fast."

     He then ran past me and was good to his word, being back downstiars
showered and pulling on the clothes I put out for him in only five
minutes. When he was dressed, I hugged him to me, his face on my chest as
my hand stroked the back of his head, his arms around my waist and asked,

     "Did you sleep well?"

     He laughed loudly, then smiled up at me and said,

     "I slept great, by the way, you might want to think about changing
your t-shirt and jeans, unless you want to smell like cum all day, just a
suggestion."

     I looked down at myself, amazed that I had forgotten about my own
orgasm, then I laughed, Justin joining me, then it was my turn, I ran up
the stairs, changed my clothes and just to be sure, splashed some after
shave on me. As we walked to the store I thought how nice it would be to do
this every morning, but once we got there I handed Justin my keys, told him
the code for the alram and said,

     "You open up, I'll get us some food."

     His face showed that he was honored I trusted him with not only the
keys, but the code to the alarm, then I turned and walked towards the
restaurant.


I hope you have enjoyed this chapter. Comments and suggestions are
appreciated and are what keeps me writing.