Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2003 03:06:31 -0700
From: Tony Hoskins <tonytig@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Tailor's Boy

The boy  fingered the material of the athletic warmup pants, absorbed in
their silky feeling. They were the tearaway kind with poppers down the sides
of the legs for easy removal.He sighed knowing that they were far beyond his
single mother's means. He heard a voice say "That is a discontinued line but
it's  your size and only a quarter of their usual cost". Harry Field had
watched the boy since he came in wearing short grey school shorts above his
smooth thighs and with the eye of a professional, had noted that his jacket
was neatly darned as a caring mother might do for a 13 year-old fatherless
boy

Harry came over from behind his counter,took the pants off the hanger,put
his hand gently on the boy's back and said "Come on,you can try them on
anyway". Donny bridled slightly but the thought of wearing the garment,even
if he could never own it, was too alluring,so he allowed Harry's guiding
hand to steer him to the fitting room. Harry helped the boy remove his
windbreaker and told him to slip his shorts off. As a master tailor he could
make an almost exact guess at the boys size, but removing his tape measure
from around his neck he took some quite unecessary measurements of the waist
and hips, and having the boy place his legs well apart slowly checked his
inside leg length

The tailor was in his late fifties and had a substantial workshop where he
designed and made any clothing  his fancy dictated. He was also a boy lover
and  a member of a small club of elderly  men of similar tastes who met
regularly to share their mutual interest. They often went as a group to
soccer games to admire and enjoy the young bare limbs in strenuous
excercise, and in rainy weather feast their eyes on their transparent brief
covering.  So it was with great enjoyment that he held the end of his tape
well up into the crotch of Donny's thin rather worn briefs making certain
that his hand made ample contact with their warm contents. He was delighted
to notice a very definite increase in the front of the soft bulge therein.

Donny blushed slightly at the overly intimate contact of the tailor's warm
hands. He knew that he was rather enjoying the sensations he was feeling and
that the  tingling feeling in his groin must be stiffening his five inch
prick.  Here he was, almost naked in front of a complete stranger under
false pretences.He was sensitive to good manners and custom,but while
enjoying the feel of the smooth nylon being pulled up his bare legs he
decided to own up to the facts. "I'm sorry Sir, I'm afraid I just dont have
any money" he murmured expecting a scolding for wasting the tailor's time.

Harry seemingly ignored this confession. He ws carefully cupping the boy's
bumcheeks with one hand, commenting on the excellence of the fit, while the
other was smoothing the nylon over the insdie of the thighs,again careful to
feel the now distinct hardening in the front of where they joined. He said
"oh' and after a moments thought continued "well I have an idea"..


Harry told Donny that he needed a stockboy during the evenings and weekends.
He also explained that he designed and made clothes for the movies and that
while he had several models none were of Donny's age or size. He would pay a
good wage but would need him for fittings of the various costumes as he went
along. He mentioned  that one day the costume consultant for each movie
would come to inspect his designs and hopefully award him a lucrative
contract.  Donny's mother could be told that he was working in his
off-school time just as a stockboy.

Donny had always wanted to find some way to contribute to his keep as he
knew that he was a burden to his hard-working mother and this seemed like a
heaven-sent opportunity,so he readily agreed and was excited over the idea.
He was quiet by nature and knew in his heart that he was somehow
'different'.His schoolmates had sensed that he was just 'not one of them'
and while teased a lot about his rather girlish appearance he was, by and
large, left alone.

His few sexual incidents with other boys had merely been to jerk off each
other but Donny had a consuming desire to be wanted rather than to lust
after his partner.His only adult encounter had satisfied  this special
'want'. He had shyly asked an elderly man to act as his required escort to
get into an adult movie and when inside he had expected to be left on his
own but the man had insisted he sit next to him in the back row of the
theater. Almost at once he felt the man's hand touch his knee and then cup
it and begin slowly moving it up his bare thigh.

The fingers pried open the leg of his school shorts and gradually wormed
their way into his slightly loose underpants. The boy sat paralysed wanting
it to move faster but the man took his time savouring every second of the
seduction of what he was sure was a completely inexperienced virgin boy. The
man whispered to him to stand up which he did while his shorts and briefs
were pulled right down to the floor. When he sat down again he felt another
hand under him, a wet finger probing between his cheeks.

He felt his five-inch prick being firmly rubbed up and down and it was only
seconds before his cream began welling up into the ready palm. Embarrassed
he had struggled into his clothes and left, never getting to watch the
movie. He was terrified that he might have been seen but knew deeply that
the thrill had been so intense he wanted it to happen again.Up until now it
hadn't but with the tailor's obvious interest he could feel that he was
ready and had an opportunity for it to happen again.

The members of Harry's 'club' were electrified when he told tham of a lovely
young 13 year-old who was coming to work for him and of his plan to outfit
him in various clothes which they individually and possibly collectively
might be able to view with licence to touch and feel to some extent.He could
promise nothing until he had sounded out the boy and got an idea that he
might be receptive to some degree of acceptance. It was even possible that
private sessions with each member could be arranged.

He explained the ruse of 'clothes for movies' and asked what each member
might prefer. One wanted a Tarzan-like loincloth with a soft chamois leather
thong;another an ultra-short Roman toga with a leopardskin brief and a third
velvet britches with a loose silk shirt. The elderly jeweller wanted only a
satin swimsuit with stringties at each hip and the senior member plumped for
a pageboy costume with white silk stockings and the puffy pants of Henry the
eigth's era.

Harry made notes. He would have to get to work. The boy was coming on
Sunday.

End of Part 1 (hopefully to be continued)

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