Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2003 20:43:12 -0700
From: Tony Hoskins <tonytig@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Tailor's Shop

He had been trying to join the Panthers soccer team for almost a year and
although the coach had stolidly stuck by the basic age requirement of 15,he
had been so impressed with the boy's keeness and demonstrated ability in the
minor league, he had finally relented and agreed to accept Brian although it
would still be almost six months before his fifteenth birthday.

His  good looks and manners had helped, as well as his sturdy build and
muscular thighs. The coach was also a connoisseur of teenage boys for other
than soccer-coaching reasons,  and had  noticed the very slight  growth of
blond hair on his thighs and upper lip clearly showing the boy was well into
puberty. Brian's mother was shocked at the cost of enrolment but found that
it included  the panther's  uniform of shirt,shorts,socks  and even
underwear as well as the bus and food charges for their away games.


So Brian,  the next day presented himself at Harry's Sportsclothes  shop
excited at the prospect of showing off the blue shirt with the snarling
panther logo,the white shorts and blue socks of the popular local team whose
games were always well-attended.
Harry Field was in his fifties,a retired tailor who still plied his art in
the back of the store whence he emerged when his assistant told him a boy
was here to be outfitted.He was delighted when he met Brian for Harry was a
boy-lover and  had a secret passion for the bodies of boys and young men.

Brian  was told that instead of being given his kit over the counter as he
had expected, he would have to return  for a fitting after the store had
closed. He returned at ten to five and whiled away the last few minutes
before closing looking at the selection of sports clothing including
speedos,satin basketball shorts and flimsy jogging shorts with slits up the
sides and only a wispy nylon underpant to protect the runner's genitals from
view. The boy actually blushed slightly at the thought for he was shy by
nature and like most boys his age, wanted to protect his still developing
pubes from public view.

Harry had told his assistant Ralph that he would be needed to help with a
fitting after closing . Ralph was seventeen and what they would call a 'bit
of a weed'. He  had recently finished school and counted himself lucky to
get the job having no particular talent or ability.  Harry had easily
seduced him and he  enjoyed his part in the 'fittings' of new members of
several amateur teams.

Harry closed the shop at five o'clock, waving to the elderly jeweller
putting up his shutters across the street. Along with  Ralph he escorted
young Brian to the fitting room at the back. It consisted of a small dais
beside a table and chair surrounded by several large mirrors.Brian was made
to remove his jeans and shirt and put them on the table and stand on the
platform which he did,  left only in  blue  cotton jockey shorts.

Harry sat down  and started taking the required measurements as Ralph
recorded them in a notebook. When checking the hips he was careful to have
the back of his hand fairly firmly pressed against the gentle bulge in the
blue briefs. Even against his will Brian couldn't  prevent nature's
automatic commencement of some hormonal release when genitals are painlessly
touched or fondled nor could he halt the increase in blood flow to the
region. When told to place his legs apart and feeling Harry's  lingering
fingers in his crotch as he very slowly took the inside leg measurement, his
involuntary erection became unmistakeable to the two pairs of lascivious
eyes.

Harry  went to get the clothes while Brian, shifting from one leg to the
other, was left with  Ralph who was  staring unceasingly at his crotch.On
his return, Harry fussed over the pile of garments for a minute or two. He
knew this was a crucial moment. If the boy  objected  to his  next move the
coercion would have to be abandoned.This had happened a few times and while
there may have been mutterings and gossip he would have ample excuse for his
actions.He was after all a master tailor and knew his trade;if it had ever
come to any sort of an enquiry he was ready to explain what had happened.

"Yes, the boy did show signs of an erection during the measurement of his
inside leg".  He would explain that this was a frequent occurrence in men of
all ages. "No...he had only suggested removal of the boy's underwear and,
yes.. he had concluded the fitting when the boy objected".  Harry also knew
that the lads who had succumbed to his subtle advances had both enjoyed what
followed and were certainly never going to tell of the experience and risk
the derision of their fellows.

"Well" Harry said cheerfully, "just sl;ip out of those briefs and we'll try
the new ones".   Brian couldnt see why he would have to be naked however it
appeared that this was the normal procedure.However he knew his hardon had
subsided so pulled his jockey shorts down and placed them on the table
trying to hide the small dark patch of precum he had left on their front. He
little noticed the slight sigh of relief that Harry emitted as he searched
for the  new underwear, glancing slyly at the now naked boy,his prick
flaccid again hanging gently over his ample balls.

Ralph consulted his notes and confirmed the size and Harry unwrapped a
sealed package and took out a pair of thin white nylon briefs which he held
up in front of Brian's thighs holding them against his hips; the silky
material of course brushing against his genitals. Brian had never in his
life worn anything except cotton and light flanellette undies until now and
the soft silky touch of the sheer nylon brushing his groin caused an
immediate but definite stiffening of his five inch prick.

Harry was in a seventh heaven.In all his forty years as a tailor he had
measured countless inside legs with many different reactions but this
contract to outfit a soccer team had given him the chance to have pubescent
boys naked under his close gaze,roving hands and proximity enough to savour
the fern-like scent of their slightly sweaty crotches.  Harry put his
fingers in the waistband sides, opened them up and bent down, his head
brushing Brian's thighs."Step into each leg carefully" he said and very
slowly pulled them up over the boy's calves and thighs, even holding out
the crotch front and cupping his hand over the boys genitals to allow them
to nestle in the thin material.

Brian could see himself in all the mirrors that surrounded him and was
horrified.  The translucent thin nylon clung to him like a skin and where
his prick,foreskin and balls thrust against the material every detail of
his pubes were as plain to view as though through glass.

C--c--couldn't I wear my ordinary pants" stammered Brian.He often played
goalie and sensed too well the interest that several men, usually in
raincoats,took in looking at and often photographing him when he had to
dive for a save with his wide-open shorts legs and underwear bared to
public gaze.  "No no" exclaimed Harry "the coach is most insistent that you
boys wear the prescribed briefs and besides it's important that the leg
openings be neither too tight nor too loose".  "Ralph,show the boy the ones
you wear so he can see how they really should fit".  Ralph stood up and
removed his slacks and shirt and turned around slowly in a pair of pale
blue and near transparent identical briefs in the same material.It was
obvious that he had a distinct hardon but Brian found it curiously exciting
and against his will he felt an erection of his own quickly growing.

Brian was told to turn around and lift a knee as high as he could to his
chest.He Immediately felt Harry's finger tracing the seam around the curve
of his bum and continuing into the narrowing cloth between his legs."Here
Ralph" said Harry,"this is very important in outfitting boys young bodies
for sports;this is about the required tension, feel it". Here was the
master tailor instructing his apprentice and Brian immediately felt Ralph's
gentle fingers exploring the line on both the taut side of the raised leg
and the slightly loose one of the other.

Telling the boy to turn around again Harry emphasized to his assistant the
great importance of having some slack in the front of the briefs by cupping
the boys genitals firmly and having Ralph do the same.Brian was hard as a
rock by now stretching the thin nylon to almost bursting point,leaking
precum into Harry's gentle hand but he was past caring.

Harry and Ralph put the shirt on over his head while he held his arms up
standing face to face with the older boy. As Ralph adjusted the back of the
collar he could feel Ralph's bare stomach and thin briefs touching his as
his arms now went around and down Brian's back smoothing and stroking and
holding him tight against his own thin body.

Harry's hand was pulling gently at the shirtail and surreptitiously
separating the cheeks of his bum and the gentle touch of that along with
Ralphs close proximity to his thighs and legs was overwhelming and Brian
knew,his legs shaking slightly, that he was just about to cum.Harry had
somehow secreted a small jar of some sort of cold cream and with one hand
holding the back of the nylon briefs open and the buttocks slightly apart
smeared a gob of it gently around and slightly into the boys quivering
virgin hole.

Ralph suddenly reached down and held Brian's cheeks and pulled him closer
to him as he felt a long finger sliding into him from behind and a warm
stiff member rubbing on his rock hard prick,Brian lost control completely
and whimpering, felt the sudden surge of a huge orgasm he couldnt nor
wanted to prevent rising from deep within his loins.  One,two,three ,four,
huge shots and almost a fifth burst from his teenage prick.He could feel
the muscles in his bum tighten incredibly with each jet causing Harry to
wince as his long finger was clamped on so tightly.

Ralph himself had ejaculated profusely when he felt some of the boys spunk
forcing its way through the gossamer briefs onto and through his own. He
turned away holding his soaking crotch and Harry
sat staring with fascination for the longest time at the boy's shaking hips
and soaked crotch then
removed his finger and did the same.Brian made a move to pick up  his
jeans,thinking he would have to wear his new underwear home but Harry
stopped him.Brian looked down;his nylon briefs sagging a little
were obviously full of what looked like half a cupful of white gooey cream.

"Take them off very carefully" instructed Harry "Don't get any on the
floor".He produced a small clear plastic freezer bag and as Brian gingerly
removed one leg and then another took the soaking wispy nylon undies and
placed them almost reverently
in the bag and tucked it away.Harry then produced a large hanky and
lovingly cleaned up Brian's thighs and crotch even retracting his foreskin
carefully to be sure to catch the last drops of his sperm.

Brian sheepishly got dressed afraid to look at both men. But Harry put two
pairs of briefs , soccer shorts and a shirt into a bag and gently put his
hand on Brian's shoulder and said "Don't feel bad son,it happened with
nearly all the boys and they loved it too.  I want you to have this as a
present from me and I want you to come back again". He produced a beautiful
windbreaker jacket embroidered with a snarling panther on the back. Brian
had seen one or two before, worn by the wealthier boys and had never
dreamed he would own one.

Ralph sat in his bus on the way home recalling how delicious his orgasm had
been with his hips tightly grinding against the younger innocent boy's
nylon-clad body as he spunked at the same time.
He unobtrusively slid his hand into his pants to touch the still wet front
of his briefs knowing that some of it had  come from the prick of the
fourteen year-old kid he had enjoyed

Harry still sat in the fitting room with the wet cum-stained hanky held to
his mouth while he massaged his aging but hard prick to climax, dreaming the
dream that in a week or two he might yet get to have that slim uncut member
giving up its nectar in his mouth as he fondled those lovely bumcheeks and
legs.

Brian walked home,already proudly wearing his new panther jacket. The whole
experience had felt strange but he had to admit he had enjoyed it. He could
still feel himself leaking  a few more drops of come into his briefs and
also the warm wetness between his bum cheeks  where some cold cream still
remained.

There was to be one more beneficiary of the occasion. As Harry locked up his
  store,he could see a light burning in the jeweller's shop opposite
although all the other shops were closed.  He knocked gently on the door and
it was opened by the elderly owner who blurted out  "Did you get them?, I
saw the boy,he was  lovely...did he come much...tell me all about it".

Harry silently handed over the small sealed bag,took  the fifty pounds the
merchant had ready and left.

The elderly jeweller,a very few minutes later, stripped  in his back
room,and with infinite care removed the sodden garment from the bag and
lovingly stepped naked into the little nylon briefs.They would later join
several others in his private collection along with his most valuable gems
on the top shelf of his vault.

(I would like to know if you enjoyed this tale. I have other 'shop' stories
in the mill and welcome ideas,suggestions and encouragement. I will answer
all comments.  Tony)