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THE FITTING
 Written for Pink Triangle by Steve Jenkins

Johnny was 16, just left school and he had just got his first offer 
of a job interview.

The morning his invitation arrived, his Mum took him to the High 
Street tailor to have him fitted for a new suit.  He was really 
embarrassed at being dragged there by his mother!  And in the shop, 
the way she kept talking about his waist, legs, and "so on" during 
the fitting put him in such a foul mood that the fitter suggested 
to his Mum that maybe they should do this another time.

Johnny changed back into his jeans, angrily.  But when he came out 
of the fitting room, his mother's attitude had changed completely! 
 She told him she was sorry, she should have realised he was 16 now 
and she was treating him like a child.  She told him to stay on at 
the shop on his own and get whatever he wanted ... the nice man 
would help him, and listen to him, doing whatever he asked.

When his Mum had left the shop, Johnny asked the assistant, who 
introduced himself as Paul, if he had said something to make his 
Mum see sense.  Paul smiled and put his arm on Johnny's shoulder.  
"Yes it happens all the time.  I just spoke nicely to your Mum and 
convinced her it would be much better if she let you and me do 
this, together."

Paul seemed quite a nice bloke, thought Johnny.  He would be about 
19 - not that much older than himself.  A bit like the older 
brother he had never had, really!  Paul was a nice looking lad ... 
slim, with a neat flat top haircut, cut very short at the back and 
sides.  And although he was wearing a smart, well-pressed suit (a 
requirement of the job, thought Johnny), Johnny could identify with 
him almost as a mate ... like some of the class-mates he had so 
recently left at school.  It was a weird feeling, but Johnny felt, 
somehow, safe and secure in Paul's company.

Paul walked Johnny to the fitting room and quietly told him to 
strip down to his underpants so he could get really good 
measurements.  Johnny stood in his boxer shorts as Paul ran the 
tape measure up his legs, around his chest, down his arms, around 
his neck, and around his hips.  It was a nice, warm feeling - being 
so close to Paul - just the two young lads together in the tiny 
fitting room.  Paul was touching Johnny gently as he measured him, 
and explaining all about fitting clothes.  Johnny liked the 
attention, and his dick hardened a bit to show it!  But Paul didn't 
seem to notice ...

Johnny was really enjoying it ... and when Paul asked him how big 
his dick was, for some strange reason he didn't find that an odd 
question!  In fact it seemed perfectly natural at the time ... 
Johnny replied that he didn't know exactly - he had never measured 
it.  Paul said something about allowing plenty of room for growth 
since all lads of Johnny's age got hard day and night.

Johnny pulled down his boxer shorts a bit and let Paul measure, 
with his tape, first around his balls, then the length, and 
thickness of his now rock-hard dick.  Paul complimented him and 
then said he would return in a second, and to stay just like that.

Johnny looked at his naked body in the mirror; he couldn't resist 
putting his hand on his dick, and giving it a few strokes.  Paul 
re-entered, holding several pieces of clothing ... and said they 
had a problem.  He quickly bolted the door of the fitting room, 
then stood close up behind Johnny and reached around his waist.

As Johnny watched himself in the mirror, Paul took command of 
Johnny's aroused state and started wanking him off ... first 
slowly, then gradually building up in speed.  Johnny heard the 
faint sound of Paul's zip opening behind him, then felt Paul's 
hard-on pressing between the cheeks of his bare bum as he was 
helplessly being wanked to his climax.  He could see Paul in the 
mirror, his head just poking over his own shoulder - both their 
red, flushed faces side by side grinning at each other in the 
mirror.  And he could feel Paul's panting, hot breath blowing 
against his left ear.  It was a brilliant feeling!

Paul's pelvis started making violent thrusts against Johnny's naked 
buttocks, the tip of his knob pressing in and out against the lad's 
tight ring.  He felt Paul's tongue licking his neck and couldn't 
hold back any longer - Johnny's hot, steaming load spurted out in 
great white globs, all over the mirror!  He didn't mind about the 
warm, wet feeling of Paul's spunk, seeping down between the cheeks 
of his arse and down his leg.  In fact he was even more turned on 
by that experience.  The mirror started to steam up!

Johnny apologised, somewhat sheepishly, for making a mess, but Paul 
told him it was quite natural and all the young lads did that.

Paul dressed, fitted, and patted Johnny's arse as he went about his 
work.  By the time lunchtime arrived, Johnny had bought all the 
clothes he needed for his interview ... and had become quite fond 
of Paul.

As he walked home, Johnny's dick grew hard again, thinking about 
calling round to Paul's house the next night to try on all the 
finished clothing.  Paul had said that Johnny should try the new 
clothing in various positions to make sure it fitted well - no 
matter was he was doing, or what someone was doing to him!

That night as Johnny was tucked up in bed, sliding a carrot up his 
arse and wanking furiously, he hoped that what HE had in mind, Paul 
had in mind too.  And most of all, he hoped it would be a tight 
fitting!