Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2006 19:00:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Special Sale on Boys Trousers and Underwear - Chapter 1
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Special Sale on Boys' Trousers and Underwear - Chapter 1
by Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
March 27, 2006
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WARNING! To qualify to read this story, you must be of legal age
and allowed by the jurisdiction or jurisdictions that govern you
to read sexually explicit homosexual material. If you do not
qualify, you must exit and seek other material. You have been
warned. Thank you for cooperating and being fair to others.
No actual persons are represented in this story, wherein any
resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and unintentional.
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Special Sale on Boys' Trousers and Underwear
Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
(NOT ALL NAMED CHARACTERS APPEAR IN CHAPTER ONE)
- Dillon Adams, 17
- Various High School students, 14 to 18
- Some interested College students, 18 to 22
- Zak, 19, a college student
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"No matter where my dad takes me to get a suit, it never fits
right," the thin 14-year-old said, his eyes lingering on mine for
a few extra seconds. "I need a new suit."
There was something special in the look he gave me--warmth,
excitement maybe. Sincerity, for sure.
I had seen this boy and his dad walk in, and knew right away
my boss would steer the kid to me. I had a way with high-school
boys and the younger college students. And my boss knew I sold
well to school-age guys.
I'm 17 years old, and I relate to guys 14 to 25. Oh, yeah.
This one was young, but tall and cute.
"I'll be glad to help you with that, but let me see what I can
do with your trousers." I knew what I'd LIKE to do with his
trousers, but now was not the time.
"Okay," the kid said, looking confused.
"This IS longer than usual," I said, kneeling in the aisle,
doing an outer hip-to-cuff measurement, tugging on the kid's suit
pants. I was wondering what else might be longer than usual.
"And the fabric is worn at the bottom of the cuff."
I gave him a friendly frown. The trousers were too long, and
he had walked on the cuffs enough to fray them. This 14-year-old
impressed me as smart--and rich.
"I know," the boy said, chuckling at my frown. "My dad saw
that and got mad. These pants are from a five-hundred-dollar
suit."
"Yes, I can tell," I said clinically, smiling at the boy,
letting him know I knew my stuff. "What's your name, and how old
are you?" I already knew--I had his personal information chart in
my hand.
"I'm Kevin Braniff and I'm fourteen. I'll be fifteen in June.
Doesn't it say that stuff on my chart?" Kevin said, obviously
well-acquainted with the store's procedures.
"Yes--but it's wrong sometimes. Nice to meet you, Kevin." I
said it sweetly, letting my gaze penetrate his stunning blue eyes.
"My name is--"
"I know you," Kevin said, blushing. "You're Dillon Adams. I
looked you up in the yearbook after I saw you in the TV ad."
"Well," I said, blushing in return but enthralled with his
reaction to me, "thanks, Kevin. I'm impressed." Actually, I was
flattered.
Kevin's sandy-blond hair sparkled, something I found arousing
--I *loved* blond guys--especially cute, younger ones with blue
eyes and long eyelashes.
The store was very happy with my sales volume, and my boss
did a special advertising campaign, starring *me.* They had a
newspaper ad, too. My picture and special invitation to high
school and college students was all over town by now.
I needed to stop thinking about this, or I'd be truly
embarrassed when I had to stand up.
"Okay, Kevin. I think I can help you get exactly the fit you
want. But I need to speak with your dad first. Okay?"
"Sure. He's over there in the sports department."
"Mr. Braniff?" I said, approaching Kevin's father in a
professional manner, "I'm Dillon Adams."
"Carlton Braniff. Nice to meet you in person, Dillon. I've
seen your TV ads."
"Thank you sir," I said, blushing on cue, "but they're the
store's ads. I just work here."
"Nonsense. I brought my boy here to buy a new suit because of
you. You don't just work here--you do miracles. I'm sorry I
didn't come to this store sooner," Kevin's dad said. "I saw, just
now, how carefully you took stock of Kevin's situation. He's
thin, especially in the legs, and nothing's ever fit him right. I
think you'll give him the attention he needs."
Oh, I would *definitely* do *THAT!*
"I'm glad you mentioned that, sir. To get the perfect fit, I
need to take a lot of measurements. But," I said lowering my
voice, "you know how easy it is for a boy your son's age to become
embarrassed in public."
"Yes--you have that right. Are you a child psychologist,
too?" Mr. Braniff said, laughing heartily.
"Well, no sir--but I prefer to do my measurements in the
fitting room, where Kevin can relax, away from the public eye," I
said with a look of understanding.
"That's excellent, son," the man said. "I don't like being
measured in full public view, myself."
"Wonderful. I'll take him in, then. You're welcome to come
along," I said--which was the *last* thing I wanted.
"No, thanks, Dillon. Kevin wouldn't be happy with me there.
I want him to buy a suit and some underwear. He needs to do more
things on his own," the man said. "I'm hoping that buying these
things from you without my interference will help my son to grow
up a bit."
"Very good, Mr. Braniff. I'll be glad to help him with those.
Maybe you could pick out some fabrics for Kevin's suit." I bit my
lip to avoid saying that I would do my best to help Kevin in the
growing-up process.
"Good idea, Dillon. But I'll let you guide him. I'll take a
look at what Kevin picks out before deciding if he needs my help."
"Yes, sir."
"Oh--I have a meeting in two hours. Would you be finished
with Kevin before then?"
"I need at least ninety minutes," I told him. "I'm not sure
if that would--"
"Take your time. I know you're good," Mr. Braniff said,
smiling. I'll just leave now. Tell Kevin to call home for
Jonathan to bring the car around for him."
'I'm good, all right!' I thought to myself, 'Just ask Zak, the
nineteen year old college kid who got a special fitting from me in
his dorm room.'
"Yes, sir," I said, wondering how old Jonathan was and how
good-looking he might be. "We have a wide selection of Chauffer
uniforms, and I'd be happy to special-order anything you like."
"That's good to know, Dillon. I'm sure I'll like your work
and send Jonathan around eventually."
"Thank you, sir. My pleasure meeting you," I said, shaking
Mr. Braniff's hand.
"And mine," he said, smiling, making a graceful exit.
I was hoping Jonathan was a hot guy in his twenties.
"Wow," Kevin said, his voice startling me, "You made my dad
actually talk--and he was happy."
"Nice to hear that," I said, grinning and gulping at the same
time. "Now it's time to make YOU happy."
"Cool. I'm ready," he said. "Are you?" he added, giggling.
Oh boy, WAS I!
"Sure. That's what I'm here for." Now for a bit of
diplomacy, I thought. "Kevin, do you want me to take all your
measurements out HERE, or would you be more comfortable in a
fitting room--away from everyone?"
"Oh," he said blushing, as if he could read my mind. "Fitting
room. I hate being where people can stare at me."
I knew I was going to like Kevin. I led the way to the
fitting room, closing the door behind us.
"I told your dad I thought it was best to do your measurements
in here, so you wouldn't have people staring, watching you--and he
agreed," I said. "But I wanted to leave it up to you."
"Thanks," Kevin said, his chest puffing out a bit.
"Now, first things first. Sit on the stool and stretch your
legs out. Let's see if there's enough extra fabric inside those
pant legs to put new cuffs on these and save this suit."
"You can DO that?"
"Yes," I said, folding up the pant-legs a few inches, getting
to feel lots of smooth skin at the bottom of Kevin's legs. "I can
usually get new cuffs made and no one would know a repair has been
made."
"Wow! I knew I would like you," Kevin said with extra
enthusiasm, reaching to shake my hand while my left hand wrapped
around his ankle.
This seemed to be a signal. If he liked THAT skin contact, I
had more I could do to please him. I had to test my theory.
"I like you already, Kevin," I said, shaking his hand warmly.
That was one indicator of rich kids, they all shook hands like
old-fashioned gentlemen, and most were well-mannered.
"Wow," Kevin said, "you're seventeen. And you were a senior
last year," he added softly in a state of wonder. The kid
actually blushed. He had a cute blush. I took this as a positive
test result.
Then the fist went up. They were trained to be gentlemen, but
they were still kids. I knocked his fist with my own.
"Cool," I said casually, squeezing his calf muscle.
"WAY cool," the boy said, his eyes widening, filled with
admiration. This was not lost on my dick, which plumped nicely.
"I'll do a LOT of special measuring to get your clothes to fit
you right. But I know how it is. I hope you won't be embarrassed
or tired of me touching you in different places to get all the
data on your size and shape."
"No, you're cool," he said, eyes widening again, grinning ear
to ear.
"So are you," I said, causing Kevin to raise his eyebrows in a
friendly gesture. Definitely a positive test result.
"Besides, if you can fix my old suit and make the new one fit
really good, my dad'll be really happy--and that takes the heat
off me--for wearing out these cuffs."
"For you--I'll do my best."
Kevin looked warily at his naked lower leg, expecting to see
the cuff, I assumed. "And for having skinny legs," he added with
a cute giggle.
I was sure Kevin had thin legs because he'd just had a growth
spurt. The kid was 14 and already 5 feet 9 inches tall. His
shoes looked to be an adult size ten. Nice big feet. He's gonna
be a big boy, I thought to myself. Tall, anyway.
But the suit coat and shirts would be a problem--the longer
lengths he needed would be too wide for his build, requiring a lot
of alteration--and tons of chest measurements.
"Okay. There's enough material to make new cuffs," I said,
reaching my hand up Kevin's leg, all the way to the knee, this
time--totally unnecessary but thrilling.
"Ah! Tickles!" the boy said, bending over a bit with the
unexpected contact.
"Sorry," I said quickly, just to cover my butt.
"Oh, no--I . . . It's okay."
"Cool," I said, trying to stay composed. "Can you take these
off for me and not be shy? Or should I have you--"
"Nah. No problem," Kevin said, unbuckling. His pants were at
his ankles in a few seconds. I helped him step out of them.
"Nice briefs. Klein's." And I managed *not* to say how cute
his little bulge looked.
They all looked little in their underwear when they were soft
--even the college guys. Well, except for a few.
"Thanks." Kevin was brave, but he still blushed.
"They fit almost right," I said, grabbing his hips, stretching
the fabric. This put subtle pressure on the boy's equipment and
made a nice outline of his circumcised penis.
"They're big, aren't they?" Kevin said, sounding frustrated.
They always feel loose to me."
"Let me see," I said, standing suddenly, my dick bulging more
than usual. I went around to Kevin's back and pulled out the
briefs' elastic, getting a good look at his butt and the label on
his underwear. "Everything looks good back here," I said
suggestively. Size twelve, like I thought. Perfect for you, but
I think a different cut would look and feel much better."
"Okay."
"If you want I can get some and show you."
"Cool."
"I'll lock the door of this fitting room so no one can walk in
on you. I'll be right back." I locked the door on my way out.
I retrieved some very brief but suitable underwear from stock
and returned to Kevin, making a little show of locking the door
again--this time with both of us inside the fitting room. I
turned around to face him with my warmest smile.
"That was quick," he said, his eyes on the door latch.
"I'm fast and I'm good," I said, dropping a subtle hint,
getting a smile from the boy.
"Oh, yeah," he said as I held up the first brief--a red pair.
"These will look very good on you," I said, refraining from
saying, 'very hot.'
"Mmmm," Kevin said, nodding his approval.
"Would you like to try them on so I can get an idea of the
fit? You don't have to. I just thought--"
"Nah--I'm a big boy. Almost a man," he said, hesitating just
a moment before pulling his briefs down quickly.
Fourteen-year-olds were so good to work with.
I had this part pretty well worked out. I used this
particular fitting room because the air vent was in the perfect
spot to blow air on his dick. That usually had an interesting
effect on the organ's dimensions--especially for younger boys.
"That's very good," I said after getting a quick glance at his
cock--a good four inches soft, I thought, hanging over a nice set
of balls. I turned away to get the new red briefs. Facing him
again, I thought I saw five inches that now wasn't quite what I
would call hanging. "And THAT'S very good," I said, my eyes
darting for a second to the boy's beautiful half-hardness.
Kevin had a Mona-Lisa smile that went well with his blush.
"Oops. Gotta get those shoes off." As I spoke, Kevin sat on
the stool, bending to undo his shoes.
With the boy occupied, I went around the small room,
pretending to tidy up while I took peeks of his butt, build, and
hot-looking equipment that I could see when he lowered his elbow.
"Okay," I said, kneeling, staring at his ankles, "this'll be
the routine. Put your hands on my shoulders for balance, and I'll
hold the garment. Then you just step into them." I left out the
part where I slide the briefs up his body.
"Cool," he said, sounding a little nervous. But he put his
hot little hands on my shoulders, and I boned up big time with the
kid's cock in my face, sliding the underwear up into position.
I looked at his face. It was time to go into my professional
routine--the one designed to relax a boy, yet open doors.
"See how you look in the mirror," I said, standing beside him,
watching his eyes go from his red briefs to my bulging pants.
"Yeah!" he said excitedly. "That looks hot--I mean, do you
think they look good?" The poor kid blushed deeply.
"Yes," I said, looking at the mirror into his eyes. "And hot
is the right word. After all, a guy your age and size wants to
make a good impression--especially in his underwear."
"Yeah," Kevin said, gulping. He had a cute Adam's apple.
"Okay--I won't mince any words, and you might find it
embarrassing, but I have to give it to you straight, and we're
both men. Just tell me if I embarrass you, and I'll stop."
"Okay," he said, apparently thrilled that I was talking to him
man to man.
"All right. Now, those look like they fit you very well, even
though you're not totally soft. But you have the final say. They
have to feel comfortable to YOU. I'm sure they'll feel great when
you're all soft, but good underwear needs to feel good when you're
not, especially when you get hard," I said, sliding the palm of my
hand directly across the fabric covering Kevin's growing shaft.
"Um . . . best feeling underwear I ever had," he said, staring
at his own bulge, which apparently had some more expanding to do.
"Good!" I had a sincere smile on my face. "Let me adjust
them for you?"
"Sure," he said, gulping again.
I played with the elastic on the back of the briefs, pulling
the waistband and legs down.
"Turn around," I said, kneeling when Kevin was in position. I
fiddled with the elastic at the bottom of the leg holes, my cock
fully boned watching Kevin's boy bulge lengthening and thickening
inches from my eyes.
"Looks good," he said, his voice more husky now.
When I adjusted the elastic around the ball-pouch, I slid my
fingers in, contacting hot flesh.
Kevin's reaction was an immediate throb of his dick, which
bulged the fabric out a great deal momentarily. The boy was fully
erect.
When I repeated my action, Kevin sucked in a big breath, his
penis jumping outward with more force.
"Um," he said, a strange grin on his face, "I think I have to
DO something." His hand went to his balls--the fingers cupping
them, his thumb rubbing the base of his bone.
"Would you like ME to do it?"
Dennis Banneker.
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Or whatever. :-) --Dennis
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DENNIS B. - MY STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 27 MARCH 2006
(IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER. FIRST 2 AND LAST 3 ARE MOST RECENT.)
(You can also find them under 'StoriesNew' in Nifty's
Author section. NOT UNDER MY NAME.)
1. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (Dad teases and
spanks his son, and both get aroused. Ages
13, 16, to adult.)
- Last post APPROX. March 7, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
2. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Feb. 3, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest
3. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 11, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
4. Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
5. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
6. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
7. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 14, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
8. Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Newest story.
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
NIFTY - Incest.
9. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
10. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
11. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
12. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
13. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 24, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
14. Eyes for my Hot Little Brother
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 25, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
15. Special Sale on Boys' Trousers and Underwear
(17-year-old clothing salesman gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Ages 14 to 25.)
- Posted APPROX. March 27, 2006.
NIFTY
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been posted since this was written.
Thanks,
Dennis
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