Date: Thu, 6 Apr 2006 23:17:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Special Sale - Chapter 2
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Special Sale on Boys' Trousers and Underwear - Chapter 2
by Dennis Banneker
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
April 7, 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
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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 TWO)
- 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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Special thanks to one reader, whose email comments resulted in a
scene toward the beginning of this chapter.
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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?"
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CHAPTER 2
"Um, well . . . y-yeah, I guess," Kevin said, shifting sexily
from foot to foot. His bashful look made me throb with desire.
There was just enough doubt in his face that I decided to take
a different course for the moment.
"I'll be right back," I said to a baffled 14-year-old.
Poor kid didn't know what he was in for, but this would help
in my quest to have him trust me completely. Once I had Kevin's
total confidence, I could make my move.
"Here we go," I said, returning with a small ice pack. "Just
lie down--on your back."
A nice feature of our fitting rooms was the refrigerator in
each one. This way, we could give our clients ice water and
snacks.
Kevin wasn't looking at what I'd carried in--too busy staring
at my bulge. He was lying on his back in a few seconds. His
bulge might have become a flagpole if the red briefs weren't
restricting it. I wondered what he thought was going to happen.
"This'll be cold--might hurt a little."
"What are you--AHHH! That's COLD!" he shouted.
I'd stuffed the plastic ice pack into his briefs and down
against his balls--not a comfortable thing for a guy, especially a
hard and horny boy like Kevin.
But it *had* to be done. Things had been moving along too
quickly, and I may have incurred Kevin's rejection.
"It's okay. Hang in there, Kevin."
"AH! I can't take it," he said, his face all twisted.
"Okay, I'll move it." I slid the ice pack upward.
"God, no!" Kevin shouted as the frozen thing slid along his
hard shaft and hit the head of his cock.
"It's all right," I said, watching the boy's dick soften.
"You're a real man now, aren't you?"
"Huh? Oh, I get it. AH! It's a test?" he said, breaking
into a smile--one that alternated between pride in himself and the
stressful discomfort of the ice. "Uh!"
"Whatever test it was, you passed it, Kevin," I said with my
best smile as I watched the kid's teeth chatter.
After a few more seconds, I removed the ice and set it aside.
"There. Do you feel okay?"
"Y-yeah," he said, pleased with himself that he survived the
ordeal. "But my . . . balls are freezing," he added quietly, a
tiny smile betraying his consent.
Without hesitation, I cupped his balls in my palm. I was sure
the warmth of my hand was a pleasant contrast to the cold.
"Oh! Yeah, that feels nice."
"Good. Now you're soft and I can make sure the new briefs
aren't too big for you," I said, adjusting the elastic around his
legs and ball sac again. "Look in the mirror."
Kevin was busy studying his crotch, which looked temptingly
full despite the shrinking effect of the cold.
Standing beside him with my stubborn erection, I marveled that
this diversion had worked so well. When Kevin touched his bulge,
my cock jumped outward, catching his eye. We froze for a few
moments, the boy catching his breath, shaking himself and getting
his bearings. He blushed, speaking to hide his embarrassment.
"Um--I like these briefs, Dillon. Do they still look okay?"
"Perfect. What do YOU think?"
"I think they fit better than any underwear I ever had. What
kind are they?"
"Giormani. An Italian import. Cotton, silk, and cashmere
blend."
"Wow! I love 'em. They feel so smooth--like skin almost."
"Expensive though--fifty-nine dollars a pair."
"That's okay. Ten of these will still be less than six-
hundred."
Spoken like a true wealthy boy, I thought as I made notes on
his customer record.
"Ten it is," I said, hiding the sexual tension I felt. "You
can pick out colors later." I looked up to see Kevin's finger
having an intimate moment with the bulge in his new red briefs.
I brought an electric space-heater into the fitting area to
keep Kevin warm. A boy naked from the waist down except for thin
briefs was likely to get cold. Besides, the warmer it got, the
more comfortable he would be taking off clothing for my special
measurements.
"Are you ready for me to measure you for your new suit?"
"Sure," Kevin said with a big smile. I was loving this boy's
attitude more and more.
"I'll bring in some sample suits for you to look at."
"Okay."
I had boy's suits in a wheeled rack just outside the fitting
room. I'd selected the cut, fabrics, and colors myself--designed
to have maximum appeal to a young high-school boy like Kevin. I
pulled the modesty curtain, making a sight barrier between Kevin
and the fitting-room door, and made my exit.
"Whoa!" Kevin said as I returned. I wheeled the rack toward
him, "those are way COOL!"
"Glad you like what you see." I smiled at him.
I liked what *I* saw as Kevin stood at the rack, dressed only
in skimpy briefs, examining each jacket, feeling the fabrics--and
unconsciously touching himself. At one point, he stared at a
particular suit and fingered his dick, causing my bone to lurch
outward in multiple throbs.
"That's a good cut. Striking pattern," I said in my
professional voice. It was a European cut, the fabric a basic
muted lavender with a soft, gold-colored thread grouping that made
an irregular contrasting pattern."
"I love the colors--and how the stripe zigzags."
"That's called an enervator thread--not quite a stripe, but it
makes an interesting, subtle pattern."
"Ha-ha. Sounds like you're talking about a car."
"Keep looking. There's more suits I can bring in."
"No," he said, his face in a permanent grin, "these are
great."
Kevin went through all thirty-five samples, and returned his
attention to the grayed lavender suit.
"You like that one, don't you."
"Yeah," he said with a cute blush, "I love lavender.
Especially this sort of smoky look."
"High-quality stuff. French. A Du Maurice original. Very
nice choice, Kevin."
"I never saw anything as good as this," he said, turning to
look at me. "And it feels so good," he added, running his fingers
over the luxurious fabric. The boy beamed with pride and gave me
his cutest look, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Try the jacket on--just to get a general idea."
Before Kevin reached for the hanger, his cell phone rang,
playing the opening bars of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony.
Apparently it was his dad calling. Kevin hit a button and
aimed the phone at the suit he liked. It was no surprise that his
cell phone could transmit live images.
"What do you think, dad?" he asked, voice overflowing with
energy. From the animated grin on Kevin's face, I surmised his
dad approved. Suddenly Kevin handed me his phone. "My dad," he
whispered, his grin infectious.
"Hello, Mr. Braniff?"
"That's stunning, Dillon. Did you help Kevin pick it out?"
"No, sir. He did it all on his own," I said, choosing my
words to give Kevin high praise. "He picked out some underwear,
too. I hope that's all right."
"Of course. I'm proud of him. Does the underwear truly fit
him properly?" Kevin's dad said.
Apparently 'fit' had been an issue with Kevin's previous
underwear selection--certainly not a selection made in *my* store.
"The fit--we tested that out thoroughly, sir."
Oh, boy--DID we!
"What do you mean, 'we?' I'm sure you checked it out and
Kevin just stood there."
"Well," I said, grinning at Kevin as I spoke, "that's true.
But Kevin made the final selection."
I held back from saying that I'd definitely checked him out.
"I'm proud of both of you," the man said, giving me the
feeling he'd just mentally adopted me.
"Should we be talking about price, sir?" I asked, my voice
nearly breaking as I saw Kevin pull the waist of his briefs
forward and stare down at his equipment.
"No. Do you have two of those suits?"
"Yes, sir."
"He'll take two. Pays to have a backup. If he likes it that
much, he'd be heartbroken if something happened to it. And if he
wants some shirts, just add them in for me. Can you do that,
Dillon?"
"Yes. No problem, sir."
Kevin spoke a few moments with his father before
disconnecting. The man must have praised his son generously. I
don't remember seeing a boy look happier or more pleased with
himself. This was the perfect lead in to what I had in mind.
Without being prompted, Kevin slipped into the jacket.
"Oh, yeah," he said, grinning at his reflection, rubbing his
hands on the fabric, "I really like this."
"Then I'll get you fitted," I said, grasping my measuring tape
and feeling my crotch spring back to life. "Each cut is unique
and requires a special fit."
"Dillon," Kevin said, looking down at his red bikini as he
removed the jacket, "what colors do these briefs come in?"
"They definitely come in lavender," I said to a cutely
blushing boy.
"Oh. You knew."
"Yeah," I said sheepishly. "And if there's a color we don't
have, we can dye a white one any color you want."
"You're kidding?"
"Nope," I said with a silly laugh. This put Kevin further at
ease. "But now comes the hard part," I said, making it sound as
if something bad were about to happen.
"Hard part?" he said with his cute gulp.
"Nah. Just need your bare chest so I can get started
measuring you."
"I can do that," he said, grinning mischievously.
As Kevin removed his dress shirt, I took it, hanging it up.
He wore an immaculately white tee shirt, and when he pulled it
off, I suppressed a gasp. This 14-year-old had broad shoulders,
solid mounds of little pecs, subtle ripples in his abdomen, and a
belly button with a wisp of blond hair I found enticing.
I stepped back for a better view. There he was, a beautiful,
intoxicating boy--naked except for a small pair of briefs, the
budding muscles of Kevin's chest, stomach, and legs, while
obvious, had a roundness to them that enhanced the smooth lines of
his body. This aroused me. He had me lightheaded.
"Kevin--you have quite a build for a boy your age." With
trembling hands, I folded his tee shirt neatly, put it aside, and
returned to grip my hands over his warm shoulders. "Solid."
"Oh, thanks," he said, "I um . . . work out a little." It was
the modesty and understated look of pride that separated the well-
bred and rich boys from the others.
When Kevin rubbed his hands over his naked chest, my cock
reached new levels of stiffness, especially when I saw his little
nipples harden.
"Hold your arms out," I said, standing behind Kevin, wrapping
the tape around his chest, my hands sliding under the tiny tufts
of hair in the boy's satiny armpits.
Kevin jumped.
"That tickled!"
"See? I told you this was the hard part."
"I can take it a lot harder than that," Kevin said with a wry
smile. His careless wording had an immediate effect on my bone.
"Good to hear. I might have to get rough with you," I said,
making us both laugh.
I chose that moment to pick him up with my hands firmly under
each armpit. I worked out, too--a lot--and stood upright as I
lifted his body, his feet rising well off the floor.
"You're strong," Kevin said, in awe of what I'd done.
"Are you scared of me now?"
"No," he said, giggling as I let him down. "You'd never hurt
me."
"Good You're right."
"Yeah." He turned around to face me, a new warmth in his
expression. "You're nice," he said, his eyes looking a bit
hypnotized, burning into mine.
"So are you, Kevin," I said, wondering if he were aware of the
effect he had on me.
"You're blushing," Kevin said. "You look cute when you
blush."
As soon as the words were out, the poor boy turned a new shade
of crimson, his face morphing quickly from happy to fearful. "I
mean . . . I didn't mean to--"
"It's fine. You look cute when you blush, too," I said, my
fingers softly rubbing his hot ears.
"Oh," he said, relieved. It seemed to be partly an erotic
response, partly sudden insight, I thought. Looking in the
mirror, he studied the movement in my crotch.
"It's a good thing it's early--we have a lot of measuring to
do," I said, using 'we' to keep him involved.
I repeated the chest measurement, this time sliding my fingers
gently over his nipples.
"Ah . . . mmmm."
"I have to do it again, to be sure. Are you okay with that?"
"Yeah," he said, drawing the word out, a dreamy sound to his
young voice.
My eyes wandered to the mirror, to the engaging growth and
movement in Kevin's bulging underwear. I bit my tongue and turned
to write down his first upper-body measurement.
"Good size. Big." I said, half-dazed, facing him now,
wrapping my tape around him at a lower point on his chest,
glancing down to the fabric that covered the hardening tube of
flesh I hadn't yet seen.
"Th-that's good."
Kevin closed his eyes as I continued to work my way down his
chest and abdomen, measuring each point and recording it on the
customer record.
When I got to his waist, I folded the thin waistband of the
briefs down an inch, and, going behind him, adjusted the fold
until the cleft of his firm bottom came into view. I rubbed the
exotic fabric gently and paused to admire this small portion of
his tight butt. I returned, smiling, to face the cute boy in the
well-bulged briefs.
Kevin's eyes opened. I saw tension and pleasure in them. His
boyhood stretched the briefs upward, some moisture at the tip of
the bulging tube.
"I think I have all your upper-body data," I said, grasping
the underwear's waistband. It's time to measure for your trousers
and . . . pull these off."
"Okay," he said breathlessly. "You can do it."
Hearing Kevin ask me to take his underwear off made my heart
pound. Pulling the fabric forward to accommodate his boy flesh, I
slid the briefs down. He put his hands on my shoulders as he
stepped out of the garment, remembering my instructions.
Kevin Braniff was naked before me. I wondered how many of his
classmates would envy my position.
And there was Kevin's dick, hard, six inches of pounding
excitement--pink and beckoning--presumably virginal, bigger,
thicker than I expected. The clear fluid of masculine excitement
flowed down the underside of his flawless shaft. The wide head of
his penis looked hungrily at me as it nodded with the boy's
accelerating heartbeat.
Pre-cum flowed inside my own Giormani briefs as I adored the
naked flesh, recently hidden in a similar garment. It was nice,
knowing we'd be wearing the same brand of underwear, probably for
a long time. I felt the tremble in my legs with Kevin's boyhood
inches from my face. I nearly forgot I was supposed to measure
his inseam.
Kneeling in front of him, I slid the hard end of the tape up
Kevin's thigh, looking up at the boy--his face neutral, his chest
stirring with ragged breaths as my heated hand made its way up the
boy's hairless flesh.
Instead of making him spread his legs for easier access, my
other hand grasped the whole of his sac and pulled it aside.
"Ohhh," he said, the message of his thin voice unclear.
"Are you okay, Kevin?"
"Oh, yeah." He said it softly, but his voice carried a
distinct approval. As if to confirm my flimsy doubt, he rested
his hands on my head, and I slid the tape upward all the way.
"Yeerff, ahh."
My fingers wiggled, nuzzling his tight scrotum and groin at
the same time, the heat of him soaking into my hand.
"Long legs, boy," I said, losing control of myself, my eyes
falling on his clenching fists before returning to his hardness.
My pants strained to contain my own weapon, begging for freedom.
"Long . . . yeah," Kevin said, fully entranced now, his face
angelic, enraptured, his hot hands sliding to my shoulders. As he
bent forward, the head of his cock pressed into my gaping mouth.
"Oh, God," he said, moaning, stretching each word.
The boy's hands gripped tightly now, his eyes glancing down at
me, his face determined as he pushed his pulsating cock toward my
throat.
"Mmmm," I moaned as my lips and tongue made love to his
delicious shaft, giving him ten slow strokes.
Kevin shivered, his fingers gracing my ears with a gentle
rubbing, their message clear.
"Well," I said, sliding off, "how do you feel now?"
"Dillon, no. Don't stop."
"We have to stop for a few. I can't have you getting your
reward before all the measurements are finished. You want me to
finish them . . . and you want your reward, don't you?"
"Ahh," he said, his hand squeezing his desperate erection.
"Yes. Do it fast."
As I measured down each leg, I let my tongue take a fantastic
journey between Kevin's hot, knotted balls and the soft flesh of
his inner thigh.
"No fair," he said, voice rising with his youthful sense of
justice.
"Okay." Reluctantly, I freed my tongue from his intimate
warmth and licked the smoothness of his legs, recording the
measurements with a scrawl I hoped would be intelligible later.
Finally I was done. My tongue played with his knee.
"Please," he said, his innocent voice pouring into my head and
heart. "Do it. I won't tell."
"I won't either, I promise." I stood to go behind him. "Last
measurement."
His hairless bottom was beautiful--perfectly smooth, full, not
too big, the flesh hard--with lines incomparable to anything I'd
seen before.
"Ohhh," he said as my hands massaged the mounds of flesh.
Standing, looking at his graceful back, I unzipped, and my
cock felt fresh air suddenly. I stripped out of my pants and
underwear.
"Arms out," I said, pressing my erect manhood against the
firmness of his 14-year-old butt, startling the boy with my naked
flesh--my cock vertical, its length nudging the depth of his fiery
crevice.
In this position, I measured the top of his chest again, Kevin
moaning as my hands and wrists drifted across his underarms. The
wispy curls against my fingers sending sudden spasms to my penis.
His right arm twitched. I knew where its hand wanted to go.
"No--keep your arms out," I said, grasping his slick erection,
squeezing it for him. I stroked the hard thing gently.
"No--do it . . . the other way," he said breathlessly.
I was very willing to comply. Besides, it was too forbidden--
pushed against him this way, my moist cock pressing along his back
entrance. I withdrew, crawling to the front of him, acutely aware
of his hard spike looming sensually above my head. I imagined
drops of clear boy-fluid anointing my hair.
Looking up at him, I was greeted with an anxious lad, swaying,
nodding eagerly, the subtle movements telling me his penis needed
more than my hand could offer.
My smile was automatic. I had only dreamed of a boy as
beautiful as Kevin, asking me to take his best part, that hot
hardness, into my mouth.
Gently, I took him in.
Kevin's body writhed with the ebb and flow of my tongue and
lips--and I had to hold him, my hands relishing the hard feel of
those luscious mounds, my mouth in ecstasy--his breathing, moans,
and keen arousal enthralling, compelling.
"Oh, Dillon," he said, spellbound, his boy-body heaving
urgently, legs rapidly losing strength, "OH!"
Dennis Banneker.
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com
Any comments would be great!
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That's all I wrote so far. Thanks for reading. Should there be
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Hope you liked it.
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DENNIS B. - MY STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 7 APRIL 2006.
15 stories under the following 6 headings:
- HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE
- SCOUT/CAMPING
- BROTHER
- ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER)
- DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER)
- "NO PAIN NO GAIN"
You can also find them under 'StoriesNew' in Nifty's Author
section. NOT UNDER MY NAME. Don't know why Nifty did it that way,
but what the heck. :-) All my stories are on Nifty.
HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES
1. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 11, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
2. 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.)
- Last post APPROX. April 7, 2006
NIFTY - High School; (maybe College)
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY
3. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Feb. 3, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest
BROTHER STORIES
4. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. April 2, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
5. 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
6. 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
7. Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
NIFTY - Incest.
8. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
ADULT-YOUTH STORIES (TENDER)
9. Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
10. 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.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY
11. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
"NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES
12. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far.
I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Last post APPROX. March 7, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
13. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- 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.)
14. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
15. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
LAST POST DATES good as of April 7, 2006, and
may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST
DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this,
because new chapters of the listed stories may have
been posted since this was written.
Thanks,
Dennis
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