Please do not read this unless you are over 18 years of age.
Chippenditty Costume Repairman
by
Danny Ocean
I walked into the rehearsal hall and almost fainted. There before me, dancing in unison to a thumping precussive beat were nine lovely young boys wearing nothing but tiny pink speedo bathing suits. The hot room suddenly became hotter. I gripped the sack that held my leather tools tightly. I re-ran the emergency phone call in my head.
"Shoe repair."
"Can you repair a dancer's leather costume in a hurry?"
"Certainly, sir. Just bring it in and--"
"There's no time. You must come to the dance hall where we're rehearsing."
"All right. Give me the address and I'll come right over. Of course, it'll be a bit more expensive, being a rush job."
"Anything you want."
I expected to repair the costume of a grown female dancer. So, you can imagine the shock I received. In addition to that, I'd been a closet boy lover for the past ten years. How was I supposed to react to this heavenly sight? Bored? Amused? Enthusiastic? And for what audience could they perform for? And why were they dancing so lewdly? Not that I minded one bit. My growing erection was proof of that. Luckily, my coat hit my excitement. They appeared to be a younger version of the famous Chippendales. I was all at sea.
"OK, kids, let's stop for today," the dance instructor yelled when he saw me. "Remember, we meet here tomorrow at two o'clock for the job at three thirty. Don't be late."
The boys were stretching and flexing their limbs. You could tell that their practice session was strenuous.
The instructor walked over to me and shook my hand. "You're the leatherman?"
"Yes, sir. My name is Harold."
"Call me Rigger. I really appreciate you coming out on such short notice, but we have a job tomorrow. One of the boys ripped a strap from his leather corset."
"Corset?"
"Well, that's the only word we could come up with. It's a series of connected leather straps that fit around the torso. It's a special design." He called to one of the boys. "Kyle! Bring it over here!"
Kyle walked over to us. The closer he got, better he looked. Gorgeous young lad, about nine years old, almost complete naked. His pink speedo had a black "C" emblazoned on the crotch. My desire to touch him had me shaking. I couldn't control my knees.
"Kyle, this is Harold," said Rigger.
"Hi."
"How do you do, young man?"
He held up the strange corset. "Can you fix this?"
I took it and examined the torn leather strap. "Of course, I can."
Rigger beamed. "That's great. How much will it be? Name you price."
I gazed into Kyle's lovely eyes. "Oh...." He smiled so sweetly. "How about two pounds four?"
"Is that all?" Rigger said, digging into his pockets. "Well, I'm going to remember you whenever we need anything fixed again." He counted out the money in my hand as the boys, all dressed, walked through the hall and out the door. "There you go. Listen, I have to run. Stay here as long as it takes to fix it and just close the door behind you when you leave."
It was only the three of us standing there. "All right."
"Could you do me one more favor?" Rigger said. "Could you also drive Kyle home? I know it's a lot to ask, but he doesn't live far."
I hesitated a bit, fearing the worst, but melted with one look at that beautiful young face. "I'd be glad to."
"That's great." Rigger slapped me on the shoulder. He gathered up his things and walked out saying, "Remember, Kyle. Tomorrow. Two o'clock."
"All right."
And he was gone.
Kyle and I smiled at each other. I playfully ruffled his hair and said, "Is there anyplace to sit down?"
"Yeah, in the dressing room. It's back here, " he said. He slipped his hand in mine and lead the way. As we walked, I was able to wrench my head around and get a gander at his cute little ass that filled out the speedo. I guess I should be kept in a cage.
When we got to the dressing room, I took my jacket off, sat down on a bench and began working. Kyle watched me work, but got bored after about two minutes. He began to walk around the room in rhythm, humming to himself.
"What's the name of your dance troupe?" I asked.
"The Chippendittys," he said not looking at me. "We perform for girls birthday parties and such." He began stretching his arms toward the ceiling.
"You're all very good looking young men." That got his attention. He turned around and looked at me with a half smile. He put his hands on his hips and spread his legs.
"You think so?"
"Yes, indeed."
"Yeah, well, we're more than good looking. We're fucking good dancers. Just watch this," he sneered.
Uh-oh, I said to myself. What have I unleashed? He started dancing around the room like a go-go girl. He led with his crotch using every possible suggestive bump and grind. He swiveled his hips, shook his ass, swung his legs, all the while caressing his body. He lept into the air and landed in a spread on the floor. He kept his eyes on me the whole time. I was absolutely drooling.
Every so often his eyes dipped to my crotch. What he saw made him dance with increased confidence. He knew he was turning me on. At that point, I didn't care. I spread my legs to give him a better view. My cock was throbbing.
He whirled and twirled, around and around. Looking at his basket, I could tell his dick was hard. He grabbed his own ass and performed pelvic thrusts. This was too much. Then he pulled out all the stops. Putting his hands behind his head, he danced his way towards me thrusting his groin in the air repeatedly. He stopped about a foot from me and continued his gyrations.
I looked him straight in the eye and licked my lips.
Breathing hard he said, "Let's have a look at your willie."
I stood up, undid my pants and yanked them down. He gazed at my massive dick through my shorts before I yanked them down as well. My cock sprang out and said hello. He stopped dancing. His eyes bulged slightly and his mouth dropped open.
"It's all big and hairy," he said. "Do you play with it?" I couldn't speak. He tenderly grasped my shaft. "I play with mine all the time." He started stroking very slowly. I bit my bottom lip, whimpering. He then caressed my swollen balls, saying "I hurt my balls once, so I've learned to be careful."
He leaned forward and licked my cock, all the while gazing up at me. I moaned. "I guess I don't have to ask you if that felt good. Shall I suck it?"
"Please do," I said panting. I gently stroked the back of his head as he bobbed up and down on my cock. I groaned again and again. It was just the encouragement he needed to increase his speed and suction. With my other hand, I reached into his speedo and fondled its contents. He quickly wrenched off the speedo. Now it was his turn to moan. He faltered a bit in his sucking and the delicious result was a gush of drool that ran down my cock. He loved my diddling.
Suddenly, he whipped his head off my cock and ordered me to sit down. "I've got to have your cock in me asshole!" The crazy look in his eyes told me he was really losing control. He added more saliva to my dick, spun around, spread his ass cheeks and lowered himself. When the head of my penis penetrated his hole, he yelled quite loudly.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"Keep going!"
When it was halfway inside him, I took his stiff little nail in my hand and began jerking him off. This caused his to start humping up and down. Not long after that he was completely sitting in my lap, my cock lodged all the way up his exquisitely tight asshole. He was going crazy with lust, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his teeth.
"Here it comes. Here it comes. Keep wanking me! Don't stop!!!"
"Not for the world, Kyle! I want to make you cum like never before. Scream it out, lad, scream it out!" I was flailing his dick now, my hand a blur. Then his shrieks began and when I felt his asshole clamp down on my cock, I knew he was cumming. I pressed my lips to his neck and groaned as I ejaculated forcefully into the sweetest, tightest hole I could ever imagine.
My balls were drained. I then had the painful task of removing my sensitive dick from his ass. We both hissed from the discomfort. When we were dislodged, he spun around facing me and straddled my legs. He put his arms around my neck and kissed me passionately at first, then gently. A real movie kiss. Then he looked into my eyes and said, "That was the greatest."
"I totally agree, but we'd better get dressed," I said.
He sighed and said, "All right, but we've got to do this again."
"When?"
"We'll talk about it while you drive me home."
After we were both dressed, I said, "Well, let's go."
"Haven't you forgotten something?"
"What?"
He pointed to his leather corset. "Oh, for heaven's sake," I said slapping my forehead. We then sat side by side and small talked while I fixed the costume.
December '98 Would anyone like a sequel? Would anyone want to write a sequel themselves? Comments welcome.
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