I was fresh out of college, sending out resumes, and in the mean time, working full time to save some money for a good down payment on a house that was in my small home town. While woking in a department store was not something I was really happy with, it did have its perks, such as healthy discounts on clothes, which helped in my job search, and the people I worked with were very nice. That made all the difference. I had been working there for a little over a year, and it was a men's clothing store, that of course, catered to men of all sizes, shapes, and colors.
I began to notice that the same men generally were in the store on quite a regular basis. The clothing store was designed for especially large men, and I could see many of the same men who were regulars. Sometimes, they would bring their wives, but most times, they came in alone. My job was to help them in any way I could, showing them the sizes they needed, or measuring their inseam for a good fitting pair of slacks. As time wore on, while I always considered myself a hard working man and very conscientious, I was also finding that with some of the men, I could find myself hardening up when I was down on my knees and running that tape measure on the inside of their thighs. I tried to push it out of my mind, thinking to myself that I was simply a horny young man, and anything could get my sub standard white cock rock hard in no time at all.
Over time, I began to notice that there was one man in particular who came in very frequently, and always going into the slack department, and trying on several sizes of pants at each visit. In the past, when I asked if he needed any help, in a deep, sexy voice it was always "Thank you, Im fine, but if I need some, I will let you know". Knowing he was doing his usual lone shopping one day, I made no attempt to offer help, but I did find myself checking him out as I counted the money in the register for the next person coming in the next morning. This man had a huge neck, and shoulders, and from there, he had a nice tapered waist that was firm and fit. While big, I could tell he was a man who worked out a lot. Finished with doing my register, I was headed back to the office to do some paper work, when I heard his familiar voice call out "Young fella, can you give me a hand here??". Turning around, and giving him my best customer service smile, I said "Gladly Sir". Coming over, and standing next to him, I found out he was having a hard time choosing between several pairs of slacks. I could tell he took good care of himself, and caught a wonderful whiff of some cologne he was wearing, and found myself commenting on it, and letting him know how good he smelled.
Smiling broadly he said "Call me David, and your name?" "Paul, and its nice to meet you, since I have seen you here a lot.". "It's hard for a man like me to find something big enough to fit me, but this shop is the closest I have come to when it comes to buying clothes". How can I help you today, David?". "Well, if you don't mind, it would be great if you could give me a hand in the dressing room, measure me properly, and make sure I get my money's worth". Since it was close to closing time, I told him it would be no problem, but that I wanted to put the "Closed " sign up to keep out any more customers that might delay me in getting out on time. As I headed to the front of the store, my mind could not help but think about this big, beefy black guy I was getting ready to help. Would I be any help at all, would I find myself staring at the bulk and size of this man, and most importantly, could I control myself when I began to measure his inseam ,without appearing too horny? Quickly putting up the "Shop is Closed" sign, and turning out most of the lights except for those in the mens section and fitting rooms, I made my way to the back of the store, and braced myself for what could possibly happen. " I went ahead and closed up the shop so we could be uninterrupted and so that I wouldn't have to deal with more customers today. I'm very happy to help you sir, but I do have to be going after this since I am meeting a friend for some coffee afterward".
David then asked me "How do we get started with this?. I can understand how a young man as yourself would have an active social life". Turning a little red I simply said "Well, I am going to ask you to strip to your underwear so that I can get a proper measure of your leg length, and your waist size. It looks like you are in great shape, and finding something to fit you shouldn't be that hard for a young man like you." "Don't let my body fool you, Paul Im pushing 55 years old now, but thanks to good genes, I guess I am fairly lucky, and thank for all the compliments". I found myself feeling very comfortable with David, almost as if I had known him for a long time. He seemed very familiar, but I pushed it to the back of my mind to get a good set of slacks for this good looking, caramel colored gentleman. As I said earlier, I always knew myself as gay, but some times, as in situations such as this, and being gay, I always found myself becoming more submissive and docile. I had not yet come out to everyone, but my real friends knew what my orientation was, were comfortable with it, but being in a small town, coming out as gay could be "social suicide". I loved my privacy regarding the matter, and respected the rights of those men I met who wanted the same respect. David began to unbutton his pants, and they were a bit snug. Wiggling his hips just a little to work himself out of them, he asked if we should go into the fitting room. "I don't think its really necessary since the door is locked and we are in the back of the store, and its just you and I." Out of those pants, David looked remarkable, and turning around to hang up his slacks, I noticed a very firm ass that instantly brought my little boner to attention. His white underwear snugly cupped his globes, and ran seductively up the crack of that rock hard ass. Pulling the tape measure from my pocket, I guess David thought he had to remove all his clothing, and seemed very comfortable in his beautiful birthday suit. "How's that Paul?. You ready to get started "? Before I could think about what I said, in a low husky voice, I said "You better believe I am". David laughed easily , and said "Come on over and give me a measure, then". He stood so tall, and getting in my usual position, which is down on my knees, my eyes looked up and down the entire length of him. He was really incredible, and he caught me looking up at him, and our eyes locked for an instant. The side of David's mouth went up in a friendly smirk, and all I could do was clear my throat, and start running that tape measure up and down that massive black thigh. As I worked my way up that nude body with the tape measure, David laughed and asked if he should move his" bull nuts" for a better measure. " This is my job, you just relax, and I will give you the most accurate measure you have ever gotten." "Okay then, buddy, do your magic". Its always best to measure twice for accuracy, so the second go around, I had to decide what to do. Inside my mind I said "Fuck it, Im going for it" and I found the outside of my hand grazing those big brown balls of his, as the tape took the second measure.
David drew in a quick breath, as I continued the job at hand, writing down the measurements in my little black book. I measured David's waist, and as I did, I noticed I was a lot smaller than he, and that my eyes were at nipple level to David. I ran the tape measure around his waist, and for his size, 36 inches was very, very nice. Trying to delay the moment as long as possible in order to keep looking at David, I asked if he needed any shirts since he was already here. "Not sure, but go ahead and measure anyway so when I come back in for some more clothes, you'll have them handy. I worked that measure up various sections of his chest, until I was once again running that tape across those brown nipples, and found myself looking a little longer than necessary. "How big am I?" David asked. "Well, HUGE, David..we may have to special order some shirts for you". I began to feel a firmness pressing against my thigh, looked down, and was mesmerized by this huge brown man cock pushing against my leg. Now, it was my time to gasp, and in doing so, David asked me to measure his inseam, to see how big it was again. I slowly sunk down once again to my knees, this time in a more submissive way, but instead of using the tape measure again, I let that cock brush against my face on the way down. "You know you want it, Paul, just do it baby" , The way he called my baby, the comfortable way it came from him, began to bring memories back to me. David pushed my head closer and closer to his cock, until I felt the heat from it, and it was incredible. I found myself sucking like a baby now, on a huge black bottle, that I couldn't get enough of. By this time, I had become quite an accomplished cock sucker, and David began to compliment me on my dick sucking skills. "Holy fuck, Paul, no one has ever gotten me all the way down!" I couldn't talk with all that dick down my throat , but I was loving every inch of his meat, and let him know it with my moaning, and the fact that I paid special attention to those big bull nuts." That's it Paul, work those nuts and that big fucking cock. You have sucked a lot of cock, I can tell". Sliding in and out of my mouth very easily now, he teased me at times, telling me to beg him for it. "David, this is too much, I have to have it, PLEASE!!'. Laughing, knowing that he couldn't hold off because of my sucking ability, that big 10 incher was once again down my throat. I was his pussy boy now, loved being turned out by a real man, and was a real bitch for him.
The heat was so hot between us, that neither of us heard the front door open in the front of the store. The big veins in David's dick stretched my mouth and I loved it, and wanted it to go on forever. Pulling his cock out rather quickly, and wondering why, the cum from that huge cock began to blow all over my face, chin, and neck. I found myself saying "I want you to fuck this white ass, and soon!.' David poked my shoulder, and looking up at him, he had a" deer caught in the head light look." Turning around, I saw the owner of the store, standing there, hands folded across his chest with a look that could kill. Mr Edens, my boss, and a friend of the family, said "Paul, you ARE fucked, and you are also FIRED. Get the fuck out of my place, NOW" David had never dressed so fast, and within minutes, we were both outside the store, and headed toward our cars. In a rush to get going, David said one last thing, and then gave me a business card of his. "Paul give me a call, so we can get together. I've always thought you were such a good looking young boy, and now, a man." Jumping in his car, David sped away, and I was left standing in the parking lot, drying cum on my face and neck , and found a moment to look down at his business card. " David Kelso Real Estate"
That's when my brain finally kicked in , and when I realized who David Kelso was, and WHY he seemed so familiar. It was 10 years prior that he had sold my parents their current home.