Lyn Stimms was in heaven. She was sitting at an outdoor table, having drinks with her husband, and their mutual friend, Hal James.
"Hal, it was so good of you to join us tonight. I know brad is thrilled. " She ran her hand over brad's left arm." Brad smiled weakly. Hal had just knocked his right shoe off , and was playing footsie with him under the table.
"You know, it was SUCH a stroke of luck running into you at the store, Hal. I mean, Brad needed new clothes, and , well, I was lost. "
Hal smiled as he ran his toes over brad's foot and ankle. "It was my pleasure Lyn. And meeting you: what a joy. And then brad. "
Brad Stimms had a good life. He had started a job with one of the major financial companies right after college, and had been there all of his 15 year working life. Little by little, he had climbed his way up the old "corporate ladder" and was now an assistant vice president.
Along the way, he had married Lynn, his old high school sweetheart, and they had moved into a house which was, at the time, way too big for them. Now , with a 10 year old and a 7 year old, the house was the right size. Lynn had given up her job to stay home with the kids, and she couldn't have been happier. Brad worked hard, spent a lot of hours at the office, and frequently spent hours at night, well after she had gone to bed, updating spread sheets and other such things, in his study.
Many would consider Brad a good looking man. He was 5'10" and "solid" without being "built." If he were asked if he had a "dad bod," he would have laughed and said he was a dad, and he had a body, so... He did work out regularly, but not to develop muscles - to keep healthy. He ran, and he was part of one of those softball teams that were corporate guys trying to pretend they were still young. In his college days, he had been compared to Josh Duhamel, more than once. He had that solid jaw line, and the "corn fed" American looks that some people favored. He had a hairy face, but very little elsewhere. As he aged, he kept those looks, and he would've been considered a handsome man. It did him well, when he indulged in one of his secret hobbies.
Was Brad a closet case? It was hard to tell. What was not hard to tell, was that almost all of those times when he had to "work late again" at the officer, were evenings when he took a trip to one of his two favorite gay bars. "Pockets" was more relaxed and friendly: almost a gay version of "Cheers." The second one "Lash," was where he went when his submission fantasies got the better of him. Doing most of what he saw being done at "Lash" scared him, so he spent most of his time at Pockets.
Brad was submissive. He went to these places looking for a man he could suck off, and fantasize about dominating him. He had some luck at the bars in finding men to suck, but there were nights he went home, frustrated, and jerked off after checking out the chat rooms.
Hal inhabited these bars, too. He worked as a salesman at one of the upper end stores in the city, in the men's department. He sometimes told his friends, it was like "water water everywhere and not a drop to drink." All those men! All those men who he fitted with suits, shirts, etc, and he couldn't do anything with a single one! Then he'd see some of them at these bars, and again, sigh. Could he risk coming on to a customer at his store? And then... See, most of Hal's customers, were straight. Occasionally, he'd get a gay businessman coming in, but mostly, the gay clientele went to the more stylish shops. He got the straight businessmen, their wives, etc. And to the extent any of them were "on the down low," an expression he hated, they were looking to get blown - the same thing Hal was looking for. If he had what he wanted, he'd have a hot, straight guy, or straight looking guy, underneath him every night, taking his 8 inch cock, in his mouth, or in his ass, or both. Preferably, while tied up. But it just wasn't happening for him.
Then Lyn Stimms had come in one day, looking totally befuddled. Hal sighed, and walked over. "Ma'am, you look somewhat lost. Is there anything I can do to help you?" Lyn gave him a look like someone who had just been given a life preserver. "OH. THANK YOU. THANK YOU." She put her hand on his arm, before pulling it away. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." "It's ok ma'am. How can I help?" "Well, I'm trying to improve my husband's wardrobe, and... I'm just confused as to how to go about it." Hal smiled. He loved these challenges. "Well, let's start with sizes. Do you have those." "Actually, I do. I went into his closet today, and copied down his sizes." She pulled out her list. "Hmmm. All fairly standard. Now, by any chance, do you have a picture of him? It helps with picking out colors, styles, etc.?" "One sec..." She pulled out her phone, and brought up an album of Brad's photos. I'll admit right here. I think my husband is the handsomest man in the world." Hal took a look. Maybe not the handsomest man in the world, but yeah, dishy. As he heard some kids say "I'd do him." He also knew, from looking at the photos of Brad's, that he was wearing the wrong size. "I'd like to make a suggestion Mrs..." "Stimms. But please call me Lyn" "Ok Lyn, and I'm Hal. Now, let me ask you: do you think your handsome husband might do better with clothes that were more , shall we say, flattering to his body? And a bit more contemporary." Her eyes flashed. 'YES! YES! I keep on trying, but..." He laughed. "Businessmen are like that. They don't really want to draw attention to themselves. " He thought for a minute. This man looked familiar. "Can I have a look at those photos again?" "OH sure.." She opened the album, and .. yes, he had seen Brad before. At Pockets. Heading into the back room. Things began to make some more sense.
"Well, let's try this, Lyn. Let's start with shirts. Businessman? Ok, white and blue, for sure. Maybe some stripes - blue and white is always good, something in small checks, and maybe, just maybe, we'll get away with a pink one." "I like how you think Hal," Lyn gushed, as Hal thought "You might not, darling."
"Now, pants are one of those things that, really, men want to pick for themselves. So let's see how we go with this. You can bring him back with you. BUT... I want to suggest one other item..." He brought her over to jackets. "Now, most businessmen, most men, quite frankly don't know how to pick a proper fitting jacket. I bet you think all of his bag on him." "YES. YOU'RE RIGHT AGAIN!" He smiled. "Well, let's take a blue jacket let's go a size smaller. Have him try it on, and then he can come back for final fitting. " She looked at him, and he smiled. "Trust me Lyn. Once he sees how good he looks, he'll come back. And of course, you can return anything you want." "THANK YOU. THANK YOU. I'm sure we'll see each other gain." "I do too Lyn. "
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That night, Lyn told her husband what she had done that day. He looked up. "WHAT? You bought me clothes? I have PLENTY of clothes." Their kids looked at them. They hoped this wasn't heading to a fight. "I know you do dear, I know. And I'll bring everything back tomorrow. Just do me a favor. Try on one shirt. Just one shirt. And the jacket. Just those. Please. " He huffed, and made a face, but agreed. "Alright. Get the bloody runway ready." Brad went into the bedroom, and he put on one of the shirts. Snugger. Definitely snugger than the buttondowns he wore. It felt good. He looked at himself in the mirror. "DAMN. This DOES look good." He tried opening a second button, and also putting on a tie. Then he tried rolling up the sleeves. The combination of the new clothes feel, and the more flattering fit, was getting him horny. He tried on the jacket. Again, snugger, but really well tailored and, he thought it made him look much more handsome.
He walked back into the living room. He was smiling "OH, Brad. MY GOD. You look... OH, that salesman was right. You look SO MUCH MORE HANDSOME." Brad blushed as his wife gushed. "I guess I've been shopping wrong. I shoulda left it to you. " "No Brad. We both should've left it to Hal. He helped me. He told me to send you back to get the jacket tailored. You should do that tomorrow. Brad had planned to "work late" and visit Pockets, but he could wear the jacket to Pockets on another night, and see if his luck improved. "Ok, I'll visit at lunch tomorrow." Before they went to bed, brad hunted around the internet, seeing if anyone interesting were in the chat rooms. He didn't find anyone, and fell asleep, thinking about how he might actually be more competitive at the bars now, and get more action.
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"Oh, you're Mr. Stimms. I'm Hal James," Hal held out his hand, as Brad introduced himself. "Nice to meet you Hal. Please call be Brad. " Hal could see that Brad was wearing one of his new shirts. His intuition had been correct. The man was a bit of a peacock. He had come back to have the jacket tailored, the very day after his wife had bought it.
"Let me get my chalk, and a tape measure brad, and we'll get to work. While I'm getting them, you might want to take a look at some of the leather jackets on the side. They're not cheap, but they're on sale, and you won't find a better price." As Hal walked off, Brad was wondering "how had he known that Brad was actually looking for a leather jacket?" Hal was smiling: he had never met a closeted straight man who DIDN'T want a leather jacket.
"Let's step over to the fitting area, brad." Hal got to work. "Now, I always say this to customers before I start. There is a possibility that I'll touch them in a place they don't want to be touched. It's completely accidental brad, and I'll apologize right now. I'll be as quick as I can." Brad blushed. This Hal guy was not bad looking and he seemed very much in control, and commanding. Brad sort of wished he WOULD touch him in places he assumed Brad didn't want to be touched. As Hal worked, his hands did stroke Brad's ass ("nice," Hal thought to himself), and also his crotch ("Hmm. Methinks there's a hard on starting there, " he thought also).
"Now, how do you think you'd wear this jacket, Brad? " He asked. "Well, of course to work." "Do you wear a tie to work?" "I do. " "Then let's see how it looks for real." He brought over a rep tie, and had Brad take a look. "I think you look VERY handsome, Brad. You do the jacket justice. " "Thank you Sir. That's very flattering." "Now, why don't you try it WITHOUT the tie, and two buttons opened? It's a look that can be very seductive." Brad tried it, and agreed, it was.
He wore it that way, when he went to Pockets the next night.
"Very stylish jacket, Sir." He heard a familiar voice, and felt a strong hand on his shoulder. He turned around, and there was Hal. "Just kind of begs another man to slip his hand down your shirt, and tease you... until you blow him." Brad gulped. He looked down and saw Hal's bulge. He almost whispered "Does Sir need a slave to take care of him?" Hal smiled. "Back room. Now.." Brad was used to being on his knees in that room, and he began to get in position. "Take off the jacket brad. No need to soil it so fast." "Yes sir. " By the time that the jacket had been hung up, Hal's pants were down, and his cock was out. Brad dove for it. It had been over a week since he had sucked a cock, and he was desperate. Hal showed him no mercy with the thrusts, almost gagging him. And he did something that no one in that room had ever done. Rather than shove Brad's head forward, he began to play with brad's nipples.
"MMMMMMMPH." Brad moaned through the sucking. His moans got louder, and Hal smiled. "I hooked this one," he thought to himself, just before he filled brad's mouth with jizz.
"Oh geez," said Brad as he pulled himself up. "How did you learn about nips?" Hal smiled. "Just a wild guess." A pause. "How about a REAL date tomorrow brad? Drinks, maybe dinner, a stop at my place? Lyn tells me you work a lot. I imagine it's here." Brad gulped. "That WAS a great cock, Hal. I'm just not sure..." Hal smiled. "Weren't you interested in a leather jacket? Good excuse to be late. And this'll be ready for you.." "I'll... I'll call you tomorrow, ok Hal." "Sounds good. Try to do it before noon, so I don't look for another date." He handed Brad his business card.
Back at home that night, Lyn asked about the stop at the store. "Oh, yeah, great. He's gonna have the jacket tailored. And I saw something I'm gonna go and pick up tomorrow." "What's that hon?" "Leather jackets were on sale. I thought: why not?" "Why not indeed, darling? You'll look so good in it."
Brad's first call the next morning was to Hal. He spent part of that night at Hal's place, blowing him again. In the bedroom, he saw the toys, the bondage equipment, the gags. "You use all of this Hal?" "Not all at once, but I use it. Like..." He picked something up. "These are nipple clamps. On a guy who has nips as sensitive as you, they can push you to a new level." "Maybe next time, Hal." "Maybe next time indeed. But next time, you'll call me Sir." Brad felt his cock getting harder. He hadn't cum while he was blowing Hal, and the thought of having someone whom he could consider a Master, was arousing. "Yes sir. "
In the next 3 weeks, he saw Hal about 8 times, always for a blowjob. He hadn't tried the nipple clamps, or anything else. But he always called Hal "Sir." It had been Lyn who suggested that "the two handsomest men she knew" go out with her for a drink, before she left with the kids for a week to visit her mom."
Hal smiled. "Oh, I didn't know you'd be away Lyn. Do you want me to look after Brad while you're gone?" "Oh, that would be great. Otherwise, he's gonna become a frat rat again." Hal ran his foot up brad's leg. "Oh, I can assure you I'll do all I can to prevent that. I think I can open up Brad to some new things while you're away. Would you mind?" "NO. Not at all. I've been trying to break him out of his rut for a while." "Now THAT I can do. I assure you." He looked at Brad. "You ready for some new experiences Brad?" Brad gulped. "Uh, yeah, I think so," as he felt Hal's foot move more slowly , up and down his lower leg.