I arrived in Seattle for a job interview and realized that I forgot to pack casual pants to wear. I wandered downtown, found this small, interesting shop, and went inside. I noticed the pants they had available were indeed casual and priced right, so I stayed.
Within a few moments, a salesman came around and after discussing what I was seeking, he selected three pants in my size that might fit my need. I went into the dressing room, and he asked to see them on me when I was ready. When I opened the door, he began to smooth out any and then check to see if it was the right size by slipping his hand between the pants and my waist.
Now at that time, I had not contemplated exploring my bi-side, I was 100% straight. Yet, for unknown reasons, I let him continue this unorthodox means of checking the fit around my waist. He then stepped out and suggested I try the other pants. I wondered if I should leave the door open, but he closed it when I stepped in.
When I opened the door again, he proceeded to smooth out the pants over my “slightly excited cock” and run his hands lightly on my ass. I was strangely turned on, even though I had no desire for a bi experience. He slid his hand around my waist once more and said this was a better fit. I bought the pants and left, wondering what had just happened.
That night, I thought about Jeff, the salesman, and found myself aroused. I decided to go back to the store and see what would happen.
{All this was true, up to this point, however when I returned the next day, Jeff was not working. The rest of this story is fantasy. I often wonder what would have happened if Jeff was working in the store.}
I went back to the store, and Jeff was there. He recognized me and asked if anything was wrong. I mentioned that I loved his personal service and needed a shirt to match the pants I bought.
Jeff said, “I am alone in the store now and was about to close, but I have plenty of time for you.”
Jeff was in his late forties and in good shape, slightly taller with a short well-trimmed beard. He took a few steps back and looked me over, I could see he was taking the shirt selection seriously. He then proceeded to select three shirts from the wall racks.
I liked all three, Jeff knew his business handing them to me and led me to the dressing room. He told me to wait one moment and walked to the door. He flipped the sign to “closed” and locked the doors.
I knew right then I was in over my head, yet he did say he was closing for the night. I felt a stirring inside, a curiosity perhaps, I was getting hard.
When he returned, he guided me into the dressing room and, to my surprise, stepped in himself. He told me to relax and began to unbutton my shirt, slowly removing it altogether. The pants I bought the day before were getting very tight as my cock grew harder. This was a new feeling for me, getting a hardon for another guy, however, I did as he said, and was calm.
He then began to put the new shirt on me, but instead of buttoning it, he slipped his soft hands between the shirt and my chest and back.
I must have reacted, he looked at me and said, “I sense this is all new to you?”
I answered, nervously, “Yes, yet I feel oddly comfortable with you.”
He said, “Relax and leave it all to me.”
He began to kiss my chest, and my nipples, slowly up to my neck, and then my mouth. Softly at first, but then with some urgency. And I surprised myself by kissing him back, deeply. I had never kissed a man before, and it felt oddly nice.
His hands were softly caressing my body the whole time, and I felt the shirt fall off me. He took a moment to remove his shirt, and I stepped in and unbuttoned it and tried mirroring his moves, feeling his chest and back as we fell into another deep kiss. I slipped his shirt off and felt his skin against mine.
He asked me to lean against the wall and began kissing my chest and stomach and then over my new pants, all the way to my thighs. I felt shaky and knew why he had me lean on the wall; I sensed I wasn’t his first straight guy.
Meantime, my cock was yearning for him, and my pants were beyond tight. He told me to close my eyes and relax as he gently pulled the zipper down and unbuttoned my pants. He slid the pants down and began caressing my thighs, his touch was gentle and yet sent shivers throughout my body. He slid my underwear down, and my cock was raging hard.
He smiled and said, “I love the taste of a straight guy’s cock.”
He was incredible, softly stroking my cock and with the other hand fondling my balls. He took his time, moving along with my moans, which were loud. I was embarrassed, but he said it was a major turn-on and besides, no one could hear us anyway.
Then the moment came, he ran his tongue along my shaft, then slowly over my cockhead. I wanted to cum right then, and sensing that, he slowed his pace. He then slipped my cock in his warm wet mouth, slowly at first then faster and deeper. I was in agony and ecstasy at the same time, I wanted to come badly.
He knew how to suck a man’s cock, taking me deep, licking and tasting me as he got all seven inches in his mouth. I tried to hold on with each thrust. I instinctively grabbed his head, and he responded by sucking my cock even harder. I looked down and saw my shaft disappear into his lips and then reappear and disappear again.
My whole body stiffened as I felt my come beginning its journey up my shaft, exploding hard in Jeff’s waiting mouth. Before he swallowed my seed, he released my cock and looked up at me, my legs wobbly. He opened his mouth and I saw my creamy white come on his tongue, then he swallowed me and took my cock back in his mouth. That has never happened to me before, what an incredible experience.
I felt weak in the knees, and yet he continued to lick and suckle my cock. He said I tasted very good and that he wanted to keep me hard. He had other plans for my cock, and I was ready for more.
