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Just to help while away the hours of self-isolation. I walked past a shop and stopped and looked at the mannequins in the window, and well….. I hope you enjoy.
“Um, excuse me…?” the man asked the sales assistant up the ladder
“Ah, yes Sir, can I help you?” the Sales Assistant replied without look down.
Um, yes I was wondering who dresses your mannequins?”
“Why? Is there a problem?”
“Um, well, no, I guess there’s not…”
“Then why did you ask?”
“Look, I was just wondering if the mannequins, um…”
“Yes, Sir,” the Sales Assistant asked none to enquiringly, and now not bothering to hide the boredom from showing in his voice.
“Um…well, I was just wondering if your mannequins were wearing underwear,” the Customer asked going a bright shade of red.
The Sales Assistant took that precise moment to look down at the Customer, and with a small smile playing around his lips, confirmed to the Customer that the mannequins were wearing underwear.
‘Um, isn’t that a bit superfluous?” the Customer asked, “I mean,” the Customer added quickly, “um, I didn’t think people put underwear under the outerwear of the mannequins.”
“No! They don’t,” replied the Sales Assistant, getting even testier.
“So, why do…” the Customer cut across the Sales Assistant.
But the Sales assistant continued with what he was going to say as if he didn’t hear the Customer interrupt him, “how did you know that the mannequin has underwear on in the first place?” the Sales Assistant asked.
‘Well,” the Customer replied somewhat sheepishly, “I could see the outline of the underwear under the outer clothes.”
“Precisely!” the Sales Assistant said, “that is exactly why I do it, mind you I cop a lot of flak for it from my workmates, so that you, the customer, can see just what someone else can see if they are walking behind you, checking you out.”
“Oh,” was all the Customer could think of to say, “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“No,” the Sales Assistant replied somewhat smugly, “neither do the other Sales Assistants.”
“Oh,”
“This way, when the Customer sees the mannequin, they can see what the outline of their underwear looks like under their clothes. The Customer can then decide if they want their underwear lines to show or not, and can buy their underwear, and their outerwear for that matter, with this in mind.”
“Oh, very thoughtful of you.”
“I know,” the Sales Assistant said smugly as he turned back to whatever he was doing.
“Um, I’m here to buy a new pair of pants…”
“For work or leisure, Sir?” the Sales Assistant asked sounding even more bored, even though the Customer didn’t think that could be even possible until now that is.
“Um, well, for work…”
“And if I might enquire as to the kind of work you do, Sir?”
“Um, well I am an accountant in one of the big accountancy firms here in the City.”
“I see, Sir, and, if I may be so bold, Sir, are you one of the Accountants in their own office, or one in the back office?”
“Um, well,” the Customer began as he rubbed the back of his neck, “um, well I work in the office with others, but it is on the third floor,” the Customer felt the need to add, weakly.
“Ahh, I see,” said the Sales Assistant, “and do you like working in the ‘office’, and by the ‘office’, Sir, I’m assuming it’s in the back office with all the other ‘run-of-the-mill’ accountants.”
“Um, well…”
“Come along, Sir, I’m here to help you, Sir, not to judge you for where you work.”
The Sales Assistant had climbed down the ladder he was on, and was now standing in front of the Customer. Who was surprised to realise that they were probably about the same age as the Sales Assistant looked to be in his very early 20’s as well. The Sales Assistant let go of the ladder and walked off, “This way, Sir,” he called over his shoulder. The Sales Assistant led the Customer into the changerooms, “right Sir,” the Sales Assistant said to the Customer as he entered the cubicle behind the Sales assistant. The Sales Assistant reached around the Customer and locked the door.
“Um,” the Customer began a bit worried, “is that completely necessary?”
‘Well, it is up to you, Sir, but I don’t think you want anyone walking in on us at the moment, now do you?”
“Um, well, I suppose not,” replied the Customer very nervously
“Very good, Sir, now,” the Sales Assistant began, “does Sir always wear Chinos to work?”
“Well yes,” the Customer replied a bit unsure of what the Sales Assistant was going to say next.
“I see,” was all the Sales Assistant said non-committally, “now Sir,” the Sales Assistant continued, as he steered the Customer in front of the mirror hanging on the back wall. Then reached behind himself and undid a latch on the mirror on the back of the door out of the cubicle. “Now,” the Sales Assistant began, as he began pulling at the back of the Customers pants to position the Customer correctly, “as you can see, you can see your back view reflected in the mirror your facing. Now, if Sir would care to stand to the side a bit, like so,” the Sales Assistant finished, and with his hands firmly holding onto the Customer around the waist, and manoeuvred the Customer to stand slightly to one side.
“Oh, yes, I can,” the Customer replied.
“Now, if you look here, Sir,” the Customer started as he ran his fingers over the outline of the jocks that the Customer was wearing. “Do you always wear the same kind of underwear, Sir?”
“Um, well, yes, I do why?” the Customer asked, trying to move forwards away from the Sales Assistants hands and fingers.
“Well, Sir if you want to get on and move up in the firm, then Sir this will never do…”
“It won’t?” the Customer asked, “I can’t go to work without underwear…”
“Oh, of course not, Sir, I’d never dream of suggesting that. No, I was nearly pointing out to Sir, that I could see, through your pants the outline of your jocks.”
“Oh,”
“Now, there’s nothing wrong with that, Sir, everyone does the same thing, so you fit in with the other ‘plebs’ in the office, if I may be so bold, Sir.”
“Um, well, yes, I guess.”
“What size are you, Sir,” the Sales Assistant asked as he threw his tape measure, deftly around the Customer’s middle and took a measurement. “Right, Sir, if you’d just wait here, please Sir,” the Sales Assistant said as he exited the cubicle, only to return a couple of minutes later with a big box folded under his arm, along with a lot of packages. “Now, Sir,” the Sales Assistant began as he unfolded the box back into the box and set it on its end, “now, Sir, if you would lean gently on the top of the box as if it was a countertop.” So, the Customer did as he was asked and bending slightly at his waist, he gingerly leant his elbows on the top of the box. “Very good, Sir. Now if you look at your reflection, what can you see?”
“Um,” the Customer started not too sure about how to respond, “I can see my butt sticking out,” the Customer offered lamely.
“Exactly, Sir, now if you look here and here,” the Sales Assistant continued, “and what can you see here and here,” the Sales Assistant continued as he ran a finger down both outlines of the legs of his jocks.
“Um,” the Customer began as he tried to surreptitiously move his arse away from the fingers of the Sales Assistant again, “I can see the outline of my jocks,” the Customer said somewhat perplexed.
“Exactly,” the Sales Assistant said, “now, Sir if you can take your pants off…”
“What?” exclaimed the Customer.
“Sir, I am a busy man. If I remember correctly, it was Sir who approached me, and not the other way around. Besides,” the Sales Assistant added, “you will be pleased to know Sir, you are not my type. At all. So, I don’t have time for you to be prissy now. Either you want my help, or you don’t?”
“Well,” the Customer began, “I do, I think, want your help, but…”
“Well then, come along,” the Sales Assistant said, clicking his fingers, “off with the pants, if you please, Sir.” And, somewhat reluctantly, the Customer removed his pants, “very good, Sir, now as you can see,” the Sales Assistant continued as he ran a finger down the seam at the leg of the Customer’s jocks. “The seams are very bulky…”
“But they all are,” the Customer broke in somewhat exasperated with the Sales Assistant.
“Well, that’s exactly right, Sir, now if the seams didn’t show through the seat of Sir’s pants, then Sir could very well move up the corporate ladder…”
“Now, hang on a minute, here, you might know about clothes and fashion,” the Customer broke in to say as he waved his hand airily in the air, “but none of this has anything to do with business.”
“Oh, doesn’t it, Sir,” the Sales Assistant replied, “if Sir would permit, I will show you exactly what I’m talking about. Now, please remove your jocks…”
“What!” the Customer exclaimed.
“Sir, has trusted me up to now, so why stop here?” The Sales Assistant gave the Customer a minute, and he slowly saw acceptance dawn over the Customers face, as the Customer hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jocks and pushed them to the floor. “Now, that wasn’t too hard, was it, Sir? Now, if Sir would put his pants back on,” which the Customer did so fast, it almost made the Sales Assistant laugh out loud. “Very good, now if Sir would direct his attention back to the mirror,” which the Customer did to his great relief. “Now, Sir, if you care to look at the back seam of your pants,” which the Customer did and could see the back seam of his pants disappearing into his arse crack. “If Sir doesn’t mind me saying, you are very well endowed,” and despite flaming red instantly, the Customer swelled his chest out with pride. “And if I can direct your attention, Sir, to the front of your pants,’ and when the Customer looked at the front of his pants in the mirror, he could clearly see the outline of his genitalia. “Now, if Sir was trying to pick up a potential mate, I am sure that Sir would have absolutely no trouble at all dressed like this. I’m sure the girls would fall over themselves to try and get a look insides Sir’s pants, as would some of the boys, if Sir doesn’t mind me saying.” Again, the Customer flamed red instantly.
“Now, if Sir would like to mime leaning on the counter. That’s right, Sir,” the Sales Assistant said as the Customer imitated leaning on a countertop over the top of the box. “Now, if Sir would care to look at his reflection of his arse in the mirror,” and the Customer obliged him, “now, Sir if you would care to bend one knee slightly, that’s the way, Sir,” the sales assistant complimented the Customer when he bent one knee, “now if Sir would care to look at his reflection.”
The Customer looked up at the mirror, and was surprised at just how open his arse looked, “now Sir, if you wanted to pick up another man, not that I’m offering,” the Sales Assistant hastened to add. “Although, if Sir doesn’t mind me saying so, he does have a very nice arse, with a bit of work it could be a great arse, but forgive me, Sir, I digress. Does Sir like the look, and would Sir be happy to know that that was how his genitalia and arse looks in his pants at work?”
“No, of course not,” the Customer was very quick to add.
“Good,” the Sales Assistant replied with some relief in his voice, “now if Sir would remove his pants again.” As the Customer had already stood in front of the Sales Assistant bottomless, so this time, he didn’t hesitate as long to drop his pants. “Very good, Sir, now if you would be so kind as to try this on for me,” the Sales Assistant said as he handed the Customer a pair of lacy underwear.
“Now, hang on, just a minute. I’m no poof,” the Customer began, somewhat indignantly.
“I never assumed,” the Sales Assistant replied, “I’m just making suggestions for you, Sir, at your request, if I remember correctly. And besides these are not ladies, but men’s underwear.”
“Really,” the Customer asked incredulously as he took the offered underwear from the Sales Assistant.
“Yes,” replied the Sales Assistant, “now if Sir, would be so kind,”
“Oh, um, sure,” the Customer replied as he pulled on the lacy underwear, and when the Customer had arranged himself appropriately, the Sales Assistant asked him how they felt. “Wow,” the Customer exclaimed, “they feel great. I’d have never thought,”
“No,” the Sales Assistant interrupted the Customer, “most men don’t. Now if Sir would be so kind as to put his pants back on.”
The Customer obliged and pulled his pants back on, “now if Sir would care to look at his reflection,” which the Customer did, and was surprised to see that he couldn’t see any seams showing through the material of his pants, from his underwear. Shocked, the Customer quickly changed his view and looked at the front of his pants, and while he could see his rather full crotch, he couldn’t see the outline of his cock and balls so clearly now.
“That’s amazing,” the Customer began.
“Quite right, Sir,” the Sales Assistant responded, “the lace underwear that Sir, is now wearing doesn’t have the bulk at the leg seams; consequently, the material sits flatter against the skin and is barely noticeable through Sir’s pants. Can Sir, see, if I may bring your attention back to the back seam of Sir’s pants,” and the Customer changed his focus once again, “now if Sir would care to bend one knee,” which the Customer did, “and has Sir noticed any difference?”
“That’s amazing,” the Customer replied, “not only can’t I see any sign that I am wearing any underwear, but my arse doesn’t appear to be gaping open either, as a come on to all and sundry.”
“Exactly, and that’s the way it should be,” the Sales Assistant replied, “it gives Sir, an air of mystery, if I may be so bold as to say…” as he waved his hand airily in the air.
“Oh, you may be so bold as to say anything you’d like,” the Customer broke in to say as he admired his refection both front and back, “but couldn’t I achieve the same look with boxers?” the Customer asked.
“Well, Sir, it just so happens that I bought a couple of pairs with me. If Sir would care to try them on?”
“Yes, I’d like to, I think,” the Customer said as he undid and removed his pants and the lace underpants. The Sales Assistant handed the Customer a pair of boxers, and the Customer put them on and put his pants back on. The Customer did up his pants and then mimed leaning on the counter, and bent one knee forwards. The Customer looked at his reflection, both the front and the rear-view, and had to admit that he could see seam lines from the boxers. “Um, but what about the seamless boxers,” the Customer asked.
“Naturally, I have thought of everything Sir and bought a pair with me,” the Sales Assistant said the Customer as he handed over the other pair of boxers. “Besides, I am nothing if I’m not thorough!”
The Customer thanked the Sales Assistant as he undid and dropped his pants and removed both his pants and boxers. The Customer then put on the seamless boxers and put on and pulled up his pants. Again, the Customer mimed leaning on a countertop and bent one knee forwards, and it was true that the Customer couldn’t see a seam at the bottom of the legs of the boxers. However, he could see and impression of something around his leg, the Customer, wondered if it was only because he was so aware lines and stuff under his pants that he only imagined the indentation there. But the Sales Assistant confirmed the presence of the indentation.
So, in the end, the Customer had to agree with the Sales Assistant, that the best underwear for the Customer to wear was, in fact, the lacy underwear. The Customer was secretly glad because he quite liked the feel of the lace against his genitals, so he told the Sales Assistant that he would indeed buy a few pairs of lace underwear.
“Congratulations, Sir, but if I may be so bold, once again,”
“Certainly, please do” the Customer replied.
“But I can’t help but notice that your arse is a little bit flabby, if I may, Sir,” the Sales Assistant asked as he indicated towards the Customers’ arse.
“Um, certainly,” the Customer replied somewhat cautiously.
The Sales Assistant stepped forwards and touching the Customers’ rather impressive bubble butt; the Sales Assistant explained to the Customer that his arse is a bit on the flabby side. “Now, don’t get me wrong, Sir, but there is only so much any underwear can do for the wearer,”
“Oh,” was all the Customer could think to say.
“Yes, Sir, I think if you did some sort of exercise. In a gym, maybe with an Instructor or a Personal Trainer, I think they could help to lift and firm your very ‘full’ arse and give it a more well-rounded shape. In fact, while we are talking about improvements, Sir, could make, I’m sure the girls, or guys, depending on which way you bat, Sir, like the little roll of fat you have around the mid-section. But, with the right sort of exercise, Sir, you could firm that all up, and let’s face it, Sir, in this ‘dog eat dog’ world we live in, every little bit helps.”
“Hm, I think I know what you mean,” the Customer replied.
“Will that be all, Sir?”
“Um, yes, I think you’ve helped me out enough for today.”
The Sales Assistant left the cubicle and got an array of men’s lacy underwear for the Customer, and met the Customer at the counter and rang up the sale. “Um, thanks for your help today.”
“No problem, Sir.”
SIX MONTHS LATER
“Um, excuse me,” the Customer called up the ladder.
The Sales Assistant looked down at the Customer, “Can I help you, Sir.”
“Um, I was wondering if you could help me with something, please?”
“Very well, Sir,” the Sales Assistant said as he climbed down the ladder, “what can I help you with, Sir?” The Sales Assistant asked when his feet were on the ground.
“Come with me, please,” the Customer asked as he led the Sales Assistant back to the changerooms, and entered the cubicle they were in all those months ago. When the Sales Assistant entered the cubicle, the Customer locked the door. “Now, I don’t expect you to remember me,” the Customer began, “but it was in this very cubicle that you changed my life around completely.”
“Did I, Sir,” the Sales Assistant asked a little bored as he did have work to do, as well as being a little bit warry of what the man, he was now locked in a cubicle with wanted.
“I don’t expect you to remember,” the Customer ploughed on, “but you introduced me to lace men’s underwear,” the Customer began explaining as he undid his pants. “Although I was very sceptical, you explained to me that just changing my underwear could change my job prospects.” The Customer finished as he dropped his pants to the floor and stepping out of them, displayed his lace underwear for the Sales Assistant to see. “I’m an accountant in a big accountancy firm here in the City, and I came in here about six months ago to buy some clothes. I asked you why your mannequins were wearing underwear, and this was the result,” the Customer said as he lifted his shirt to display his lace underwear better. “You told me that if I changed my underwear, I may do better at work, and be able to move up the ladder, so to speak, and I did buy the underwear, and I have moved up the ladder.”
“I took your advice and went to the gym, come and have a feel,” the Customer said as he turned around and displayed his arse for the Sales Assistant to have a feel, which the Sales Assistant did.
“Hmm,” the Sales Assistant said, as he felt the Customers very firm, large, bubble butt, “I do seem to remember you now, Sir. I take it you went to the gym, Sir?”
“Did I ever,” the Customer enthused, “and it helped change my whole life completely. That plus the fact that I did some extra courses. My bosses noticed the fact that I did the extra training off my own bat. They had always seen me around the building, but after I change my underwear apparently, I was getting noticed a lot more, and noticed by the right people. Then when I started at the gym, a lot of people were admiring my new look.” The Customer said as he turned back around to face the Sales Assistant still holding up his shirt. “But, that’s not all…”
“It’s not, Sir?”
“No,” replied the Customer, “after I had signed up at the gym and had seen a Personal Trainer and got my training regime, everything was going swimmingly, when one day I went straight from work. I had forgotten that I was wearing my lace underwear…”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Sir…”
“Oh, don’t be. True, when I dropped my pants, and the other guys in the changeroom noticed that not only did I have on lace underwear, but it was bright pink…”
“Oh, dear, Sir, I am truly sorry. I never meant…”
“Oh, but you haven’t heard the best bit yet. Yes, I was extremely embarrassed when I realised. Especially when I heard the comments from the other guys, but do you know what?”
“No, Sir, I don’t. I’m on tenterhooks just waiting, Sir, to hear what happened next.”
“Well, I looked down at my bright pink lace underwear, feeling very embarrassed indeed. When I suddenly thought, I love my lace underwear. I love the feeling of my junk being cradled by it. I loved the comments I had been receiving off people, who obviously hadn’t seen me in my underwear, but they all comment on how good I looked. So, I thought, ‘fuck it’, and finished getting changed and walked out into the gym.
Well, after that day, I never bothered to change my underwear before going to the gym and went wearing my lacey underwear every day I went to the gym. Until one day, as I was getting changed, I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around, getting my retort ready for whatever the guy was going to say, but then came the most significant change in my life, not that I knew it then. But standing behind me was the biggest man I have ever seen in my life. He was taller than me, he was way heavier than me, without an ounce of fat on his body, I might add. The man obviously does a lot of weight training. Taking a steady breath, I asked him if I could help him with anything, and you won’t believe it,” the Customer said.
“Oh, do tell, Sir, I can’t stand the suspense,” replied the Sales Assistant with his hands clutched together at the bottom of his throat.
“Well, he told me that he had noticed me almost from the very first day I started at the gym, but he said, the day I dropped my pants and had on the pair of bright pink lace underwear, he said that his heart almost stopped. He was apprehensive about what the other men in the changeroom were going to say, but he said when I didn’t make any comment back, and just continued to get changed and go out into the gym. Well, he thought I was one ballsy guy…”
“Well, I’m glad it all worked out for you, Sir.”
“Oh, but it doesn’t end there,”
“No, Sir, it doesn’t?”
“No, not only did he tell me how ballsy he thought I was, but while we were talking, he accidentally dropped one hand until it was resting on the curve of my arse…”
“Oh, no, Sir,” the Sales Assistant said with a big intake of air, “what happened then?”
“Well, he asked me if I was seeing anyone, and I did explain that I did have a partner, but I also told him that she didn’t like the fact that, not only had I changed my underwear, and was going to the gym, but that I was changing my job and moving up the corporate ladder…”
“Oh, so you’re straight, Sir?”
“Well, I’d always thought so,” the Customer replied, “and when the man, who still had his hand on the curve of my arse, heard this, he told me he was very sorry and squeezing my arse, in a way I’ve never had my arse squeezed before. I thanked him for his concern, rather shyly, and still with his hand resting on the curve of my arse, so that now one of his fingers was just pushing into my arse crack a little bit. He asked me if I would like to go for a drink or something to eat after we had both finished in the gym. And, well, I felt kind of flattered to be asked, especially to be asked in such a forward way.
Anyway, we went and had drinks and something to eat after our individual gym sessions, and got to talking. It was quite late when I eventually arrived home, to find my partner packing her stuff and stating that we were over, and in a flurry of boxes, bags, and suitcases, she left. Which I must say I wasn’t too disappointed about, although I was at the time, don’t get me wrong, I did love her, or so I thought, at the time. I kept running into this man at the gym, he was there just before I arrived, or he arrived very soon after. So, we talked about our days; he’d taken to resting his hand on my arse, with the finger just putting a bit more pressure on my arse crack. That up till he’d began to do it, I would have thought it to be very inappropriate, but as it didn’t seem to go anywhere, I kind of thought it was ok. Then after he’d squeezed my arse, he’d go off and do his workout, and I go and do mine, and we just seemed to end up back in the change room about the same time. So, we’d go out and eat somewhere afterwards, I told him about what had happened to my ex-partner, and I must say he was very sympathetic.
We swapped numbers and offered me the chance to call anytime I wanted to if I just wanted to ‘chat’ about anything. Which I thought was very sweet of him, and I told him so as I gave him my number in exchange. So, we started to go out, I wouldn’t say we were dating per se, but we’d met up after the gym obviously, but then he invited me out another couple of times a week. He drove me home a couple of times, and one night I invited him in for a nightcap, just as a thank you for all of his care and support. And you won’t believe it, but we started talking about you…”
“Me, Sir,” the Sales Assistant squawked.
“Oh, not in a bad way,” the Customer laughed disarmingly.
“I explained how it was all because of you that I changed my underwear from the plain old jocks I was wearing to the lace underwear I’m wearing now. How you said I was a little bit ‘flabby’ and that I should do something about that, and because you were right about the underwear, I decided to take your advice and get a bit fitter. Then how my ex-partner didn’t like the changes that I was making, getting to be more successful in my job, and how she left me because of that. But most important of all it was how I met my new partner Umberto.
What I didn’t know was that I was gay. I had been out celebrating with Umberto, one night, a little bit later than usual, I must confess. So, I asked Umberto if he wanted to stay the night, I have a spare room that I don’t use too much, and Umberto agreed, so he slept over that night. In the morning, to be honest, I’d forgotten that he was there, and since my ex-partner had left, I’d taken to sleeping naked, not that I’m an exhibitionist or anything. Although after the first day you and I spent in this cubicle, I probably should have rethought that notion. But anyway, I digress. I got up, and the morning and, as I said, I’d forgotten that Umberto was there. I’d made my usual cup of morning coffee, and I know I shouldn’t have been drinking it, but some habits are too hard to break. Anyways, I was walking out of the kitchen intending to sit at the dining room table in the sunlight, when I walked into Umberto coming into the kitchen to get himself something for breakfast.
Well, as you could imagine, I was very embarrassed and went to try and cover myself up, which is a bit difficult when your flustered and only have one hand free. It was only then that I realised that Umberto was completely naked himself, and my god, what a beautiful figure of a man he is. It’s funny, but while I’m at the gym I’ve walked around the changeroom, well almost completely naked as do most of the other patrons, so I had seen Umberto naked before. It was just a bit of a shock to see him completely naked in my unit.
But Umberto had no problem with it at all, and he stepped in closer and grabbed my cock and gave it a bit of a squeeze as he kissed me on the cheek, and asked if there was any more coffee. In a bit of a daze, I told him there was and to help himself to anything else he fancied, but it seemed as though he already had,” the Customer said with a coy smile. “It seemed as though he might have fancied me. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve got a lot of gay friends, and I’ve spent a lot of time with them and their various partners over the years, I’ve just never thought of myself that way. So, in somewhat of a daze, I went and sat at the dining room table and stared out the window, and seemingly forgot all about my cup of coffee. Because when Umberto had made himself a cup, he came and joined me at the dining room table, and began talking about the great night he’d had, and how he had to be getting off to work soon, and thanking me for my hospitality. While I just sat there and just stared at him. I must have told him where the towels and things were as he had a shower and got himself dress, commenting on how he was going into work wearing the same clothes as the day before. He laughed it off, saying that it would give the office gossips something to talk about. I stood up to say goodbye and thanked him for the great evening and all that, and he said it wasn’t a problem. Umberto told me that he’d enjoyed himself too, and with that, he pulled me into a bear hug as he kissed me on the cheek. While he held me in the bearhug, his fingers found my arse crack somehow and disappeared up into it for a very short visit, and then Umberto left, closing the front door behind himself. While I went back and sat at the dining room table and my cold coffee, but all I could feel, or think about were his fingers kind of exploring my arse crack.
I shook myself off somehow and got myself ready for work, but while I had a shower, I could feel his fingers exploring, well not exploring, exactly, they were just kind of visiting my arse crack. I didn’t really want to wash my arse crack because I didn’t want to wash the feeling of his fingers away. But, when I got out of the shower and dried myself, I was relieved to discover I could still feel the impression of his fingers in my arse crack. Now, I don’t mind telling you, and I do hope you don’t mind me telling you,’ the Customer asked the Sales Assistant, who shook his head in the negative as he was totally sucked into the story as it was unfolding by now.
“But, as I was drying myself, I discovered I had an erection, and it could have been from watching Umberto walking around my unit as naked, as was I. But I really think it was because I could still feel the impression of Umberto’s fingers in my arse crack, and there was nothing for it, but I had to masturbate there and then. Anyway, when I’d finished, I got myself dressed and off to work, but it seemed every time I changed my position on the seat of the bus, the train, or even on my chair at work, or I stood up or sat down. I thought I could still feel the impression of Umberto’s fingers in my arse crack, and it didn’t make me feel dirty of anything, in fact, it was the opposite, it made me feel wanted. I mean really wanted, here was this man, which was kind of a problem for me, who wanted me, just enough to make me feel special and wanted.
We met up again, Umberto and I, after work at the gym, and he did the usual thing of coming over to say hello and resting his hand on my arse, with his finger applying a bit more pressure on my arse crack. I don’t know what came over me because I kind of wanted to rise up that little bit higher, and maybe kiss him, but I wasn’t sure why, and Umberto left, and I felt a bit let down. So, I called out to him, over the change room to see if he wanted to go for a drink afterwards, and Umberto said he’d love to, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him throughout my workout session. From his finger pressing against my arse crack to seeing him naked at my place that morning, to still being able to feel the impression he left of his fingers in my arse crack.
Anyway, after we’d both finished our workout sessions and showered and got dressed, we went to this little bistro we both liked, and I asked for a quiet booth. After we’d ordered, I told Umberto that I was very flattered with the attention he had shown me, and that was the honest truth because I was. I went on to explain that I really did like him, but I had to be honest and tell him that I wasn’t sure just how much I liked him. I told Umberto about how he’d kept laying a finger along my arse crack at the gym, in the changeroom, and I told him how I wasn’t sure if that was deliberate or not. To how I can still feel the impression of his fingers in my arse crack from this morning. I hastened to add that I wasn’t repulsed by the attention, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know if it was deliberate or not. But I went on to tell Umberto just how it made me feel special at the moment and how much I needed that right now, particularly after my ex had just dumped me. And I thanked him for making me feel that way, just when I needed it most.
Umberto was excellent he let me talk it all out, and get it all off my chest, and didn’t interrupt me at all. Umberto just kept nodding and aha-ing from time to time, then when I had talked myself out, and he checked that I was ok, then he started to talk. Umberto told me how when he’d seen me when I’d first arrived at the gym, and Umberto was very honest, and he said to me that I wasn’t his type at all. But when he saw me in my bright pink lace underwear that time, Umberto wondered if he’d got me all wrong, and how he came over to talk to me, partly to show some solidarity. And offer some kind of back up if he felt I needed it. What with what everyone in the changeroom was saying to me, and about me, and partly it was to find out which ‘team’ I batted for. So, he’d deliberately touched my arse on that first encounter and ensured that at least one finger ran along my arse crack. Then when I didn’t step away from his touch, he wondered, but when I told him about my ex and how she was treating me when I had started to change and improve my image, thanks to you,” the Sales Assistant blushed. “he wondered if in fact I was gay and just didn’t know, or at worst bi-sexual, and just didn’t know it. So, he started making a note of when I turned up at the gym, the days and the times, and then he made sure he was either there just before I was supposed to arrive, or just after. Umberto stated that he made it a point to always come over to say hello, and made sure that he always touched my arse in the same way. Then when I started to invite him out for drinks, and then a meal afterwards, he thought he was right.
Then we spoke about that morning, and how Umberto was very surprised to see me walking around the unit naked, he’d actually had his underwear on when he first got up and had just cracked his door open when I’d walked past. Seeing me naked, he thought he’d test the waters and changed his mind. So, he closed his door very quietly and stripped off his underwear and acted very surprised to see me walking around naked, and Umberto told me that he just could not resist shoving his fingers in my arse crack, and went to apologise for it. But I told him not too as I think I was a bit flattered that he wanted to show me that much attention.
Umberto invited me to spend the night at his place, only if I wanted to, of course, and I said that I thought I kind of might like to do that. So, Umberto drove me to my unit so that I could get a change of clothes for work the following day, as he explained that he didn’t want me to have to explain to my co-workers why I was turning up to work in the same clothes as the day before. I told him that it was so sweet. But, as I had been discovering, and was continuing to learn this was just him. It wasn’t just an act to try to get in my pants. So, we went to my place to pick up a change of clothes, and then Umberto drove me to his place. Umberto gave me the grand tour, and then he poured me a drink, and we sat at opposite ends of the lounge and just chatted. Umberto said that he didn’t want to force me into anything I didn’t want to do and that we could go as slow as I liked.
Screwing up my courage, I moved closer to him on the lounge until I was laying back on him, of course, I’d asked Umberto if that was an Ok thing to do as my Ex hated doing anything like that. But Umberto said that it was ok, and I relaxed into him, I didn’t stop him when he reached down and undid my pants and worked his hand into them, and then around to the back, so I was effectively sitting on his hand. Umberto, naturally then worked his fingers into my arse crack, so he was then effectively cradling one of my arse cheeks, and while I thought it was going to be weird, it wasn’t really. I found it kind of sweet, really. So that was how we sat on the lounge that first night. I didn’t feel up to sharing his bed that night, not even to cuddle, and Umberto said that he didn’t mind at all.
It took me two weeks of sleeping over at his place, and he at mine, to build up enough courage to share Umberto’s bed, and we cuddled all night, and when I woke in the morning, it was to the feel of what I could only assume was his cock pushing at the entrance to my arse crack. It was only because I could feel Umberto’s even breathing on the back of my neck, that I grew a little bolder and pushed back, gently, on the head of his cock. Until I could feel it separating my arse cheeks, and I must confess that I lifted one of my arse cheeks to enable his cock’s head entrance, and I kept pushing back until I could feel it pushing at my arsehole, and I left it there. While I tried to decide if this is what I really wanted, but then I didn’t try to remove his cock from between my arse cheeks, so I guess that answered all on its own. Then when Umberto woke up, he was shocked and started to apologised when he realised just where his cock had ended up. I told him to shush as I pushed back against his cock some more, while I explained to Umberto just how it was that his cock had ended up there. I felt Umberto roll away from me, all the while, he tried very hard not to dislodge his cock from between my arse cheeks, as he reached behind him for something on his nightstand. Then when he turned back, he lifted my arse cheek and slid his finger in and found my arsehole. Then while he kissed the back of my neck, I felt his finger begin to probe my arsehole.
Oh, I’m sorry, I hadn’t intended to go into any intimate details,” I said to the Sales Assistant, still with my pants around my ankles I might add, as I began to blush. But the Sales Assistant said he didn’t mind and asked me if I’d tell him what happened next, and because I have no friends I could talk to about this stuff, I continued.
“Don’t worry,” he replied, “I’m just so happy for you. So, tell me what happened then? Only if you want to, of course.”
“Of course, I do,” I said, “so then as I said his finger was probing my arsehole, and I was amazed because it didn’t hurt or anything, and I would have thought to have something shoved up there would have hurt like hell. So, with his finger still up my arsehole, I wanted to roll over so I could look at him, so I gently began to roll over, and Umberto must have realised what it was I was trying to do. So, with a little bed callisthenics, we managed it, and I managed to keep his finger buried deep in my arse. Anyway, when I was flat on my back, Umberto leaned across me and kissed me full on the lips, and when I parted my lips a little bit, Umberto pushed his tongue gently into my mouth. While we were kissing, I didn’t realise it, but Umberto must have removed his finger, and I felt him manoeuvring me a bit more. I ended up with my legs spread out a bit, and once again, I could feel what I was sure was the head of Umberto’s cock pushing at my arsehole. While we were still lip-locked, I felt Umberto push his cock into my arsehole, now that hurt, and I did a quick intake of air as I gasped. Umberto just left his cock there just like that until I did something that Umberto took as me being Ok because I felt his cock continue to snake up inside my arse. Until I felt what I now know are his balls slap against my arse, and then he fucked me, and that wasn’t the only time he fucked me that morning. I almost ended up late for work, but all day all I could feel was his cock sliding in and out of my arse, and it was great.
We met up at the gym again that night, and he came up and laid his hand on my arse with one of his fingers applying a bit more pressure to my arse crack, and when he asked me how I was. I didn’t care that we were in the changeroom, nor did I care that there were more than a few guys getting changed, I just spun around on the spot and kissed Umberto, sucking his tongue as deep into my mouth as I could.
We moved in together six weeks after that. It didn’t even faze me when Umberto told me he was into leather, bondage and all of that, not that I’ve let him tie me up or anything, well, not yet anyway,” the Customer said with a coy smile on his face. “But I do have a tattoo,” the Customer said as he pulled down the back of his lace underwear to show the Sales Assistant his new tattoo. “Umberto wanted to have something that said I was his and his alone, and it made me feel really special, which is why I agreed to it the moment he suggested it. But I’ve got to tell you that it did hurt like hell, but still, I’m glad I have it now, now the world knows I belong to Umberto. The other things Umberto wanted I wasn’t too sure about, but eventually I gave in. In fact, I wanted to surprise Umberto, so even though I told him I wasn’t sure, I went out on my own and got it done,” and as he said that the Customer fished his cock out of his lace underwear and showed his Prince Albert piercing to the Sales Assistant. “It’s not as big as Umberto wanted, but I wanted people to know who the ‘boss’ is in our relationship, and I thought that to have a smaller ring in my cock that Umberto’s then it’d show that really well.”
The Customer lifted his cock and balls up out of the way and showed the Sales Assistant his Frenum piercing as well, and the Sales Assistant whistled appreciatively.
“Oh, dear,” the Customer said as he started to turn a bright shade of red, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to flash my cock at you like that I’m so sorry.”
The Sales Assistant assured the Customer that it wasn’t a problem, he was just really happy for his Customer and was grateful for the part he got to play, even if it was just a minor part.
“Oh, no,” the Customer assured the Sales Assistant and went on to explain how he explains to all of his new friends the part the Sales Assistant played in getting Umberto and the Customer together. The Customer also explained to the Sales Assistant that the owner was in the change rooms on the day the Customer flashed his pink lace underpants, and unbeknownst to anyone he was looking for a new accountancy firm to handle his accounts. The Owner knew that the Customer was an accountant and where he worked and wanted someone as ‘ballsy’ as the Customer to handle all of his accounts. Well, that’s what he said to the management at the Customer’s accountancy firm, when he went to employ their services. The Owner said that if they wanted to manage his accounts, then they had to put the Customer in charge.
So, the Customer told the Sales Assistant that he was instrumental in changing his whole life, not just what underwear he wore, which brought the Customer to the reason for coming into the shop today. The Customer explained to the Sales Assistant that he and Umberto were having a Commitment Ceremony, and the Customer wanted to know if the Sales Assistant wanted to come. Naturally, the Sales Assistant said yes, he’d be honoured, so the Customer gave the Sales Assistant his invite. The Customer rearranged himself in his lace underwear, and pulling his pants up, left the Sales Assistant standing in the change cubicle and went back to work.
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