Closing Up Shop on Slowest Tuesday Yet

I was just closing up the shop for the night. It had been the slowest Tuesday on record. In fact I had not had a single customer all day, it was raining hard and was already dark. I was just turning the sign and dropping the latch when a guy rushes up out of the gloom and tries the handle. I was just about to point at the "CLOSED" sign when I thought what the hell; this is the most excitement I've had all day. Even if it was a hold up, what did I have to lose, the cash resister was empty.

I let him in explaining that I was just closing but would be glad to serve him. With great forethought I locked the door behind him. Now in the full light of the shop I could see the guy was in his early thirties. Six foot tall, attractive in a rugged sort of way, he was naturally tanned probably as result of Italian or Greek grandparents. His suit was quality (my professional eye immediately knew the designers name on the label), but slightly creased, from a day's work perhaps.

I asked what he was looking for and he told me that he wanted a pair of jeans but he wanted them to fit real close. As he said this, his hand moved to caress his thigh and round to his arse cheek. This simple gesture was performed with exaggerated sensuality that I chose to ignore. I assured him that we had all the major brands in stock and if he would like to go to the fitting room at the back of the store I would bring him a selection to try on. As we also supply made to measure suits we have a larger than normal fitting room to enable me to make adjustments to garments when a customer tries them on.

I had sized up this guy as soon as he entered the shop and selected a few pairs of jeans I thought would fit. As I opened the door to the fitting room I was immediately struck by the smell. Not sour or strong but definitely masculine. I should not have been surprised, the guy had been at work all day, who wouldn't be a little sweaty, but maybe there was something more, but I couldn't quite place it.

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Then I was genuinely surprised. My customer had already stripped down to a T-shirt and boxer shorts; his suit was neatly folded on the chair provided, the shirt and tie over the back. I could now see that there was a slight, damp stain under each arm of the thin white cotton T-shirt. The manly smell increased as I got close. I began to breathe deeper and felt a slight stirring as my cock began to lengthen. I quickly turned to the job in hand and passed him the first pair to try on. I made no effort to leave and the guy gave no indication that he wanted me to go. Looking at his exposed arms and legs I could tell he was a bit of a bear and I was finding it difficult to keep my brain on jeans and not on what goes in them. He pulled them on, easing each hirsute leg into position but he was having some difficulty tucking and arranging the loose material of his boxers into the tight fitting garment.

'If you really want a perfect fit you need to lose the underwear sir.' (Was that really my voice, did I say that out loud?)

Without hesitation he agreed and after removing the jeans off came the boxers. I couldn't look, I didn't trust myself. Half-turning away from him I took the boxers from him to place them on the chair. Although I was looking away, the many mirrors placed around the room reflected his near naked image, I could not avoid seeing him.

Unable to resist, I passed the warm cotton boxers close to my face and breathed in deeply. Sweat, yes. Piss, slightly, and oh, now I was certain. I had no doubt that I had sniffed the rich aromatic aroma of uncut cock. As I lay them on top of his other clothes the crutch bulged as if his organ were still being caressed by the thin material. Concentrating on getting into the jeans, he had not noticed my snort of aromatherapy.

I turned to face him not caring if he saw my now fully erect dick tenting my trousers. I was intoxicated by that heavenly aroma and it had made me bold. The sight that greeted my eyes almost made me cum. He had pulled the jeans up as far as they would go but I had misjudged the size and they were too small. His cock and balls were framed by the jeans that were impossible to fasten. His penis was not long but thick as a beer can. His bulbous glans were covered by an almost transparent foreskin, my mouth watered. The support of the heavy weight denim cloth lifted his semi erect member, presenting it for my inspection.

'Can you help me with this?' I could hardly believe my ears but it was his voice and I could tell exactly what kind of help he wanted.

I fell to my knees before him, my hand reached out to grasp the thick shaft and he began to rise to full throbbing hardness. His foreskin retracted and his helmet rose to meet my face. Right under my nose was a magnificent tool, crowned with a deep purple glans, moist and sticky. My head was spinning; the aroma was overpowering and irresistible. Taking a deep breath in through my nose I sighed with pleasure. Unable to resist a moment longer I touched the tip of his cock with my tongue. My mouth was filled with the rich savory flavor of a real man. I was in heaven, my own cock, trapped in my tight underwear, throbbed and throbbed once more. Then I was cumming, spurt after spurt of hot jizz soaking into my briefs. I stopped sucking a moment to enjoy my climax, then went for the prize.

I jerked the guy with my hand a few times watching the skin slid forward to cover his helmet then back again snapping in tightly behind the prominent rim of his glans. I moved forward and took the whole of his cock head into my mouth. An overload of pheromone flavor filled my mouth and spurred me on. Using my tongue I searched out every last morsel in the folds of foreskin and the rich treasure store behind the rim of his glans. He was groaning and thrusting into my mouth, the last of the ambrosia gone, the flavor was renewed by a release of pre-cum. His cock was too thick to fit down my throat so the first jet of sperm flooded my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could but he kept pumping it out and cum dripped out of my mouth and down my chin. I kept sucking until he could stand it no longer, pulling his softening organ from my mouth; he moved to the chair. But he did not sit.

To my surprise the stud bear bent forward onto the chair and assumed the position. Legs apart, arse cheeks spread. What man could refuse such an offer? I was naked in a second and my cock was so hard it hurt. My earlier climax had left me sticky and wet, now I was glad of the lube. I moved close to the waiting hole, close enough to feel his body heat and smell the delectable smell of a man on heat. Holding my shaft at the base I used my organ like a paintbrush, applying my cum to his pucker. At each pass I pressed a little harder, growing impatient, he pressed back and impaled himself on my cock. The hot tightness sucked me in and it was the best feeling ever.

'Fuck me, NOW' was all he said and all I needed to hear.

I thrust deep and hard into him and held there for a few seconds savoring the feelings of his anal sheath gripping me. Then I slowly withdrew, I sensed the engorged head of my cock rasp past his prostate and he quivered at the thrill. Once I had found it I was not about to leave it alone. With my full force I pushed back in punching his pleasure button. Again and again I stroked in and out bring us both closer to orgasm.

I was now out of control; short, rapid movements had replaced my measured full length thrusts. My battered balls were pulled up into firing position and my body tensed as I felt the onset of my climax. Sunk deep into him I started to pump shot after shot of my boiling cum into him. He grunted and I felt his ring tighten around the base of my throbbing cock. He too was cumming. Each time he released a jet of jizz his tight arse milked more juice from my rigid penis deep inside him. My knees were weak but he was strong and supported me.

As our ecstasy diminished I kissed his back and neck as he writhed in pleasure beneath me. I wanted the bliss never to end but everybody wakes from even the sweetest dream. As my knob softened it slipped from the pleasure zone and we separated.

After a few minutes for us both to recover he started to dress in his suit but I stopped him. I was pleased to give him a pair of jeans (slightly larger in the basket) on the condition that I kept his boxer shorts.

Although the precious aroma has all but gone they remain a treasured trophy of an unforgettable feast.

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