When I was a youth, I had a casual job in a shoe shop during the summer holidays. We sold a lot of sports shoes to scantily dressed men. So I often had a raging hard-on too.
Guys came in wearing running shorts and body hugging t-shirts or snug-fitting cut-offs, cut above the knee or slashed almost to the balls. Worn and tattered and barely covering a well-rounded arse, showing off plenty of thick, tanned, muscular thigh. Or a well-proportioned basket barely held in place by the briefs underneath.
Some guys didn't wear any underwear and they were the ones who always got me the most excited. They'd be the guys who needed to reach up to get something off a high shelf, making their shorts ride up their arses and showing me and anyone else who was looking a tantalising glimpse of butt cheek.
Or they'd have to bend over to look at shoes and I'd watch as their cut-offs rode down lower and lower, exposing a sprinkling of hair starting at the small of the back before disappearing into the crack of their arses.
I once saw a hairy ball pop out of a guy's shorts when he was reaching for something. I wanted nothing more than to offer to slide it back into place for him.
Best of all was when a guy wanted a fitting. He'd sit on the bench, while I knelt in front of him, my eyes at the same level as his crotch and I'd measure his foot and find a suitably sized shoe for him. Plenty of men spread their legs wide and it was torture kneeling in front of him and trying not to look up between his legs.
Late one afternoon, I was thinking of closing early, when a hunky, young guy walked into the shop. He was tall and tanned, his dark skin shown off to perfection with his all-white t-shirt and running shorts.
He had a thick shock of sun-bleached blonde hair and deep blue eyes. One of those natural builds with just enough muscle to get the juices flowing but not too pumped up.
"May I help you?" I asked politely.
"Not right now," he said, "I'm just looking."
Me too, I thought but didn't say. "Ok, if you need help, just ask."
I moved away to give him space to browse without appearing to hover about him and began unpacking shoes onto one of the shelves. I made sure I could watch him in the mirrors that line the walls of the shop.
I stayed at the shelves far longer than I needed to but with the raging erection in my pants, I didn't really have a choice.
As I unpacked and stored shoes, I fantasised about him and this did nothing to soften my erection. I was in another world, when I heard him say: "Have you got any running shoes I can look at?"
"Right over here," I said. I stepped away from the shelves, hoping he hadn't noticed my aroused state. My nipples were hard too and plainly visible beneath the light fabric of my shirt. I directed him to sit on one of the benches.
Taking his measurements
"Have a seat," I told him. "I'll take your measurements."
He sat down and spread his legs. I knelt before him and took hold of his foot to measure it.
He wasn't watching me, so I looked up quickly between his legs and saw to my delight that one of his large, hairless balls had slipped out from his shorts and was hanging casually against his thigh.
I tore my eyes away from the delicious sight as he said "You've got a lot to choose from."
"Yes," I said, "what colour would you like? White?"
"I want to try the black ones," he said, looking at the racks of shoes laid out in front of us.
He casually dropped one hand between his thighs and scratched his crotch, within inches of his exposed testicle. His shorts rose a little higher and as I watched more of his genitals came into view.
"Size 11," I said. "I'll get you a pair."
I stood up and went to the back room wondering about foot size and cock size. They say a man with big feet is big all over. His balls looked like that might be true and I wondered if I'd get a chance to test the rest of the theory.
I tried to rearrange my erection in my pants so it was less noticeable before returning with his shoes.
I knelt down between his spread legs, placing the shoe box on the floor beside me, opened the box and withdrew a left shoe.
I carefully eased the shoe onto his foot, looking up briefly to see that now both his balls were hanging loose from his shorts. I gasped slightly.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"No," I said, "How does that feel?"
"Great," he said.
"Ok, I'll try the other one." I slipped the right shoe onto his foot and added: "Try walking around in them to make sure they're comfortable."
Without giving me time to move away, he stood up and gave me a view right up inside his shorts to his heavy balls and swaying cock. Then he moved away and began walking slowly up and down the carpet.
"They feel great," he said, sitting back again on the bench. "Though I think I'd prefer the white ones, after all."
I went to the store room to get the same shoes in white and when returned to kneel between his legs to continue the fitting, it was not only his balls that were hanging out of his shorts. The broad head of his beautifully uncut cock was showing almost an inch of swollen flesh from beneath the ragged edge of his shorts.
As he moved a little to get the shoe on, a bit more of the thickening tube inched its way out.
I wondered if he was aware of what was happening and what to do next. So I slipped the other shoe onto his foot and suggested he try them out with another walk.
He stood up and his cock disappeared up inside his shorts. He walked away from me, then turned and walked back towards me.
Now, his ever stiffening cock seemed to be working its way further out and by the time he sat down again, at least two inches of cock meat were hanging out of his tattered shorts.
My face was inches away from his knee and it was all I could do not to lean a bit further in and engulf his growing erection in my warm and willing mouth. But I still hesitated.
By now there was no way I could hide my own erection and he must have noticed, as he said "Enjoying the view?"
His voice was much lower, more serious than it had been before, with a husky edge to it. He spread his legs further apart and more of his large cock slid into view.
"Like what you see?" he said.
"Ahh, um," I mumbled, mesmerised by the flesh inching along his thigh.
He pulled the crotch of his shorts aside and completely exposed his cock and balls to my fascinated gaze.
It didn't take another invitation for me to lean forward slightly, my lips parted, ready to take his cock in my mouth and suck to my heart's content.
But he didn't let me at his cock so quickly.
First he smacked my cheeks and chin with his swollen cock, keeping it inches from my hungry mouth and leaving a trail of wet precum on my face.
As he did this, he nudged my swollen crotch with his foot, grinding against my hardness with the toe of his shoe.
"You've wanted my cock since I walked in the shop," he said. "I could see you watching me and wanting me."
"Yes, I have." I said.
As I said this, he whacked his cock across my face and pressed his foot harder between my legs. My mouth was watering for a taste of that glistening rod so near and yet so far. He grabbed the back of my head and rubbed the head of his cock against my lips.
"Please," I begged.
"Please what," he said, again smacking my lips with his cock and leaving a dribble of precum for me to taste.
"Tell me what you want," he said.
"Please let me suck your cock."
"I can't hear you," he said, teasing me some more, rubbing his shaft against my face. "Louder."
"I want to suck your cock." I said, almost shouting and not caring if anyone could hear me.
I must have given him the response he wanted because suddenly he grabbed the back of my head again, and holding tight to my hair, he slowly eased an inch into my waiting mouth.
All the way in
He paused and then pushed another inch into my eager mouth. I moaned with delight.
I sucked as hard as I could, using my lips to apply more pressure as he inched more of his cock in. When his cock head reached my throat, he paused again pulsing his cock, then began a slow in and out rhythm as he fucked my face.
"That's real good," he said. "Suck my cock."
I obeyed with enthusiasm, pressing my lips on his shaft each time it slid into my wet mouth until it hit the back of my throat. Then lashing his cock head with my tongue as he almost pulled out.
Poking my tongue beneath his foreskin to lap up as much of his juices as I could get before he plunged back down my throat again.
I reached down to undo my trousers and liberate my aching erection, stroking it in time with his thrusts. His grip on the back of my head was almost painful but I didn't care. His balls slapped against my chin.
I wanted them in my mouth too but there wasn't room: his cock filled my mouth.
"You want my load, don't you?" he said, as he pounded my face.
He suddenly pulled his dripping cock out of my mouth and waved it about within inches of my eyes. The thick head was dripping with precum and a strand ran from my lips to his engorged cock head.
Giving him a blow job
By now, his foreskin was pushed all the way back down his shaft, exposing a smooth, slick purple head.
"Yes," I said, panting, wanking my own cock faster. "Yes, I want all your cum. Give it to me."
He guided his cock back into my mouth, reaching behind my head once more and started pumping my face again.
His balls began to climb up higher and his thrusts became more intense as he plunged in and out of my mouth.
He began to groan and moan as he got closer to cumming. Then all of a sudden my mouth was filled with his spunk. A great shot that hit my tonsils, then another as he thrust his cock as far down my throat as it would go.
He was rocking on his toes now, holding onto my head for balance and shooting another wad into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could get of his creamy juice, stilling stroking my own cock as fast as I could.
As he finished squirting cum into my mouth, I blew a great squirt that hit the bench and dripped down to the floor. I kept sucking on his cock, trying to get even more cum from it until he pulled his cock out of my mouth and lay back on the bench.
I leant my head against his thighs and licked his balls and up along his shaft to the final drops of cum.
"Just what I needed," he said, pushing his tired cock back into his shorts. "I'll be on my way," he said, standing up.
"What about the shoes?" I asked.
"They're perfect," he said, handing me his credit card. "I'll wear them home."
"Thanks," I said. "It's been a pleasure serving you. Please cum again."
"You can count on that," he said, as he left the shop.
I didn't know when I arrived for a body play and slide session with you, that I was coming through the gates of heaven.
Tell me when you want to come for all day body play.