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Date: Tue, 6 May 2014 04:20:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: derek james <derekjames57@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Adventures of Rex II: Rex Plays Father of the Bride (Part Two) for bisexual/encounters

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Introduction: The following series of Rex adventures take place starting in
early 2006 a few months after his exciting and very affirming work with his
older female mentor, Lorna. Lorna's Journals chronicle Rex's rapid sexual
growth and exploration as a very open and highly bisexual handsome mature
professional male in his mid-40's...a late bloomer with passionate drive to
catch up on all he has missed out on in the sex department. Rex was a
career minded man far too long and Lorna was there as he broke free and
began to bloom sexually. Her writings are a precursor to these and should
be digested fully first. These tales predate all the most recent adventures
with nephew Collin and the bewitchingly dangerous MILF... Ms. Madame
Hilda!!



***A Special Note: The following adventure stars Naddy aka Nadine who
inspired it and wrote the bare bones framework for me to develop into a
full "Rex" adventure. Her ideas blew my mind and I just had to use her
amazing outline as soon as I could. Thanks so much!! And Enjoy!!




The Adventures of Rex II: -   Rex Plays Father of the Bride (Part Two)



Warren Prendergast moved slowly away from his perch by his upstairs bedroom
window. His now flaccid uncut cock hung dripping from his unzipped
trousers. He was so exhausted from his two orgasms all caused by his
wonderfully sexy neighbour across the street, Rex Davenport.

It was just the end of January and rather warm for this time of the year
and thankfully his mother had found a few small garden jobs to do out
back. His mother was always finding jobs in the garden; he swore she'd be
out there in the snow if she could. But it kept her busy and not in his way
if and when the mood struck him to watch his perfect muse...mature gingery
Rex.

He knew watching Rex was becoming a habit. A habit he loved and was ever so
lucky to have stumbled upon. It must have been about a month or so
ago...just about Christmas maybe when he was feeling bored one late
afternoon after coming home from his dull job. The windows on his street
were all lit with Christmas lights and some had lovely trees twinkling for
all to see. And what did Warren see? Rex...dear golden red haired Rex up in
his bedroom and his curtains were still open with the bedside lamp
on. Warren breathed in at the memory. How had he lived there for so long
and not watched him before? At that stage he still did not even know his
name and he made it his secret mission to find out who the middle-aged
Adonis was and any other gossip that might be of interest concerning him.

Warren dreamily moved to the bathroom in the hall and stood washing his
sticky cock-head in the tap. He recalled Rex again that night in December
and how perfect he looked framed in the window as he slowly undressed from
his day at work. Warren felt his cock jump as he washed it with renewed
lust...lust for Rex!

Warren saw again the way Rex's blue dress shirt seemed to fall from his
broad shoulders and be tossed on a nearby chair. Warren knew what was
coming and so he quickly shut his bedroom door and switched off his
lamp...and found his handy bird watching binoculars in his desk drawer. His
heart was racing...could he be having a heart attack he wondered to himself
back then. He was so excited!

Trembling hands held the binoculars as steady as humanly possible as Rex
kicked off his shoes; loafers of some dark leather style and then the dark
slacks were undone...and they dropped down to reveal his muscular golden
furred legs. Warren nearly came at that stage but held off...he needed
more! Rex spun round toward his dresser in tight, ass hugging white
underwear and sexy long navy blue socks that nearly came to just below his
knees. He thought only old movies and B&W TV shows had guys wearing socks
like that...he was wrong, Rex wore socks like that as he would soon learn
as time went by!  Warren laughed because at that point, Rex had moved out
of his bedroom and vanished down the upstairs hall. BUT it was enough and
Warren was hooked and watching Rex became his favourite activity day or
night...it was his little secret and his sweet old mother never
knew...well, he hoped she didn't.

Warren finished washing his now semi-erect uncut cock and pushed it back
inside his trousers...just in time; mother was coming in and taking off her
coat in the kitchen. He could hear her hanging it on the inside of the door
by the pantry. Routines....so many dull routines made up his life, all
except for his Rex watching...that was SO worthwhile!



*************************************************




Having finished his call with Naddy, Rex had taken a long leisure bath
upstairs and let the warm, sudsy water engulf his naked six-foot form to
the point of nearly drowning. His own sexy daydreams of what Naddy had said
combined with post-orgasmic blissful exhaustion nearly made him slip away
under water three times! He finally got out, dried off and slipped into his
cosy around the house tracksuit. It was ancient blue stretchy fabric in two
parts and was nearly threadbare on his firm round ass cheeks...he never
wore underwear with this outfit. Just a pair of black crew socks was the
only addition he made...and they felt so comfy after his long cycle ride
today.


He found himself downstairs and moving through the large carpet covered
living room area to the substantial eat-in kitchen in the rear. Carpet gave
way to white tiles in here and the cool floor tickled his socked feet and
soothed any aches that might have been lurking there in. His downstairs
computer sat on a small table in the corner and Rex looked at it...he felt
drawn to it.

He plopped down on the swivel chair in front and booted up again. The
thought of Naddy just was too potent and he had to read her email
again. His cock swelled at the mere thought and this made a smile spread
over his ruddy cherubic but now freshly shaven face.

Rex logged into the adult personal ad site where Naddy had found him. He
found his page and re-read his little sexy ad. He loved it. Short and
sweet...to the point! And his attached photos...just enough, not too
much. His cock was now feeling rejuvenated and he could have easily stroked
himself off again but he thought better of it. He did have a very big job
next Saturday and he would need every ounce of his "manly fluids" at the
ready. He wanted to achieve at least as many orgasms as the young bride
groom Barry or more. Rex decided...he wanted more! So he would save himself
for a week and be Mature Super Stud aka Father of the Bride.


Rex shook himself and focussed. He replied to Naddy's email and thanked her
copiously for the call and the wonderful opportunity that now lay ahead. He
also proudly included his suit measurements...boasting a 34 inch waist he
has faithfully maintained since he was about 23 or 24...he giggled to
himself as he typed. Size 11 shoes...he almost forgot those. Naddy said she
wanted shoe size.


He also felt obliged to include detailed driving directions to his
home...he did not want the poor limo driver lost next Saturday in the wilds
of North London!




**********************************



Monday seemed to take ages to come. Naddy slipped into a comfortable outfit
and grabbed her purse. The copy of Rex's reply containing his suit
measurements was held safely inside. Since being divorced nearly 4 years
now, she relished not working, not being under any man's thumb and the
delightful monthly alimony payments...he left her and was willing to
pay...lots!

She knew getting Rex's tuxedo was the key for Saturday night's look and
feel, so she felt driven to get to the men's outfitters shop as soon as the
opened today. She drove the three miles and a bit to the quiet side street
just by Euston Station and found a spot not too far from the antique men's
shop.

Dodd's Men's Emporium sounded far grander than it was.  Mr. Dodd was about
65 and worked alone. A thin man with a beak-like nose with little gold
spectacles perched before his watery blue eyes. His well-combed grey hair
looked a bit like a wig but had assured Naddy it was all his...every
strand. It probably was she mused as she walked into the shop door and
stood in the outer area that also served as the showroom for the various
suits and tuxedos on offer for sale or rent.

Mr. Dodd knew Naddy from her own son's wedding a year ago. He had been very
helpful in suiting up the groom and his entourage of male cronies. So it
seemed natural to come back again for this little BUT highly important job.

Mr. Dodd was obviously out back in the fitting area-work room which was
behind a rich ruby red curtain which he burst through at the sound of the
small bell that rang each time the shop door opened. He looked just the
same and his short frame of only about five feet was garbed in a very cute
pinstripe charcoal gray suit. His eyes lit up at the sight of Naddy
standing alert and very perky at his big wooden front counter.

Pleasantries were exchanged and then Naddy explained her urgent tuxedo need
for Saturday night with shoes as well.  Mr. Dodd looked puzzled. "You mean
you want to rent a tuxedo for this Saturday night and have it altered to
fit in a smart, appealing way without...without the man coming in for a
proper fitting!"

The fact that he said "without" twice bothered Naddy a little
bit. "Mr. Dodd, I know this may be rather unorthodox but I really need your
help...please!"

Mr. Dodd pulled his spectacles off and stood nose to nose with Naddy. "I'll
do it for you, sweet lady even though I have lots out back to work on for a
wedding next week BUT I need the man in person. I really HATE doing things
"off the cuff" so to speak!"  He giggled at this and Naddy joined him a bit
of tailor's humour.

Naddy recalled her son and his mates going for fitting after fitting. The
guy was a fusspot and, if her son could be believed, a tailor with very
free hands that seemed to wander very liberally. But he was very good and
his prices were the best in London for this level of quality.

Naddy agreed and left "Mr. Davenport's measurements", as it was written on
the sheet Naddy produced, with Mr. Dodd so he could get things
started. Naddy selected a very standard elegant tuxedo all in black with a
matching black silky cummerbund and bow tie with black patent leather
lace-up shoes for Rex and this very special night. Mr. Dodd said that he
would be able to see Rex at closing time either tonight or Tuesday. Naddy
was to offer either day and Mr. Dodd would see him then BUT he must be
there right at 5 pm. Mr. Dodd said he would leave by 5:15 and that was
that!


Naddy had little idea what Rex did each day. She got the impression he must
work but at what...she had no clue yet. She quickly sent him a text with
the urgent message, the times available and most importantly...the name of
the shop and its location. Naddy hoped Rex was not too far away from this
area...her fingers crossed for a positive reply.

*************************


Rex, who had just sat down at his desk in his small but pleasant office in
the successful London advertising agency he worked for, was surprised by
the alert pings of a text being received by his mobile phone which was
tucked away in his dark blue suit jacket's inside breast pocket.

Sunday seemed endless yesterday and even a long 10 mile cycle ride had not
helped it pass any more quickly...especially now with his "no jacking off"
policy until Saturday night. He felt pleased that Monday had come...bring
on Saturday he mused with a big grin.  His pleased expression turned to
total ecstasy as he glanced at his small phone and saw the text from
Naddy. He was more than willing to get "fitted" by the tailor and as it
turned out, he was only about three tube stations away. He could make the 5
pm time easily today by leaving the office at 4:30 and so he texted back
his acceptance with a little extra thought: Roll On Saturday!

Rex stretched his long arms in a cat-like move and ran his hand
thoughtfully through his thick well-groomed gingery auburn hair as he mused
about his new adventure. His cock began to grow and push against his tight
black bikini-style underwear and suit trousers...not having any "stroke
time" this week was going to be a BITCH he thought to himself, but it was
worth the wait!


He recalled all the prep work needed for Trina and Jack Jenkins role play
fun....the old antique suit, the great old socks with garters and his
growing a dashing little moustache. It was so much fun becoming someone
else and yet, "Rex the Salesman" was very much Rex Davenport...just a bit
more roguish in all the right ways. Rex laughed aloud and began looking
over some ideas for a special adverting client he was currently developing
ideas for and soon lost himself in a sea of possible jingles and slogans.

The day slipped by and 4:30 crept up and vanished before Rex saw his watch
and nearly bolted out of his desk chair. If he ran, got an Underground
train quickly and dashed to the men's shop...he just might make it before
the tailor left for the day. It was 4:38...he closed the files on his
computer, switched off, tidied his desk a bit...and off he went!


Luckily, Rex was wearing his more comfortable black leather lace-up shoes
and they were slightly more amenable to being run in. He made a connection
on the Underground quickly and soon found he was above ground again and
moving swiftly to the door of the little shop. Dodd's Men's Emporium stood
before him and the lights were off in the outer shop area...Rex tried the
door...locked. He glanced at the old-style shop with its clutter of men's
suits, tuxedos and shoes filling the small display windows on either side
of the rather formidable wood & glass door.


Rex pressed his handsome mature face against the door glass and peered in
cautiously. A faint light was still on in the rear area he thought to
himself. Yes, he could see some light just seeping out around a curtained
archway obviously concealing the changing area or workroom.

Rex glanced at his watch, he could feel sweat just beginning to tickle his
skin all over his warm body; it was only 5:10 pm...he rapped on the door
and hoped he was not too late.

The curtain parted and an older, rather small fellow in a suit and coiffed
grey hair stood, looking at him...deciding.

Rex waved his hand in a slight gesture and smiled in his winning "sorry but
I'm a naughty boy" way...Mr. Dodd moved forward and stood before the shop's
outer door. Rex could see him looking at him through spectacles perched on
the end of his rather long nose...the eyes behind the spectacles were soft
and contained a faint hint of...of, Rex was not sure. Welcome? Or was it
mischief?

The door opened with a click and a little bell that tinkled in few sharp
notes. Rex now stood before Mr. Dodd who continued his inspection sans the
old door...Rex smiled again and a sheepish voice came out.

"Sorry, I am late. Naddy...I mean Nadine texted me about coming for a
fitting. Is it still alright? Should I come back again? I don't want to
keep you if you need to leave."

Mr. Dodd's small form stepped back, his hand swept inward in a welcoming
gesture. "Please, do come in...You caught me before I left. Lucky
you. Lucky me!" The tailor spoke in a slightly sugary tone and Rex felt a
bit like Hansel in that old fairy tale. Could this be a gingerbread house?

Rex's near six-foot body seemed to tower over the petite tailor as he
stepped in from the doorway and Mr. Dodd promptly shut and secured the lock
once again.

The tailor looked up at handsome Rex, his gingery reddish short hair
slightly askew from his race to make the deadline...a few beads of sweat
just cresting on his ruddy forehead. Rex felt slightly self-conscious and,
not surprisingly, rather turned on...his cock once again began to struggle
inside his trousers and begged for attention. Rex sighed inwardly knowing
this was going to be a very LONG week!

The front of the cluttered gloomy outer room felt slightly ominous to Rex
as he moved further inward and stepped to the wooden counter.

"You are a very lucky man to have a friend like Miss Nadine. She was very
insistent I see you as soon as I could for this tuxedo fitting. She
selected what she wants you to wear and I have laid them all out for you in
the rear changing room...they should nearly fit based on her list of
measurements BUT we need to tighten things up here, shorten there. You know
the drill, I am certain based upon your very stylish...tailored look!"
Mr. Dodd said with an air of dignity and professionalism.


Rex felt very warm still and guessed he must look a sweaty mess after his
mad dash through the city.  "Follow me!" Mr. Dodd said as he moved on and
held the curtains aside so tall Rex could pass through into the rear, more
private region of the shop.

The work room also served as the fitting area. All sorts of fabric, pins,
scissors and numerous half altered men's items filled much of the space. A
set of old sewing machines were against the far wall and the crowning glory
was a handsome triple bay of full-length mirrors installed in one corner
with a small raised platform in the middle. The square platform caught
Rex's attention almost instantly. The surface was covered with a deep red
carpet much in the same shade as the curtains covering the entry into the
rear section...Rex's naughty mind imagined all the hot men's feet in sexy
socks that had stood in that very, slightly worn away place. He thought the
worn spaces on the surface just might be in the shape of a pair of large
men's feet. Rex's cock lurched inside his tight underwear. Down boy, he
mused to himself with a smile.

The whoosh of the curtains sweeping shut behind Rex startled him slightly
and he blinked in the glare of the bright over-head lights.

 The room was a busy place and obviously Mr. Dodd was very kind to slip him
in. Rex saw the black satin-like tuxedo jacket, cummerbund, a crisp white
dress shirt , bow tie, polished black leather shoes and trousers all
waiting on a folding chair by a door to a small room just next to the set
of mirrors.

"Shall I change now?" Rex asked with a slight hesitation as his brow
furrowed and a bead of sweat dripped down his cheek; his whiskers just
beginning to sprout a five o'clock shadow since his morning shave.

"You look, how shall I put this? You look rather sweaty Mr. Davenport. It
may be winter but your sprinting did make you...hot...I mean warm! Come
this way...if you would permit me to aid you in a bit of freshen up?"
Mr. Dodd said squinting and moving to a small door near the mirrors.

Rex felt so embarrassed. "Please call me Rex and certainly...I would
appreciate a tidy up, I have no desire to scent the tuxedo with
man-musk....not just yet at least." Rex added this last comment with a
playful wink to Mr. Dodd.

Mr. Dodd turned a bright pink shade and pulled open the small wooden door
and an inner private room appeared. The light was flicked on and a sink
built into a mini kitchen counter popped into view on the back wall. The
room obviously served as a changing area for any male clients who elected
to have more privacy rather than changing in the centre of the work room
with Mr. Dodd's eagle eyes appraising every nook and cranny of their
scantily clad selves.

A small partition concealed a toilet in the corner making this just another
multipurpose room for Mr. Dodd's needs.

Mr. Dodd minced over to the sink; Rex noticed a slight swish of his hips as
he moved lightly on his small feet. Rex considered his movements genteel
and just bit haughty...in a cute way.

The sink was plugged and then filled with cool water. Rex stood by as
Mr. Dodd found a clean washcloth beneath the sink counter and proceeded to
soak it through, squeezing out the excess water.

"Allow me!" Mr. Dodd said and moved to face Rex who seemed very tall and
slightly out of reach.

"Oh, my...you are very tall. Sit there in the chair by the wall"


Rex obeyed and moved to the folding chair by the toilet partition and sat
down and now he was all within reach of little Mr. Dodd.


Mr. Dodd's nimble wiry fingers moved quickly, he may be in his 60's but his
manual dexterity was in perfect shape...Rex was impressed as the cool cloth
was run all over his forehead and face. The coolness felt wonderfully
refreshing to Rex and he closed his eyes as the washcloth passed over his
eyelids with sensuously lavish strokes. Rex felt his large uncut tool once
again pushing against his trousers for immediate release. He bravely
ignored its repeated attempts for instant gratification.

 Rex crooned. "That feels great, Mr. Dodd. Thank you. I did rather run like
I was in a race."

Mr. Dodd withdrew the cloth. "That will do for now. I'll keep it handy as
we do our fitting, we may need to cool and refresh you in other areas."
Mr. Dodd said this with a wink that Rex found almost too inviting. Even
through behind the old tailor's spectacles, Rex could see a more than
lascivious glint in his eyes.

"Shall we begin?" Mr. Dodd said as he moved to place the cloth on the sink
counter.

"OK. Shall I strip?" Rex asked with total and utter compliance in his
melodic voice.

"By all means, I dare say...you seem a rather self-assured fellow, I doubt
I need to give you a private place to change like some of my less
open-minded clients require from time to time." The tailor said as he stood
gazing Back at Rex with that same glint in his eyes that Rex had just
noted.

Rex stood up. "Thanks for compliment, I think. Yes, I am self-confident and
I am proud of my body...I am not 23 anymore!"

Rex spun around slowly in the small room and showed off his suited back and
front to Mr. Dodd's little sounds of approval.

"You look exceedingly fine...Rex...for 35 or so!" The tailor said with a
grin that looked very endearing on his rather wizened face.

"Try mid-40's...and again I say thanks for compliment. It's my cycling,
walking around London whenever possible and not eating or drinking too much
of anything. Simple yet effective; I should write a guide to men's health
and fitness!" Rex guffawed as he flexed his arm muscles like a strong man
in the circus.

"I more than agree. I see many men, your age...shocking how they let
themselves go. You are...a very pleasant change...really!" The tailor said
as he minced two steps closer and nearly reached over and touched Rex's arm
but stopped in mid-air.

Mr. Dodd checked himself and strode out of the small room and back into
inner work area and prepared for Rex's fitting.

Rex wondered if Mr. Dodd was lonely. He was giving off many signals that
were more than open to interpretation of the sexual variety. Granted, he
was not the type of guy he'd normally seek out BUT Rex was open-minded to
say the least and open to being enjoyed by all! Rex smiled to himself as
he, too moved back to the other room and walked over to the mirrors and
platform.

"We shall start with a complete set of measurements. I know you gave Miss
Nadine your best estimates but I am a perfectionist. I take all my own and
then we go from there. Does that meet your approval?" Mr. Dodd asked he
stepped forward gesturing toward the little platform and waving a fabric
tape measure around in his right hand.

"Fine, sounds like a good idea. I have not been
measured...thoroughly...that is, in a very long time." Rex agreed in a mock
sombre tone that almost seemed a bit too much.

"Now, I'll need you...pretty well undressed. The more you remove, the
better and more accurate the measurements. So please undress...sir...I
mean, Rex!" Mr. Dodd said with a huge Cheshire cat grin; he was clearly
enjoying this and Rex knew it.

Mr. Dodd fixed his eyes on sturdily built six-foot Rex as he smiled back at
him. Mr. Dodd feared his little spectacles would steam up if he felt much
more aroused at the sight and sheer manly presence of this new client who
now stood before him and prepared to disrobe.

Rex undid the only button holding his dark blue suit jacket closed and
pulled it off his shoulders and hung on a hook provided just alongside the
mirrors. He pulled free the gently pattered necktie from around his neck
and began to unbutton his light blue dress shirt bit by delicious bit...he
wore no undershirt and stood just so that his gloriously rusty gold fur
covered chest came into view and literally took Mr. Dodd's breath away. The
sight was magnificent and Rex now hung the shirt and necktie on the hooks
and spun again to face Mr. Dodd who began to sputter a bit like an old tea
kettle.

"You...ah...you...eh...you look very fit. Yes, very fit indeed!" Mr. Dodd
managed to say without too much hesitation as he looked closely as Rex's
well-toned pectorals and his pert pink nipples encircled by a great deal of
rusty golden chest hair. And his arm...not huge like a weightlifter's but
gracefully muscled and just thoroughly proportioned.

"Nearly done. I'll just slip off these now!" Rex said with a big smile as
his shoes were unlaced and tossed aside and his dark blue suit trousers
slid away and joined the other items on the wall hooks...and so now Rex
stood like David except only in tight black bikini-style underwear and near
calf-length navy blue socks with gold capped toes.

Mr. Dodd's eyes fixed on those alluring gold capped toes of handsome Rex
and followed the thin ribbed, very tight blue sock fabric along each of his
large sculpted feet, up his cycle-toned calves and then up to those
thighs...those thighs, so full and pronounced and tantalizingly
furry...Mr. Dodd's heart seemed to be skipping beats and his breath became
shallow.

Rex moved swiftly and stood up on the little platform and Mr. Dodd was
treated to a multitude of Rex's reflected in the large mirrors and what a
sight! His round tight ass and bulging crotch looked perfect in all the
various angles provided and Mr. Dodd stood as if struck by lightning, his
mouth hung open and his eyes utterly agog.

Rex turned this way and that, admiring himself in the full-length mirrors
and pivoting artfully upon his strong gold-capped socked toes...he felt his
own cock nearly bursting the tight underwear bonds and thought...should I
really give the old guy a show...shall I drop the underwear, too? He faced
forward, staring intently at the shocked face of Mr. Dodd. He put his hands
on either side of the tight elastic waistband and moved his strong fingers
downward...his reddish gold pubic fur began to crest into sight.

"Stop...you...oh....my...heavens...you best leave those on...Or...I'll
never get these measurements right, so help my stars!" Mr. Dodd croaked as
he grabbed his hanky from his suit pocket and dabbed his very sweaty brow.

Rex giggled like a naughty prankster and pulled the tight underwear back up
to his waist. His straining uncut cock again filled the fabric fully,
showing Mr. Dodd that Rex was more than "well-endowed" and that was so
electrifying. Rex stood now...and waited.

"I'm ready. Let's get started!" Rex encouraged in an almost playful tone
that woke Mr. Dodd up and made him ready to begin...and oh, what a pleasure
it was to be!  Shakily Mr. Dodd approached the waiting Rex; his muscular
mature form boldly positioned on the platform and his hands straddling each
hip. A confident pose of a confident man mused Mr. Dodd to himself.

The scent of Rex's manly sweat filled the old tailor's nostrils. Not
unpleasant, highly arousing...musky!  "Mr. Dodd, would you be so kind and
rub me down with the wash cloth...you know, just my chest, legs, arm
pits. I would be happier about trying on your clean clothes if I were just
a bit less...moist!" Rex said with his soulful green eyes reaching out and
touching Mr. Dodd's inner self.

Mr. Dodd nodded manically and dropped the tape measure down alongside Rex's
socked feet. He scurried off into the other room and returned in a flash
holding the newly moistened wash cloth aloft, his mouth shaped in a boyish
grin.

The tailor pulled himself up and on his tip-toes he could just about reach
Rex on the platform. Gently but firmly he swabbed the cloth all over Rex's
shapely, tight chest and down all along his tummy. Rex's curly rusty
coloured body hairs moved and flowed with the strokes of the cloth and
Mr. Dodd took extra care to work all around each nipple, letting his
sensitive fingers brush against the erect little knobs. The desire to reach
out and pinch each of them nearly overtook the poor fellow several times
but he resisted!

Each of Rex's arms came next and then each delightfully furry, man-scented
armpit...Mr. Dodd swooned nearly toppling off his toes!

Rex turned and faced the mirrors and watched the reflection of Mr. Dodd
moving the cloth up and down his back in long, lush strokes...and twice his
hand slipped and collided with his round ass cheeks. The little surprised
grunts from the tailor as his hand ventured downward made Rex smile and
nearly laugh aloud.

Nearly out of breath, the tailor ended his massage routine by crouching
down low and managed a few delightful strokes downward over each of Rex's
furry legs.  He stopped just short of the top of each calf-length
sock. Suddenly, Rex spun round as Mr. Dodd was just standing up...he was
nose to crotch at just the precise moment. The inviting manly shaped
package inside Rex's tight underwear was now almost inches from his
mouth. Mr. Dodd shot up like a rocket, standing very tall...as tall as man
of five feet can stand and nearly sung out.  "Done! I hope that
helps. Really, I think it should...I think!"

The slightly incoherent burbling made Rex stifle yet another laugh. He
found Mr. Dodd utterly charming in his attempts to stay on task. Yet, deep
down he knew that even if Mr. Dodd played along...he was supposed to be
saving himself for the Naddy's weekend event. He had to be good now...had
to be chaste. Damn that was hard...for Rex!

Rex stood still, hands by his sides and waited as Mr. Dodd returned the
wash cloth to the sink, found his notepad and picked up the measuring tape
from the platform.

With slightly trembling fingers, Mr. Dodd began to gather his
measurements...he spent ages doing the chest, he had to get a set of small
steps to get to the right height. Holding the tape against Rex's furry
chest was a true sensory delight, he could feel Rex's warmth, his chest
rising and falling with each breath. He was sure he felt Rex's heart
beating.

The waist proved almost too much to take, Rex stood ever so still but
Mr. Dodd trembled like a leaf.

The inseam...his fingers just touched Rex's ball sack, solid and fairly
large...restricted to near bursting in the tight bikini-style
underwear. Rex watched in the mirrors and tried so hard to keep his cock
from rising any further inside its prison of nylon cotton blend.  Mr. Dodd
laid the tape measure down flat along the platform.

"If you would be so kind, just step onto this and place your right foot
heel on the little gold end for me. I'd like to see if I have the shoe size
correct that Miss Nadine gave to me." The tailor asked almost in a pleading
tone as he gazed upward at Rex's amused face staring back at him.

Rex lifted his large warm socked foot up and laid it flat on the tape
measure and his big toe lay just at the 11...near perfectly. Rex gently
bounced his gold-capped toe up and down on the number.

"See, 11...just like I told Miss Nadine. I really do know my body. And I
bet you'll find my other measurements are almost as precise. But I was glad
to oblige!" Rex said in a delighted tone.

Mr. Dodd kept watching Rex's big toe bounce playfully on the measuring
tape. He found those large sculpted feet so hypnotic and the strong leather
tainted musky aroma that wafted upward made the tailor harder than he'd
been "down there" in what seemed like years.

Mr. Dodd moved to remove his tape measure but Rex's foot remained solidly
on it...he put his hands down around the sides of the fine socked foot
before him and gently rubbed, caressing...enjoying.

"Oh, sorry. I'll move my foot!" Rex said kindly and picked it up slowly;
and slightly, ever so slightly...brushed it near the tailor's beak-like
nose.

"Ohhhhh, mmmmm....Fine, very fine indeed!"  Mr. Dodd burst out in an
involuntary exultation of true pleasure.

Mr. Dodd was now in a dreamy state as he wobbled to the stack of clothing
for Rex to try on.

Bit by bit Rex dressed. The dress shirt was fine and fit Rex's chest
perfectly. The sleek trousers were pulled on, over each moist socked foot
and then Rex stood admiring himself in the mirros.

Now the shoes slid on like magic, Mr. Dodd standing by watching and his
toes rested in just the right places for comfort. Rex bent forward and
laced each with care and dexterity.

Mr. Dodd now stepped in and used his nimble fingers as he felt Rex's tight
ass enclosed in the silky trouser fabric and noted just a small tuck here
and there would be all that was needed, the length was spot on...the
trousers rested just above the shiny leather shoes.

The tuxedo jacket was last and it made the outfit near perfect except for
the tie and cummerbund, they were going to be fine for Rex in any case. So
Mr. Dodd allowed Rex to pass on trying those items on.  Mr. Dodd stepped
back and looked Rex over from head to toes...smiling.

"You will be the most handsome man at the event you are attending with Miss
Nadine, a true winner on all fronts!" The tailor managed to say with no
hesitation whatsoever.

Rex agreed with an appreciative nod and big grin.  "It will be ready for
Miss Nadine to pick up tomorrow afternoon. She said she would be taking it
to you, am I correct?" Mr. Dodd quizzed.

"Yes, I could pick it up myself but Miss Nadine wants to supervise my
dressing for the occasion on Saturday....she's very....thorough I think!"
Rex added with a wink and a cavalier toss of his head.

The tailor seemed to be near bursting from over stimulation.

"I am stepping out to the shop area while you change. Leave the tuxedo and
other items there on the chair where I placed them earlier in the day. And
then...you are free to go. That's it really!" The poor man managed and then
he shot out through the curtains like a rocket.  Rex obeyed and carefully
placed the wardrobe back on the chair where he had first seen it.

His own clothes felt rather plain as he slipped back into them and laced up
each of his shoes as the final act of re-dressing.

Now he stepped back through the voluminous drapes and stood by the wooden
counter out front and looked at Mr. Dodd who seemed quiet and maybe just a
bit sullen behind his spectacles.

"Thanks for coming today and do come back if you have any needs...formal
clothing or altering or..." The tailor trailed off and just looked at Rex
with a puppy dog expression. He was truly waiting for a bone...of sorts.

"Miss Nadine may be picking the tuxedo up but I shall drop it off Monday
night after work...if that suits you? Same time...5:15 or so?" Rex asked
leaning forward on the counter and making very definite eye contact with
the older man.

The tailor both stunned and very eager burbled
again. "Ah...um...yes....Yes!"


Rex grinned like a very pleased lion about to devour a gazelle in the
grasslands of Africa. "Good! I shall be here with the tuxedo and...Well, I
will leave it at that. The rest is up to you...entirely!"

With that remark, Rex spun round and moved to the front door. A quick flick
of his wrist and the lock opened...and he moved out into the early London
evening.


Mr. Dodd just stood, his small cock raging inside his trousers and his
mouth hanging down around his knees! Now he had something...unknown...maybe
naughty...to look forward to Monday.

He was in heaven...sheer blissful heaven!



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