Geoffrey Fine Men Clothery
Michael Calabari was a successfu..
🕑 Added 2023-03-10 02:02:32 +0000 UTC
Geoffrey Fine Men Clothery
Michael Calabari was a successful pro-wrestler. When he wasn’t wrestling half naked in his wrestling briefs, he loved dressing in fine clothes that showed off his body. Dress to impress was his motto. When his agent introduced him to Geoffrey’ Fine Men Clothery he was impressed with the exquisitely tailored suits. The suits hugged his muscular body yet were functional and durable for his active lifestyle.
Michael felt tan and refreshed as he walked into the elegant shop after his vacation on the Italian Riviera. He stopped in front of a mirror and adjusted the buttons of his shirt. He smirked at his reflection. His masculine face was deeply tanned and his beard and hair neatly trimmed. The blue suit fit him like a glove, hugging his large arms and displaying his tight round ass. The suit did nothing to hide that he spent a lot of time taking care of himself.
“Awe, Mr. Calabari welcome back,” the manager Mr. Wilcox approached the regular client. “You are looking so refreshed.”
Michael laughed, “thank you. I hated to leave the Amafi coast.”
“I figure you did. How can I help you today” the tall manager asked.
“I wonder if you can take the suit up some more. I have a meeting with a client in a couple of days and I need to look my best to impress him,” Michael turned sideways to check himself out in the rows of mirrors.
“I will be most happy too. Come this way,” Wilcox led Michael to the mirrors.
Michael felt so content as Wilcox began to measure and then openly grope him. The tailor reached under the suit jacket and grabbed both large ass cheeks in his large hands. The lines of Michael’s jockstrap were visible through the tight stretched material of the pants as Wilcox traced the straps with his fingers. The touch of the other man was making Michael so horny. His cock was hard as it bulged the front of the dress pants. Wilcox smirked as the strong wrestler, an alpha male. groaned in lust. The tailor’s fingers reached the spot where the straps came together between Michael’s powerful legs, and began stroking the pro-wrestler’s hole through the suit.
Michael groaned louder and pushed his bubble ass backwards. Wilcox smiled as he moved his fingers up the center seam that divided the thick ass. He then eased the concealed zipper down. The air condition breeze of the shop hit the muscular man’s bare, smooth ass and exposed manhole.
Wilcox pushed a finger into the rear opening and stroked the shaved rosebud sending chills of lust up Michael’s spine. He then pushed the finger into Michael’s hole.
“You been a very good fuck boy in Italy,” Wilcox stroked Michael’s insides as he moved his finger in and out of him.
“Fffuck, yes sir,” the normally confident, in charge alpha male whimpered.
“Very good, my Italian mob partners were very pleased with your service.” Wilcox smirked
Wilcox had long believed that a suit makes a man, and that shows with men like Michael. The tight dress suit was cut to show off a muscular body like his, to pimp him out as an object. It his classic suit, Michael looked like a sexy himbo fuck toy. Wilcox pulled his finger from the muscular stud’s ass and reached around Michael. He inhaled Michael’s expensive cologne as he unbuttoned the two buttons of the tailed jacket. Wilcox then ran his over the satin white shirt, feeling its silkiness against Michaels hard body under the shirt. The store manager took his time unbuttoning the shirt, slowly revealing the deeply tan skin. He grinds his crotch against Michael’s ass as he spreads the shirt. Feeling the manager’s hands on his pecs, squeezing his smooth, shaved chest, Michael pushed his ass backwards and groaned low. Wilcox smirked. He pulled his hands off the huge chest and unzipped his own pants.
“Please fuck me,” Michael’s deep voice groaned.
Wilcox pressed his thick cock between the pants’ rear opening and ran it between the plump ass cheeks. Michael’s ass was perfect, firm and round. Wilcox moved his cock lower until he found Michael’s tight entrance. Then with a grunt he pushed into the muscular stud. Michael moaned loud as the thick cock pushed into him, stretching him open. He found him pushing his ass backwards, while Wilcox pressed forward. His eyes rolled back into his head as he threw his head back. The manager enjoyed the pro-wrestler’s tight ass. He gripped Michael’s huge shoulders through the tight suit jacket and used those mountainous shoulders as leverage to thrusted deep into Michael’s ass. Michael cried out and shot his load into the pouch of his jockstrap. He came so much that the cum leaked out of the jockstrap and soaked into the expensive blue suit.
