I had been working a second job part time a few nights a week to earn some extra money for the holidays. I was working at a little tuxedo shop. It wasn't difficult. All I had to do was give tuxedos to men who came in to pick them up or measure them if they came in for a fitting. It was not a busy place. Nice and easy. Perfect for a second job. The shop was located in one of those small outdoor strip malls. Besides the tuxedo shop there were only three other stores, a nail salon, a printing shop and a Chinese take out restaurant. Needless to say there was never much activity anywhere in the mall.

It was about 8:00, an hour before closing, when I heard the bell above the door ding. I looked up and saw the most amazing sight. He was 6'2", broad and muscular. His build resembled that of a power lifter. Covering his frame was a brown bomber jacket and tan khaki’s, which strained against his thighs with each step. His hair a light almost white blond and was cut into a military style flat top. His neck was thick as a tree trunk and square. His complexion was fair, his checks red from windburn.

He stepped up to the counter and I realized my jaw was hanging open. I composed myself and smiled as he said, in one of the huskiest, sexiest voices I had ever heard, "I'm here for a fitting. For the Lawson Palmer wedding." I'm glad I was sitting on a stool behind the counter because at the sound of his voice I became weak in the knees and would have surely toppled over.

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes," I stammered. "Please come around back and I'll measure you."
He just let out a little laugh of amusement as came into the back area. I directed him further into the back and instructed him to stand in front of the three-way mirror. I followed him back and as I did I got an extra surprise. This guy had to have one of the fullest, roundest asses I had ever seen. His huge meaty globes were straining against his tight khaki's and I swear it looked as though the seam down the back of his slacks was about to give way under the pressure of his massive butt muffins.

I knew then and there I had to see this guy naked or at least in his underwear. I decided to pull a trick on this Adonis that I had pulled on a few other guys in the past. Sometimes it didn't work but others it did, so I decided to give it a try. He was pulling off his jacket as he asked me where he could hang it up. His chest was so broad. I could hardly believe it, but every muscle under his tight blue sweater was visible. I swallowed hard and pointed him to a hook to hang his jacket.

I decided if I was going to do it now was the time to try and get this stud out of his clothes. "Okay, I'll need you to strip down so we can get a proper fitting."

"Strip down for my fitting? I've never heard of that," said the Adonis as he flashed me a big smile.

"Well, it ensures a proper fitting," I lied.

He just flashed another smile and shrugged his shoulders. Then without a second thought he pulled his