c-rings and four or five hit jocks, and he always has to ‘fit’ me – and Pete too – which requires a ‘hard’ fitting and a ‘soft’ fitting…and you KNOW how he manages to get you ready for the ‘soft’ fitting!”

“Oh, yeah…and you watch, he’ll pull that shit on me again today – he really got me last time…thought I’d die with Rod watchin’ – then it turned out he’d set me up…really got his jollies seein’ me squirm!”

“Roscoe’ll hit on me, too…he’ll want to see which ring I’m wearing…will ‘need’ to check the fit – maybe offer something ‘new’…try it on…then there’ll be one hell of a ‘Naval disaster!’”

“Naval disaster?”

“Yeah – total loss of semen!”

“He’ll do us both?”

“Together, if we let him…shit, he’d love the Atlantic Fleet to stop in for a fitting! Now THAT would be a loss of semen!”

“Damn!”

Roscoe was with a customer as they entered the Saddlery. “Be with you men in a minute…feel free to look around.”

Zeb mumbled softly, so that only Randy could hear… “You can be damn sure HE’s lookin’ around!”

“Sorry about that guys…business is business, y’know! Zeb…it’s great to see you – seems like months since we got some new leather on you…might have something you’d be interested in, but first we’ve got to get Randy squared away…c’mon in the back.” They followed Roscoe back to the tack room where he did all his “fitting.” “Randy, if you’d just slip off your sweatshirt and jeans…we can see how these leather jeans are going to fit…Zeb, you wearing some leather today?”

“Yeah – the one with diamond shaped studs…”

“I always liked the way that one fit…I’ll check it when I’m done with Randy to make sure it hasn’t stretched over time! Go ahead and strip now if you want…Randy won’t be so self-conscious that way…I’ve got to go get his jeans in the other room.” Roscoe disappeared into the storage room while both guys stripped to rings and socks.

“Didn’t I tell you! The guy is a walkin’ sperm bank – you know he’s gonna blow both of us before we’re outta here…sometimes I pretend that I don’t want him to, even when I do – makes him hungrier than hell for my manhood – and he does give great BJs!”

Roscoe came back with Randy’s almost finished jeans. “OK – pull these on, with any luck we’ll be able to get a ‘soft’ fitting first…but if not…” Randy’s cock began to stiffen at just the suggestion of what was in Roscoe’s mind. “Whoops…guess not, we’ll do a ‘hard’ fitting now and get things nice and ‘soft’ before you go!”

Randy pulled the skintight jeans up as high as he could. “Damn, man…I’ll never get everything in these jeans!”

“Don’t be silly, it just takes a little skill and effort…first, your ass – remember, the seam goes ALL the way in…nice and snug against your asshole. Oh, yeah…if you decide you want a plug later like we talked about – I can add one any time…don’t remember if I got the measurement for that or not…!”