The Seamstress

The Seamstress

One day, a young man came into my tailor shop and said he needed clothing for a Renaissance Fair.

I said, “So you want to go in costume.”

He said, "Yes."

I said, “I can help you there.  What specifically do you want?"”

He said, “I need a pair of pants with a codpiece.”

I said, “What’s a codpiece?”

He said, “The Renaissance was before the invention of the zipper.  It is a flap of clothing that covers male genitals.  It uses strings to keep it in place.”

I said, “Anything else."

He said, “Well, the pants themselves are like tights.”

I said, “I should be able to do that too.  Custom made pants will cost $120.00 in advance.”  He then handed me $120.00 in cash.

I said, “I will need to take your measurements.  If the pants are to be tightly fit, I have to take very accurate measurements.”

He said, “Of course.”

I said, “How historically accurate will you be going.”

He said, “I want it to be as accurate as possible.”

I said, “The Renaissance was also before men wore underwear.  Are you going to wear underwear under your pants?”

He said, “I won’t be wearing any underwear.”

I said, “I have to measure your inseam.  Wearing underwear changes the inseam measurement.  I will also have to fit you for the codpiece.”

He said, "What are trying to tell me?"

I said, “I will need you to undress from the waist down.”

He looked around and asked, “Do you have a dressing room?”

I said, “Yes, I do but that won’t help.  I have to measure you myself.”

He said, “Do you have a more private place?”

I said, “I do but I can't leave the store floor.”

He said, “But there are other women in the shop now.”

I said, “I can’t ask a customer to leave.”

He said, “Why not?”

I said, “It is rude. I will lose their business."

He said, “Could you ask the customer to look away.”

I said, “I could, but it’s the same problem.”

He said, “If I undress, won’t they look?”

I said, “I suppose so.”

He said, “They might get upset.”

I said, “Why would they get upset?

He said, “Women can get upset if a man exposes himself to them”

I said, “Women only get upset if the man is a flasher.  You are just getting measured for pants.  It is entirely different.”

He said, “I don’t want to be accused of indecent exposure.  Are you sure that they won’t complain?”

I answered, “I think you are overestimating the sensitivity of women.  They will realize I am just measuring a man for a fitting.  To be sure, I will ask them.”

I went over to the ladies and said, "I am going to measure this man for a special pair of pants.  It requires me to measure his inseam while is naked from the waist down.  He is worried that you will be offended."

Both ladies responded simultaneously, "Why should that offend us?"

The young man then took off his shoes, his socks, his pants and underwear and stood in front of me naked from the waist down.  As predicted the two women present in the shop turned to see what was going on.  However, they didn’t look away quickly as I predicted, they continued to watch as I took his measurements.

Then I took my tape and measured his waist, his calf, his thigh and most importantly his inseam.  When I did, I had to push his testicle away so that I could measure the distance from the floor to his pubic bone.  I then recorded my measurements.  While I was measuring him I couldn’t help but notice he was growing an erection.  I had to tear my eyes away to do my job.

 When I was finished, I looked back at him and saw that he was now fully erect. He had a large, thick, straight cock and thick, heavy balls.  They were the most proportionate genitals I had ever seen.  I thought they were beautiful.  I wanted to take a picture of them.  To my surprise,  I had responded sexually myself.  I was enjoying his nudity.  I looked over to my two customers who were also fascinated by what they saw.  They had their eyes locked on his cock.  Their obvious fascination made it even more exciting for me.  The unusual circumstances made it one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

 I looked at his muscular butt .  I decided that I should also measure his hips so that I could allow for the muscularity of his buttocks.  I looked back at him to judge whether I had forgot something.  I then realized that I had to measure the distance from the floor to his waist.  I asked him where he wore his belt and then I measured from there to the floor. 

When I looked at him again, I realized that I had not allowed for the size of his genitals.  I would have to make a codpiece that was just the right size to cradle his genitals.  I also realized that it would be difficult to do considering that he had an erection.  I had nothing with which to take this measurement.  I decided to make a template. I took a scrap piece of cloth and held it against his genitals folding it appropriately.  I then cut the piece of cloth to fit.  Then I went to my sewing machine and began to put darts in the cloth to give the cloth the required semi-circular shape. 

As I was measuing my template against his genitals, 4 high school girls entered the shop.  They immediately noticed the naked man with an erection.  They screamed in surprise, glued their eyes on his genitals and started giggling.  The man covered himself with his hands.

I said, “Girls, behave yourself.  I am just taking measurement to make this man a pair of renaissance pants." The girls quieted down but never took their eyes off the man’s hands.

One of them said to him.  “You are really cute?”

The man said, "Thank you."

The girl then said, "You would be cuter, if we could see all of you."

He said, “I’ll bet you would like that, wouldn’t you.”

One of the girls picked up that theme, changed her tone to sweetness and said, “Oh please, mister, let us look.  We have never seen a naked man before.  We want to see what men look like.”

The man, without speaking, dropped his hands.  The girls gathered around him, squatted down, looked directly into his genitals and ooh and aahed over what they saw.  One of them reached out with her hand and said, “Can I touch it?”

He said, “Okay.”

She then touched his cock eventually wrapping her hand around his erection and squeezing.  She said, “Oh, it is so big and hard.”

Another girl, without asking, reached out and cupped his testicles.  She said, “Oh, your testicles are really heavy.” 

The girls continued to test and feel the man’s genitals.  Finally, the man pulled away and covered himself with his hands.  Somehow, I knew he was on the edge of ejaculation.

In the meantime the two adult women had come over in front of the man where they could see better.  They were more fascinated by the young girls reaction than they were of the man’s exposure. 

I eventually was able to tear my eyes away from the scene in back of me and finished my sewing.  I then held up my template. The fitting was not successful.  I said to him, "My attempt at fitting your codpiece failed.  The problem is your erection."

He said, "I am sorry, I wish I could get it to go down."

Then it occurred to me what to do.  I said, "I have the solution but I don't know if you will permit it."

He said, "What is it?"

I said, "If I masturbate you, after you cum, you will deflate."

He said, "If that is what it takes, go ahead!"

I couldn't believe my luck.  I went and got some baby oil, spread it copiously on my hands, and rubbed it over his cock and balls.  Then I cupped his balls and stroked his cock.  When I did that the female audience glued their eyes on his cock.  He didn't stop me.  He had already been stimulated for a while and in a few minutes he was spurting.  I caught the sperm in Kleenex.  Once he had orgasmed, he deflated.  I was able to successfully prepare another codpiece template.

All this time the female audience was watching intently.  I asked the girls, "Have you girls seen anything like that before?"

One of them answered, "No, we certainly haven't.  It was fascinating."

I said to him, “The codpiece fits perfectly,  You can get dressed now.  Your pants will be ready at this time next week. I am sorry about the interruption.”

He said, “It wasn’t your fault.  You didn’t know those girls would come in.”

Then he pulled his pants back up.  I then waited on the girls.

One week later, the two adult women and the 4 girls were already in the shop when he walked in. He noticed them immediately.  He turned to me and said, “Are my pants ready?”

I said, “Yes, would you like to try them on?”

He  said, “Yes, I would.”  He turned to me and said, “Can you direct me to your dressing room?” 

One of the girls said, "Oh, please don't use a dressing room.  Let us watch. You let us watch before.  We learned so much from watching you last time." 

He looked over at the adult women,  One of them said, "We agree.  This is very educational for these girls."

He said, "In that case, I certainly wouldn't want to deny these girls something of educational value."

Then he undressed completely below the waist.  I gave him the pants to put on. By the time he started to put the pants on, he already had half an erection. The pants fit perfectly except that the codpiece was not tied in place.  His genitals complete with an erection protruded through the opening.  Then he pulled up the codpiece and tied it off.  The codpiece showed off a bulge in the front of his pants.  He then turned to the young girls and said, “How does it fit?”

One of the girls said, “It is too tight.  It is your erection."

One of the older ladies said, "It'll fit better if you masturbate him?"

The same girl looked the man in the eyes and said, "Can I?"

The man said, "Go for it?"

That girl untied the two knots holding up the codpiece and let it fall out of the way.  Then she looked at me pleadingly.

I said, "I'll get some baby oil."

I did and the girl slathered it gently over his penis and testicles.  Then like she had seen me do she cupped his balls with one hand and stroked his cock with the other.  She even remembered to massage his balls as she stroked his cock.

I said, "Tell me when he gets suddenly harder.  Then I'll know he is ready to cum."

In a couple of minutes she said, "He just got really hard."  I was ready with Kleenex and caught his sperm as it erupted from his cock."

In a couple more minutes he was fully deflated and the girl tied the codpiece back in place.  She said, "See now it fits perfectly."

The other girl asked pointing at the codpiece, “Does that thing have a name.”

He answered, “It is called a codpiece.”

One of the adult women intervened, “You fill it out really well.”

He answered, “Thank you.”

He took off his new pants.  When he was naked again, I handed him his old pants.  He looked at me and said, "Thank you," and put his old pants back on.  We women all watched intently to the show he was putting on for us.  I wrapped up his new pants and gave it back to him.  He said, “Thanks for the good fitting." 

Then he turned to the girl who had masturbated him and said, "Thanks for the hand job."

The girs said, "You're welcome."

Then he left.  The adult women and young girls followed him out.

I keep hoping another man will come in and want pants with a codpiece.