FunSizeBoys - I’ve walked past Mr. Steele’s shop more times than I count over the past year. And while the suits and tuxedos are certainly beautiful, the most striking thing is ( and always has been) Mr. Steele himself. His well-defined muscles are apparent even from afar. His well-fitting tight pants and snug dress shirts look as if they were designed specifically for him. Then again, he is a tailor, but nonetheless, he always looks magnificent. The two of us have met each other’s gaze plenty of times, and every time my eyes catch his, my knees get immediately weak, my cock begins swelling up, and I can feel my hole start to expand as if to make room for what I am sure is healthy slab of meat hiding behind those snug pants, if the visibly heavy bulge of his was anything to base it off of. As luck would have it, I have an event coming up for which I will definitely need a tailored suit, so I finally had a reason to stroll into his shop and get a fitting. Even luckier, he seems to have no apprentice or help, so Mr. Steele would be the one bringing his measuring tape to run across and up and down my body...