The Curtain- Version 1

Years ago, this short story was inspired by a message I received, but I couldn’t choose which idea I wanted to use. As a compromise, I wrote two different stories, so I’ll let you all be the judge of which takes the crown. The second version will be just for my VIP readers, so feel free to upgrade to get that copy along with access to my Discord server!

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One of my friends has a wedding coming up this weekend, and I am so excited to see some old college friends again. Back then, I had a bit of a beer belly, but I had replaced that with muscle over the past few years, and I wanted to show off. So, I headed downtown to shop for a new, fitted suit.

As I drove up, I saw construction trailers and a dumpster parked outside- they apparently were being remodeled. I walked in and was greeted with the typical scent of cologne and new clothes. I headed over to the men’s department, and after finding out that the tailor was already with another client, I just decided to browse for a bit. All of the shopping area had already been redone, and the only bit of construction left was the dressing room. They had been ripped out of the corner, and a maze of curtains was set up to form stalls.

They had the usual trifold mirror beside that, and I found the tailor with his current client. The man standing in front of the mirror was an adonis. He had broad shoulders, and his torso tapered down to a trim waist. His inseam was being measured, so he had his legs spread in a power stance. He kept lifting his suit jacket to reveal his taut ass for a few precious seconds at a time. He hadn’t turned around yet, and I needed to see his face. I moved closer and pretended to scan through a rack of sweaters. I could now see into the mirror and saw that he had a chiseled face to go with his body. His hair was slicked back in waves and a few locks of hair fell over his forehead. His jaw was covered in stubble, and he had a serious look on his face. But that tense jaw just added to the sex appeal.

The tailor moved around and asked the man to suck in his breath to measure his waist. I saw him breath in, and his pecs strained against the translucent fabric of his shirt. I heard a metallic clink and looked down to see that his pants had fallen to the ground with his belt hitting the mirror. I immediately began studying his toned calves under his massive thighs. My eye kept traveling upward and saw a bright red blush forming on his face. He immediately leaned over to pull his pants up, but that just exposed his ass even more that had been hidden beneath the suit jacket. His underwear was the same shade as the blush on his cheeks. They were low cut bikini briefs, and I saw a hint of his ass above the fabric. As he stood back up, the material was slightly swallowed by his ass, and you could see the firm outline of his butt.

The tailor profusely apologized and quickly finished his measurements. Once the pants were pulled back up, I hid behind the rack and peaked through the sweaters. The man kept turning around to see if he had been noticed, but he seemed pleased to see no one. The tailor was finally done and ushered the man into the curtained stall to change back into his clothes. As he stepped down off the platform, I noticed that a noticeable tent was forming in the front of this man’s pants. It looked like he was just as excited down there as I was.

The tailor pulled the curtains closed, and I almost walked away. As I turned, I noticed that the scissors in his vest pocket somehow got caught on the curtain. As he left, he pulled the curtain open and exposed the man once more. I waited with baited breath to see how long it took the man to notice, but he didn’t turn once. There was no mirror in here, so he didn’t even know that he was exposed again.

He stood there a minute on his phone before slowly starting to strip. He pulled the suit jacket off and placed it on the rack. I could see his back muscles through the shirt writhing around as he slowly worked his way down the buttons. He pulled that off and I finally saw him, or at least half of him, shirtless. I savored every second before he turned around, but that moment never came. I looked around and saw that several shoppers had now stopped to watch, and no one was making a sound. The man beside me was even openly pawing at his crotch.

The belt was pulled off next followed by the shoes. He leaned down to untie each one, and his butt was aimed directly at us. I could see the tiny outline of his briefs underneath. He stood erect again and unbuttoned his pants. He stepped out of them in slow motion and placed them on the rack beside the rest of his suit. He was now standing exposed in front of a whole store in just a bright red pair of briefs. I knew that he was about to turn around, but the show somehow escalated.

He pushed his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and flicked them down to the floor. He stepped out of them and was now fully revealed. I couldn’t even process why he needed to get rid of his own underwear because I was too mesmerized by his ass. His butt jiggled as the material was pushed over it, but it was still firm. Without exercise, he would still be blessed with a bubble butt, but that gym time just elevated its sexiness even more.

I snapped out of my trance and noticed his arms moving. He had one hand up on his pecs, and the other at his crotch. I had been right about the tent in his pants- he had gotten turned on at the thought of being seen. He was jerking off in what he thought was the privacy of his own stall. He kept stroking and after a few minutes, he knelt down to pick up his underwear. His balls and substantial hard cock dropped into view before he stood up again. Three strokes later, and he was coming onto those red briefs.

He dropped them to the floor and I could see the sizable cum stain. His shoulders drooped, and I noticed that he had started to sweat. Finally, after over ten minutes of facing the wall, he turned around to sit on the bench. He froze as he saw a stunned store full of onlookers. There were at least twenty of us, and we couldn’t take our eyes off of him.

I had been forming my vision of him throughout the spectacle, and the reality exceeded that. He had firm pecs with a light dusting of hair and a trim midsection. His abs were visible as he pulled in a sharp breath of air. His cock was still hard beneath a sweaty matte of hair. He might have been excited about accidentally flashing his ass, but putting on a public one-man show was a completely different story.

All of this probably lasted only three seconds, but it felt like an eternity. His blushing face was illuminated by camera flashes from my right, and that jolted him into action. He pulled back the curtain, and the show was finished. Shoppers were jolted back to action, but I waited as I still had business in this section. I waited for the tailor to come back who I was about to tip extremely highly, but I soon realized that I wouldn’t be getting a suit today. My hard-on wasn’t going down anytime soon. I headed out to car to release and put on my own private show.