I used to work as a salesman at a fashionable menswear store. Hundreds of men would shop each day and I was in the habit of fantasizing about having sex with every single one of them. When a handsome guy would walk into the store, I would check him out trying to figure out if he was gay. Then, naturally, I would try to guess the size of his cock. I wondered if somehow I could get him to take me on the spot.
One day my dream came true. A tall, athletic guy walked into the store. I approached him right away and asked if I could help him. He said that he would like to buy a pair of pants. I picked the tightest pair I could find and urged him to try them on.
"The dressing room is over there," I said. I tried to imagine how he looked in his underwear. Suddenly, the man unlocked the door and called me.
"What seems to be the problem, sir?" I asked.
"Come in, I'll show you," he yelled.
"Right away, sir!" I answered.
I opened the door hastily and saw him in his underwear holding the pants I had given him with both hands.
"I don't think this is the right size!" he complained.
"Let's see," I said.
I took the pants in my hands and kneeled down holding them just below his waist so as to check the size. I noticed that his cock was getting harder. It was obvious that he was getting really excited. I decided to make my move. I 'accidentally' dropped his pants on the floor and grabbed his dick.
"I don't know about the pants but I'm pretty sure this is the right size!" I whispered playfully.
