---
You push open the door to the underwear store, unfazed by the rain-soaked streets outside. The man behind the counter greets you with a welcoming smile and introduces himself as William. The store, you notice, doesn't seem to attract many straight men like yourself. The walls are lined with all manner of men's undergarments, from speedos to jockstraps. The neon sign outside the shop might as well flash, 'Gay Depot.'
"I'm Justin, by the way," you manage, your voice wavering a little as you realize what kind of place you've wandered into.
William's eyes gleam with curiosity as he takes you in from head to toe. "Well, Justin, I want you to feel comfortable here. We offer a full-service experience," he says, emphasizing the word 'full.'
You gulp, trying hard to look unfazed. "Sure, that's great. I need a new pair of swim trunks and some underwear."
William nods, his gaze intensifying. "I can tell you're a little nervous, but I promise I'll take good care of you. Let's start with those speedos. Turn around and let me help you out of your pants."
You comply, your heart pounding in your chest. As William unbuttons your jeans, he leans in and whispers in your ear, "I'm going to make sure they fit just right, Justin. And I mean, really fit."
His hands linger on your waist, his touch sending tingles down your spine. When you finally step into the speedos, his fingers brush against your ass, tracing the outline of your cheeks. You gasp, your cock stirring in the unfamiliar garment.
"That's it," William coos, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, let's try on some underwear."
He guides you to the back of the store, where an array of tight briefs hang from hooks. The lighting is soft, the atmosphere intimate. You glance at William, who offers you a small, joint and a conspiratorial grin.
"Sometimes, a little help is necessary. Loosen up, and we'll find the perfect fit."
You take the joint, inhaling deeply as William locks the door and dims the lights even further. The sensation washes over you, and soon, your nerves dissolve, replaced by a growing sense of excitement.
"Now," William says, his eyes dark and hungry. "Let me see how those underwear look on you."
He helps you into a pair of red, tight briefs. They hug your ass, accentuating every curve. William's hands linger on your hips, his thumbs stroking the crease of your thighs. You shiver, your cock growing hard against the fabric.
"I knew it," he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. "You're a natural."
Your bodies sway together, the sexual tension between you crackling like electricity. William's hands roam your chest, teasing your nipples through the fabric. You moan, your inhibitions dissolving completely.
"Let's take these off," William rasps, tugging at the elastic of your briefs. You step out of them, your hard cock jutting free. William drops to his knees, his eyes locked onto your dick.
"Fuck," you whisper, your hands finding their way into William's soft hair. He takes your length into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head. You throw your head back, lost in the feeling of his lips around you.
"William, I- I've never-"
"It's okay," he assures you, pulling back and looking up. "Let me take care of you. I promise it'll be a fitting you'll never forget."
And as he takes you back into his mouth, his hands gripping your ass, you realize that this is the most satisfying shopping experience you've ever had.