CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE Tate

"He's incredible," the salesman said, cupping his hand near his mouth to avoid Luke hearing him. "Where did you ever find such a specimen?"

"I didn't find him," I corrected, miffed at the old queen's behavior. "He's my client," I added for some reason, hoping an assumed professional relationship would calm the man down.

"Better for me," he quipped, talking to me, but keeping his eye squarely on the dressing room. "Maybe I should go see if he needs my help."

"Maybe you should stay right here," I stated. "I'll go check on him."

I was embarrassed by myself. At the first sign of someone expressing sexual interest in Luke, I immediately became territorial. My visceral need for Luke to be mine astonished me. The sad truth was that once Luke was away from a judgmental small town like Madras, that saw him as strange, and was in a larger city like Portland, he became interesting to others.

Of course, Luke was desirable to people. He was a spectacular-looking young man who appeared to have been carved from marble, and then given a pulse so he could walk amongst us mere mortals. Young men like Luke were a rarity. He had the beauty and the body, but the extra quality he possessed, the one that drove people like the salesman crazy, was that he had zero clue about the effect he had on others.

"How are you doing?" I asked, standing outside the dressing room door.

"Did he give me the wrong size?" Luke asked, sounding slightly out of breath. "Can you come in here and look? I think the jeans are too tight, Tate."

He opened the door and my jaw practically hit the floor. Luke stood naked in the middle of the small room, with the jeans he was trying on around his ankles and his boxers on the floor. I quickly stepped in and slammed the door shut.

Witnessing Luke fully naked under the bright fluorescent lights all but caused me to stroke out. The shyness exhibited on his face couldn't hide the sheer masculine look of him standing there in front of me without a stitch of clothing on.

"You're naked," I said, stating the obvious.

He made no attempt to hide his dick from me, and I couldn't help but follow his sharp obliques as they slanted down to his large endowment. His thick thighs were forced together because his ankles were stuck inside his jeans on the floor, which only caused his cock to push out further.

He grabbed my shoulder to stay standing. "I'm stuck. I can't get them on or off," he whispered. "The jeans don't feel right."

I moved my hand behind his back to support his standing, resting it just above the large globes of his smooth ass. He was enormous as I stood beside him in the cramped space. His bare chest was perspiring slightly from struggling to try the jeans on.

"Can you pull them up?"

"I tried. I even took my undergarment off to see if that helped," he admitted, explaining why he was buck naked and driving me wild. "They were nearly to my thighs once, but they hugged my legs too tightly and wouldn't go any further."

"Lemme see," I said, wondering how I could help without manhandling him. Trust me, I wanted to manhandle him, or be manhandled, whatever my role was to be.

I kneeled in front of him, trying to avoid a face full of cock as he held both of my shoulders while I reached for the waist of the jeans and tugged. "See?" he asked. "They feel strange."

I tapped his leg. "Step out of them," I urged.

"I tried that too," he admitted. "My feet are stuck in the narrow openings at the bottom."

If Luke wasn't so frantic, I'd have laughed my ass off, but he genuinely looked stricken over how his first attempt at the outside world's fashion was working out for him.

Luke sat back on a small bench and lifted his feet off the floor. I tugged hard until I could get his feet disentangled, falling back against the dressing room door, now basically sitting in front of him while his legs could finally spread and his huge balls and cock hung loosely in my face.

His thick shaft hung between his legs, slightly to the right, full and meaty. Even in its flaccid state, his dick was definitely more than a mouthful. The head was also huge and shroomy, his pubic hair scarce and blond.

Suck him off, Tate. Suck his cock right now, right here, in this dressing room. Show him how good of a cocksucker you are.

I fought to maintain my composure as I struggled to my feet, losing my balance and falling forward into Luke. He quickly grabbed my arms and saved me from crashing face-first into the full-length mirror beside him, moving me instead to his lap.

We were face-to-face, neither of us saying a thing, me fully clothed, him naked. His breath hitched as he held my arms tightly, supporting my weight on his lap. I froze, unable to stand while he had my wrists in his control.

In my opinion, Luke had no idea how strong he truly was, and for a moment my mind flashed to a long-held fantasy of a big muscular man like him pinning me down and making love to me, forcing me to give in to his strength.

Luke's eyes studied mine, and I'm certain that what seemed like hours was only seconds, while we both wondered what to do next. I did, in fact, want to suck his cock right there. What he wanted wasn't as obvious to me, but I felt his erect cock stirring underneath me as I sat there trying to decide if this was indeed a sexual moment.

He moved his face closer to mine, our lips on a collision course. He was going to kiss me, and yes, I was going to suck his cock like he'd never had it sucked, draining his balls to completion so he could spit fuck me against the dressing room walls. Well, in my mind, anyway.

"Are you two okay in there?" The salesman asked, leaning against the door.

I jumped out of Luke's lap, shocked at hearing a voice just outside the door. He grabbed his white boxers off the floor, laying them over the massive erection he'd developed.

"He has the wrong size jeans," I hollered, too loudly, certain the salesman thought we were messing around in the small space.

"They're stretch denim," the salesman defended. "I thought they'd look good on his body type."

I was sexually frustrated. Luke was embarrassed and sat frozen on the bench, his eyes wide and pleading with me.

"He can't wear skinny jeans," I said, handing the jeans over the door. "Please get him relaxed fit with the same waist size. Longer on the inseam," I added, my back to the door as I leaned against it, gawking at Luke's naked body with desire.

I watched as Luke stood, his cock exposed when he moved the boxers to put them on. He was still fully erect even though we'd been interrupted. My confusion with how immodest he was behaving kept me from coming up with a believable reason for him to remain nude.

Whatever the exciting moment we'd shared was, it had passed far too speedily for my taste. He was going to kiss me before we were so rudely interrupted. What that could've led to was still rolling around in my overstimulated brain.

"I'll wait outside," I said. "Maybe I should check to see if he needs me to help pick out jeans."

"Can you please stay here with me?" Luke reached for my hand, sliding his into mine. "I've never done this before. I want to make sure I choose the right clothes. You know, stuff you'd like me to wear," he added.

Suddenly, I felt guilty about suggesting Luke have a new wardrobe. Had I insisted? Was his looking ‘normal' something I needed, or did I truly think he'd be more hirable if he looked like the rest of us in what he called the outside world?

"You don't have to do this, Luke," I quietly offered. "If you don't feel right about it, maybe we should pass on this idea."

"I want you to be proud of me when we go places," he said. "But to be honest, skinny jeans aren't me, Tate."

I squeezed his hand. "I know that, Luke, and I'm sorry for allowing a stranger to pick out your clothes. Also, just so we're clear on this. I am proud of you, and how you dress could never change that."

"Can we get some regular jeans? Maybe plain T-shirts?" he asked. "I really like how you look, Tate. Always so stylish and stuff, but I'm not that man."

I opened my arms wide. "Come here." Luke stepped forward, now in his boxers, and I wrapped my arms around his neck while he rested his chin on my shoulder. "You're the perfect man, Luke. Don't let me, or any other person you encounter in your life, ever change that."

Luke's hands went to the small of my back and he pulled me closer. The sexual tension of minutes earlier was gone. We stood quietly in the middle of a very small room, gently swaying together as we embraced. I felt safe.

I hoped Luke did, too.