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Silver heat
Date: 9/18/2015, Categories: First Time Gay Male, Author: riterman2
... uh, what did you have in mind? I don't have much money and I wouldn't feel right, your paying for my clothes. It would be kind of strange and awkward, you dressing me. I have been buying my own clothes for a long time." "Listen, Neal, you said you would trust me, right? It would give me true pleasure to outfit you in suitable clothes for sailing. It would be a sort of adventure for me. Like having a son or lover. And, listen, money is nothing. I have been very fortunate and have more than I could ever use in five lifetimes. Another thing. If I outfit you for sailing, if you let me, it would be like your saying that you will come again, because you'll already have the clothes. See, you are really helping me. Won't you please let me do this for you? No, not for you, for me, as a favor. Please. Otherwise we would have to cancel, or I would have to take you home to change." After all that pleading I could scarce refuse. In a moment he was on his cell and a few minutes later, a gleaming pearl gray Jaguar F-Type was pulled up to the gate. "Hop in, don't be shy." "Wow, I'm impressed." "Maybe I'll buy you one," laughing loudly. "Now just wait a minute!" "Just teasing, Lance said, still laughing lightly. You like it?" "Man oh Man!" "Yup, that's my baby," he chuckled, running through the gears, pulling smoothly into traffic. At the store, he had chosen Abercrombies, we were treated like royalty. Lance waved his hand ...
... and a salesperson appeared. Lance spoke with him for a moment and he returned with some items. I tried them all on. For a few moments I was afraid he would have me model the clothes for him, but he didn't. I had half suspected he would follow me into or sit in the dressing room and ogle me, but he did none of those things, he merely guided me to the proper choices. In the end I was dressed in fine fashion for sailing, White cotton shorts, a white polo, a soft wool blend sweater, knotted by its arms around my neck, and white cotton socks in Gill deck shoes. He wouldn't let me see the bill. "Hmm, one more thing, I think," Lance said, taking me lightly by the arm and guiding me to a rack of designer sun glasses. Again I felt that odd sensation as his hands touched my naked arm, not an electric shock like static electricity, but more of a flowing energy that spread from the touched spot through my body. These were the first items I had seen in the store with a price on them. The cheapest pair were $125. Lance gestured for me to pick. Finally, I got into the spirit and went through about twenty pair 'til I chose a pair I thought were perfect. I caught my reflection on the way out and thought I looked like one of those people I had always envied. But I had to admit, I looked attractive, even to me. Back in the Jag, lance glanced over at me and grinned. "Not that you weren't attractive before, but, now you are really looking delicious!" Odd choice of words I thought, ...