I was recently having some new slacks hemmed for the holidays. They fit fine just needing a hem, he is tugging lightly at the fabric at the crease to see how they will hit my shoe. Then he reaches up at the top of the crease near the crotch, tugs at that, jiggling my cock (I’m freeballing of course and my cock is hanging over into the right pant leg) and he asks if I want this “adjusted”? I said “well I think they are fine?” I knew it showed a bit but they are modern very low-rise slacks and not much you can do about it. He asks if they are lined, I say no, then asks to see how much fabric there is in the inseam and while feeling therightness of the waist just opens the front and starts to unzip them. I’ve been in 2 or 3 times before, so he’s kind of familiar with me, and I just roll with the action. He lowers Themistocles below my ass, turns them back and says there isn’t enough fabric to “ease the crotch”. He stays very matter of fact with my cock hanging less than a foot from his face. He didn’t push it any further, and I did look to see if I noticed any chubby in his pants (no), so I didn’t persue it any further. Funny thing was when I picked them up last week, he asked if I wanted to try them on. I said not necessary, but he said if I wasn’t in hurry he’d make sure they hung correctly, so I did. Again I was freeballing, hurriedly and casually didn’t pull the curtain all the way and he watched and kept talking about weather, etc as I changed. I came out and stood on the box, he says they look fine, looks right at my obvious cock and says “oh yea, no extra fabric, can’t fix. Today’s pants very short rise, it’s ok the cock shows I guess “as he tugs at the pockets and waist. I just agree, saying “yea I guess so, what are you gonna do?” While kind of laughing.
Will definitely keep him as a tailor. Im surprised I didn’t get a woody, it was very hot to talk matter of factly like that about my cock.