Had to buy a new suit a few weeks ago for a wedding I am going to later this month. The dude at the suit shop was helping me pick out pants to go with the jacket. Chill dude, late 20s, a little broy, the kind of dude who probably still reads Maxim Magazine. He and I had been talking for like 20 minutes now and had been joking and chatting. He was very professional, took his job very seriously, and was very hands on, checking all the fits I was trying on with his hands to see how much room there was, but in a professional way.
There was a 32” and a 34” pants. I tried on the 32” just to see how it fit. They were so tight in the crotch and high wasted so the inseam went all the way up past my junk. My cock and balls snaked down my left pant-leg, and you could clearly make out everything. All the way to my circumcised cockhead 5 inches down, through the pants and my boxer-briefs.
He had me step up on the tailor stand to look at them with the full suit on. As he came around to the front he looked down at my crotch and didn’t skip a beat. He just said “Oh! Wow. Ok, ok. Hmmmmm. Well, with this pair you are definitely gonna get a lot more attention” fully just looking at my crotch and considering it. Not trying to hide he was looking, but as my tailor actually trying to decide if this was too much bulge, or the perfect amount.
I was two feet above him on the stand, so I was even more on display, and my crotch was closer to his eye level.
He put his thumbs on the sides of the waste-band, and gave the pants a strong tug up to see how much give there was. (something he had done with the jacket). My package didn’t move an inch. My cock and balls were painted to the inside of the crotch. He just casually said “ok, ok, hmmmm, not a lot of room left in there. I think you’re at full capacity in these man”
He stepped back, examined the rest of the pants, leg length, etc. Then came back to consider the crotch again. Without looking at me, just looking at my junk, considering, he just said “ It’s up to you man. Both pairs fit. It’s really about comfort at this point. But if you go with this pair….. the mother of the bride is definitely gonna want to dance with you”. And he left it at that. And went on to talk about the jacket. Truly just 4 minutes of a tailor helping me consider my fat bulge in my pants, and if it was the right move. Seemed like he was used to having this conversation with other hung dudes. I know it’s hard to believe but it was really not sexual at all.
I got the tighter pair by the way.
It was a wild experience. Anyone else had any wild experiences with tailors and fittings?