"That suit makes u a horny little lad, doesn't it?"
It was another text from Mr Matthews. Thomas was out at a bar with his co-workers, and he'd just sent Mr Matthews a picture of what he was wearing: a fine navy pinstripe three piece suit with a bright pink and blue striped tie and a lavish pocket square spilling out of his breast pocket.
So Thomas texted back. "Yes sir, it does."
The reply was swift. Mr Matthews sent Thomas a picture of his weathered hand groping his throbbing hard-on in his luxurious suit trousers. Just as Thomas was about to respond, Mr Matthews shot back, "I want to grab you by that prissy little tie of yours and pull you down to suck my cock in my car again."
Thomas loved it when Mr Matthews said sleazy things to him. Mr Matthews was an always immaculately dressed older man in his late-50s-distinguished, even, by most standards-but when the mood hit him, he was a horny old beast. "Oh yes sir. I love sucking your cock in the car."
"You've been a good little prissy fuckboy," Mr Matthews texted back. "So I got you a present."
Thomas sent back a surprised face emoji. And then came the picture. Hanging from an oaken coat hanger was a beautiful new midnight-black tuxedo.
"A tuxedo???" Thomas said.
"That's right. My dandy little sissy boy needs to step up his game for sir. Next time, I want see you in this."
"Oh sir, thank you sir! I'll do my best to please you sir!"
And then another picture, this one of Mr Matthews wearing a tux of his own.
Thomas gasped and hid the face of his phone so his colleagues wouldn't see. Mr Matthews looked like a dapper god in his tuxedo. It was black with luxurious satin lapels and it perfectly contoured to his larger frame. The black satin cummerbund eventuated the mid-sized belly of the older gent and gave him an air of lordliness. The black pants hugged his thick thighs tightly and Thomas thrilled at the sight of the black patent opera pump shoes he was wearing. He thought he could make out the tell-tale sheen of silk sheer socks too.
"Are you wearing that now, sir?" Thomas discreetly messaged back.
"I am, boy. I could pick you up from wherever you are and we can play in these tuxedos."
Thomas was torn, on one hand he didn't want to cut the night short with his colleagues. His sudden disappearances from these events to go and serve his master were beginning to be the source of ridicule. His colleagues didn't know exactly where he was going of course, and Thomas who was deeply in the closet wanted to keep it that way. On the other hand, it was one of his all-time greatest fantasies to have sleazy tuxedo sex with a dominant older man...
"Can you give me 2 hours, sir? I promise I'll make it worth the wait!"
"That will make it midnight when I pick you up, boy. You'll have to make it extremely worth my while. I'm sitting here rock hard in this tuxedo and I need my boys' sissy mouth and sissy boy hole."
"I promise sir! I'll message when I'm ready!"
Thomas put his phone away and returned to his colleagues but first he had to adjust the obvious tenting in his suit pants. The next two hours passed slowly and Thomas fidgeted endlessly. He was awash with guilt and apprehension, here he was pretending he wasn't a dirty little cum slut with his work friends while knowing full well that soon he'd be worshipping and older man's cock. The inordinate amount of vodka he'd consumed made him equal parts uninhibited and horny and it was all he could do to hide his obvious arousal.
At midnight, he sneakily pulled out his phone and shot Mr Matthews a text.
"Ready when you are, sir. Hope you're still awake!"
The response was almost instantaneous. "Meet me in front of Town Hall in 15 minutes."
Thomas quickly finished his drink and bid his colleagues goodnight. Standing up quickly and straightening his suit, he realised he was quite drunk, but pleasantly so... he knew he'd never be able to resist his master's every raunchy desire tonight and he was excited at the thought of what was to come.
Leaving the bar briskly, Thomas made a beeline for the arranged meeting spot. Looking down he could almost see his own reflection in the perfect mirror shine of his black double monk strap shoes. They clicked with an urgent and hurried step on the cobblestones of the sidewalk as he walked.
Arriving a few minutes later, Thomas pulled out his phone and messaged Mr Matthews. "I'm here sir."
Thomas felt self-conscious and awkward standing in front of the grandiose Town Hall building while waiting for his older lover to arrive. He prayed desperately that none of his colleagues would see him get into the car. He'd have difficulty explaining that away!
Soon enough, a familiar black Lexus pulled around the corner and slowly approached the curb. The driver took his time parking, as if to savour and extend the moment of meeting and tease Thomas further. Thomas was desperate to get into the car and hide from any chance encounters with his colleagues, but the dark tinted window remained down and the doors closed. Thomas approached the Lexus and reached for the passenger door handle. He went to open it but found it locked. Suddenly his phone beeped and Thomas jumped with fright.
"Fix your tie and waist-coat first boy. I want you perfect before you see me."
Gripped with the anxiety of being caught, Thomas pinched his tie knot, screwing the silk snug against his cutaway shirt collar, then tried the door again. Still locked. His heart started pounding in his ears-he glanced around, making sure none of his colleagues were about to cross the corner-then nervously squinted in his reflection in the dark glass of the tinted window. He pinched the bottom of the knot more carefully this time, adjusting the dimple, letting the silk puff out slightly on either side, ensuring that the silk arched out of his waistcoat before smoothing his lapels. Just like his master liked it. Then, finally, mercifully, the door unlocked.
With a sigh of relief, Thomas climbed in and shut the door behind him.
"Now you look perfect, son" said Mr Matthews softly. The deep tenor of his master's voice made Thomas lightheaded. His nostrils filled with his master's scent: a fine cologne hinting at tobacco or fragrant wood, but tinged with that horny animal smell of a man in heat, pent up beneath layers of wool and silk. Thomas looked, and sure enough Mr Matthews was there in the driver's seat, his ample belly filling out that stiffly starched tuxedo shirt, broad shoulders accentuated by that perfect midnight black jacket, beefy thighs swelling in his tuxedo trousers. From the neck up he was clean shaven-though with a shadow of irrepressible stubble from having waited so long on Thomas. Soft and gleaming the elegant opera pumps barely covered the arches of Mr Matthews' wide, hefty feet, and the hair all over his ankles and the tops of his feet showed through his sheer silk socks.
Mr Matthews had one hand resting on the steering wheel, and the other seductively rubbing his crotch. He narrowed his eyes, as he slid down the zipper. Stiff and swollen, his cock spilled right out into his hand, the dark mushroom head brushing up against his crisp French cuff and formal cufflinks.
"I've been waiting. You know what to do, dandy boy."
Before Thomas could utter a "Yes, sir" Mr Matthews grabbed him by the tie arching out of his waistcoat and dragged pulled the boy down willingly. Eagerly Thomas wrapped his lips around that throbbing shaft, sliding up and down, his own cock pushing up desperately in his suit trousers as he sucked hungrily. Through the haze of the alcohol, Thomas was delighted. He'd been waiting to do this all night, this was where he belonged.
Mr Matthews purred with satisfaction. "Well, that's a start for making me wait." Thomas wanted to apologize, but he knew better than to speak. All he had to do was worship the gentleman's cock.
Mr Matthews took the car out of park and started driving. As Thomas pleasured his master, he fantasised about everything that was yet to come. Mr Matthews would take him to his apartment, pour him a scotch and take him out to the balcony of his penthouse suite. They'd toast, drink, and then Mr Matthews would invite Thomas to his knees and have him suck the big man's cock in front of the whole city skyline, moaning and grunting and growling, loud enough for the neighbours to hear. Mr Matthews didn't care. And Thomas-well, Thomas would've wanted to do it privately indoors, but he knew that none of his colleagues lived near Mr Matthews, so he figured it was safe. He also had to admit that the thrill of potentially being seen added to the experience. But, even so, Thomas always checked carefully when he left Mr Matthews apartment, making sure he wouldn't be seen.
His mind shifting back to the task at hand, Thomas focused on licking up the salty precum, his nostrils filling with the aroma of that velvety tuxedo wool. Sooner than expected, Thomas felt the car grinding over what sounded like gravel. The pavement seemed bumpier somehow, less even, as the car lurched to a halt. Thomas looked up.
"Wait. Sir, this isn't your apartment, sir." Turning off the engine, Mr Matthews smiled seductively. "I know."
The headlights of the Lexus illuminated what looked like a construction site. A huge concrete structure sat in the middle of it, several stories high. It looked deserted but eerie and ominous this late at night.
"You know I love taking my boy on outdoor sex adventures, well it's time we stepped it up. This building is one my company is working on so I know we'll be alone tonight."
Thomas was equal parts nervous and aroused at the thought of fucking in his immaculate 3 piece suit in this dirty and rough location. Hopefully there were no security guards!
"First things first, my boy. I want you to put the tux on that I bought for you. It's in the back seat of the car. Take it out and get changed in the headlights where I can see you."
Obediently, Thomas exited the vehicle and collected the garment bag from the back seat. Walking around to the front of the car he lay the bag down and unzipped it slowly. With a slow and deliberate motion, he drew his new tuxedo out and marvelled at it. It was a three piece tuxedo, midnight black like sir's, with large peak satin lapels. There was a crisp white wingtip shirt with onyx studs in the bag as well as a luxuriously thick black satin self-tie bow tie. The waist-coat was low cut and lined with dark blue satin. Stroking the lapels lovingly, Thomas' cock strained against his pants as he imagined what would happen to him in this incredible outfit in a few moments.
