Halloween was fast approaching, and I didn't have a costume. Usually I avoid the whole thing and hide out somewhere until it's over (can't stand the little monsters coming to my house for candy, anyway), but my friends had other ideas and told me that I had to get out and have some fun for a change. So here I was, three days before THE DAY, and finding that everything had been so picked over for adults that it would cost me an arm and a leg to put something together.

It was almost six o'clock and I still didn't have a costume. The stores were closing around me, indeed, I had been ever so politely asked to leave from the last one so that the girl could close her shop and get home to her boyfriend. As I stood, upset and slightly angry, I heard a sound behind me.

"Hey, what's up, man?" I turned and saw a good-looking young man, perhaps in his mid twenties, with long black hair, moustache and goatee standing in the doorway of the shop behind me. He smiled and said, "C'mon in and take a load off." I smiled back and followed him inside.

Everywhere I looked in this shop were fetish accessories and implements. Mannequins stood in pairs or threesomes, dressed in leather and other, more shiny or stretchy fabrics. Whips, chains and objects meant to be inserted in various parts of the human body were on the walls and in glass cases. "So, fella, what's the problem? You looked pretty unhappy outside," said the young man as he guided me to a leather couch in the back of the store.

Strangely, I felt quite comfortable and safe, and told my story to the young man. "That's a real bummer," he said, turning to the little kitchenette off to the side of the store. "Would you like some hot chocolate? I always have a cup in the evening while I wait for customers." I accepted a cup, and we sat drinking hot chocolate for a few minutes before he stood up and, grabbing my hand, pulled me to my feet.

"Hey, I know just what would be right for your costume!" He led me over to a dressing room in the back of the store and told me to get my clothes off. "I'll hand you your costume and you just pull it on... If you need help, I'll come in."

A couple of minutes later I was naked in the dressing room, shivering a little bit and also a little concerned. Hey, I'm a big guy with the worked muscles to prove it, and so I wasn't too worried about being sexually assaulted. No, I was more concerned about hidden cameras, etc., when a reddish object was thrown over the door and the guy said, "Try this on."

I grabbed the object and held it up. It was a very smooth and rubbery material that was made into a bodysuit, feet encased all the way up to the neck and arms. A zipper closed the back and made the suit completely seamless. I struggled into the thing for a good ten minutes before calling to the guy outside. "Hey, buddy, I can't seem to get into this, what should I do?"

The clerk came back and handed me a bottle of baby powder. "Sometimes you need to powder down your skin so that you can get into it." I took the bottle and, bewildered, stood there another minute or two until I heard the dressing room door unlock and he stepped in. "Since it's your first time, I'll help you out." He looked at my body and smiled, and held out his hand, saying, "Since I now know a LOT about you, perhaps we should begin using our first names! I'm Eric."

I laughed, and shook his hand, replying, "Mike. Thanks a lot, Eric, I can't even figure out what this stuff is made of."

Eric took the baby powder and began liberally coating my feet and legs with the light smelling powder, rubbing it into my skin almost like a caress. He powdered my arms, chest and back, and then almost coyly powdered my butt, spending a bit more time on this area then on any of the others. I grinned, since my ass is really a work of art, or at least a work of the gym, and most people have told me so. He told me to turn around and soon the soft touch of the powder and his hands began working over my crotch, gently coating my expanding cock and throbbing balls. "There, I think that will do it," Eric said, his hands still cupping my equipment as he looked into my eyes. He saw the answering look in there, and smiled, letting go of me and grabbing the suit on the floor. "OK, feet first and I'll guide you in."

I stepped into the opening and the material slid onto my feet and legs like nothing else. Eric held the arms open and I slipped into them easily, the material molding over my front like satin. Eric walked around me and pulled the seat over my own, again caressing my ass a little bit more than necessary, and smoothing the seat constantly before zipping me up. When the zipper met at the neck, he stepped back and turned me towards the full length mirror.

In the mirror was the image of myself, but encased in a skintight suit that accentuated every muscle I had and brought forth ones I didn't think I had. My calves and thighs flared in the suit, and my chest muscles looked three times bigger. I turned and noted the flare of my back and shoulder muscles, and smiled at the large muscular mound of my ass in the tight fabric. Eric looked mighty pleased with himself, and reached into a small cabinet near the door. "Here, let me shine it up for you."

He pulled out a spray bottle and a soft terry cloth, and began spraying the material everywhere, lightly stroking the cloth over my body as he sprayed. My GOD, the feeling was incredible, it was as if the best masseur in the world was working over the individual cells of skin with the best oils in the world! The sensations were getting me really hot, and my cock began to expand even further, pressing against the fabric in high relief. Eric noticed this and, when the rest of the suit was shiny and bright, he sprayed my crotch and stroked the cloth over my boner, sending me into orbit.

"Geez, Eric, stop that..." Naturally, I DIDN'T want him to stop, but I also didn't want to make a mess in the suit I as yet hadn't purchased. Eric grinned and kept stroking me with the cloth in front while his other hand massaged my hard butt muscles.

"Your body looks and feels fantastic in the suit, Mike, and I just love touching you. Hope you don't mind..." Hell, even if I DID mind, I would have let him do just what he was doing at that time. I was just at the shooting point when he abruptly stopped and stepped away from me.

I turned towards him and said, puzzled and a little frustrated, "Hey, why'd you stop?"

Eric said, "Just wait a minute, I'll take care of something and I'll be right back." He left the dressing room and I heard some odd sounds like moving metal and locks before he returned. "OK, the store's closed. We won't be disturbed." He began pulling off his own clothing, revealing a trim, hairy body and a good-sized package between his legs. "Lie down on your belly, Mike, and I'll show you something really wild."

I did as he bade, and he sprayed a different solution on my entire back side. In one fluid movement, he was on top of me, his hard cock pressing up against my ass and his chest against my back. "Check this out," he breathed into my ear, "you'll never need a rubber again." With that, he pressed his cock into my butt and damned if the suit didn't stretch to allow him inside me!

I groaned with pleasure as he entered me, and soon he was fucking me like nobody's business. The suit was really resilient, for it followed his cock as if it was attached to it. The mirrors that were placed around the dressing room, allowed me to see my rear end as he pushed inside and pulled out, so I could see the fabric actually smoothing back over my ass, only a small dimple over my butthole showed any indication that there was anything going on. He thrust back inside me and began humping me hard, and I was back to that shooting point. I gasped, and said, "Eric, I'm about to blow here, are you sure I can do this inside the suit?"

He panted back, "Go ahead, let it fly, I'm ready to shoot too, and I definitely plan to do so inside you!"

That's all it took. One thrust later I was filling my lower half with hot, freshly whipped cum, and the sensations of the liquid, my cock and the fabric brought me close to a continuous orgasm. Eric cried out and I felt his orgasm inside me, the spurts against my tender prostate felt like pistons. He lay inside me until his cock softened and slipped out, the fabric, even stretched as long as it had been, easing out of my ass along with his cock and returning to its original shape. I turned my head and met his lips, sharing the closeness that only a good fuck can give, and then he stood up and began spraying off the back of the suit.

"OK, Mike, so, what do you think of the suit?"

I got up and let him clean me off, and helped me out of the suit. "I'm ready to buy, but first, tell me. What is this thing made of?"

"Its called Latex, and its the same stuff that rubbers are made of."

I examined the rear of the suit and noted that it was completely smooth, no indication that it had stretched at all to allow Eric's cock to enter me. I smiled and grinned at him as he turned the suit inside out and sprayed it down to clean it. Eric put his arms around me and hugged me tightly.

"That was the best sex I've had in a long time, thank you, Mike." He kissed me and we began to put back on our clothes. As he bent over to pull up his underwear, I noticed how nice his trim hairy butt was, and placed my hands on the mounds."Do you fit into a suit around here?" I said, stroking his butt muscles. He nodded, and pressed backwards into my hands. "Want to model it for me?" He nodded again and left the room, coming back into the room with a black, slightly smaller version of my red latex suit. He pulled off his underwear as I removed the rest of my clothing and I reached for the baby powder...

Afterwards, as we cleaned the suit and each other up, he pulled me close and asked me if I liked my new costume. I smiled and told him yes, and we got dressed. We returned to the front counter and he began to ring up the sale. "Eric," I said, leaning on the counter and leering at him, "I hope that you provide door to door service for your costumes."

He looked at me puzzled, and I continued, "I'll never get into that thing by myself, and you are such an expert, I was hoping you'd make a house call on Halloween and help me into the suit."

He smiled and nodded, and I paid for the suit, giving him my address so that he'd be able to find the place. As I left, I stopped and turned to him, saying, "Oh, yes, Eric! Don't forget to bring the powder and the spray. I've got plenty of terry cloths for us to use over the weekend..." His grin got broader at that and I left the shop, whistling and happy that I not only now had a costume that did double duty as a built in condom, but I also had a new lover to help me use it...