Drat! Out of blue yarn again! I was working on a baby afghan for one of my straight buddies' newborn and had yet again forgotten to buy more yarn for it. My expansive yarn collection had everything else but blue, and so I knew I had to head to the yarn shop. There was a new one that opened downtown and the ads I'd seen looked like it had quality yarn at reasonable prices, so I grabbed my car keys and checked my reflection in the hall mirror.

Some years earlier, I'd started crocheting as a hobby, enjoying using my hands to create beautiful things while I watched television or DVDs instead of hauling food to my mouth because I was bored. Along with a more sensible diet and exercise, I was able to get back the stronger, healthier and much sexier body I'd had in my early thirties before I started eating my way thru the evening news. Now with the thirty-two inch waist and six pack of my younger days, I was more confident of my looks and so, wearing a tight t-shirt that showed off my hard work and a pair of jeans that left nothing to the imagination, I smiled at my handsome face and body and headed downtown.

The shop was inside a converted home, with the business on the first floor and living quarters on the upper floor. The main spaces of the house were the shop itself, displays of yarn and supplies in easy to see boxes and organized in simple to understand 'guy' language. Comfortable chairs were interspersed among the merchandise as well as one large area in the old dining room that seemed to be set up as a training space. Near the front stairs was the cash register and standing there with a kind smile was a gentleman not much older than I.

"Hi, my name is Chuck! Welcome to the Yarn Shoppe!" He came around the counter and I shook his hand, a very firm and dry handshake that was quite pleasant. "I'm the owner of this place. Strange that I haven't seen very many people yet, you're one of the first ones that have stopped by. Care for a cup of coffee?"

"Thank you, Chuck, I'd love a cup of coffee. My name's Mike and I saw your ad in the 'Marksman,' so I thought I'd come down to see you." I followed him down a hallway to the kitchen, where a platter of muffins sat on an old farmhouse table and a large urn of coffee was bubbling merrily beside it. Heavy old diner style coffee cups sat upside down on a tray beside the urn, and Chuck whisked two of them upright, shot coffee into both and then handed me one, pushing the little tray with cream and sugar towards me. "Thanks, Chuck, but I've started to take my coffee black, too many calories in all the fixins' to work off now."

He laughed, a good strong masculine one, and pushed the tray of muffins back to where it belonged. "You hardly have any problem with weight, Mike, at least from what that t-shirt tells me." I thanked him and noted that the same could be said of him, for he had to be my age as well and was in great shape. We chatted a bit about the area and then he abruptly got up and headed out to the front. I heard a door lock and some paper flipping, and then he returned. "I figured we could use some privacy, Mike, just in case we decided to get more personal and some little old lady wandered in."

I laughed at that and, feeling very comfortable with Chuck, settled down to a great talk with him. Soon we were like old friends and had told each other just about everything in our lives, both of us somewhat startled to discover that we'd had similar experiences in the forty + years of our lives. Chuck had taken up crochet himself about the same time as I had, but for him it was to de-stress from a very demanding job that was also a homophobic place to work and finally he quit, closing that chapter of his life and entering a new one with this shop. "Yeah, I discovered that I'd much rather chat with the old ladies and surprise them with my knowledge of yarns and stitches than be hassled multiple times a day at my old job." He looked around the place with a grin and then said, "Besides, I get to meet good looking men occasionally like you, Mike, and it makes me glad I started the store." He got a crafty look on his face and then said, "I should show you, now that we have some privacy, one of the finished goods I plan to sell." He got up from the table and walked away, my eyes watching his nicely shaped butt in his jeans and thinking that he was one fine looking man. When he returned, he had a small box that he pushed towards me. I opened it, and inside were objects of different colors and sizes, but all of them were shaped in a vaguely familiar shape. When I looked back at Chuck, he was grinning and nodding at me.

"That's right, Mike, those are what I call 'willywarmers,' for those cold nights when you want to keep your 'willy' warm." I laughed at that, and then looked more closely at the objects themselves.

Each one was made of a soft yarn, the crochet stitches tight and even as they started at the tip of the 'willy' and then ran down to form a tube, widening greatly between six or ten inches to form a large cup at the other end. A yarn tie with pompoms at each end seemed to pull the opening closed for a snug fit. I looked back at Chuck who was trying hard not to laugh, and finally the two of us burst into girlish giggles.

"Yeah, I know, it seems kinda silly," said Chuck between giggling and outright laughing, "but there's a niche market out there for toys and such, and I figured why not put my skill to good use? They are inexpensive, cheaper than some leather ones I've seen and they can be made in different colors and yarns. The interesting thing I found is that when you have fitted the warmer perfectly, the starting knot at the top of the shaft fits nicely into your cock's piss slit and somehow keeps you horny."

"No way," I said, selecting one that was about nine inches in shaft length in a nice green color. I pushed my hand into the shaft part and felt the small knot that was indeed in the right place and looked back at Chuck.

"We can try these on, they are basic stock and I custom make those I sell," said Chuck as he pulled off his shirt to reveal a hairy yet very muscular chest and tight abs. He kicked off his shoes and then reached for the waistband of his jeans. "You know, Mike, its easier to put them on without clothing, so you might want to peel off those duds." I grinned back and ended the 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' game and pulled of my clothing to stand naked with Chuck.

He walked the few feet that separated us and placed his hands on my shoulders, feeling the muscles there with his mouth forming a small 'o' of desire. I reciprocated by feeling his full, hairy pecs and tight ripped abs, and then we simultaneously grasped each other's ass and squeezed hard, both of us gasping a bit as our hardening cocks pressed against the other. "Sorry," Chuck said as he released me and stepped back to the safety zone of the few feet of before, "You're too damn good looking and with such a sexy body I had to feel it."

"Same here, buddy, you're one sexy daddy."

He grinned at me and then selected one of the warmers, pushing his half hard cock into the shaft and adjusting his balls into the cupped lower end. He secured the warmer to his package by pulling on the yarn tie until the end cinched up, then tied a cute bow and allowed the ends with the pompoms to hand down between his thighs like another set of balls. I pushed my cock into the warmer I'd selected, and discovered a few things right away. Indeed, when the head of my cock pressed against the end of the warmer, the knot did a good job of entering my piss slit and it did feel rather nice. The yarn maintained a firm grip on my shaft and slid well up and down as I moved. My cupped balls felt wonderful inside and when I cinched up the end, tying it off like Chuck had, my entire package felt energized and was moving towards a full erection, something that Chuck's cock had already done, the yarn stretching to accommodate the extra couple of inches.

"Yes, it does feel good," I acknowledged, stroking myself by accident and enjoying the light scratch of the yarn as it moved over my shaft and cockhead.

"Keep stroking yourself if you want, Mike, these guys are fully washable and so you can't mess them up badly. Nobody's used them either; you're the first guy I've felt comfortable enough with to show them too." Chuck was already stroking his meat, a little bit of precum clearly at the tip of his warmer as he thrust his hips forward.

This time it was I that moved out of the safety zone and towards Chuck, one hand reaching for his thick pecs while my other reached downward to grasp his yarn covered shaft, now almost dampened with precum. "I bet it feels even better to have somebody stroke you," I whispered as I began working his shaft and letting my free hand rub his hairy chest. Chuck only took a second before his hands were working my body and cock as well, and soon we were both groaning from the sexual heat and the intense feeling of the warmers on our equipment.

Suddenly, Chuck pulled away from me and peeled off his warmer, his cock thick and wet with precum as he tossed the warmer back into the box. "Wait here, Mike, I'll be right back!" He hustled up the back set of stairs and soon came down with another box. "I think we'll find this one even more stimulating." He reached out and untied my warmer, then pulled it off me. That sensation almost made me shoot, but then he pulled out of the box something that looked like a dumbbell with two openings at each end. When I saw the yarn ties and pompoms at both ends, I realized what he had in mind.

Soon we were wearing what he called the 'double willywarmer' and this felt even better, for not only did the yarn stroke our shafts and massage our ball sacks as we moved, but now our cock heads pressed against each other. No hands were needed to stroke anymore as we discovered by just moving our hips in a fucking motion we stroked each other quite well, leaving our hands to wander over the other's body at will. We were both so stimulated from the first willywarmers that it didn't take long and soon we were both moaning as our orgasms hit at nearly the same time, our man juices spurting hard at each other's cock and dribbling out of the yarn casing as we continued fucking our cocks against the others. Soon it was over, and we carefully loosened the ties to release our spent cocks.

"Some ride, huh?" said Chuck as he tossed the soaked double warmer back into its box. "I'd hoped it would work as well as the single warmers, cumming with that knot in your piss slit is pretty intense too, but I'd wanted to feel what it was like to have another cockhead pressing against mine."

"Damn, I haven't had that good of sex in a long time, Chuck! That's one wild thing you've created! All I've made are baby afghans, something that used quite a bit after the cock's shot its load. Your creation gets right to the source!" He laughed at that and pulled me into a big bear hug, something I didn't mind at all, and then we both headed up the stairs to get cleaned up. After a nice shower together and a little more play, we were back down in the kitchen, getting dressed and now having one of the muffins that we now felt that we'd burned enough calories to enjoy.

"Guess I better open up again," Chuck said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Need to make some sales today." I nodded and, finishing up my coffee I set the mug into the sink, then the two of us left the back end of the house to head to the front.

"Oh yeah, some blue baby yarn," I remembered, and Chuck helped me find what I needed. When I pulled out my wallet he just waved it away.

"Dude, after helping me 'test' the warmers, you can have that as my thank you gift." I smiled at him and, checking to make sure no little old ladies were near the windows of the shop, quickly gave him a big kiss.

"Thank you, Chuck! I'm sure I'll need to get more yarn much more often!" We both laughed at that and I went on home, smiling to myself and in the afterglow of some great sex, thinking strongly that I was quite attracted to Chuck.

Needless to say, we got together often enough that we decided to live together above the shop. I began helping out, leaving my other job and thinking I made the right move, for Chuck's shop (or as he said, our shop) made enough money to keep us both happy and with enough stock to keep customers happy. When the shop closed for the evening, we'd head upstairs and, pulling on one of the double 'willywarmers,' get ourselves off and then take a leisurely bath before having dinner and relaxing by the television, both of us crocheting more stock for the gay market that had fallen in love with the willywarmers. Strangely, we never did have any anal sex together, but then, when you have two tops interested in each other, the double willywarmer works just fine.