Page 32 of Beau Pair
“Right,” he mumbles, and swallows, his Adam’s apple pulsing in his neck as he does so. “Sleeve,” he says in the same tone, and with delicate fingers touches my shoulder and runs the tape along the length of my arm.
He’s shaking. He’s twitchy. And fuck me, my body loves it. It’s not just my cock that reacts to his shyness and the effect I have on him. It’s my stomach that hardens even though it feels hollow and full at the same time underneath. It’s my neck that tenses because I can’t breathe. It’s my nipples that go hard from one moment to the next. It’s my entire skin that pimples under his ghostly touch.
I don’t know how I manage, but I stay still while he measures my torso and arms, wrists, and back. When he steps aside to write the last number in, I take a deep breath.
Almost there. We’ve almost made it.
Then he goes and puts his notebook under his arm and steps closer again, tape in hand, putting it around my butt and bringing it all the way to the front. As he joins the ends of the tape to get the measurement, my dick hardens right under his knuckles, and I bite my lip.
Awkward.
But I guess it’s only fair. I caught him naked and erect. We can only move forward if he catches me naked and erect. It’s not awkward if you’ve both seen each other horny and in a compromising position. Right?
His movements become even slower. He removes the tape to write down the number, and I think I’m safe.
Of course, I think it too soon, because the next thing he does is drop to his knees and I think, now, we’re in serious trouble.
It’s like all my fantasies about him are coming true, but in a freaky kind of way. I can’t imagine this going any way other than bad. As if being vulnerable in front of him isjustbad and notsuperbad.
I watch him as he measures my calf, then my thigh. He’s still shaking. He’s still twitchy. And I’m not faring any better because I’m still hard as anything.
Things are bad. Things are more than bad. This is a terrible idea, and I don’t know what we were both thinking when we decided that the way to get over the awkwardness of getting caught masturbating was getting naked and measuring body parts.
I let out a deep breath, and Beau looks up at me.
I wish he didn’t. Because now his eyes look at me all innocent, and all I can see is needy, big lips close to my crotch. Too close for comfort.
“Are you… okay?” he asks.
I nod my head fast. A bit too fast. Too eager to show I’m fine, when, in fact, I’m not.
Beau gives me another awkward smile and turns his attention to my body. He can see my erection. There’s no way he can’t.Ican see it, and last time I checked, Beau isn’t blind, sohecan definitely see it.
Things can’t get any worse than this. This is torture.
And once again, I realize how wrong I am.
Because the next thing he does is press the end of the tape to my ankle and stretch the tape over my leg. All the way up to my crotch.
“Sorry,” he says when his finger brushes my balls. “I have to take the inseam.”
“It’s… okay,” I croak.
His hand moves from one leg to the other, and this time, his hand brushes against my hard cock, which is supposed to sit quietly and tilted to the side. Only how can it when Beau is touching me all over.
“Uh-oh,” I say, all self-restraint, all resolution going out the window.
Beau likes me and, come on, my body likes him too.
I like him.
So what the fucking hell?
I grab his hand, the one almost touching my cock, and press it firmly over my hardness.
“This was a bad idea,” I say, and I can’t take my eyes off Beau, who’s looking up at me, swallowing very slowly, his hand still over my dick.
“Uh-huh,” he says, and grips me.
