Page 123 of The Build-a-Boyfriend Project

“Okay.” Eli reclines back on the bed, watching Peter stretch, the costume lacking the give it once did as he reaches for the zipper and pulls it down in a single move. Eli grabs onto Peter’s hands, freeing his fingers from the sewn-in gloves and watches as Peter yanks the top half of the costume free. He’s even sexier with his chest and arms naked, his soft belly poking out over his waist, broad chest on full display, nipples hard. Eli has to resist the urge to reach up, to cup Peter’s tits, desperate to feel the pillowy, unflexed flesh in his hands.

But he has a job to do, and he reaches out to help Peter slide down the rest of the costume before Peter stops.

“Wait.” Peter tells him, hands on top of Eli’s. “I, uh . . . the costume wouldn’t fit with my underwear.”

“You went commando?”

“It kept bunching up.” Peter’s nervousness comes back in an instant. “And it was uncomfortable. That’s why my dick kept showing through.”

“You weren’t wearing any underwear? All night long?”

“I . . .” Peter stares down to where Eli sits in front of his crotch. “Yeah?”

“I hate how hot that is.”

“Really?”

Eli nods, biting his lip.

“Right, yeah.” Peter lets Eli’s hands go, allowing Eli to peel the costume further down. First there’s Peter’s belly, the skin below his navel coated in a sparse trail of black hair.

I guess it’s called a “happy trail” for a reason, Eli thinks, letting the costume fall further and further. He’s faced with the bush of Peter’s pubic hair, before he finally lays eyes on the base of Peter’s erection, tucked into the right leg of the costume until it eventually springs forward.

He takes him slowly, opening his mouth wider and wider, careful of the graze of his teeth while also desperately trying not to overthink it. Eli wants to lose himself in the action, inviting Peter to put his hands back in his curls, pushing him further and further down, inch by careful inch.

“Fuck.” Peter sighs as Eli takes half of Peter’s cock. “Eli . . . you’re perfect.”

“Haven’t heard that one before.” Eli lets a laugh slip past his smile as he takes a breath. His lips go to Peter’s tip, licking at the precum there before he dares to go deeper and deeper and deeper with each swallow.

He hates how good Peter tastes; how he smells after being stuck in a spandex costume for the last four hours.

Peter pulls, urging Eli on until Eli is met with his bush of pubic hair. He has to stop there, his gag reflex triggering. He’s careful, though, pulling away from Peter’s cock slowly, his tongue running down the hard length.

“We could do more. If you want,” Eli offers.

“I, uh . . .” Peter’s fingers trace Eli’s cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind Eli’s ear. “I don’t have lube, or condoms.”

Eli grins. “There are other ways to get off, Peter.”

“Right, yeah.”

“Have you ever had sex with a vagina?” Eli already knows the answer to the question before Peter shakes his head. “Right, I can show you.”

“Please,” he begs.

Eli scoots back onto the bed, unlacing his shorts and pulling his T-shirt over his head to throw in the corner. For a moment he considers being self-conscious about the jockstrap that he wore all night, but there was literally no pair of underwear that he owns that wouldn’t show through the leg of the shorts. And unlike Peter, he wasn’t willing to go commando in front of a bunch of strangers.

Peter climbs onto the bed, helping Eli pull down his shorts. “Oh . . .” Peter whispers when he sees what Eli’s wearing.

“Not a problem, right?”

“You know how you definitely don’t have a costume kink?” Peter says to him.

Eli smiles. “Yeah?”

“I definitely don’t have a thing for jockstraps.”

“You meatheads and your jockstraps. Maybe I’ll wear a football jersey next time or something?” Eli reaches for Peter, ignoring that he’s presuming there will be a “next time.” He urges Peter forward and captures him in another kiss, maneuvering himself carefully so that Peter can continue to pull his shorts down and toss them into a random corner of the bedroom, totally forgotten. There was a time where Eli was embarrassed of his body, of the changes that came as a result of his testosterone, his clitoris growing to be almost like a penis. His gynecologist had assured him that nothing abnormal was happening, that bottom growth was a normal reaction, just that Eli might be more sensitive than usual.