“Thanks, but I already took a lot of those type of pics. I think they turned out good.”
I had actually posed and taken nudes over the previous few days. I highly doubted Archer would volunteer to give them a once-over to offer his opinion, but I couldn’t risk not having any if he went down that route. It did, however, help me learn to get more comfortable being naked in front of a camera.
“I’m confused,” he said. “I thought you said you needed pictures, but you already have them?”
“Well, every profile has pictures of the guy posing with an ex. Like, some of them are hugging and others are more intense. I think it’s to show that they have lots of experience. That way guys know they aren’t wasting time on a virgin or something.”
“Oh,” Archer said, looking somewhat confused.
“I just wish I had another guy who’d pose with me. It’s not like it even has to be a boyfriend or something. Anyone would work really, but I don’t know any gay guys.”
Something I’d only seen happen a couple of times occurred. Archer had a eureka moment.
“I’m a guy! You got it wrong, B. You don’t need a gay guy. You just need any guy. Any dude can stand next to you in his boxers with his arm around your shoulder.”
“You’d do that for me? You’d help me like that?”
“Yeah, you’re one of my best buds, B!”
Archer’s face scrunched up again. I wondered if he was rethinking his offer. I was so close. So, so close.
“B,” he asked, “what does ‘B’ stand for? I was just thinking that it’s the letter, but it’s also like the stinging kind of bee, too.”
I had to do my best to keep from laughing. Surely, he can’t think ‘B’ is short for ‘Bumblebee?’ It did quell my concern that he was going to rescind his offer, though.
“Beryl,” I said. “My name is Beryl, but I go by ‘B’ since kids used to make fun of me for it.”
“‘Barrel?’ He made a broad, lugging-a-barrel motion with his arms. “Like, a barrel, barrel?”
“Well… it sounds like that. It’s spelled different, though. It’s a family name, but it’s also a type of mineral. An emerald is actually a green type of beryl.”
“Huh? I thought my name was different, but your name is really different!”
“Thanks for agreeing to help me. I was thinking maybe we could take some pictures after we get the antibacterial on you?”
“Sure.”
Archer stripped naked. I was still in awe of his physique, in spite of having seen it almost daily for two months. Obviously I enjoyed it, or else I wouldn’t have gone through the effort of making up reasons to keep him naked. I’d told him the uniforms had been lost by the cleaners and that new ones had been sent from China via boat but we didn’t know how many weeks they’d take to arrive.
My heart was beating quickly as I thought about my next step. I wasn’t sure if I could do it. Every other time I’d been shirtless around a jock they’d found some way to tease me. Fuck it, I thought. I only have two days left, so I might as well go balls to the wall.
I began to undo my jumpsuit. Archer just watched without saying a word. I felt like a dolphin trying to free itself from a fishing net as I pulled off the oversized piece of clothing. I positioned my arms over my chest to partially cover myself as I stood in just a pair of boxer briefs.
“You look fit, bud,” Archer said. “You look like the guys on the swim team — well, a little shorter than most, but still super toned.”
I blushed as I looked down at my body. At five-foot-six and one hundred and twenty pounds, I didn’t really have any fat on my frame, but I didn’t have a ton of muscle either. I’d been called “toothpick” and “bones” by guys with bodies like Archer’s for as long as I could remember.
I didn’t really have abs; my stomach was flat. I had decent muscles in my calves and thighs, even if they were smaller than most guys’. My ass had a nice bit of padding on it; for some reason, it was where I seemed to store most of my fat.
“I figured I should probably put on some of that lotion, too, since we’re going to be taking pictures in here.”
“Oh, that makes sense. Always thinking ahead, huh?”
I felt more tentative than I had in a long time as I began to coat Archer’s massive pecs with lotion. It took me a moment to realize that part of what had made me feel so powerful had been the dynamic with me always being clothed. I mean, I’d known it on some level, but standing there in my undies really drove the point home.
I focused feeling Archer’s smooth skin and the powerful muscles beneath it. This is your second- to-last time ever doing this! Don’t get so caught up in other shit that you don’t enjoy yourself.
I did my best to cherish the moment. I tried to rediscover each part of his body like it was my first time ever touching it. By the time I was scooping up two handfuls of Archer’s bubble butt, my dick was rock hard. I was hoping that my smaller endowment combined with the black underwear would make it less obvious.
It wasn’t long before I had him leaning forward with his hands braced against the wall. My ever-searching fingers crept into his canyon. My middle finger went right to the place it so desperately wanted to explore.
“Ohhh!” Archer gasped, as I began to tickle his rosebud.
I felt like my head was spinning. Archer’s breathing became more labored. His ass started quivering when my digit finally penetrated his ring. I let his subdued moans fuel me.
I wiggled the first inch of my finger inside of his warm tunnel. I could tell that it wanted to pull me deeper, but I focused on teasing it. His rosebud got hot to the touch as I slowly slid in and out of it; its puffy tissue was vibrating with energy.
“Fuuuu… OhhHhhHHhh… I… I… OOoHH, GoOOddddddDD!”
I wanted to go deeper. I wanted to push my knuckle inside of him… but I didn’t. I was too worried that it would derail the other plan I’d already outlined in my mind.
Archer was still shaking when I finally pulled my finger from its position. I knew that he had to be collecting himself – pulling back from the brink of sexual overload. I smirked, knowing just how far I’d pushed him.
When he finally spun around, his cock was rock hard. It was clear that it’d been leaking; the slit was slick from the droplets that had been trickling out of it. Archer’s big, warm smile was plastered across his face.
“Damn, that always feels so weird,” he said with a chuckle, trying to reframe it as something other than arousing.
He looked almost superhuman in that moment. His biceps were bulging with veins since he’d had to hold himself in position against the wall. His eight-pack abs seemed even more defined as he pulled air down into his belly. The lotion made every muscle pop even more under the harsh lighting. ‘A thing of beauty is a joy forever,’ I quoted to myself. Well, maybe not for forever… but now is enough for me.
“What about you?” Archer asked, while I stared at him like I was in a trance.
“Me?”
“Yeah, you need the antibacterial lotion too since you’re not wearing your uniform.”
“But I’ll be putting it back…”
“Nah,” he said, chuckling again. “You can’t risk pissing off the health department. It’s not that bad. Here, let me get you.”