[It had felt strange, stripping down and putting on a show like this. It wasn't the first time he had done this, of course, but this was most certainly the largest audience he had entertained. But there he was, finally stipped down with all but his navy-blue boxer-briefs removed from his body.
Despite their body-type being fairly similar at first glance, it was now apparent how much both he and Miles had varied. He wasn't as fit as the other man, or at least he wasn't as obviously ripped. There was muscle definition and his frame was filled out and broad as it would be for a guy who runs about as much as he did. But he didn't have a six-pack as Miles did, and his shoulders and chest were more rounded. And then there was that small bit of stomach pudge that simply came with having a professional desk-job in your mid-thirties. Truthfully, being so close to his own boyfriend while nearly nude and in the presence of, well, a damn beautiful woman like Annie, made it difficult to not feel a little self-conscious.]
A show, huh? You mean like this?
[He really had no idea what he was doing. But hey, at least he might as well try?
Tossing a small smirk, he bit lightly at his own lower lip. His hand trailing down a little as to brush against and toy with the seam to his briefs. The swell of his groin already fairly apparent thanks to all the kissing and teasing previously. His thumb slipping past and tugging at the fabric ever so slightly, only to turn away and shake his hips bringing obvious attention to his rear.]
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Despite their body-type being fairly similar at first glance, it was now apparent how much both he and Miles had varied. He wasn't as fit as the other man, or at least he wasn't as obviously ripped. There was muscle definition and his frame was filled out and broad as it would be for a guy who runs about as much as he did. But he didn't have a six-pack as Miles did, and his shoulders and chest were more rounded. And then there was that small bit of stomach pudge that simply came with having a professional desk-job in your mid-thirties. Truthfully, being so close to his own boyfriend while nearly nude and in the presence of, well, a damn beautiful woman like Annie, made it difficult to not feel a little self-conscious.]
A show, huh? You mean like this?
[He really had no idea what he was doing. But hey, at least he might as well try?
Tossing a small smirk, he bit lightly at his own lower lip. His hand trailing down a little as to brush against and toy with the seam to his briefs. The swell of his groin already fairly apparent thanks to all the kissing and teasing previously. His thumb slipping past and tugging at the fabric ever so slightly, only to turn away and shake his hips bringing obvious attention to his rear.]
Or perhaps from this angle?