...“I’ll need to tie pieces of string around your waist and neck,” Andrew said.

“Getting into bondage already, are we? I dunno, you Catholics are always a bit kinky, aren’t you?”

“Shut up. It’s to get accurate measurements.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say.”

But Felix kept quiet as Andrew tied the length of string around his neck. The second one was harder to tie, though, as Andrew’s hands were so close to Felix’s crotch. He could see the bulge of Felix’s cock, scant inches from his hands. His fingers kept brushing against those taut abs and he couldn’t seem to make his hands cooperate.

“Here, let me help.”

Felix’s long fingers were deft, fast, and Andrew couldn’t help but wonder what they’d feel like on his own body. Why did the more experienced, promiscuous men always have to be so bloody tempting? Would it be too much to ask for a nice, safe, virginal man to drop out of the sky and onto Andrew’s lap? Instead, he had here the male equivalent of the Whore of Babylon.

“Well, you gonna get going on those measurements or are you gonna stare at my dick all day?”

“Jesus Christ. I was staring at your hands.”

“Yeah, well now you can stare at both,” Felix said, cupping his groin through the fabric of his jockstrap. He pulled it tight and Andrew could see the outline of a thick cock straining at the cotton, and what looked like a heavy pair of balls below. Felix’s body hair was dark, and Andrew could just imagine how it would curl in a thick bush around his dick.

Was it wrong that his mouth was watering right now? “Turn around,” he ordered. “I need to measure your back.”

But that was worse. Felix’s crown jewels might be out of the way, but now Andrew had a perfect view of two muscular buttocks. The V of the white straps drew Andrew’s gaze down the dark cleft. He had to swallow back a sound that threatened to erupt. Needy and turned-on. It was a bloody good thing Felix was facing away from him so he couldn’t see the pronounced bulge in Andrew’s jeans. He adjusted himself, then looked up to discover Felix watching him in the mirror.

Felix leered and winked, and Andrew was mortified to feel a blush creeping up his neck. He lost himself in his tape measure instead, taking a measurement from the neck string down to Felix’s waist, and then around his waist, his hips, all the time trying his best to ignore that naked arse Felix had all but offered up to him. In fact, come to think of it, he had offered it, hadn’t he?

Andrew groaned as he sank to his knees. “I need an inside leg measurement. You’ll have to spread them a little. No, not like that!” He shut his eyes tight, trying to will away that glimpse he’d just had between those buttocks as Felix had pulled his cheeks apart.

“Sorry, force of habit when a guy tells me to spread ’em,” Felix said, sounding excessively pleased with himself.

“Turn around, please,” Andrew said, his eyes still clamped shut. He was dimly aware of motion beside him, and eventually risked a quick peek.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God,” Andrew muttered under his breath. There was a clear damp patch at the front of Felix’s jockstrap, right where the tip of his erection was tenting the cotton. He could smell the arousal, Felix’s musk tickling his nostrils and heating his body. To take his mind off it, he pressed the metal tip of the measuring tape into the hot skin of Felix’s inner thigh.

“Ooh, that’s cold!”

Felix’s legs clamped tight, trapping Andrew’s hand in a humid embrace. Oh Christ, that was Felix’s balls pressing against his thumb. If Andrew moved his hand, he’d be giving them a massage.

Andrew’s thumb twitched.