When I emerged from the bathroom, back in my costume, I saw Adam hadn’t bothered putting his costume boots back on either. He was dressed in his Beastmaster costume, but he was still completely barefoot. So of course, my focus was drawn down to the floor like a magnet.

I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out, “God, you have such big feet!”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” He groaned, trying to curl his toes under to make them look shorter. “They always called me Sasquatch back in college.”

I burst out laughing. “Sorry,” I snickered, “but I’m not really surprised!”

He grinned and barked in a sexy voice, “Hey you, get over here!”

As always, I couldn’t say no to him. I grinned as I slowly walked over in front of him. Geez, even without his boots, he was still so tall!

“Oh, hey,” Adam said. “I almost forgot ...” He reached up behind his head and pulled the rubber band out of his ponytail. “Sure wish I could do this in slow motion, like in the movies ...” He shook his head slowly from side to side until his golden tresses came tumbling forward, above his shoulders.

I had to laugh. “God, you are so --!”

“Stupid?” he asked.

“No! I was gonna say, funny! And sexy!”

“Aww, shucks!” he chuckled. “So, you like guys with big muscles?” he asked, raising both arms in a double bicep pose.

“God, who doesn’t?” I gasped, staring up in amazement.

“Lotsa people.” He frowned as he relaxed. “They think it’s weird and freaky.”

“I think it’s ... hot,” I whispered, surprised by my own boldness.

“Oh, yeah?” he replied with a grin.

His massive pecs suddenly started bouncing up and down right in front of my face. The seductive movement was so mesmerizing, especially when it started alternating back and forth from one side to the other, in perfect sync with the music from my phone.

“Oh, my God!” I gasped. “How do you do that?”

“Lotsa practice!” He chuckled, relaxing again. “You can touch ‘em if you want,” he added with a sexy grin.

Geez, he didn’t have to tell me twice! Ever since I’d had my hand under his shirt, I’d been wanting to touch him again. I reached up and felt his massive pecs as he made them start bouncing again.

“Oh, God!” I moaned. “That is so hot!”

Adam grinned down at me, like he was really glad to have such an appreciative audience.

I let my hands slide slowly down over the ripples of his washboard abs, marveling at their sheer perfection, before finally letting my hands settle on either side of his narrow, taut waist.

I looked up at him and grinned. “You know what I wanted to do last night every time you were standing in front of me dressed like this?”

“No, what?”

“This ...”

I leaned forward and closed my lips around one of his huge nipples and started sucking on it gently.

“Oh, fuck!” he gasped in surprise. “Oh, God, Steve!”

I suddenly felt one of his huge hands on the back of my head. Geez, it was so big, it felt like he was cupping my entire head with just one hand, gently cradling it and holding me in place while I sucked on him.

“Oh, shit!” Adam yelped. “I love how you’re the perfect height for this!”

I grinned as I sucked a little harder, teasing the hard, erect nipple by flicking the tip of my tongue back and forth over its bullet tip and the densely pebbled area around it.

“Oh, shit!” he yelled again.

Suddenly, the hand behind my head started gripping a handful of my hair and gently pulled my head back a few inches.

“Sorry,” I muttered, glancing up at him nervously. “Too rough?”

“No.” He chuckled. “It was perfect! I just ... don’t wanna cum yet!”

“From just this?”

“Yeah,” he muttered shyly. “They’re kinda like ... hardwired straight to my dick.”

“Oh, wow,” I replied. “Must be nice!”

“Shit, I don’t think I’m gonna last very long, no matter what we do!”