2. Beau
CHAPTER TWO
Beau
“Welcome to Right Spot, do you need help finding anything today?” I hear a sweet voice say.
Goodness, my face is on fire. I thought I’d be able to enter the small store and go about my business without conversation. This is incredibly embarrassing, perusing the city for a sex toy in broad daylight when everyone can see me. It’s Valentine’s Day for crying out loud and here I am, alone, walking into a sex shop I have no business being in.
I had to set time aside for this today. It’s not just my schedule I had to consider either. I have people depending on me. I thought maybe this would be the best day to come here because everyone else would be too busy wrapped up in their love making. You know, they thought ahead for this special day and shopped early.
Oh God, I was wrong. This place is flooded with people, both men and women, old and young. I’m standing still in the entryway, realizing I’m frozen in place, and like some creep, I haven’t answered the nice lady.
Clearing my throat I reply. “No, thank you. I’m just looking around.”
“Okay, let me know if that changes,” she says. Her confused expression lingers on me for a touch too long, but I ignore it and head into the shop. I know deep down what it is I’m here for, but I don’t know if I have the confidence to go through with the purchase.
Sighing, I quickly glance around to hopefully find the aisle I’m searching for. My hands are sweaty and it feels like someone kicked up the thermostat. I need to make this happen as quickly as possible and return home to my favorite spot.
My bed.
My soft, comfortable bed tucked nicely into the corner of my room.
My bed.
Where I allow my most desired fantasies to reign supreme. Where I’m safe to admit what I truly want in life.
A cock shoved so far up my ass that I feel it in my throat.
Damn, okay. That escalated quickly. I’m on a mission here. I take a guess that the dildo-filled end cap on aisle twelve is where I’ll find what I’m looking for. I tried ordering one online a few times, but they were never exactly what I wanted, and I had to snatch them from the porch before I was caught red-handed and forced to explain what it was.
I hear a voice further down the aisle drifting towards me and almost turn around at the thought of someone else watching me pick out a goddamn dildo.
“Hm. I don’t know, Micah. Are you sure this is the same one we bought?” He’s speaking without an ounce of shame. “Ugh, I think it was a different brand.” He pauses. “Fuck, I don’t know. It’s worn out though, I can tell you that much.”
Oh God. My pants feel tight, my cock twitches, and my cheeks flame again. If I thought I was a creep before, I certainly look like one now. I’m eavesdropping on a conversation I have no business hearing and popping a boner because of it.
Out of curiosity and sheer stupidity, I take a step into the aisle just to catch a peek. When I do, my throat goes dry and the air is sucked out of my lungs. The man on the phone is so beautiful and I can’t force myself to look away. My eyes are drawn to him. His long legs, tight thin body, and confident stance. He’s wearing baggy jeans with a coat wrapped around his waist, a black crop top covered with flowers and skulls, and an open cardigan that looks like a grandma made it by hand. What catches my eye the most though, is the white pearl necklace around his throat. It’s sitting perfectly against his creamy flesh and the sight has my cock leaking.
After reaching down to adjust my pants, I look up to see him staring at me.
“I gotta go, bye bitch.” He ends his call abruptly, pocketing his phone as he continues to hold my gaze.
He’s walking toward me and I don’t know what to do. Should I move so he can walk by? Should I turn around and leave now? Could the Earth just open up and swallow me whole?
Choosing the path of least resistance, I turn my back to him to make my way to the exit. Before I can take a second step, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I think maybe it must be some sort of phantom touch like my imagination is playing tricks on me, but when he speaks, that theory is thrown out the window.
“Hi there, handsome. I need your opinion.”
Oh, fuck me.
“Ye-yeah?” I stutter. Realizing that I’m still facing away from him, I turn slowly. I avert my gaze, focusing on his boots as I clear my throat and try again. I hope I sound calmer than I feel. “What’s up, man?”
He raises a brow, not looking convinced by my fake bravado. He must not care because he lifts two fleshlights, one in each hand. “Which one would you get?”
“I–I don’t… I don’t know,” I fumble through my response. I don’t know how to answer because that’s not the toy I would be buying. I don’t want to stick my cock in anything. I want to be full of cock. But that’s neither here nor there, so I answer him the best I can.
“I would get that one,” I reply, pointing to his right hand. Why? I don’t know. I just need to answer him and abort the mission.
He stares at his right hand and shrugs. “Yeah, okay. That’s what Micah said too.” He places the other package back on the shelf and turns to me again, making me wonder why I’m still standing here. “What about you?” he asks. “Did you find what you’re looking for?”
Despite his near-seductive smirk, this beautiful man successfully deflated my boner with his question. Now it’s not just my hands that are clammy. I can feel sweat trickling down my back, my face is still melting with heat, and I’m positive I look borderline crazed.
“I’m good. I’m just going to head home,” I state but then realize I don’t need to explain myself to him. I’m a grown man, and if I don’t want to buy anything, I won’t.
With that, I sidestep him and move like a bat out of hell to get to the exit.
Please don’t let him follow me.