It had been almost a week since Joe and I were stripped naked at my friend's party. I hadn't seen or heard from Joe since. We worked out every weekday morning together for like the past year. I wondered if he was mad at me? Or maybe embarrassed? Joe was extremely shy about his nakedness. What I put him through last week was bad and I'm feeling extremely guilty about it.
I was only thinking of my own voyeuristic pleasure when I thought of the plan to see Joe naked. I knew Joe needed money and my friend Steve throws these over-the-top gay parties where he hires a hot bartender to wait on his guests. He throws lots of money at the bartender to entice them to take off more and more clothing. I tricked Joe into bartending knowing he needed money and Steve would get him to take off his clothes. But the whole plan backfired when I Steve tricked me into stripping with Joe.
It was humiliating for me to strip as I knew most of the people at the party. Some of my good friends were there laughing at the fact that I was buck naked in a room full of people. I see these party guests on a regular basis. And then I had to serve drinks completely naked. It is a horrible feeling to be naked standing right next to people who are clothed as they gawked at your naked body. Whatever I was feeling, I know Joe was twice as humiliated but at least he didn't know anyone at the party except me. Is that why I haven't seen him since the party?
Monday morning, 9 days after Steve's party, I was at the gym my normal time, 5:45am. I see Joe come around the corner and walks over to me. "Are we benching today?" he questions.
"Yep, Mondays are chest day." I replied. We did our normal workout and talked about every day normal stuff, everything except the party. He didn't bring it up and neither did I. I would be happy if we never talked about again. Although I do think of it often. The sight of Joe standing completely naked was something I will never forget. In many ways, it was worth the humiliation of being naked in a crowd with him.
Joe was an incredible looking guy. He has dark hair and the most intriguing green eyes. Believe me, when he walks into a room, every woman turns and looks, also some guys. Yet he doesn't know it, which makes him even more attractive. He has a very athletic body, very strong. He has a great V-shaped torso, big strong back, beautifully defined chest and a flat stomach that every guy wises they had. He has nice shoulders that "V" into his big biceps. I wish I had that. He plays a lot of sports so he has nice legs and an ass to match. He is not a big body builder, he is just defined.
One day, Joe brought up the subject of that party into conversation. "You know, I am still in shock that I was naked in a room full of people."
I was in shock that he brought it up. "Yep. Me too." I answered.
"I have never been naked like that before. I never shower at the gym or even change even in a locker room. It was the most humiliating experience of my life." Joe continued. I looked at him and he was turning red just talking about it, reliving it in his head.
"I totally agree with you. But look at the bright side, you will never see any of those people again. I see them all the time and they tease me about it constantly." I said trying to make him feel a little better about the whole situation as I still feel guilty about making Joe do it.
"I don't see any of them except you. I couldn't even think about coming to the gym that first week after the party. I was that embarrassed!" finished Joe.
About a month went by and Joe called me one night. He said he was in some trouble and needed money. He didn't want to go into details but asked me to ask Steve if he was having another party that Joe could bartend. I spoke to Steve but he was out of town spending a few months at his house on the island of St. John. He told me to call Cynthia, a mutual friend who also threw outrageous parties.
I hooked Joe up with Cynthia and they made some type of employment agreement. Joe didn't mention anything and I didn't ask. Knowing Cynthia, I think I have an idea. I didn't want Joe to be embarrassed talking to me about it. Cynthia was 61 years old, very elegant looking, always dressed extremely nice because she had more money than Oprah (well, her husband did). She is the type of person you love to have at parties. She is fun, free-spirited, and has no filter on what she says. Starting at 11:00am, she always has a drink in her hand. Her philosophy is "it's 5:00 somewhere."
Cynthia called me and invited me and my friend Ryan to a party she was having. I, of course, accepted and thought to myself "is this the party Joe will be bartending?" Ryan and I arrived at the party early to make sure we didn't miss anything. The party was filled with upper class wealthy women, exquisitely dressed, all with some type of liquor in their hands. The party was already jumping with excitement.
We made our way over to Cynthia to say hello. She leaned in and gave us a kiss on each cheek and said "I'm so happy my two favorite gay boys are here. Now, go get yourselves a drink. You will LOVE the bartender." She gave me a wink and I knew exactly what she was talking about.
We walked over to the bar area and of course there were ladies in line. I looked behind the bar and there was Joe. He was shirtless with a pair of black dress pants. It was an odd look being shirtless with nice pants but also very sexy. When Joe finally saw me, he was stunned.
"What are you doing here?" Joe was visibly uncomfortable with me being there. "Cynthia said it would be all women at the party."
"Well, I think she thinks of me as one of the girls." I said in jest but I don't think Joe thought it was funny.