Part 1 | The beginnings
Philip was the boyfriend of a friend I had known for years. Thinking back, I suppose the seed of all that happened later was planted when he and Bart were still together. I'd been to their place for a somewhat boozy dinner, and as Bart and I sat relaxing afterwards, I felt guilty about hearing Philip clattering around the kitchen clearing up. Purely for the sake of politeness I asked him "Should I go and help Philip clear up?"
Bart was the very image of the bank clerk he was at the time. Neatly clipped hair, glasses, and even now still wearing his tie from work. However after so many years of knowing him, I knew how deceptive his appearance was and that he had a wicked sense of mischief.
Perhaps it was the second bottle of wine, but it was this look that he now got on his face as he said a most extraordinary thing.
"Actually I think he'd prefer you go in there and strip naked for him."
I blinked, trying to process this bizarrely incongruous remark.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Bart being Bart just shrugged, laughed and went to clear the rest of the dinner things from the table.
For some reason this remark kept ringing in my ears. Or more correctly, the pit of my stomach.
I could feel my heart racing and Bart's evasive non-answer had not helped at all. I walked into the kitchen where Philip was just tackling the pots. I don't think I'd ever looked at him in any particularly sexual way before. He was several years older than Bart's 27 years, although frankly I wasn't sure by how much. Somehow there was just no vibe between us, even in the vague way its sometimes present between platonic friends. Now though, with the wine buzzing in my head, I felt... well something. My hands were even shaking a little as I dried the things he'd washed and tried to make small talk. Finally I just had to exorcise this one insistent remark that Bart had made and not knowing any subtle way to do it just it blurted out
"Bart said you'd rather I come in here and strip for you than help you with the mess."
Philip looked a little startled, and then smiled.
"Bart should learn to keep his mouth shut," he said quietly, letting his eyes travel from mine then very slowly down my body. There was a moment of awkward silence until he seemed to collect himself. "Coffee?"
I suppose it was no surprise to hear they were breaking up several months later and Philip was obviously struggling with the whole situation. Bart had apparently asked him to move out. Trying to be a friend, I offered to help him do some work on his new place before he moved in. There was a lot to do. The whole place had to be painted, after which he wanted to lay a parquet floor. I felt badly for him and as I was planning on buying my own house soon, I thought I could use the experience and somewhat over generously promised to help him with the whole project.
Instead of having to drag my work clothes along every time I went there, I'd started leaving them in a bag in one of the bedrooms. One day I arrived to find that Philip had taken all the bedroom doors off their hinges for sanding and painting. He was chatting away from the moment I arrived, following me to the bedroom I used to change in. The previous times he had just left me to it. Today though, he just kept talking as he stood there. When it was clear he wasn't going to discretely withdraw I began to feel stupidly prudish waiting any longer. Slowly I began to undress. Although he was trying not to be obvious about it, he was definitely looking. Suddenly the memory of that dinner months before came rushing back. I felt incredibly self conscious in the realisation that that one chance remark was now bizarrely coming true. I tried to change as fast as I could, and though Philip made no reference to it at all the atmosphere in the room was obviously different. My heart was pounding as I dropped my pants and struggled into my old jeans before rushing out of the room.
Later as I walked home, I tried to make sense of it. I'd changed in hundreds of situations with other people around, men and women. Why on earth had this simple incident had such an effect on me? Whatever it was, I realised it had actually been an incredible turn on. I began to wonder if Bart's odd remark been based on something Philip had actually said. The next day I went over, Philip once again stayed chatting to me as I went to change. This time however, I stripped slowly and deliberately down to just my underwear. I asked him about something we were working on in the kitchen, knowing full well that I'd have to walk out there to show him what I meant. He played along, giving me a perfect excuse to walk around in my briefs for 20 minutes or so.
The next few times I went over we repeated this pattern. We'd talk, he'd stay there in the doorway while I undressed, then I'd hang around in my underwear for as long as plausible. He'd also started making remarks about my body, the type of briefs I wore and so on, which made it all the more charged.
I was loving the fact that we both knew what was going on, but that it was never explicitly stated. I also really began to want it to go a step further, because it was making me massively horny every time I went over there, knowing he was going to watch me strip off. Somehow though, I just didn't want to turn it into something explicitly sexual. I was enjoying the subtleness of the fact that it was all still plausibly normal. I especially loved the comments he was making about my body; he liked smooth slim builds and seeing guys in briefs, telling me how good he thought I looked in them, and that I was obviously a 'big boy' as he called it.
One especially hot weekend after a long afternoon's work, we were sitting on the back deck having a drink. I was feeling tired and a little rosey, both from the work and my gym session that morning. Bart had shown up unexpectedly to help with the painting and as the 3 of us sat there chatting, an idea began to form in my mind. I'd been becoming increasingly anxious to take things to the next level without being too overt about it, and suddenly I knew exactly what I had to do. Philip was fastidious in his work and after 2 weeks, all the bedroom doors were done and waited only to be rehung. Since my previous visit however, Philip had also taken the door off the bathroom. Not knowing how long this situation might last I knew I had to take my chances, even with Bart there.
I asked nervously "Philip, I feel really sweaty. Would it be OK if I just took a quick shower?"
He looked at me for a moment and for a second I was sure I saw the same look Id seen only once before in a kitchen months earlier. I hesitated a moment and then stood up to drag a towel from my gym bag.
It felt strange stripping off my shirt in the doorless bathroom. It opened onto the hall and front door, and I an image flitted into my mind of the door bell ringing and Philip blithely opening the door as I stood there naked under the shower. I shook my head and the idea faded. What was happening to me? What was it exactly I wanted from this game we'd somehow started to play? I was just undoing my jeans when Philip appeared in the doorway and started going on about how he wanted to tackle the floor. It was a total sham of course and I wasn't listening to a word he said, because all I could think was - he's going to finally see me naked .
He was running on, something he was good at. And I was standing there in my briefs just as he'd seen me 10 times already. Only this time my hands were shaking and he was looking right at me as I slowly pulled the underwear down and took it off. I got in the shower and he settled himself comfortably on the edge of the tub, a metre away and at eye level with my cock, which I was fairly sure he was now openly looking at most of the time.
I felt the strangest mix of emotions, embarrassment, arousal, and when he calmly picked up my discarded underwear and folded it neatly on the side of the tub, some darker feeling I found hard to name. A feeling that deepened when he said quietly
"Make sure you don't miss anything" as I was soaping up. I took the hint and spent some time soaping my dick and balls.
What with standing there totally naked with him blatantly watching me from close by and the fact that the door was off and his ex could come by any minute, the whole experience was incredibly erotic.
