THE ANCHOR - PART 2
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The adrenaline was still rushing as I closed the front door behind us. Lucky us, that no one happened to be out at that time. If they were, they would have seen a familiar primetime news anchor without a stitch of clothing.
Pete stood with his hands on his hips and looked back at me, his face full of glee. "Well, I haven't felt so alive in a while! That was such a rush!"
"It was for me too!" I exclaimed. "At least I'm not a famous TV personality!"
"Ha," he said. "You're exaggerating."
"I don't know," I responded. "Maybe famous to political science geeks like me."
I offered Pete a glass of water. I watched his Adam's apple pulse as he chugged the glass I gave him. Seriously, everything this man did was sexy. I watched his chest rise and fall as he drank. I caught myself glancing again at his ample dick, and decided to instead look at his face to make him less uncomfortable. Oh well - still gave me a chance to survey the lines of his abs and his muscular pecs on the way up.
"I'm sorry that I still don't have anything your size here," I said. Sorry was a joke, of course. I was ecstatic.
"I didn't think you would, it's all good," Pete shrugged. "Plus, after running naked down the street, I'm feeling a lot better in the nude."
We headed into the living room and I took a seat on the couch. Pete looked like he was about to take one of the chairs surrounding the coffee tables, then stopped. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"I wouldn't want to get my sweaty ass on your furniture," he said cautiously.
"Hmm," I murmured. "What if I got a towel for you to sit on? I guess the furniture isn't too fancy but I wouldn't want it to get all messed up. I'm a bit of a neat freak."
"Nah," Pete said, standing with his glass of water in his hand. "I can stand. I spend so much time on tour buses or planes sitting, a little standing would do me good." It would do me good too, I thought to myself. He looked like a statue in a museum just standing there.
"I have to ask," I started. "Have you always been a nudist? You seem so comfortable being in front of me, naked, sort of helpless. And a bunch of guys are coming over and you don't seem too concerned."
"I'm actually not," Pete answered. "I actually spent a lot of my life being very self-conscious. Even in school I didn't love being naked in the locker room. I'd mostly change in the toilet stalls."
"That's surprising," I remarked. "For one thing, you're a pretty good looking guy - both just in appearance and because clearly you spend a lot of time on your body - "
"Are you calling me handsome?" Pete asked cheekily, flashing a charming grin.
"Have you seen a mirror?" I answered, raising my brow. "Anyway, as I was saying, you're good looking, and also I feel like athletes like you are usually pretty confident."
"I don't know why," Pete answered, shrugging. "I grew up in a Catholic household so shame runs pretty deep in my blood," he chuckled. "I felt different, I guess."
"Err... because you're uncut?"
"Haha, I guess partly that. I always thought my dick looked weird. But also just that I didn't think I was really nice to look at, you know?" Pete continued. "I felt skinny and pale..."
"You must have been hanging around the wrong people, Pete," I said. There was that smile again.
"And maybe I'm a bit of a showoff, you know?" He said. "I guess after years of feeling self conscious, it's a bit of a thrill to be proud when I'm exposed." I looked down and noticed his foreskin had pulled back a little bit more, perhaps because his dick had plumped up a little more. The veins were more pronounced, and his dick was pinker than before from the rush of blood. I could have sworn I saw some precum.
I shook myself out of my daze. "Anyway, I guess I should get ready for the party. The guys will be here in about an hour."
"What kind of party is it," Pete asked. "And is there anything I can do to help?"
Hmm, perhaps I could have some fun with this. "It's sort of a fancy party. My three buddies from the PhD program - Max, Leo, and Jack - we like to get all dressed up to the nines, have some nice drinks, play some poker, listen to some jazz, talk about intellectual stuff. You might actually find it interesting since, as you might imagine, all four political science grad students talk about is politics."
"I bet!" Pete exclaimed. "Maybe I could sort of serve as a butler?"
Well, that was a hot idea. Having a hot, naked guy serve me - in front of, and with, my friends, no less - had to be up there for most gay guys' fantasies. "That would be great, if you're up for it..." I croaked.
"I wish I had some sort of uniform to complete the look," Pete said. "Nothing to cover myself up or anything," he added hastily. "You wouldn't be able to enjoy my body all dressed up. But perhaps a bow tie or a necktie or something?"
That gave me another idea. "I don't have anything that will fit you," I started, wondering how stupid that sounded - as if ties or bow ties that fit me wouldn't easily fit Pete's muscular, veined neck. "But, umm, oh - there's no way you'd want to wear this," I stammered.
"Oh come on," Pete said. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm buck naked, for God's sake."
I rummaged around in a drawer nearby. "A while back I pet-sat for one of the professors, who had a large dog," I started. He had an extra leather collar that he left me," I added. I pulled out a thick leather collar with a shiny silver D-ring for a leash. It really was for a dog, no joke. "It looks like this might fit you."
Pete stared at the collar for a while. He seemed almost transfixed by it. I imagined the thoughts in his head: "would I really do this? It's so demeaning, to be treated like a dog, and yet it's so hot. And it's getting me hard."
That last bit seemed more accurate than I thought. I noticed as he stared that a little precum was leaking. His foreskin had peeled back more, and the head was a little more purple than before. It had also plumped up. Semi-hard, we were at somewhere between 6.5 and 7 inches. Pete was definitely packing a monster.
"Um, yeah, I guess I could wear it," he started.
Time to close the deal. "You don't have to, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have thought of making you wear something so insulting...."
"No," he interrupted. "It's hot actually. Plus, I'd be your naked butler, your servant... it kind of fits the theme?"
He went to pick it up, but I grabbed it. I wasn't going to miss this shot. "No, no, the least I can do is put in on for you."
I stood behind Pete and inhaled deeply. He smelled of musk and of body wash. It was intoxicating. I slipped the collar open and around his neck, tightening it to what felt like a snug but not tight fit.
"This isn't too bad for you, is it? Not too tight?" I asked.
"No," Pete responded, a little breathily. He was clearly somewhat turned on by this. "Perfect fit."
I locked the collar into place and stepped around him, looking him up and down. His cock looked even closer to full mast now. 7 and a half inches, head fully exposed. The precum and dark color of his head showed he was enjoying this. I smiled.
"Let me change into my tux and get some things ready. Perhaps while I do that, you can fill up the ice bucket and get some glasses ready?" I asked. It was time to see how much he would commit to the bit.
"Yes, sir," he responded. "I'm on it."
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