THE ANCHOR - PART 3
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After getting dressed up, I sent a text to Max, Leo, and Jack, to let them know there would be a surprise when they got to my house. I then headed to the kitchen where Pete was dutifully taking out some bottles of scotch and gin. I saw that he had poured a nice red wine into the decanter to let it breathe, and had pulled out some nice glasses and done the ice bucket as I had told him to. When I stepped into the kitchen, he was facing away from the doorway; it looked like he was working on a charcuterie board with some of the nice cheeses, meats, and dried fruit I had bought.
"This looks like quite a spread!" I exclaimed. Startled, Pete put down his utensils and turned around, smiling sheepishly. "You've done a great job. I guess your wife trained you well," I chuckled.
"Thanks, Charlie - I guess so!" Pete responded. "I hope it's alright that I just ran with what you had in the fridge and the pantry."
"It's more than alright. It's exactly how I would do it," I said. "It's a lot easier hosting these parties when there's help involved."
"Well, I'm glad you're pleased," Pete answered, his chest puffing out in pride.
"The guys should be here soon," I noted. "Would you kindly stand by the door and take the things they brought when they arrive?"
"Of course," Pete said. "Did you tell them I'd be here?"
"Only that there would be a surprise," I responded. "I think they'll be quite taken aback."
The doorbell rang, and Pete and I headed to the entryway. The guys came in and we all said our hellos. Max was the eldest of the group, just a few months older than me and also aged 30. Max had studied at a prestigious Ivy league university prior to coming to grad school, and had worked on some congressional campaigns in his home state in the past. He was a tall, skinny guy with cropped brown hair are brown eyes. He had a slim but muscled 6 foot 2 inch frame. Max was the only smoker in our group, and as always, you could smell the smoke on him, mixed with the scent of his citrus gum. He came with a small cake for our dessert.
Leo was a gruff foreign student from Germany, with thick black hair and an equally thick beard. From the dark tufts that always poked through the top of his shirt, you could tell that he was a furry-chested guy as well. He always wore thick glasses that made him seem serious, but in fact, he was quite the joker. A few years younger than me at 28, he stood at about 5 foot 10, taller than Pete and I, and had a stocky but strong build. He had a large bottle of an expensive gin in hand.
Jack was the youngest of us, having just started the program and coming right out of college at the age of 23. He was perhaps the most athletic of us, an avid gym goer with a short buzz cut of blond hair. He grew up in a Southern, conservative state, and had a tendency to always come up with "hot takes," sometimes, almost verging on the offensive. But, we put up with it, because he was generally a nice guy, and brought the sports knowledge to our trivia team. Jack brought with him an aged red wine.
Pete must have been incredibly quiet in the corner, because it was only when I called him out to take my guests' presents. Their jaws dropped. "Is.... is that Phil McKinley?" Max managed to say.
"Yessir," Pete said. "Pleased to meet you all, and may I take your presents?" The guys nodded, their eyes wide open.
"And, um, why is he naked, Charlie?" Leo asked.
Before I could answer, Pete stepped in. "It's my fault, actually. Charlie and I met at the university gym, and idiot as I am, I accidentally dropped all my clothes down the laundry chute. Charlie was nice enough to offer help me get out of there, and as a thank you, I offered to provide the service at your party this evening," he concluded. "That, and I have a free night for the first time in a while!" We all laughed at that.
Pete passed around glasses of the red wine he had poured out to start, and we started to chat about politics, and in particular the upcoming election. I think the guys all welcomed Pete into the conversation as he shared inside anecdotes about his encounters with the candidates and other campaign personnel. As political science geeks, it was quite the treat for us to have one of the leading political anchors sharing his thoughts with us.
After a while, Leo moved towards the living room to take a seat. Jack, Max, and I also took spots around the coffee table. Leo looked at Pete. "Want to join us? There's one more seat on the couch."
Pete shook his head. "I don't want my sweaty ass on Charlie's furniture, plus it makes for more comfortable seating for all of you! Also, does anyone want another drink?"
The guys looked at each other, almost confused as to why this naked news anchor - at least ten years older than any of us - was taking orders. Leo was the first to respond. "I'll have a gin and tonic if you have it."
"Coming right up!" Pete said.
"Sir," Jack cut in. The room froze. All of us looked at Jack, horrified. His expression remained serious.
"Pete said he was here to provide service at our party, did he not?" Jack continued. "And it would be great if he could recognize that in his language."
I looked at Pete, horrified, embarassed, and unsure of what would happen. He gulped. I saw his dick slightly twitch. Then he responded. "Of course, sir. My mistake."
Jack nodded and gave a knowing look to the rest of us. Pete left the room to grab Leo's drink. "I think we should all commit to the bit," Jack said, breaking the silence. "If it gets uncomfortable, we can change approach, but there's a naked news anchor in our party, so the rules are already out the window." We all laughed at that. I guess we were committing to it, then.
Pete came in and knelt next to Leo's chair. "Your gin and tonic, sir." Leo took it and patted Pete on the head. "Thank you."
After that, the conversation changed notably. Pete became more of a servant boy, bringing food and drink, taking glasses and plates, and only speaking when spoken to. As the night went on, it sometimes felt like we were talking as if he wasn't there. We started playing poker, a tradition at one of these parties. In between rounds, Max chimed in: "Pete, can you stand right here so we can look at you? You're stark naked, after all."
Pete nodded and stood at the side of the table, his feet shoulder width apart.
"Put your hands behind your head so we can see all of you," Leo said. Pete complied, his naked body all on display. He was semi-erect at this point. I hoped I was hiding well that I was pretty much fully turned on under my suit.
Max stood up and approached Pete, but then stopped and looked at me. "Is it OK if I touch the servant's body?"
I looked at Pete. He looked back but gave no indication. I think he, too, was committing. I shrugged. "Of course."
Max ran his hands down Pete's chest. "The handsome Pete McKinley," he murmured. "I'm surprised you're not hairier," he said as he touched the soft, short hair on Pete's chest.
"I shave once in a while, sir." Pete answered. "It just so happens I had done it yesterday."
Max's fingers grazed and circled Pete's brown nipples, which puffed up. I saw his cock swell up at the attention. "Sensitive," Max commented.
"I don't know why it's surprising to me," Max said, as he sat down. Pete held his position with his hands behind his head. "When you see someone on TV all dressed up, it's weird to see them naked in person."
"I mean, look at his dick," Jack exclaimed. "It's huge! I'm surprised it's uncut, too." The rest of us nodded in agreement.
"It's also clearly responding to the attention," Leo pointed out. It was true. Pete was nearing his full 8 inch maximum. He was clearly enjoying this, which made me feel a little less bad about the situation. Then again, so was I.
"So, Pete," Jack started. "I find it odd that this is the first time you've done this. Being naked around a group of men. Have you done this before?"
I looked at Pete questioningly. It was true, I was wondering the same thing.
Pete shook his head. "I haven't done this in a while. But something did happen back when I was in high school. I've thought about it ever since but never had the chance to do something anything like it until now..."
"Well don't leave us hanging," I said. I knew I had to hear this origin story.
In the next chapter, Pete tells us of his first CMNM experience. Any ideas as to what it might be? I would love to hear your thoughts and feedback!