Uncovered Desires

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As Brandon pulled up he wondered about the types of flirtatious gazes he’d get wearing nothing underneath his apron but his beautiful, clear, dark, glistening skin. He recalled George’s voice when the call first came in requesting his catering services.

“Are you Brandon, the Nude Chef from YouTube?” George asked.  Before Brandon could answer, George continued, “I’m having a party for more than a hundred nude Bears and Twinks.  It's a Jamaican themed event.  Can you do it?”  And that was only three weeks ago; but since he didn’t have anything on his calendar, he took the job.

Here he was, three weeks later, grabbing the first of three large insulated food bags from his car and walking up the front door of the house to ring the doorbell.

George flung open the front door, as though he was expecting Brandon to arrive at any moment.  

“Oh! You’re even cuter…and much taller than you look on YouTube!” George said, standing there naked as a sphynx cat, stretching his hand toward Brandon’s chest and nursing a glass of wine with the other.  The only thing between them was the silver hair on his body.   And while the nudity didn’t startle Brandon, the button dickhead protruding from the full black and grey bush between his legs made Brandon look twice.  

“How tall are you?” George quizzed, taking a quick sip of his wine.

“I’m six-five,” Brandon boomed in a heavy baritone voice, holding up the blue insulated blue food bag to remind George why he was there.

George directed him to the kitchen and dining area and instructed him to set everything up there.

“Now, you’re sure this food tastes good, right?” George asked when they entered the kitchen.

Brandon snickered, “You were invited to do three tastings but you cancelled each one…”

“I know, I know.  I’m always busy planning events….and then, of course my partner demands a lot of my time.”

“Your partner…?” Brandon quizzed, looking around as if someone were about to pop out of a closet or pantry.

George topped off his wine glass then turned back to Brandon.  

“Long distance!  He’s in the Philippines but we talk all the time.  His name is David.”

He paused, then said,  “He knows I’m a busy event planner but he doesn’t know that I only plan nude events.  He’s pretty conservative….”

Brandon smirked.  Before he could say anything else George continued, “I host events for Nudist, Naturist, Exhibitionists and Voyeurs…and anything in between.  So how do you identify?”

“I identify as The Nude Chef.  I wear it on my apron and that’s the name of my YouTube channel.”

George leaned across the kitchen island and smirked.

“Anyway, why don’t you take your clothes off…,” George insisted.

“Take my clothes off?” Brandon asked, stunned by George’s frankness.

“Yea!  This is a nude event!  Let’s go!  Take it all off and lemme see what you’re working with.”