That's how I liked to hang out at home and Jordan didn't mind, even asking why I put on more clothes once when he came in and insisting that I be comfortable around him. Jordan was 6 feet, a couple inches taller than me, with shaggy brown hair, pale white skin, and a toned body.
Like many undergrads, he maintained his trim figure by walking everywhere and had long, lean muscles. While his legs were hairy like mine, he didn't have hair on his chest or stomach as I did. I was not quite as in shape (there's not so much walking in grad school!), but had a toned body from 90 minutes of yoga every other day. There was always a flirtatious energy between us, though Jordan never went beyond the typical teasing of a straight guy with a close gay friend. We talked about everything quite openly and our favorite trait of each other was definitely our intellects.
He'd grown up very sexually conservative because of his family's beliefs and was just starting to break out of that. Meanwhile, I was experiencing the freedom of a mid-twenties gay man who'd just left his conservative home state for a midwestern liberal college town. I'd asked him to consider a sexual encounter of some kind with me, mainly because we were such close friends (and he was gorgeous), but he always brushed it off. Recently we'd gotten in the habit of watching porn together. It was clear at times as we watched that he was horned up, adjusting himself through his shorts. I was just wearing my undies, so no hiding anything there. One day sitting beside me on the couch, he asked me to get out my MacBook and pull up PornHub. You don't want the undergrowth to make the tree look smaller, right?" The guy in the first thumbnail to come up was shaved completely. "Sometime I want you to show me," Jordan requested.