Well, "R" is sick with my cooties from last week and it has been an adventure to say the least.
I stopped by his place after work last night to bring him to my house so I could take care of him. When he opened the door he looked like Hell warmed over and he could barely move. I felt terrible.
He wanted to take a shower and I told him I would pack his stuff up while he was rinsing off the funk!
So I was going through his closet and drawers trying to get a few things together. I realize that the boy has a fondness of clothes! My Gawd!
All of the sudden I hear the boy screaming my name. I run into the bathroom.
AM: Baby, are you okay?
R: No, I think I am going to pass out.
AM: Okay, let me grab a robe or something and you can get out.
R: Don't have a robe. I need to get out.
Okay, "R" and I have not officially seen each other au natural yet. It's not for lack of wanting to, but we decided to take that part slow. So, now I am standing there realizing I am about to see the boy in the nude.
R: I need to get out.
Ok, here's my boyfriend of a short while, sicker than a dog, with a 104 degree fever, and he's about to pass out. And all I can think about is the fact that I am about to see him naked for the first time and I'm blushing. How crazy is that? Buck up AM! Seen one boy naked you've seen them all, right?? Not right.
I approach the shower door slowly and all of the sudden I hear a THUD!
Oh crap! I yank the shower curtain back and there on the shower floor is my man, in all of his glory, looking like a wet puppy dog.
Now I am about 5"7 and 118 pounds, "R" is 6"1 and about 185 pounds. There is just no way I am going to get naked boy out of the shower.

Anyone have a pulley???
He's looking up at me like a scared little kid. It's weird to see him look so fragile. It's weirder to see him lying there naked. Under different circumstances the whole naked thing would be really, really good. Somehow at the moment it's just plain awkward.
R: Sorry.
AM: It's okay. Do you think you can stand up?
R: No. In a minute.
He still has shampoo in his hair. I am cupping my hands with water trying to wash it out. I am trying not to think of the naked thing. But it's kind of hard to not think about it.
A few minutes pass and he informs me that he's ready to stand up and get out. I wrap my arms around him and try to help him to his feet. This is futile. The boys’ knees are as wobbly as fettuccini.
We try three times with no resolve. Finally we get him out and I am trying to wrap a towel around his "parts" and get him to the bedroom. He collapses on the bed.
I stand there looking like a wet rat, and realize it is going to take an act of congress to get this boy dressed.
I sit there awkwardly trying to "pat" him dry. I am trying not to “look” at him, but it’s impossible. He’s lying there spread eagle. No modesty going on in this bedroom. I then proceed to try and get the boy into some boxers. He's being as helpful as a dead man.
It takes me 30 FREAKING minutes to get him into a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. He informs me that this is as "dressed" as he is going to get. I am not even going to argue with the poor soul.
I grab his packed bag and we make it to the car.
As we are driving to my house he looks over me with that beautiful smile.
R: You know I did all of that just so you could see me naked.
AM: Yeah, sure you did.
R: I'm really just faking it. (He says as he's coughing up a lung)
AM: I know, Honey.
R: You can wait to tell me how sexy I am later.
AM: Okay, baby.
R: I know you’re just in "awe" of me and my Adonis body right now.
AM:
Even though the boy is delirious with fever, he somehow makes the whole situation comfortable with his sense of humor. I reach over and hold his hand and hope he's feeling better soon.
So, I will always remember seeing my man naked for the first time. This moment will be burned into my mind for a long time to come. Not exactly how I pictured it, but nothing in my life ever is how I "picture" it.
Yup we shared our first naked encounter and there was no cigarette afterwards.
