How College Started. Not Ended.

I had graduated high school, got accepted to college and was looking forward to moving out and do something new. I guess most guys are ready to get out of their parents house and be more independent. The university I was accepted to was not super far from home, like 3 hours away. I didn't have a lot of money but had saved up a little. Not enough to get my own place. I looked at classifieds and CL and found a few things but nothing that I thought was "best". With a few weeks left to go and nothing figured out my mom suggested to my dad that he call he friend, Phil, to see if he had any leads. Phil was friend of my parents from way back before I was in the picture and would occasionally visit or have a quick chat with my dad about random stuff. I'd met him a few times over the years, but didn't know much about him. He was loosely associated with the university through his employer and lived in the same town, so maybe he knew someone or had a lead. My dad made a couple excuses about not wanting to impose or something, but my mom talked him into it. The next day my dad told me that Phil didn't have any leads but would be willing to rent out a room for me in his house. This was not really what I wanted, to be leaving home to move into the house of a guy the same age as my parents, but I didn't have a lot of time and the rent wasn't cheap but doable.

The next week we took a trip out there, met up with Phil, talked about how it might work, move in dates and all that. It was a nice place and Phil seemed cool enough. I agreed to go through with it for a year. I moved in the next month and everything went great. He worked, I went to school, would come home and home and we'd sometimes have dinner together, BS about the day or talk about school, work or family. I'd pay my rent and chip in for groceries. I wasn't old enough to hit the bars but slipping a beer or two at the house was apparently ok.

I'd been living in a pretty open household before and clothes were not required at home and had not been for awhile. I was used to wearing little to nothing around the house. For the first couple months I'd been dressing normal but casual while at Phil's but if he was out or gone or on an overnight business trip, I'd strip down to nothing. On one of these days Phil got back early. I was in the living room watching TV and he came in the door and saw me. Thinking I was in trouble, I stood up and tried to apologize. He seemed kinda annoyed at first then said that he knew about my family's lifestyle but didn't expect this, and he just wished I had asked him about it first. I said "I know" or something like that and, I think this is where something flipped for me or him or both, I don't know, I said, still standing there naked in front of him, "I'm sorry sir, I can go put something on i you want?" At the time I was just trying to make things right and show a little respect. He just stared at me for a few seconds and I saw him look me over top to bottom then said "No don't worry about it Danny. Stay as you are." I said Thank You and started to turn away, embarrassed at this point, "What no 'sir' this time?" as he laughed behind me. From nowhere I felt my dick stir a little bit at that and as I walked to my room I said, "thank you...sir".