I saw this guy at a bar. He looked rugged, young, and way too hot for me. I decided to go for it.

I asked and he said yes.

I drove, he followed.

Once in the door, we headed straight for the bedroom. I set up my camera and handed the remote control to my new acquaintance.

Within ten seconds, I was on my knees sucking his nicely sized, already hard cock. His precum flowed, and I loved every drop.

I had only wanted to blow this guy. But all of a sudden he had thrown me onto the bed, propped some pillows under me and was at my back door. I heard him spit on his hand and heard him lubing himself up.

I asked for poppers. He stripped off his underwear and threw them at me.

“Use these,” he ordered. So I did.

My fucker had a hard time getting in, but once he did he made himself at home, so to speak. It was a great fuck, but very quick and very rough. I was never into sniffing underwear but in this instance it was so hot. We both shot within seconds of each other.

We cleaned up, and I fixed us a drink.

We sat down, talked, looked at the picture. He was nice and I enjoyed our conversation.

It was a little cold so I put on a t-shirt to walk him to the door.

“I think we can come up with a better photo,” he said. “Let’s just get into position and take another one. From the angle, no one will know that I’m not in you.”

I agreed. I started taking off my shirt, but he said I should leave it on.

We got into position, me on the bed sniffing his underwear, him behind me.

I heard him spit into his hand but didn’t think anything about it.

“You know, to really get a better picture, I think I should fuck you again,” he added.

Before I could move, he’s rammed himself in me and is plowing away.

My ass was still sore from the last fuck, and he’s riding me like there’s no tomorrow.

“This feels better” he told me as he plowed into me. “You’re much better lubed this time, thanks to our last fuck. ”

He then warned me it would take a while for him to shoot a second time and that I should be ready for a long ride.

But I wasn’t ready for a long ride. He was hitting spots that were causing my cock to jump and leak. I was quickly building to an orgasm.

All of a sudden it hit. I screamed, the sound muffled by his underwear, and shot on the pillows beneath me.

But fucker boy was nowhere near ready and continues to fuck my ass. I wanted him to stop. After all, I’d already cum. But I didn’t say anything.

For what seemed like forever, he pounded my ass. Now I’m really sore. Tears are running down my face, but I’m still hard — and I mean hard as a rock. If you look at the second picture, you can see that it was taking a toll on me.

I could feel he was getting close. That’s when, using the remote, he took this picture.

Pain and pleasure.

I could actually feel his cock get bigger as he prepared to shoot, and then wham! He did. He started to cum, and he kept on and on. His second load seemed three times as big as the first.

Finally, with a gasp he fell on top of me, his full weight pressed against me. He felt hot and I felt content.

He lay on top of me for a half hour after, holding me, kissing me, whispering how good it felt. His cock stayed in me for most of that time. Every now and then he would push it in further and I would gasp.

Eventually his cock got soft and slid out of me. I felt empty, but he still held me until I felt better.

He left the underwear for me. I have even had another playmate wear them once when he fucked me.

Once again, a hard cock had made me lose control.

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The story Taking Care of Myself tells of the guy I turned down over his refusal to use a condom. Well, I met I up with him again. And, well, I told you this blog would cover everything I do, even the stupid things. This time when I ran into him, I agreed to go out for a drink. We ended up talking, and I told him about my dares and showed him some photos of my naked exploits on my phone.

He suggested we go to this really small gay bar where we could play a game of strip pool. “Excellent,” I thought.

When we got to the bar, I wasn’t planning on having another drink, but he persuaded me to indulge. He assured me he would give me a ride home, and I could pick up my car the next morning.

Before I knew it, I was tipsy and standing in the bar wearing nothing but my underwear. (I suck at pool.)

There were seven people at the bar watching us, and because it was close to closing time, the bartender locked the door so we could go for broke in the game. Anybody wanting to get in could knock and be let in, but nobody else showed up.

Shortly afterward I lost my underwear, and there I was, naked and erect. One of the people was recording all of this with a camera. My friend suggested we finish the game, even though I was stripped. I agreed and promptly scratched shooting for the eight ball. I mockingly slumped over the table.

All of a sudden he was behind me, dressed but with his cock out. I don’t know where he had gotten it but he had lubed himself up with a safe sex kit and he started lubing my hole. I was feeling dizzy (or drunk) but let him. Okay, I more than let him — I was moaning every time his finger hit my prostate.

Then he pressed his cock against my hole. “I know you want it,” he whispered as he pressed a bottle of poppers up to my nose.

I inhaled.

The head of his hard cock was so close to entering me and with the high from the poppers, I wanted him in me so bad. Clearly I was thinking with my dick and not my other head. I pushed back and with an audible pop, he was in me.

The initial penetration hurt so good. But when he started ramming me, I was in heaven. I don’t think it mattered to him. He was getting what he wanted, and he was going to take it. At that point I was getting exactly what I wanted too.

As the initial high from the poppers wore off, the situation hit me: There I was, at a bar, bent over a pool table getting plowed while the others at the bar watched. I knew I should stop him, but I started pushing back.

At one point a person who was filming everything with a cell phone came up to me and aimed it at my face. “How does it feel to be stripped and then fucked bare in public?” he asked. I was a little shocked that the entire thing was being captured and wanted to make a protest, but I was being fucked so hard I couldn’t answer; all I could do was grunt. The guy with the phone moved to get a better angle of the action. I saw what he filmed before I left the bar that night: He got everything. Nothing was left to the imagination.

It wasn’t an extended fuck but it was hot and furious. It wasn’t long before the fucker let out a roar and came. That triggered me, and I shot my load on the floor in front.

Exhausted, I collapsed, my chest lying on the pool table. He collapsed on top of me, still connected to me. I know I should have felt bad but at the moment it felt nice.

“You don’t have anything to worry about,” he whispered in my ear as he pulled his cock out. I pulled on my underwear, the bar door was unlocked, and we sat at the bar in our underwear drinking, the people at the bar buying us drinks for a great show. A couple of people did come in to the bar afterwards. When they asked why we were in our underwear, they were shown the film on the cell phone.

For the record, I ended up back at my new friend’s guesthouse where he fucked me three more time that night and the next morning. So much for will power.

Somewhere, someone has the video of that encounter, which could end up on XTube, I suppose. For now, I offer this cautionary tale — the first in a series to be posted here — showing how a hard cock can simply make me lose control.

As I write this, I just got back from my latest HIV test. My last slip, now well documented on my blog, happened over a month ago. These blogs are written long before they are put up on the site. The result? Still negative — god knows how.

Bu that was just the rapid HIV test. I’ll have to wait three months for additional results to be certain.

Under the circumstances, it seemed like a good time for a little self-questioning.

First: Am I a nudist/naturist or am I an exhibitionist?

I’ve never liked clothes. My parents tell me even as a baby, I would wriggle out of my clothes and crawl around naked. They would try anything to get me to keep them on. At some point they stopped trying.

But one morning when I was 14, they finally put their foot down. I got up, went downstairs, got a cup of orange juice and went back to my room. I was half asleep, totally naked and fully erect. What I didn’t notice was my mother had a bunch of friends with her and they were all in the kitchen as I walked in and out of the room. My mother was embarrassed, and the others were shocked, except her best friend who only said “Marc has grown quite a bit, hasn’t he?”

I think this situation, and the fact I wanted to race downhill skiing, made them pack me off to boarding school where I could pursue my skiing ambitions. They didn’t realize that sending an about-to-become-sexually-active-bottom-gay-boy to a all-male boarding school was like sending a chocolate bar into a weight watchers group.

At boarding school we would streak for laughs. In doing that, I soon learned that I always became hard when naked in a public setting. Luckily, I wasn’t given to much hazing about it, since a good percentage of the student body knew I was gay and had already found the benefits of that. Most of my classmates were always very protective of me. I was very lucky that way; in most other settings, I would have been bullied and harassed. But at my school, I was just fucked. And that was fine with me.

About ten years ago, I discovered “The Naked Dare” and that has become a large part of my fun time. I love getting naked where I shouldn’t and almost always get hard when I do. That makes me an exhibitionist, right?

But I also love just hanging naked. I never wear clothes at home. When I travel, I prefer to stay someplace clothing optional. That makes me a naturist, doesn’t it?

Then there’s San Francisco, where I can walk around nude without breaking any laws. But when I do, I get excited. Does that make me a naturist or an exhibitionist?

So where does that leave me: Naturist/Nudist? Exhibitionist? Nudist with exhibitionistic tendencies? Exhibitionist with the attitude of a nudist? Pervert?

These are all labels, and the older I get, the more I refuse to be limited by words.

I’ve only begun to accept that I just want to be naked. That I love to defy what others think and try to get naked where I shouldn’t — not to show off, but to show that one should have a right be naked where one wants.

Last night I was driving when I got in the mood to strip. I parked, got undressed, and started my walk. It was late so no kids would be around. After I passed several people who seemed amused at what I was doing I realized that my walk should come to an end. I decided not to take the long way back but ran on a busy intersection and ran back to my car in full view of a great deal deal of traffic. I got in my car, put down the top of my convertible, and drove home naked. Any car that was bigger than mine, meaning 99.9% of them could see it all.

I wasn’t being a nudist or an exhibitionist. I was just being me.

Note: Many of the photos shown here never been shared before. I’m always in need of photographers to help me get more photos. So if you’re in South Florida or will be at San Francisco’s Folsom Street Fair in September, I’d be happy to meet anyone who wants — especially if you take me out shooting photos.

The first time I ever did a completely out-in-open daytime naked walk was in San Francisco a year and a half ago. That experience literally changed my life.

I had been a part of a Yahoo group of gay nudists/exhibitionists. The group often had bets in which the forfeit was some sort of naked dare. I had lost a bet and my forfeit was to be walked around San Francisco, wherever the leader decided, completely buck naked. Since I do not live in San Francisco, it had to wait until I visited. In July of 2010 I came to town for the Up Your Alley fair at Dore Alley. It was time to pay the bet.

I arrived at the corner of Castro and Market and found there was a nice sized group to watch me pay off my debt, including Mitch , who was filming for Buck Naked in Public and this site’s owner, Bucephalus (whom I was meeting for the first time). They were a great group of guys, and I felt relieved.

Okay, part of me wasn’t relieved. The thing is, when I get naked in public, I also get erect. I wasn’t sure if that would be a good thing here.

I had tested out how it would feel the night before. I had gone out with a couple guys and had strolled around naked. Like every other time, I did something like this, I got hard.

But this time I had to stay flaccid. I was going out in the bright light of day and was going to be the only one nude. I was told it would be safer if I stayed soft. I thought I could do it. My dick had other ideas.

We went down Castro Street, and at a spot that was completely open, I was told to strip. Wow! There I was in a very open part of the sidewalk and I was ordered to get naked. This was going to be both a challenge and a dream come true. Also, I hadn’t even started getting hard.

I started taking off my clothes, and I felt good. Nothing was happening. I started thinking I wasn’t going to get hard — then the reality set in. I was about to get totally naked on a busy street. I felt the blush rush to my cheeks. Then I felt my blood going someplace else.

I thought, “NO, NOT HERE! NOT NOW!”

The more I thought that I couldn’t get hard, the faster my blood flowed to my penis.

I tried to think of other things.

Nope, that only made me stiffer.

I started taking off my pants, and I knew I had lost the battle. I was trying to undress while holding my cock down and keeping it hidden.

In one second I would have to let it go and everyone would see.

I had to let go of more than just my cock. I also had to let go of all my inhibitions: My worry about my overweight body. My worry about my erection. All my self doubts. I was exposing myself, to the bright light of day. All of me, imperfections and all.

It was time. I took a deep breath and let myself go.

It was an amazing moment.

There I was. A Nudist. An Exhbitionist. Naked and Proud.

I folded my clothes.

Put my hat on.

And started my walk.

Head erect. Both of them.

It was a great day.

One popular component of the gathering is the vast vendor fair that occupies large portions of the hotel with all manner of leather paraphernalia, clothing, toys, and fetish gear. (On a dare, I once walked the entire circumference of the vendor area stark naked, finally getting stopped by hotel security just as I was completing the assigned task.)

The leatherfest also includes many dances as well as impromptu play parties, in addition to the contest that forms the climax of the multi-day affair. And throughout it all, there is a surreal quality of being in a hotel where at every turn people are walking through the lobby, down halls, and up and down escalators in leather or revealing fetish wear.

And so to honor this annual celebration of the leather life, we offer this month a collection of leather-themed photos. Joining me in these smoldering shots is my sexy friend Gary, whom you saw in a previous photo set. I hope our new set, the Lure of Leather, gets you in the mood for a little kinky exploration of your own.

Damn! After work Monday I stopped by my favorite gay coffee shop. I had just ordered when this really hot guy came up to me. He introduced himself and we went to a table. He looked exactly like the werewolf character in True Blood.

I asked why he had approached me, and he said he was at Slammerts, the sex club I had talked about going to the other day. When he asked if that was me in the sling, I blushed.

He then pulled me in his arms and said he wanted to take me back to his guest house and fuck me. I just smiled. He said he had everything we needed: lube, and poppers.

“And condoms?” I asked.

He whispered in my ear and said he was going to breed me.

I told him No; gotta wear a condom.

He told me if I insisted he wear a condom then it wasn’t going to happen.

I leaned over, kissed him on the cheek and said “I guess it’s not gonna happen.”

I left.

Damn! He was hot — and hung, too, from what I took hold of in the coffee shop. But not every fantasy comes true.

So I went home, got a toy, set up my camera, and played for the blog. Here are the pictures. I was horny, and it felt real good.

As for the other guy — I have been known to slip in the heat of the moment. But I’m not planning on going bareback. It’s just not going to happen anymore.

This weekend I spent a good deal of time editing some pictures. On top of my normal job, I do freelance editing of photos, newsletters, and various other graphics work.

I’ve always been amazed at how much the feel of a photograph can change just by the way it’s cropped. Here is a demonstration.

The uncropped picture was taken in San Francisco a year and a half ago. I was paying off a lost bet by doing an hour-long naked walk around the city. Several people came along as photographers or spectators, including the owner of this site, Bucephalus. We ended at one of the city’s many staircases, where Bucephalus stripped down and got into some of the pictures. This is one of those shots.

Just look at how the entire feel of the picture changes from the original, to the cropped version, to the even more cropped version. Personally I like the third shot, the one that’s edited the most, though I love all three.

This is one of my favorite photos because I really enjoyed getting to know Bucephalus. Hopefully I’ll get a chance to do some more shots with him at some point.

I would really like to know what you all think! Please use the comments section below to give me your opinion. And thanks!

I call the piece “Res Erection”

I might as well post that picture considering last night I was a complete slut.
The blog is called “stripped bare” because you are going to get all of me, when I act good — and when I act bad.

I’ve always been involved in a church, but because a major power struggle in my last one caused me to leave, this was my second Easter week that I haven’t been involved in services. I missed doing that, but I was also feeling pissed at why it happened. On top of that, I was horny as hell, so I decided to do the opposite of what I usually do on Easter Saturday: I headed to a sex club.

When I got there, the parking lot was full and they were using the lot next door for overflow. I hadn’t been for a while, so I had to get a new membership. Even though the place was packed, there were only one or two people who had shed any clothes. I, on the other hand, got a locker and stripped completely. There is a real powerful feeling walking among a couple hundred horny clothed guys and being one of the only ones naked. The fact that I also had a major erection made me feel that much better.

I was getting a lot of feels as I checked things out. I walked into a group room that had a large circular platform with a mattress on top. I saw the guy I wanted and he had the same idea. In two seconds I was down on my knees sucking his really nice 6” cock.

He lifted me up and asked if I would go to a booth so he could fuck me. I told him I preferred to stay in a public area, but he won out. I sucked him some more and then pulled out a condom from a fanny pack I was carrying with me. He was in it and in me real fast. He threw a nice fuck and I’m sure we entertained a few with the amount of noise we made. He shot but I didn’t.

He then asked if I liked getting fucked in the public area. I said yes and he then led me back to it. The room was getting crowded, but no one was on the platform. He pushed me so I was bent over the platform and then walked over to a group of guys. He came back with one of them. He told that this guy wanted to fuck, and could I give him a condom and some lube from my bag? I did so, and pretty soon I was being ridden again.

By now there was a small group of guys around us watching me get plowed. When the second guy finished, a third was ready to take his place. As I was getting fucked again, I heard the second guy say he would be back.

Five minutes later, I was still being fucked by the third one when I heard a bunch of the guys around me start whispering. The second guy had returned with a friend. The third guy dismounted me without cumming.

That’s when I saw what had caused the commotion. I gasped.

This guy was a huge. Not only tall, not only built, but he had the largest cock I had seen. He came over to me and just looked down, I couldn’t get past the mammoth cock that was sticking in front. I knew I was going to get fucked.

He stared at me and asked, “Raw or safe?”

“Safe,” I replied. He sighed but complied.

He had brought his own condom and it took a while for him to get it on. He got me on my hands and knees and was about to enter me doggy style when someone said “Damn, how did you get all of that into a condom”. He grunted about it being tight and then started pushing in.

Luckily at that time, someone put some poppers under my nose, making it easier for big man to get in. I was in such pain and such pleasure. He had only started to fuck when he started ramming in fast. Big man swore and then shot in his rubber. As he pulled out, he said he was sorry; he hadn’t cum for a while, and I was tight.

He then held me as the third guy reentered me and finished too.

Then for a long time, big man held me as everyone else who had been watching stood around. Gradually it was just him and me on the platform. We started making out.

Then I felt it: His cock was growing.

He looked at me and told me I should be ashamed making him cum so fast.

Before I knew it, he had taken a seated position and bent me over his knee. He gave me the hardest bare bottom spanking, the sounds apparently carrying all over the club. By the end of it he was laughing. I was crying but incredibly turned on. The room was full.

He then stood up, flipped me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing, and carried me out of the room. I ended up in a public alcove in a sling. As he was lubing himself up his friend asked if he should get him “another one.” He said no, he wanted to feel every bit of me.

He looked at me and showed his hard, glistening cock. At that point someone turned up the spotlight that shone over the sling. I could see the gleaming, engorged mushroom head. We understood each other’s wants and needs.

“You sure?” he asked. “Once I start, I’m not stopping.”

I just smiled and lay back, bracing myself for the assault I wanted.

He slowly pushed deep into my guts. I could actually hear a sound as the head popped into my ass. I stifled a scream as he pushed the rest of the way in. Not giving me a second to get used to it, he pulled back and rammed in.

He then proceeded to give me the hardest fuck I could remember. I was grunting and crying out, my breath knocked out of me every time he rammed in. He used the sling to his advantage, getting every inch of his titanic cock deep in me, places that hadn’t been touched in a long time. He told me later he was 10 ¾ inches long and thick.

We had a huge crowd watching us; hands were running over my body and stroking my cock. There was also someone giving me poppers when I needed it.

After a long time I felt myself close to an orgasm, and I couldn’t stop. After I came, I wasn’t in the mood to get fucked anymore. He just looked down and told me to take it. He was fucking me, and he didn’t care if I came. It was my place to be used.

I don’t know how long he fucked me. I just felt him ramming me, felt hands around me.

I grew erect again. Every now and then I heard a gasp as someone beside the sling who was jerking off shot his load on me. I had cum on my stomach from where I shot, cum in my hair and my face and all over where some of the watchers had cum.

Then with a deep bellow he pulled out and added his load.

He then took me to the bar, my body still covered in cum. This bar lets members have a drink as long as they store their own liquor there. He told me he was using his friend’s liquor. I don’t store liquor there, so he gave me one. It was hot being at that crowded bar area, totally naked with him and drenched in cum. We were the center of attention.

As we drank we talk and kissed. He told me he was from out of town but would love to do this again when he came back. We exchanged numbers. He then took me to the bathroom, cleaned me off, went back to the locker area and helped me get dressed and walked out with me as we left.

It’s Easter Sunday as I type this my ass is still very, very sore. Damn, it was a great Easter Vigil.