Although this story is purely a work of fiction, it's a fantasy that I hope to someday fulfill. Readers will note that I have omitted any character names and physical descriptions of the characters. The reader is invited to contribute his own imagination to the story by inventing for himself the names and descriptions of the characters. Any comments, suggestions or critiques may be directed to me at the following address: gymnoid@msn.com. Thanks for your input. Have fun!
On The Way To The Baths
I'd like to tell you about an experience I had last Friday when I decided to visit a local bath house for an evening of fun. I like to go on Friday nights not only because they have a free pizza and beer party at midnight, but also because the atmosphere seems to be looser then; you're more apt to see naked men having sex in the public areas of the club, more so than on any other night of the week. With any luck I would be one of those naked men having sex right out in the open for all to see.
See, I guess I'm an exhibitionist. I'm one of those guys that loves to get naked and hard, especially around other guys. Usually, when I go to the baths, I go to my locker and get undressed; but instead of wrapping a towel around my waist like most of the other guys do, I put the towel in my locker with the rest of my clothes and stay completely naked (and hard) while enjoying everything the club has to offer. My favorite activity is to first go to the video lounge and watch the pornos while I play with my dick and get it nice and stiff. After a while, when I'm good and hard, I'll get up and walk all over the club totally naked with my hard dick sticking out in front of me. The club has lots of mirrored walls, especially in the exercise area, and it's a great turn-on to look in the mirror and see myself naked with my stiff dick gently bobbing up and down as I walk through the area. It also gives me an opportunity to check out the naked guys in their rooms who leave their doors open while stretched out on their beds playing with themselves. I get really excited knowing that all these guys at the club are seeing me walking around with my dick all hard and oozing precum.
Usually, I'm the only guy there totally naked. Sometimes another guy'll sit down in the video lounge, take his towel off and play with himself for a while; or maybe two or more guys will get naked and have sex together in the lounge while a bunch of us guys watch. But when they leave the lounge they wrap their towels around themselves again. But once in a great while there'll be another guy naked carrying his towel in his hand or draped around his neck, leaving his cock, balls and ass exposed for everyone to see.
But to get on with my story, last Friday night I got to thinking about how exciting it would be to be naked not only while I was actually at the baths, but to be totally naked from the time I left my house to the time I returned home at the end of the night. Just the thought of it gave me a raging hardon that just wouldn't quit.
(As it turned out, I never did make it to the baths that night; but I ended up having a better time than I could have ever hoped for. Keep reading for all the juicy details.)
Having decided to follow through with my daring (baring?) plan, I decided that I had to go all the way. I would not take any kind of clothes or other possible covering with me in the car on the drive over; not even footwear. For some reason, I never feel completely naked unless I'm barefoot, too. Plus, the thought of not having anything with me to cover myself in case I was "caught" only added to the excitement of what I was about to do. For good, bad or indifferent, I was going out for an evening of fun the same way I came into this world, completely bare-assed.
Because my house is clothing-optional to all visitors, I'm usually naked whenever I'm home. So there wasn't much I had to do to get ready. I went upstairs to take a shower. While showering I noticed some hair growing back in my crotch area so I decided I needed a shave. Having rid myself of the hair on my dick, balls and crotch, I was as naked as I could get. While drying off I decided that I would, after all, wear a little something during my adventure this evening--my cock ring. Unfortunately, since my dick was rock-hard ever since I came up with the idea for my adventure, it was impossible for me to get the ring on over my throbbing hardon and cum-filled balls. So I gave up on the idea and decided I wouldn't wear anything but a smile and my woodie.
I went downstairs to get together the few things I would need to take with me: car keys, membership card, money, etc. and tossed them into the little pouch I use for my visits to the many nude beaches I frequent during the summer.
Finally the moment of truth arrived. I stepped out onto my back porch into the warm night air and felt a gentle breeze caress my naked body. The neighbor's security light shining into my back yard only served to heighten my sense of "danger" as I made my way across the yard to my car. As I walked, a delicate string of precum swung gently down from my pulsing rod and attached itself to my thigh just above my knee.
As I got in the car, my stiff dick naturally came to rest against the bottom of the steering wheel. As I backed out of the driveway, turning onto the street, the steering wheel rubbed against the underside of my dick; sending shivers of ecstasy running through my naked body. The copious precum oozing from my throbbing hardon made an excellent lube between the steering wheel and my leaking stiffie.
As I drove down my street it really hit home to me how vulnerable I was without so much as a pair of shorts in the car, let alone any other form of clothing. I mean, what if I had a flat tire or something? Especially since both my house and the club are within the city and I would be driving through populated neighborhood streets the whole way. It wouldn't be so bad coming home because it would be early in the morning, only a couple hours after the bars close, and the streets would be pretty much deserted then. But now it was not yet 11:00 PM; there were still plenty of people out and about. But finally I just shrugged my shoulders and put it out of my mind. I wasn't going to let anything spoil the thrill of driving naked through the city.
My route to the club normally takes me past the house of one of my fuck buddies. As I approached his house I saw that he was out front putting bags of garbage out on the tree lawn. I pulled up to the curb just as he set a plastic bag down on the grass. Looking up he smiled as he recognized me sitting behind the wheel. He walked up to the car and was about to speak as he stuck his head through the open window. But he stopped short as he saw that I was naked and hard. Breaking into a wide grin he chuckled as he commented on the obvious fact that I wasn't wearing any clothes. I proceeded to explain my adventure to him as he just stood there taking it all in--my story as well as the sight of my naked, throbbing cock oozing wads of thick, clear dick juice.
It was then he told me that he had been considering going to the baths himself after he finished a few chores. I told him that if he was ready to go now he was welcome to ride over with me. He thought about it for a moment and said that he just needed to get his wallet and keys and would be right out. He reluctantly turned his head from the sight of his fuck buddy sitting there naked waiting for him behind the wheel of the car, and trotted up to the door and disappeared into his house. I guess he took just a little longer than he should have but I never noticed it because I spent the time replaying in my mind the sight of his swollen crotch in his cut-offs. In fact, I could almost swear that I saw the tip of his swollen dick peeking out below the ragged hem of his cut-offs as he turned to head up to the house.
The sound of his door slamming broke my reverie. I looked up towards the house and watched in amazement as my buddy strutted down his driveway only slightly more dressed than I was; he was wearing a cock ring. Turned out to be the button-on kind so he was able to put it on himself even with a hard, throbbing cock. I managed to tear my gaze away from that beautiful hard dick gently swaying back and forth as he walked, and looked up at his face. In addition to his cock ring, he was wearing one of the biggest shit-eating grins I've ever seen on a person. Neither one of us said anything as he got into the car and slammed the door; we just gave each other the high fives.
My car has an automatic transmission but as I pulled away from the curb I reached into his crotch and grabbed his rod and pretended to shift through the gears as I accelerated down the street. He just laughed and eased back in his seat to make his hard dick more accessible to me as I played my little game. Then he reached into my crotch for my "gearshift" and even thought the car was moving at an even rate, we made a game of downshifting and upshifting as we made our way through the streets. We didn't have a problem shifting even though both our gearshift knobs were wet and slippery.
After a moment my buddy let out with a mild "aw shit." Asking what was wrong, he told me that he forgot to bring his cigarettes with him. When I suggested that he could buy a pack at the club from the machine he explained that he didn't want to do that because they were so expensive in the machine. Seeing the logic in what he said I had to agree with him. In fact, I had been so caught up in my naked adventure that I had forgotten to bring mine too. Turning onto a residential street I made a spur-of-the-moment decision and pulled to the curb in front of a "mom and pop" neighborhood convenience store that was still open.
Looking at me, he asked me what I was doing. I reminded him that we needed cigarettes; and why not stop and buy some? He just looked at me and said I must be nuts if I expected the two of us to just walk into a brightly lit neighborhood store completely bare-assed, with both of us sporting throbbing, leaking erections. I just looked at him and said "why not?" I pointed out that it was late at night and there didn't seem to be anyone out and about. Plus, being this close to the bath house, we were already in a neighborhood that had a significant gay population. So if anyone did see us, there's a good chance that they were gay too and wouldn't make a fuss. Shit, they'd probably enjoy the site of two naked and very horny young men out in public like this. Let's face it, you don't see a completely naked man with a pulsating, drooling hardon in a store buying cigarettes everyday; much less two such men.
Taking time to consider this, my buddy turned to look into the store. I followed his gaze and saw that, except for the hunky young stallion minding the counter, the store was empty of people. My buddy and I had both been to the store before and we had discussed the cute young guy behind the counter wondering if he "played in our sandbox" too. Looking through the store window we could see him standing there behind the counter wearing a tanktop, very short (and very tight) cut-offs and sandals. He was leaning over the counter paging through a magazine. His pose further stretched his already tight cut-offs and showed off a very nicely packed basket and accented his adorably cute little bubble-butt. Taking in the site of this hot young stallion, I would gladly bet my last dollar that he wasn't wearing any underwear under those shorts. I could tell that my buddy noticed this as well when I glanced at his crotch and saw that, while his dick had been hard and oozing all evening, now it seemed to have swelled just a little more and seemed even harder, if that was possible.. The head of his dick had turned dark purple and the precum was oozing out of his piss hole in a slow, steady stream; almost like he was taking a slow, easy piss. I probably don't have to tell you that my own dick was standing taller and straighter than it had been and was busy leaking its own stream of hot, sticky dick juice.
Turning back to me, I noticed that my buddy's breath had grown heavy and I could see, even in the low light level from the street lamp, that not just his face, but his whole body was flush with excitement. We both smiled at each other and he said, "Fuck, I guess I'm game if you are."
I looked around the street to make sure there wasn't some little old lady or anyone else around. We were being adventurous; but we also didn't want to be flagrant in our little adventure. There was no one around on the street so the coast was clear. Good enough. Both of us opened our doors at the same time, almost as if we were relying on each other for moral support, and stepped out into the open air of the city street. I felt a surge of excitement at the audacity of what we were doing. I came around the back of my car to join my buddy as we headed for the entrance. Feeling playful, I reached for his hand and held it in mine as I reached for the door to open it. I was pleased that my buddy didn't pull his hand away but squeezed mine gently in agreement.
With the sound of the door opening the cute young thing behind the counter hastily closed the magazine and fumbled to hide it behind the counter. Looking up to see who was coming in, he got so flustered seeing us walk in the door that the magazine he was trying to hide from our sight fluttered to the floor. But not before we were able to see that the magazine he had been perusing was the current issue of Playgirl. My buddy and I just looked at each other and smiled. I told my buddy that as long as we were here I wanted to get a bottle of pop; so I headed for the cooler in the back of the store. (I didn't really want the bottle of pop; I just wanted to maximize our naked shopping experience and give our hot little clerk a real show.) My buddy was following pretty closely since we were still holding hands so I thought I'd be playful and I stopped dead in my tracks. Since my buddy wasn't expecting it, he bumped right into my backside shoving his hard cock right between my legs and hitting the back of my ball sack with his hot slippery knob. Just then we heard a soft moan escape from the cute young clerk. Looking back towards the front of the store we saw that he had made his way to the back end of the counter and was watching us with his mouth hanging open damn near down to his chest. His face was red as a ripe strawberry. But what surprised us both was the dark wet stain that was slowly spreading across the crotch of his tight denim cut-offs. The little fucker had creamed his jeans just watching us walk into the store!
Without saying anything we went and got our pop and stepped up to the counter. The young clerk was back behind the counter and obviously embarrassed about his soggy shorts. He asked us if there was anything else.
My buddy and I smoke the same brand of cigarettes so I just asked him for two packs of Newports. Our randy clerk stumbled through some explanation that he didn't have any Newports up front but would have to get some from the back room. He turned and was already on his way before I could point out to him that there were some Newports right there in the rack above the counter. Oh well, maybe he was just flustered from the embarrassment of being caught shooting his wad in his pants. Consequently, I wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted me as he reappeared from the storeroom. It seems our little store clerk wasn't as shy as he seemed at first. For when he reappeared he was wearing nothing but a shy uncertain smile. That, and pleasingly plump, half swollen hunk of sausage hanging down over a pair of small perfectly round tight balls. His dick was shiny from the wet cum he had just splashed all over the inside of his cut-offs. It was obvious that he hadn't even tried to clean himself up but just shucked his clothes and made his entrance in all his shining glory.
Both me and my buddy broke out in laughter when we saw him--we were that surprised. Our laughter seemed to break the ice because, as we laughed, his tentative smile broke into a full wide grin. And not only that, but his dick started filling out again and rose to full mast, stiff and proud. I asked him if he wasn't concerned about being seen naked and hard by other customers. He explained with a twinkle in his eye that he couldn't very well wait on customers with a wet cum stain in his crotch; after all, what would people think? That really set all three of us off into gales of laughter. After we got ourselves together again he explained that it was just about closing time anyway and we had inspired him to close up the store and head for home dressed just like we were. He told us that he often fantasized about going naked in public and seeing us walk in the door together without a stitch on was enough to push him over the edge and take the plunge. He said he hoped we wouldn't mind. Mind? I was so hot by then that if I just touched my drooling dick I would have shot gallons of hot, steamy cum.
The three of us just stood there silently admiring each other's naked bodies for a moment. After about half a minute I broke the silence by explaining what my buddy and I were up to that evening. I could tell he liked what he was hearing because I couldn't help but notice that as I was talking his dick started throbbing noticeably and dripping strings of precum. So I did what any self-respecting naked and erect young man would do in my position. I invited him to join us in our little adventure.
He didn't take long to respond to my invitation by issuing an invitation of his own. It seemed that he lived close by and we were welcome to come over to his place and spend the rest of the evening getting to know each other better over a couple of six-packs. Just looking at him in all his naked glory made my mouth (and dick) water. So after a brief consultation flashed between my buddy's and my eyes we readily accepted his offer.
So after a hasty run through his closing ritual we found ourselves once again outdoors and bare-assed. Only this time there were three of us enjoying the freedom from clothing and the excitement of being naked together. We were reveling in sharing the experience of looking at each other's naked bodies and hard dicks. As we stood outside the back door of the store we discussed how to get to our young stallion's house. When I suggested that we would follow him home in my car, he responded by saying that because he lived so close to the store he walked back and forth to work. When I then offered him a ride with us, he challenged us to leave the car parked where it was and walk with him back to his place.
So there we were, the three of us walking down the street with our arms over each other's shoulders, our butt cheeks bouncing up and down in unison as we walked, our hard, throbbing dicks swaying back and forth as strings of precum hung down glistening in the light of the street lamps.