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SEXUALITY: Bisexual
GENDER: Male
TITLE: Showing Off to the Stripper

It was a hot day by Seattle standards, and the weekend was supposed to be clear and dry. When all my Friday errands were done, I still had some time and cash left, so I decided to go and get another kilt, one that was suitable for warm weather. Once I had left the shop, my truck got engulfed in traffic, the weekly exodus to the mountains and the ocean was in full swing. My a/c wasn't working, making the heat unbearable, so I found a strip mall parking lot where I could change into something cooler, hopefully without getting caught. I peeled off my tight sweaty jeans, and wrapped my new kilt around me before stepping outside to fasten and adjust it. I took off my hemp t-shirt, draping it over the seat back, and stripped off my soaked speedo as casually as I could. I plopped back into the leather seat, enjoying the soft folds of the nylon material as they caressed my hardening member. I was thirsty and needing some more caffeine, so I pulled into an espresso stand, making sure the window was high enough to allow the barista babe to see my hardware if she was interested. Apparently she was, and as she handed me my iced latte with both hands, let her tiny fingertips roam over my lap for a few seconds. My rod jumped up to attention, escaping the shady confines, shining and throbbing in the bright afternoon sunlight. The cute young brunette jumped back and squealed, but hardly took her eyes off of my proud 7 inch soldier as she counted out my change. She reached over to hand it to me, so far that her head was inside my cab, and when I took it she wrapped both of her cool damp hands around my member and gave it a few strokes. A car pulled in behind me and honked, so she reluctantly leaned back, but not before coating her fingers with my slippery precum. As she told me to come back soon, she licked her wet fingertips, then rubbed the remainder over her cheeks, chin and forehead. I almost came right there, but was able to get back into the heavy traffic and drive, but with visions of her ripe young body clouding my mind. After about a half hour (and a half mile), I decided to check out a strip bar along the highway, to kill some time until the sun went down and the traffic thinned out. I watched the procession of nubile young beauties do their routines, and was getting a bit bored when a middle-aged woman with some meat on her bones (just enough, and in the right places) came on stage. I was lost in her moves, watching her curves jiggle and her eyes dance as she looked directly at me. I wanted to have a private show afterwards, but had to wait for a couple old men to have her up close first. But the whole time she was giving them lap-dances she was looking my direction. I was obviously excited when she came over to me, took me by the hand, and led me to the most secluded booth in the house. I sat down and we talked as she stripped her bra off. When she asked what I had on under the kilt, I told her to find out for herself. As her hot hand grasped my rigid pole, her eyes grew wide, and she gasped and moaned. I slid my ass out to the edge of the seat, and she raised up my kilt, then rubbed her perfect soft tits all around my cock and balls. My precum was flowing like a faucet, and soon her breasts were slick and shiny from my secretions. The hot blonde breathlessly told how exciting this was, and even went so far as to rub my slippery cockhead around her face and neck. I was about to explode, and told her so, so we moved apart a bit. She told me how much I owed so far, and I was about out of money at that point, so I payed her and she went back behind the bar. It took me a while to calm down enough to walk out of the dark club without my penis showing from under my kilt, so I got to see her again on stage. When I got out to my truck, I parked facing the back fence of the parking lot, and lifted my kilt and jerked off under the street light. My cum splattered all over the fence and blacktop, and finally I could drive back up to the mountains while concentrating on the road.

SEXUALITY: Homosexual
GENDER: Male
TITLE: Reluctant Exhibitionism

The University I attended required all graduates to learn how to swim. The tradition was for the male students to be in the nude during training. The whys and hows of this I cannot imagine but it was a tragic situation for me. The very first time I went to the pool I developed a huge boner that could not be hid. I did not know until I was told to go in the alltogether in the locker room that the swim suit I had brought was forbidden. What! All of a sudden a thrill went through my vitals like I had never experienced and the blood gorged my dick. Being only 17 erections were fast and uncontrolable. I concentrated on going to the denist, my mother, falling down stairs - anything to get the extremely sexy looking fellow swimmers off my mind. Now that I think back several were hiding boners as I was. Exhibitionism is great for me when in the woods or when the audience is friendly or excape is possible. It is NOT so great when the sight of 10 nude teenagers under the control of the University causes an erection. I sat cross legged and covered my penis with my arms. I hunched over going to the pool so maybe no body would notice. We had no goggles so maybe they could not see my turgid dick as we went back and forth in the water. This was desperate agony. In 1961 suspicion of being turned on by other men was absolutely taboo. After somehow surviving that first experience I went to the dressing room running with a dick you could hang your hat on. While I fumbling with my lock and trying to hide what was becoming a dick so stimulated that I felt I would cum even without stroking it, a fellow I had been in the pool with came up to me and said he saw my hardon and had had one himself just looking at me. I guess I did not hide it after all. His index finger was all brused by the biting to keep the dick in check. At this I got hard again in my underware; he smiled and said he would like to know me better. I could not imagine why. This was my last class at the swimming pool for almost 4 years. I was threatened with not getting my degree if I did not pass this class. If I knew then what I know now I would have strolled up those steps to the pool with a boner hard and dripping. Let them handle that! The next episode at the pool is the subject for another time.

SEXUALITY: Solosexual
GENDER: Male
TITLE: Wonderful San Francisco

My first experience with exposing myself outside was at a nude gay beach near San Francisco. Not knowing what to expect, I went with an Air Force buddy. I don't think we even knew it was "cloths optional" when we scurried down the cliff to the beach. There was a great view of the Golden Gate bridge and that was what interested us. To our great surprise there were dozens of men all stark nude: some lying about and some playing sports and others walking around. I was enchanted and my friend was appaled. He wanted to go to the hotel and I agreed faking my disgust. I had to return here. After I dropped him off, I returned to the beach and removed all my clothing. I was very embarassed and scared but extremely excited for some reason I did not understand. I tried to hide the boner which was growing uncontrolablly. I mean, what did it say about someone to have a hardon while walking around other nude men? The cool air helped and a walk in the cold water did the trick. I managed to walk about a mile down the beach to the end where a sign informed me that nudity was not allowed beyond that point. The cloths were far away and that thrilled me beyond belief. The boner began to return and this time the water was pretty far away. As I gingerly walked to the surf a guy sort of popped up from behind one of the huge bolders which had falled from the cliff. He had been sunning himself in private. Such a hardon he had. I felt better about mine and we walked together up the beach. Several people passed and saw us with our dicks sticking out. What a rush! Every time it happened the plesure got greater and the desire for more took over. He cautioned discression and said he had to turn back as it was getting late. I was very sorry to loose this great friend. When he was out of sight and when I was by myself, I stroked my dick and came almost at once with a huge shot onto the cool sand. Suddenly, I looked around and found my friend observing me from behind one of those huge rocks. Now that was really something. He cane out and jerked off in front of me not particularily caring whether or not anyone could see. Having once tasted the joys of nudity I have had many wonderful experiences.

SEXUALITY: Homosexual
GENDER: Male
TITLE: Menahuni Trails

I recall hiking in the remote part of Kauai, Hawaii along a trail called the Menahuni Ditch. I loved the wind and the sun AND the possibility at every turn in the trail of being seen without a chance to avoid it. I had all my cloths in my backpack, flip flops and sunglasses. Takes my breath away just to think of it. Had absolutely no excuse for the nuidity but in this renote area I figured no one would really care. The thrill was almost driving me wild. I had traveled some 5000 miles to do this. I would get a boner from time to time - especially when the wind stopped and the sun was warm. As the time went by I got hornyier and hornier and craved to be seen. Nobody. Nothing. But the burning desire to cum rose within me nevertheless. At one turn I suddenly came upon a young fellow hiking down the trail. He was about 100 feet away when first appeared. There I was stark necked with a moderate hardon. He stared at me as if he had never seen a necked man before. That just make me harder but I did not try to cover myself. I enjoyed being seen not only in the raw but with my dick at a 45 degree angle. I hoped he would disrobe and join me but he did not. He went on his way without a word. But when I got further up the trail I looked back and there he was totally nude and I think I saw him stroking his cock. How I wished we were together doing that.

SEXUALITY: In-Between
GENDER: Male
TITLE: Cuming in Style

I love to make an "exhibit" in the woods or on the beach or in the desert where there are few people but the chance of being seen are there. Like to leave my cloths in a safe spot and go as far as I dare totally necked. This creats a thrill beyond compair. I conned a friend to come with me one time. He had never hiked in the nude before and was quite surprised by the rapture he felt. We were in the desert with miles and miles of open space around us. Soon he had a boner and was embarassed. This caused me to have a boner as well. I don't think he had had sexual thoughts about me or any male and was surprised to see them pop up. When we stopped by a tiny spring that came from nowhere and went to nowhere the chemestry between us changed. I saw that hard, wet dick and just had to stroke it. I just reached over and carefully began rubbing the top with my palm to get the lubrication. He shivered all over. Then I gave the top a little pressure with my palm and he goaned with pleasure. Then I began stroking him slowly full length pulling the skin up tightly over the head. Pre-cum flowed and he got very wet indeed. After he told me he was about to cum, I began sucking him. Put my lips to the head of his dick and sucked in hard. Such a sound he made! Put the whole cock in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could to make the skin tight over the head on each stroke. With a groan and a shudder my mouth suddenly filled with sweet, hot cum fluid. He lay back in quiet rapture. We arose after a time and proceeded down the trail. I still had my hardon that was so stiff that it actually hurt. The pre-cum ran down my cock. I wanted to wait as long as I could because this would make the orgasism all the more sweet. My friend said he had long wanted to "get it in the ass" to my surprise, so we stopped again. My pre-cum was really flowing. He bent over and I was wild with passion. I ramed his butt hole with abandon and could not enter till I used siliva on the head to ease the way in. He seemed to enjoy it though he screamed with that sweet agony only the dick in the butt hole can provide. This was the beginning of a wonderful friendship.

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