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A couple nudist/exhibitionist friends of mine were in town and asked about going to the naked beach for some showing off. I immediately jumped on board, and contacted Hawk and another exhibitionist friend to invite them along as well.

It was of course lots of fun being naked with these guys, especially with the other local friend of mine couldn’t help but get hard on the beach. And as hung as he is it was damn hot to see.

Though the water was nearly freezing, we did dare go in for a bit. Hawk really liked teasing me under the water. We were down at a quieter side of the beach but there were still boats around and definitely people along the shore could see us standing closer together than would be completely innocent. Needless to say he had me on the edge pretty quickly (at this point it was over a week since that incident on the street) but he wasn’t about to let me cum. Mostly I was just so turned on at him being bold enough to jerk me off just under the surface, knowing anybody could figure out what we were up to.

We took a break from the chilly waters — with surprisingly little shrinkage thanks to the extra support I had been getting to keep things fluffed up — and Hawk decided to send me for a walk in the woods. My clothes left behind with our bags on the beach, of course. No description of what happened there is really necessary, aside from the simple fact that I found plenty to entertain myself with back there. You can watch for yourself:

That wasn’t even the best part yet. After returning to the beach and relaxing in the sun a bit more with my naked friends, we decided to try the water one more time before leaving. Again, it was freezing, but this time I was motivating myself thinking that maybe Hawk would jerk me off again. I started getting hard just thinking about it and sure enough things started getting frisky under water. We’re in at most four feet of water, Hawk starting to jerk me off, and my other friend watching, getting hard himself.

There was one boat in particular that had four hot gay guys on it that I’m sure could have seen what was going on if they looked in our direction. I like to think I kept things pretty subtle, though I don’t think there can ever be anything really subtle about getting handjob a few meters of the shore of a not empty beach.

The whole feeling of being exposed and out in the open was getting me very close again. I told Hawk that he was getting me right on the edge, and he kept going. Soon I felt I was going to shoot. I was about to bust my load right here in front of everybody, with Hawk jerking me and my friend jerking himself watching, hard beneath the surface, and who knows who else wise to our game. Hawk didn’t stop, and as I struggled to maintain composure from the waist up, I passed the point of no return and seven days of cum was spilling into the lake, creating what basically looked like solid white ropes scattered in the cold water.

Right away my brain started to gain some senses back and I became aware of how close the three of us were standing together. No way anybody who noticed us out there wouldn’t have figured that something was up. I backed away a bit, while my friend still kept jerking his cock. I forget the details but I know Hawk got his hands in there to help out too. It didn’t take long before he started getting close to the edge too, except I don’t think there was any worry about composure from him. He was grunting and groaning more and more with each stroke, and when he finally went over the edge he let out this obviously orgasm-induced moan that I’m sure must have been heard halfway down the beach.

We all started laughing immediately as the reality of what he just did sunk in, though it seemed that we got away with it; even the guys in the boat not 5 meters away didn’t seem to take notice.

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I woke up hard and horny this morning as usual. 18 days since I last came. It was about 6am when I woke up, and even though I could be sleeping in on this Saturday morning, my hard on wasn’t having it. It needed attention.

As is my usual routine I went online, I got into a really fucking hot conversation with a really hot guy on dudesnude, talking about getting naked in public. If half the stuff this guy said he’s done is true, he’s got balls.

He wanted to meet up with me and make me strip for him.

Then let’s go for a walk… I will say strip now! And no matter who can see you you have to take your shorts off, then shirt. You will not have underwear or shoes. Flip flops only. You will walk while stripping and hand them to me. I will decide when and where you are not naked.

I was rock hard and he knew it, but he wanted proof that I was actually going to be willing to do what he said when he said it.

I need you to do a dare for me today to prove your obedience. I want your to take a fully nude fully erect selfie anywhere outdoors and public. No private patio or enclosed backyard… that’s cheating.

You will send your pic to me via SMS text by no later then 7pm.

Normally when guys order me to take pics for them it doesn’t work for me; I really have to be in the mood for it, and I have to be into the particular pic he wants. This time, both were right on the money. I knew if I was going to take a pic like that I wouldn’t be able to do it later in the day. It was 6:30 am now; this is as quiet outside as it’s going to get.

I already had a place in mind. I put on a plain white T-shirt, thin gym shorts (no underwear), and flip flops, and was out the door with keys in one hand and phone in the other.

Once outside I walk for a bit until I find the secluded corner I had in mind to try this. I was pretty sure I couldn’t be seen from anywhere, and nobody was around on the street. My shirt came off and I threw it down onto the pavement as I approached where I knew my shorts would be coming off. Already I’m turned on just being out in public without a shirt. I get my camera app ready and start thinking about how I’m going to do this. Starting to watch for people, thinking how quickly I can get my shorts off, where I’ll throw them to be out of the shot but still handy to get back on quickly if I need…. then I remember I’m also supposed to be hard for this pic.

Ok, I thought, getting hard isn’t going to be a problem after 18 days, but I want to be ready when the shorts come off. So still with shorts on, I start jerking off through the material.

Fuck, I realize, this is actually going to be dangerous. I can feel myself getting close to cum and I’m not even hard yet.

Stop. Take a breath.

Ok, off the edge a bit, keep going, going to get rock solid for this pic, out naked in public….

Getting harder, getting closer again…

Fuck, too far, wait, stop, gotta relax….

FUCK! Too late, before I can even loosen my grip I realize I’m cumming already, right there in my shorts.

Fuck, my shorts! This is all I have to wear and after just two spurts it is already starting to soak through, dripping down the outside.

Without even thinking if the coast is clear, and still more out in the open than I was planning, I shuck the shorts down to my ankles and try to aim my still-cumming cock further out so it lands on the pavement instead of in my shorts. After 18 days there’s a huge load and all of it is coming out.

After I stop cumming I’m just in a daze for a second. Ok, gotta get a pic to prove that I was out here for that guy. So I snap a quick shot (it wasn’t a great one so it isn’t going online here, sorry) and pull up my shorts again. They are soaked. There’s a huge cum stain in the crotch and down one leg. And there’s nothing to do about it.

I start walking back along the sidewalk, pick up my t-shirt and put it back on on the way, hoping every hope I could that I wouldn’t pass anybody getting back into my building. Happily, I got lucky on that count and did manage to make it back to my apartment without being seen.

I sent the guy the pic I took, and I think he was overall satisfied though he did say he’d have to issue another, harder challenge for not being hard in it.

After that, of course, I lost a bit of my nerve and we never did follow through with meeting him. We are still in contact though so it may yet happen. Who knows what he’ll make me do in person… especially if he catches me after a few weeks again.

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So, time to come clean.

I had done really well through the first part of the year, but lately I’ve fallen off the wagon a bit. I’ve cheated a few times and been jerking off (yes, all the way) more than I should.

There was an incident right before pride where I was checking out this really hot guy on xtube by the name of sabulum and just couldn’t keep it in any more. Especially with this video:

Something about how nervous he seems, but still goes through with what his dick is telling him to do, talking himself through it, and showing everything in the process, is really really hot. Even better that he’s so damn cute, and in that video locked in chastity too. Can’t help but wonder what the story there is. The videos of him leaving his apartment building buck naked also really got me off.

So, including my “bonus” cumshot, that would be my 8th load of the year.

Except, well, I did have a couple weaker moments earlier in the year, because of the problem I described in this post. These were always right after another cumshot, though, so really all part of the same event. So really when I say eight times cumming so far, I really mean that I’ve cum on 8 different days. And only 8 different days. For my own sanity I think I have to give myself a few hours grace period like that—which, for the record, I’ve only made use of twice, and still try to avoid—to keep up with the spirit of this whole challenge of going as long as possible between each orgasm.

Anyway, that happened back on June 24th, but here we are in July. There were a couple more times this week, once two days ago and once tonight, where I really have no excuse other than just jerking off to porn only and not having the self control I needed. So, those are shots 9 and 10. Without really any explanation. Totally a waste! Though it felt good at the moment I know it would be been so much more fun to save them up.

As part of all this, I revamped the Stats page a bit, so that I now have a table of each individual day that I’ve shot a load, plus how long it had been since the last one, and a link to the post where I describe what happened. I think this setup will be easier for me to keep up to date, which means it’ll keep me honest!

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Ok, now that pride has officially started, I need to take advantage of all the hot guys in town. It didn’t take long to find someone on Grindr that wanted to use me. There’s no need to describe what happened, since he was more than willing to get it on video, and was looking forward to posting it online himself.

For those of you on Tumblr, it’s got thousands of notes now, so feel free to reblog it! (click here).

For the rest, watch it on xtube:

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Saturday afternoon, a friend of mine was having a summer kick-off barbeque, full of lots of hot gay guys. Just the kind of thing to get me boned up and fantasizing about all sorts of porn movie style plot twists. This is where I am going into it:

Number of times cumming in 2014: 4 (plus 1 bonus shot; only 8 left!)
Current time without cumming: 56 days, 17 hours

Definitely due. But at this point I’m also thinking that pride is just a few weeks away and it might be worth saving up for that..

Despite my porn-movie fantasies, I wasn’t really thinking that anything would happen here. There were a couple guys there that I have hooked up with before and would consider doing again, but I’m not the type to initiate anything… usually.

There was one guy in particular that I’ve had a lot of fun with in the past, and I knew if I was going to get off with anybody it was going to be him. My first time with him was taking him home from a bar with my boyfriend-at-the-time (my ex now), and being so eager to get going that after making out and fingering him in the cab ride home, we stripped him down in the elevator and was face fucking him by the time we got to my floor. Inside his clothes were left on the floor by the door while the two of us stripped. In no time he was on the bed on all fours and I was inside him while my ex jerked off and watched me pound him. Since this was after an evening of lost of flirting and teasing, it didn’t take me long to shove it in deep and bust my load. I pulled out and passed this guy’s ass over to my ex and he took his turn without missing a beat.

That probably over a year ago now, but still every time we see each other we’re more handsy than I am with anybody else and there’s a definite sense in the air that we could fuck at any moment.

It wasn’t exactly on purpose, but after a bit of flirting with him on and off and chatting with some of my other friends, I lost track of him, and thought I would take a break to go up to the washroom. Turns out, that’s where he had gone too. The two of us were waiting outside the only bathroom, very innocent, when the guy using it came out and past us going back downstairs. As this hot little guy moved to go into the bathroom, I grabbed his arm and diverted him into the host’s bedroom instead.

He immediately grabbed my head and we started making out, no question about someone noticing we had gone or coming into the room to catch us. As I grabbed his crotch and he grabbed mine, he made to move away and head back out to the bathroom as planned, I guess being satisfied with our clandestine make-out session. I, however, wasn’t, so said “wait” as I undid my shorts and got my cock out.

Despite being a bit concerned about being caught now, he bent down and started sucking. I was hard in no time and enjoyed my hand on the back of his head, thrusting in and out, enjoying the fact that there was a party going on just outside the window in the backyard.

Again he pulled off, apparently in a hurry to get out, but again I said “wait”, and added “you’re going to swallow it.” The look in his eyes was this hot kind of submission, giving away that he knew he should leave but also that he knew he was going to stay. He gave in to those deeper desires and got down on his knees.

Now I’m really getting into it, this guy sucking me off, a huge load built up, knowing that this guy is going to have my 2-month load of cum in his stomach and the taste of it still in his mouth when he goes back outside. As much as I wanted to bend him over the bed and fuck his brains out again, I was loving this blowjob and was getting off on making him swallow it. As I got closer I started to get more and more into it and started caring less about who might be on the other side of the door overhearing us. I don’t know how long it took but when I finally burst this guy was a trooper and swallowed every drop. I’m sure it might quite a nice thick mouthful, because when he stood up, swallowed again, he said, “wow that was a big load”. Yeah, no shit!

Number of times cumming in 2014: 5 (plus 1 bonus shot; only 7 left!)
Current time without cumming: 0 days, 0 hours
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I have a bit of catching up to do…

Up to 49 days now since the last time I came, I’m back into that headspace where it’s hard to think of anything else, to the point of where I get very willing to do whatever it takes to get off. After waiting this long though, it has to be worth it.

Today Hawk and I had big plans, and although things didn’t quite work out as we hoped, I had a lot of fun and got some good pictures. We went to spend the day at the local clothing-optional (and very gay friendly) beach, of which the trails off the southern end are known for lots of cruising.

Hawk and I set up camp at that end of the beach, and almost immediately he had me strip and go for a walk. While he was fully dressed, the two of us went to check out the famously cruisy woods.

It’s an interesting experience back there. The kind of place I would want to go as a sociologist and observe the various mating behaviours. Generally, the atmosphere was, as Hawk put it, tentative. There were quite a few guys walking around back there, but nothing very obvious. Unless, of course, you started looking into some of the thicker patches of trees where guys would actually go to get down to business.

We first went into one of these cubby holes on our own, and Hawk had me pose for some pictures, on all fours, offering my ass up to whoever would walk by.

naked and on my knees in the woods

Who’s next?

A guy did follow us in, and wasn’t at all shy about getting caught on camera when he sucked me off a bit and then bent me over.

Bent over for a guy in the woods

Hold on tight

I was only just warming up, though, so Hawk and I kept walked. Shortly we ran into a fairly well built guy who was very forward about wanting to get with me. Standing next to him on the path he put my hand onto his cock, already hard under his shorts, and said “let’s go somewhere”. He led me through the trees, past a couple of guys blowing each other, and very quickly had me on my knees with his balls shoved in my mouth while he got off. I could tell almost right away that he was ready to cum as he jerked his cock faster and faster, until he pulled my head off and pointed straight into my mouth. Hawk, unfortunately, wasn’t expecting it to come so quickly and didn’t get to catch it on video.

Guy cumming in my mouth

Drink up

While we did walk around for quite a while and considered letting me get off somewhere out in the open, there weren’t many guys there that I was really into doing anything more with. After a bit of relaxing in the sun on the beach for a while—too busy that afternoon to openly jack off on the beach like I had hoped—we decided to pack up and head back into town. Unfortunately the shower block—known to be a good place for the gays to stop off on their way home for one last chance to get their rocks off, and lately the frequent backdrop to some of abeardedboy’s slutty photos—was closed due to construction on the water pipes in the area. Otherwise I think I would have been on my knees there to service a literal boat-load or two of guys!

Anyway, like I said, though I had a good time spending the afternoon with Hawk, the situation just wasn’t right to warrant spending my 49 day load, so it’s going to keep building up for at least another week…

Current time without cumming: 49 days, 17 hours
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So, turns out edging for about four days is not a good plan when you’re trying not to cum.

One thing that has been really amazing about cutting back on how often I jerk off is that when I do, I can get a lot harder and stay harder with much a much subtler touch than I normally do. Something that I wasn’t able to do as well before was just rub my fingers over the corona (the flared out part at the base of the head), lubbed up with precum, and feel myself right on the edge. I mean I’ve always done something like that, but the sensations are way more intense when I’m that hard and, I suppose, because I get it much more rarely.

I did plenty of edging since January and always managed to hold off, but I think once you add the fact that I had just cum the previous week for the first time in 78 days, my body remembered what it was like and really, really wanted to do it again.

So, short story is that my will-power went completely out the window. I guess we’ll call that #4. When I say completely out the window I really mean it, so I’m definitely cheating a bit here, but given that whatever happened was all part of a single binge, I think I’m still in the spirit of things. Maybe. I’m going to tell myself that at least.

Number of times cumming in 2014: 4 (only 8 left!)
Time without cumming: 0 days, 0 hours
Longest time without cumming: 78 days, 1 hours
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As of last Thursday it had been 78 days since I had last cum. I was starting to worry that the bar was being raised too high by letting it go so long, and was thinking about just releasing the pressure the old fashioned way. I could worry about doing something more memorable next round. On Wednesday, though, Hawk suggested something worth waiting for: a really cute friend of ours had arranged to get fucked by at least a couple guys in the backroom of the Black Eagle during Naked Night. This I wanted to see, and I wanted to be horny for it to appreciate every moment.

Being an exhibitionist, and part-time nudist (when the mood strikes), I love naked night. I love just hanging with people with nothing hiding and everything out in the open. I’d enjoy it even if there wasn’t a back room element, as that side of it usually isn’t very noteworthy anyway. Often it’s just a dozen or so guys around the edges of the room waiting for something to happen. This week it was quite full, though, with lots of blowjobs and jerking off.

When I first got there I found Hawk and his boyfriend in the back just standing around having a chat, though sex was in the air and all around us. They had been there a bit already, and I wasn’t really ready to jump right in, so I moved back out into the main bar to say hi to a few friends of mind I had run into on the way in.

Of course, I didn’t want to miss anything fun that was going on in the back, so made my way back eventually. This cute friend of ours claims that, despite the rumours, there wasn’t actually any planned rendezvous, so I might not be getting the show I was hoping for. As he, Hawk, and I were chatting though, this big hunk of a guy walked up to him and just said “Suck me off”. It was so hot to hear him just say “ok” and get down on his knees. I had no idea who this guy was but just seeing him take control like, and seeing this friend submit, was really hot.

There was a lot going on throughout the night, and I won’t describe all of it, but I enjoyed taking it all in. I didn’t, however, participate in much. I didn’t want to blow my load on some random blowjob. I came very very close, though, watching that friend—the one who claimed the rumours of him getting fucked that night weren’t true—get bent over a table in the center of the bar while another guy rammed in to the hilt. Fuck, the moans he was making as he was getting pounded, with the whole bar around him watching, made me rock hard. Hawk slide up behind me and that was it—between Hawk’s cock up against my ass, his hand on my cock, and the visual of these two guys fucking in the open, I was going over the edge.

But no, again, I didn’t want to cum like that either. If Hawk was going to push me over the edge, I wanted to earn it from him and cum when he told me to, not just because I was too close to the edge to handle it. So I backed away for a moment, and literally had to walk off to a corner, close my eyes, and take a few deep breaths to avoid exploding all over the table that guy was getting fucked on. (Thinking back on it, coating his face in it would have been a pretty hot way to go!)

All told I was there maybe a few hours, but that was the closest I came to cumming. After seeing at least a few guys get fucked, getting close to the edge several times, and catching up with some friends in a non-sexual way, I decided to call it a night and head home.

So, if cumming at the bar in front of everybody wasn’t enough, how did I finally blow it?

Just like I said I would — jacking off at home.

78 days of cum

This is what eleven weeks of cum looks like.

Now, of course there’s a lot more to tell about how exactly I jerked off and what pushed me over the edge in the end, but I think I’d already given enough detail for one night :) Suffice to say, it felt damn good, and worth the wait.

Note: I’m back-dating this a couple days as per my policy of keeping things in chronological order. Since I posted an update at the time it happened I’m just dating this back enough to precede a few other sexy encounters I’ll be writing about soon. Written on March 27th.

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It’s now been over two months.

I want to cum this week.

I think it should happen while I’m getting fucked.

Maybe while guys take turns at me.

Or even while they don’t—I’ve wanted to get double-fucked again for a while.

Maybe try to cum without touching myself, but if that doesn’t work, only after all the guys are done.

And I think it should happen on film.

Now, who wants to help?

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Happily the light was much better for this photo.

I don’t know whether it was because I was still on a high from swallowing that guy’s load yesterday, a rush of endorphins from the start of the long weekend, or both, but tonight I felt like I was in overdrive. I don’t think I’ll go into too many details this time, but suffice to say that by about 9 pm I had sucked off a hot thick latino guy in a park by my place despite the freezing temperatures (I tried to take a pic but there was not enough light), and by 11 pm I had a new video to post on xtube.

Thinking back on it I wonder if I was giving in a bit too much, and even now maybe admitting a bit too much by putting it on the record here, but having still not cum in weeks it just felt right. That’s a theme that continued a bit later when I started texting with Hawk, and he started saying things like this:

I think about forcing a collar on you all the time.

I want you to resign yourself to wearing a collar everywhere.

Last time he had locked the collar on me, we had negotiated that I would only wear it for a week, using the excuse that I had a date with a guy the next weekend and didn’t want to scare him off. When he unlocked it a week later, he told me to take the collar and the lock home, but kept the key for himself. I think he like the thought that if I caved and locked it back on, I wouldn’t have any escape without his permission. With that context, he sent this:

I feel like it’s time to lock it on you and keep it on, and if you want to talk logistics and fears we do that while it’s locked on you.

Throughout our whole conversation I was incredibly turned on, knowing he was right, knowing I wanted to feel the collar locked on and feel the significance of being his pup without any negotiations about end dates or when I might need the collar off for whatever lame excuse my nerves might want to come up with. Immediately after that last text, he said:

We can continue this tomorrow, I think it’s time for bed.

But I had to text back

Too late.

and told him to check twitter, where I had posted the evidence of what I had done by way of my first Vine. Turn on the audio and listen to that click.

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