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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’m way behind on posts. Finally posting this on August 10th, working through about a month of back posts. I’ve been keeping drafts to makes sure the timing and number of cumshots is still accurate, but unfortunately the write-ups might not be as long and detailed until I catch up…

It’s World Pride this year in Toronto, and I really wanted to save up for a while before Pride itself so I’d be really wound up and ready to have quite a bit of fun.

Number of times cumming in 2014: 5 (plus 1 bonus shot; only 7 left!)
Current time without cumming: 13 days, 2 hours

With almost two weeks built up already I am already really horny, and already psyching myself up to get some action. Pride officially started tonight and though the parade isn’t for another week, I was thinking a lot of people might already be in town and looking to get off. I decided not to wait, and go slut it up at the bathhouse as a kind of opening ceremonies for myself.

Unfortunately my great reasoning didn’t quite work out, and the bathhouse wasn’t quite as hopping as I was hoping it might be. There were a fair number of people around, but not the hot crowds that pride promised.

I did spend some time on my knees in the dark room / play maze area and sucked a few cocks. There were a couple hot guys floating around; one really fit asian guy that I liked feeling up as he leaned up against the wall and I was on my knees servicing. I probably took two or three loads in the face and swallowed one before deciding to take a break—and this is without really even seeing the guys, it being so dark.

I went down to the wet area, rinsed off in the showers, and went into the steamroom. The layout of this place has a big glass wall facing the showers, and because it’s darker in the steamroom you can sit there and watch guys showering or walking by to the hot tub. It’s a good way to see who is around. One guy in particular caught my eye at this point: probably early to mid twenties, tall, dark hair, kind of lanky but well defined, and wearing, of all things, a pair of running sneakers. Not your usual footwear in the showers.

He came in to the steamroom and sat a little ways away from me. He seemed like he was actively ignoring everybody, like a closeted guy desperately trying to avoid looking at someone’s junk in a high school locker room. Definitely the hottest guy around, though. I tried catching his eye but he was determined to stay staring at that spot on the wall. A couple guys did approach him, touched his leg, but he immediately pushed their hands away and said “No thanks, I’m good”. Ok, so maybe this guy really isn’t interested in doing anything.

I’ve never been one for sitting in the heat for long, so I got up, had another quick rinse in the showers, and then walked down to the hottub. I was still trying to catch his eye, smile at him, make sure he saw where I was headed, just in case he was paying attention out of his peripheral vision.

After only about a minute, he came out of the steam room and walked down to the hot tub (setting his sneakers neatly by the side with his towel before getting in). There were two other guys in there who greeted us as we got in. He said “Hi” politely, and this time we briefly made eye contact as he got in, but there wasn’t much communication after that. At least here he was watching the porn, glancing around the room a bit, and I hope checking me out a bit. I’m pretty sure he knew I was playing with myself under the water. But again, I knew he wasn’t going to be the most approachable. I figured my best chance was just to make it known I was interested, not come on to strong, and hope he would come to me.

I knew nothing was going to happen in the hot tub with these other guys around, so I decided to move back to the steam room, and this time definitely made eye contact with the guy as I left. Ok, I thought, this is it. If he follows, I know he’s interested, but if not, then I’ll give up and move on.

Sure enough, less than a minute later he was back in the steam room—sneakers back on—and taking a seat about two feet away.

I started to play with myself under my towel, still not wanting to come on too strong to scare him away, but still making it clear that I was getting off on checking him out. He was watching out of the corner of his eye, still seeming kind of skittish, but soon he was scooching along be bench a bit, getting closer, and before long his hand was on my leg. Game on.

Almost right away he leaned over and started kissing me. Hot, I thought, that a guy who I thought seemed nervous about hooking up with a guy at all, just dived right in. I was really enjoying making out with this guy as he jerked me off and my hands were all over his nice tight body. Others in the room started taking interest, and as always happened, started moving in to take part. This is bad, I thought; I already know he’s not into these guys. He pushed their hands away again, but they stayed where they were right beside and in front of us watching. Every once in a while a hand would start to wander and again we’d have to move it.

“Let’s go somewhere else,” he said.

“Do you have a room?” I asked. Usually I have no interest in going to a guy’s room (if I wanted to have sex in private I’d have just invited someone over to my place from Grindr), but for this guy I might make an exception.

“No, do you?”

“No, but we can find somewhere.”

We got up and headed upstairs, to the dark area, where I knew there were lots of dark corners. Once we were in a spot that I thought might be pretty well sheltered, I pushed him up against the wall, took his towel off, and got down to my knees.

It wasn’t long before we had an audience again, though. If they just behave themselves, I thought, maybe we’ll be ok. He did have to say “no thanks, we’re fine” a couple times. As if to shake off the mosquitoes, he pulled me up and got us to change positions. There was a little stool against the wall where I sat, and now he was on his knees sucking me off.

I know he wasn’t into the guys around, which in a weird way made it even hotter that he was down sucking me off in front of all of them.

Unfortunately, this also made him a bit more vulnerable, not able to see guys coming up and his hands occupier. I did my best fending off the other guys. Fuck, this was getting annoying. One guy in particular started touching my buddy, I pushed him off and said “no thanks”, but without even a polite pause he immediately put his hands back on. This time I took his wrist firmly and moved his hand away, saying “no”. Approaching once is fine, and even if I’m not into a guy I won’t hold it against a guy for trying, but fucking learn what “no” means. For a third time, this guy not only starts touching us again, but actually crouches down to get closer to my friend, as if to hump him from behind. I’ve had enough now, I push him off, firmly enough that he has to take a step back to steady himself, and say loudly enough for anybody else watching to hear clearly “We said NO”.

This was—understandably—the last straw for my guy, and he got up, saying “I can’t do this with these guys around”. Fuck. I go with him, hoping that there’ll still be another chance, and I remember that there are actually some private booths around.

I tell him, and though he seems like he’s a bit done with this, he does follow me to the other side of the dark area and into one of the booths. The first one doesn’t latch, and we joke that everything is working against us at this point, but the second one works fine. I’m a little worried that the trolls from before will have followed is and might start pawing at us through the numerous glory holes, but we luck out and are left alone.

Both towels are on the group in no time, and after a bit more making out, I get down onto my knees to finish what I started before. He’s into it, holding my head, running his hands through my hair, and soon I’m swallowing his load. I stand up, happily he’s still willing to kiss, and then surprisingly—I was sure once he came he’d be done—he moved down and started sucking me off again.

Though I had lost my high a bit from those pushy guys earlier, all the hormones came rushing back, thinking about cute guy sucking me off and potentially giving him my load. I figured after what has been a very mixed experience for this guy (I’m hoping the part with me swallowing his load made some of it worth it) I didn’t want to disappoint this guy. I let myself get close to the edge, wondering if this is how I wanted to spend my 6th load, and knowing that I really really wanted to let this guy have it.

I started to indicate I was getting close, and though he kept sucking for a bit, he did stop long enough to say “can I just jerk you off to finish?”

Fuuuuck.

Looking back on it, I should have just said it was alright, I didn’t need to cum (something I’ve gotten used to saying) but I was too close to really think rationally about it. So I just said “sure” and let myself explode, shooting cum all over him and the wall behind him. Damn that felt good. I would have preferred he swallow it, but it was still hot coating him in two weeks of cum. Probably more than he expected. If he was a neophyte, nervous about doing something with a guy, there was no denying that he had just had cock in his mouth and made a guy orgasm given how much of my cum was all over him.

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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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Tonight marks the end of our one-week experiment of me living with a collar locked on by Hawk. It was definitely an interesting experience.

Despite the fact that I mostly wore it under T-shirts or collared shirts, such that most people would only think it was a chain necklace if they noticed it at all, it was still kind of exhilarating knowing I was wearing a symbol of my submission to Hawk in public. He heavily encouraged wearing it with the lock showing so that some might pick up on the fact that it was more than just a fashion accessory. There was certainly no hiding it in the showers at the gym.

Collared at the gym

Collared at the gym, lock out and proud

Tonight I met up with Hawk so that I could be unlocked. I know he wanted to keep me collared, probably indefinitely. Immediately after entering his apartment he put me in mitts, locked on, and started stripping me. There were many times that I came close to cumming over the next hour or two, but there’s still at least another week before February. Hawk had no such restrictions, though, and added a few photos to his camera roll.

Before parting, he dressed me (still with mitts locked on so I was pretty helpless), bundled me up to go outside (which gave us the silly sense that I was a kid in kindergarten again), and took me out for a walk. He didn’t go as far as using a leash, but that may come in time.

Now since its winter, I’m sure 99% of people thought nothing of the mitts I was wearing. I doubt anybody noticed the locks. But, it’s an interesting thing to walk that line between public and private, to experiment with exposure and kinks like that. I have no interest in making other people unwilling participants in my fantasies. I don’t think wearing a chain around my neck crosses that line, but maybe a leash would have, and while there are some obvious things that would cross it, it’s still hard to see where that line is. At least I know there will always be plenty of contexts (i.e. where I know the audience is more appreciative) where boundaries can be pushed a lot further. And everywhere else it’ll just test Hawk’s creativity to see how he can make me keep feeling like his good pup.

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