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This was an evening where Hawk basically said, let’s go for a walk and get you naked. A lot happened that night, and it was a really hot time all around, but I’m going to stick mostly to letting the photos speak for themselves.

I started in only a pair of short shorts (commando) and a tank. Right away, Hawk pulled the tank off—he didn’t ask, he just said it was coming off. For the rest of the night this is all I had on:

Nothing but short shorts

This is all I was allowed to wear the entire time

I wasn’t with Hawk for 5 minutes before he said, “hey, what’s that brightly lit area over there?”

Good lighting basically meant it was the first place I was going to get naked that night.

Statuesque

Just needed to toss my shorts off to one side

This was on a bit of a side street but still easily visible from the main strip. As I stood there I was watching the pedestrians go by hoping none of them would look this way since I was completely out in the open here. I didn’t stay naked long—you can see I didn’t even take my shorts off all the way—but it felt like ages. I started getting the feeling it was time to move on, and we kept walking. (Hawk was actually nice enough to give me my tank back to help calm my nerves since I was feeling particularly exposed after that, but he stripped it off again after just a couple blocks.)

We later were able to find a couple alleyways that were nicely off the beaten track, and this time Hawk made sure it all came off.

Everything off

Everything off

Exploring a bit more, we came across a particularly secluded alley, long and twisty with a dead end. I got really turned on here, feeling a bit safer. My clothes were dropped in one corner and we walked around a bit, me fully naked now, still visible from the streets in some places. I was so turned on by this I really felt like I needed to be used and taken advantage of.

Begging to be used

Begging to be used

I did get a bit of action in that alleyway but not nearly as much as I needed. That was the end of the outdoor photos, though. I didn’t get to cum, but we definitely did continue the adventure behind closed doors for a bit. I’m going to leave the rest to the imagination for now though.

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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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