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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:
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.
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.
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.
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.Leave a Comment
Hawk’s been making me take photos. He wants it, I do it.Leave a Comment
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.
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.
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.
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|
It’s been a while since I’ve posted, and I don’t have much in the way of action stories to tell (all the exciting bits from the last two or three weeks are all under embargo to protect the innocent), but Hawk has been pushing me to post more pics on twitter so I thought I’d add them here as well.
|Current time without cumming:||25 days, 20 hours|
The last few days I’ve been spending my evenings edging and it’s making me go crazy. Any time Hawk texts me now I instantly get into that head-space where I want to do something daring and exciting for him. So when I say he’s been pushing me to post pics, it feels more like he is just telling me what I already know deep down I need to do. It’s an intense feeling that only comes when I am right on the edge, knowing I can’t go over.
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I had a great time at the Cub Camp singlet party on Saturday night. (The headline gives a bit of a clue why.)
The venue was a bar out in the west end, not in the gay village, which was an interesting change. I went with Hawk, wearing a green Nike singlet. On the trip over I only wore jeans and a hoodie over it (no t-shirt) and was already feeling somewhat bold, fantasizing a bit about Hawk taking the hoodie away and making me take the street car in the singlet.
One of the interesting things about this place was that because it was an ordinary bar, unlike the Black Eagle, there was a mix of regular customers in addition to the men in nothing but singlets. It was especially fun standing near the big windows at the front, seeing people’s expressions as they walked by on the street and wondering what the hell was going on.
I actually also ran into about 4 people I know from “normal life” so-to-speak, which made me a bit nervous about being too liberal with my behaviour. But, happily, one of these guys was already in a singlet and when he saw me come in immediately said “There better be a singlet under there!” which put me at east about stripping at least that far in front of them.
Despite there being quite a few people in normal street clothes, and dance area they had going was full of hot guys in nothing but tight spandex, which was really hot. I loved watching the guys grind up against each other in so little to start with, and even less as the night wore on and the singlets started to be rolled down to the waist.
Dancing with Hawk very quickly put me into that submissive/pup sort of headspace, and I didn’t protest at all when he pulled my singlet off my shoulders and down to my waist. I was still quite aware of the couple guys I knew around but was turned on enough not to care who saw.
Having been about two weeks since I had last cum, I got hard pretty quickly. Hawk teased kept teasing me and toying with the sides of my singlet, but didn’t go any further yet. He wanted to make me walk through the crowd to the front of the bar again, singlet rolled down and rock hard inside it. I protested a bit now, knowing that there were regular customers towards the front and the big windows to the street, but still followed along behind him as he led the way. I felt a lot more exposed out at the front without the crowd of guys dancing around me, but in a thrilling kind of way. I had gone somewhat soft in the time it took to get to the front, so at least I wasn’t too obscene any more.
After saying hi to a few people, we went back to the dance floor. Hawk continued to tease me and make me go wild. Soon that feeling started coming on, that undeniable urge to go further, and as Hawk’s hands toyed with the edges of my singlet, tugging it a bit further down inch by inch, and exposing my ass, I couldn’t take it anymore.
Overcome with desire, “pull it down!” I said into his ear. I don’t know if he heard, but then I said again “please! do it!” and he got the message – my singlet was down around my thighs, cock out in the open, right in the middle of the dance floor. With one hand he started jerking me off as we continued dancing and I was thinking who might be seeing me now exposed like this.
We were like that for a while, though I occasionally pulled the singlet back up as the rush of being exposed wore off, before that feeling built back up enough and I let it come down again. I don’t think I ever let it stay down for very long at first… at least not yet…
After a brief break to get some water and chat with some people out front again, we went back to the dance floor, and this time there was some groping along the way. I felt a guy grab my ass, and I liked it. He was behind me, and I made sure my body language said he could do more. The hottest thing wasn’t just feeling his hands on me, but it was when I felt him starting pulling down the sides of my singlet bit by bit. I was thinking “holy fuck, I don’t even know who this guy is and he’s slowly stripping my clothes off…” My mind was going nuts here wondering if this guy was going to pull it down all the way and expose me again. That would be a ballsy move, and a whole new level from Hawk doing it (since he already knows I want it), and sure enough he eventually did. Each tug got a little more aggressive, until my cock was out again and this random guy pushed the singlet down past my knees out of easy reach.
(Full disclosure: I found out after that it was actually somebody I had talked to a lot on Scruff before, so I wasn’t a stranger to him, though at the time I hadn’t gotten a good enough look to recognize him. At the time as far as I knew this was a random guy who didn’t know me.)
Eventually he drifted away from us for whatever reason, and Hawk and I kept dancing. Though I pulled my singlet up again, the ratio of being covered to not was rapidly decreasing as the night went on.
At one point, when we were near the edge of the room, Hawk took a seat on the bench along the back wall. He said later that he felt like suddenly all eyes were on him, and from my perspective at the time, I know why: I thought he was going to start sucking me off right there. I think that’s what everybody else was thinking was about to happen too. He didn’t do anything, though, and just watched me as I was in front of him almost entirely naked, unable to use his body as a shield to cover up at all.
There were two quite hot guys dancing together right next to us, one of whom in particular I had had my eye on since the beginning of the night. Nice build, beard, nerdy glasses. Right up my alley. He was facing towards me and the other guy he had been with all night (I’m assuming his boyfriend) was grinding up behind him. As I was there hard out in the open, he put his hand out and starting grabbing my cock.
Like I said, this guy was just my type, and I was really turned on to have him show interest in grabbing me. I turned towards him and started dancing with him a bit, feeling him up, as Hawk stood up behind me to watch.
I was getting very stimulated now with this new hottie stroking my cock on the dance floor. I had to pull his hand off at least a couple times, and eventually told him that I was too close to cumming for him to keep going. It didn’t seem to deter him at all, though, and he kept going back for it. I was loving it, feeling his body, my hand now inside his singlet feeling his rock hard cock, with my singlet now down to my ankles.
I leaned over to Hawk beside me, “I think this guy really wants me to cum.”
I don’t remember exactly what his response was, but it was along the lines of “Good, let it happen.”
I could barely believe what was happening at this point – me, almost naked, in a normal bar, surrounded by hot half-naked men, in the middle of the dance floor, being jerked off by his hot guy in front of everybody. I leaned into the guy jerking me and told him again, “If you keep going you’re going to make me cum,” but this time without pulling his hand away. He kind of just smiled at me and kept going.
“Seriously, you’re going to make me get cum all over your singlet,” I warned him, and he just nodded. Fuck this is hot now. And at that point, I knew it was really about to happen.
He started jerking me in earnest now, no longer any semblance of just innocently groping each other as we danced. Anybody who looked out way would know exactly what was about to happen. I leaned back a bit and just enjoyed it, moving my legs a bit to push the singlet down further, and as I approached the edge I pulled my feet out and kicked the singlet off entirely. Fully naked now, it took me almost no time at all to start shooting my load onto this random guy.
Pretty quickly I realized he wasn’t just letting it fly everywhere, he was catching it in his hands. He kept rubbing my dick as it finished shooting, until it was so sensitive I had to almost push him off me telling him to stop. He still just smiled at me, and before I knew what was happening he took his cum filled hands and smeared them all over me, up my chest, and over my face, getting my cum all over me. He just kind of laughed as he did it, but also with this nice dominant vibe, like “I don’t care if you don’t want this cum all over you, you’re going to fucking take it.”
Now the high is wearing off a bit and I’m thinking, “fuck, where’s my singlet?” Maybe I should have kept jerking the guy who just got me off to see if he wanted to add his own cum to the mix, but I pulled away a bit and picked my singlet back up off the floor (luckily, it hadn’t gone far when I kicked it off). Of course one of those friends, one in street clothes, chose that moment, just as I was trying to stumble back into my singlet, to come up and say “Hey look, you finally got naked!” At least he was already familiar with this “Greg Naked” persona of mine so it wasn’t too revelatory, but it was certainly a bit of awkward timing!
“Haha, yeah…” *stumbles into pant leg, wonders if he just saw me get jerked off, wonders if he sees the cum on my face*
We did stay a bit longer after that, but obviously that was the highlight for me. Hawk made sure to fill the host (abeardedboy/@domisadog) in on what had happened, knowing he’d probably get a kick out of it, and he gave me a hug on our way out not caring that I had cum all over me. (At least, I think he didn’t care; I’m not sure he actually picked up on that detail!)
As for how this affects the 12 shot challenge, Hawk said that because of the special spur-of-the-moment nature of what had happened, it would count only as a well-earned bonus cum shot, not as part of my regular 12. After all, what good is staying this horny all year if I can’t take advantage of a scene as hot as that when it comes up, right?
|Number of times cumming in 2014:||4 (plus 1 bonus shot; only 8 left!)|
|Longest time without cumming:||78 days, 1 hours|
|Last stretch:||13 days, 4 hours|
|Time without cumming now:||0 days, 0 hours|
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.
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.Leave a Comment
On Friday Hawk and my own hormones convinced me to lock my collar back on, and over the weekend I was at a few events at which it was out in the open. I have to say, it’s been a really mixed bag and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
On one hand, I get that symbols are useful for shorthand communication; cf. the hanky code, among other things. But what really infuriates me about the kink community is this sense I get so often that there’s one right way to participate in a kink, and if you don’t follow the rules you aren’t welcome. I would have thought fellow kinksters, if anybody, would have understood that enforcing models onto other people’s sexuality isn’t a good way of going about things. I know it’s not a universal attitude, but even when I talk to fellow kinksters about it who tend to agree, it is still often only in a “I’m not racist but” kind of way.
This weekend it came up most directly in the form of assumptions about what my wearing a collar signified. One guy addressed Hawk as if I wasn’t even there. One laughed at me for “not knowing what it meant” when telling me that other guys weren’t allowed to flirt with me with it on. Another asked “so are you his boy now?” as if that was a well defined relationship model. I don’t really fault any of these guys for it—like I said I get that there is symbolism attached to it—but that symbolism seemed to conjure up all these rules about what I should and shouldn’t be doing with it for people. With my friends I know I explain things and correct their expectations, but some are really stubborn about it. It is not a surprise to me as this is by no means the first time I have faced this (I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been called “a bad sub” or told that “you must not really be into [any given kink] then” for not conforming to exactly how a guy thought things should go), but frankly I still just don’t get it.
Why am I wearing this collar? I wear it because I think it’s hot to be bound to a sign of submission to Hawk. It doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to speak to other guys. It doesn’t mean I’m exclusively “his boy”, whatever that is supposed to mean. It doesn’t mean that I’m not my own person. It doesn’t really define anything about my relationship to Hawk or anybody else other than the fact that we both thought it would be hot for me to wear it. I really wish that was the only assumption people would come up to me with.Leave a Comment
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
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.
— Greg Naked (@GregNaked) February 15, 2014
Today I was out and about in the afternoon, and since an upcoming change in my work schedule will make this usual for a weekday afternoon, I decided to finally stop by a well-known cruising washroom on the university campus to see what all the fuss is about.
It wasn’t too hard to find the washroom. It was a bit of a funny layout with four urinals, two on either side of a wall dividing the room. Three were taken, so I walked up to the fourth. I heard nobody pissing and very quickly I could tell the guy next to me was hard. Naturally, I took a step back and started to jack myself off too. I had a feeling the two guys on the other side of the wall were here for the same thing, so I wasn’t worried about being quiet. Sure enough, after a few seconds, I saw out of the corner of my eye one of the guys peer around the corner to see what was going on.
The guy beside me stepped back towards the stalls against the far wall, where the fourth guy opposite him could see, and soon he had stepped back as well. All four of us were there with cocks out, hard, and jerking.
Unfortunately, the washroom wasn’t completely deserted from casual users, and we were interrupted a few times. Each time we tried to act as casual as possible, but I couldn’t help but feel a bit like cockroaches scurrying away from the light. I think it must have been quite obvious to anybody coming in that something was up.
The scene of four guys jerking off for each other out in the open was really turning me on, and it was difficult for me not to cum. Mostly I just had to watch, but I felt awkward not participating. More than anything I wanted to just get on my knees and suck them all off. (Well, more than anything I wanted to do that AND have someone taking pictures). Among other reasons, we were getting interrupted a bit too often for me to be comfortable getting down on my knees there, though, so I decided to leave for the time being. Maybe I’ll try it again before the week is out. (I’m hard now fantasizing about going back into one of the stalls, stripping off all my clothes, and jerking with all the guys there!)
On my way home, I stopped off at a department store to do some shopping, and I couldn’t help but remember one time where I had sucked a guy off and swallowed his load in the washroom here. I remember being on my knees that time. The guy had cum rather quickly, and has soon as he did he was doing up his pants and walking out. I had just stood up, still tasting cum in my mouth, when some other guy walked in. Ten seconds slower and he would have caught us in the act. I don’t think this particular washroom was likely to be cruisy, so I didn’t bother going in (I had real shopping to do!) but I did notice a guy leaving the washroom at one point and thought to myself, “I wonder if I could have just given him a blowjob.”
Oh, and of course I couldn’t help but get completely naked in the changing rooms while trying stuff on:
My last cruising stop of the day was later in the evening at the gym. I went and did a workout to make the visit legit (great motivation for keeping fit, I think) and then went to enjoy the showers and sauna. In the showers while rinsing off, I noted a large black guy in board shorts who had been standing in the showers when I had arrived was still there. I don’t think it’s a spoiler to say he was there the entire time I was, using the one shower. Normally hanging out that long means he’s checking guys out, but I didn’t detect any gay eyes, so who knows what he was doing.
There was one guy in the showers when I first got there who instantly I knew was checking me out, so I made sure he could see everything, and enjoyed watching him get semi hard. He was on his way out, though, so the show was short lived. Other than that, I’d have to say this is probably the first time I’ve used this particular gym that I have’t found somebody hanging out in the showers or sauna looking to jerk off. So that was a little disappointing. But, I’m kind of happy that the place isn’t a complete bathhouse. Irregular payoff is more satisfying to us than something regular anyway; more habit forming at any rate.Leave a Comment