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It’s now over 30 days since I last came and probably about a week until I will be allowed to. I’m into that stage where I start thinking about all my fantasies I want to make come true. My plan for 2015 is going to be to set 12 different challenges or tasks, and aim to complete one per month.

Before we get to that, the first rule: I am not allowed to cum unless somewhere else is in the room. I’m not going to put a limit on how much I’m allowed to cum, or how often, just that I’m not allowed to waste a load alone.

At first I thought I shouldn’t be allowed to cum by my own hand at all, but I want to allow for times when I jerk off in places like the showers at the gym. For the record outdoors will always be allowed since there’s always somebody outdoors. Places in my own building don’t count, though, so I can’t just run off to the stairwell every night.

I don’t have all 12 challenges yet, so I need suggestions. I’ve already solicited some of these from twitter — tweet me @gregnaked or comment here and I’ll consider them. So far contenders are:

* take a baseball bat up my ass
* get double fucked
* walk naked around Church Street during pride
* shoot a load out in the open at the beach (not hiding in the bushes)
* get a good video of me topping someone
* drink piss on the street at Folsom
* take part in the World Naked Bike Ride

Needless to say, all of these will be done with photo and video evidence. Two — Folsom and the WNBR — depend on specific dates, so really I should have more than 12 challenges ready to go in case I can’t make those events on those dates.

Send me suggestions and I’ll post a complete list (or at least, more complete), on the Jan 1st.

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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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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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This afternoon TRADE threw me what has got to be one of the best birthday parties I’ve ever had.

Ok, so it wasn’t really for me, but it was an awesome party and it happened to be on my birthday, so I’m taking it for my own.

When I got to the bar, the place was empty, except for a line waiting to get upstairs to the patio. I had left my phone at home, not wanting to worry about where to put it if I suddenly found myself without pockets, so I didn’t even know for sure if my friends were there. The last thing I wanted was to wait half an hour and pay cover only to find out that I didn’t know anybody up there. The line turned out not to be so bad, though, when two thugish looking twinks in front of me basically started fucking just to pass the time. I didn’t mind sticking around to watch that.

When I finally did get upstairs, I found a patio full of hot guys, almost none wearing shirts and some not in shorts either, and right as I walked in a friend of mine was standing right there getting a blowjob from this cute scruffy guy. I walked right up and said my hellos, as if the blowjob happened was no big deal, and my friend introduced the scruffy guy to me. I forget his name now (I’m thinking maybe Leon?) but I remember having lots of fun with him. As soon as we were introduced, he grabs my cock, pulls it out of my shorts, and goes down to suck it. What a greeting to the party!

It’s wasn’t a complete orgy or anything, but I was hard most of the time and saw (and took part in) a fair number of blowjobs happening. It was also fun just spending time with some good friends, and some new friends. There was one guy in particular that I was really crushing on (still am, actually) and was thrilled to get to know him a bit better. Not to mention seeing get a little slutty himself (in the best possible ways).

As the night wore on, the TRADE event technically ended, although the scene on the patio was exactly the same. The only difference was that the bounces started breaking up blowjobs. It was a little weird that at 8:59 you could suck all the cock you wanted out in the open but at 9:00 you couldn’t. Maybe because they stopped warning people at the door to the bar what they might find inside.

In any case, we hung around a bit longer, but soon I was starting to feel really beat, and it was time to head out. My blowjob friend from the beginning of the night was still hanging around, and feeling each other up, he offered to come home with me. At this point, I should mention, he was down to just a pair of red spandex shorts, and the exhibitionist in me was really turned on by the fact that he had nothing else to wear until he got back to his hotel. I was really tempted to bring him with me, but at the same time I’m not really a take-them-home kind of guy (once home in private I’m more interested in other things than getting off, whereas I really get off on the sexual dynamics of a group of uninhibited friends at a bar). So I turned him down and went on my way to get some much needed rest on my own.

Though I didn’t get off, I had a hell of a good time. It was definitely one of the highlights of World Pride.

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Church Street is packed with people this weekend for Pride — actually, since Thursday, when the streets were so full of pedestrians they had to close it to cars. Pedestrians win! The main event isn’t until tomorrow (Sunday), but again I couldn’t wait, so with a little coaxing from my friends I stripped down completely in the street. Always a huge rush to do that. It only lasted a few minutes though. After my friends took a couple pics (ones I promised not to share since it’s not just me in them, sorry), a cop who had been watching from the other side of the streetstrolled over:

“Having fun?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied a little sheepishly, knowing what was coming, but still probably grinning like an idiot.

“Have you made your point?”

“… yeah…”

“Ok, put your pants back on”

“Ok.”

And I did, because I wasn’t there to cause trouble. Had it been parade day, or if I had kept moving and didn’t just stay by where all the cops happened to be standing, I’m sure I could have gotten away with it for much longer, but I still got my thrill.

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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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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 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.

Green singlet for Cub Camp

Outfit for Cub Camp

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
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I was chatting with a guy on Grindr tonight who suggested I meet up with him for a workout date at a nearby gym, including some time in the sauna after. This guy was really hot—dark and scruffy type—and seemed to want more than just a hookup, so I decided to meet him and give it a shot.

This gym has a reputation for being even cruisier than the one I normally frequent, and during my workout I could see why; the scenery was sure top-notch! We actually did do a bit of a workout and chatted on and off while we did our separate things, until we decided to wrap it up and go in for a steam.

I wanted to have a quick rinse before going into the sauna. This guy was ballsy enough to follow me right into the private stall, not giving a damn for who might see, which was really exciting. Usually that’s a bit beyond my comfort zone (I like to keep my exhibitionism to audiences that I know are willing, and the standard locker room crowd usually doesn’t fall under that category) but this guy was hot enough and the gym cruisy enough that I had to let him.

The sauna itself was much much smaller than at my usual gym, only seating three. There was a young black guy in there already, so we sat beside him. Almost right away I got the sense that the black guy would fall into the “willing” category, but equally quickly an older guy came in who did not. Older guy stood against the wall facing perpendicular to the bench with the three of us on it; black guy to my left, hot guy I came with to my right. The black guy was pretty obviously playing with himself and getting hard, I think knowing that he was outside the older guy’s peripheral vision. Maybe I’m just more conservative but I didn’t think I was safe, so I just watched a bit out of the corner of my eye.

He wasn’t the guy I came here for anyway. My guy wasn’t into the other, so we took a break and tried out the steam room. This was much larger, and empty. I wasn’t very hot and steamy in there (yet) so popular generally not as popular as the sauna despite the space. Immediately the guy and I start making out, before even sitting down. He steps up onto the first bench, drops his towel, and lets me start sucking him off.

He sits on the top bench along one side near the corner and I take a spot on the next level down 90 degrees to him, so his cock is at eye level. He leans down and starts making out with me, and I’m rubbing his chest and legs, taking it all in. When I go to suck him off, he doesn’t let me get my hands on it, just my mouth. The way he shoved my hand aside each time was a really subtle way of putting me in my place that I really got off on.

After a few minutes we hear someone coming in, so I pull off, and he stumbles a bit pretending like nothing is going on. I’m sure we wouldn’t have fooled nobody, but it was the same black guy from the sauna anyway. I look over to my guy to see if he’s ok with continuing. I get a nod and an eyebrow raise, so I move back to sucking him off with the new guy watching.

Now I’m getting really turned on, sucking off this guy in the steam room with an audience. Soon his hands are on me too, jerking me off as I keep sucking. Eventually I pulled his hand off, which I think he may have taken as a sign that I just wanted him to watch, when really it was just because I was getting too close.

Then my guy leaned back over towards me and started reaching between my legs. In our original Grindr conversation he said he wanted to fuck me in the sauna, and even though I had said I probably wouldn’t be up for that the first time meeting him, I opened up a bit and let him get access to start fingering me.

I wanted to either stand up or move to the upper bench and raise my legs for him, but as he’s pushing his fingers into me we hear some of the staff in the locker room, and realize that they’re telling people the gym is about 10 minutes from closing. Part of me was thinking that means we need to step it up a notch and get ourselves off before they close, while the other (more practical) part realized that it was only a matter of minutes before someone checked to see if there was anybody still in the steam room.

Listening to that latter part, we got ourselves together and went to the showers. I went to the far end of the two rows of shower stalls to an empty one and again the guy I’m with follows me in and shuts the door. Fuck, this guy has balls! We start making out, and then he spins me around, bends down, and starts rimming me. This guy, I thought, is probably going to fuck me, right here, right now.

As hot as that sounded to me, and as much as I want to do something like that, I pulled him up and said I didn’t want anybody to see that there were two people in here.

“Nobody cares,” he said.

“Still…”

Maybe that was a pussy move. I won’t lie and say I wonder what might have happened if I didn’t stop things when I did. He went to his own stall after that, and the rest of the locker room experience was pretty much normal. With more making out and light jerking off, but mostly normal. I’m hoping we can workout again together soon!

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