The drive was a short one, only about a mile, but it felt like time stopped as I journeyed to my destination. I met him online. He messaged me on one of the hookup sites. He knew about my fetish because of the description I wrote in my profile.
“Love hanging out naked with a bud. Doesn't always have to be sexual. Smooth, tight guys are my type. Have a very kinky side. Naked dares, Clothed Male Naked Male is my fav, Strip Poker, Hanging Shirtless in Public, Naked car rides, Doctor/Patient, etc. Also into BDSM. Hit me up for details.”
I was so nervous and the 112 degree heat wasn’t helping much. My heart was pounding and the closer I got the more I got that feeling in my stomach: raw and fluttering.
I parked in the front of the store. It had a huge glass front and that made me even more nervous.
With one deep breath, I left my car and entered the building. I tried to adjust my clothes and make myself presentable, straightening my big baggy low hanging cargo shorts and my deeply cut white workout shirt. It was busy. Lots of men shopping for sex toys, leather bondage, and other playthings.
I did as everyone was doing, browsed the merchandise, a cuff here a dildo there, hoping the person who contacted me would recognize and approach me. I only saw a blurry pic of him and didn’t really know who I was looking for.
The shop was magnificent! A lot of very high end leather and bondage stuff. There was a stand up cage, a big black bed. Clothing lined the store along the walls and in the middle: leather for every part of the boy. I was in heaven.
“How are you doing?” a deep voice behind me said. I turned around and met face to face with the person who was going to very quickly enforce my requested nudity, in public, in front of strangers, in broad daylight.
Fine I said nervously. “What is this?” I pointed to a very small circular plastic looking thing on the counter. It was nude color (my favorite :)) and had spikes on the edges. “It’s a cockring.” “Oh,” I said, “must be for a really small penis.” “It’s stretchy,” he said. “Come over here.” I approached him. He pulled on my shirt. “Lift your arms.” I complied and felt my shirt leave my body. I could see a reflection of myself. My dark tan was still intact; spray tan, never sun these days. And my body looked good, toned, just enough muscle. That excited me. I worked hard for six months trying to shed off the winter fat.
My penis was hardening as he loosened my belt. I knew what was coming next. My mind raced. Would someone outside see me? Would we get in trouble? Would the patrons be disgusted with me?
With the sound of a zipper my pants fell to the ground and my erect penis bobbed up and down. I was hard. Really really hard. I was thrilled and scared. I was completely nude in this very public, very well lit store.
Almost immediately patrons noticed the nude tan guy with the huge hard on. At the same time another couple entered the store, eyes on me. Embarrassment and humiliation engulfed me as one of them approached. “Can I touch him?” “Yes,” my new dominant authority figure said. “But gently.” “On your knees boy.” I complied and the guy touched my hair, shoulders, my chest. Then he reached down and touch my hardon. His finger caressed the top of my penis, down my shaft. He cupped my balls and squeezed. I let out a soft moan. “Nice,” he said. “This is a good way to sell merchandise.”
He walked away from me asking about items on a shelf. I knelt there awaiting further instruction.
After a while, the couple and the store manager walked back toward me and around the counter. “Come here boy.” He motioned for me to come around the counter with him and forced me to kneel at his side as he rang up the selections made.
Most all of the other patrons left the store soon after the two who purchased a shit load of gear. He motioned for me to follow him and stopped short at a pair of suspended cuffs. I lifted my arms on demand and he fastened the cuffs around me. I was facing a large window and could see the parking area and street. I could also see myself in mirrors on both sides. My naked tan and smooth torso suspended and stretched toward the ceiling; my hardon throbbing and leaking.
We met eye to eye for a split second and I lowered my head out of respect. He pushed his head into mine and I reciprocated. Or faces caressed each other back and forth until our lips met. He kissed me. I felt his hands cup my genitals and glide up my shaft. He touched my abs, sliding his hand down each muscle back down to my cock. He pulled my penis down until I winced and let go then stepped back to admire his work. “Look at yourself boy;” he said as he push my face around toward the mirror. “What are you doing naked in my store?”
He went around me and pushed his feet into mine. I knew on instinct that he wanted my feet spread wide. I felt a slight chill in my anus as my cheeks opened. I was exposed, vulnerable.
“Show me your hole boy.” I pushed my butt out as far as I could and felt his finger gently slide into my hole. I felt a silky lubricant on his fingers. It was warm. He was warm. He massaged my hole pushing deeper. There was nothing I could do but enjoy it. My hands and arms suspended in the air. My torso stretched tight. My erection throbbing and leaking a stream of precum to the floor. I could see myself in the mirror. I was so turned on and completely forgot I was in a public space.
My pleasure was interrupted by a door opening behind me. “Hello, welcome.” I heard the store manager say. His fingers were still up my ass. My emotions were ripped again from ecstasy to shame: naked, hard, leaking, a finger up my ass. “What do you have there,” a voice said. The new patron moved around me. I kept my head down toward the floor. “May I,” he said as he cupped my balls and shaft. “Your leaking everywhere.” He pooled precum on the tip of his finger and spread it on my lips. “I like your new toy,” he said. “Thanks. How can I help you.” They moved away from me toward merchandise out of my view. I could hear them but not see. They were there for a while but the manager kept coming back to check on me and stroke my cock making sure I stayed hard.
Merchandise and money was exchanged and his attention refocused on me. He let me out of the cuffs to stretch for a bit and then put me back in. “I like this hole boy.” He shoved his fingers deep into my ass and fucked me slowly. I looked down at my cock growing hard again. A pool of precum leaked to the floor almost so much that any person who didn’t know me well would think it was full cum. I rocked back and forth as he fucked me with what now was most of his fingers. He reached around and stroked my cock. I knew for sure I was going to explode. He pulled out and away leaving me feeling helpless, wanting to cum so bad. We spent the next 20 minutes caressing faces, kissing and fondling. He went back and forth between my cock and ass until the door opened again. This time it wasn’t a patron.
“Who’s that!” a surprise voice came from the barely opened door. “This is Jared. He likes to be naked. Do you want to touch him?” “No,” the voice responded. “But I do have a paddle for that ass.” “That butts not for spanking. He only likes to be naked.” “But I got a spanking.” “Yes you did.” He stayed at my side stroking my cock as he had this discussion with what I believe was his boy. My attention was split between the pleasure of the strokes and the curiosity of where this conversation was going.
He released me from my restraints and pulled me over toward the boy. He was a handsome, stocky blond boy with tatts and blond hair. He looked at me and me at him in silence. The dom placed me on my knees at his crotch and engaged me in conversation. “Jared, tell him what you have been doing this weekend.” “I’ve been doing naked dares with my friends,” I responded and gave him a bunch of examples. Examples I can go into another time in another blog post.
After our discussion I felt him prepare me to end the session. “How are you going to get to your car?” he asked. “Naked is the best way. Don’t you think.” I looked up at him and gulped. “Naked?” He handed me my folded clothes and said go to your car just like that, naked.
I took my clothes from him and walked toward the door, naked and hard. I peaked out the door to see if anyone was coming and darting for my car.