Rex kept coming up with ideas for me. He told me about guys that got naked and walked around their neighborhood. So I would have him drive me a couple of blocks away from his house. Then I would get out naked, leaving my clothes with him, and walk around the neighborhood naked, making my way back to his house.
I encountered a man out walking his dog and he said, "Nice evening for a walk." Then he smiled and said, "And I see you dressed accordingly!" I stood there, letting him appraise me while I stroked a couple of times for him.
"Nice!" he said, and then resumed walking his dog.
The one time I really did get caught made me want to be a bit more cautious of where and when I was getting naked and jerking.
A guy in my chemistry class caught up with me after class one day, and said, in a very confused, almost incoherent whisper, "I, ah, was, wondering . . . Rex, and you, and naked, would you?"
By then we had walked out onto the football field behind the school. It was deserted, and I told him he could speak up. He mumbled something else about stripping and jerking, but I couldn't make out the rest. "Are you asking me if you can see me naked and if I'll strip for you?" He blushed, looked at me, and then back down to his feet.
"Did you find out about this from Rex?" I said, not at all upset with Rex. If this guy needed to see me naked, that was fine by me.
He nodded his head, and I toed off my shoes and pulled off my t-shirt. I was unbuckling my pants. They were beginning to slip down my thighs as he said, "No! You don't have to do it here!"
I let them drop to the ground and said, "Why not?" We had made our way over near the main set of bleachers, and I didn't see anyone around.
He looked around nervously and said, "Aren't you afraid of getting caught?"
I laughed, "The only guys that have caught me, usually want to join in." Then I added, "I have had a few turn around and walk away, but many like to stay and watch."
He was totally mesmerized by my dick, as he began to expand. Of course, I was loving the fact that he was liking what he saw.
I didn't touch it until it was pointing at the sky, and I noticed his shorts beginning to tent out.
I stroked it a couple of times, and then heard, "What is going on here?"
I didn't panic, but the guy did, and took off. I turned around, and there was a school security guard. He looked me over and then said, "Put your pants and shirt back on."
While I was doing that, he said, "Look, I have seen my share of pranks and dares here on the school grounds and I am pretty lenient with first offenders." He had been watching me as I dressed.
"But I have to tell you that if it was the cops that caught you, or some mall security guard that thinks he should have been a cop, then you would certainly be treated differently."
That got me to listening even more intently to what he was saying. "I have heard stories of guys caught exposing themselves. The cops handcuff the guy, parade him down the street to the patrol car, stuff him inside, and then parade him through the station, and dump him in a cell and leave him there."
He shook his head, "And some of the guys in the cell aren't the nice type, if you know what I mean. They would either beat the shit out of the guy for being a 'fag', or gang fuck the guy until he was sent off to the hospital."
He looked at me to make sure I was listening. "I don't think you would like either one of those actions."
"No, sir," I said, suddenly becoming much more thankful that he had caught me.
"And those mall cops think they are gods. They cuff you and drag you through the mall back to their office. There they ask you all kinds of personal questions, while using their nightsticks to see if you are hiding anything up your ass, or beat you with it until you decide never to come around their mall again, or both."
He looked again to make sure I was taking this seriously. "Then they still call your parents and the cops, and say you were resisting arrest, which is why you have all those bruises, and such." He shook his head, "And likely as not drag you back through the whole mall, so everyone can see you, to get you to the patrol car."
He looked back at me, "So make sure you are cautious and know where you are and what is going to happen if you are caught. And do everything to make sure you aren't caught."
I had been dressed since the beginning of his speech. "Yes, Sir," I said.
"And make sure I don't catch you doing that again here on campus." He looked really serious, and then said with a smile, "Or I might have to take matters into my own hands." And he made a gesture of stroking me.
I smiled, but understood what he said. After that, I was a bit more cautious of where I was before I stripped down. I realized I had been of the mind set that I could just strip anywhere I wanted to, and not worry about anything, except getting off because I had turned some guy on.
I told Rex about the security guard and he said, "Yeah, I have been wondering about that, but you seemed so sure and so bold."
I asked him about the guy. "Oh, yeah, that's Randy. He was sort of coming out to me, and wanting to see if we could get together, and all, and I mentioned how you liked to have guys look at you and let them get off on looking at you."
"That's cool," I said. "I don't mind that at all, as you know, but I think he might be kind of scared off by the whole scene on the football field. Can you call him, and see if he wants to come over?"
"Sure," Rex said, and pulled out his phone. He told Randy that he had heard from me what happened. No, I wasn't upset, and, in fact, I was wondering if he wanted to come over to Rex's.
It seemed like moments later, Randy was knocking on the door. I told Rex that I wanted to answer the door. So I stripped down and went to the door. I opened it, and Randy took me in, and his expression changed to amazement, as he stood looking at me.
The whole street could see me, if they looked up at the door, but I have discovered that many people don't pay attention, as they are driving by, to what's going on beside them.
"Do you want to come in, or do you want me to come outside?"
I started to walk out on the porch, and he hissed, "Inside!"
I laughed and backed up. He came inside and closed the door, then looked at Rex, and then back at me.
Rex said, "Didn't I tell you he was hot looking?"
Randy just nodded his head, not taking his eyes off of me.
"So, Randy, what do you want me to do? Or what do you want to do to me?" I smiled, trying to make him less nervous. "Really, you can do anything, and I'll pretty much do anything you ask."
He swallowed visibly. "I, ah," he looked up at my face and saw my reassuring smile.
"I, ah, want to touch you."
"Go ahead; touch me wherever you want; and tell me if you want me standing, sitting, lying on the floor, or bent over." I paused, and said, sincerely, "I want this to be good for you. That's what gets me going, you getting turned on."
He looked up at me and smiled tentatively. He went back to looking at my body. "And if you want to get naked, or jerk off, or whatever, you can."
"No, I'll, ah, keep my clothes on," he said, nervously.
He moved closer and tentatively reached out his hand to touch my waist. When I didn't flinch or pull away, he moved closer and began a very thorough exploration of my body. I could tell by the tent in his jeans that he was really getting off on this.
He played with my cock and balls last, squeezing my dick and stroking it. I saw his eyes roll up, as he frantically beat my dick. Then I heard a moan. I knew what had happened; he had cum without touching himself.
Fuck! That turned me on. He let go of my dick for a moment, then grabbed it and kept up the rhythm that he had started. He was standing glassy eyed, watching me.
I began to moan and groan and, soon, I was shooting blast after blast of cum onto his hand and pants. When I finished, I gasped for air, and came down off of my toes, letting the tension flow out of my body.
"Oh, Fuck!" Randy said, shivering again.
Rex smiled and said, "Yeah, he has that affect on people!"
Once Randy had cleaned up and regained his composure, he told me how much he appreciated that. "Any time," I said, "and I really mean that."
He smiled, and Rex asked, "Can I make him a set of your videos?"
"Sure, why not?"
Rex reached behind himself and pulled out a DVD case. I laughed. Rex said, "Just don't go showing this to everyone. We are kind of keeping it to an exclusive group of guys." That's true, we had given one to coach and one to Ron.
A week or so later, Rex had us go down to the county library. It was late, and there was hardly anyone around. So we went upstairs. Rex had me strip, and took a video of me walking through the stacks, jerking. I ended up cumming over a stack of books on a shelf in the history section. I laughed, and wondered what kind of history my cum would make on the next person who picked it up!
A couple of months later, Rex remarked that my face looked like it needed shaving every day. I looked in the mirror, and saw how much older that made me look. "Couple more months and I'll be 18," I said. "but I wonder if I can get away with it now?"
He told me about this video store that had an adult section in one walled off area. We walked around the store and meandered our way to that corner. No one seemed to be going in or out, so we snuck in.
There were hundreds of DVDs here. Mostly straight sex, but some bi stuff, kinky stuff, and gay stuff. Rex and I had already discussed our plan. He got out the camera, as I pulled off my t-shirt and shorts. I then stood with a hard on, looking at the various labels on the DVDs.
I kept expecting someone to walk in on us, but no one did. So, finally, after we had enough footage, I dressed and we headed out. We hadn't picked up a DVD, because we didn't want to have to prove our age.
As we neared the front of the store, this older guy called us over, and led us into a doorway that was marked `Manager.' I didn't know what was up, but Rex seemed nervous.
"What were you two doing in the adult section?" he asked, after he had closed the door and sat down in his desk chair. He leaned back, as he asked the question.
"Just curious," I said.
"Can I see your driver's license, so you can prove you are old enough to go there?"
I hesitated. "That's what I thought." He then turned the computer monitor on his desk around so we could see it.
There I was, naked and stroking in the Adult DVD section of the store. `Oh, fuck!' I thought.
"I've seen guys reach in their pants and squeeze themselves. I even had one guy stroking himself through his soccer shorts, but I have never seen anyone strip down and jerk off in there!"
He sounded mad, but there was something else there. Was he a voyeur who liked to watch guys getting off?
"I guess I have to call the cops and your parents and let them handle this." He looked from Rex to me.
"Isn't there someway that you could handle this?" I said, letting the double entendre ride.
He smiled and said, "Good decision." Once again, I was naked and getting us out of trouble, by letting this guy fondle and play with my body, until he shot his load all over the office floor and dribbled some on his pants.
Rex laughed when we were back in the car. "You sure do get into a lot of trouble because of your body, and you get out of trouble because of your body!"
On the weekend, we drove out into the country, and on this lonely stretch of road, we took some more pictures. I was naked, and had my thumb out, looking for a ride; or standing out in the field taking a leak; or sitting in the car naked and stroking.
On the way home, Rex pointed out this park. There were a few people around, but we got out the camera and I put on my shorts. Then we walked over to a path that wound around the park. We let some people pass us, then I dropped my shorts, and Rex got pictures of me standing there naked, with people in the background.
Rex asked me what my parents thought about my exhibitionist tendencies. I hadn't thought about that, but I hadn't really been exposing myself around them. My dad was a pretty cool guy, and I had seen him naked plenty of times around the house, and he had seen me in the shower and my bedroom.
But he had never seen me with a hard on, and nothing ever sexual; I mean, he gave me the sex talk when I was younger, and explained everything, and let me ask questions, which I felt comfortable doing.
"Well, I haven't had either of them catch me lying on my bed, giving the neighbor kid a show!" I told Rex. "But if I told them I preferred guys to gals, I think they would be okay with that. They have always taught me to be open and accepting of people.
He said they sounded like cool parents.
In my senior year at high school, I seemed to be getting naked more and more, and for more people.
One weekend, I was playing basketball at the school. We were the only ones around. I bet them that if I made 3 three-point shots in a row, we would have to play naked.
They laughed, but they agreed. I lined up and made the first shot easily. There was a chorus of "Ohs," as I made the second shot, and I think they all held their breath as I put the ball up for the third shot. It went swoosh, and they all groaned.
I was stripped in an instant, and they grumbled, as they first stripped to their jockstraps, and then finally pulled them off. There were some cocks that began to swell, but I put them into the game almost immediately, so they couldn't concentrate on being naked. Rex got some great shots of all of us shooting hoops naked.
After about 10 minutes, they said they just couldn't do it anymore; they were afraid of getting caught. I relented and let them get dressed. I had appreciated seeing their naked jock bodies and their tan lines, while it lasted, and I hoped they had enjoyed seeing my body as well.
Now that I was 18, Rex started posting my images on line. He set up a user ID and a folio for me on a website. He said I was getting lots of requests, and lots of fans. I was excited that so many guys were getting off on my body!
Rex would read off the list of dares, and I would think about which ones we could do. I had several that I thought would be fun to do.
Early one foggy morning, we found this playground. I stripped, and Rex took pictures and videos of me all around the playground, naked, and naked and hard, and naked and jerking. After about 10 - 15 minutes of shooting, I kept hoping that someone would show up! No one did.
We continued to compile pictures of places where, for example, I stood outside a business naked, and Rex would take the picture. We did fast food places, dry cleaners, and businesses. We went to a post office at the edge of town.
No one was around, so I stripped in the car, and walked into the post office naked. Rex got some great shots of me in amongst the mail boxes. I noticed a car pull up and this older guy getting out. As he walked in, I walked out to the car. He did a double take, and almost ran into the wall as he continued to watch me all the way to the car. I waved to him as we got in the car. Rex was laughing away, and had gotten the whole thing on tape.
At one pool party, some of the jocks with whom I played basketball, jumped me and pulled off my suit. Everyone there (guys and gals) got a great laugh, and kept pointing at my dick, as the guys held me down.
But I got the last laugh when the guys released me; I didn't chase after them, as they expected me to, but casually got up, picked up my beer, and started talking to the people around me. This went on for several minutes, while people drifted up to take in my body, and it was beginning to have the expected affect on me.
One of the guys brought my suit back and said, "Put these back on before someone takes some pictures, or someone's parents show up."
I casually pulled up my suit, and continued talking. It turns out that several people did get pictures of me on their phones.
I was razzed at school about it, but I told anyone who got nasty, that at least I had the balls to go naked in front of people, and dared them to do likewise. I said I would strip down if they would.
I would laugh to myself; it was like the old high school fight scenes where the guys met after school, and the school gathered round while the fight took place. I did have one jock take me up on the dare. And we did meet in the parking lot after school.
People made a ring around us, and I looked at him and smiled. I began peeling my clothes off to the enjoyment of the crowd. He blushed, but did the same. Soon we were both naked. He had his hands over his crotch after he had dropped his boxers, but the crowd kept chanting, "No hands!"
He finally removed his hands and stood as naked as I was, as the crowd went wild. There were lots of wolf whistles and cat calls comparing our bodies. He was a fit guy, and had more hair on his chest than I did, but it was obvious that he took great care of his body as well.
Someone started a chant of "Stroke! Stroke!" and it was soon picked up by the whole crowd. I waited to see what he would do, but before anything could happen, we heard "Here comes security; get your clothes on!"
So by the time security made it through the crowd, we had our shirts and shorts back on. The jock looked around to see what the focus of the crowd was, but didn't find anything. I put my arm around the guy and said, so just he could hear me, "Nice body you have there."
"Yours isn't so bad either," he said, and smiled at me. He held out his hand, "My name's Ed. I just moved into the area, and started school here a couple of weeks ago."
I introduced myself as well. Someone came back and handed Ed a pair of boxers. "I think these are yours," the guy said. Ed laughed and said, "Keep them! I am not stripping again for you, just so you can see me put them on!"
The guy blushed, looked at the shorts, shrugged his shoulders, turned and walked away. "You got something against stripping in public?" I asked, with a smile on my face.
"No, but I just didn't think we needed to stir up the crowd again. Especially with security still wandering around."
I introduced Ed to Rex, and we moved off to my car. We stood around talking for a bit, then Ed suggested we go grab a bite to eat.
Rex rode with me, and Ed followed. I took us to this old diner that I knew about. We ordered, and while we were waiting, we quizzed Ed on his exhibitionist tendencies.
He was very candid about it, and it was obvious he liked it as much as I did. I told him about some of our escapades, and Rex showed him some pictures.
"That is so fucking hot!" he said, as he swiped through the pictures on Rex's phone.
His hand disappeared under the table for a bit, and then returned to the top. I looked at him and saw him smile. "Did you just take out your dick?" I asked.
He nodded. I bent to pick up something off the floor, and looked under the table. Sure enough, his shorts were open and his dick was hanging out. I raised back up and reached down, unzipped my pants, raised up a bit, and slid them down 5 or 6 inches, so I was sitting bare assed on the bench, but with just a bit of my shorts still wedged under my legs.
He bent and looked under the table. He was chuckling when he sat back up. I saw him raise his ass up and figured he was copying me. Instead, he brought up his shorts and plopped them on the seat beside himself.
Not to be outdone, I did the same. Rex was having a field day. He was sticking his phone under the table taking pictures and videos.
The waiter brought us our food and didn't seem to notice the two guys naked from the waist down.
"Dare you to jerk off into your milkshake," Ed said. I started pumping away on my dick, and I soon slid my milkshake under the table. Not only did I shoot into the milkshake, but I managed to get some of the cold shake on my dick! Ed had bent down to watch, and came up laughing.
"Too bad I can't lick that off for you," he said.
I said, "Dare you to walk to the restroom back there. Maybe I'll join you and you can!"
Ed slid out of the booth and casually walked back to the men's room. I started to edge out, and the waiter came up. He had obviously seen Ed walking, because he was staring at the hallway to the restrooms.
Since I was part way out of the booth when he finally turned to look at us, he got a good look at my naked lower half. "Just got some milkshake that I need to clean up," I said, as I stood and walked back to the men's room.
Rex said the waiter couldn't take his eyes off of me, as I walked to the men's room. When the waiter finally did turn back, he said, "Your friends lose their pants?"
Rex smiled and said, "They do that often."
The waiter saw the shorts on the benches and said, "Do me a favor and take the shorts back to them. I would prefer that they not come back out half naked, and have some family that might come in and get offended." He smiled at Rex, and looked once more at the restroom.
"You want to take the shorts back to them?" Rex asked him.
"Huh?" The waiter said, obviously replaying what Rex had said, because he finally said, "Ah, no. As much as I wish I could, I have to get back before the boss gets upset."
Rex brought us the shorts and told us about the waiter. We slipped on our shorts and went back to the booth. However, both Ed and I left our shorts unzipped, with our dicks hanging out for the waiter to see when he came back.
When the waiter came back and saw us, he smiled and said, "If I could comp your meal, I would, just for that show! You have made my day. Thanks, guys!"
I offered to let him touch me, but he said with a chuckle, "Then I would have to wash my hands again!" He walked away shaking his head.
Ed became part of our group after that day. We got razzed at school, but no one really wanted to get Ed too pissed off. He was an unknown, and they didn't know how he would respond to the ribbing.
Ed taught me all about fingering myself. He showed me how to give myself an enema and get all clean. He said that some guys got off on seeing another guy play with his ass. He also had some toys for ass play, and showed me all about using those. Rex had fun taking pictures of us, and especially getting my facial expressions as I tried the various ass toys, especially the vibrator. That thing hit my prostate, and I thought I was going to jump through the roof!
I taught Ed the art of self-sucking. He loved watching me do it, and got all boned up. It took some finagling to get him in the correct position, but his dick, too, was long enough, and he was flexible enough that he could lick the head of his dick.
The first time he came in his own mouth, he said it was one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had.
He came up with the idea of me using the dildo on my ass while I sucked myself. That fucking blew my mind! Rex just loved the shots he got for the web site.
Ed never had any problems with Rex or Randy or Ron, for that matter, getting off on his body. He would let the guys do whatever they wanted to his body, and so did I. He even gave Rex and Randy blow jobs that sent them over the edge.
He went further than I did by showing them a whole bunch of torture; I called it `stuff.' He used clothes pins on his nipples, and along his dick; tying up his dick and balls. He said he had learned to get off on the pain.
I remember the time he talked me into letting him put something on my dick and balls. He said it would be intense. So I let him smear this stuff all over my balls and the head of my dick.
Nothing happened for a couple of seconds, and then it hit! Fuck! My dick and balls were on fire! "Make it stop!" I yelled.
He laughed, "Nothing to do but get through it. I breathed through my mouth in gasps, and the heat built. He must know the timing really well, because just past the peak, he told me to start stroking my dick. "Just use two fingers up and down on the shaft"
I followed his instructions, and soon had an amazing wave of pleasure wash over me, as I shot all over my stomach.