Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2012 23:05:52 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Exhibitionist Stories part 2

Exhibitionist stories part 2

(fictional, adult gay)

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Stan

I'd worked with Stan for about four years, and although we'd hung out
several times outside of work--I never got to know him very well
outside of that.   After work, we'd often go to a local sports bar and
played a few games of pool often.  After we played pool, I'd usually
head home and he'd chat it up and drink with his other pals who were
regulars there.

During work at the Target store we worked at, he was quite
professional.  We were each a manager of different halves of the store
and worked under a single store manager.  We rarely worked at the same
time, but when we did, we worked well together...we'd plan out the
night's work early and have our employees out on time even on the
weekends when the customer's really wrecked the store.  Besides
managing our employees, we'd have to supervise straightening up the
shelves and putting things back in place, stocking items on sales,
coordinating breaks and lunches, watching over the checkout area when
they needed back up help, etc.  We were both well liked and it was
easy to motivate everyone.  It was easy for me to work him for sure
because I had a little crush on him.  He referred to his girlfriend
now and then, so I didn't get any gay or bi vibes.  I never told him
that I was gay...it never came up.

At that time, he was about 30 years old, but kept his head nearly
shaved because it was thinning.  When it was freshly shaved with the
next day's stubble, it was very sexy.  He had muscular arms, but had a
gut.  He had piercing hazel eyes with long lashes.  Every time that
we'd gone out for beers after work, he'd pull off his red polo shirt
and toss it in the back seat of his truck, leaving a wifebeater as the
only covering above his waist.  His upper arms, shoulders and back
were full of awesome tattoos.  After several beers, he'd get very
touchy feely, which I didn't mind at all.  It would be really noisy in
the bar after 11pm.  The rock music would eventually get louder,
especially if there was a live band.  For me to hear him, he'd have to
yell or put his face close to my ear and talk loud, which gave me the
chills because I'd feel his hot beer breath on my neck and ear.  I
loved the smell of it, too.

One time after he left the bar, some of his buddies (who had been
playing pool with us) were talking about Stan saying he was wild and
crazy.  I thought at first that they were talking about someone else
until they mentioned his name again, but I pretended not to hear them.

"Oh yeah, Stan's a nut!  He was drunk at our anniversary party.  He
went skinny dipping in the pool of our apartments...got out naked and
drank more.  We had to make him get dressed again before the cops were
called."

Sitting on the barstool, I got rock hard, but it was too dark for
anyone to see the bulge in my pants.  I scooted backward to strain to
hear more.

"And dude, he takes a piss anywhere at all, just whips it out when
he's gotta go."

They started talking about other stuff and I got bored and left.  As I
drove home and started thinking of what they said about Stan, I got
hard.  I had no idea he was so different outside of work.  I started
thinking about other times when we'd played pool after work, I
remember once when his wifebeater rode up and his pants had scooted
down to where you could see his beautiful asscrack when he bent over
his cue stick.  I couldn't help staring at it.  He made no attempt to
pull up his pants.   I remembered pissing in the urinal next to him
and while he was pissing his pants slid down to his thighs.  When the
door opened with more noisy men coming in, he pulled them up before I
could see anything.

So, looking back, it all added up...he seemed to be a bit of an
exhibitionist and likely none of those incidents were accidental--but
they were so isolated that I'd only noticed them because I had the
hots for him, but never thought he was trying to show off for me.  It
was wishful thinking.

One Saturday evening as we were locking up the store, he asked if I
would mind helping him.  It was the first time he'd asked me to do
anything aside from hanging at the bar after work.  I tried not to
sound too excited, but told I'm I'd help him out.  He said he needed
help re-arranging his storage unit and moving some stuff to his new
apartment.  It meant working in the Texas summer heat for three to
four hours and then moving a couch upstairs to the 3rd floor from his
truck.  I was a sucker for a hot guy...

Anyway, I told him I'd help out and he said he'd pay me for it.   I
accepted because I wanted to see him hot and sweaty showing all those
tattoos.  If he wore his wifebeater in the bar, he was likely going to
wear one the next day, too.  He picked me up at the ungodly hour of
9am that Sunday morning.  I'd given him directions and he was outside
in the driveway calling me on his cell.

"Hello," I mumbled.

"You ready bro?"  He said all excited.

"I'll be right out." I said sleepily.   The display on my phone said
the temperature was already 85F.  I grabbed a t-shirt and some shorts.
 I was too sleepy to dig out some boxers from the laundry basket, so
the shorts were enough--I decided to go commando.   I put on a baseball
cap and my sunglasses and headed out the door.  It was way too bright
outside and I winced at the glare.  He looked sexy in his wifebeater,
khaki shorts, and sandals.  He didn't shave and the day's worth of
stubble made him look scruffy and more sexy.  I jumped in his truck
and he sped away as I tried to wake up.

He pulled into a McDonald's drive thru and ordered us some breakfast.
After we paid and got the food, he pulled into the parking lot and we
began to eat.  He was a real chatterer in the morning...the opposite of
me.  He was talking about random shit and I just nodded and said, "oh
yea?" now and then.

I found myself not paying complete attention to his talking, but was
checking him out in my sunglasses without turning my head.  Having
never seen him in shorts, it was great to see he had hairy legs--I love
that.  He seemed to have nice feet from where I sat...probably size ten
with long toes, a little hair on his toes.  His toes were nicely
clipped (something you don't always see on straight guys).  After
about ten minutes, we'd both eaten and were flying down the road again
to his storage unit.

Once we arrived, he drove up to the gate and punched in his access
code.  The big metal gate slowly slid open.  I could see a dude in the
office waiting on a customer.  The storage complex was really huge,
with several rows of cinder block.  His turned out to be in the very
last section.  As we got out, I noticed the dull view, storage unit
after storage unit with huge garage type doors that were painted
orange.  The complex was walled by these type of storage units in the
shape of a huge square.  Within the middle of the complex was smaller
rows that had about six or seven units on each side.

It turned out he'd moved out of his girl friend's place and while he
had lived with her for a year, his stuff was cram-packed in this
storage unit.  After he undid the locks and opened the door, I saw the
task before us was going to be daunting.  When he'd moved it all in
before, he'd just crammed it all in with no organization.  Boxes were
tossed all over with heavier furniture buried underneath.

Today he had brought metal shelves that we were to put together and
then stack his boxes on them.  Buried in the very back was a couch
that was covered up in plastic...you could barely see the back of it.
The room itself was huge, you could fit a car inside and still put
shelves on the side.  It figured it was their largest sized unit.

It took us an hour to move all the crap out onto the pavement.  We
were both ringing wet with sweat.  His shirt was totally drenched and
his shaved head shined.  Once the room was mostly empty, we took a
break.  He opened a cooler and tossed me a bottled water.  As I drank
mine down, he peeled off his shirt and tossed it in the cab of his
truck.  I imagined myself sucking the sweat from the fabric,
wifebeater in my mouth.  At the dark sports bar, I'd never really
noticed his pits before...they were full of dark brown hair.  As he
rubbed the moisture off his forehead, I saw little droplets of sweat
clinging to his pit hair like dew on a morning leaf.

Also, I marveled at all of his fabulous colored tattoos.  A lot of
time and money had gone into the whole picture.  I'd have to ask him
what they all symbolized to him later.

"Dude, you're dying too, take off your shirt too--I know you're burning
up.  It's only gonna get hotter."

I wasn't ashamed of my body, but I rarely ever went shirtless in
public.  I looked into those dreamy green eyes and thought, "what the
fuck", pulled off my shirt and tossed it next to his.

He just grinned and said, "There you go!  Now lets get these damn shelves up."

The instructions for the shelves were diagrams with no words.  It took
us a while, but we finally figured them out and got one fully
constructed.  There were five more racks to put together, so we put
certain parts together first on our own.  Later, we took our
individual parts and fastened them together and were done in an hour.
I pulled out my phone and the app that showed the local city
temperature read 96F degrees.  If only I'd known how hot it was
supposed to be, I'd have declined his offer, maybe.  Probably not.

We started stacking the boxes up and we each had to use a step ladder
for the top shelves.  We planned to split the task up but I helped him
stack the high shelves on his side first.  As I handed up boxes, I
noticed as in the past, his pants were starting to ride down his hips
some and his ass crack was showing.  Each time he lifted the boxes, I
got to see his sweat pits, which were now tricking down his slightly
rounded belly.  I admired his fat nipples...I noticed them before in the
dark bar hiding under his wifebeater shirt.

When it was his turn to help me lift my boxes to the top shelf, me on
the step ladder, him below, his body would brush against mine, hot
sweaty skin of his stomach against my leg, or his forearm sliding
against mine.  Was he doing it on purpose or by accident?

He finally started pulling up his pants, but with the sweat that was
dripping down into them, they were apparently getting heavier.  They
were the kind with lots of pockets on them.

"Fuck it man, I gotta toss these, don't worry, I got boxers.  They're
bagging down too much and I'm burning up!" he laughed with a devious
grin.

He slid off his shorts and then was wearing nothing but green and
black plaid boxers.  The slit was kept shut by a small white button.
We were halfway done with the million boxes when he called another
break.  I wondered how one guy could acquire so much shit.  We sat
down on some boxes and he pulled out some Cokes.  It felt so good
going down my parched throat.  As we sat there, I noticed the tip of
his dick poking out the leg of his boxes.  I got so hard instantly.  I
put my sunglasses on so he couldn't see where my eyes were focusing.
I detected a slightly mischievous grin on his face again.  I wasn't
wearing underwear and was afraid my own dick would be getting his
attention as it poked upward.

Before I could think about it any longer, a truck of Latino men drove
up to the unit at the very end and walked up to the section at the end
that was perpendicular to the row we were on, the outer wall that was
the barrier to the street beyond.  They opened up their unit's door
and began moving things around.  Their truck had was the size of a
small moving truck.  Suddenly, another truck pulled in behind them.
After checking them out, I stood up and headed back into the unit to
begin moving more stuff.

I could feel Stan's eyes still on me as I got up.  I tried to ignore
it.  I didn't want to make it awkward if he really wasn't coming on to
me--checking out a straight guy who I couldn't have could make things a
mess at work if there was any fallout.

As I stood on the ladder to put up the last of the boxes that had to
go up on a high shelf, he said,  "It sure is hot".

I absently said, "Yeah, it's fuckin' hot."

There was a pause, then I felt a hand on my butt.  I looked down into
his green eyes that were staring hard back up at me.

"I meant," he said, "it's really hot."  When he said the word "it", he
had patted by butt cheek.

There was no mistaking his intentions now...and I was going for it!  I
stepped down off the ladder and faced him.  Without warning, he
grabbed me and we were locked in one of the strongest, hottest, lip
locking, masculine kisses I've ever received.  Tongues were everywhere
without our lips breaking the seal.  My hands moved down into this
boxers under the elastic and grabbed two semi hairy ass cheeks.

The smell of him up close was incredible, fresh body sweat and pit
stink, remnants of last night's cologne, and I could swear somewhere
in there was the smell of dried cum.  As we kissed hard he pulled down
his boxers and completely stepped out of them.  Except for his
sandals, he was totally naked just inside the storage unit.

I broke the kiss to try to remind him those guys were out there, but
he put his hand over my mouth.

"Don't worry stud, they can't see from here.  We'll hear anyone else drive up".

With that said, he got on his knees and opened my snap of my shorts.
Without unzipping them, they fell to the concrete floor.   I stepped
out of them and relished the free feeling of being naked in a public
place.  Still on his knees, he moved my body around and his face dove
straight into my sweaty ass.  His left hand reached around to massage
my dick while his tongue drilled into my butthole.  His whiskers
tickled as he sucked my hole out good.  I'd never had such an intense
and deep rimming before.  I'd never been rimmed outdoors for sure!

After a few minutes of butt munching, he whirled me around and sucked
my dick.  His middle finger moved to my ass and filled the void left
after his tongue had left.  He fingered me good and in less than five
minutes, I was shooting spurts of cum down his throat.  I was moaning
loud and carrying on without giving a shit who could hear.  He loved
it.

After I was more or less recovered, I made him lay on the plastic
covered couch.  His tattooed body glistened in sweat as I first went
to his nips and sucked them one at a time.  I played with his nutsack
while I sucked and chewed each nipple.  In the heat, his balls were
hanging really low.  They were covered with curly pubic hair, no
grooming or clipping for this man, thank god.  I slowly moved my mouth
down to his pubes and inhaled the wondrous scent of his dank
crotch...that was the scent I'd detected before.

"Yeah, you probably smell my cum down there dude.  I jacked off in bed
thinking about you last night!"

Fuck, he had been lusting after me too!  He sat back on the couch,
still sitting up but with his legs stretched out.  We hadn't put the
couch in the truck yet, so it was sitting midway inside the unit with
its back facing outside.  I got on my knees on the cool, smooth, but
dirty concrete floor and began sucking Stan's cock.  Just then, a
little golf cart with an employee from the office rolled by and
stopped in front of the unit.  We were partially blocked by the truck,
but the dude could see inside.  He was a short, Latino dude with a
buzz cut, he was kind of cute.  We figured all he saw was Stan's back
or and upper body, but I still panicked.  I ducked down and hid.

"Don't stay out in the heat too long bro, it's gonna be over 100 degrees today."

"I hear ya bro!"  Stan chuckled.

The guy had only stopped for like six seconds in all and was gone.
Realizing I wasn't busted, I began to go down on him again.  His cock
was just over six inches with a perfect mushroom head.  Like all of
his body, nothing was trimmed.  As I sucked down the base of his dick,
I pushed my nose in his bush each time.  He understood my fascination
of his scents and rubbed the back of his hand all into his sweaty
crotch hair, under his balls, and rubbed it all over my nose.  That
made me pump my mouth on his dick moving up and down like a piston.
He ran his hands through my sweaty hair, then licked his fingers.

"Mmm, tastes like you!" he joked.

I feared he was getting closer to cumming and I knew I wanted it to be special.

"Come on." I said as I stood up.

I stepped out into the sunlight and opened his truck door.  For 2
seconds I had been in total view of the workers but no one turned
their head. Stan walked over to me with his hard dick pointing
straight up, slightly bouncing with each step.  I got into the cab
backwards, lay back on the seat, pulled my legs to my chest, and
rested my feet on the ceiling.  I spread my cheeks and offered him my
ass.  With the door of the truck blocking his lower torso from view of
the workers, he slid his cock into my waiting hole.  It was slick with
his spit and lots of sweat, there was not much resistance as he pushed
all the way in.  The workers could only see a shirtless dude behind a
door.  I was so turned on knowing he was secretly naked in front of
them.

"Wow man, you feel so good!" he cooed.

"Fuck me good, dude." I ordered.

Ask and you shall receive!  He began to pummel me with no abandon.
Even though it was scorching hot, I was drowning in sweat, I was still
in ecstasy being fucked by this stud while several rough looking
worker types were in our view.  If they looked hard, they would have
seen us.  If the office dude came by again in his golf cart, there
would be no hiding.  The thrill of us likely being seen and getting
caught combined with the stimulation of my ass by his cock had me rock
hard again.   He noticed that I was jacking off, so he spit in his
hand and replaced mine with his.

He was fucking faster and faster until I knew he was about to explode.
 I couldn't hold it any longer and started shooting my second load as
he jacked me off.  I spurted less cum, but the orgasm was ten times
more intense than my first one.  As I started cumming, my ass clenched
tighter around his cock and it was too much for him.  He started
spurting inside my ass.  I swear it was the first time that I ever
actually felt ropes of cum hitting my rectum--it was incredible.  No
other fuck had been so stimulating.

After his orgasm subsided, he started laughing...he seemed to be on
cloud nine.  Me, on the other hand, I got nervous sitting there naked
as a jaybird with only a truck door blocking our cocks and asses from
a lot of guys moving boxes into a storage room.  They were actually
finishing up and getting back in their two trucks.  As Stan moved back
into the storage room, he closed the truck door with me still inside.
For a couple of seconds, he was totally exposed and facing those
dudes, and he loved it.  He stepped back to our abandoned clothes and
pulled his on.  I had started the truck and rolled down the window.
He tossed my clothes back into the window.

"I'm gonna close up and I'll worry about moving stuff to my apartment
later on.  The hardest part is done, let's get the hell out of this
heat!" he said.   I agreed with him.

We drove off slowly and had to pass the workers who were all in the
trucks now and were about to drive off, too.  As we passed them to
drive out of there, one of them looked directly at me with a strange
expression.   Maybe he had seen something but didn't want to be
obvious in front of all his macho buddies.  After we drove through the
storage complex, I noticed more activity than when we arrived.  There
had been other cars parked just past our row and we never heard
anyone.  As we drove through the exit and passed the office, the short
manager guy was about to get into his golf cart again for some reason
or another...he waved and smiled.  When I waved back, he winked!

We drove back to my place and showered, had some late lunch, followed
by some more sex.  We agreed to be discreet at work, but he agreed we
should pursue dating.  I was ecstatic.  I couldn't wait until our next
adventure.



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