Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2002 15:33:00 -0500
From: Gymnoid <gymnoid@msn.com>
Subject: On The Way To The Baths

Although this story is purely a work of fiction, it's a fantasy that I hope
to someday fulfill.  Readers will note that I have omitted any character
names and physical descriptions of the characters.  The reader is invited to
contribute his own imagination to the story by inventing for himself the
names and descriptions of the characters.  Any comments, suggestions or
critiques may be directed to me at the following address:  gymnoid@msn.com.
Thanks for your input.  Have fun!


On The Way To The Baths


I'd like to tell you about an experience I had last Friday when I decided to
visit a local bath house for an evening of fun.  I like to go on Friday
nights not only because they have a free pizza and beer party at midnight,
but also because the atmosphere seems to be looser then; you're more apt to
see naked men having sex in the public areas of the club, more so than on
any other night of the week.  With any luck I would be one of those naked
men having sex right out in the open for all to see.

See, I guess I'm an exhibitionist.  I'm one of those guys that loves to get
naked and hard, especially around other guys.  Usually, when I go to the
baths, I go to my locker and get undressed; but instead of wrapping a towel
around my waist like most of the other guys do, I put the towel in my locker
with the rest of my clothes and stay completely naked (and hard) while
enjoying everything the club has to offer.  My favorite activity is to first
go to the video lounge and watch the pornos while I play with my dick and
get it nice and stiff.  After a while, when I'm good and hard, I'll get up
and walk all over the club totally naked with my hard dick sticking out in
front of me.  The club has lots of mirrored walls, especially in the
exercise area, and it's a great turn-on to look in the mirror and see myself
naked with my stiff dick gently bobbing up and down as I walk through the
area.  It also gives me an opportunity to check out the naked guys in their
rooms who leave their doors open while stretched out on their beds playing
with themselves.  I get really excited knowing that all these guys at the
club are seeing me walking around with my dick all hard and oozing precum.

Usually, I'm the only guy there totally naked.  Sometimes another guy'll sit
down in the video lounge, take his towel off and play with himself for a
while; or maybe two or more guys will get naked and have sex together in the
lounge while a bunch of us guys watch.  But when they leave the lounge they
wrap their towels around themselves again.  But once in a great while
there'll be another guy naked carrying his towel in his hand or draped
around his neck, leaving his cock, balls and ass exposed for everyone to
see.

But to get on with my story, last Friday night I got to thinking about how
exciting it would be to be naked not only while I was actually at the baths,
but to be totally naked from the time I left my house to the time I returned
home at the end of the night.  Just the thought of it gave me a raging
hardon that just wouldn't quit.

(As it turned out, I never did make it to the baths that night; but I ended
up having a better time than I could have ever hoped for.  Keep reading for
all the juicy details.)

Having decided to follow through with my daring (baring?) plan, I decided
that I had to go all the way.  I would not take any kind of clothes or other
possible covering with me in the car on the drive over; not even footwear.
For some reason, I never feel completely naked unless I'm barefoot, too.
Plus, the thought of not having anything with me to cover myself in case I
was "caught" only added to the excitement of what I was about to do.  For
good, bad or indifferent, I was going out for an evening of fun the same way
I came into this world, completely bare-assed.

Because my house is clothing-optional to all visitors, I'm usually naked
whenever I'm home.  So there wasn't much I had to do to get ready.  I went
upstairs to take a shower.  While showering I noticed some hair growing back
in my crotch area so I decided I needed a shave.  Having rid myself of the
hair on my dick, balls and crotch, I was as naked as I could get.  While
drying off I decided that I would, after all, wear a little something during
my adventure this evening--my cock ring.  Unfortunately, since my dick was
rock-hard ever since I came up with the idea for my adventure, it was
impossible for me to get the ring on over my throbbing hardon and cum-filled
balls.  So I gave up on the idea and decided I wouldn't wear anything but a
smile and my woodie.

I went downstairs to get together the few things I would need to take with
me:  car keys, membership card, money, etc. and tossed them into the little
pouch I use for my visits to the many nude beaches I frequent during the
summer.

Finally the moment of truth arrived.  I stepped out onto my back porch into
the warm night air and felt a gentle breeze caress my naked body.  The
neighbor's security light shining into my back yard only served to heighten
my sense of "danger" as I made my way across the yard to my car.  As I
walked, a delicate string of precum swung gently down from my pulsing rod
and attached itself to my thigh just above my knee.

As I got in the car, my stiff dick naturally came to rest against the bottom
of the steering wheel.  As I backed out of the driveway, turning onto the
street, the steering wheel rubbed against the underside of my dick; sending
shivers of ecstasy running through my naked body.  The copious precum oozing
from my throbbing hardon made an excellent lube between the steering wheel
and my leaking stiffie.

As I drove down my street it really hit home to me how vulnerable I was
without so much as a pair of shorts in the car, let alone any other form of
clothing.  I mean, what if I had a flat tire or something?  Especially since
both my house and the club are within the city and I would be driving
through populated neighborhood streets the whole way.  It wouldn't be so bad
coming home because it would be early in the morning, only a couple hours
after the bars close, and the streets would be pretty much deserted then.
But now it was not yet 11:00 PM; there were still plenty of people out and
about.  But finally I just shrugged my shoulders and put it out of my mind.
I wasn't going to let anything spoil the thrill of driving naked through the
city.

My route to the club normally takes me past the house of one of my fuck
buddies.  As I approached his house I saw that he was out front putting bags
of garbage out on the tree lawn.  I pulled up to the curb just as he set a
plastic bag down on the grass.  Looking up he smiled as he recognized me
sitting behind the wheel.  He walked up to the car and was about to speak as
he stuck his head through the open window.  But he stopped short as he saw
that I was naked and hard.  Breaking into a wide grin he chuckled as he
commented on the obvious fact that I wasn't wearing any clothes.  I
proceeded to explain my adventure to him as he just stood there taking it
all in--my story as well as the sight of my  naked, throbbing cock oozing
wads of thick, clear dick juice.

It was then he told me that he had been considering going to the baths
himself after he finished a few chores.  I told him that if he was ready to
go now he was welcome to ride over with me.  He thought about it for a
moment and said that he just needed to get his wallet and keys and would be
right out.  He reluctantly turned his head from the sight of his fuck buddy
sitting there naked waiting for him behind the wheel of the car, and trotted
up to the door and disappeared into his house.  I guess he took just a
little longer than he should have but I never noticed it because I spent the
time replaying in my mind the sight of his swollen crotch in his cut-offs.
In fact, I could almost swear that I saw the tip of his swollen dick peeking
out below the ragged hem of his cut-offs as he turned to head up to the
house.

The sound of his door slamming broke my reverie.  I looked up towards the
house and watched in amazement as my buddy strutted down his driveway only
slightly more dressed than I was; he was wearing a cock ring.  Turned out to
be the button-on kind so he was able to put it on himself even with a hard,
throbbing cock.  I managed to tear my gaze away from that beautiful hard
dick gently swaying back and forth as he walked, and looked up at his face.
In addition to his cock ring, he was wearing one of the biggest shit-eating
grins I've ever seen on a person.  Neither one of us said anything as he got
into the car and slammed the door; we just gave each other the high fives.

My car has an automatic transmission but as I pulled away from the curb I
reached into his crotch and grabbed his rod and pretended to shift through
the gears as I accelerated down the street.  He just laughed and eased back
in his seat to make his hard dick more accessible to me as I played my
little game.  Then he reached into my crotch for my "gearshift" and even
thought the car was moving at an even rate, we made a game of downshifting
and upshifting as we made our way through the streets.  We didn't have a
problem shifting even though both our gearshift knobs were wet and slippery.

After a moment my buddy let out with a mild "aw shit."  Asking what was
wrong, he told me that he forgot to bring his cigarettes with him.  When I
suggested that he could buy a pack at the club from the machine he explained
that he didn't want to do that because they were so expensive in the
machine.  Seeing the logic in what he said I had to agree with him.  In
fact, I had been so caught up in my naked adventure that I had forgotten to
bring mine too.  Turning onto a residential street I made a
spur-of-the-moment decision and pulled to the curb in front of a "mom and
pop" neighborhood convenience store that was still open.

Looking at me, he asked me what I was doing.  I reminded him that we needed
cigarettes; and why not stop and buy some?  He just looked at me and said I
must be nuts if I expected the two of us to just walk into a brightly lit
neighborhood store completely bare-assed, with both of us sporting
throbbing, leaking erections.  I just looked at him and said "why not?"  I
pointed out that it was late at night and there didn't seem to be anyone out
and about.  Plus, being this close to the bath house, we were already in a
neighborhood that had a significant gay population.  So if anyone did see
us, there's a good chance that they were gay too and wouldn't make a fuss.
Shit, they'd probably enjoy the site of two naked and very horny young men
out in public like this.  Let's face it, you don't see a completely naked
man with a pulsating, drooling hardon in a store buying cigarettes everyday;
much less two such men.

Taking time to consider this, my buddy turned to look into the store.  I
followed his gaze and saw that, except for the hunky young stallion minding
the counter, the store was empty of people.  My buddy and I had both been to
the store before and we had discussed the cute young guy behind the counter
wondering if he "played in our sandbox" too.  Looking through the store
window we could see him standing there behind the counter wearing a tanktop,
very short (and very tight) cut-offs and sandals.  He was leaning over the
counter paging through a magazine.  His pose further stretched his already
tight cut-offs and showed off a very nicely packed basket and accented his
adorably cute little bubble-butt.  Taking in the site of this hot young
stallion, I would gladly bet my last dollar that he wasn't wearing any
underwear under those shorts.  I could tell that my buddy noticed this as
well when I glanced at his crotch and saw that, while his dick had been hard
and oozing all evening, now it seemed to have swelled just a little more and
seemed even harder, if that was possible..  The head of his dick had turned
dark purple and the precum was oozing out of his piss hole in a slow, steady
stream; almost like he was taking a slow, easy piss.  I probably don't have
to tell you that my own dick was standing taller and straighter than it had
been and was busy leaking its own stream of hot, sticky dick juice.

Turning back to me, I noticed that my buddy's breath had grown heavy and I
could see, even in the low light level from the street lamp, that not just
his face, but his whole body was flush with excitement.  We both smiled at
each other and he said, "Fuck, I guess I'm game if you are."

I looked around the street to make sure there wasn't some little old lady or
anyone else around.  We were being adventurous; but we also didn't want to
be flagrant in our little adventure.  There was no one around on the street
so the coast was clear.  Good enough.  Both of us opened our doors at the
same time, almost as if we were relying on each other for moral support, and
stepped out into the open air of the city street.  I felt a surge of
excitement at the audacity of what we were doing.  I came around the back of
my car to join my buddy as we headed for the entrance.  Feeling playful, I
reached for his hand and held it in mine as I reached for the door to open
it.  I was pleased that my buddy didn't pull his hand away but squeezed mine
gently in agreement.

With the sound of the door opening the cute young thing behind the counter
hastily closed the magazine and fumbled to hide it behind the counter.
Looking up to see who was coming in, he got so flustered seeing us walk in
the door that the magazine he was trying to hide from our sight fluttered to
the floor.  But not before we were able to see that the magazine he had been
perusing was the current issue of Playgirl.  My buddy and I just looked at
each other and smiled.  I told my buddy that as long as we were here I
wanted to get a bottle of pop; so I headed for the cooler in the back of the
store.  (I didn't really want the bottle of pop; I just wanted to maximize
our naked shopping experience and give our hot little clerk a real show.)
My buddy was following pretty closely since we were still holding hands so I
thought I'd be playful and I stopped dead in my tracks.  Since my buddy
wasn't expecting it, he bumped right into my backside shoving his hard cock
right between my legs and hitting the back of my ball sack with his hot
slippery knob.  Just then we heard a soft moan escape from the cute young
clerk.  Looking back towards the front of the store we saw that he had made
his way to the back end of the counter and was watching us with his mouth
hanging open damn near down to his chest.  His face was red as a ripe
strawberry.  But what surprised us both was the dark wet stain that was
slowly spreading across the crotch of his tight denim cut-offs.  The little
fucker had creamed his jeans just watching us walk into the store!

Without saying anything we went and got our pop and stepped up to the
counter.  The young clerk was back behind the counter and obviously
embarrassed about his soggy shorts.  He asked us if there was anything else.
  My buddy and I smoke the same brand of cigarettes so I just asked him for
two packs of Newports.  Our randy clerk stumbled through some explanation
that he didn't have any Newports up front but would have to get some from
the back room.  He turned and was already on his way before I could point
out to him that there were some Newports right there in the rack above the
counter.  Oh well, maybe he was just flustered from the embarrassment of
being caught shooting his wad in his pants.  Consequently, I wasn't prepared
for the sight that greeted me as he reappeared from the storeroom.  It seems
our little store clerk wasn't as shy as he seemed at first.  For when he
reappeared he was wearing nothing but a shy uncertain smile.  That, and
pleasingly plump, half swollen hunk of sausage hanging down over a pair of
small perfectly round tight balls.  His dick was shiny from the wet cum he
had just splashed all over the inside of his cut-offs.  It was obvious that
he hadn't even tried to clean himself up but just shucked his clothes and
made his entrance in all his shining glory.

Both me and my buddy broke out in laughter when we saw him--we were that
surprised.  Our laughter seemed to break the ice because, as we laughed, his
tentative smile broke into a full wide grin.  And not only that, but his
dick started filling out again and rose to full mast, stiff and proud.  I
asked him if he wasn't concerned about being seen naked and hard by other
customers.  He explained with a twinkle in his eye that he couldn't very
well wait on customers with a wet cum stain in his crotch; after all, what
would people think?  That really set all three of us off into gales of
laughter.  After we got ourselves together again he explained that it was
just about closing time anyway and we had inspired him to close up the store
and head for home dressed just like we were.  He told us that he often
fantasized about going naked in public and seeing us walk in the door
together without a stitch on was enough to push him over the edge and take
the plunge.  He said he hoped we wouldn't mind.  Mind?  I was so hot by then
that if I just touched my drooling dick I would have shot gallons of hot,
steamy cum.

The three of us just stood there silently admiring each other's naked bodies
for a moment.  After about half a minute I broke the silence by explaining
what my buddy and I were up to that evening.  I could tell he liked what he
was hearing because I couldn't help but notice that as I was talking his
dick started throbbing noticeably and dripping strings of precum.  So I did
what any self-respecting naked and erect young man would do in my position.
I invited him to join us in our little adventure.

He didn't take long to respond to my invitation by issuing an invitation of
his own.  It seemed that he lived close by and we were welcome to come over
to his place and spend the rest of the evening getting to know each other
better over a couple of six-packs.  Just looking at him in all his naked
glory made my mouth (and dick) water.  So after a brief consultation flashed
between my buddy's and my eyes we readily accepted his offer.

So after a hasty run through his closing ritual we found ourselves once
again outdoors and bare-assed.  Only this time there were three of us
enjoying the freedom from clothing and the excitement of being naked
together.  We were reveling in sharing the experience of looking at each
other's naked bodies and hard dicks.  As we stood outside the back door of
the store we discussed how to get to our young stallion's house.  When I
suggested that we would follow him home in my car, he responded by saying
that because he lived so close to the store he walked back and forth to
work.  When I then offered him a ride with us, he challenged us to leave the
car parked where it was and walk with him back to his place.

So there we were, the three of us walking down the street with our arms over
each other's shoulders, our butt cheeks bouncing up and down in unison as we
walked, our hard, throbbing dicks swaying back and forth as strings of
precum hung down glistening in the light of the street lamps.