Date: Mon, 10 Aug 2009 19:18:10 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Naked History Pt 2

In my first entry, I discussed how I developed a turn-on for being
naked outside.  From the moment I was old enough to cum, I enjoyed
being naked in everyday places around home.  As I mentioned, once I
had gotten older and had a car, the internet had become popular.   I
started to read about the experiences of others and began collecting
online photos of their adventures.  That inspired me to go out driving
naked one night.  After driving around in a rural area naked and then
jumping out and jacking off, I was even more hooked.

I repeated the late night naked drive scenario several times until it
became less thrilling.  I had fantasized about jacking off in front of
some stranger for quite a while after seeing the photos online.  Until
then, I hadn't the balls to try it.

My apartment faced a pool and there were other apartments on the other
side of the pool.   To the left of the pool was a parking area and
then a small laundry room on the right.  Late at night I sometimes
would sit on my mostly dark upstairs patio by coming out in just a
baggy t-shirt.  The patio consisted of a wooden balcony with metal
railings that afforded no privacy.  Yet, I was in the shadows just
enough that I could sit out there with my legs folded, butt on the
wood, and t-shirt was covering my dick.  If anyone looked out their
window, I'd appear to be dressed and sitting down.

It felt awesome to do that and then have some guys come swimming late
at night in the pool.  I'd stay still and enjoy being pantsless with
the breeze blowing up my balls through the wooden slats.  I later got
ballsy enough to sit with my back to the pool and pull my dick out and
jack a load if no one was out there.  Ultimately, I'd go out there
during the day and sit there, dick covered up, butt bare but sitting
flat on the wood.  I'd act aloof to others around and talk on my
cordless phone.  No one batted an eye.  Getting up and going back
inside was difficult because of my hard-on.

You see, growing up, I was actually very timid.  I couldn't dress in
front of anyone.  I took band in  Junior High School and High School
because it replaced Phys. Ed. Class!  I had no athletic abilities,
knew nothing about sports, and would have been intimidated in the
locker room around all those hot naked boys.  I did have to be in
Phys. Ed. Class for one half a school year at another school and had
experienced hell.  Once we moved, I never had to take P.E. again.  So
I loved getting naked at a young age alone, but was scared to dress in
front of others.  I was self conscious of my skinniness. Strangely
enough, it turned into being my number one turn-on.

I'd try to walk to my mail box late at night in the baggy shirt.  It
entailed walking down the apartment stairs, past the pool and laundry
room and then by another apartment building.  I'd look inconspicuous
in the hot summer night.  Anyone could think I had on shorts a swim
trunk.  But the act of walking around know I was pants free in public,
made me get so hard that my dick tented up under the shirt...now THAT
was obvious.  So, that ruined my chances do that act several times
because of the erection.  I'd likely end up passing a woman or someone
like that and get busted, I thought.  I was able to try it now and
then without a really obvious erection, but I'd be so nervous that I
couldn't enjoy it.

On weekends, I discovered I could walk across the double-laned old
highway behind our complex and explore a gravel pit.  It wasn't in
operation on weekends.  I walked down into the pits naked several
times, but it really didn't feel like I was doing anything risky or
exciting.

After I'd lived there for a year or so, I began to fantasize a lot
about being seen by a stranger while naked. There was no way I was
gonna try it in my own area.  I lived near some really old and run
down apartments that were full of Latino immigrant families.  While
this might sound politically incorrect, it's true to say that most of
the men and families living in them were illegal aliens and spoke
English, if an at all.  They were mainly immigrants from Mexico.  I
picked them to be my first victims of being flashed.  My logic was
that they didn't want the cops around any more than I would, so would
probably not call them if I streaked or flashed in front of them.

My first attempt was a good one.  I got in my car on a chilly evening
just a few hours after sundown.  I drove past a dumpster in my own
apartment complex and saw several empty boxes sitting there.  I jumped
out, still dressed, and put them inside my car.  I concocted a plan to
drive up where one or more Mexican men were and just hop out of the
car naked in another apartment complex and toss a box into a dumpster,
jump back in my car, and drive off.  The idea of nonchalantly getting
out naked like it was a normal thing had my heart racing.

I had to drive in two or three different apartment complexes before I
found three middle-aged Hispanic men sitting in front of a truck.
They were working on the truck's motor with a big flashlight shining
down on the motor.  It was about 57F outside and they had their
jackets on.

It was now or never.   I drove up right in front of them.  They really
didn't pay any attention and were engrossed in their mechanical work.
I stopped right in front of a dumpster and leaving the door open, I
jumped out naked and walked about 4 yards and tossed on of the boxes
into the trash.  They still really didn't notice anything, but as I
was getting back into the car, one turned around and looked stunned as
I closed my car door.  I nodded hello to him and drove off.  I did it
finally!

I was so damned turned on that I parked around the corner from them
and started jacking off.  Somehow, I wasn't hard when I had jumped
out, but it only took ten seconds to shoot my load afterwards.  Once I
shot my load, I dressed in a hurry and drove home feeling all
paranoid.  I kept watching for cop car lights to start flashing behind
me.  Then I got home and realized how easy that was to get away with.

Needless to say, I did that scenario several more times until it got
stale.  I continued to do it, though, around the same type of places
and men.  At that time I later started to date my partner.   I started
to do my naked drives and stuff in his area, too.  He worked at night,
so I'd get bored and go find a place to get naked at or drive naked
around.  His neighborhood was the gay area of our city.  Many
complexes were full of mostly gay people.  The surrounding areas had
the older apartments with the Mexican men like near my own place.  I
had renewed my interest in the flashing thing with the new
neighborhood to try out.

 I remember parking in one complex at night and standing in only
sneakers, I asked an old Mexican guy what time it was in Spanish.  He
looked shocked but still told me the time and walked on.  I pulled the
box in the dumpster routine a few more times again, too.  All this
made me ready to move on to the next phase...jacking a load in front of
one of them!

There were several attempts made before that one worked out.  I tried
things like standing at the back of my parked car naked waiting for a
man to walk by or come outside, only to have unwanted types come near.
  I had no desire to been seen by women or children AT ALL.  So there
were some close calls and tough escapes, but was never seen or busted
by any women.

Finally, the perfect scenario came my way.  I had gone driving one
evening past the gay area and into the "hood".  I tossed my pants into
the back seat and had my shirt off.  I was driving in just my boxer
shorts and tennis shoes.  It was just a few minutes before sundown and
warm outside.  I decided it would be hot to walk around someplace,
toss my boxers off (an old holy pair) and walk back to my car naked.

This was an impulsive idea, so I had to drive around several blocks
until I found a set of old fashioned apartments that looked good for
that scenario.   When I turned in there were about six or seven
parking spots on the left or right.  They had carports over them.  On
either side, as well, were apartments that had most of their windows
facing another street.  In the middle sat about four Latinos.  They
all looked to be in their mid twenties.

I drive in and parked into a middle parking place.  Once I got out of
my car, I had another parked car shielding me from the waist down.  A
cinder block wall blocked me from the patios of the bottom floors of
either building.  I walked out into the open area of the parking
section and walked to the side of one of the buildings.
Spontaneously, I dropped the boxers and walked back to my car in plain
view in just my t-shirt.  It barely covered my dick and balls.  By
this time it was almost dark out, but the sky was orange from the
sunset.  I kept staring at them and only one of them looked my way.
Whatever the hell they were talking about, they were deep into their
conversation.

I walked back to my car and leaned against it.  I pulled off shirt and
stood their naked jacking my cock.  I came in less then a minute right
in front of the one that was talking.  I was several car lengths away
but he saw.  I didn't get a chance to gauge their reactions, for I
jumped in the car and hauled ass away.  I was franticly pulling my
pants and shirt on.  I came to a red light and pulled on my shoes.  My
heart was racing I thought I was gonna hyper-ventilate.

I realized no cops were on my tail after a couple of minutes, but
still drove back to my boyfriend's place in a hurry.  Needless to say,
I got home and thinking about what I'd done made me so horny I jacked
off again.

Once I was back home again, I started looking for places to repeat
that scenario.  It wasn't until a couple of months later, my last week
at my old place, that I had one of my all time riskiest experiences.

I was off on a weekday and was bored and horny.   I'd been on the
internet jacking off but hadn't cum.  I decided to go for a drive and
see what I could find.   I found some old apartments that were way off
the road.  There was a freeway with a Home Depot store.   Way behind
was a huge field of weeds and small brush.  Past the store were these
apartments.  The entrance to them was perpendicular to the freeway.
They shared a common fence with another set of apartments that had an
entrance on another street, but was still past that field.

It was around noon that day.  I drove into the apartments and parked.
 I'd worn an old t-shirt that I planned to rip off and leave
someplace.  My pants were some old beige Dockers that were cut off at
the calf.  The button at the top of the zipper had long ago busted
off, but the zipper stayed shut due to my stomach was flat back then.
There were holes in the pants here and there.   One hole was hidden
between the legs and not visible unless I sat down.

I parked and saw that the wood fence between the two complexes was
busted up.  I peeked through and saw about five Mexican men.  I
stepped through the fence and sat on a curb.  To my left was a man
pushing a machine that was re-striping the parking lot with yellow
lines.  To my right sat a dude on the back of an open pick up truck
bed.  There were two men next to him.  The men on my right were eating
their lunch.

Impulse struck and I sat down on the curb past a dumpster.  I was
blocked from the street by another truck and the dumpster.  I unzipped
and pulled out my cock.  I began jacking in a way that they really
couldn't see.  But as I started to come, I lay back onto the cement
and shot my load all over.  They ALL saw.  No one was looking directly
at me, but they were sniggering and talking about the "gringo" that
was "loco".   I stood up, slung the cum off my hand, and zipped up.  I
stepped back inside the other fence and raced home.

That was really risky due to the parking lot had many upstairs windows
that could have seen me.  The parking lot was all empty due to the
repainting of the parking stripes.

That was the extent of my public JO adventures until I moved to the
neighboring city where I live now.    I know that by reading this,
many will think of me as obsessed with public JO, like some people
have obsessive compulsive issues.  I guess in a way I am obsesses, but
I have tried not let it interfere with my daily life.  I don't mean
I've tried not to get busted...that's a given.  But, I've tried to not
strategize about it constantly.  It is easy to do if you don't take a
break from it.

More to come.