This is a story about a young Gernan gay man who is about to go to college and explores his love for public nudity. Of course, it contains some sexual acts but mostly describes his voluntary exposure. Some of these actions might be illegal where you live. It's a fantasy, so there are no STI's and no laws restricting our actor's desires. Unfortunately, real life is different to that.
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My plan worked. I had about an hour time until my next train would go. I left the station and turned right. It was only a two minutes' walk to the store. "Gay Sex Shop" read on the sign about the door. With trembling heart, I opened the door. The inside was different to what I had expected. A good-looking man in his early thirties stood behind the cashier desk and smiled to me.
"You are looking like a first timer", he said. "No worries. You can look at everything. I don't judge. Look, I am selling this stuff every day. For sure, you won't be the guy with the nastiest pleasures nor the nastiest guy. If you have any questions, ask me. If not, take your time."
This helped a little. I looked around the shelves, and sometimes to the guy who was reading something and not inspecting my interests. There was a wide range of porn DVDs. But it was too much to have a detailed look on them. Then I saw the toys. Some replicas of hard penises in different materials. I took some of them for a better view. They had different sizes, and some of them were as big, that I couldn't believe that any guy carried such a big tool in reality.
I came through some other stuff, cockrings, harnesses, lingerie, and some stuff of which I didn't want to imagine what their use was. Finally, I came to the books and magazines. There were some which showed guys of any taste naked and with hard cocks. I chose a little bit of everything, twinks, hairy guys, athletic men. Then there was a book with the title "Everyday Nudes". It showed nude men in casual situations: a guy standing at a bus stop, two guys playing tennis, a group of guys on a hike, a biker, a guy in a kitchen, a group walking through a museum, and so on. I had a hard on looking through these pictures. Although the book was rather expensive, I had to buy it. Together, the book and the magazines, I had chosen, cost almost 150 Euros which I paid cash. But for sure, it was it worth.
I went back to the station and had enough time to get my train. Fortunately, I found an empty compartment. So, I was able to flick through the book that I had just purchased. Each and every photo brought up unknown desires.
My experiences with casual nudity are very limited. Grown up in a very conservative catholic family, I wasn't used to being nude at home or see any of my siblings or even my parents without clothes. Yes, being infants, me and my younger brothers Benjamin, Christian and David used to take a bath one after the other. But since then, much time had passed. Nevertheless, last summer I had found a lake where men were sunbathing and swimming in the nude about half an hour bike ride from home. It had taken some time for me to realize that the guys were not only nude, but also gay. There, I had experienced my first blow jobs -- both giving and receiving.
It was another two hours train ride to K... the city where I was about to study. I was looking for a room or studio to live as the waiting list for the dorms was about 10 months. I wasn't that disappointed about the fact that I wouldn't join a dorm, as I preferred living alone or with another gay guy.
Finally, I reached K... . I was totally horned up by flipping through the newly purchased book. There was so much inspiration where I wanted to get out of my clothes. Although I knew that all these scenes were a fake, I had the intense desire to experience them in reality.
I walked to the youth hostel, stored my rucksack in the locker, and started looking for some place to live for the next months or years. But I had no success. Everything I saw announced was either far away, too expensive or had some trap like the obligation to care for an old lady. Finally, it got dark, and I found a nicely looking café at a little square which showed a rainbow flag in the window. I looked at the menu of the "Gayfe", and they had beer and small dishes for reasonable prices, so I went in.
What I saw was -- at least -- surprising. The waiters were bare chested, and what they wore was little. Or to be honest: it was underwear. One of them wore a very small thong, the other some boxer briefs.
I ordered a large glass of beer and a Flammkuchen (kind of a very thin pizza with sour crème, bacon, onions and leek -- a speciality of Alsace and southwestern Germany).
The waiter in the small thong brought me the beer and smiled. He had a great body that looked as if the waiter passed much time in the gym. I imagined to tear his thong down which by the way didn't leave much to the imagination as it was filled by a huge cock.
When I went to the restrooms, I saw an announcement that the Gayfe looked for staff and you should simply ask a waiter. Well, even if I didn't have a studio so far, I also needed a job. As I had worked in a café in my home town before, I knew that I liked this kind of work. And seeing the guys working in nothing but underwear, I liked the working dresscode.
So I asked Mr. Thong, who called his boss and told me then to be back at the Gayfe the next day at noon for an interview with Victor.
Finally, I left the Gayfe and went back to the hostel. I needed a shower before going to bed. So I stripped off my clothes and took my towel. As my bedroom was on a male-only floor, I didn't bother with tying the towel around my hips but carried it over my shoulder to present my nude body to everybody who might pass. When I entered the shower room, I found out that there were no stalls at all but just an open room with several showerheads. There were acutally three guys showering, one of them even wore speedos under the shower. I have never understood guys who wear speedos in public showers, but many of my classmates used to act this way after our sports classes. He and one of the two nude guys looked disgusted when he saw me walking in with my towel around the shoulders. The third guy smiled.
I put my towel on a bench and chose a showerhead nearby the smiling guy. Soon, both other guys left the room, tying their towels around their hips.
The other guy looked straight towards me. So, I felt comfortable with laying my eyes on his cock. He played a little with his penis, not very offensive. He just took special care of his member under the shower. So, I dared to play a little with my dick, too. I could have showered with this guy the whole night. But of course, at some time, we had to put an end on this. He looked at me, when he turned his shower off and stepped to the bench to dry himself. I did the same. When we were ready to leave, he put his wet towel around his shoulders, and I did the same. So, both of us went naked to our rooms. And it turned out that we shared the same room.
"I am not in the mood to end the evening", he said when we were in the room. "I have some cans of beer here, want to take one with me?"
"Sure", I said.
He went to his locker and took two cans of beer out of it. But he made no move to dress up. So, I stayed nude, too.
We talked with each other, and so I found out that the guy's name was Bryan. He was 20, so a year older than me, and in the city for a job interview tomorrow. He was interested in what I was doing, but although I had the impression that he was also gay or at least bi, this theme didn't come up. Nevertheless, he was playing with his cock the whole time. And so did I. After our second round of beer, both of us were hard. Bryan continued with stroking his cock and even a blind guy would have recognized that he was jerking off. I forgot my last inhibitions and did the same. So we masturbated together, each of us with his eyes on the other guy. I cannot say who was the first to cum, but we were both almost simultaneous. Both of us shot our cum onto our bellies. Bryan didn't hesitate a moment to put his finger in the puddle of cum and lick it clean. I did the same.
"That was good", said Bryan. I nodded.
We had another round of beer but didn't talk about our jerking off.
Although both other beds in our room were made and therefore occupied for the night, nobody came back until we had finished our third round of beers. As Bryan had his job interview in the morning, and I wanted to go back on my search for a studio or room as early as possible, we decided to call it a night. As Bryan crawled naked on his bed, I did the same. The night was warm. So, I didn't cover with the sheet. Both missing guys would see my bare ass or my cock when they would come back to the room.
I woke up at about half past seven the next morning. Both other beds were now occupied with guys. One was under the sheet and obviously (at least) shirtless, the other slept in briefs on the sheets. Bryan lay on his back and had a morning erection. This guy seemed to be really shameless. On the other hand: he was still asleep and therefore probably not aware that I could see his boner.
I was totally sweaty and needed another shower before going on my search for a studio. I grabbed my towel and once again went stark naked to the shower room. This time, there were more guys inside, two in swimwear, but the rest nude. Nobody cared that I had come in without covering my junk. Although there wasn't any flirting like yesterday evening with Bryan, nobody cared about the fact that I looked around while showering. The nude guys were somewhere between 18 and 35 and gave me some nice inspiration for future wanking fantasies.
When I came back to the room, Bryan was awake and stroking his cock. The other guys were still asleep and showed no signs of waking up soon. Bryan was really unashamed and continued until he came once again on his belly. I watched him and got a boner myself, but I didn't feel able to wank myself even when Bryan started again to eat his cum.
I got dressed and left the room together with Bryan who went to the showers -- once again not bothering with covering his junk. I wished him much luck for his job interview and then took the bus to the university. My plan was to look over the noticeboards whether some student was looking for a next or interim tenant.
Apart of a delicious sandwich and a coffee in the cafeteria of the university my morning wasn't successful. I left the area at half past eleven to be in time for my job interview.
When I arrived at the Gayfe, a waiter in red bikini briefs prepared the tables outside the café. I spoke to him that I had an interview with Victor. Mr Red Briefs smiled and told me to go inside as Victor was waiting for me.
Victor was an athletic guy of about 40 years. He was also shirtless, wearing some shorts.
We had a short interview about my experiences with the job as waiter and my further plans. As Victor was bare chested, I felt a little overdressed. But it didn't seem to be a problem for Victor. In fact -- would you go to a job interview without shirt? Finally, Victor said: "I can imagine that you might fit in the team. You have to know that we have a strict shirtless dresscode for our staff. Is that okay for you."
I nodded and said, "I recognized this yesterday, and I like the dresscode."
"Okay. I would like to see how you work. So, I'd invite you for a probation day."
"Gladly, unfortunately, I have to go back to my hometown tomorrow. So I have to come back for the day."
"Why not doing it immediately?"
Although I had planned to continue my search for an apartment or studio in the afternoon, I agreed and started to take my shirt off.
"But your trousers don't fit in our dresscode. Usually the guys wear underwear, swimwear or at least very short and tight clothes."
"No problem", I said. "I can take my trousers off. But I'm going commando today."
"Oh, you can go back to your hostel and take something other to wear."
"I wouldn't mind to do the day naked. If the dresscode is shirtless and without the pants I wear, then it leaves me with my shoes and nothing else. I am fine with it."
I don't know what lead me to saying this. And I feared that Victor would consider me weird. But there was no reason.
"You are really willing to work naked? I have been waiting for a brave guy to do that. I have two waiters who seem to be in a permanent contest who is wearing less for work. There is a guy who works in a jockstrap and another in a loincloth. But naked, that's new -- and so hot."
I didn't hesitate a moment and took my pants off. I handed them and my shirt to Victor and asked him to take care of them. He smiled and put them into his desk. Then he lead me outside to meet the other guy.
"Paul, this is Adam. He is doing a probation day. So please show him how this Café works."
Paul looked at me.
"He is nude!"
"Yes", said Victor. "And he stays nude. Adam wants to do the job in his birthday suit, and I don't mind."
But I had a problem. Standing naked on the terrace in public view aroused me. It aroused me strongly. I felt that I was about to get a boner. And Paul recognized it.
"You should do something against that", he said.
"Yes, but what?"
"Come inside."
He lead me behind the bar and fell immediately on his knees. I had no chance to realize what happened when he had his mouth over my hardening cock. And then he gave me the best blow job I have had so far. Well, there haven't been many, more precisely just one or two handful.
I was so aroused that it didn't need much of Paul's oral skills. I announced that I was about to cum, but Paul continued. So, I shot my load into his mouth, and he willingly swallowed my cream. While Paul licked my cock clean, I turned my head and realized that Victor had watched everything. I feared that now was the moment that Victor would draw a line and tell me that I was not suitable for his café. But this didn't happen. Victor smiled and nodded towards us.
So, Paul and I left the rear area. Paul showed me everything, we agreed on who would serve which part of the terrace and the interior -- with more tables for Paul because of his experience, and then started. Victor stayed behind the bar to draft beer and prepare the other drinks.
Little by little the terrace filled with guests, and soon I was busy with serving drinks and food. I even forgot that I was nude. It just felt normal to do the job without anything but shoes. Certainly, it helped that Paul didn't wear much more -- only his red bikini briefs. And Victor was bare chested with tight shorts around his hips behind the bar. Even the guy in the kitchen only wore only underpants and an apron.
Some of my guests commented on my uniform, all of them liked my attire. So, I felt absolutely perfect even though I had never been exposed naked to so many people and so publicly.
At about 4 PM Paul told me that I had to make a break. I went inside, sat down, and Victor gave me a mug of beer and ordered some fingerfood for me in the kitchen. Now I had time to look on my smartphone. Bryan had sent me a message that his job interview had been good and he was rather hopeful to get the job. I wrote him back that I was on a probation work.
"That sounds good", he wrote. "What are you doing."
"Waiter at the Gayfe."
"I come over."
"When?"
"In about an hour."
I wasn't sure about what I had to think about Bryan coming to see me doing my probation day naked. But it aroused me. While I had my food and the beer, my cock got hard again. I looked over to Victor, and he nodded. So, I grabbed my hard cock again and wanked. Victor kept a close eye on me, and Paul smiled, when he came in to get the food and drinks for his guests.
I played with my favourite tool until I came, this time in my palm which I licked clean. Once again Victor nodded to me which I considered as a consent.
I went back to work, and at about a quarter past five Bryan arrived. He recognized me and stood apart for some minutes. Later he would tell me that he had a look on which tables were mine and which tables were served by Paul. Finally, he sat down on a table in my area and studied the drink menu. I went to his table and asked for his order. To my surprise, Bryan took off his shirt and his pants and handed them to me.
"Would you take care of these? Looking on your attire, I think that I don't need more clothing."
Of course, I took his clothing. Then he ordered a beer and a Bloody Mary. I went back inside and handed Bryan's clothes to Victor who put them to mine in his desk.
When I came back to serve his drinks, there were several guys taking photos of Bryan. He was absolutely unashamed. I was a little envious, but Bryan would tell me later that he was envious because my exposure was much more public than his.
About an hour later, Mr. Thong came to his shift. Victor told me that my probation day was finished and asked me to come to his office. He paid me 100 Euros for the day and let me two thirds of the tips as it was usual that the kitchen and bar got a third of the tips. He was very satisfied with my work and wanted to give me a job. I would work two shifts of 7 hours per week during lecture periods and up to 30 hours during the summer depending on the weather. He'd pay minimum wage and add a Euro per hour after three months.
"Can I work naked?", I asked.
"I'll be happy if you do. In that case I'll add another Euro per hour."
"Agreed."
"So, when can you start?"
"As soon, as I have found a place to live."
"What are you looking for?"
I told him that I needed a studio for a reasonable price.
"Well, my husband and I are the owners of this house, and in fact there is a studio vacant. It has a kitchenette, a small bathroom with a bathtub and a balcony. We don't announce the studios as we want to limit the house to gay men. So, I usually offer them to my staff or their friends. You want to have a look?"
Of course, I wanted. And the studio was perfect for my needs. It turned out that the house had a roof terrace with a jacuzzi, where clothing was optional or as Victor said "not common". And the rent was very low. Victor explained that he and his husband saw no need in gaining much money with the studios but considered it more important to give young gay men a home of their own.
A few minutes later we were signing the contracts. I had insisted that Victor changed the clause "the employee has to work shirtless in underwear, swimwear or similar tight clothes" into "the employee has to work naked; he cannot require or be required wearing clothes at work". I would start working next Tuesday. After signing the renting contract, Victor handed me the keys.
Having done the formal stuff, I went back to Bryan. Mr. Thong whose name was Eric brought us two mimosas on behalf of Victor and welcomed me as new member of the team.
We talked about my probation day and Bryan's job interview. Surprisingly, Bryan didn't want to tell me what kind of job he had applied for. On the other hand, he was very interested in how it came that I did the probation in the buff. When I told him that Victor and I had agreed that only the birthday suit was allowed for my work, he told me that he envied me for that clause.
The evening continued with some beer and cocktails for both of us -- as member of the staff I had only pay a quarter of the regular price. We met another new colleague of me, Luis a Spanish guy of about 25 or 30 years with dark body hair. Luis wore only a loincloth that barely covered his cock and left his ass bare. He was also fascinated by the fact that I had done my probation day nude and agreed to do my job permanently starkers.
At 11 o'clock the Gayfe had to close the terrace. We decided to move back to the hostel. Bryan surprised me with the proposal to leave our clothes at the Gayfe. He said that I could catch them next week when I started working, and so we had a reason to meet again no matter whether he would get his job or not.
It was really daring for me to walk back naked, but I agreed. So we left the Gayfe only in shoes, carrying our wallets and mobiles in our hand. On our way we had to pass a park. Bryan whispered: "I am so horny. What about doing some stuff here?"
My cock hardened immediately. The idea to have sex with Bryan here and now was exciting, especially as both of us were stark naked. I agreed. We found a good spot behind some bushes where we could be rather sure to stay unobserved. As soon as we were there, we kissed passionately. Bryan grabbed my boner, and I did the same with him. After a while of kissing, I asked "Sixtynine?" Bryan nodded and pushed me to the ground. We found our positions and started sucking each other's cock. It was so much better than any of the blow jobs I had given at the lake. At the lake it was only being horny. But here, I felt affection to Bryan. It was now that I recognized that Bryans pubic hair was trimmed short. This felt so much better giving a blow job. I had to keep in mind to shave or shorten my pubics as soon as possible.
Bryan seemed to be an expert in cock sucking. Too fast I felt my rising orgasm. I begged Bryan to slow down, but he smiled and continued as before. And so, I shot my load into Bryan's mouth. Fortunately, Bryan was near to his climax too. Only a few moments later, I received his creamy juice. After licking each other clean we cuddled a while. But then it was time to get up and continue our way home. But first I had to take a leak.
"Can I watch", asked Bryan. "Pissing guys are so erotic."
Although this seemed a little weird to me, I agreed. Bryan stood in front of me while I was pissing. And despite the fact that he had just cum in my mouth, his cock hardened again. If it's so easy to excite Bryan, I'll let him watch me pissing every time.
We continued our walk. Now it was nearly midnight, and there weren't many people on the streets. I have no idea whether those we met recognized our nudity and how they reacted. In fact, I didn't care. Finally, we reached the hostel. Both of us needed a shower, so we went to our room to get our towels. This night, the shower room was empty. We took showerheads next to each other. Now it was Bryan who needed to piss. He asked if I minded if he did it now and here.
"Why not?", I asked.
So he started pissing just in front of me. I had never thought about watching pissing guys, but Bryan was right. It had an erotic touch.
When Bryan had finished his piss, my cock had gone upwards again. And for sure, there was some blood in Bryan's prick. He smiled, and I made a step towards him. One step of him, and we were able to touch our members. Bryans face came to mine, and we kissed while stroking each other's hard tool. It took a little longer than in the park until we shot our loads on our bellies, but it was as intense as our blow job there.
We finished our shower and went naked as we were back to our room. Once again, the two other beds were still empty.
"The funny thing is", said Bryan, "that I have no spare clothing with me. It seems that I have to drive home naked tomorrow."
"Not real!"
"Yes. I have always wanted to do that."
"But your parents? What will they say when you come home naked?"
"Oh, I am sure that my fathers will appreciate it. They are both nudists, and all of us use to be nude at home."
I was surprised to hear that. Not only about the nudism, but that Bryan had two fathers. I asked him.
"Yes, my dads are a gay couple who wanted some children, and a befriended lesbian couple wanted children, too. So one day, both of my fathers ejaculated into a beaker. The lesbians took the mixed juice and each of them put half of the load into their cunts. Nine months later, one of them gave birth to me and the other to my halfsister or stepsister. We don't know who of them is our biological father. They did it again two years later, but only one of them became pregnant and it was with a girl. Another year later, I got my little brother the same way. And I can tell you that the gay gene is strong. Both of us guys are gay and both girls lesbian. The boys live with our fathers, the girls with our mothers."
That was really cool. But now it was time to sleep. Once again we didn't cover our nude bodies with the sheets.
The next morning I felt weird when I put my spare clothes on, while Bryan remained naked. We left the hostel together, and Bryan gave me a lift with his car to the train station.
My parents were glad that I had found an affordable studio and a job. Fortunately, they didn't ask about any details about the café where I would work, and so I didn't tell them anything about my job. I looked forward to go back to K... next Monday to have some time to buy furniture for my new home and install myself. And I hoped for much more naked experiences.