My Exhibitionist Boyfriend Chapter 1
This series contains Gay Sex, Nudism, Exhibitionism, Bareback Sex, Double Penetration, CMNM, Gangbangs, Sex in Public, Fuck Machines and Toys. If material of this nature offends you or you are underage then you should not read this story. This first chapter does not have too much sex, but there is a lot more sex in the upcoming chapters.
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I was in my early 20s and into partying when I met Gus at a pool party. He was a gorgeous, olive-skinned Venezuelan, about 6 feet tall, with looks that could have easily won a male beauty pageant. Gus was there as the date of one of my straight female friends, which meant he was off-limits to me. That was fine since I was there to spend time with my friends and party.
The party was hosted by an eccentric and wealthy friend of mine and his boyfriend. We started at their condo with drinks and food before heading down to the pool. There were about ten of us, including another gay couple and a few straight guys who worked with the host.
I wore a short swimsuit, a short-sleeve button-up shirt, and dressy sandals--a carefully chosen outfit so I could avoid changing throughout the party. Everybody in our group had changed upstairs and were all ready to get in the pool. Gus, however, took the elevator bare-chested in cargo shorts. When we arrived at the pool, he pulled off his shorts to reveal a white Speedo that showcased his perfect body, incredible ass, and muscular, hairy legs.
Most of the gay men wore short swimsuits, while the straight guys opted for long board shorts. Gus stood out in his Speedo and it was difficult not to stare at his incredible body.
About me: My name is Derrick and at the time, I was 22 and very focused on my body. I hit the gym six days a week and practiced kickboxing, which kept my body shredded. Luckily, my apartment building had a fully equipped gym where I worked with a coach and nutritionist. Standing at 5'10", I had a 5-inch soft dick that grew to about 6 ½ inches, I was very proud of my body.
After getting into the pool, I spent time chatting with the hosts and eventually joined my female friend and Gus, who seemed to be on a first date. I noticed Gus paying extra attention to me. There was an undeniable chemistry between us, a comfort level as if we'd known each other for years. But being a loyal friend and not into straight or curious men, I didn't give him a second thought despite his stunning looks and sex appeal.
After some time, I sensed we would soon be heading back upstairs so I got out of the pool and laid on a lounge chair to dry off. Soon, one of the straight guys and I needed to pee, so we headed to the pool restroom. To my surprise, Gus was there, completely naked, drying himself with a small towel. He didn't even flinch or try to cover himself. Instead, he smiled and started a conversation.
"Hey guys, how's the pool party?" he asked playfully.
As we finished at the urinals and moved to the sink, Gus bent over to pull up his cargo shorts, his exposed ass pointed directly at us. It was impossible not to notice every inch of him. While we washed our hands, he wrung out his bathing suit in the sink.
"You like the pool party?" he asked in a funny voice, making me smile. We locked eyes in the mirror and the both of us burst out laughing. Heading back to the pool, I realized I was slightly hard, though the lining of my swimsuit did a decent job concealing it.
Back upstairs, we continued drinking, and the rest of the night became a blur. I remember talking to Gus, but I don't recall the conversation. One thing I didn't forget, though, was the image of him naked.
A few years passed, and I occasionally heard rumors about Gus being heteroflexible and a total exhibitionist. Friends frequently mentioned seeing him naked, which only added to my vivid memory of him. Very soon after the party, my friend who was on a date with Gus introduced me to her new boyfriend so I guess things between her and Gus didn't work out. Soon after that, I got into a serious relationship that lasted more than four years. After a rough breakup, I threw myself even harder into fitness.
Rather than continuing to work out in the gym at my building--filled with memories of my ex--I decided to explore a large and well-known gym in town. As I stepped inside, the first person I spotted across the room was Gus. I didn't expect him to remember me so I headed directly to the lockers to to drop off my gym bag.
The gym was big and lively, with lots of sexual energy. It had a reputation for having a higher-than-average percentage of gay men who worked out there. Confirming the rumors, I noticed many gay men in skimpy outfits flirting on the gym floor and exchanging numbers. As I worked out, I could hear the unmistakable Grindr notification sounding across the gym floor. The locker room, however, was a different story. Unlike a YMCA, where nudity might be more common, seeing naked men here was rare.
The absence of a hot tub and open showers made the locker area feel somewhat conservative. Despite the abundance of attractive men, about 60% would only strip down to their shorts or underwear before heading to the showers. The remaining 40% would immediately cover themselves with a towel or wrap it around their waist before even getting naked.
Walking toward my locker, I ran face-first into Gus--five years after we first met. He recognized me immediately, greeted me warmly, and pulled me into a big hug.
"Derrick, I am so happy to see you," he said.
By coincidence, our lockers were close by. As we caught up, he looked me straight in the eyes, pulled his shorts and underwear down in one motion, and stood completely naked throughout our conversation.
His body was stunning--well-defined with a prominent V-line on his abs, thick, hairy legs, a 6-inch soft uncut dick, and the most athletic, perfectly shaped ass I'd ever seen in person. His arms were muscular and well-toned, with a faint vein running through his biceps. Seeing him naked now was even better than the memory I had held onto for five years.
Each minute he spent completely naked and on display increasingly turned me on. I've always been a home nudist, and my favorite genres of porn are CMNM (clothed male, naked male), locker room spy videos--whether real or staged, and fully naked strippers getting groped. Seeing Gus naked brought all of those fantasies to mind, making my dick rock hard.
Gus was the only fully naked person in a locker room filled with about 30 semi-clothed men coming and going. While we caught up on the last five years, he stood completely on display--not just to me but to everyone else who happened to walk by. His locker was last in one of many rows which meant everyone walking towards the showers could see him.
I was very turned on since all my fantasies revolved around being the naked one in a room full of clothed men. In the porn I watched, the fantasy was always about me being the one exposed, but the reality was different. Anytime I found myself naked in public, I would immediately get hard--even if the locker room was empty.
The idea of running into someone I knew while naked and visibly aroused was terrifying, so all my fantasies remained just that--fantasies. My nudity was limited to my home where I spent the entire time naked. At home, however, I did make an effort to dress for visitors and deliveries.
After hitting the showers, we returned to our lockers. Gus immediately shed his towel which had been draped over his shoulders and stood completely naked again while we continued our conversation for another 20 minutes. He made no effort to grab clothes or wrap the towel around his waist, standing there casually and naturally as if he were home alone.
Meanwhile, I kept my towel tightly wrapped around my waist, desperately trying to conceal my hard-on. Eventually, I pulled on a pair of compression shorts I'd luckily brought along, which helped hide my erection.
The whole time, I couldn't stop staring at his dick and ass, barely making any effort to hide it. He didn't seem to mind--on the contrary, he seemed to welcome it. As we chatted, I told him I was new to the gym and enjoying it so far.
"It's a great place," he said. "I've been coming here for years."
Taking a seat on the bench across from him, I was now at eye level with Gus's penis. Taking full advantage of having a low-level locker, he turned around and bent over, digging through his bag in a way that gave me a clear view of his beautiful, hairy hole.
As he fidgeted with his belongings, he casually ran his hand up the inside of his thigh. The motion subtly shifted his balls and the head of his penis into view. My heart pounded. He was breathtakingly beautiful. I was rock hard, precum soaking my compression shorts like an open faucet.
Gus, still naked and leaving his towel behind, walked to the nearby vanity area. He started combing his hair and applying cream to his body. Among fully dressed men or those with towels wrapped around their waists, Gus stood out completely at ease in his nudity.
Even though all my sexual fantasies seemed to be coming true at that moment--and everything about the situation was intensely arousing, our conversation was equally engaging. We joked and laughed as we caught up, and we genuinely seemed to have a unique chemistry.
Eventually, I was fully dressed, but Gus remained naked, unworried by the flow of men around us--some even stopped to say hello to him which made my dick stir.
As I prepared to leave, I told him how happy I was to see him again. He pulled me into a warm hug.
To my surprise, he asked, "Let's have dinner. I know a place nearby you're going to love."
"I've thought about you often since we first met," he said, smiling sincerely. "I'm so happy to see you. We need to celebrate this reunion."
I smiled back, feeling a rush of excitement. "I'd love that."
Who could refuse a date with a beautiful, naked man?
In the 30 minutes I had spent with Gus thus far, he was naked for 29 of them--in front of me and about 60 other men who passed through the locker room.
Finally dressed, we headed to a nearby restaurant. Our conversation flowed effortlessly. I'd been on dates recently, but this felt different. It was like we were already friends--so natural, so comfortable.
For the first time that evening, I wasn't distracted by thoughts of his naked body. Instead, I focused on his gorgeous face, his beautiful smile, and his sense of humor. We discovered we had so much in common: we both worked from home in tech, had mutual friends, and had the same taste in shows and movies.
As we sat in the crowded restaurant, Gus looked me in the eye, and leaned back, placing one hand behind his head and subtly lifting his shirt with the other. To my shock, he revealed a 9½-inch erection.
At some point, he had discreetly whipped it out and stroked himself to full hardness. His foreskin was pulled back, his cock thick and his cockhead prominent. Maintaining eye contact Gus reached for my hand, guided it under the table, and placed it on him, encouraging me to explore his impressive length. Hypnotized by his sexiness I was unable to resist.
Later, in the elevator, as soon as the doors closed, Gus grabbed me and pulled me into a passionate kiss.
"Let's watch a movie," he said.
This didn't feel like a one-night stand or even a first date.
Gus smiled. "Your place or mine?"
"How about mine?" I replied.
Upon entering my apartment, Gus stripped down to his briefs as soon as we walked in, leaving his bag and clothes behind in the entryway.
In my bedroom, I stayed fully clothed while Gus lay on the bed, lifting his legs behind his head in one swift motion to remove his briefs. He lowered his legs slowly, ensuring I saw every inch of him.
"What movie do you want to watch?" he asked.
I handed him the remote and reached into my closet to grab a fresh pair of Calvin Klein briefs. With my back to Gus, I changed discarding my cum soaked compression shorts in the hamper. Although I would normally be naked, I didn't want Gus to see me hard and give him the wrong impression.
Turning back to Gus I noticed he was staring at me and then continued to scan my body and smiled. "Wow, your body is amazing."
He didn't seem to mind I wasn't naked, though he did not attempt to cover himself or even get under the sheets.
He finally picked a series, and we settled in. Gus shifted until I was spooning him. He gently guided my hand to his soft shaft. He didn't get hard, which made the moment feel natural and not sexual.
As we watched, he moved my hand across his body--his balls, his ass, his legs, his chest--until I had touched nearly all of him.
When the episode ended, Gus kissed me again, thanked me for the evening, and spooned me. His naked body pressed against my clothed one, and I could feel the weight of his soft, massive length nestled between my ass cheeks. As sexy as the past few hours had been, I couldn't help but think of Gus as a great guy, even more so than an object of desire.
When I woke up, Gus was lying in bed, still naked, working on his laptop. He glanced up and smiled.
"Glad you're awake," he said, pulling me to the bathroom with him.
While he took a quick piss, I brushed my teeth and washed my face. He hopped into the shower, chatting with me through the glass doors and demanding my attention. I stood by the sink until he finished and after drying himself off, he remained fully naked.
As we moved to the kitchen, he asked, "Can we make some coffee?"
I figured Gus was a nudist, maybe even an exhibitionist. It wasn't a coincidence that every time I'd met him, he'd been naked. Although he acted like his nudity was perfectly natural, I noticed the way he bent over just a little more than necessary while emptying the coffee filter. I knew he got a kick out of showing off.
His nudity again proved to be too much for me, and once again, I was rock-hard and precumming.
Back in bed, I knew it was my turn to make the first move. I gently removed his laptop, straddled him, and sensually kissed him on his lips. My lips trailed down his neck as I began exploring his body, savoring every inch.
I lingered on his armpits before nibbling on his nipples. He groaned appreciatively as I worked my way down.
By the time I reached his cock, it was semi-hard, already at an impressive eight inches. Though his lower body was naturally hairy, his pubic area, shaft, and balls were meticulously manscaped, making his monster cock look even bigger.
I got distracted by his beautiful balls, using my tongue to worship them. One by one, I took them into my mouth, savoring their weight.
Knowing oral was my strength, I sensually licked his cockhead until he was fully erect. It took less than a minute. At full mast, his length was about 9½ inches and impressively thick, with a gorgeous shaft and a perfect cockhead.
Showing off my skills, I swallowed him to the base, surprising him. I was sure many had tried and failed. Showing off, I managed to lick his balls while his entire shaft was buried in my throat.
He moaned in pleasure, his body reacting to my touch.
"Suck as long as you want," he said in a cocky way. "Let me know when you want me to cum, baby."
His alpha-male attitude didn't turn me off, Instead, his confidence only challenged me to make him cum and pleasure him.
I used my hands to explore his body, caressing his inner thighs, abs, and chest while I fucked my throat on his cock. His breathing quickened, his moans growing louder.
About ten minutes in, he warned, "I'm ready to cum."
Taking my cue, I went balls-deep, my tongue massaging his shaft to ensure his pleasure. His body shook as his head swelled, and when he erupted, his load was overwhelming. I almost choked on it.
I kept him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head as his cock softened. I savored every drop, cleaning him completely before resting my head beside his crotch.
I wanted him to feel my breath, to know my appreciation--not just for his body, but for his cock. I wanted him to understand that my throat was ready to worship him, that I didn't only admire his body, I knew how to pleasure it.
He reached for my ass, giving it a playful spank before rubbing my hole through my underwear. As good as it felt, I stopped him.
"I have to be honest," I said. "Even though I mostly bottom, I can't take huge cocks. My hole is too tight."
"I'm thrilled we've reconnected, and things are going so well," I admitted. "But I want to be upfront. I can't promise I'll ever be able to take your dick in my ass. I'd rather get this out in the open now."
"I understand," he said. "Let's take things slow." I assume, with such an intimidating cock this was something he had probably heard before.
We spent a couple more hours together and then Gus dressed, kissed me goodbye, and said: "I'll see you at the gym tonight" before leaving.