Naked, He Said

Naked, He Said A story by Greg Bowden jg.ps@gte.net

I have these tee shirts - a gift from my dad - which are huge and hang down about half way to my knees. My dad sleeps in them and he seemed to think that that I would like them for that as well. I suppose I might too, except that I've slept naked ever since that time I discovered what my dick is really for. However, I find them really comfortable just to wear around the apartment.

One Saturday afternoon while I was doing a little cleaning the door bell rang. Not thinking about the fact that I was naked except for my tee shirt I answered the door. It was a guy from down the hall with some stupid petition he wanted me to sign. While he was talking to me about the petition his eyes kept slipping down to my crotch area and I realized he was trying to check me out, to see if I was wearing anything under that tee shirt. As soon as I saw where he was looking my dick began to fill out and I suddenly began to feel very horny. When I signed the petition he grinned at me and said, "You'd better be careful dressed like that. Raise your arms much and someone's going to see your whanger."

After he left I couldn't get what he'd said out of my mind. I went into the bedroom, stood in front of the mirrored closet doors and slowly raised my arms. Sure enough, when my arms got about shoulder high the shirt was pulled up just enough that I could see part of my dick hanging below the hem. Any higher and I could see my balls. Something about that made me so horny I just had to jack-off. When I popped it nearly blew me away it was so good.

A few nights later I had to do some laundry and it occurred to me that I might go down to the laundry room wearing nothing but one of those tee shirts. It took me a while to work up the nerve to do it but somehow I did. Riding down on the elevator my dick began to puff up and I was afraid it was going to come up hard. If it did it would be obvious to anyone who saw me that I was carrying around a hard dick. That fear had a kind of erotic edge to it too which only added to the situation. I didn't get hard but the possibility of it gave me something to think about.

The laundry room was empty so I put my clothes in a couple of the washers and sat down with my book. Every time I heard a noise I jumped, wondering if someone was coming in. Finally someone did; a guy I'd never seen before. He was around my age, wearing loose shorts and a tank top. While he was putting his stuff in one of the washers he kept glancing at me like he knew I was naked under that tee shirt.

"You ever go outside that way?" he asked, out of the blue. "I bet it would be fun if you don't get hard. That might be kind of embarrassing. You ought to try it though. See if you like it." He finished putting his stuff in the washer and turned it on, still watching me. He stood by the washer for a moment, like he was thinking and then said, "Come on. Let's go get a beer, my treat." When I didn't say anything he came around, took me by the arm and pulled me out of my chair. I didn't know what to do so I just went along with him.

We took the elevator up to the lobby and there were three or four people standing around waiting for it. When we went out the front door the guy said, "Don't look down at yourself. If it's gonna show, it's gonna show so don't worry about it. Just enjoy the feeling, okay?"

Outside, walking down the street, I had these intense erotic feelings and I just knew everyone was looking at me. I had a kind of sick feeling in my gut but at the same time I was so turned on by it all. "By the way, my name's Brian," he said, stopping at a little neighborhood bar, one I'd never been in before

"I'm Todd," I said and held out my hand. Brian glanced down at my crotch and smiled as he shook my hand. We went in and he ordered a couple of lights. I drank mine fast and he ordered me another one. When it came he said, "Okay, here's the kick. See that crowd over there," he nodded at a group of six or seven people sitting at a table near the bar. "When one of the guys gets up to go to the john you go too. Inside all you have to do is stand next to him at the urinal and pee. Okay? That's all you do, just pee." Brian took a sip of his beer and we waited.

"There, that tall guy, he's going to do it." Sure enough, the man stood up and started across the room. "Go! Now. And be sure you stand next to him."

I didn't know what to expect but somehow I trusted Brian and did what told me. In the restroom the man was standing at the urinal, which was a long trough, so I stood next to him, pulled up my tee shirt, took hold of my dick and started to pee. We checked each other out the way guys always do in that situation but nothing else happened except the man kind of laughed as he left.

Back in the bar Brian handed me my beer and grinned. "Good man," he said. "See there?" He nodded toward the table. "He's telling them that you're naked under that shirt and pretty quick everyone in the bar is going to know." They did, too. I saw them whispering about it, even to the bartender. I couldn't help myself. All those people looking, knowing... My dick started to get hard.

Brian laughed when he saw what was happening. "Okay, that's enough for one night. Let's go."

My dick stayed right on the edge of standing out the whole way back to the apartment building. When we were back in the laundry room Brian patted one of the washing machines and said, "Here, hop up on the corner here."

I didn't quite know what he wanted so he reached out and grabbed me under the arms and boosted me up onto the machine. Then he pulled me forward until the corner of the machine was digging in between my legs, right between my balls and my ass. He put his hand on my belly to help me balance and then turned the machine to the spin cycle. All that vibration streaked right through me, directly to my dick. I never touched myself but in less than a minute I blew off one of the biggest orgasms of my life. By the time it was over the front of my shirt was pretty well soaked with cum.

"You really dig that, don't you," Brian said while we were waiting for our clothes to dry. "Being almost naked, I mean. Outside."

"I... I don't know," I said. "I've never even thought about doing anything like that before. It was all I could do to come down here in this shirt."

"You love it." Brian said. "I could see it in your eyes when they were talking in the bar about you being naked under that thing. It was a major turn on for you and would have made you hard if I hadn't pulled you out of there."

I nodded. He was right, I'd never been turned on like that, knowing all those people might see my dick, might want to see my dick. I was getting hard again, just thinking about it.

Brian grinned at me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Yeah," he said. "You loved it. That's good because I have a couple of other ideas for you."

When our clothes were dry Bryan rode the elevator with me back to my floor. I know I reeked of cum but no one got on with us to notice and Brian didn't seem to care. It didn't matter anyway. I'd just had one of the best orgasms of my life. When I let myself into my apartment I was feeling so horny that I dropped my laundry and jacked-off again, right there in the entryway.

As the next week went by I felt a strange sense of anticipation building up in me. I couldn't figure out what it was until Thursday, when it came to me. Thursday is generally laundry night for me and I knew I was going to do it again, go down to the laundry room in one of my tee shirts. Maybe I'd even get up the nerve to go outside and walk around the block.

It wasn't nearly as difficult as the first time but there was still that edge of fear to it, especially in the elevator riding down to the basement. Again, no one was in the elevator with me and the laundry room was empty. I think I was just a little disappointed but that didn't last long. I'd barely gotten my stuff in the machines when Brian came in.

"I figured you'd be here," he said. "And in that shirt." He stood back and looked me up and down. "You know, if I didn't know better I would never know that you're naked under that thing." He moved to the other end of the room and crooked his finger at me. "Come over here, will you?"

I did and he grinned. "Watching you walk? Yeah, walking, if I watched carefully I'd know. Your dick and balls kind of flop around and you can tell there's nothing holding them back." We went back to the machines and Brian put his clothes in a couple of them. When he'd turned the machines on he said, "You want a beer? On me. Come on."

When we were walking down the street I said, "You can really tell?"

He grinned at me again. "Well, you have to really look but yeah, if you look in the right place you can tell." I felt my dick beginning to fill out. "And," he added with a laugh, "if you get hard everyone will know for sure."

We went to the same little neighborhood bar. There were only three other customers and the bartender there and they were all guys so I felt pretty safe. When the bartender brought our beers he smiled at me and said, "You naked under there again?"

Brian put his hand over my mouth so I wouldn't answer. Then he said, "We'll let those guys over there answer that question." He turned to the guys at the end of the bar. "Hey guys, settle a question for us. Watch this guy walk toward you and see if you can tell whether or not he's wearing anything under that shirt."

The three guys talked among themselves for a few seconds and then one of them said, "What's in it for us?"

Brian thought for a second. "Okay, if you guess right he shows you you're right. If you guess wrong he shows you you're wrong and you chip in and buy him a beer."

The guys all nodded and it suddenly occurred to me that no matter what they said they were going to see that I was naked under the shirt. Even if they were wrong they'd see me. I guessed we'd do that in the men's room but still...

"Go on Todd, walk down to them." Brian gave my shoulder a little push.

I tried to walk slowly so my dick wouldn't flop around but it wasn't cooperating. It was beginning to expand. When I got to the guys I realized Brian was right behind me.

"Well guys, what'd you think?"

"Oh yes, he's naked alright. You can see his cock swing when he walks," one guy said.

"Yeah, and it or his balls are pretty good sized," the second one said.

"It's his balls," the third guy said. "You can always tell when a guy has big balls."

"Okay Todd, reach for the ceiling."

I figured he wanted me to do that so the tee shirt would rise up and show the head of my dick but no, nothing that simple. When I raised my arms Brian grabbed my collar and pulled the shirt completely off of me. There I was, standing naked in a bar with Brian, three strangers and the bartender all looking at my dick. And my dick knew it. It rose up until it was pointing at my chin.

"See," the blond guy said bending down to look more closely, "I told you, you can always tell a guy with big balls. The rest of him ain't bad either,"

"Okay guys, that's enough," the bartender said. "You want to admire his equipment, you go into the men's room."

Brian handed me my shirt and I put it back on. We finished our beer and started back to the apartment building. "You were good," Brian said on the way back. "You really get a kick out of this, don't you?"

"I guess I do. I was kind of embarrassed back there, I mean, when I got all hard. But there was this kick to it too."

"Good," he said. "I felt it too."

Back in the laundry room he said, "You're still mostly hard. You need to get off?"

"Yeah." I hesitated for a second. "But I guess I can wait until I get upstairs."

"Well, I can't." He pushed his pants down and I saw that he was hard too. He leaned against one of the machines and began to stroke it slowly. "Come on, do it with me."

I did. I pulled off my shirt and stood facing him, stroking myself. I think we were trying to see who could last the longest but neither one of us could do it for very long. We came off at abut the same time and shot all over each other. I cleaned us up with my tee shirt and then put it back on. I really reeked of cum on the elevator ride back up.

A few days later Brian called and invited me up to his apartment for a beer. "But you have to come naked, okay?" I agreed but I didn't really know if I could do it. I'd been trying to work up the nerve to go out in my tee shirt again but hadn't been able to. Every time I got to the lobby I got this rush, partly fear but mostly a wild, erotic feeling and I knew I'd go hard the minute I was outside. And now Brian wanted me to walk through the halls -- completely naked.

I compromised. I wore one of my extra long tee shirts and took the fire stairs up to his floor. There's a little window in the fire door and I could see there wasn't anyone in the hall so I took a deep breath, pulled off the tee shirt and dashed down to Brian's door before I had time to think about it. Standing in front of his door I felt that rush come over me and my dick began to stretch out. When Brian opened the door he looked down at my half hard dick. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he said with a grin. "Well, come on," he took my tee shirt and tossed it inside. "I'm out of beer so we got to run down to the liquor store." He pulled the door closed and started down the hall, toward the elevators. There was nothing else I could do but follow him.

I was sure the elevator would be full of people but it was empty and took us to the parking garage without stopping. In the garage Brian led me to his car, a really neat, red convertible. The only thing was, the top was down. Brian grinned at me again. "Get in. You'll love it."

When we drove out of the garage the idea of being naked in the car, that anyone could see if they only looked in, brought on that erotic rush again and this time it wouldn't go away. My dick got hard, thrusting up from my crotch for anyone to see if they only took the trouble.

At the liquor store Brian parked off to the side a little, away from the lights, and got out. "Back in a bit," he said. A few minutes after he'd gone a guy came out of the store and wandered across the lot in my direction. "Hey, how's it going, guy?" he said as he walked behind the car. He put his package in a car a couple of spaces away and then walked back toward me. "If you're waiting for someone in the store it might be a while," he said as he approached the car. "They got a new cashier and she's slow as anything."

He lit a cigarette, the flare of the match lighting his face. He seemed to be very amused at something as he walked up to the car. I shook my head when he offered me the cigarette pack, looking into the car. "Hey, you're really dressed for this warm weather, aren't you?" He called out to someone in his car, "Hey, Norma, come here. Take a look at the way this guy's dressed."

I tried to push my dick down between my legs but it was very hard and wouldn't cooperate. The man shook his head. "No need to sweat it guy. She's seen bigger." He stepped back a step and groped his crotch. "Like this one." He laughed and walked away.

When Brian came back with the beer I told him what had happened. "Did he pull it out and show you?" he asked. When I shook my head he laughed. "Then it wasn't," he said. "If it had been he would have shown you, just to gloat."

Brian drove around town for a while and that erotic rush came back really strong, making my dick so hard it felt like glass. When we parked in the garage Brian took me by the arm and led me to the low wall just outside the big door. "Do it here. Get it off."

I sat on the wall and spread my legs. As I took my dick in my hand I realized that if anyone turned into the garage I would be caught squarely in their headlights. I could hear cars coming down the street, too, but I couldn't stop. It only took a few strokes and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out as I shot off a huge load.

I was still dribbling a little cum when Brian led me back into the garage. "Man, when you shoot, stand back everyone!" He patted me on the shoulder. "That really turned you on, didn't it?" I nodded. He was right, riding around with my hard dick out for anyone to see really gave me an erotic kick.

"Me too. You mind?" He popped the buttons on his jeans and a very hard dick fell out. He wrapped his hand around it and gave it a few strokes. "Oh man, I really got turned on knowing you were sitting out there naked, talking to that guy."

"You knew?" I reached out, "Here, let me."

"Yeah. I put him up to it. Told him my friend was out in the car, probably lonesome." He let out a long groan. "You're good at this, too."

It wasn't long before he came all over me. When we were wiped down with a rag he had and his dick was back in his pants he said, "You do that a lot?"

I laughed. "To myself? Yeah, a lot. To another guy? Once, a few years ago. He did it to me and I thought I should return the favor. You like it?"

He laughed. "Oh yeah, big time."

We went up to his place and drank some of the beer. Then I went home and jacked off again, reliving the evening.

It got to be a pretty regular thing, ridding around town in Brian's car with the top down, me naked, and always when we got back to the garage I'd end up sitting on that low wall where anybody could see me, and jack off. I always shot a huge load and often thought I might pass out from the pleasure of it. That was always followed by Brian leaning against his car and me jacking him off.

One night, as we drove out of the garage, Brian handed me a pair of socks and running shoes. "You'll need these instead of those flip-flops. I think you're ready for a walk in the park."

He was right; I was ready to try something more than ridding around town in his car. I'd begun to realize that when I found I wasn't getting hard the instant we drove out of the garage. It was kind of like what a guy once told me: going to bed with the same person over and over, the first few times you're embarrassed because you're hard before you even get out of your jeans but then, as time goes on, even though the pleasure's the same - or maybe even greater - you don't get hard until you kind of get into it. I was like that, the instant hard-on was gone but once I got into something it rose up and stayed up.

I began to think about being naked away from the car. I'd never done that before and the idea brought my dick up fast. Brian looked over at me and laughed.

"They'll love that on the hiking trail."

There were a fair number of cars in the parking lot but I didn't pay much attention. I was still hard when we got out of the car but it began to go down as we trotted over to the beginning of one of the hiking trails. "Okay," Brian

said when we were on the dirt path. "Let's go."

As we walked along my erection subsided and I really got into being naked outside, in the park. Then a guy came along, walking towards us and I got turned on again, seeing him dressed and him seeing me naked. He nodded as we passed but that's all. Then some people came up behind us but they didn't pass us. They walked behind us for a long time, making enough noise so we knew they were there. That brought my dick up again and I had to hold on to it.

By the time the people behind us turned off on another path my dick was beginning to ache and I was more working it than holding it. "You need to get it off?" Brian asked quietly. "Over there. Go on." Brian was pointing to a bench set in the trees at the edge of the path. I went over and sat down, my legs spread. I knew anyone coming along the path would see what I was doing but that just made the pleasure more intense. Then, when I was getting close, I heard a noise on the path. Two guys came around the bend and stopped, watching me. That pushed me past the point of no return so I let it go, dropping my hands to my side, feeling my load begin to boil and then explode out of me, firing into the air and then falling back on me, cool and fragrant.

The guys stood and watched until my dick began to wilt and drop back down into my lap. Then they walked on, their heads turning to look at me until they were well passed. When they were, Brian came out of the woods across the path. "You okay?" he asked.

I nodded, still so turned on I couldn't trust myself to speak.

We went back to the car and Brian drove around town for a while. Someone on a motorcycle rode beside us for a while, trying to see in. At a signal I spread my legs and let him look and, when the signal turned he grinned and gave me a thumbs up.

When we got back to the garage I had to get myself off again. Brian led me to the fire stairs where I could sit just below the ceiling and where anyone walking by could see me if they only looked up. I came just as a car drove in,

lighting the stairs with its headlights.

I went back to Brian's car and he let me take his dick out and jack him off.

Brian and I developed a kind of routine: he'd call me and tell me to come up or meet him at the car. I would always put on my real long tee shirt but as soon as we met he would take it away from me (I still couldn't walk through the building without it unless Brian was with me) and mostly we'd go somewhere in his convertible, with the top down. We went to the park to jog a couple of times and both times I ended up on a bench, jacking off. One night in the car, when he knew I was about to come he had me get out and sit at a bus stop to finish. That was a real kick because the bus was only a few blocks behind us.

One evening he called and told me to meet him at his car. The top was down and after taking my shirt we headed for downtown. We didn't just drive around, though; Brian seemed to have someplace in mind. After a while he pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store and said, "You know what? We need ice. Come on." He handed me my shirt and we went into the store.

The place was empty except for the guy behind the counter and a couple of guys who looked like construction workers, buying beer. We went to the back of the store where the ice was and Brian pulled out a nine pound bag. "Okay," he said with a grin, "now we trade. The ice for your shirt." At first I didn't see what he meant but then I did and it hit me with that erotic kick that always takes my breath away.

Pulling off the shirt I said the first thing that came into my mind: "But I don't have any money!"

Brian grinned at me. "That's okay. I'll pay. You just take it up there and find out how much it is. Then come back here and I'll give you the money." He took my shirt and handed me the ice.

I began to feel that sick excitement in the pit of my stomach. He wanted me to not only take the ice up to the counter naked but then turn around and walk back to get the money. My dick began to rise up and I jammed the bag of ice into my crotch, trying to control it.

Brian turned me around and pushed me towards the front of the store.

The two construction guys were still at the counter, talking with the clerk. I still had the bag of ice pressed into my crotch and they hadn't noticed yet that I was naked. When one of them did he grinned at me.

"Jeez, guy, you're gonna to freeze your balls off. Here..." He reached out, took the bag of ice and put it on the counter.

The clerk said, "His balls may be froze but the rest of him ain't." He pointed at my dick which was starting to rise again. "I think maybe it likes you, Joey."

Everyone laughed.

The one called Joey scratched his crotch and shook his head. "Nah, not me. Probably you."

"How much is the ice?" I asked, my throat so dry I could hardly speak.

"Buck and a half," the clerk said. "Ain't you cold?"

I shook my head and walked back to the back where Brian was. "A dollar fifty."

My dick was standing straight out and I knew it would be pointing at my chin by the time I walked back to the counter.

Brian grinned and handed me two dollars. "I'll meet you at the car," he said. "Don't forget the change."

The three guys watched me all the way down the aisle. By the time I reached the counter my dick was standing up and so hard it ached. I handed the money to the clerk. All three of them were staring at my crotch and I thought I might come, just standing there, them watching.

The clerk handed me five dimes. "You want a bag for that?" he asked, his eyes still on my crotch.

I shook my head and picked up the ice, pressing it against my dick. I really was on the brink of coming and I had to get out of there.

Brian was standing beside the car and took the ice from me. "Do it," he whispered. "I know how much you need to get it off. Go for it."

I leaned against the car and took my dick in my hand. It was cold and my hand felt hot on it; I squeezed down and fell over the edge. I groaned and doubled over, shooting cum all over myself.

"Man, you really got off on that, didn't you?" Brian said on the way home.

"Yeah, I did. I thought I was going to come just standing there at that counter with those guys looking at me."

At home we took the ice up to Brian's apartment. He poured us drinks and we stood, looking at each other. "Take the shirt off, please," Brian said quietly.

I did and tossed it on a chair.

Brian tossed back about half his drink. "Now take mine off, okay?"

I didn't know what was happening but I knew it was something important. I pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the chair with mine. Brian lifted one foot and I knew he meant for me to take it off his shoe. I did, and his sock too. Then he lifted the other one and I took the shoe and sock off it also. When he was barefoot I stood and looked at him. He nodded.

I kneeled at his waist and freed the button there. I looked up at him and he nodded again. I released the others and carefully pushed his jeans down to his ankles. He stepped out of them and I tossed them on the chair.

I stood and faced him. Then, for what seemed a long time, we just looked at each other. Finally he said, "You ever done any of this stuff before? With a guy I mean."

"Just that once, when I jacked that guy off." I smiled. "Well, and you. I've jacked you off."

"You like that?"

"Jacking you off?" I looked away from him for a second and then back. "Yes."

"You want more?" His eyes held mine.

"Yes."

"How much more?"

"Everything. All of it." I was silent for a moment. "Brian? I love you."

Suddenly he grinned. "That makes it so much easier."

"What?"

"The fact that I love you too."

Naked, he said.

by Greg Bowden

jg.ps@gte.net

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