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Discussion in 'Underwear, Clothing, and Appearance Issues' started by needtonut, Jan 11, 2013.
well, that got me hard
Fraternity house in college. About 10 of our little sisters spotted me walking nude from the shower to my room. They didn't usually come upstairs in the afternoon. Also, we had to do a nude run from the lobby to our dorm rooms as part of freshman initiation. After a week of initiations, no one had told me about the nude run until we headed down in the elevator. I lived on the 12th floor resulting in racing past a lot of coeds packed in 12 stairwells armed with their cameras.
I once saw an extremely cute friend lose a game of strip poker, he took it all off and lucky for me, turned his back to me.
At a resort in Mexico... After workout went to men's locker room to shower and sauna. After hanging nude in sauna, walked out towards shower.
Two women that were cleaning towels and floor were standing there, while I was completely nude. I said hi while they stared at my nice swinging tool. Of course I had to ask them about good restaurants, etc...was great watching them stare and converse!
Hanging out with buds for beers..burgers...and swimming.
One friend had what was thought to be a heart attack. He was not swimming. He had on jeans and 911 paramedics called and cut off his jeans...no underware on!
And only mild indigestion? Or something...so we laughed at him and we all (most, not all) took off shorts to swim nude.
In 2010 I was working as a census agent. I had to interview a the resident of an apartment near my home. I came by a few times and left the notice that the census had visited. I finally came when he was home, but he answered the door in a towel. We were not supposed to go into the home for our safety, etc. but since I wanted to get the interview done and he wasn't dressed, and it was in my own neighborhood, I came into his front room when he invited me. I asked the required questions, and he got dressed. He unwrapped his towel and did not rush to put his clothes on. He was a very fit guy, and it wasn't creepy, just surprising. I guess he had an exhibitionist streak. Believe it or not, this was not the weirdest story I have from the census, just the only one that involves nudity. With that said, I should make it clear that never breached professional ethics on the job. It is an important one for our country. It does seem that my town has some pretty colorful residents though. What worries me is that that was only a cross section of those people who did not fill out the census form! I see the guy all the time at the gym now, usually clothed though.
You really SEE him!
He knew. I don't know what he was thinking but he knew.
I purposely walked out my front door to get the mail naked and let the door lock behind me.
I walked next door, told them the door locked behind me and they let me in.
They had a good laugh and took their sweet time before giving me a towel.
Several years ago had some friends driving through town and their car a/c went on fritz, they stayed over a night waiting for car part. This was an older couple (mid 60s) that I only knew casually but felt obligated to help out. So I got up in the middle of the night and walked into the kitchen to find the husband standing naked in the kitchen eating ice cream from the contrainer (with a swollen semi going on). He didn't bat an eye, just said he got a little hungry and hoped I didn't mind? LOL, "not at all" I said as we stood there chatting for a few, me in shorts, him swinging free, and he just turned and headed back to bed thanking me again for letting them stay.
I only put shorts on because there were guest in the house, had they stayed a second night you know I'd have been walking around naked.
I designed a remodel for a couple that are friends of mine. As part of the remodel they wanted a hot tub outside of the Master Bedroom. They didn't want the noise of the air blowers at the tub and they wanted gas, not electric, heat. I located the blower and boiler in the basement and piped everything out to the tub which was about 25 feet from the bedroom.
The wife called and complained that the water in the tub was too hot and didn't know how to turn it down. I left the office early, about 2 PM, and drove to their house knowing that they both work and have no kids. I went to the basement and turned down the boiler, went to the bedroom and folded my clothes on the bed, went out and got in the tub to wait for the temperature to drop to see if it was more comfortable. The floating thermometer in the tub said it was 104 degrees.
So I'm sitting there in the sun just waiting for the temp to drop and out of the Master Bedroom comes the wife in her bikini. She had come home from work early! She gets in the tub and I tell her what I'm doing. We sit and chat as I watch the thermometer. I say 'Its 103 degrees, is that OK?' She says 'No, still too hot.'
I get out naked and walk back into the house to adjust the boiler again. All she saw was my naked butt and it turned me on. So I gave my Willy a couple of shakes to get a woody before I go back out. No arch to it but fully engorged and hanging straight down. I walk out of the house and she is sitting in one of the far corners of the tub facing me. I walk to the tub with my willy swinging from side to side.
Two more times I ask if it is cool enough and two more times she says no. Two more times I walk out of the house with a woody as she watches me. I didn't realize I had and exhibitionist side to me but I really enjoyed showing off my manhood to her. No, don't ask, no sex happened. Her husband was a friend of mine too.
This weekend I went to Spa Castle in Dallas... The men's wet area is connected to the locker room and nudity is required. As I turned the corner to walk into the locker room I glanced over and saw three ladies walking into the men's locker room. They obviously didn't realize they had entered the wrong area. I guess they were too busy talking to notice. Anyhow, it didn't take long before they were met by about 3 naked guys coming around the corner. They screamed and ran back out. The three guys just laughed it off.
At my fraternity house, one of the best looking guys started to bodybuild. He put on a lot of new muscle; his chest became thick and convex enough so his nipples were at a 45 degree angle, areolas curling inward. I had a deep appreciation for them. One day in the summer, he told us he was going to take a nap, which he did on a bean bag chair. When I passed his room, the door was open, he was sleeping. He was naked and his muscular thighs were parted. Long cock with a helmet, dense light brown bush enclosing it. I stood frozen for a few seconds, he was so beautiful. I was sooooo tempted to wake him with my lips engaged. He was open-minded; I wish I had taken the chance. Getting hard just remembering the moment. Damn. So hard.
Many years ago, my family went on vacation in Las Vegas. I think I was about 25 at the time. We stayed at the Imperial Hotel.
That hotel is weird. Room numbers are 5 digits long, reflecting not only the floor that they're on but also the elevator number that they're closest to. When you check in they need to give you a map, because the hallways are very maze-like.
At the time, I usually slept in the nude, but since I was sharing a room with my dad (my brother paid for his own private room), I decided to sleep in my underpants. As I got in bed, I realized that my underpants were ripped near the crotch. I decided it didn't matter, so I went to sleep in them anyway.
In the middle of the night, I got up to use the restroom. The room was pitch black, but that doesn't faze me; even at home, I'm used to walking to the restroom in the dark, to avoid waking anybody else up. I closed the restroom door, then turned on the light when it wouldn't wake my dad.
After I was done on the toilet, I flushed, then waited; I didn't want the noise to wake my brother. (I wasn't in the room with my brother, but I was half-asleep so I forgot that.) then I turned off the light, opened the door, and walked towards where my bed would have been if I was home. I bumped into a wall.
Half-realizing my mistake, I turned to the left. The bedroom door was there, but when I tried to open it, the door stopped. That's because the chain was on the door to ensure privacy. I remember being confused, because my bedroom door doesn't have a chain. But somehow I managed to open the chain, then I tried again. This time the door opened. I remember being surprised that the light was on. Blinking in the bright light, I walked through the door, moving towards the light switch.
Of course, there was no light switch. I continued moving down the hallway, looking for the light switch, but all I saw was more doors. I was getting more confused as I went; why were there so many doors? As I walked, I heard a door click as it automatically closed.
I came fully awake at that exact moment. I was standing in the hallway of the Oriental Hotel, wearing nothing but ripped underpants! Quickly, I turned around to run back to my room. But which room was mine? Every door had a 5-digit number on it. For the life of me, I couldn't remember which room was mine.
I walked up to the door I thought was probably mine. If I was right, all I had to do was knock loud enough to wake my dad. But what if I was wrong? Someone would answer the door, see me standing there in my underpants, and call security. Whatever happened next was sure to be bad!
I remembered reading an article in the Los Angeles Times, once, about this very situation. Apparently it happens more often than anyone (who didn't work in a hotel at night) would believe. The article said NOT to wander down to the registration desk, as you're likely to be seen by a lot of people. The article wasn't even talking about Las Vegas; surely with a 24-hour casino downstairs, it would be even worse. The article said that every floor would have a house phone, usually next to the elevators, where you could phone for help.
So, I started walking, looking for a house phone. (I wasn't wearing my glasses, but I could see well enough when I got close to things.) I don't know how long I walked, but I passed at least 3 elevators and didn't see a house phone. I think that the. Oriental doesn't (or at least, didn't at the time) have house phones in the hallways.
Finally, I came to another elevator, and decided to give up on house phones. I pushed the "down" button. Immediately I heard one of the elevators start to move.
Only then did it dawn on me that I wouldn't know if the elevator was occupied until it was wide open. I might catch a huge group of women on their way to the casino! With that in mind, I ducked behind a soda vending machine, just as the elevator "dinged". I heard the doors open up, but I didn't hear any voices. I decided to get on the elevator, but I wasn't quick enough; the doors started closing, and the elevator moved away.
There was nothing I could do about it; if I stayed close enough to get on the elevator, but the car was occupied, I was going to get caught. I pushed the button again. After a while, it "dinged" again. At that moment, I remembered that my underpants were ripped! I cupped my hands over my crotch as the doors opened.
The elevator was not occupied! With relief, I got on. I moved one hand away from my crotch so that I could press the "1" button. The doors closed and the car started moving.
I almost let go of my crotch, but then I remembered that some elevators have cameras in them. I remembered that some hotel hallways do, too; maybe someone had already been watching me! If so, there was nothing I could do about it, so I tried to forget it.
I heard the "ding" again, and the elevator slowed and then stopped. But we weren't at the first floor yet! The doors opened, and a man & woman, at least 20 years older than me, was standing in front of me. Either they didn't notice how I was dressed at first, or they decided to ignore it, because they got on the elevator and pressed "1". The doors closed, we started moving, and THEN they looked at me. The woman grabbed the man's shoulder and took a step away from me.
"Hello," I said, "I got locked out. Do you know where a house phone is?" I kept one hand on my crotch the whole time.
This seemed to be the right thing to say, because both of them, especially the woman, immediately relaxed. Presumably they know knew that I wasn't planning to rape anybody. "No idea," the woman said. The man said some sort of small-talk, something like "I guess you're having a bad night."
Finally we got to the first floor. The couple got off and walked away quickly. I stepped off too and tried to look around.
I still didn't have my glasses in, but I could see that we were in an elevator lobby in some part of the casino. We weren't even close to the area where we first took an elevator up to our room, nor were we near the registration desk. I could see some live-game tables nearby, but they weren't currently in use. However, I could hear typical casino sounds not far away. I stood in the elevator lobby for a moment, trying to figure out which way to go.
I heard someone talking to me. A small Japanese man holding a vacuum cleaner was preparing to go to work. He was obviously a custodian. He asked me what was happening. I told him I was locked out of my room. He didn't seem to understand. Slowly I realized that he didn't speak much English. I said "registration" and he seemed to understand me, but he didn't point in any direction. Instead, he half-said, half-gestured for me to wait in the elevator. He put his keys in a keyhole in the elevator's button panel; I wasn't sure, but I figured he had set the elevator to stay where it was. Then he walked away, again signaling me to wait.
I waited for 3 hours (obviously not, but that's what it felt like). I was still standing there in my underpants. Finally I decided that the custodian had forgotten all about me. I started to walk towards the casino sounds, but at that instant he came back. "No no no," he said, so I got back in the elevator.
A couple of minutes a security guard came by. The custodian pointed to her; apparently he had summoned her. "What happened to you?" She asked.
"I'm locked out of my room," I said, still holding my crotch with one hand. "I need help getting back to it."
"You weren't attacked?" She asked.
"No," I started to explain, "I got up to..."
"There's something else going on," she said. "You're going to have to wait a minute." She picked up a walkie-talkie and said something into it, then ran away. The custodian shrugged.
A minute or two later, the elevator doors suddenly closed and the elevator moved up. Obviously the custodian had not turned it off after all! I knew that someone else was about to see me in my underpants! Eventually the elevator stopped. The doors opened and two people got on; a boy that was even younger than me (possibly he was legal age, 21) and a young, very cute girl that I doubt was 18 yet. The boy was carrying a casino bucket of coins. Both of them smirked, but especially the boy. They pressed the button for 1. Neither of them talked to me.
After a few seconds, I felt something hit the back of my butt. The boy was smirking even more. He whispered something to his girlfriend, then he reached into the bucket, pulled out a nickel, and threw it at my head. He continued throwing coins at me, in my stomach and shoulder and knees, all the way down. It wasn't hard enough to hurt very much, but it was very annoying. I tried to catch them with my free hand, but mostly I missed.
When the elevator got back to the first floor, the custodian had a relieved look on his face. Once again, he signaled for me to wait. The boy threw a few more nickels at me, and then he finally gave up and left.
I guess I'm not very bright. Weeks later, while thinking about what had happened, I realized that the boy had been trying to get me to move the hand that had been covering my crotch! To this day, I wonder what would have happened if I exposed myself to his girl.
Finally, the security guard came back. "You need to get back to your room?" She asked.
"Yes," I said, and I told her my room number.
"What's your name?" She asked. I told her. She picked up her walkie-talkie. "I need a room number," she said, and she told someone my name. They gave her the correct room number; I wasn't even close!
"Follow me", she said, and we went upstairs. We wended through the hallways for a bit, and then she knocked on my room's door. My dad answered very quickly. "I was worried about you!" He said.
In the room, I noticed that the sun was just starting to come up. I didn't know what time it was when I got locked out, but it was at least 2 hours ago, maybe 4-5. Right now, some people were waking up to start their day; if I had been there much longer, hundreds of people would have seen me!
As I told this story, I included a lot of details and a lot of thoughts that went through my head. Some people might assume that it's fiction; I wouldn't blame you, because I probably would have thought so, if I was reading it. But it's a true story, really.
(If I ever wrote fiction like this, then I would have been nude, as I really did used to do in real life. Or else, the boy would have gotten me to let go of my crotch, and the girl would have pulled my underpants down and stolen them. But that didn't happen.)
I wrote "Oriental Hotel" above, but I just now remembered the real name. The Imperial Hotel, Las Vegas.
Stayed one night at the Quality Hotel, Stoke (England). And while it is deffinately not a quality hotel, it does have an indoor pool.
After a brief swim, with the wife we went to our seperate changing rooms. One thing I always do, whether it be post gym or post swim, is shower naked. And given that the gym shared these showers, it was wholy acceptable to shower naked.
It was only as I was half way through showering that I noticed that the architecture of the pool/shower meant it was possible, from certain areas of the pool, to see me, in the mens showers.
I chose not to let this stop me finishing de-chlorinating my naked body.
One middle aged woman did walk along the pool side, and appear to slow down to get a better look. I fayned coynes and covered my genitals.
Not my fault though. Bad design.
Not unexpected nudity, but unexpected timing. In the gym locker after my workout last week, stripped and walked to the scale. Someone was using it, so had to wait a few seconds, during which time my (straight) trainer happened to walk by. I had never been naked in front of him before. He asked me how my weight loss was going, and I said "we'll see." He congratulated me when we saw that I had lost a couple more pounds.
He didn't feel the need to look away and even commented that it looked light my abs had tightened up. I liked that he was comfortable looking at my body and that I was equally comfortable being naked in front of him. We chatted for a few more seconds after I stepped off the scale, before I headed toward the towels.
That's good to hear. I would say that your trainer certainly chose the wrong profession if he freaked out at the sight of another naked guy in the locker room and felt uncomfortable looking at a client's body. I have been naked around my trainers before in the locker room (sometimes we were both naked at the same time in the locker room). I don't use a trainer anymore, but I have gotten to know a few of them at my Y, and I have showered with them in the open shower more times than I can count. One trainer is extremely hot - in his mid 20s (the peak of hotness for a guy IMO) gorgeous face, ripped body with a beautiful treasure trail, tight ass, long thick uncut cock with low hanging balls and a big bush with just the right amount of body hair. He and I chat while both naked in the shower and locker room together, sometimes side by side. He's very straight and newly married (that lucky bitch :biggrin1. I have jerked off more times than I can count to those mental snapshots I have of him naked in the locker room and shower. :wink:
I was invited to go to an after-hours party after work. It was 3:00 AM early Saturday morning. I got to go over to one of my straight bud's house. He told me where I could sleep for the night after the party.
After lots of drinks...conversations...DORITOS...jacuzzi hot tubbin'...I was getting pretty relaxed and decided to go to bed. I went upstairs to the bed I was offered. I walked in and one of the bartenders was naked with his girlfriend fucking steadily and really pounding at it. He had a really nice dick. Smelled hetero in that room. (I was like "OOPS! Sorry, J told me that this was my bed." I told them to keep it as I was backing out of the room.) I went downstairs where J was with his girlfriend. I told him that that room he offered was occupied by B and his girlfriend. He told me to take room next to the one that was offered to me.
I went there and it was empty. (THANK GOD!!)
I slept two hours. (I heard B fucking his girlfriend like his life depended on it.) I don't sleep well in other people's beds anyway.