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How would he ever live this down!?! Somehow the teachers and other parents had convinced this Hot Single Dad to strip down and pose nude for the Parent/Teacher Night's Art Class.
All the Mom's had secretly lusted after him all school year since his kid had transferred. And now here he was, blushing and nude in front of them wishing he was anywhere else.
Every parent now knew exactly what he looked like with no clothes on!!! But his embarrassment would only get worse once his erection popped up during the last pose!!!
The End of the School Year was going to be an embarrassing one....
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He struggled to understand what had just happened to him. A bit shy and not much of a dancer he had held a low profile the entire night, looking after the table while his friends were busy out on the dancefloor. Then out of nowhere he found himself surrounded by a bunch of angry looking guys and a girl pointing and yelling at him, accusing him of harassing and groping her while they were dancing. His attempt to explain that he had been sitting here the whole night and that they must have the wrong guy were ignored. Before he had any chance to react the guys yanked him up from the table and dragged him out to the back alley. There they wrestled him to the ground, forcible stripped him of his clothes, and pushed him through a door into the neighboring building.
Now he found himself sitting stark naked in a gay bar trying to explain the crazy story. Both the staff and the guest all seemed sympathetic towards him, but no one was in any hurry to help him cover up and apparently they didn’t find his clothes outside. If he had turned around, however, he would have seen the owner of the bar talking to one of his assaulters, paying him off and thanking him for jet another decent “delivery”. The man was really pleased with himself. Having good looking, innocent, straight boys turning up stark naked at his bar had been real boost for the business.
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The Bed and Breakfast had given him some heavy "Saltburn" vibes. So much so that he wanted to recreate the final scene where Barry Keoghan danced naked through the house.
He had waited for what seemed like the perfect time. The other guests had opted for a guided tour of the grounds led by the Owner of the Bed and Breakfast.
He shed his clothes in his room. Put his headphones in. Opened the door to the hallway. And proceeded to dance freely through the halls.
He thought he had picked the best route. Along the back of the building. No guest rooms. Small chance of being seen.
That is, until he looked out the window and saw the Guided Tour watching and recording his prancing on their phones from the terrace!!
It would only get worse when he returned to his door to find his room locked!
Dinner was Black Tie for everyone else, but his dress code was changed to Birthday Suit Attire due to circumstances!
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He thought that this canyon was nice and secluded. I mean, he did just hike 5 miles to get here. No one was around. It was hot. He was sweaty. Why not take a naked dip?
It wasn't until he was butt naked and in the middle of the river when the first raft of the whitewater group came around the bend!
All he could do was smile and blush as 6 rafts full of people floated by and laughed at his nakedness...
Too bad he also didn't notice the squirrels taking off with his clothes because he had left trail mix in his pockets.
It was going to be a long walk back to the trailhead...
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As a Photography Student, my Professor told me I needed to understand the other side of the camera as a model...
I just didn't realize he meant as a "nude" model!?!
I was so embarrassed as I stripped off in front of my classmates but I kept my hands strategically over my growing cock.
It wasn't until I turned around that I remembered the wall of windows that looked out into the rest of the city and saw the Office Workers gathering around their own windows to watch that I realized just how exposed I was...
This was going to be a long and embarrassing class... Especially once I started hearing the clicks of all my classmates' cameras....
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They had been having sexy time when her boyfriend had shown up unexpectedly. Luckily he had been able to sneak out and get to his truck, but he had left all his clothes in her house. Since they had stripped on the way to her bedroom.
His heart was racing. And the excitement was causing his dick to stay hard. He hadn't finished before the interruption.
Once he got home he was going to explode all over his own bedroom.
But he never got a chance. Because of his nervous yet excited state, he wasn't really paying attention and happened to run through a stop sign right in front of a Police Officer!!
Minutes later, he was led handcuffed and naked to the Officer's car and brought down to the station.
The Police Officers all had a laugh at the poor guy's naked expense and thought it was even funnier when a News Crew had shown up to do a "Feel-Good" Report on the station and happened to catch the naked boy in all his hard glory!!!!
The boy could only stare into the camera as the realization of him naked on camera hit..... and that's when his pent up orgasm finally exploded!!
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All he had seen was the sign for a "Free Massage" while walking through the festival. He had been feeling sore for the past few days and thought a massage was just the thing he needed.
But when the Masseur had still asked him to disrobe in the middle of the crowded area he was a little taken aback.
But the Masseur was persuasive and had guided him towards a privacy screen where he could disrobe and wrap a towel around himself.
Imagine his embarrassment when the towel was removed completely while he was lying in full view of all the Festival Goers a few minutes later!?!
And his embarrassment would only grow with every inch that his dick grew. Which everyone would see once he was asked to turn over...
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New college friends get a show
My junior year in college, I went for a study abroad program in Australia. This was a big step for me. I was a naïve farm boy from rural Pennsylvania. I had never been on an airplane before. My mom is afraid of heights; my dad is afraid of water. That combination meant that any family vacations were limited to short jaunts in the car.
My social development was a bit hindered by my upbringing. Growing up, my mom's best friend had been a duck. I, myself, wasn't quite that sheltered, but I still had missed out on many of the social opportunities of my peers. My mom was a neat freak, and thus never let me invite any friends over.
So, going to Australia was my first opportunity to escape the (over)protective wings of my mother. Maybe 10,000 miles was overkill -- but I had gone as far away from home as possible. The "you must be home by 9pm on weekends" and other assorted rules imposed by my mother would no longer apply.
Although I was now free of my familial restrictions, I was still a shy guy. I hadn't yet learned how to be comfortable in social settings with other people. For the most part, my Australian experience consisted of going to class, going to the beach (by myself), and teaching myself how to cook.
One thing I learned through my Lonely Planet Guide was that there was a nearby nude beach in Swanbourne. It was just a bus ride, followed by a short train ride, away. It became my escape. The farm boy in me loved nature. The introvert in me was uncomfortable among people. But, I could venture off to the beach by myself. The beach was never really that crowded, and I could set myself up on a towel and enjoy some solitude, either reading a book, watching the waves, or just taking a nap.
I really didn't make that many friends at university. A few times, people invited me out, but the shy guy in me said "no" even though I didn't have any plans.
Many of my classes were quite large; i.e. 200 students in a big theatre-type classroom. It was easy to blend into the crowd and go un-noticed. However, one of my classes (cross-cultural psychology) had just 15 students in it. It was a late afternoon class, and thus was probably half comprised of "non-traditional" students at the university, which did cater to a large commuter population (as opposed to residents like me).
In the class, we would often arrange our chairs in a circle and have group discussions. In my other lectures, I could safely avoid being called upon. But, in a class of just 15, you really couldn't hide. So, this was really the first opportunity that a small segment of my classmates had an opportunity to get to know me, as I presented my ideas in class.
Following one of the classes, two guys asked me if I wanted to go grab a drink. My brain was thinking "no", but for once, the inner introvert was overruled. I guess it was helped that these guys seemed "normal" in class, and so I conceded.
They took me to a bar in Freemantle. With a few drinks, the conversation began to flow a little more easily. It was obvious (from my accent) that I was an American, and they asked the typical questions about where I was from, how I liked Australia, etc. One commented on my tan and cautioned me about the hole in the ozone above Australia. I acknowledged that I was aware of the hole, but I just loved the beach too much. The other asked me what beach was my favorite. I replied, "Cottesloe."
"Oh, are you sure it isn't Swanbourne?" the other asked me.
"No, I don't go there," I said, blushing.
"Are you sure?" asked the other.
I don't know why they were pestering me with such questions. I was embarrassed to admit I went to a nude beach. I pretended that I had never been. However, for some reason, I sensed they knew otherwise. Maybe they were scholars of psychology and I was not a good liar? But, then I started questioning myself -- maybe they had seen me at the nude beach? Was that possible? I had no recollection of ever seeing them there.
It's probably no surprise, I was still a virgin at this point in my life. In fact, I really hadn't even contemplated my sexuality. I assumed I was straight. I had no experience to back up that assumption. I also had no experience in identifying if others were gay. Well, basically, I thought all gay men were like Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.
Yet, something about these two men from my psychology class made me start questioning. I ran through various scenarios in my head, and I concluded that these two men were boyfriends.
I really can't explain how the thoughts in my brain evolved. I was confused by the interest of these two men. Was it just the Australian friendliness, and I was reading way too much into it? No one had ever really gone out of their way to befriend me before, and while I was confused, I was also becoming aware that I liked the attention.
Sometime before the next class, I concocted a "scheme". Granted, it wasn't all that well thought out of a scheme. It was a chess game, and I was only thinking of my next move. That afternoon, I put on a scooped tank top. It was my favorite tank top. It was probably more appropriate for the gym than for a class, but then again, everything in Australia was so relaxed (many students even went barefoot to class). The deep arm scoops in the side of the tank top gave good visibility to the sides of my pecs when I raised my arms. And, although I was no muscle god, years of working on the family farm had given me a lean body that, admittedly, I enjoyed looking at naked in the mirror.
I also wore my favorite pair of umbro shorts. Designed to allow unrestricted movement while sprinting during a soccer game, the umbros had considerably wider leg openings than most shorts. I had modeled these shorts in front of a mirror many times before. I knew that, when positioned just so, it was easy to see up the leg holes of these shorts.
So, for that next class, I deliberately selected a seat in the circle sitting directly opposite my two new friends (they always sat side-by-side in class). The classroom was just a circle of desks/chairs, with nothing in the middle. I knew that the two guys would have the ability to take an unrestricted view up my shorts. But would they even look?
I can't even recall what that lecture was about. I was focused on my 'tease' of the two guys. I didn't feel threatened by them. I knew they were boyfriends, and thus they weren't seeking something sexual with me. But, if they liked to look, I was going to let them take a peek.
My suspicions were rather quickly confirmed. I would look over to either my left or right when another student was speaking, and when I returned my vision straight ahead, I would notice the two guys quickly looking away from me.
We went out to drink after the class and several that followed. These guys were becoming my first two friends. A couple times we went to bars, and I learned of the Australian custom of "shouting". Basically, if it was someone's birthday, they bought the entire bar a round. It was a nice surprise of getting a free drink and not even knowing the person.
However, my 21st birthday was approaching, and I was nervous. I was finally coming out of my shell. You only have one 21st birthday, right? But, I knew that I couldn't afford to buy a round of drinks for an entire bar. So, I was contemplating staying in on my birthday.
Ryan and Paul knew my birthday was coming up, and at first did not understand my apprehension about going out on my birthday. "Don't worry. It's custom -- but you don't *have* to do it," Ryan explained.
"Oh," I said, feeling quite relieved.
They arranged to pick me up on Friday night and take me out. Rather than the typical sports bar where we went and watched footy (or rugby), they said they had a different place in mind.
The first thing that struck me when we walked into this place called Connections was the drag queens. I asked Paul, "Is this a gay bar?"
"Yes, it's a gay bar. But, in Australia, it's not like America. Both straights and gays go to the gay bars. Straight people come here because they love the drag shows," Ryan replied.
Still, as I looked around, this bar seemed to be about 85% men. And some of the women -- I wasn't entirely sure they were women.
Perhaps I hadn't thought far enough ahead in this chess game. I had assumed that Ryan and Paul just had "friendly interests" in me. Why did they bring me to a gay bar?
So, we walk up to the bar. Ryan greets the bartender, who appears to know him. "Guess what, it's our mate, James's birthday," Ryan says.
"Oh, so a round on you, eh?" the bartender says, looking directly at me.
"No, no. I can't," I say, turning to my two friends.
"But, you have to. It's your birthday," says the bartender.
"I can't," I reply, beginning to think how miserable my 21st birthday was becoming.
Ryan turns to the bartender and says, "I guess we have to invoke the exception alternative for James."
"Alternative exception?" I ask.
"On your birthday," the bartender says, "you have one of two options. Either you shout a round for the bar -- or you strip to your birthday suit!"
"Wait -- what?" I stammer.
Ryan replies, "Yes, those are the two options."
"Oh shit!" I think to myself. I look around the bar. There's probably 150 to 200 people. But fortunately, I don't know any of these people...well, except for Ryan and Paul. I didn't have anywhere near enough cash on me to buy a round for the whole bar. It was apparent I had no other choice.
I took off my shirt.
"Wait," the bartender said, "You're stripping?"
"Yes," I replied meekly.
The bartender then turned around and reached up and rang a bell. "Birthday boy in the house!" he screams.
Oh man, this was way more attention than I had expected. Now it seemed like all 200 people were looking at me. Although, I guess at first, they were scanning the bar trying to figure out whose birthday it was. But, I presume that became apparent as I started taking off my shirt.
"Take it off. Take if off!" a few guys started chanting from a nearby table.
I can't say that I gave a seductive strip show by any means. Instead, it was really more of a 'get this done as fast as possible'. I unbuttoned my shorts, and pushed my shorts and underwear down. I was wearing flip-flops, and thus it was rather easy to step out of my shorts and underwear. I put my clothes on the barstool next to me.
I noticed Paul pick up my clothes and hand them over the bar to the bartender. For my safekeeping, I presumed, so that no one would steal them.
Not even Ryan's giving Paul a high-five made me realize that in fact, *they* were stealing them.
So, at that point, my hopes for my 21st birthday became 'sit at this bar, with my back to everyone, and drink until it's over.'
However, Ryan and Paul would have none of that. First, they insisted we play a game of darts. I couldn't help but feel that the patrons at the bar were taking more than the typical level of interest in an 'USA vs Australia' game of bar darts.
Then, they insisted we should dance. At first, it was line dancing, and I managed to hide near the middle of the floor. For some reason, though, the 1 or 2 lines of people in front of me would seem to fall apart as the song continued, and I found myself in the front line as we 'boot scootin' boogied' on the dance floor.
Ryan asked me what my favorite song was, and I replied, "It's Not Right, it's OK" (Whitney Houston).
Ryan went to the DJ and made a request. Next thing I know, "my" song is playing. Paul points to a box (a stage/platform) and tells me to hop up. "No, no. I can't," I protest. But, Ryan and Paul each grab me under one armpit and hoist me onto the stage. I can't help it; it's my favorite song. I danced.
For some reason, whoever was the lighting/stage manner at the club, instead of rotating the light around the dance floor like I had usually seen done, was instead shining the light directly at my box. It was kinda blinding, to be honest.
Then the unexpected happened. Well, I guess it shouldn't have been too unexpected. When I used to dance alone, by myself, naked in front of the mirror at home, as I would sway from side to side, my dick would become longer and longer, until it became hard.
Whitney was doing it to me again. The beat was too catchy. And I could tell that as my penis was flopping around, I had reached the 'point of no return'. As much as I was trying to mentally stop it, the floodgates had been released and inflation was a one-way proposition at this point. By the time the song ended, I was pointing nearly straight up (like 11pm on a compass dial).
I jumped off the stage, and Ryan and Paul caught me. Each one managed to catch an arm. At that moment, a young man walked up and asked if he could take a photo of the three of us. I started to say "N...", but Ryan had already said "Yes" to the guy. Paul was on my left; Ryan was on my right. The way I had landed, I had wound up with one hand on each of their shoulders. As I tried to move my hands to cover my privates, Ryan and Paul each gripped one of my arms pinning it to the back of their shoulders. "Oh my god," I thought to myself, "This stranger is taking a picture of me completely naked."
Then, Paul pulls his phone out of his left pocket and hands it to the stranger. "Can you take one with my phone, please?"
"No way!" I thought to myself. It was one thing if it were a stranger, but this is a person I know. These two guys -- my classmates -- are going to have photos of me completely naked. But, in a couple instants, it was over, and the phone was back in Paul's pocket.
I don't remember much more of that night. I know there were a few more times that guys walked up to me, or more often to Paul and Ryan, and asked them if they could take a picture of me. At that point, I had become numb to it. The alcohol had loosened me up a bit. "What, you've never seen an American dick?" I teased one guy as he stood taking photos of me.
When the night was finally over, I walked up to the bar and the bartender handed me my clothes. A young man sitting at the bar asked me, "In America, is it a tradition that a guy strips naked in a bar on his birthday?"
"No, not in America; it's not," I replied.
"Then why did you do it?" he asks me.
"Because it's a custom in Australia," I reply.
"No, it's not," the young man says.
And then I notice that Ryan, Paul, and the bartender have the biggest, shit-eating grin on their faces that I have ever seen in my life.
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They convinced the College Freshman that it was a silly game they liked to play. Strip off and on the count of three; drop the towel. Guy with the bigger dick moved forward to the next round.
The Freshman wanted so desperately to fit in and make friends that he agreed. Thinking his 6" member would at least get him through a few rounds.
Too bad for him that it was all just a prank to get him naked.
When the two guys had dropped their towels, the Freshman was the only one naked! Everyone laughed at the embarrassed boy. He tried to get away, but the bigger Seniors grabbed his arms and pulled them behind his back.
He was then paraded around in front of everyone so they could get a good look.
By the end of the night, the poor Freshman was embarrassed and rock hard. But also had got a lot of numbers. Maybe his college years wouldn't be so bad after all.
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The Intern had always been a little gullible. Falling for all the Office pranks. It started off small. Sending him on errands to the non-existent 3rd Floor Boardroom. Or hiding his stapler in interesting places.
But this prank was the best of them all. Everyone thought he was cute. They all wanted to see what was under his Business Attire.
So when he was convinced during the Annual Budget Meeting that he needed to provide a photocopy of his dick to comply with company policy everyone was thrilled.
It became an even better prank when he was discovered later. Butt naked, dick pressed against the machine by the visiting Board Members!!!!
The poor boy turned bright red and quickly got up to explain. But his rock hard dick caused a big distraction and the Board Members didn't hear a word he said. They just liked what they saw and decided to keep him in his new uniform!
Now there is always a Naked Intern serving the Office!
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He had just been able to afford his own apartment when the construction company he worked for had to reduce his hours due to the bad economy. His parents encouraged him to move back home to save money, but he really liked the freedom of living by himself, so he managed for a while by living sparingly and taking on odd jobs now and then. Still, it was a struggle, and he was on the brink of giving up when he saw the ad searching for nude models at an evening art class in the neighboring town. He had always been a bit shy, never using the showers at work or at the gym, but he really needed money, and in the end he decided to apply and he ended up getting the job. Since the art classes were out of town, and no one he knew was into art, he figured it was little chance anyone would find out about his night job. It all was a bit awkward at first, standing naked in front of all the strangers, but eventually he eased into it and was modelling several classes a week.
Then one night he had just disrobed and was being directed into pose by the teacher when he heard a familiar voice, “Well, haven’t you grown since I changed diapers on you!” Looking up, he saw his aunt and cousins standing in front of him. But before he had any chance to react, he was pushed into pose and the class started. It was the longest hour in his life, having to stand there with his female relatives looking at every inch of his naked body. And at the end of the class, his hopes of just dashing out was crushed when he was cornered by his aunt and cousins and awkwardly have a long conversation with them explaining his night job, while still stark naked.
He knew his cover was blown and when he got home later that night, he received a message from his mother. It started by saying he should have told her and his father about this, it was decent work and nothing to be ashamed off. But the worst part was the end of the message; “Talking to your aunt got me inspired, I always had a secret artistic dream. Your sister and I talked, and we have decided to try out a class next week. We’ll make sure it is one where you are the model. Aunt and I also talked about us all collaborating on a painting of you that we can give to your grandparents at their golden wedding next year. That will make them so happy,” the message read. The ironic part was that he only took on the modelling job so he could afford to keep his apartment and have his privacy.
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He had gotten carried away. He was so hyped up about his teams' win that he hadn't given it a second thought. He had scored the winning goal and was on such a high he wasn't thinking.
But giving away his entire uniform including his underwear was his biggest mistake.
Now he was stuck on the field butt naked surrounded by fans and News Reporters trying to ask him questions on Live TV!?!
His teammates only laughed at his embarrassment and even pulled his hands away from his dick to show the whole stadium his boner!!
He was the team VIP for a whole different reason now!
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His boyfriend had convinced him to go commando under his Christmas Snowman Onsie. It would be their little secret. Him walking around with just the one piece of clothing. It turned them both on. Their boners barely contained.
What they didn't count on was the aggressive dog. As they were walking through the park to their friend's Christmas party a dog got lose from its owner and made a beeline for couple.
The dog didn't care about Santa, but the man dressed up as a snowman was too much. It jumped right on top of him and started tearing at the costume.
The Owner ran up and started pulling the dog off. But it was too late, the snowman costume was stuck in the dog's teeth and it pulled away from his naked body.
The naked man jumped up and started inspecting his body for any scars or scratches. Unaware of his nude state. He kept turning around and showing off asking his boyfriend if he saw anything.
It wasn't until he noticed the laughter and horny look in his boyfriend's eyes that he realized he was now cock out in public!
"C'mon cutie, let's get you out of here," his boyfriend said. And led him by the now exposed "carrot" across the park and still to the party as the new entertainment.
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Officer, we can explain!
No need to explain boys. You were caught skateboarding naked through the park. In my book, that's Public Indecency. So I gotta take you in.
But, can we at least get our clothes first?
Nope, as evidence of your misdemeanor, I gotta take you in as is. Now hands behind your back. I don't have a squad car so we're gonna have to walk to the station. Don't worry, you can't get into anymore trouble.
But, but... you're gonna take us right by the skate park!! There's a festival going on there!
Should've thought about that before you stripped off your clothes. Time to show your "long" boards off to the public!
The blushing boys could only hang their heads in embarrassment as they were led away with their cocks dangling. But at least they had nothing to be ashamed of. Except maybe how hard their boners were by the time they passed the festival...
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Shaun only realized that he forgot to bring a spare set of clothes after finishing his workout. It's a good thing he took off his tank top before hitting the weights or he'd have nothing to wear that wasn't drenched in his own sweat. Pulling down his oversized muscle tank over his junk, he stepped out of the men's showers hoping that nobody would notice him. All he needed to do now was discreetly make his way to his car and drive home to get dressed. He was already by the exit when his gym bros called him over.
"Yo Shaun, come on over here! We're taking progress photos." The men were lined up in front of the mirror shirtless while flexing their biceps and chest for a few photos.
"Nah man, I can't, got somewhere to go." Shaun held his gym bag in front of his crotch just in case.
"It'll be quick." His bro grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him to the mirror. Without any other choice, he reluctantly posed with everybody else. His buddy was about to take the shot until someone butt in, "Come on Shaun, we've all got our shirts off for this. We can't see your progress if you've still got a tank top on. I saw you working out topless a while ago, so no need to be shy now!"
"No really, I can't --" He kept hesitating until finally one of his gym bros just ripped the tank top right off him revealing Shaun's naked body. He took some time to react giving everyone at the gym the chance to look at his cock. His face turned red as he tried to hide his junk and explain himself.
"I wasn't expecting you to be the exhibitionist type, but with a body like yours I don't blame you." His buddy gave his ass a little squeeze before patting him on the back. "If Shaun here is going all the way, then us bros got to stand by him. Come on boys, it's time to drop trou."
And one by one, the gym bros took off their shorts for an impromptu strip show. Everyone at the gym was cheering and wolf whistling while the gym bros flexed their muscles while completely naked.
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