Your wish, my command

Most of us have seen a good looking man and wished we could see him naked. Some of us take it a step further, wishing we had the power to command the object of our lust to get naked immediately. Wouldn't it be great to make the hottest man in school or the office or the bar get naked on command? And once he's naked, force him to turn around, pose for you, walk here and there, stroke himself into a total erection — and maybe even do that in a public place. It could be a satisfying way to take him down a peg, for example, or just to enjoy the sight of his body or your power over it.

If you've ever had such fantasies, you might enjoy a few of the more willing broadcasters on Cam4 — such as me. I frequently enjoy taking requests from those in my chat page, within reason. Last summer I even let things go a bit beyond reason, taking the risky dares to walk out on my deck with a full boner in full view of any neighbors who might happen to be out on their balconies enjoying a warm summer evening. In that situation, one or more people could easily have been seen me and reported me for lewd behavior.

The sense of risk was hot, but so was the fantasy of being the naked slave to whoever might come online and make an exhibitionist demand. Because as arousing as exhibitionism can be, forced exhibitionism kicks things up a level, making it even hotter.

Fortunately for you, I captured a couple of those live shows as they happened. And in this week's update, you'll see the video, including the live comments, requests, demands, and dares that drove me to get naked, get aroused, and get off in the relatively public space of my terrace. Check it out: Dare to be bare is playing now in Nakedism's Video theatre.

The nakedism of Folsom

As we have been noting this month here at Nakedism, San Francisco's annual Folsom Street Fair provides opportunities for the nakedist mindset that is seldom rivaled. Here, many forms of naked enjoyment come together in one place: Nudism, the camaraderie of nonsexual group nudity; exhibitionism, exposing one's naked body to others; CMNM and CFNM, the tension of seeing or being a named male in front of clothed men and women; voyeurism, enjoying the naked or erotic displays of others; and more — all of which I collectively refer to as nakedism.

But for me, the recent 2011 Folsom in particular ratcheted up the erotic intensity of it all. It went far beyond my normal fair experience of flaunting nudity in public streets followed by sexuality in private clubs. Thanks to some very friendly gentlemen, I also experienced an exceptional amount of sexual contact in public places, culminating in my first public fuck ever.

To be sure, surreptitious sex in bars didn't start this year at Folsom. But it was my first time going this far, one more step in my evolving embrace of nakedism. My willingness to take that step was enabled by an important act of preparation: A couple of condoms stowed safely in one sock gave me the assurance that I could enjoy such an experience, even publicly, with reasonable safety.

Of course you, dear reader, can enjoy it all vicariously from a position of even greater safety and comfort. So whether you're reading on a tablet, a phone, a laptop system, or a desktop computer, sit back, relax, and read the full account of my naked and sexual indulgence, now in our True Tales department — a story I call Public Relations.

Rules of the road

As promised, this month Nakedism bring you a bonus gallery, another complete photo set documenting the 2011 Folsom Street Fair, the annual San Francisco leather and kink fest. Photographer Andrew Adam Caldwell was at my side, documenting the naked and the bold.

Officially and legally, San Francisco tolerates nudity in public anytime. The same, thankfully, is true of my home city of Seattle. But in both cases, lewd behavior or actions intended to shock or affront others is against the law. Consequently, you can walk down any street in the city naked as the day you were born — which I have done. Just don't try doing it with a boner.

Technically, the same laws and rules apply to the Folsom Street Fair. But there are key differences. Unlike an ordinary city street on an ordinary day, the fair grounds are blocked off and guarded by fair volunteers at every access point. This controls who can come and go from the area and makes it slightly less "public."

In addition, visitors are aware (or can be made aware at the entrance) that they are about to enter a very, very adult event. Consequently there is a greatly lowered chance that those in attendance will be shocked or affronted by anything they see.

The overall effect of these differences is apparent, not just to fair goers, but to anyone on the Internet looking for Folsom photos: Although both fair representatives and police in the area still advise people to behave themselves, the fact is that a certain amount of self-touching and arousal is not uncommon. And occasionally, as happened last September, some people go even further, tasting an exposed cock or even giving one a considerable amount of oral attention, just as long as no authorities catch sight of it.

Fortunately for you, dear reader, Andrew's camera caught sight of plenty. For a thorough cataloging of public nudity, public boners, and even some public play, visit our collection of Photo sets, and check out the most recent gallery, Sleazy street. It's the next best thing to being there.

Bend over, I'll drive

Folsom month continues here at Nakedism, with a recounting of my Friday evening before the fair. Although the Folsom Street Fair itself is only a single day (Sunday), the days leading up to it are hailed as "Leather Week," giving bars and other organizations a chance to sponsor various parties and promotional events. By the time of the weekend, the bars — especially the leather bars — are full of celebrants, many of them out-of-town visitors.

Like my last story, which recalls events at a Folsom a few years back, I chose to visit the notorious sex club, Blow Buddies. But unlike that evening, this time I found myself not quite so popular. For a little while, I wondered if I would find anyone I was attracted to that would be equally interested in getting acquainted with me. Fortunately, the testosterone tide eventually turned in my favor — in a big way.

To see what I mean, head over to the True Tales department and read this fresh recollection of hot wholesome fun I call Folsom's Friday fun.

Street of wet dreams

Photo by Randy Harrison

For those who have never been, the Folsom Street Fair is an expo quite apart from any you may have experienced. Imagine 5+ city blocks thronged with tens of thousands of people, all there to celebrate not just sexuality, but sex in all its kinkiest forms. So striking is this tradition that a few other cities have not only copied the concept, but even taken the name Folsom as well in an attempt to link themselves with the recognized brand that the fair has become. But they remain mere imitations of the original festival of flesh.

Among fair goers of course are nudists and exhibitionists like me who enjoy the ability to walk casually through a crowded street naked but for a pair of boots. And unlike a nudist gathering, the Folsom event tolerates, albeit unofficially, a degree of arousal and eroticism around that nudity.

This past September I had the rare chance to experience the fair with one of my best friends and Nakedism's resident photographer, Andrew Caldwell (pictured at left with camera in hand). Besides the enjoyment I got from his company, Nakedism members can this month, through his photos, tag along with us and experience my naked day in the City by the Bay.

In the first of what will eventually be two photo sets, you'll see some of the freaky sights and hot men that Folsom attracts. You'll also see how some fair goers were tempted to bend the rules when they encountered my naked self. And in this month's stories, I'll give you an insider's view of the kind of carousing I got into that weekend in San Francisco.

So what are you waiting for? Head over to our Photos department now, and drink in A Fair to Remember. I hope you find it even half as hot as it was for me to be there.