Fit to be fucked

“Look better naked!“ proclaim the ads, books, and magazines. And why not? For while there are a number of people with specialized body tastes, most people find a fit figure to be especially appealing. It explains why so many women and men are visiting the gym each day, lifting weights, using cardio equipment, or both. It's certainly a large motivator in my own gym attendance, though not the only one.

Of course, not all of us have the genetic gifts or wherewithal to achieve the buff, sculpted body of competitive body builders, fitness models, and porn stars. Which probably just makes such people stand out all the more when we see them — and even more so when we see them naked.

Recently I've had the good fortune to befriend someone who has achieved more with his weightlifting than I ever will. Phillip not only has significant muscle mass but the kind of definition that makes the ripples in his massive shoulders and legs really stand out.

All of which makes him very nice to look at. But of course I find him attractive for other things as well — intimate things. Like the way he works my cock into insane arousal using only his mouth. Or the deep satisfaction I feel when I'm drilling that cock deep into his rock-hard muscular ass.

This month Phillip and I decided to give you a little peek into some of the fun we've been having in the past year. To get a look at his cock sucking skills and his beautifully buggerable butt, click on over to the Nakedism sexy time video theatre and watch the oral and anal pleasure we enjoy in Muscle Sex. And while you're at it, go ahead and pull on a favorite muscle of your own.

Twas the nude before Christmas

There are very few cities on this planet where one can wander aimlessly through the streets as naked as the day he was born. But if you ever long to experience that freedom and can't afford to visit those nudist-friendly towns, try a little strategic scheduling your naturist stroll: Christmas eve. In many Christan countries, it's the one night when everyone is off the streets and home with family. Those few lost souls who are out and about are liable to be adult men who don't much care if you're naked or not.

That was the situation I decided to try a couple of years ago, in the company of Nakedism's (fully clothed) photographer, Andrew Adam Caldwell. I dropped my shorts and threw off the rest of my clothes for a few photos.

But after being naked for a few minutes, I realized there really wasn't anyone around to care. So I walked directly into and around what would normally be a very busy intersection, as naked as could be, with not even shoes to protect my feet. Sure, it was chilly, but it was exhilarating to have the freedom to wander around major shopping areas, pedestrian malls, and prominent businesses — Macy's, Starbucks, and more — with only the clothes nature gave me.

As we continued this walkabout, we were approached by one apparently homeless man, who asked if we were doing an art project. He seemed unphased and even a little interested or amused at seeing a naked man in the middle of downtown Seattle. And who can blame him? It's not something you see every day.

But no need to leave this fully exposed scene to your imagination. Go directly to the Nakedism photography collection and browse the visual memoir Jingle Bell Cock. Then start planning how you can put the X in your own Xmas eve.

Porn starry night

Every one has heard of an LTR (long-term relationship). And most people know what it means to have an FB (fuck buddy). But not many people are lucky enough to have an LTFBR. Luckily, I do.

For the last five years I have had an ongoing, if highly infrequent, relationship with one of the hottest men ever to steam up the video screens of gay porn. Though he hasn't done porn in a long time, he remains a figure of desire for men and women alike.

As you might expect, the initial attraction to hooking up with a porn star was entirely prurient. And I'd be lying if I said the sex wasn't amazing, intense, and athletic. But as I have gotten to know him, I've learned to appreciate the many facets of the man that don't appear on a DVD — the sensitivities, the nonsexual talents, and inner ponderings of this enigmatic man.

But this is Nakedism, after all, not the Biography channel. This is where I open the pages of my diary to the steamy side of that friendship and let everyone else in. Curious? Go ahead. Browse on over to our library of true sex stories and read my latest memoir of the man I call X in the story The Porn Supremacy. And maybe it will prompt you to write down a few special memories of your own.

A Tom for us

Here in the Northern Hemisphere, autumn weather has definitely set in. Falling leaves and lower temperatures mean spending more time indoors and even (unfortunately) more clothing. But autumn and the coming winter do have one advantage: The cooler weather provides a perfect opportunity for snuggling up to another body for some extra warmth.

Enter Tom. This sexy hunk first appeared in the Nakedism video theater just one year ago this month. Tom and I shared a scorching hot encounter that we recorded for posterity and presented to Nakedism members under the title of Tom foolery.

Now Tom returns, this time with only slightly more clothing — which of course he gradually removes for your pleasure. It's waiting for you now in the Nakedism art gallery, in a collection we call Just a matter of Tom. Once you see this month's photo set, I think you'll agree that Tom is definitely not just a man for autumn but a man for all seasons. I wouldn't mind warming up to him all year around.

Up close and naked

Naked dares come in all shapes, sizes, and flavors. For example, one of my dare pals prefers never to be seen by anyone when he does a self-dare involving public nudity. On the other hand, self-dares done on webcam are explicitly intended to be seen by the viewing audience, although not necessarily by others.

Then there are dares that directly involve being seen. Like a dare to get naked in front of friends, or a dare to visit a nude beach, or experience the World Naked Bike Ride.

Recently I accepted a dare to get naked and jack off in a public place. I have accepted the same dare a number of times before, and have posted the results in Nakedism's Naked Dare cinema theater. But on this occasion, I took it a step further, not just risking being seen by a random stranger (if anyone), but openly masturbating in a restaurant in front of friends and customers.

To be fair, this was a bar and restaurant where I knew my behavior would not cause me to be kicked out or arrested. But it still took a certain amount of nerve to strip down and expose myself in such up front and personal way. Humiliating? Kinda. Hot? Definitely.

But you be the judge. Take a seat in the Naked Dare screening room, and check out the video we call Jack & Coke. Then decide how far you would go in front of friends and strangers in a public place.

A hard thing to axe

One of the many haunting images handed down to us from medieval times is that of the executioner. Though carrying out a legally adjudicated death sentence, the executioner is often depicted as wearing a hood designed to conceal his identity from those who might seek revenge.

A member of that grim profession who decapitated his client was sometimes called a headsman. Performing this task with a sword or an axe required a man of mighty strength. So it's not surprising that today hooded executioners are often depicted as stocky, muscle-bound mesomorphs. But as this month's photo set shows, a man with a long, lean body can also demonstrate some skill at wielding a tool of terror.

Of course, executioners weren't limited to beheading. The fabled hangman would impose the death penalty with a noose around the criminal's neck. Consequently, it only made sense to find an executioner who could show that he knew a thing or two about being hung.

So in this Halloween month of scary images and haunting costumes, turn your imagination loose as you check out the series we call The Sexecutioner, now on full display in the Nakedism galleries. Then prepare your tender throat for the onslaught of the sentence you so richly deserve.

Harvest the latest wallpapers from Nakedism

Autmn is offi­cially here, the time of year when nature's bounty (and perhaps a few naturists as well) are ripe and ready for the reaping. But why stop at harvesting the fruits of the field? Here at Nakedism, our digital depictions are likewise firm and fleshy and ready for a good plucking.

As in seasons past, the latest wallpapers for the fall of 2013 feature echoes of recent photo sets:

♦ The extra bare look of a totally shaved body is celebrated in this previously unpublished shot of a lone stroking session.

♦ From our recent look back at San Francisco's raunchy Dore Alley event, we present a full-sized look at one of the few places in the world where you can be naked and even hard in public.

♦ Recalling our first duo photo shoot with Kory Mitchell, we see sensuous sparks fly as Bucephalus and Kory connect before the camera for the first time in this never-before-seen image.

So grab a garden implement — or whatever favorite tool you have at hand — and make your way over to the Nakedism Wallpaper farm. Click the link for your preferred screen size, use your browser's file commands to save it to your system, and apply it as a desktop background.

Then sit back, unzip, and enjoy the bounty of your harvest.

Seattle's naked heaven

Years before the internationally famous World Naked Bike Ride movement captured attention with their global naked rides, a handful of brave naked souls mounted their bicycles and crashed the annual Solstice parade in Fremont, a neighborhood of Seattle, Washington, in the US. Beginning in the early 1990s, the bare few streaked by on their bikes, sometimes chased down and arrested by police.

Over the years, the number of naked cyclists grew, some of them sporting body paint. Gradually the community began to look forward to them and even began booing the police for their heavy-handed tactics. People started to see that the police response was causing more problems than it solved.

Today, riding a bike naked is the accepted traditional, if unofficial way the the Fremont Solstice parade starts. Administered by the Fremont Arts Council, the parade is intended as an arts event and most cyclists contribute their own artistry with creative body paint and occasional props.

Because it was moved to the afternoon on an exceptionally warm day, the 2013 parade may have seen more naked cyclists than ever. Although I have ridden naked in the parade myself a couple of times before, this year I also dropped in on the (huge!) outdoor body painting party and joined over 400 of my naked fellow citizens riding through the Ballard neighborhood and stopping for a photo opp at Ross park before joining still more naked cyclists at the parade's start. The number of naked people riding through town in broad daylight was simply staggering.

But the naked frolicking didn't end there. Again following tradition, the naked bikers conclude their ride at Seattle's Gasworks Park, where few seemed in any hurry to put on clothes. People wandered around the park stark naked for some time after the parade, enjoying the weather, one another's company, and the one day of the year where such a thing was possible.

So before summertime becomes a memory, Nakedism stops to celebrate the men and women who bared it all in the name of fun and art and public exposure with our largest photo gallery ever. Although it's but a sample of the beautifully bare people I and photographer Andrew Adam Caldwell saw that day, it may give you a sense of the naked paradise that Seattle's Solstice has become.

Even in this setting, of course, there are degrees of nakedness. Some people are so covered with dark or saturated colors of paint that they don't really look naked at all. So I couldn't help wondering what it might look like if I converted a few photos to black and white, in effect stripping off the colors of some riders. Check out those experiments below. Then head on over to our photos department for Body and Solstice, for a more realistic look at one of the country's largest displays of people going naked in public.

Miles from your clothes

Although still not a mainstream fetish, a lot of people are into nakedism—the erotic thrill of being naked in unusual situations. Thankfully, the Internet has brought many of us together, at least virtually. One such e-friend is E.G., a man whose naked dares and other exploits far outstrip my own (pun intended).

E.G., for example, is the one who dared me to take my trash out to the curb naked, with hand restraints, and with the trash bag bound to my balls! You can see video of this particular dare at our Naked Dares theatre. He was also the guiding force behind the daytime jockstrap yard dare and solo naked bike ride exploits, both on video.

But far more amazing are E.G.'s own exploits, some of which he has broadcast live on webcam. E.G. is the hot naked man you see depositing checks at an ATM in broad daylight in a movie he made for Nakedism.com called Naked Deposit. As if that weren't enough, he has even ridden a train naked, fortunately without being caught.

I have yet to attempt one of his most recent dares—and I may never have the nerve to do so. But E.G. never gives a dare he's not willing to do himself. And that dare was to walk at least one mile from your clothes.

Damn! Just being naked in public is scary enough. But to be so far from the security of any clothing to grab and put on at moment's notice—or longer—is a pretty thrilling idea.

Fortunately, E.G. not only completed the dare, but even went the extra mile (literally), traveling on foot, naked and unprotected, through long stretches of his community and returned safely to tell the tale.

E.G. recounts all the details in the Naked Mile, complete with a few photos he managed to get. Check it out now. And then ask yourself: How far would be willing to get from your clothes?

Right as rain

Here in waning summer days of August, it's easy to forget the more inclement hours of storm and gloom that hung over us in days gone by.

But we've all experienced them — the lonely rainy days, stuck inside when we'd rather be out doing something else — anything else. You try to find something useful to do, to work or read a book. But the itch won't go away.

Yes, it's cold out. It may even be cold inside. That's why you're all bundled up in your frumpiest winter wear. You even pulled on your long johns right after you rolled out of your nice warm bed and felt the chill of a cold floor hit your the soles of your feet.

Eventually you give in. Your hand roams down to the loins that relief. Off comes a layer of clothing. Then another, and another. The urge to pleasure yourself becomes overwhelming, burning away the cold of the weather in a growing surge of body heat and desire. You won't be satisfied until you're completely naked, blissfully, erotically naked and hard and satisfying your need.

And if you're like me, that need might even drive you to go outside, to bring together nature and nature's longings, spraying each other in a unifying act of climax.

Or at least that's how it felt. And as it happens, my camera was recording just such an afternoon at the request of a friend. And now I make it available to the members of Nakedism. To check it out, go to our main video theatre and click on the video Schwinging in the rain. But make sure you're naked when you do.

Blow and tell

There is something delightfully convenient about oral sex, at least for men. All you need are one or more willing partners and enough privacy to unzip and sip.

Of course, for my way of thinking, oral sex, like most recreational activities, is best done when one or both partners are nude. Even then, oral exchanges offer more spontaneity. You don't need lube or other preparations. Even condoms can be dispensed with, although of course this is not risk free.

So when porn star Buster Sly ("Sly" to his friends) joined me for a video and photo shoot last fall, it wasn't long before the oral action ensued. Sly opened my jeans and began blowing me even before photographer Andrew Adam Caldwell began shooting. And once we were naked, I had to get my chance at Sly's tempting member. I don't usually consider myself much of a cock sucker, but some cocks just demand to be sucked. And Sly's extra-large tube steak was just such a tasty delight.

Fortunately, Andrew captured much of the oral fun for posterity in general and you, dear subscriber, in particular. Don't believe me? Just choose the Photo Sets option on the Photos menu above and then check out the gallery I call Low blows. And see for yourself the blow-by-blow record of a delicious day.

Taking it to the street

As any nudist knows, being naked outdoors can be an refreshing and enlivening experience. But being naked at a nudist resort or nude beach is an entirely different matter than being naked in a public street — the place people walk and drive every day. Consequently there is an extra thrill, daring, and risk in walking down a public street naked, even if it is in the dead of night.

And nothing seems to call one more to get out into the street naked than a warm summer evening. On those occasions (far too rare where I live), I feel almost compelled to walk around my neighborhood in the buff, despite the risk. What could be more refreshing than feeling the night air on the skin, walking through a community in the most natural state?

It was during just such an evening last summer that I grabbed my camera and started strolling around my neighborhood. My self-imposed dare was to walk around an entire block naked. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one who understood the pleasures of going for a late night walk. Almost every time I turned the corner, I saw people either standing and chatting or heading right for me. Consequently, I had to double back a couple of times, and make numerous course corrections. In the end, I never made it around one single block, but I did walk the equivalent of six block lengths. So that would have to suffice.

When I was done, I felt sufficiently alone (and aroused) that I decided to end the evening with a public jackoff session — in the middle of an intersection no less. Fortunately, I completed that part of the dare with no further interruptions. But it was thrilling just the same.

If you want to see the video record of that evening, head on over to our Naked Dare Theatre now and check out Nude Kid on the Block. Then leave a comment below telling me about the time you walked outside naked!

Fair shakes

For many years now, I have annually attended at least one of San Francisco's leather-oriented street fairs, either Up Your Alley (also known as Dore Alley for its location) in July or the Folsom Street Fair in September. The events draw thousands of people from all over to see the leather-laden sights, carouse, show off, or simply revel in all things kinky.

In 2007, I was lucky enough to be there with good friend Andrew Adam Caldwell, who also happens to be Nakedism's photographer in residence. Consequently, I was able to return with an unusually great photographic record of one of my personal pleasures, namely, strolling naked among and flirting with welcoming men.

This month, I share many of those images with you in the Dore Alley gallery, found in Nakedism's Photosets collection. Whether you like leather, crave CMNM (clothed male, naked male), love exhibitionists, practice voyeurism, or just want to get a taste of what one of these fairs is like, I think you'll find something in this photoset for you. Please check it out.

Spruce up your desktop the Nakedism way

When was the last time you updated your desktop background? A month ago? A year ago? If you're like me, you have a wallpaper changer that swaps out that sexy photo every 10 minutes. But even then, your wallpaper app has a limited set to choose from. Isn't time you added a few new images to that steamy collection on your oh-so-hard drive?

Well this may just be your lucky day. Because waiting for you now in Nakedism's venerable Wallpaper room are three new images representing the artistic talents of photographers Andrew Adam Caldwell and Randal Fedje. And if artistic integrity isn't enough for your collection, remember that these images also offer the kind of complete male nudity that is that at the heart of the Nakedism experience.

Members can download these images lickety split: Just go to the aforementioned Wallpaper gallery and click the link that most closely corresponds to the size of your monitor resolution. Then use your browser's menus either to save the image to your hard disk or to apply it directly to your desktop background. Finally, sit back and admire your new look. Happy downloading.

Of thee I singlet

When I was coming out, one of my earliest sources of video erotica was not rented VHS tapes or dank porn theaters but the mainstream wrestling programs that aired on national television. Few sources of entertainment were more homoerotic than these muscular giants in minimal clothing grappling with and practically mounting one another on a stage for all to see.

As it turned out, my own sense of the erotic wasn't that far off the mainstream. Before long, it became pretty common to find videos of porn stars wrestling as a kind of foreplay to sex. Other similarly themed erotica omitted the sex but featured wrestlers who finished off their opponent by stripping off their minimal clothing, leaving them naked and spent in the ring.

And today of course there is no dearth of YouTube and similar videos of actual wrestling events highlighting full-on erections that can't be hidden by their form-fitting singlets.

Although I personally would like to see more sports performed in the nude (as the ancient Olympians did), there is something very sensual about some sports gear. Moreover, there is something erotic about the donning and removal of that or any article of clothing. If we can have games like strip poker, why not strip wrestling, basketball, golf, or more? Promoters should give some thought to this angle, methinks.

All of which is the stuff of fantasy, of course. And this month, I decided to explore that fantasy a bit with photographer and friend Andrew Adam Caldwell in a photo shoot I call Give it a wrestle, now on display in the Nakedism photo gallery. Check it out. Then wrestle off your own clothes and enjoy a sporting fantasy of your own.

Circadian rhythms

When do you like to have sex? Many men will answer "Any time!" But for some of us, nature, biorhythms, hormones, or something tend to nudge us to be in the mood more at certain times.

Consider the behavior of people on mobile cruising apps like Scruff or Grindr. I often log into these apps just to look at pictures or say hi to friends. But if I leave the app running when I fall asleep, I invariably get hit on or at least contacted by one or two people in the wee hours of the morning, long after I have passed into dreamland. Maybe those people are night owls anyway. Or maybe they just like their sex by moonlight.

Fortunately I'm not stuck in one particular time mode for my pleasuring. I've definitely had some hot sex late in the night after coming home from a night of barroom revelry with a friend. But generally speaking, I get more of my sexual energy in the morning or midday than I do after a long day (especially if that day has included a lot of work).

Consequently, it's especially nice when my schedule allows a friend to drop over in the early or middle part of the day. Not only do I have more sexual energy then, but I get the added pleasure of having more light to feast my eyes on the sexy body of the moment.

And when it comes to sexy bodies and daytime diddling, you can't do much better than my friend Jeff. Not long ago our schedules made it convenient for him to drop by in the middle of the day. It didn't take long for us to get naked and adventurous in my sunroom bed. We recorded that session for your pleasure in the video Midday mating, now showing in the Sexy time video theater.

Whether you like your playtime early or late, we hope you'll enjoy this video memoir of a lusty afternoon.

Clean as a whistle

Smooth or hairy? Which kind of body do you prefer? Some guys see a hairy physique as a sign of maturity and testosterone- laden manliness while viewing a smooth torso as the hallmark of twinks, the underdeveloped, the overly young, or even as an affectation.

On the other hand, there are those who like hair removal for its ability to reveal the muscularity, sinews, and definition of the manly form. Bodybuilders in particular are known to shave their entire bodies from the neck down for this very reason. Even many who like their furry chests still remove hair from other body parts, such as the back or shoulders, where it may not be considered fashionable.

Of course, many, if not most, of us have no choice in the matter. Nature either endowed us with fur or it didn't. In my own case, I have a respectable amount of hair on my arms and legs, but little on my torso. What little wiry hair does grow on my chest detracts from the definition I have worked hard at the gym to attain. So I reguarly whisk it off with a razor.

Then there is the whole question of manscaping. Again, some guys like pubic hair and some don't. But most would agree that a little bush trimming can show off more of a man's endowment. And rare is the man who doesn't want to be admired for that. I usually do a little crotch trim myself and a little cock shaving. But I've also tried waxing and the full naked groin now and then for variety.

That's about as far as I tend to go in the hair removal game. But one time, a few years ago, I decided to go all out. Not only did I shave off my beard (a rare occasion indeed), I even used razors and depilatories on every part of my body from the nose down. Fortunately, our resident photographer, Andrew Adam Caldwell was there to capture it in a photo set I call Smoothed Operator, now on display in the Nakedism photo gallery.

So check it out and decide what you like. Me, I like men at many levels of hairiness — as long as they are utterly, completely naked.

Faraway fun

As I have noted on multiple occasions, vacations are very often some of my most sex-drenched activities. This has nothing to do with a desire for "fresh meat," as some call it. On the contrary, on many of my vacations, I end up having erotic encounters with friends or fuck buddies I have known for some time.

But vacations do offer two things that daily life at home does not. First, unlike the workaday world we normally inhabit, vacations tend to be times of little stress, where the more playful instincts can flourish without distraction. Second, a good vacation provide extensive amount of free time, time that one would always prefer to fill with the most enjoyable affairs possible. And sex, whatever you may think of it, is one of the simplest, least expensive, and exhilarating diversions a man can find.

It was on just such a vacation weekend that I ended up having day after day of amazing encounters with new friends and old. I recall it fondly in the latest addition to our True Sex Stories department, in a memoir I call Wanton Weekend. I hope it inspires some fun memories — or weekends of your own.

Meat and greet

The first time I ever met the incomparably sexy Kory Mitchell was at a photo shoot conducted by friend and Nakedism photographer in residence, Andrew Adam Caldwell. Andrew invited me to join in the fun, and I'm glad he did!

The picture taking was already under way when I showed up. When I saw Andy's sexy model, it didn't take me long to get my clothes off. (I'm funny that way.) Before long, both Kory and I were naked and posing with an informal intimacy that just came naturally to both of us.

I couldn't keep my arms from encircling Kory's lean, muscular body, nor resist kissing his beautiful face. And of course, my hands found their way down to that massive schlong that makes Kory a horse among men. I could barely get my hands around it, and I will never get it all in my mouth (though I admit I have tried).

Kory's beauty, however, is not merely skin deep. He's a warm and friendly man of quiet charms, with a good sense of humor and a disarming humility. This may have been our first encounter, but it definitely was not our last. I've enjoyed many other meetings — and meatings — since then, both in front of the camera and otherwise.

I like to think some of that electricity found its way into Andrew's perceptive photography, featured this month in the Nakedism gallery. To see for yourself, head on over to the photo set we call First meatings. And don't forget to visit Kory's own site, Kory Mitchel XXX.

Try some new wallpapers for spring

April showers brings May flowers. Or so the saying goes. But here at Nakedism, April is bringing you something sexier. This month we debut three new wallpapers in the usual range of sizes to decorate your computer monitor.

The new backgrounds include a variety of themes, from brightly lit ancient Greek warriors in all their naked glory to public nudity to a leather couple getting in some oral pleasures under cover of darkness. It's a little something for every nakedist fantasy.

To get one of these images, just use the Photos menu to visit our Wallpaper Downloads department. Click the link for the size closest to your own monitor resolution to open the image in a new window. You can then use your browser's menus to save the image file to your computer. After saving, you can use a photo as a desktop background or wallpaper. Refer to the help system for your particular computer operating system for instructions.

New wallpaper files will be added in the future, so check back from time to time. The Wallpaper Downloads are only available to registered members.

Bare in the bathroom

Naked dares are often thought of as an outdoor sport. After all, what could be riskier than being outside the shelter of any building in a place where the public can come and go freely? The only problem with outdoor dares is that many of us live in places where winter weather makes being naked outdoors not only less risky (because fewer people are out in the cold), but less fun and even ill advised.

But of course the public at large still frequents many indoor places where nudity is traditionally out of place. The risk can be higher, but with cautious selection and planning, the daring nakedist can still thrill to experiencing unclothed adventure in an unexpected setting.

Such was the case with a dare I was asked to perform a few months ago, involving not just nudity, but full on masturbation in a public restroom. Admittedly, I took something of the easy way out, choosing a one-person bathroom rather than a large one with multiple stalls. But any act of naked masturbation is still not without its risk, even in a bar where I performed the dare. Because of liquor laws, many bars are extra careful to crack down on lewd behavior.

How did it turn out? See for yourself in our latest addition to Naked Dare Theatre, where you can see Restroom strip and stroke. Feel free to stroke along with!

The morning wood after

Photographers of the nude figure are often drawn to setting their models in ruined buildings, empty factories, abandoned warehouses, and the like. The reasons are pretty clear: Placing a naked person against such a backdrop confronts the viewer with a host of sharp contrasts — lifeless shapes versus breathing biology, angular edges versus soft curves, hard surfaces versus supple flesh, rough textures versus smooth skin; impenetrable steel versus vulnerable nakedness, and more.

But beyond the artistic, sensual, and visual impact, there is the fantasy of living out those contrasts: What if, for example, you awoke to a post apocalyptic world where you were the last soul alive? How would it feel to be walk among the ruins of humanity naked and exposed? What would it be like to stroll nude through streets and buildings in a world that previously required you to be covered up? And what if clothing wasn't even an option — how would it feel if all semblance of apparel had been swept away with the rest of humanity? Would you feel vulnerable or empowered? Afraid or aroused? Or maybe all of those at once?

This month's
photo set explores
the balls-out antithesis
of exposing naked flesh
to a hard-edged
world.

Those are some of the concepts and sensations I explored with photographer Andrew Adam Caldwell a few years ago in some of Seattle's older and more picturesque neighborhoods. All photos were shot outside, in public. But we managed to find a day and time that made us feel pretty alone in a mechanistic world of falling brick and aging mortar. I was cold, naked and vulnerable — but with a cock almost as hard as the surfaces we traversed.

Most of us can't explore such scenarios in real life. But this month's photo set, Apocalypse nude, might give you a sense of the balls-out antithesis of exposing naked flesh to a hard-edged world. Look for it now in the Nakedism photo galleries.

Blowing off steam

Sometimes you just gotta have it. You know what I mean. You're sitting at work. Or trying to listen to a friend. Or work out. Or anything, anything. But it's no use. You can't concentrate because you need some. You really, really need some now.

That's how it was for my friend J a few months ago. He had been trying to finish his work at the office, but he needed dick and he need it right away. What to do?

Fortunately, J doesn't live too far from me. Contacting me on instant messaging, J suggested maybe he could stop by after work. Never one to turn down a handsome friend or a good cocksucker, I said sure. Before long, J was knocking at my door.

Horny isn't the word for his mood. He was insane with lust, grabbing my cock and devouring it before I even had a chance to get hard. But J was plenty hard himself, and I couldn't resist a few licks and swallows on his own impressive meat.

But hey, don't take my word for it. I managed to grab a camera and capture the whole rapid romp as it was happening. So click, unzip, and enjoy a little Oral Turpitude, now playing in the Nakedism video theatre.

Portrait of the artist with an old man

A few years ago, I had the pleasure of meeting Randal Fedje, a talented young artist from Canada. As you can see from his Web site, Randal is talented in multiple media, including photography, painting, ceramics, and more.

I was lucky enough to spend some time with Randal when he visited the U.S. in 2008. Despite our age differences, there was some definite chemistry. In one of our free moments, we decided to try to capture some of that energy in a makeshift studio. Although the space imposed a number of serious limitations for any photographer, Randal did an amazing job of portraying the kind of magic that occasionally happens between an older man and younger beau. Maybe it's like John Galsworthy said: "Love has no age, no limit; and no death." Well, we can hope.

But you be the judge. The photos from that session are available now in the Nakedism photography department. The photo set called Daddy's Boy shows Randal not only to be a talented photographer, but a beautiful, sexy young man as well.

Luncheon meat

The Internet being the vast cornucopia of human blathering that it is makes it an ideal resource for those of us looking to push our own limits with various kinds of dares.

One Web site I surf now and then dared readers to get naked on the property of a restaurant and jack off. The post was made in the summertime, and the author seemed to have fast-food restaurants in mind where one could order in a swimsuit or other minimal clothing. He didn't require that the dare be done indoors, just on the property, but definitely not just in one's own car.

As luck would have it, I belonged to a club that was reserving a restaurant-bar for a private buffet luncheon. I guess it was good to know that there wouldn't be any children around, but that didn't make it entirely safe. It wasn't a nudist club or a sex club, and the last thing anyone expected to see was a naked guy — let alone a naked guy masturbating.

Technically, the dare could have been fulfilled in a restroom. But in the spirit of risk taking, I used one of the establishment's back dining rooms. Out of the way of most patrons, but still very accessible. In fact, the room had no wall separating it from the corridor. Anyone walking down the hall or using the bathroom across the hall would have immediately caught me in the act.

The low light made it difficult to get good video. But I managed to record it just the same.

How did it turn out? See for yourself in Buffet with cream sauce, featured now in our Naked Dares Theatre. Then comment here if you've ever done anything like that yourself.

Get a new look for a new year

Anew year has begun, and your desktop could use a little perking up. What better way than with some sexy or scenic backgrounds from our wallpaper dispensary?

The latest collection features a couple of adventures in public nudity — one solo in front of a power distribution station on a busy street, the other a gathering of naked activists for the World Naked Bike Ride. Both took place in broad daylight.

Still another image shows the very sexy Buster Sly and Bucephalus chatting bare-chested and with pants around the ankles. If you must put on clothes, that's about the only place to wear them.

To get a copy of these pictures, simply use your mouse to point to the Photos menu at the top of any page. From the drop-down menu, click on Wallpaper Downloads.

Once you’re at the Desktop Wallpaper page, click the link for the size you want to open it in a new browser tab or window. Then use your browser’s save feature to save the image file to your computer. After saving, you can use a photo as a desktop background or wallpaper. Refer to the help system for your particular computer operating system for instructions.

New wallpaper files will be added in the future, so check back from time to time. The Wallpaper Downloads are only available to registered members.