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.