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♦ The extra bare look of a totally shaved body is celebrated in this previously unpublished shot of a lone stroking session.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