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.