Public Nudity: How you ever or what have you seen

Wow, you're a real Good Samaritan.

So you took advantage of someone who was literally naked on the street for your own sexual jollies? You’re so classy, OP. Truly Christlike.

We. Call. Bullshit.

This was him, OP? Nice job.

Didn't read the whole thing but I had a boyfriend that was young and beautiful and was a freak he told me he would sometimes drive around with his dick out in his car and he went to a nude beach in Florida but left when he saw an old gross dude jerking off to him. True story I'm a chick.

*yawn*

OP, did you lend him the sleeveless plaid number he wore (briefly) in "Powerline"?

Okay sorry if you feel that way but he would also wear my lingerie and go on crazy kinky websites and I f***** him up the ass a bunch of times. And I am what you would say is a wasp. I definitely am. I did do meth with him a couple of times just a tiny amount but enough for us to both get over our Innovations. Something about this guy made me cross all of my barriers.

I remember Lou Cass strip dancing on the Robin Byrd show on NYC Public access tv. He was hot. Does anyone else remember that cheesy show....a real groundbreaker for its time. Bang that box.

[quote]How you ever

WTF does that mean OP?

I'm sure if you tune into Robyn Byrd tonight he'll be on. She hasn't done a new show in over 20 years, and the ones she shows are all mullets, big hair, plaid shirts with sleeves cut off, and Banarama.

Is Robyn Byrd still on? where?

She's live on Fire Island...

Anyone else have an interesting public nudity story???

During Mardi Gras circa 1980 or so,I was walking down Bourbon street drunker than an english lord,and look over at this recessed doorway and this hot to death country boy stud was fucking the shit out of a gorgeous black girl. I stopped,along with countless other people,and watched his gorgeous lightly haired muscled ass pump merrily away.As drunk as I was,I still clearly remember that studs ass,it was a thing of beauty.

And then OP woke up

I live in a big city in a high rise, my neighbor a floor down and two apartments over is constantly talking on his cell phone on his balcony nude, often playing with himself....quite a view. He just doesn't seem to care how many neighbors get a look at him. He has a nice body and cock, which is often rock hard from play, and when he turns around to head back into his apartment, it is so hot to see that stiff pole leading him in. His exhibitionism is very sexual and makes it hard to fall asleep sometimes. I have a lot of prudes in the building so I am waiting to hear from one of my neighbors that this is some type of infraction.

R17, that’s hot.

R7. That is him. I actually had a shirt like that one, don't know where it went. The answer is possibly, but more likely just a t-shirt was given. This guy was a street hustler in nature and I was nervous dealing with him.

OP's story and his character grosses me out

I lived in St Thomas for years. A very randy bartender once offered a bronzed god of a boat captain a night of free drinks...if he drank nude. I walk into this bar after my restaurant shift,, opened the door, and was met with this Adonis...quite an eyeful.

Same bartender another night...offered a great looking straight couple free drinks if they switched clothes. So right there, in front of God and country, they stripped naked and put on each others clothes.

that guy Lou Cass is a sociopath and probable Chrump-tard who can't utter a sentence without the adjective "badass" - he's retired from porn (he claims) and has butched up his act and now does part-time jobs (like construction) in small towns north of L.A. - a real jerk.

When I was stationed in San Diego in the late 80s, I lived in an apartment complex where the rear decks of 2 parallel blocks faced a central walkway. Despite the large number of hot young Marines and sailors in residence (which in those days included me), the only guy I ever saw nude was a fat guy in his fifties who used to sit naked on a deck chair on his balcony and smoke. He looked like a frizzy-haired, balding Gene Hackman and worked as a cook at a grill down the street. I talked to him once in the laundry room and he said he'd been a cook in the Merchant Marine. I never got a pervvy vibe off him, or a gay vibe either, though he sweated more than anyone I'd ever seen.

Another time, the couple opposite me got in a fight and she locked him out of the apartment buck naked but again, out of all the guys it could have been, he was lumpy and out of shape, with weirdly patchy body hair, childbearing hips and a three-inch pecker.

All the other public nudity I've seen has been either fat Germans on the beach, deeply unattractive hippies at the Seattle Solstice Parade or females of varying BMI.

Years ago, I was on a family vacation with my husband, mother, sister and niece. We were on Put-In-Bay, an island in Lake Erie off the coast of Ohio. We were passing through a public park, where a young guy was laying in the grass enjoying the sunshine. The problem was that his erection was very prominently protruding above the waistband of his shorts. We all saw it, except for my 10 year old niece, whose attention we managed to divert as we passed by.

On one of those pontoon river rafting trips down the Grand Canyon a tall cute German guy nonchalantly changed into dry clothes thus exposing a nice rump and thick long manhood. We had exchanged addresses by trip's end.

On the street in San Francisco on a daily basis, rarely anyone you'd want to see naked.

That’s your idea of “all-American?” Okay . . .

I sort of know him through mutual friends. He was friends with Tori Spelling at one point. As far as I know, he's still an aspiring actor in Hollywood

R12, Robin Byrd is still on.

Xmas eve 1972. 6th Avenue opposite Radio City. Gorgeous blond, hairy guy nude except for shredded jockey shorts (band was intact and the shorts were fashionably shredded a la Roman soldier). He was quite disoriented and pussyfooting around hesitatingly going down the subway steps. Always thought someone slipped him a Mickey Finn along with LSD. I, of course, did nothing to help him.

I've seen a couple of streakers. I saw many nude models (male and female) in art school. Used to see lots of partially nude people at Renaissance Faires. Early this year I saw a totally nude man out jogging in the middle of the day. I live in Northern California.

More than a few strangers have flashed their junk at me.

I love public nudity. one of the hottest things

There is a county park near where I live. There is a pavement trail which stretches 2 miles, alongside of the trail is a wooded area that has a lot of trees and brush. It is very hard to see past a few feet except in a few spots where it is more sparse. One morning I was walking and when I was passing one of the sparse sections I glanced over and saw what was a shadow of a man. It startled me so I slowed down and walked over to the edge to take a better look and there was a tall black man, muscular, mid 30s, who was totally nude. He had shoes on only. He was holding something in his hand, which was a pair of running shorts, so he was purposely naked back there. The sight of this guy got me hard and I pushed my way through the bushes and followed him in this wooded area. When he saw me, he started to walk further back behind more trees. He did not put his shorts back on but stayed naked, which got me more excited. When I finally caught up with him (he slowed down) I didn't say anything and started to touch myself and waited for his reaction. He did not object, but we did not have sex. He seemed too scared for that. He allowed me to touch his body, while I jerked off. His dick got hard but he did not want it touched. He allowed me to touch him everywhere else. He never touched me (I was 32 and it good shape). I think he was excited about his public nudity and being "discovered naked", and probably bi-curious. Afterwards, I went back out of the woods and continued to walk on the pavement. A few minutes later I could see him from a distance emerge from the woods and he was fully dressed. He must have hid his shirt somewhere. Over the next 5 years I would see him in the same naked state and pleasured myself touching his sexy muscular body. 20-30 times in total I would guess. He had an amazing muscular ass, and as a top, I enjoyed touching it in different ways. He also liked when I rubbed his chest and played with his nipples. This guy always made a point of being in view when I walked by the spot where there was an opening of the brush. He could have easily stayed further back or behind a tree when I walked by, because he had to do that with other people passing by to avoid discovery. I guess he liked this one sided sexual encounter. Some other gay guy once told me he had heard about some police officer who would be seen nude in the park and I have to assume it was this guy. I never revealed how much enjoyment he gave to me. I moved to another state but will always have fond memories of this guy.

Camping in Key Largo with three college buddies. Got up one morning and in the lot next to us was a guy laying naked and spread eagle, sleeping away in the bright sunshine. His equally naked girlfriend was cuddled up to him, also asleep. It looked like they had arrived in the middle of the night, tried to erect their tent, but couldn't manage in the darkness. So instead they drank, screwed and passed out. We packed up and left, intentionally making a lot of noise, but they didn't wake up.

I've gotten completely naked in public parks in both NYC and LA and had sex. It is hot.

I had completely naked sex in a snow bank in Prospect Park Brooklyn. It wasn't much of a cruisy park and this wasn't the little part that occasionally saw action. This guy and I crossed each other jogging and just went at it like animals in heat.

When you are young you are strong and wild sensations like freezing snow and cold just make you hotter.

[quote]On the street in San Francisco on a daily basis, rarely anyone you'd want to see naked

That's kind of a given, R26.

I've seen plenty, but one that sticks in my mind was in some park in Berlin. It was a busy park on a sunny afternoon, with lots of people sitting on the grass. And right alongside the main path snaking through the park, this one woman was sunbathing naked with her legs wide open, exposing her hairy pussy to everyone walking along the path. I know it was Berlin, but it was just a bit odd.

San Francisco allowed public nudity until the old trolls took advantage of it.

I once went to a nice place in Ptown with a clothing optional pool. The only people who took their clothes off were the fat guys

I once hooked up with a guy and took him to a building I had access to. The thing about the ground floor of this building was: it had the kind of windows where you could see out but you couldn't see in. So we both got naked, had sex right in front of the windows while people walked by and no one could see us but we could see them, it was as if we were outside. It was hot!

Lou Cassidy isn’t aging well, although at least he’s not fat.

R43. Wow, He seems to have wasting face. Not aging well at all. So beautiful in his earlier days.

R34 your story sounds bizarre... a naked black man in the park woods? Sounds like soft core porn to me.

Springfield Missouri 1990 driving around with a friend and went to a park. We drove up on an older white lady giving a blowjob to a young black guy. Both butt naked. We shined our headlights on them and watched for a while. They gave not one shit.

Seattle's Summer Solstice naked bicyclists.

I was with a friend at a fairly large car repair shop. There was a car that had pulled in but was waiting for a mechanic to be free to take a look. The driver was out at the desk while his passenger remained in the car. The passenger looked at me and my friend, then pulled down his shorts and started jacking off a fairly substantial cock.

My friend was straight and I was still in the closet, so I did one of those things where I was trying desperately to look while also trying to pretend that I was completely oblivious to this guy jacking off and staring at us. So my friend and I stayed there chatting with each other while this guy kept on playing with that hard cock. Eventually, the driver was done with the conversation at the front desk and the passenger pulled his shorts back up.

Sadly, I'm pretty sure that the exhibitionist was more interested in my friend than me.

Love seeing a guy with a hard on in the gym locker room, because it is so inappropriate. Some guys can't control themselves.

I write for a living, so this may be too long and descriptive. But I wanted to rekindle every detail.

I belonged to an all-male gym back in the late seventies. It was a mecca for the local bodybuilders. The first-floor weight room was full of free weights and equipment. Up three stories in the building was a loft with a smaller selection of mostly older weights (some with dumbbells with heavy spheres at the ends, from the 1910s). It wasn’t air conditioned or heated, but it was nice if you wanted to work out without so many people around you.

There was a beautiful Sicilian man, a new immigrant, who had a gorgeous face and a sculpted muscular body, with jet black hair on his head and covering his chest. I talked to him often when we were in the large weight room at the same time. One day he left the room before his usual workout was over. I thought he was making a pitstop in the rest room, but he didn’t return.

It was a great Spring day when you could open the windows in the loft. I decided to work out up there. When I arrived at the small fire door window, my eyes darted right up to the loft. There was the Sicilian, rising from a flat bench. I didn’t open the door yet. He stood up and I saw he was completely naked. And erect. Members had freedom to walk around the gym because it was all-male, but I had never seen anyone work out naked or partake in any sexual activity in the building. He never got naked there before.

His crotch was more than I could hope for, an uncut cock with a decent length, a thick black bush which was one of the biggest I had ever seen, and walnut-like balls in a tight sack. Coupled with that beautiful face and hairy chest, he was a God. My hand instinctively grabbed my own equipment. I had always wanted to play with his thick nipples, but I could control myself at those moments. At this moment I couldn’t. I fondled myself as I looked through the window.

He walked to the railing facing the lower floor and bent at his waist to stretch his back. He stood back up and I jumped back from the window. I don’t know if he saw me. He stood there for a little while, full frontal to where I was standing. He turned around, I saw his tight hairy buttocks. He handled his cock a little bit to get hard again. Than he laid back down on the flat bench and pumped out at least ten more reps. That stiff cock bobbed up and down above his pubes. I had to leave. I stood in the stairwell while my shorts were filled.

I think he risked being banned from the gym. (I could have been banned for groping myself as blatantly.) He was so overt, but I never saw him do it again, and I didn’t bring it up in conversation with anyone. It was going to remain my secret. I didn’t want him to stop coming to the gym. I had to move to another city a couple of years later, so I couldn’t see him work out anymore. I don’t even remember his name. You’d think I would have.