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Leaving my friend and my dad behind weighed heavily on me. But as they had both said, I had been given an opportunity to improve my life, and this was my chance to take it.
While packing, I noticed I did not own any underwear, since I had probably stopped wearing underwear at age twelve. My wardrobe consisted of my dad’s old gym shorts that were about as old as I was. I loved them because they were short vintage running shorts, and some lightweight basketball shorts that showed off my legs and were not too heavy or tight on my skin. I probably owned about five of them, along with about three pairs of compression shorts, which had recently become my favorite because of all the looks I got. I owned a couple of tank tops and a few of my dad’s old t-shirts, which I had cut the sleeves off, allowing them to display my torso through the sides.
I guess the only money my dad had to spend on me was on socks and some good running shoes. Even though I went through a few pairs of pricey ones a year, he was saving so much money on not having to buy me clothes for nearly a decade. With my dad not having any family nearby that he was close to, we never attended any family functions, nor did we belong to a church group, so I did not really own any pants or formal attire.
I had gotten away with mostly gymwear at school and was required to wear a polo shirt uniform, which I got in size small to make sure it was too tight and showed off my muscles and exposed my midsection at the slightest movement. I did own a couple of pairs of jeans and sweatpants at the time, which I had donated to Jeremy the day I graduated.
My dad’s shorts looked like they were a stretch away from falling apart, which was another reason I found them so comfortable; however, they were all name-brand, which is why they had lasted this long. The gym in town was pretty relaxed about letting me work out barechested, since the clientele was about 90% male, so all my t-shirts were in a little better condition, although not by much.
I don’t know what my new gym was gonna be like, or my school and what dress code, if any, I would have to abide by. However, I packed what I had in a duffel bag and took an Uber to the airport in a short pair of black running shorts and a tank top. Lucky for me, I had grown up in a tropical climate, and the city I would be moving to had the same, so I was not going to have to upgrade much.
I was beginning to become pretty nervous about the whole move and started feeling a bit of an anxiety attack. This was completely unusual to me; however, I guess flying for the first time and the realization of being officially on my own was hitting me. Looking a bit uneasy must have raised some suspicions, since an officer asked me to step aside as I was making my way through security.
The tall guard asked me to raise my arms as he finished putting on some medical-looking gloves and then began to pat me down from the chest until he got to my shorts. At this point, he got down on one knee, asking me to spread my feet a little. He put his hands on my ass cheeks, patted me down, then went directly to my legs, and as he began moving upward, my dick was about two inches away from coming down from the right side of my shorts. He patted down my entire balls, dick, taint, and inner thighs before getting back up.
Heading towards the counter, he opened my bag and went through the entire thing, which was my clothes and chargers, since I had already removed my laptop and had put it on a separate tray. “Do you not own any underwear, sir?” he asked with a look which was a little bit hard to read what tone he meant it in.
“I prefer not to, but now that I am moving, I am considering getting some,” I answered earnestly.
“Thank you, you may go ahead,” he said, rushing me through as if he did not want to continue to hear my underwear dilemma.
I had done some research and had found my new city had a gay neighborhood, which was extremely exciting to me. Back home, we had one bar that unofficially had a gay night on Thursdays.
Even though I looked and acted very masculine, being gay was a very important part of my life, and I prefer to be surrounded by gay or bi people, which made the idea of a gay neighborhood extremely appealing to me.
Once the flight had taken off, I had splurged on Wi-Fi, and it was so much faster than my Wi-Fi back at home. I found a male-only hostel nearby. The pictures seemed nice. It was a shared room with 12 bunk beds accommodating 24 guests. They included a locker; they had open showers, a big kitchen with dining table, and a small office area. I emailed asking about availability for one person for one week, and within a few minutes, I had gotten a reply letting me know there was availability for me and they would go ahead and make the reservation for me.
School started in a week; however, I was required to attend an orientation on Wednesday and was also required to join in a couple of video conferences with my fellow students, where we would also receive information regarding the curriculum.
Having a place to stay for one week should allow me enough time to find a place, find a temporary gym for the week, and then eventually find a permanent gym, as well as get whatever I was gonna need for my school organized.
The last couple of weeks, Jeremy and I had gone on overdrive filming enough content for me to continue posting for at least a week; however, I figured I needed to take control and begin thinking of content opportunities. Being the only person sitting in my row, I went ahead and took off my shorts and snapped some shots of myself, naked on the plane. I figured I might also get some opportunities to film at the hostel.
With no luggage claim, I was out of the airport in no time at all, booked an Uber to my hostel, and checked in. I was given the option to buy a brand new lock for my locker or borrow one; then I was handed a piece of paper to sign. The receptionist explained the gist, which was to be respectful, no making noise after 10 p.m., the hostel was not responsible for lost or stolen items, and under any circumstance, there were no visitors allowed past the small reception area across from the reception desk.
I walked in, found my locker, put my stuff away, and found my bed. It looked comfortable enough. There was very little privacy, since it was mostly an open concept that included the sleeping space, small lounge with TV, office area, kitchen, and dining room with a huge table that fit about 12 people. The beds were close to each other and lined up around the room in a way that made every bed have a full view of every other bed. Even though not entirely its own room, there was a huge entryway to the open showers, which consisted of four shower-head towers, a vanity area off to one side, a big urinal, and a row full of toilet stalls. Even though the showers, bathrooms, and vanity were kind of in their own room, it was pretty much visible from the rest of the place.
Upon doing a quick scan of the room, there were a couple of people asleep, another two or three naked taking showers, and about six cooking and dining. The ones who were asleep were not covered, since the temperature was a little warm. It was the normal temperature which I was used to; it was clear there was no AC. However, it was perfectly fine; however, I understood why the guys who were asleep were not covered.
I was starving and had found a restaurant bar close in the gay neighborhood online, which was literally across the street. As soon as I entered, I couldn’t help but notice how handsome and fit the receptionist was. He was dressed in very short and tight shorts and in a tank top that looked like it was painted on. “Hi,” he greeted me warmly with a beautiful smile. “Are you here for a job interview?” he asked.
I was extremely confused. “No, why would you think that?”
“Our restaurant bar is famous for only having handsome, fit servers and hosts with very revealing uniforms. I have never seen anybody dressed like you. Your outfit is almost as revealing as my uniform is, so I figured you were coming here for an interview. I am sorry if that is not the case, although it’s a shame. With your looks, you would make a killing here.”
Feeling both flattered and a bit concerned, I followed him, and sure enough, there was so much eye candy I instantly felt my dick chub up a bit. My waiter was dressed just like the receptionist, was incredibly fit, and had a gorgeous smile. Not being super busy, my waiter would often sit at my table casually as if he was my friend and would spark up a conversation.
By the end of my meal, I had learned a lot about him, the place (including the schedule, which included entertainment on most nights), and he had learned mostly everything about me. He too had brought up the subject of my outfit, and I had explained I was most comfortable in the nude or at least wearing the least. This took him by surprise, and he seemed very interested in discussing this further, which we did. Then I sincerely asked him if I was underdressed, and he said he thought so; however, it was perfectly acceptable, and if this is what I was comfortable with, he was happy to see it. I told him this was probably one of my least revealing outfits, to which my waiter laughed and teasingly said he would be looking forward to seeing me again.
At around eight thirty p.m., I made it to my hostel, and there were a lot more people. Even though there were many more men lying in their beds and the kitchen was buzzing, it seemed like this was the busiest shower rush, with at least more than ten men taking showers. I was happy and comfortable seeing that they were all naked. I decided this would be the perfect opportunity to take a shower, so I headed for my locker, removed my clothes, grabbed my charger, flip flops, vanity bag, and locked the rest of my stuff. I walked naked towards the showers, and again, the water pressure and temperature were such an upgrade to my gym from back home, where I did most of my showering, as well as my own home. Between the great shower and how tired I was from the trip, I enjoyed a nice long one. I was also enjoying seeing how comfortable each guest seemed naked, until one guy came in a long bathing suit and a towel wrapped around him like a jacket.
He seemed very shy and managed to take a shower, although it did seem like it was a struggle, but I guess he did not want to be seen. After this, he proceeded to go inside a bathroom stall before coming out in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. OK, to each their own, I thought. I was checking out the guys a bit, and there was a beautiful man. He was hairy and had a great muscular body, pretty long beautiful black hair, and a little bit more than a five o’clock shadow look.
We were sharing the same shower-head tower, and we both kind of finished showering at the same time. Realizing I did not have a towel, I made my way towards the vanity area and decided I could use a blow dryer to blow myself dry. A minute later, the beautiful man I had been admiring came up behind me and handed me his towel. “If you don’t mind using my perfectly clean towel, you are welcome to it,” he said as he handed it over, and I took it.
“I just got into town, and I just checked in a couple of hours ago, and I guess a shower towel is going first on my list of items I need to get.” He stood there naked while we both brushed our teeth, and even though I had returned his towel, he just hung it on a hook by the showers. Most men, although very comfortable being naked in the communal showers, draped their towels around their waist straight away or would put on their shorts or underwear while brushing their teeth.
“Hi, I am Daniel. Nice to meet you,” he said, looking at me through the mirror.
“Derrick,” I replied with a smile.
We continued our small talk, and we eventually made our way to our beds, which were literally side by side. “Is this you?” Daniel asked.
“Yes,” I immediately replied with a playful grin.
“Well, I guess we are neighbors,” Daniel commented.
As more and more people made their way to their beds and ten p.m. approached, I noticed that all men wore at a minimum a pair of briefs to sleep in, or shorts, which were the most popular besides the pajama boy. Now that most of us were in bed, the temperature was hotter, and it was clear nobody used sheets or blankets to cover up. The only people who had remained naked to bed were Daniel and, of course, myself.
We hit it off immediately, and we really bonded. We talked about so many things, and I complimented him on his body and told him he sure knew where I could find a temporary gym I could go to tomorrow around here. He said he had found one a couple of blocks away and was headed there tomorrow at around 10 a.m. We agreed I would join him, and it seemed like we had a lot in common, although he was about five years older than me.
He knew I was here for a week, and he was here for one more week too. In his case, he was here trying to go to as many job interviews as possible, as he was looking to make the move to the city but could not afford it without a job. When ten p.m. finally hit, Daniel said he was not ready for bed and was having such a wonderful time with me and asked me to join him for a bottle of wine in a small private little rooftop area very few people know about upstairs.
I agreed, and we both got up. Then Daniel grabbed a pair of shorts he had stashed in his bed, and I instinctively grabbed his hand and said, “Aren’t we going to a private terrace in this male-only hostel? Why would you need those?”
Not willing to put up much of a fight, he dropped them, headed for his locker to retrieve the bottle and glasses, and guided me through this little corridor which led us to a small rooftop balcony.
“So what do you have against wearing clothes?” Daniel asked.
“Well, a lot, I suppose. I am a nudist exhibitionist, and since this is a male-only hostel, I do not plan on wearing a stitch of clothing while I am here this week. I will only be dressing for the gym and going out, of course,” I said naturally. “I could not help but notice you were the only naked one in bed, so I assumed you were a nudist like me,” I added.
“I am not a nudist, but I am very comfortable in my skin, and I read somewhere that sleeping naked is the most healthy for you, which is why I sleep naked. I have seen a couple of other guys who stayed only one night sleep naked, but besides them, it is usually just me. In other hostels, I would normally put on some underwear as an exception, but this hostel with the open showers puts everyone at ease, and it is very relaxed. The open showers make sure we all see each other naked, so sleeping naked is not such a big deal as it would be at another hostel,” Daniel explained.
After a couple of glasses of wine, we were having a great conversation. I had already told Daniel about starting school and moving here and my schedule; however, I had not mentioned what I did for a living. When he asked, I was not shy and opened up. He found the topic fascinating, and this is when we really got into my nudism and exhibitionism. I actually saw he was getting a bit hard. Something that was so natural for me was so exciting for this stranger who was comfortable being naked himself.
After I had answered all of his questions, I asked him if he wouldn’t mind filming me on this outdoor rooftop jerking off. He seemed to have no problem, although he said he could use a good jerking off himself. There was a bit of a sexual tension between us; however, it seemed more like a friendship than a romantic experience. Being older than me made me feel so comfortable; it was almost like he was taking on the role of Jeremy.
He was so great to look at, and I found him incredibly sexy. After a while of us jerking off, he asked if he thought my fans would mind if he joined in. “Are you kidding me? They would love it. Have you seen your sexy self in the mirror? Point the phone at us and get over here,” I said.
He quickly joined me, our bodies touching, and instinctively, I used my free hand to touch his balls while I jerked off. This was not intended and luckily was not taken as a sex move on my part; on the contrary, it seemed like we were both two friends who understood each other’s bodies and needs. He too reached for my abs, which he sensually rubbed, and by luck, we both came at the same time. We made out a little, and then I reached over, grabbed the phone, and asked Daniel to make sure to catch me from all angles walking around on this rooftop before ending the video.
We kissed again and agreed we would hit the gym at 10 a.m. I told him I preferred working out barechested, and he said he did not think that would be a problem. The gym was not officially male-only, but it was pretty much male-only, and being in the gay neighborhood, it would probably not be a problem. Sneaking into bed, we both passed out straight away—of course, not before hitting the urinal together.
Waking up, I was a bit confused. This was the first night I had not woken up in my own bed; however, I opened my eyes and saw Daniel’s perfect backside, and I instantly remembered I had moved and now I had a pretty good friend. His naked body instantly made me feel comfortable. Daniel joined me for breakfast naked, which was sweet of him, but then when he saw me putting on a short tan-colored compression short with no underwear in preparation for the gym, he was a bit concerned.
“You are literally naked. I can perfectly see the outline of your shaft, cockhead, and balls through these shorts, not to mention your ass. If I had not seen you naked already, the only thing I would not know about your body is the color of your dick and what your asshole looks like. But hey, if you are comfortable walking two blocks in this outfit and working out in it, who am I to judge?”
I did get a lot of stares as we walked to the gym, and upon arrival, the receptionist and owner said I had a beautiful body, I was welcome to use the gym barechested, and I was allowed to wear compression shorts; however, I would need to wear some type of underwear, since he could clearly see I was not wearing any, since the outline of my dick was so perfectly noticeable. He would make an exception for today, but if I was going to wear these types of compression shorts, I would need to wear a thong or jockstrap at the minimum to hide the outline of my cock a little.
Daniel and I became workout buddies and went through the same routine, getting to know each other a little bit more as we spent our time together. Being a more basic gym, there was no sauna or steam room; however, the locker room was full of naked men in another open shower setting, which I loved. I noticed how Daniel, just like me, stripped naked upon entering the locker room, and I was proud of him, not to mention he was a dream to look at.
The gym did provide towels, which we carried to the showers, and once we were back in the locker room, Daniel had the shock of his life when he saw me pull the exact same compression short, only this time in white, which I must admit was a bit more revealing.
Daniel, on the other hand, was in pretty sexy and tight gym shorts which hit him above the knee, as well as a beautiful tank top. I, on the other hand, refused to wear a shirt.
“OK, my friend, I think you are more naked now than when you are naked, so we need to head over to an underwear and bathing suit shop I know around here to get you some undergarment, or else you will not be allowed into the gym tomorrow if you keep on pulling out these sexy shorts,” Daniel spoke in a demanding but brotherly way I felt at ease with.
More eyes looking at me as we walked, and before we knew it, we went into a gay sexy underwear and bathing suit shop. The place was empty with the exception of the sales clerk, who was unable to hide his excitement when the both of us walked in. He could not keep his eyes away from our bodies and could not seem happier assisting us.
“How can I help you?” the attendant said with a huge smile.
“My friend here likes wearing these shorts, which do nothing to conceal his junk. We were almost denied entry to the gym, and the owner said if he was going to continue wearing these revealing shorts, he would need to get some type of undergarment to keep his junk in check. Do you think you have something?”
“Of course. Please go ahead and remove your shorts and hand them over to me so I can see what material they are made out of,” the clerk instructed.
Not that I had ever disobeyed an order to strip naked; however, I did have a look on my face that was wondering if this was safe.
“Don’t worry, we do not get a lot of customers with Amazon and Etsy shops; however, if you want, we can head on over to the dressing room area,” the clerk said.
Not wanting to cause a fuss, I removed my shorts and handed them over to him. He said they were very nice, and by the material, he knew why I was getting so much trouble from the gym owner. He recommended a jockstrap, which would solve my dick problems; however, he said the straps were very cumbersome, and the straps would probably be visible through the lightweight material. Another option was a string, and he had quite the variety of them. As he scanned my body, he said since I was on the bigger side, he had strings that accommodated longer penises.
Without me needing to speak, the clerk knew what I wanted.
“A string would control your junk so it’s not as visible through these shorts, and the rest of it would not be visible through your shorts. Another benefit is that it would leave your ass free for maximum exposure, which is perfectly permitted and, judging by how comfortable you are in your skin, probably what you are looking for. Another benefit is that we only need the fabric to pull your junk together, and some of these strings come in practically see-through mesh fabric, which means if you were to go to a pool party or wanted to wear them on their own, they would be practically undetectable.”
I could tell Daniel was both turned on and acting a bit annoyed by my demands to wear the minimum possible. However, he was there and was gonna make sure I didn’t leave the shop without the underwear I needed to hit the gym. He was a little annoyed but supportive.
The shop clerk brought out some strings for me to try on in order to get my correct dick size. He was not shy about touching and gauging the size, almost like a parent who touches your toe through your shoe when you are a kid trying on sneakers. When we found the perfect size, he recommended the white see-through mesh and suggested I get a couple of pairs. He told me they were easy to hand-wash and I should be very careful, since this is the thinnest string on the market, and even though it was very resistant, I should take good care of it to ensure it lasts me a while.
Daniel commented on how he could not believe I appeared to be more naked in these strings than being fully naked, again sounding a little annoyed while still being accommodating.
Since I was here, I told the clerk I would take two of the ultra mesh in white for my workouts; however, I would like another color, still in mesh but maybe not too see-through, in case I had to go swimming. Once I tried it on, it was just as revealing, although the mesh was not as see-through. Daniel at this point was clearly appalled but again stuck by me. While I was wearing this, a few more clients entered the store and had no qualms about staring me down. I had no problem taking off my new swimsuit, remaining naked while the clerk rang me up, and then finally putting on my white compression shorts without any of my newly bought underwear.
“OK, Daniel, are you ready for lunch? My treat,” I said.
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