This series contains Gay Sex, Nudism, Exhibitionism, Bareback Sex, Double Penetration, CMNM, Gangbangs, Sex in Public, Fuck Machines and Toys. If material of this nature offends you or you are underage then you should not read this story.
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It had now been over 72 hours since we had worn a stitch of clothing. Actually, it had been that long since we didn’t own clothing. I personally hadn’t even thought about it. The reality is that this nude lifestyle seemed so natural. With everyone around us naked, we were comfortable in a permanent state of nudity. It was similar to back home, but now we were even going to a packed gym in the buff, the only place we resented since we had to dress for it in our everyday life. Things were great; however, we had been limited to staying at our resort, a clothing-optional beach, and restaurant, which had been great. But we did have lots of interesting places to explore in town.
Sebastian waved a small package at us while we were walking out of the gym, and we figured it must be our swimwear. He set the package below the desk, letting us know it was ready for us when we were ready to pick it up.
“It must be our swimwear,” Gus said.
I thought it looked like a document, since it wasn’t any bigger than a regular letter envelope. After our usual after-gym routine and shower, I ran back to the room to replace my plug with my vibrating dildo, since I couldn’t wear a Butt plug when going out. Then I met Gus at the front desk while he was picking up the package.
“Why don’t we just get dressed and walk around town a bit? Perhaps we can check out the sex shop,” Gus said.
I agreed.
Sebastian and Jack were there, and they were very curious, so we opened the package. Sure enough, it was our tiny mesh cock sock duo, one in black and the other in white. Even though the mesh was fully transparent, it did have a color that matched the string which wrapped around your shaft and balls.
Gus said the white matched my fair complexion more, while the black matched his darker skin. It would be better for us to use the suit that blended in more. Gus had fairly hairy legs with brown skin, and even though he kept his balls and pubic area completely shaved, his balls and cock were a bit darker than the rest of his body. He grabbed the black cock sock, with all eyes on him, spread his legs, wrapped it around his balls, slid his penis in, and carefully snapped the plastic clip above his shaft closed.
In his case, it was the perfect fit. He gyrated his hips, jumped up and down a bit, and made his best effort to make the cock sock fall off, but it stayed in place. Jack and Sebastian were rock hard, their eyes glued to Gus’s body the way he liked it.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“You guys are crazy,” was Jack’s exact response, while Sebastian said he thought it looked sexy. Taking advantage of the audience, Gus spread his legs and bent over, asking us to check if his balls were completely covered, which they were. Just as Gus thought, if you didn’t take the time to notice the suit, it looked as though he was naked.
Knowing I was a bit smaller than Gus in general, with all clothing, I went ahead and adjusted my suit, making the string a bit shorter. Then, just as Gus did, I easily wrapped it around my balls and dick and snapped the plastic clip. Being more modest, I didn’t bend over, but I did try shaking it off. Having all three men stare at me got me a bit hard, and we were all surprised to see my suit stretch to accommodate my semi.
Looking in the mirror in the lobby bar, I noticed how the white really disappeared with my skin tone and again was undetectable unless you stared at my crotch. The fit was right, and it felt super secure. I was not afraid to move or jump around. Then Jack asked me to walk across the lobby and back to give our swimwear one final test.
Still a bit hard, I walked out to the end, and when walking back toward the guys, I got bright red as they began whistling at me.
“It’s time for us to finally hit the town,” Gus said, and with that, we walked out of the resort’s main entrance and into the street. Being noon, the streets were at their busiest, and consulting our maps, we decided to head toward the main street, where two streets over, we would find the sex shop.
The area our resort was located in was a gay area with about another six gay or gay-friendly clothing-optional hotels and several gay places of interest, all within walking distance. The area immediately outside our property was gay, and if you continued a few blocks on the clothing-optional beach, you would see more hotels and resorts catering to nudist or clothing-optional guests. If you walked away from the beach a few blocks in, you would start seeing fewer hotels and more local areas.
As soon as we were out on the street, it felt as though every single person who was outside stared at us. Everyone who walked past looked at us with a confused look until they noticed our suits. It was a little exhilarating, feeling so exposed since everyone on the street was fully dressed in shorts and tank tops at the minimum. As we began getting closer to the main street, it was more local people doing their everyday jobs and wearing full-on clothing or uniforms. At this point, I got a little nervous and excited at the same time, being practically naked in public.
As soon as we hit the main street, there were cars and even more fully-dressed everyday people all staring at us. As soon as we crossed the street, a police officer on a quad hit his siren and pulled up in front of us while speaking on his police radio.
“Good morning, gentlemen,” he said. “I am sorry to disturb you, but from across the street and from behind, you appear to be fully naked, which, as you know, is against the law.”
“Good morning, officer. As you can see, we are wearing our swimsuits, which we understand are all that is required for us to wear,” I said.
“I have never seen swimsuits like that before. Nevertheless, you give the impression of being completely naked, which may be a problem. Would you mind wearing something else on top of your swimsuits or using a more traditional swimsuit?”
“I’m afraid that’s impossible; this is the only clothing we have with us, officer.”
“In that case, you guys are going to have to come with me,” he said.
“Where would we be going?” Gus asked.
“To see the chief of police,” the officer replied.
Having parked his quad, he said, “We can walk there; it’s only one building over.”
I was fully panicking, and to make matters worse, I had not considered the fact that I had never really been out for a long walk with a 12-inch dildo. It was beginning to shift around in my ass and stimulate my prostate, which was making me hard. I knew I was on the verge of pre-cumming.
Being a small town, we walked into a pretty big building that appeared to be multipurpose, serving as both a police station and some type of government office. Walking inside, there must have been about 50-75 fully dressed people: some civilians, some government office workers, and all of them doing everyday tasks. There were various windows, offices, and lines, with some people sitting in waiting areas holding paperwork.
Of course, all eyes were on us and we could hear people whispering. The police officer guided us to what appeared to be the small-town police station you see in movies, which was behind glass doors. He instructed us to wait, and since we were looking in the direction of the police station, we were literally standing naked from behind in front of the full audience in the building.
Gus, of course, was also a bit horned up. I saw him turn around to look at all the people who were seeing us naked. I knew he was having the experience of his life and fulfilling his fantasies. He winked at me and asked if I was okay.
“I’m okay,” I replied. “But walking with my dildo made it move so much it’s stimulating my prostate, and I’m getting turned on. I’m afraid I may start to orgasm.”
He told me to try not to move and assured me it would be over soon. As much as I was afraid of being arrested and getting in trouble, I was also a little bit excited. However, the dildo was really all that was currently on my mind.
The police officer and police chief quickly discussed the situation, and we could see him scanning our bodies through the glass doors. The officer then walked over to us, opened the doors, and guided us into the police station past about 10 officers and directly into the office of the police chief.
“Gentlemen, welcome. I am Police Chief Alvarez, and I’m sorry for interrupting your beach day. I assure you; you’ll be out of here in a minute.”
The police chief stood up and walked around his desk to meet us. “Those are some swimsuits you’ve got there,” he said with a big smile as he bent over and carefully looked at each of us.
Gus explained our suits met the minimum requirements by law, drawing attention to his balls and penis when explaining the part about the genitals being covered in fabric.
Gus then mentioned we were full-time nudists, and having to wear these suits was already a tremendous sacrifice for us. Therefore, we did not plan on being in town a lot or being in places that were not clothing-optional. We did, however, want to visit several places in town and were happy to cover up just to get from point A to point B.
The chief said he really appreciated our “tremendous sacrifice” sarcastically and understood it was a beach town known for its clothing-optional places. He appreciated us visiting.
“Thank you for telling me about your plans. Our concern is that, from five feet away and from behind, your swimsuits give the illusion that you are fully naked. Naturally, we don’t want any of our citizens or guests to think you are naked in areas where nudity is not allowed. You understand, gentlemen?”
“Yes, we do. Unfortunately, this is the only clothing available to us, as we got rid of what we used to travel here with. Quite frankly, this is the most clothing we’re willing to wear.” Gus explains.
The police chief nods. "I cannot require you to wear more, and I respect your lifestyle.”
“Can I ask you for a favor? If I could get a picture of you in your swimsuits, I can pass it around to my officers so they are aware and won’t bother you constantly. I can also use it to show it to any citizen who may not notice your swimsuit and file a complaint.”
“Absolutely, Officer,” we say.
He waves a cop over, who walks into the room with a large camera. Looking down, I see that Gus and I are both at full mast. By this time, the officer has taken a full-body picture of us, and then, getting close, he snaps a close-up. The Chief asks if we mind turning around.
I, of course, turn around. I see Gus has spread his legs shoulder-width apart and is bent completely over, touching the floor with the palms of his hands. I hear the camera snap.
“Would you mind bending over as well, sir?” Chief Alvarez asks.
Having no choice, I bend over, afraid that my dildo or excess cum might make the shot. I hear the camera flash.
“Thank you, gentlemen. That will be all. Do you need us to walk you out?”
“We’ll be fine,” I say.
Being fully hard this time, we cause a bigger commotion among the people in the building as we walk out. Getting back to the busy street, we are surrounded by fully dressed people who stare at our bodies, scanning from top to bottom and zeroing in on our erections. Every step I take, the dildo hits me in that deep sweet spot, and because of the erection, my prostate swells, sending me into a state of pleasure in public.
We make it back to our hotel’s street, then turn in the opposite direction, heading toward the sex shop. On this road, there are fewer people walking around, and we have about two blocks to go. With no one around and the sex shop in sight, I feel the dildo start vibrating inside me, while Gus’s finger pokes at my hole, pushing the vibrator deeper. My whole-body spasms, and I manage to unbuckle my swimsuit just in time to pull out my cockhead and start shooting into my hand. Moaning in pleasure, I quickly get back in my swimsuit after wiping as much cum as possible from my cockhead.
Looking around, I see nobody is watching, so I swallow my load.
We quickly walk into the sex shop.
