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The Thermal Podcast
The Thermal - Episode #60

The Thermal Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 26, 2025 43:46


In this Episode of The Thermal, expedition flying at its best and a feature interview with pilot Chris Gill. Imagine crossing the Irish Sea, hoping to make the other coast and all you can see is ocean…that's exactly what Chris and his copilot did earlier this month, flying from Wales to Northern Ireland and back across the Irish Sea to Scotland.

Retro Titans - the Evercade podcast
Season 2 opener - Making Flea 2, developing the Lightbook project-mapped popup book, and making games accessible, with Ally Low

Retro Titans - the Evercade podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 7, 2025 45:06


In our second season of Retro Titans, we welcome back Ally Low, game designer and founder of Lowtek Games. Ally discusses the inspiration and challenges around making Flea 2, which returns to Evercade as well as Steam, NES, Dreamcast and Itch-IO. We also cover his new innovation, the Lightbook project-mapped popup book, and his work around making games dyslexic-friendly.  Season 2 will continue to cover Evercade extensively, but we'll also be looking beyond at other systems, so subscribe to get all the latest interviews with games designers, publishers, manufacturers and industry insiders.   

The CollabTalk Podcast
Episode 147 | Creating Your M365 Governance Framework

The CollabTalk Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 25, 2024 66:36


For this episode, I joined fellow MVPs Abdul Kazi (@abdulkazi) and Chris Gill (@cgill) as a guest on their Come Cloud With Us (@ComeCloudWithUs) livestream to share guidance on what it means to create a scalable governance framework for managing Microsoft 365. You can find more information on my guest on my blog at https://buckleyplanet.com/2024/10/collabtalk-podcast-episode-147-on-creating-a-m365-governance-framework/

The Guitar Knobs
388-Sleeper Guitars With Author Chris Gill

The Guitar Knobs

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 8, 2024 116:58


The Knobs are joined by return guest and author Chris Gill to discuss "sleeper guitars" — what they are, where to find them, and what to be mindful of before buying. Chris knows his stuff because he has written for the leading guitar magazines and other media for the last 30 years. And with Tony and all his guitar knowledge at the other end of the canoe, we are in good hands for this trip. Hosted by Todd Novak with Tony Dudzik #guitarpodcast #electricguitar #pedaleffects #pedalfx #theguitarknobs #guitarknobs #guitarinterview #guitaramplifier #guitarpickups #guitarsetup #fuzz #overdrive #reverb #distortion #guitartips  Visit us at theguitarknobs.com Support our show on Patreon.com/theguitarknobs

Thursday Breakfast
Pacific Islands Climate & Liberation Struggle, Save Public Housing Collective, Dr Chris Gill Part 2, International Overdose Awareness Day 2024.

Thursday Breakfast

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 4, 2024


Acknowledgement//Headlines//  Dr Marco de Jong - Pacific Historian & Lecturer at Auckland University Pacific Historian Dr Marco de Jong joins us to unpack last week's 53rd Pacific Islands Forum summit. We will be discussing climate change mitigation/adaptation concerns for Pacific Island nations, the imposition of western military strategic interests on regional priorities, and how this relates to the ongoing liberation struggle unfolding in Kanaky. Dr de Jong is a lecturer at the Auckland University of Technology Law School, and was raised in Tāmaki Makaurau with ties to Papa Puleia in Sāmoa where he holds the chiefly title Faumuinā. His work details the history of regional politics and environmental governance in the Pacific Islands with a particular focus on Indigenous knowledge, nature conservation, anti-nuclearism, and climate change. Find out more about the 2050 Strategy for the Blue Pacific Continent here.// Harry Millward - Renters and Housing Union Harry Millward, secretary of the Renters and Housing Union or RAHU interviews Clare Hanson from Save Public Housing Collective about her experiences of living in public housing. This interview was recorded and edited by Danielle Hassall with 3CR's Breadline program, a show by the Australian Unemployed Workers' Union. Catch Breadline on Mondays from 6-6:30PM on 3CR 855AM.// Dr Chris Gill - Professor of Chemistry at Vancouver Island UniversityDr Chris Gill, Professor of Chemistry has co-lead the the team that has created revolutionary drug checking technology through spray mass spectrometry used around the world, and originating in ''British Columbia,Canada.'' In Part 1 of this interview, we speak about the importance of small sample sizes in drug checking, the nuances of sensitivity, and what we here in Naarm/melbourne can learn from innovative drug checking technology and the management of opioid overdose crisises. In part 2 this week, we speak about translating this technology into supportive drug checking practices for the community, and check out Substance Drug Checking Service.// Dr Nico Clark - Clinical Director of First Step Dr Nico Clark is the inaugural Clinical Director of First Step, an addiction, mental health and legal services hub supporting over 1,800 people each year. He has worked in the field of addiction medicine for over 25 years, including 10 years with the World Health Organisation in the Substance Use Team, Medical Director of the North Richmond Medically Supervised Injecting Room (MSIR), and currently also Head of Addiction Medicine at the Royal Melbourne Hospital. He joins us in the studio to talk about what organisations and systems can do to help end overdose, and we reflect on International Overdose Awarness Day 24 which was 31st of Aug last week.//Important: Information on how to access PREP during shortage via pan.org.au8-14 September: mobilise to disrupt land forces. Find out more via disruptlandforces.orgInformation on CFMEU latest and events via vic.cfmeu.org/news

Thursday Breakfast
WA Aboriginal Public Housing Class Action, Attack on the CFMEU, Dr Chris Gill Part 1, FOE Nuclear Free Art Auction, A30 for West Papua

Thursday Breakfast

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 28, 2024


Acknowledgement of Country// Headlines// Slater and Gordon Class Actions Principal Lawyer Gemma Leigh-Dodds speaks about a recently-filed action on behalf of remote Aboriginal Western Australia Housing Authority tenants who have been forced to endure shockingly substandard public housing conditions. Find out more about the case here, and read about the Northern Territory High Court's decision from last year regarding the substandard provision of public housing in remote Aboriginal communities here.// Tom Orsag joined us to talk about the federal government's decision to put the CFMEU into forced administration, and the concerns this raises for organised labour in so-called Australia. Tom worked in the construction industry from 2004-2023, and is a retired member. Join the community solidarity meeting tonight at 46 Ireland Street, Docklands, to get involved in the fight against Labor's anti-union laws.// We hear part 1 of a conversation with Dr Chris Gill, Professor of Chemistry at Vancouver Island University, who co-led the team that has created revolutionary drug checking technology through spray mass spectrometry used around the world. In this segment, Dr Gill speaks about the importance of small sample sizes in drug checking, the nuances of sensitivity, and what we here in Naarm/melbourne can learn from innovative drug checking technology and the management of opioid overdose crises. Tune in for part 2 next week where we speak about translating innovative tech into supportive drug checking practices for the community, and check out Substance Drug Checking Service. // Sanne from Friends of the Earth's Nuclear Free Collective tells us about the upcoming annual Art Auction at Catalyst Social Centre raising funds to support the Collective's vital anti-nuclear campaigning. The event will start at 5PM, with music from 7:30 by Uncle Winiata Puru, and the live auction commencing at 8PM. Find out more about the event, including about how to bid remotely here. Learn about the broader Don't Nuke the Climate campaign for a clean, anti-nuclear energy transition here, and follow on TikTok, Instagram and Facebook.// Alexia from the A30 for West Papua Canberra crew joined us to speak about the globally coordinated wave of action in solidarity with West Papua scheduled for Friday August 30, and what it has been like to become politicised in support of West Papua as an Indonesian student in so-called Australia. Find out more about the campaign and associated actions by following A30 on Instagram, Facebook and Twitter.// Upcoming EventsVigil for Mano Yogalingham, 12:30PM Thursday 29 August, 808 Bourke Street, Docklands.//Hands Off the CFMEU: Community Solidarity Meeting, 6PM Thursday 29 August, 46 Ireland Street, West Melbourne.//Denial in a time of genocide, 6PM Thursday 29 August, Building 80 Level 4 Room 11, RMIT University, 445 Swanston Street, Melbourne.//Talking About Trees: Film Screening Fundraiser for Sudan, 4:30PM Friday 30 August,  David P. Derham theatre (GM15), Law Building, The University of Melbourne, 185 Pelham Street, Carlton.//Justice for Refugees: Permanent Visas Now, 5:30PM Friday 30 August, 808 Bourke Street, Docklands.//Friends of the Earth Nuclear-Free Art Auction: Make Art Not War, 5:00PM Saturday 31 August, Catalyst Social Centre, 146 Sydney Road, Coburg.// Image credit: Matt Hrkac, 2023. Support Matt's excellent frontline photojournalism here.//

Lacrosse Classified
Lax Class 300 - Gill / Suitor

Lacrosse Classified

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 14, 2024 86:56


#StayClassified with EP300 of the Lacrosse Classified podcast. The summer season is coming down the stretch. Playoffs are winding down and the championships are right around the corner. We have a ton to talk about, so lets begin Lax Class! In the 1st period presented by Power Shotcrete Group, we hand out our WLA Lax Class Report Cards and then give you our Rycor Construction Stand Out Players of the Week. 2nd period, it's our On Top Roofing interview. This week we catch up with the Offensive Coach for the BC Champs Jr Adanacs who will host the Minto Cup in Coquitlam. Chris Gill is back on Lax Class. In the 3rd we head east to check in with one of the coaches for the OJLL champion Northmen and one of Orangeville's finest, Andrew Suitor. We go to Overtime on EP 300 and in the bonus frame we give you our #LaxClassLock of the week presented by Cool Bet. Just because NLL season is over doesn't mean the fun stops. Did someone say playoffs? We try and put another winner together for the post season. Lets get that bread! All that and more comes at you every #Wednesday wherever you listen to your podcasts Go check out our new website home LacrosseCultureDaily.com Don't forget to subscribe, and give us a review! Make sure you follow @LaxClass on the X and @LacrosseClassified on IG to stay up to date with the show. Lacrosse Classified is brought to you buy our great partners in On Top Roofing, Rycor Construction, Power Shotcrete Group, Cool Bet Canada the Western Lacrosse Association and Associated Labels and Packaging #MakeItStandOut #StrengthYouCanTrust #Drilling #Concrete #StayCool #PlayWithConfidence #Roofing #Gutters #FairPrices #AssociatedWithYourBrand #FamilyOwned #TheFastestGameOnTwoFeet #TheLegendaryGame #Labels #Packages #Listen #Lacrosse #Podcast #Boxla #StayClassified

Essential Church
What Are Church Hoops? - Dechurched

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 21, 2024 35:22


Message from Chris Gill on July 7, 2024.

Essential Church
Why Is Church So Complicated? - Dechurched

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 21, 2024 29:24


Message from Chris Gill on July 14, 2024.

Essential Church
Mental Health Panel - Peace in the Chaos

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 26, 2024 37:26


Message from Chris Gill, Ron Jones, Katie Streeter and Ramsey Goshert on June 23, 2024.

Untapped Potential
Pivoting and Having the Courage to "Wing it" with Chris Gill

Untapped Potential

Play Episode Listen Later May 21, 2024 65:02


Chris has been involved in the sports industry for almost 15 years, including roles as a sports analyst at Sheffield United and Brighton & Hove Albion. Chris then pivoted in his career and started his own business, In-Play Sports. In-Play Sports is a company whose mission is to ensure analysts and coaches always have access to professional-level video analysis tools so they can break down performance with ease and deliver feedback efficiently. What You'll Learn: In this episode, we cover Chris's personal experience of some of the challenges he has faced as a practitioner, and how he overcame them. As well as diving deep into how he now helps practitioners across a variety of topics allowing them to thrive in their career. Particularly around pivoting, letting go of identity and carving out a path that supports a rounded life. If you've ever thought about pivoting, changing careers or working for yourself, you will get a lot from this conversation. Talking Points: Chris's challenges as a performance analyst The practitioner's rites of passage The loneliness of relocating for a job Masters degrees vs experience The importance of clarity on what you want Why Chris pivoted in his career The courage needed to pivot and the benefits to doing it If you enjoy this episode please leave a review on iTunes or Spotify platforms, and by doing this you will actively help in spreading this content to the practitioners that need it. Resources: Practitioner Needs Analysis Coaching Program: Read Full Details Practitioner Rites of Passage Chris's LinkedIn In-play Sports Chris's Website Chris's Youtube/Podcast

Essential Church
Growing Up With Training - Growing Up With Your Kids

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later May 7, 2024 34:27


Message from Chris Gill on May 5, 2024

Booked On Rock with Eric Senich
Alex Van Halen's Autobiography 'Brothers': A Discussion with Van Halen Authors Greg Renoff & Chris Gill [Episode 182]

Booked On Rock with Eric Senich

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 2, 2024 60:33


Since his brother Edward's passing on October 6th, 2020, Alex Van Halen has remained mostly silent. Aside from brief statements to commemorate his younger brother's birthday and his passing posted to social media, we have yet to see or hear Alex speak. Instead, he's decided to break his silence with his autobiography Brothers due out on October 22nd. I've asked two special guests to join the podcast to discuss Alex's upcoming book - Greg Renoff and Chris Gill. Greg Renoff is the author of the critically acclaimed books Van Halen Rising: How A Southern California Backyard Party Band Saved Heavy Metal from 2015 and Ted Templeman: A Platinum Producer's Life in Music from 2020. Along with Brad Tolinski, Chris Gill wrote the critically acclaimed 2021 book Eruption: Conversations with Eddie Van Halen. In this episode, we discuss Alex's upcoming book. What do they expect to read in the book? What do they hope to read? What will he have to say about his former bandmates David Lee Roth, Sammy Hagar, and Michael Anthony? We also speculate as to whether or not we'll ever see Alex Van Halen perform on stage again.Get On The Waiting List To Pre-Order Brothers At The Van Halen Store!Read Exclusive Description Of Brothers At The Van Halen News DeskEpisode PlaylistListen to Van Halen A Different Kind Of Truth from 2012 (not available on Spotify)---------- BookedOnRock.com The Booked On Rock YouTube Channel Follow The Booked On Rock with Eric Senich:FACEBOOKINSTAGRAMTIKTOKX Find Your Nearest Independent Bookstore Contact The Booked On Rock Podcast: thebookedonrockpodcast@gmail.com The Booked On Rock Music: “Whoosh” by Crowander / “Last Train North” & “No Mercy” by TrackTribe

Essential Church
Pre-decide Your Best Decision - Better Decisions, No Ragrets

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 19, 2024 39:33


Essential Church
Pre-decide Your Best Decision - Better Decisions, No Ragrets

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 11, 2024 39:33


Message from Chris Gill on February 11, 2024

SteamyStory
Leaving Town: Part 2

SteamyStory

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 7, 2024


Getting Policed & Propositioned.A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.So I was feeling euphoric as I continued on my way back to my family’s vacated house. This whole experience had been a fantasy of mine for a long time; that it was going so well in reality was giving me even more confidence.Car 9So, I didn’t hear the car pull in behind me. Not until the flash of blue lights and the peal of the siren, anyway!I jumped, and turned. I was on a quiet road, no other people or traffic; but a police cruiser had just pulled up to the curb right where I was walking!Had someone who had seen me walking around naked called the police? That was my first thought. It was, after all, something I had expected. My only plan for dealing with such as that had been to keep moving, and hope that by the time the cops were called and (if they decided to) responded, I would be somewhere else. But was that enough, or had my own hubris gotten the better of me and I’d underestimated the police ability to locate one naked dude somewhere in town? Or was this just a random patrol who had seen me out walking and done what any cop would do and investigate.I froze in panic, all my excitement undone in an instant. I knew I was breaking the law. Public nudity is illegal in my state. Yet here I was, stark naked on a public street, with no clothes nearby. I was potentially in real trouble.In a flash I considered my options. I’m a fit guy, and I briefly wondered about running. I wasn’t a million miles from the house now. But it wasn’t like I had access to the house any more, the keys were with the realtor. The only reason I was going back to the house was for me to put my clothes back on, get in my car and go. And could I really outrun a police cruiser? Or was it more likely that I’d just make more trouble for myself (or even; worst case scenario; end up in a car chase if the police assumed I was intoxicated and then saw me get behind the wheel)?I could pretend I was drunk, or high; or even that I was freaking out. But those weren’t sensible suggestions. Being drunk or high and naked in public would probably go down worse than being straight sober and nude; and if they thought I was crazy I might find myself getting a tazer to the balls; or even a gun pointed in my face. Even at best I’d probably end up in a hospital getting checked out when I needed to be on my way back to college.I decided that really, the only option I had was to co-operate with the cops and tell them the truth (well, a version of the truth; if at all possible I intended to leave out the part where I had masturbated publicly in front of people!).I turned and faced the cruiser. I had my hands by my sides, palms out; I didn’t want the cops to think I meant trouble.It was a lone officer driving, and he got out of the car. He was an older cop, about my dad’s age. I recognised him; I didn’t know his name but when you’ve been a teenager in a small town you get to know all the local cops, and they get to know you.“Are you alright there, son?” he asked me.I nodded. “Uh-huh, I’m fine officer.”He took a long look at me. “Where are your clothes, son?”“Um, I don’t have them with me.”“I can see that. Where are they?”I paused. "Back at my house.“"You been drinking?” He asked. “Smoked anything? Taken anything?”I shook my head. “No sir.” He looked sceptical, but appeared to take me at my word.“Then, son, do you mind telling me what you’re doing out here at this time of day in a public place without a stitch of clothing on you?”I chose my words carefully.“Well, officer,” I began, “it’s my last day in town. I’m moving away and I’m leaving tonight. And, well, I just got this idea in me that before I went I would do a little streak, just my way of seeing the town off. It seems real dumb now to say it to you but it just made me laugh at the time to think it, so I sorta dared myself to take my clothes off and run about a bit. You know, the way sometimes people do at football games and the like?”Well, it wasn’t a lie. I wasn’t sure if the sort of prolonged public nudity I had engaged in counted as ‘streaking’ exactly; but it came I think from the same motivation; that compulsion to exhibit oneself, to show my naked body to the world.The cop said nothing for a minute. I could tell he was turning my explanation over in his mind, looking to see if it held up. I had no idea if he was responding to a complaint; if he was, my story might unravel, especially if it showed I had been naked for about 90 minutes now and travelled quite far.“You know, son, that running around in public view in the altogether is against the law?”“I know, officer,” I replied, trying to sound suitably contrite. “I’m sorry for this. I meant no harm, I was just having a little fun before I leave town. But I should have thought about it more. I guess I’m in real trouble now, huh?”The cop looked thoughtful. “Well now,” he said after a while, “I wouldn’t say that.” He opened the door to his cruiser and made to lean inside, but stopped and turned back to me. “Cover yourself up a moment would you, son,” he advised. I cupped both hands over my cock and balls. I’d been very conscious of my nakedness during this whole conversation; the presence of the cop in his starchy uniform seemed to emphasise more my own nudity and vulnerability. Fortunately, my cock had stayed flaccid; I was too nervous to get aroused.Satisfied for the moment, the cop leaned back into his cruiser and picked up his radio. “Dispatch, this is car 9,” he hailed.After a moment the radio crackled back; “Dispatch. Go ahead car 9.”The cop paused, then spoke clearly. “Dispatch, has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?”The woman on the other end of the radio seemed thrown by this question. “Code 3 1 4, car 9?” she repeated.“Affirmative, dispatch. Has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?”“No, car 9,” the woman replied after a moment. “No call outs for code 3 1 4. Why?”“Just a conversation with a citizen, dispatch,” the cop replied. "Nothing to worry about. Car 9 out.“(I learned later that a 3 1 4 was the penal code for indecent exposure or public nudity, and if someone had called the cops about me, that would have been what would have gone out to the officer on call; although at the time it meant nothing to me).Cupped or CuffedThe cop turned back to me."Well son,” he said, “it seems like we’ve had no complaints about you. So it looks like the only law enforcement that knows you’re out here with your dingus in the wind is me."Now,” he continued, “I really should write you up with a citation, at least give you a ticket and give you a ride back home. But, you seem like a good kid. I know your folks, know of them anyway, and when you say you’re leaving town tonight I know that’s true. I think you’re a smart kid who decided to do something dumb on a goof and, well, it isn’t in me to punish you for that. How old are you, son? 18, 19?”“20,” I replied. He nodded.“I got a son around your age and he’s a smart kid too but he says and does the dumbest stuff sometimes. Not 'run around the street in your birthday suit’ dumb but still pretty dumb. I wouldn’t want to see him get into trouble for that and I doubt your daddy would want the same for you."Well,” he continued, “the way I see it is, if you can tell me you’re gonna turn around and head straight back home and put your goddamn pants back on, and you do just that, I’m willing to forget I ever saw you. Can you do that?”I nodded enthusiastically. "Of course officer. I was actually just heading-“He cut me off. "Just go, son. The longer you’re stood there with your balls out, the more likely it is someone will call it in and then I can’t ignore it.” Evidently, I learned later; there are some statutes which require a community complaint, in order to be prosecuted. Just as a cop's peace cannot be disturbed, A cop's morals cannot be outraged. The community has to initiate the complaint.I thanked him and set off in a sprint for home. I kept my hands cupped over my genitals until I was out of his sight, then I just jogged briskly, my cock swinging as I moved. I felt a great sense of relief; I’d got caught by a cop, the thing I had specifically not wanted to happen to me, and yet I’d got away with it. Had it been any other day or night I had tried this, I might well have ended up in a whole load of trouble, with the law and with my parents. But because it was my final night in town, it seemed like fate had cut me some slack and given me a cop who was willing to look the other way as long as nobody had come to any harm.Sunset DrivewayI was feeling excited again, thrilled once more by my own exposure. But I also felt a sense of sadness. I was almost back at the family home; I’d no intention of breaking my word to the cop and doing any further nude adventuring tonight. But once I got back to our old home, the fun would be over, and I’d be clothed again and on my way.I rounded the corner and headed along my old street. It was night now, and a lot of the houses were dark. There were a few lights on but I didn’t feel like I was at risk of getting into trouble here. I was nearly home anyway, and my clothes should be where I left them, on the floor by my car.Sure enough, as I walked up my driveway I could see them; crumpled jeans, boxers and a t-shirt. It had been over 2 hours since I’d last had any clothes on, and in that time I’d been seen by who knows how many people; all of them staring at my naked body and exposed cock. I’d masturbated, and ejaculated, in front of two complete strangers, shopped in a convenience store nude, and even brushed with the law and got away with it. Whatever exhibitionism I got up to in future, it would be hard to top this.As I got to the car I decided to postpone the disappointment. As it was now dark, I could probably get away with driving in the nude. As long as I kept my clothes close by, I would be able to go maybe even until my first stop for gas without dressing!Mrs. RobinsonI was walking around to where my clothes lay when I heard my name being called.“Chris?" came the shout. "Chris Gill?”I turned. Walking up the driveway towards me was a woman. I recognised her straight away. Her name was Laura. She was one of our neighbours; and the wife of a friend of my dad’s.I was busted. Ryan, Laura’s husband, was one of the people who would be keeping in touch with my parents, if only through Facebook. If she told her husband she’d caught me naked outside the house, word would get back to my mom and dad, and I’d have some awkward explaining to do. I could probably come up with an excuse to them that would cover it (as it was only in the driveway), but still, I’d have preferred not to have had to discuss it with them.“Um, hi Laura,” I said. My clothes were on the bottom step; I went to reach for them, then stopped.Laura was close now, lit by the outside light of the house, which was still on, its sensor triggered by her presence. Laura was younger than her husband by quite a few years; she was only in her late thirties, or at most forty. She was dressed, as she often was this time of night, in running gear; yoga pants and sneakers, a loose muscle vest with a sports bra top underneath it. The tight clothes hugged her athletic curves. Laura was always working out, running or exercising, and it paid off. She was flat stomached, with a rounded swing to her hips and small, but not over-small, breasts. Her face was tanned and youthful, only a few lines in the corner of her eyes. She took care of herself and never left the house without looking her best, and in my teens I had harboured more than a small crush on her. And she was currently smiling happily at me.“Chris Gill, you’re naked,” she exclaimed. “What are you doing out here naked?”“Uh, yeah,” I said, standing up. “I was just;  uh; ”“I saw you earlier,” she went on. “You went out, down the street, no clothes on you at all, just like now. Have you been naked this whole time?”I decided, once again, that honesty was the best policy. It’s hard to lie when you’ve got no clothes on!“Yeah,” I said, trying to appear casual about it.“What?” she said. “You’ve been running round the neighbourhood naked?”“Yeah,” I said. “Actually I went into town.”Her eyes widened. “Like that?” She looked me up and down. I became very aware of my gaze, and my cock, which had been flaccid, began to stir.I nodded.“And you didn’t get arrested?”“Nah. A cop saw me. He was cool though.”She shook her head. “I can’t believe it,” she said. “Why on earth would you do that?”“Well,” I shrugged. “It was my last night here. I wanted to make it memorable. And besides,” my cock was slowly rising now, “I just really like being naked in front of people.”She laughed warmly. “Why am I just learning this now?” she asked in mock exasperation. "Why when this is your last night here? I’d have had you mowing our lawn naked every time Ryan was out of town!“A dozen frustrated teenage Milf fantasies fizzed in my mind. From her tone and body language I could tell that, far from being shocked or embarrassed by my naked body, Laura was enjoying the experience of seeing me exposed. My cock sprang to full attention as we talked."Front lawn?” I joked. Laura laughed again.“It would give the neighbours something to talk about,” she said. “And something tells me you’d have been quite happy to do it.”She was doing the worst job of pretending she hadn’t noticed my erection; something which only served to increase my arousal as I noticed every downward glance she was making. I confirmed to her that, yes, I’d have been more than happy to go naked in public at her direction, and I began to describe some of my prior experiences with exhibitionism, which she reacted to with humour and enthusiasm.I was rock hard now. Almost without realising it, as we talked I reached down and took my cock in my hand. I gave myself a few lazy, slow strokes, a tingle of pleasure running through me.Laura looked down again, making no attempt to hide it this time. “Naughty boy,” she said with a smile.I made no reply, instead I slowly stroked my cock again.Laura pulled off her muscle vest, exposing her tanned, flat stomach. “Is that what you want to do?” she asked.I nodded. Laura hiked herself up, sitting on the hood of my car. She parted her legs, and I stepped into that V of space between them, under the spotlight of the security lamp, ready to perform.I stroked myself, long movements up and down my shaft. I stood legs apart, crotch thrust forward, stomach muscles tight. I took my time; I had come once already, not an hour before, so I knew I would last a lot longer this time. Laura would appreciate a decent show, I thought.She watched in silence, eyes wide. She was leaning back on the front hood of my car, biting her lip, a smile teasing on her face.I stroked myself for a few minutes, finding a rhythm. I made sure she could see everything.After a while, Laura shifted. As I watched and pleasured myself, she pushed her elasticated sports bra upwards, freeing her breasts beneath, exposing them. Her skin was the same tanned shade; clearly she didn’t wear a bikini to sunbathe; her small brown nipples puckered and hard. She rolled one between thumb and forefinger, letting out a little moan of pleasure. Her other hand slid into the waistband of her yoga pants and she began to touch herself.That was it for me, and I could hold back no longer. I crested the wave of my orgasm, my shaft pulsing. Cum squirted from the end; not the geyser I had shot forth earlier but still clearly visible in the light, dripping from my cock to spot on the asphalt between myself and the car on which Laura sat. I grunted and moaned as I came, as if to force every drop of cum from my balls, and Laura laughed delightedly.My orgasm finished, I slowed then ended my stroke. I stood for a moment, still hard, a bead of cum formed on my cock head. Laura withdrew her hand from her waistband almost embarrassedly. I bent to retrieve my boxers, making as if to wipe myself with them, but Laura stopped me. Leaning forward, she slipped the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth, licking me clean. My cock was still sensitive from my orgasm, and I gasped and shivered. Laura made an appreciative noise as she let my cock plop loose from her mouth.“I wanted to blow you,” she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. “But you’re such a kinky guy, I knew you’d be happier giving me a show.”“You didn’t like the show?” I asked.“Oh, I loved it,” she smiled. “But it means I’ll never get a chance to show you what I can do, too. Now now you’re going away.”“Well,” I said, “I can always come and visit; the next time Ryan’s out of town?”She laughed. “I just might take you up on that.”We said our goodbyes then. She grabbed me in a bare-chested hug before pulling her top down, pressing her bare breasts to my naked torso. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing, and squealing delightedly. “Seriously, call me,” she said, replacing her clothing, and she headed quickly back down the driveway and away, presumably before her husband wondered where she had gone to.After that, there was little left for me to do. I gathered up my discarded clothes, tossed them into the passenger seat, and then hopped into my car and drove away from the house.On The Road To CampusI spent most of the overnight drive back to college nude, donning my t-shirt and jeans only to get gas or visit rest stops. I was nude again as I arrived on campus; it was early morning by then, and not a soul was around when I parked up by the dorm. Cautiously I opened the car door and stepped out. It wasn’t my first time being nude on campus at this sort of hour, and I knew the low light and early morning mist meant I was pretty safe to do so. But I was so tired I had no energy for fun, and picking up my loose clothes and one of my bags from the car I headed straight into the dorm.My roommate didn’t stir as I went into our room; fortunate, as I would have had to explain to him why I had walked in completely naked; and I quickly kicked off my shoes and crawled into bed.I lay back, and as sleep came quickly to me I smiled. I would miss my old home town a great deal, and I had so many fond memories of growing up there. But, I told myself, none would be quite as memorable as my last evening there.By Requiax, for Literotica

Steamy Stories Podcast
Leaving Town: Part 2

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 7, 2024


Getting Policed & Propositioned. A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. So I was feeling euphoric as I continued on my way back to my family's vacated house. This whole experience had been a fantasy of mine for a long time; that it was going so well in reality was giving me even more confidence. Car 9 So, I didn't hear the car pull in behind me. Not until the flash of blue lights and the peal of the siren, anyway! I jumped, and turned. I was on a quiet road, no other people or traffic; but a police cruiser had just pulled up to the curb right where I was walking! [[MORE]] Had someone who had seen me walking around naked called the police? That was my first thought. It was, after all, something I had expected. My only plan for dealing with such as that had been to keep moving, and hope that by the time the cops were called and (if they decided to) responded, I would be somewhere else. But was that enough, or had my own hubris gotten the better of me and I'd underestimated the police ability to locate one naked dude somewhere in town? Or was this just a random patrol who had seen me out walking and done what any cop would do and investigate. I froze in panic, all my excitement undone in an instant. I knew I was breaking the law. Public nudity is illegal in my state. Yet here I was, stark naked on a public street, with no clothes nearby. I was potentially in real trouble. In a flash I considered my options. I'm a fit guy, and I briefly wondered about running. I wasn't a million miles from the house now. But it wasn't like I had access to the house any more, the keys were with the realtor. The only reason I was going back to the house was for me to put my clothes back on, get in my car and go. And could I really outrun a police cruiser? Or was it more likely that I'd just make more trouble for myself (or even; worst case scenario; end up in a car chase if the police assumed I was intoxicated and then saw me get behind the wheel)? I could pretend I was drunk, or high; or even that I was freaking out. But those weren't sensible suggestions. Being drunk or high and naked in public would probably go down worse than being straight sober and nude; and if they thought I was crazy I might find myself getting a tazer to the balls; or even a gun pointed in my face. Even at best I'd probably end up in a hospital getting checked out when I needed to be on my way back to college. I decided that really, the only option I had was to co-operate with the cops and tell them the truth (well, a version of the truth; if at all possible I intended to leave out the part where I had masturbated publicly in front of people!). I turned and faced the cruiser. I had my hands by my sides, palms out; I didn't want the cops to think I meant trouble. It was a lone officer driving, and he got out of the car. He was an older cop, about my dad's age. I recognised him; I didn't know his name but when you've been a teenager in a small town you get to know all the local cops, and they get to know you. "Are you alright there, son?" he asked me. I nodded. "Uh-huh, I'm fine officer." He took a long look at me. "Where are your clothes, son?" "Um, I don't have them with me." "I can see that. Where are they?" I paused. "Back at my house." "You been drinking?" He asked. "Smoked anything? Taken anything?" I shook my head. "No sir." He looked sceptical, but appeared to take me at my word. "Then, son, do you mind telling me what you're doing out here at this time of day in a public place without a stitch of clothing on you?" I chose my words carefully. "Well, officer," I began, "it's my last day in town. I'm moving away and I'm leaving tonight. And, well, I just got this idea in me that before I went I would do a little streak, just my way of seeing the town off. It seems real dumb now to say it to you but it just made me laugh at the time to think it, so I sorta dared myself to take my clothes off and run about a bit. You know, the way sometimes people do at football games and the like?" Well, it wasn't a lie. I wasn't sure if the sort of prolonged public nudity I had engaged in counted as 'streaking' exactly; but it came I think from the same motivation; that compulsion to exhibit oneself, to show my naked body to the world. The cop said nothing for a minute. I could tell he was turning my explanation over in his mind, looking to see if it held up. I had no idea if he was responding to a complaint; if he was, my story might unravel, especially if it showed I had been naked for about 90 minutes now and travelled quite far. "You know, son, that running around in public view in the altogether is against the law?" "I know, officer," I replied, trying to sound suitably contrite. "I'm sorry for this. I meant no harm, I was just having a little fun before I leave town. But I should have thought about it more. I guess I'm in real trouble now, huh?" The cop looked thoughtful. "Well now," he said after a while, "I wouldn't say that." He opened the door to his cruiser and made to lean inside, but stopped and turned back to me. "Cover yourself up a moment would you, son," he advised. I cupped both hands over my cock and balls. I'd been very conscious of my nakedness during this whole conversation; the presence of the cop in his starchy uniform seemed to emphasise more my own nudity and vulnerability. Fortunately, my cock had stayed flaccid; I was too nervous to get aroused. Satisfied for the moment, the cop leaned back into his cruiser and picked up his radio. "Dispatch, this is car 9," he hailed. After a moment the radio crackled back; "Dispatch. Go ahead car 9." The cop paused, then spoke clearly. "Dispatch, has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?" The woman on the other end of the radio seemed thrown by this question. "Code 3 1 4, car 9?" she repeated. "Affirmative, dispatch. Has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?" "No, car 9," the woman replied after a moment. "No call outs for code 3 1 4. Why?" "Just a conversation with a citizen, dispatch," the cop replied. "Nothing to worry about. Car 9 out." (I learned later that a 3 1 4 was the penal code for indecent exposure or public nudity, and if someone had called the cops about me, that would have been what would have gone out to the officer on call; although at the time it meant nothing to me). Cupped or Cuffed The cop turned back to me. "Well son," he said, "it seems like we've had no complaints about you. So it looks like the only law enforcement that knows you're out here with your dingus in the wind is me. "Now," he continued, "I really should write you up with a citation, at least give you a ticket and give you a ride back home. But, you seem like a good kid. I know your folks, know of them anyway, and when you say you're leaving town tonight I know that's true. I think you're a smart kid who decided to do something dumb on a goof and, well, it isn't in me to punish you for that. How old are you, son? 18, 19?" "20," I replied. He nodded. "I got a son around your age and he's a smart kid too but he says and does the dumbest stuff sometimes. Not 'run around the street in your birthday suit' dumb but still pretty dumb. I wouldn't want to see him get into trouble for that and I doubt your daddy would want the same for you. "Well," he continued, "the way I see it is, if you can tell me you're gonna turn around and head straight back home and put your goddamn pants back on, and you do just that, I'm willing to forget I ever saw you. Can you do that?" I nodded enthusiastically. "Of course officer. I was actually just heading-" He cut me off. "Just go, son. The longer you're stood there with your balls out, the more likely it is someone will call it in and then I can't ignore it." Evidently, I learned later; there are some statutes which require a community complaint, in order to be prosecuted. Just as a cop's peace cannot be disturbed, A cop's morals cannot be outraged. The community has to initiate the complaint. I thanked him and set off in a sprint for home. I kept my hands cupped over my genitals until I was out of his sight, then I just jogged briskly, my cock swinging as I moved. I felt a great sense of relief; I'd got caught by a cop, the thing I had specifically not wanted to happen to me, and yet I'd got away with it. Had it been any other day or night I had tried this, I might well have ended up in a whole load of trouble, with the law and with my parents. But because it was my final night in town, it seemed like fate had cut me some slack and given me a cop who was willing to look the other way as long as nobody had come to any harm. Sunset Driveway I was feeling excited again, thrilled once more by my own exposure. But I also felt a sense of sadness. I was almost back at the family home; I'd no intention of breaking my word to the cop and doing any further nude adventuring tonight. But once I got back to our old home, the fun would be over, and I'd be clothed again and on my way. I rounded the corner and headed along my old street. It was night now, and a lot of the houses were dark. There were a few lights on but I didn't feel like I was at risk of getting into trouble here. I was nearly home anyway, and my clothes should be where I left them, on the floor by my car. Sure enough, as I walked up my driveway I could see them; crumpled jeans, boxers and a t-shirt. It had been over 2 hours since I'd last had any clothes on, and in that time I'd been seen by who knows how many people; all of them staring at my naked body and exposed cock. I'd masturbated, and ejaculated, in front of two complete strangers, shopped in a convenience store nude, and even brushed with the law and got away with it. Whatever exhibitionism I got up to in future, it would be hard to top this. As I got to the car I decided to postpone the disappointment. As it was now dark, I could probably get away with driving in the nude. As long as I kept my clothes close by, I would be able to go maybe even until my first stop for gas without dressing! Mrs. Robinson I was walking around to where my clothes lay when I heard my name being called. "Chris?" came the shout. "Chris Gill?" I turned. Walking up the driveway towards me was a woman. I recognised her straight away. Her name was Laura. She was one of our neighbours; and the wife of a friend of my dad's. I was busted. Ryan, Laura's husband, was one of the people who would be keeping in touch with my parents, if only through Facebook. If she told her husband she'd caught me naked outside the house, word would get back to my mom and dad, and I'd have some awkward explaining to do. I could probably come up with an excuse to them that would cover it (as it was only in the driveway), but still, I'd have preferred not to have had to discuss it with them. "Um, hi Laura," I said. My clothes were on the bottom step; I went to reach for them, then stopped. Laura was close now, lit by the outside light of the house, which was still on, its sensor triggered by her presence. Laura was younger than her husband by quite a few years; she was only in her late thirties, or at most forty. She was dressed, as she often was this time of night, in running gear; yoga pants and sneakers, a loose muscle vest with a sports bra top underneath it. The tight clothes hugged her athletic curves. Laura was always working out, running or exercising, and it paid off. She was flat stomached, with a rounded swing to her hips and small, but not over-small, breasts. Her face was tanned and youthful, only a few lines in the corner of her eyes. She took care of herself and never left the house without looking her best, and in my teens I had harboured more than a small crush on her. And she was currently smiling happily at me. "Chris Gill, you're naked," she exclaimed. "What are you doing out here naked?" "Uh, yeah," I said, standing up. "I was just;  uh; " "I saw you earlier," she went on. "You went out, down the street, no clothes on you at all, just like now. Have you been naked this whole time?" I decided, once again, that honesty was the best policy. It's hard to lie when you've got no clothes on! "Yeah," I said, trying to appear casual about it. "What?" she said. "You've been running round the neighbourhood naked?" "Yeah," I said. "Actually I went into town." Her eyes widened. "Like that?" She looked me up and down. I became very aware of my gaze, and my cock, which had been flaccid, began to stir. I nodded. "And you didn't get arrested?" "Nah. A cop saw me. He was cool though." She shook her head. "I can't believe it," she said. "Why on earth would you do that?" "Well," I shrugged. "It was my last night here. I wanted to make it memorable. And besides," my cock was slowly rising now, "I just really like being naked in front of people." She laughed warmly. "Why am I just learning this now?" she asked in mock exasperation. "Why when this is your last night here? I'd have had you mowing our lawn naked every time Ryan was out of town!" A dozen frustrated teenage Milf fantasies fizzed in my mind. From her tone and body language I could tell that, far from being shocked or embarrassed by my naked body, Laura was enjoying the experience of seeing me exposed. My cock sprang to full attention as we talked. "Front lawn?" I joked. Laura laughed again. "It would give the neighbours something to talk about," she said. "And something tells me you'd have been quite happy to do it." She was doing the worst job of pretending she hadn't noticed my erection; something which only served to increase my arousal as I noticed every downward glance she was making. I confirmed to her that, yes, I'd have been more than happy to go naked in public at her direction, and I began to describe some of my prior experiences with exhibitionism, which she reacted to with humour and enthusiasm. I was rock hard now. Almost without realising it, as we talked I reached down and took my cock in my hand. I gave myself a few lazy, slow strokes, a tingle of pleasure running through me. Laura looked down again, making no attempt to hide it this time. "Naughty boy," she said with a smile. I made no reply, instead I slowly stroked my cock again. Laura pulled off her muscle vest, exposing her tanned, flat stomach. "Is that what you want to do?" she asked. I nodded. Laura hiked herself up, sitting on the hood of my car. She parted her legs, and I stepped into that V of space between them, under the spotlight of the security lamp, ready to perform. I stroked myself, long movements up and down my shaft. I stood legs apart, crotch thrust forward, stomach muscles tight. I took my time; I had come once already, not an hour before, so I knew I would last a lot longer this time. Laura would appreciate a decent show, I thought. She watched in silence, eyes wide. She was leaning back on the front hood of my car, biting her lip, a smile teasing on her face. I stroked myself for a few minutes, finding a rhythm. I made sure she could see everything. After a while, Laura shifted. As I watched and pleasured myself, she pushed her elasticated sports bra upwards, freeing her breasts beneath, exposing them. Her skin was the same tanned shade; clearly she didn't wear a bikini to sunbathe; her small brown nipples puckered and hard. She rolled one between thumb and forefinger, letting out a little moan of pleasure. Her other hand slid into the waistband of her yoga pants and she began to touch herself. That was it for me, and I could hold back no longer. I crested the wave of my orgasm, my shaft pulsing. Cum squirted from the end; not the geyser I had shot forth earlier but still clearly visible in the light, dripping from my cock to spot on the asphalt between myself and the car on which Laura sat. I grunted and moaned as I came, as if to force every drop of cum from my balls, and Laura laughed delightedly. My orgasm finished, I slowed then ended my stroke. I stood for a moment, still hard, a bead of cum formed on my cock head. Laura withdrew her hand from her waistband almost embarrassedly. I bent to retrieve my boxers, making as if to wipe myself with them, but Laura stopped me. Leaning forward, she slipped the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth, licking me clean. My cock was still sensitive from my orgasm, and I gasped and shivered. Laura made an appreciative noise as she let my cock plop loose from her mouth. "I wanted to blow you," she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "But you're such a kinky guy, I knew you'd be happier giving me a show." "You didn't like the show?" I asked. "Oh, I loved it," she smiled. "But it means I'll never get a chance to show you what I can do, too. Now now you're going away." "Well," I said, "I can always come and visit; the next time Ryan's out of town?" She laughed. "I just might take you up on that." We said our goodbyes then. She grabbed me in a bare-chested hug before pulling her top down, pressing her bare breasts to my naked torso. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing, and squealing delightedly. "Seriously, call me," she said, replacing her clothing, and she headed quickly back down the driveway and away, presumably before her husband wondered where she had gone to. After that, there was little left for me to do. I gathered up my discarded clothes, tossed them into the passenger seat, and then hopped into my car and drove away from the house. On The Road To Campus I spent most of the overnight drive back to college nude, donning my t-shirt and jeans only to get gas or visit rest stops. I was nude again as I arrived on campus; it was early morning by then, and not a soul was around when I parked up by the dorm. Cautiously I opened the car door and stepped out. It wasn't my first time being nude on campus at this sort of hour, and I knew the low light and early morning mist meant I was pretty safe to do so. But I was so tired I had no energy for fun, and picking up my loose clothes and one of my bags from the car I headed straight into the dorm. My roommate didn't stir as I went into our room; fortunate, as I would have had to explain to him why I had walked in completely naked; and I quickly kicked off my shoes and crawled into bed. I lay back, and as sleep came quickly to me I smiled. I would miss my old home town a great deal, and I had so many fond memories of growing up there. But, I told myself, none would be quite as memorable as my last evening there. By Requiax, for Literotica

Steamy Stories Podcast
Leaving Town: Part 2

Steamy Stories Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Feb 7, 2024


Getting Policed & Propositioned.A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.So I was feeling euphoric as I continued on my way back to my family’s vacated house. This whole experience had been a fantasy of mine for a long time; that it was going so well in reality was giving me even more confidence.Car 9So, I didn’t hear the car pull in behind me. Not until the flash of blue lights and the peal of the siren, anyway!I jumped, and turned. I was on a quiet road, no other people or traffic; but a police cruiser had just pulled up to the curb right where I was walking!Had someone who had seen me walking around naked called the police? That was my first thought. It was, after all, something I had expected. My only plan for dealing with such as that had been to keep moving, and hope that by the time the cops were called and (if they decided to) responded, I would be somewhere else. But was that enough, or had my own hubris gotten the better of me and I’d underestimated the police ability to locate one naked dude somewhere in town? Or was this just a random patrol who had seen me out walking and done what any cop would do and investigate.I froze in panic, all my excitement undone in an instant. I knew I was breaking the law. Public nudity is illegal in my state. Yet here I was, stark naked on a public street, with no clothes nearby. I was potentially in real trouble.In a flash I considered my options. I’m a fit guy, and I briefly wondered about running. I wasn’t a million miles from the house now. But it wasn’t like I had access to the house any more, the keys were with the realtor. The only reason I was going back to the house was for me to put my clothes back on, get in my car and go. And could I really outrun a police cruiser? Or was it more likely that I’d just make more trouble for myself (or even; worst case scenario; end up in a car chase if the police assumed I was intoxicated and then saw me get behind the wheel)?I could pretend I was drunk, or high; or even that I was freaking out. But those weren’t sensible suggestions. Being drunk or high and naked in public would probably go down worse than being straight sober and nude; and if they thought I was crazy I might find myself getting a tazer to the balls; or even a gun pointed in my face. Even at best I’d probably end up in a hospital getting checked out when I needed to be on my way back to college.I decided that really, the only option I had was to co-operate with the cops and tell them the truth (well, a version of the truth; if at all possible I intended to leave out the part where I had masturbated publicly in front of people!).I turned and faced the cruiser. I had my hands by my sides, palms out; I didn’t want the cops to think I meant trouble.It was a lone officer driving, and he got out of the car. He was an older cop, about my dad’s age. I recognised him; I didn’t know his name but when you’ve been a teenager in a small town you get to know all the local cops, and they get to know you.“Are you alright there, son?” he asked me.I nodded. “Uh-huh, I’m fine officer.”He took a long look at me. “Where are your clothes, son?”“Um, I don’t have them with me.”“I can see that. Where are they?”I paused. "Back at my house.“"You been drinking?” He asked. “Smoked anything? Taken anything?”I shook my head. “No sir.” He looked sceptical, but appeared to take me at my word.“Then, son, do you mind telling me what you’re doing out here at this time of day in a public place without a stitch of clothing on you?”I chose my words carefully.“Well, officer,” I began, “it’s my last day in town. I’m moving away and I’m leaving tonight. And, well, I just got this idea in me that before I went I would do a little streak, just my way of seeing the town off. It seems real dumb now to say it to you but it just made me laugh at the time to think it, so I sorta dared myself to take my clothes off and run about a bit. You know, the way sometimes people do at football games and the like?”Well, it wasn’t a lie. I wasn’t sure if the sort of prolonged public nudity I had engaged in counted as ‘streaking’ exactly; but it came I think from the same motivation; that compulsion to exhibit oneself, to show my naked body to the world.The cop said nothing for a minute. I could tell he was turning my explanation over in his mind, looking to see if it held up. I had no idea if he was responding to a complaint; if he was, my story might unravel, especially if it showed I had been naked for about 90 minutes now and travelled quite far.“You know, son, that running around in public view in the altogether is against the law?”“I know, officer,” I replied, trying to sound suitably contrite. “I’m sorry for this. I meant no harm, I was just having a little fun before I leave town. But I should have thought about it more. I guess I’m in real trouble now, huh?”The cop looked thoughtful. “Well now,” he said after a while, “I wouldn’t say that.” He opened the door to his cruiser and made to lean inside, but stopped and turned back to me. “Cover yourself up a moment would you, son,” he advised. I cupped both hands over my cock and balls. I’d been very conscious of my nakedness during this whole conversation; the presence of the cop in his starchy uniform seemed to emphasise more my own nudity and vulnerability. Fortunately, my cock had stayed flaccid; I was too nervous to get aroused.Satisfied for the moment, the cop leaned back into his cruiser and picked up his radio. “Dispatch, this is car 9,” he hailed.After a moment the radio crackled back; “Dispatch. Go ahead car 9.”The cop paused, then spoke clearly. “Dispatch, has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?”The woman on the other end of the radio seemed thrown by this question. “Code 3 1 4, car 9?” she repeated.“Affirmative, dispatch. Has anyone called in a code 3 1 4 tonight?”“No, car 9,” the woman replied after a moment. “No call outs for code 3 1 4. Why?”“Just a conversation with a citizen, dispatch,” the cop replied. "Nothing to worry about. Car 9 out.“(I learned later that a 3 1 4 was the penal code for indecent exposure or public nudity, and if someone had called the cops about me, that would have been what would have gone out to the officer on call; although at the time it meant nothing to me).Cupped or CuffedThe cop turned back to me."Well son,” he said, “it seems like we’ve had no complaints about you. So it looks like the only law enforcement that knows you’re out here with your dingus in the wind is me."Now,” he continued, “I really should write you up with a citation, at least give you a ticket and give you a ride back home. But, you seem like a good kid. I know your folks, know of them anyway, and when you say you’re leaving town tonight I know that’s true. I think you’re a smart kid who decided to do something dumb on a goof and, well, it isn’t in me to punish you for that. How old are you, son? 18, 19?”“20,” I replied. He nodded.“I got a son around your age and he’s a smart kid too but he says and does the dumbest stuff sometimes. Not 'run around the street in your birthday suit’ dumb but still pretty dumb. I wouldn’t want to see him get into trouble for that and I doubt your daddy would want the same for you."Well,” he continued, “the way I see it is, if you can tell me you’re gonna turn around and head straight back home and put your goddamn pants back on, and you do just that, I’m willing to forget I ever saw you. Can you do that?”I nodded enthusiastically. "Of course officer. I was actually just heading-“He cut me off. "Just go, son. The longer you’re stood there with your balls out, the more likely it is someone will call it in and then I can’t ignore it.” Evidently, I learned later; there are some statutes which require a community complaint, in order to be prosecuted. Just as a cop's peace cannot be disturbed, A cop's morals cannot be outraged. The community has to initiate the complaint.I thanked him and set off in a sprint for home. I kept my hands cupped over my genitals until I was out of his sight, then I just jogged briskly, my cock swinging as I moved. I felt a great sense of relief; I’d got caught by a cop, the thing I had specifically not wanted to happen to me, and yet I’d got away with it. Had it been any other day or night I had tried this, I might well have ended up in a whole load of trouble, with the law and with my parents. But because it was my final night in town, it seemed like fate had cut me some slack and given me a cop who was willing to look the other way as long as nobody had come to any harm.Sunset DrivewayI was feeling excited again, thrilled once more by my own exposure. But I also felt a sense of sadness. I was almost back at the family home; I’d no intention of breaking my word to the cop and doing any further nude adventuring tonight. But once I got back to our old home, the fun would be over, and I’d be clothed again and on my way.I rounded the corner and headed along my old street. It was night now, and a lot of the houses were dark. There were a few lights on but I didn’t feel like I was at risk of getting into trouble here. I was nearly home anyway, and my clothes should be where I left them, on the floor by my car.Sure enough, as I walked up my driveway I could see them; crumpled jeans, boxers and a t-shirt. It had been over 2 hours since I’d last had any clothes on, and in that time I’d been seen by who knows how many people; all of them staring at my naked body and exposed cock. I’d masturbated, and ejaculated, in front of two complete strangers, shopped in a convenience store nude, and even brushed with the law and got away with it. Whatever exhibitionism I got up to in future, it would be hard to top this.As I got to the car I decided to postpone the disappointment. As it was now dark, I could probably get away with driving in the nude. As long as I kept my clothes close by, I would be able to go maybe even until my first stop for gas without dressing!Mrs. RobinsonI was walking around to where my clothes lay when I heard my name being called.“Chris?" came the shout. "Chris Gill?”I turned. Walking up the driveway towards me was a woman. I recognised her straight away. Her name was Laura. She was one of our neighbours; and the wife of a friend of my dad’s.I was busted. Ryan, Laura’s husband, was one of the people who would be keeping in touch with my parents, if only through Facebook. If she told her husband she’d caught me naked outside the house, word would get back to my mom and dad, and I’d have some awkward explaining to do. I could probably come up with an excuse to them that would cover it (as it was only in the driveway), but still, I’d have preferred not to have had to discuss it with them.“Um, hi Laura,” I said. My clothes were on the bottom step; I went to reach for them, then stopped.Laura was close now, lit by the outside light of the house, which was still on, its sensor triggered by her presence. Laura was younger than her husband by quite a few years; she was only in her late thirties, or at most forty. She was dressed, as she often was this time of night, in running gear; yoga pants and sneakers, a loose muscle vest with a sports bra top underneath it. The tight clothes hugged her athletic curves. Laura was always working out, running or exercising, and it paid off. She was flat stomached, with a rounded swing to her hips and small, but not over-small, breasts. Her face was tanned and youthful, only a few lines in the corner of her eyes. She took care of herself and never left the house without looking her best, and in my teens I had harboured more than a small crush on her. And she was currently smiling happily at me.“Chris Gill, you’re naked,” she exclaimed. “What are you doing out here naked?”“Uh, yeah,” I said, standing up. “I was just;  uh; ”“I saw you earlier,” she went on. “You went out, down the street, no clothes on you at all, just like now. Have you been naked this whole time?”I decided, once again, that honesty was the best policy. It’s hard to lie when you’ve got no clothes on!“Yeah,” I said, trying to appear casual about it.“What?” she said. “You’ve been running round the neighbourhood naked?”“Yeah,” I said. “Actually I went into town.”Her eyes widened. “Like that?” She looked me up and down. I became very aware of my gaze, and my cock, which had been flaccid, began to stir.I nodded.“And you didn’t get arrested?”“Nah. A cop saw me. He was cool though.”She shook her head. “I can’t believe it,” she said. “Why on earth would you do that?”“Well,” I shrugged. “It was my last night here. I wanted to make it memorable. And besides,” my cock was slowly rising now, “I just really like being naked in front of people.”She laughed warmly. “Why am I just learning this now?” she asked in mock exasperation. "Why when this is your last night here? I’d have had you mowing our lawn naked every time Ryan was out of town!“A dozen frustrated teenage Milf fantasies fizzed in my mind. From her tone and body language I could tell that, far from being shocked or embarrassed by my naked body, Laura was enjoying the experience of seeing me exposed. My cock sprang to full attention as we talked."Front lawn?” I joked. Laura laughed again.“It would give the neighbours something to talk about,” she said. “And something tells me you’d have been quite happy to do it.”She was doing the worst job of pretending she hadn’t noticed my erection; something which only served to increase my arousal as I noticed every downward glance she was making. I confirmed to her that, yes, I’d have been more than happy to go naked in public at her direction, and I began to describe some of my prior experiences with exhibitionism, which she reacted to with humour and enthusiasm.I was rock hard now. Almost without realising it, as we talked I reached down and took my cock in my hand. I gave myself a few lazy, slow strokes, a tingle of pleasure running through me.Laura looked down again, making no attempt to hide it this time. “Naughty boy,” she said with a smile.I made no reply, instead I slowly stroked my cock again.Laura pulled off her muscle vest, exposing her tanned, flat stomach. “Is that what you want to do?” she asked.I nodded. Laura hiked herself up, sitting on the hood of my car. She parted her legs, and I stepped into that V of space between them, under the spotlight of the security lamp, ready to perform.I stroked myself, long movements up and down my shaft. I stood legs apart, crotch thrust forward, stomach muscles tight. I took my time; I had come once already, not an hour before, so I knew I would last a lot longer this time. Laura would appreciate a decent show, I thought.She watched in silence, eyes wide. She was leaning back on the front hood of my car, biting her lip, a smile teasing on her face.I stroked myself for a few minutes, finding a rhythm. I made sure she could see everything.After a while, Laura shifted. As I watched and pleasured myself, she pushed her elasticated sports bra upwards, freeing her breasts beneath, exposing them. Her skin was the same tanned shade; clearly she didn’t wear a bikini to sunbathe; her small brown nipples puckered and hard. She rolled one between thumb and forefinger, letting out a little moan of pleasure. Her other hand slid into the waistband of her yoga pants and she began to touch herself.That was it for me, and I could hold back no longer. I crested the wave of my orgasm, my shaft pulsing. Cum squirted from the end; not the geyser I had shot forth earlier but still clearly visible in the light, dripping from my cock to spot on the asphalt between myself and the car on which Laura sat. I grunted and moaned as I came, as if to force every drop of cum from my balls, and Laura laughed delightedly.My orgasm finished, I slowed then ended my stroke. I stood for a moment, still hard, a bead of cum formed on my cock head. Laura withdrew her hand from her waistband almost embarrassedly. I bent to retrieve my boxers, making as if to wipe myself with them, but Laura stopped me. Leaning forward, she slipped the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth, licking me clean. My cock was still sensitive from my orgasm, and I gasped and shivered. Laura made an appreciative noise as she let my cock plop loose from her mouth.“I wanted to blow you,” she said, a hint of disappointment in her voice. “But you’re such a kinky guy, I knew you’d be happier giving me a show.”“You didn’t like the show?” I asked.“Oh, I loved it,” she smiled. “But it means I’ll never get a chance to show you what I can do, too. Now now you’re going away.”“Well,” I said, “I can always come and visit; the next time Ryan’s out of town?”She laughed. “I just might take you up on that.”We said our goodbyes then. She grabbed me in a bare-chested hug before pulling her top down, pressing her bare breasts to my naked torso. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing, and squealing delightedly. “Seriously, call me,” she said, replacing her clothing, and she headed quickly back down the driveway and away, presumably before her husband wondered where she had gone to.After that, there was little left for me to do. I gathered up my discarded clothes, tossed them into the passenger seat, and then hopped into my car and drove away from the house.On The Road To CampusI spent most of the overnight drive back to college nude, donning my t-shirt and jeans only to get gas or visit rest stops. I was nude again as I arrived on campus; it was early morning by then, and not a soul was around when I parked up by the dorm. Cautiously I opened the car door and stepped out. It wasn’t my first time being nude on campus at this sort of hour, and I knew the low light and early morning mist meant I was pretty safe to do so. But I was so tired I had no energy for fun, and picking up my loose clothes and one of my bags from the car I headed straight into the dorm.My roommate didn’t stir as I went into our room; fortunate, as I would have had to explain to him why I had walked in completely naked; and I quickly kicked off my shoes and crawled into bed.I lay back, and as sleep came quickly to me I smiled. I would miss my old home town a great deal, and I had so many fond memories of growing up there. But, I told myself, none would be quite as memorable as my last evening there.By Requiax, for Literotica

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Leaving Town: Part 1

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Play Episode Listen Later Feb 6, 2024


Exhibitionist guy bares all to say goodbye to his hometown.A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.It was moving day.My parents and my kid sister had already driven off, following the truck from the moving company, filled with all our things.I grew up in this house and came of age here, but we were finally moving. My dad’s work had taken him to a new state, and a new home, and the family was going with him.I’d be joining them later. It was the start of the fall semester and I was going to be travelling back to college first. My car, parked in the driveway, was loaded up with everything I will be taking back to my dorm. First chance I got in the coming weeks, I was going to drive over to the new house and help get things sorted, but mom and dad were insistent I go back to college first.I stood in the driveway, looking at our empty house. I was alone now. The neighbours and our friends had all been and said their goodbyes. The keys were with the realtor. My things were all packed. It was coming to the end of what had been a long day.It was nearly time to go, to set off in my car and never come back to the town that had been my home for most of my 20 years of life. But I had one final thing I wanted to do first.I stood beside the car and looked around the street. There was nobody in the immediate vicinity, which was good. Don’t get me wrong, I was expecting an audience; I wanted one. But not before I’d started, not when they could still put a stop to my fun and cause me a heap of trouble.But, luckily, the neighbours were all indoors, nobody walking by or out in their front yards.I took a deep breath. I was nervous, but also excited, buzzing with the anticipation of fulfilling an ambition I’d had for many years now.Grasping the hem of my t-shirt, I pulled it quickly over my head. I let it drop to the floor and stood a moment. There was nothing wrong with standing in my driveway shirtless, after all; I’d done it plenty of times, on hot afternoons, shooting in the basketball hoop up over the garage door. There was a breeze today but it was warm on my bare chest.I kicked off my shoes; slip on Vans, easy to take on and off; I’d be putting them back on before I went. The asphalt of the driveway was hot and rough against the soles of my feet.A further breath to steady my nerves, and then I unbuckled my brown leather belt. I unfastened my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I was wearing just my boxer briefs now; tight shorts, already bulging where my excitement was having its effect.Another look round. Nobody I could see, nobody who could see this yet.Thumb in my waistband, I yanked down my boxers and stepped out of them. I was nude.I paused a moment, examining my own reflection in the car windshield. Blonde hair, a little too long; I’d not had a cut all summer. Smooth face; handsome, I’m told, in a surfer sort of way, although I never seem to have much luck with girls. My bare body; lightly tanned, except for the whiter area where I would normally be wearing shorts. Athletic, some muscle definition, a summer of basketball and gym workouts and healthy eating paying off. My pubic hair; like most guys my age, I went in for cropping it short with clippers, rather than shaving outright; taking a razor to my balls and my shaft for a smooth finish there. My cock; unusually in this time and place, uncircumcised; stirring with excitement.I grinned, and slipped my feet back into my sneakers. Then I set off to walk the streets of my hometown naked.Nude FantasiesI'd fantasised about being nude in public for years. Since I first discovered jerking off, all the way back in my early teens, I’ve had an exhibitionist side. The thought of being seen naked or being watched while I masturbate was a huge turn-on for me. I experimented in various ways with this, some more successful than others, but I always chickened out of fulfilling my greatest fantasy, which was to fully expose myself somewhere very public.It wasn’t so much that I lacked courage to do this, but that I was very aware even at a young age of what the repercussions might be if I, a young man, were to publicly expose myself. In all my fantasies, I had a willing audience; but I knew that in reality, being seen naked (and likely aroused) in public would get me into a lot of trouble. I had to live in this town, attend school in this town, and have family and friends share this town with me. If I went naked in public, people who knew me would get to hear about it and I’d have to live with the reputation of being a pervert, a freak who got off on showing people his cock.I mean, I was a pervert, and I did get off on showing people my cock; but I didn’t want my friends and family to know that! My personal reputation mattered more to me than my sexual fantasies; so no matter what I would plan out in my head, I would never go through with it. Even when I went away to college, I always knew I would need to come back here, to this small town, and I knew my family needed to be able to live here, to be able to hold their heads up proud as upstanding members of their community. I couldn’t condemn my parents to be known as the people whose kid waved his cock around in the street.When, this year, my parents told us we would be moving, and that we would be moving so far away that all our ties with this town and the people in it would be cut, it was a liberating moment for me. Suddenly, my carefully cultivated reputation and standing in the community had an expiration date; after moving day, what people thought of me wouldn’t matter. So what if I was suddenly revealed as a crazy naked pervert? I would never see any of these people again, and nor would any of my family. They could gossip in high school and the coffee shops and the bars all they liked about how Chris Gill had run around naked in public with a boner on; I would never hear any of it.I spent much of the summer planning my naked adventure. I made sure I was taking care of my body; I figured that a good-looking young guy in good shape might get a pass on running around naked in comparison to a guy who, well, was not looking his best. So I kept up my gym routine, played a lot of sports and watched what I ate. I considered sunbathing nude, to get rid of any tan marks I might acquire, but it was hard to do with family and friends always around so I never actually managed that. But I did make sure that I looked as good nude as possible; I wanted to feel confident when I had everything on show, after all.I needed to plan and time the right opportunity, too. I couldn’t do it any day before moving day; if my family were still in town when I did it, it might still reach them. I wasn’t moving away from them, so they were the people I couldn’t let find out about my naked plan; or the shame and stigma would just travel with me. But if I moved with them, I would have to concoct an excuse to come back afterwards to carry out my exhibitionism.When, by coincidence, moving day and the day I was due to return to college fell on the same day, this solved all my problems. I would help my family with the moving and, when all was completed, I would load up my own car. They would drive with the moving truck to the new house, I would drive myself back to college, and we’d meet up in a few weeks. And, of course, once they had gone and my own packing was done, I would do as I had done now; take off all of my clothes in the driveway, and go for one last walk around town.It helped with the time, too. It was around 6:30pm by the time my family went on their way, so my streak was going to end up taking place in the early evening. This was my preferred time; light enough that there would still be people around (and there would still be enough visibility for them to see my nakedness clearly) but late enough in the day that there would not be huge numbers of people about. While being seen naked in the middle of the day by dozens and dozens of people would be an incredible thrill, it also greatly raised the odds that someone would call the cops; and I had no intention of getting a police record for this. That, again, would be something I might not be able to escape quite as easily as I could escape the gossip of ordinary townsfolk, and might well work its way back to my parents, something I definitely didn’t want to happen.That was another reason why I didn’t want to get seen by my neighbours before I got going; I might set off, only to find the cops waiting for me on my return.But, as it was, all was quiet as I turned out of the driveway and into the street.I set off, briskly walking and occasionally jogging when the mood took me. I liked the way my cock and balls moved when I ran, and the feel of the warm breeze on my bare skin; but I was in no hurry, and didn’t want to dash around unseen by anyone.Walking the dogAs it was, I covered maybe a block and a half before the first person saw me. It was a woman; I didn’t know her but I guessed she was in her 40s. She was out walking a little dog, one of those purse dogs, on a thin leash. She was paying attention to the dog at first and didn’t see me; but when she looked up as I walked into her view, her mouth dropped a little and she stared.I smiled as I approached. I felt her eyes travel down my body, her gaze falling to my crotch and my exposed cock and balls. She didn’t say anything though, not even when I gave a cheerful “evening, ma'am,” as I passed by her. She was attractive, though (I’ve always had a liking for older women; that is, older than me; not necessarily that old but when you’re 20, a 40-year old woman has 20 years’ experience on you and still looks damn good), and as I carried on down the street I glanced back over my shoulder she had stopped and was watching my bare ass, an appreciative expression on my face. That was the perfect reaction to me, and out of her view, my cock stirred and stiffened in acknowledgement. Fully erect, I gave my cock a couple of encouraging tugs with my hand, relishing the sensation and the pleasure it gave. I wasn’t going to masturbate just yet, although I felt that if I did I would have blown my wad straight away; but a few strokes just to bring me that little bit closer was very welcome.The Parade picks upI remained erect for the next few minutes, but saw no other pedestrians. Cars, though, passed me; some honking horns in acknowledgement of my nakedness; some, drivers or passengers, staring as they went by; the rest giving no outward sign they had even seen me. I relished each encounter, knowing it meant someone; man or woman, adult or kid, had seen my naked body out in public and was left wondering, what was the story here? Way was this guy walking naked and with a hard-on in full view? They would just have to wonder.The evening breeze did a little to quell my building arousal though, and without further attention from my hands my erection began to subside. I was soon only semi-hard (my favourite state to be in as it made me seem more well-endowed; my cock when flaccid was not small by any means but like this I felt I looked even better nude) as I made my way from residential streets into more communal areas of town.Here were more people, both in cars and on foot. Folks were leaving off a late working shift or at the end of the day for their businesses, men and women heading out early to one or two nearby bars. Some high school kids were skateboarding on an array of steps. All saw me walking quickly down the street, naked as the day I came into this world. People stared, some shouted stuff or whistled. Some, disappointingly, looked on then turned away, anger or disgust on their faces; I couldn’t help their prudishness, but I was prepared for it. Being seen naked was something that was, for me, a turn-on; but I also held they view that nudity, mine or anyone else’s, was harmless and not something to be treated as shameful or obscene. I hated the “think of the children” attitude that people harboured; seeing a guy or a girl naked outside the bedroom or locker room was not something I felt had any capacity to damage another person in any way. We’re all human, and human anatomy shouldn’t be cause for offence as far as I am concerned. Shock, surprise, humour, pleasure; these were fine with me, perfectly natural reactions to seeing an athletic 20-year-old guy walking around town in the nude. But don’t be offended because you can see my penis, there’s nothing offensive about it.I suppose I’ve never been shy about my body. Changing in the locker room, skinny dipping with friends, showering with the door open; none of these things have been a source of embarrassment for me. I have a roommate at college and he’s seen me naked so many times I lose count. Occasionally when it’s hot and we have to study I will just come in from the shower, drop my towel and study in the nude. He’s never raised an objection (although I’m careful not to let on how arousing I sometimes find it). My point is, I’m kind of akin to a nudist in terms of my attitude to nakedness. It’s natural, it’s pleasurable (for me at least) and if you have a problem with it, well, you need to work on that.Fortunately, disapproving looks were all the negativity I received; nobody came to remonstrate with me for my nakedness, and most people seemed merely surprised, or even amused or appreciative of my exposed state. I didn’t dally, though; I felt a need to keep moving, in case anyone who saw me was about to phone the cops and severely ruin my day.FamiliarityI saw the first person I knew on that route into town, too. One of my old high school teachers, was loading up his car as I walked down the street. He looked at me but I can’t say for certain he recognised me; I definitely recognised him though. Further down the street, a shopkeeper whose store I regularly visited was just closing up as I approached, and called out my name in disbelief when he saw me. I gave a casual, “hey” and kept on walking.Soon enough, I’d passed the storefronts and made it to the town square. During the day this would have been one of the busiest parts of town but by now it was pretty quiet, and I was only seen by a few motorists and a couple of girls off in the distance as I crossed the square.My destination was a small plaza just off the square. It was kind of a park, I supposed, albeit a small one, just some grass, trees and a couple of benches. These benches were my destination; when I planned out my route, I had intended to get here and go no further. I planned to sit a short while and chill before making my way back to the old family home. I wasn’t certain but I felt I would probably masturbate en route, so as to be less likely to be far from home when, post-orgasm, my euphoria and arousal would likely give way to a feeling of vulnerability.A Show At The ParkI entered the plaza and sat on the bench nearest the way I had come in. The wood was still warm from the day’s sun, and felt pleasant against my naked body. I leaned back, arms across the back of the seat, legs parted. My cock began to stiffen and I closed my eyes, replaying the stages of my journey in my head.I heard the sound of people approach me, and a voice say “hey." A female voice."Hey,” I said in a friendly way, opening my eyes.There were two people standing over me; a guy and a girl. It looked like they were a couple. She was petite and dark haired; maybe some Asian heritage?; wearing jean shorts, a raglan top, sneakers. He was skinny, wearing basketball shorts and a punk band t-shirt. They looked younger than me by a couple of years.I worried, for a moment. The girl, on her own, wouldn’t have bothered me. Nor, for that matter, would the guy; I’m as turned on by guys seeing me as I am by girls. But the two together approaching me gave me concern. Maybe he would be mad I was exposing myself to his girlfriend and get aggressive. Maybe she was upset at seeing me and wanted him to teach me a lesson. I reckoned I could take the guy in a fight, he didn’t look like much; but I’m not that type of guy and I’d rather avoid those sort of situations if I can.But they didn’t seem mad at me; both seemed quite friendly in their manner and speech. And in the end, an audience is an audience, and I certainly wasn’t going to complain at having one. The girl, for her part, seemed unafraid, and sat down on the opposite side of the bench to me. Her boyfriend stayed standing; but in a non-threatening way.“Why are you naked?” the girl asked. “Where are your clothes?”“Back at my house,” I said, answering the second question first.“You walked here naked?” the guy said, disbelieving.“Yup,” I answered proudly.“Why would you do that?” asked his girlfriend. “Why aren’t you wearing clothes?”I thought for a moment. Why not be honest? They seemed quite keen to know, and I was happy to tell them.“Well,” I said, “I’m leaving town today. I lived here, like, most of my life, and I always wanted to do something like this.”The guy grinned. “Well, it is pretty boring round here!”I laughed. “True! But this is a bit more than just livening things up.”“What do you mean?” the girl asked.“Well,” I carried on, “to be honest, being naked, out in public like this, it really feels good to me. In fact, it makes me feel pretty turned on.”She laughed. “Yeah, I can see that!” I looked down and my cock was semi-hard, verging on hard again; I’d not even noticed, I’d been absorbed in our brief conversation.“Aw, sorry,” I grinned.“Don’t be,” she said.“Well, sorry to your boyfriend, at least.”“Aw, he’s not bothered,” she laughed. I looked at him.“You’re not?” I asked“Nah dude,” he said off-handedly. “Rock out with your cock out. It’s all cool. If I had your bod, I wouldn’t be shy either.”I laughed. “Are you guys for real?”The girl nodded. “Uh-huh. We saw you across the square and just had to come talk to you. Josh wouldn’t stop staring at your weiner.”I looked at the boyfriend; evidently Josh; who flushed a little. But there was no denying she was probably right; the sort of gym shorts he was wearing are lousy at hiding if you have an erection, and Josh was definitely starting to pitch a tent there.There was a moment of silence between the three of us then. In my stomach, butterflies stirred. I think I had some fans here, maybe someone with the start of a crush even. Maybe two crushes. Well, I wasn’t going to disappoint them.I adjusted my position slightly to give a better view, then took my now rock-hard cock in my hand. I began to stroke it, slowly, as we talked to each other. The girl turned, resting her elbows on her knees, looking straight at me, taking it all in. Josh just looked down and grinned.“Dude, for real?” he said. “You gonna jerk off here?”I paused. “I can stop, if you like.”“No,” the girl said. “I wanna see.”I looked again at Josh, seeking permission. “Okay by me,” he grinned.I resumed my slow, relaxed stroking, fingers and thumb wrapped good around my shaft. I was already building up to climax, I knew this wouldn’t be a long wank, but I wanted to make the most of it.“How old are you guys?” I asked.“Eighteen,” the girl replied.“That’s a relief,” I laughed. “At least I’m not whacking it in front of a minor.”She giggled. “You don’t have to do it here.”“True,” I acknowledged, “but I’m gonna, all the same.”Both of them smiled.I was stroking harder now, more swiftly. I felt the pleasure throbbing in my shaft, the knot in the base of my cock that would soon release. I had no reason to hold back any more and my rhythmic strokes increased. I sensed their eyes on me; hers especially were entirely on my cock, staring intently at it. That was enough to send me over the crest. I grunted, teeth gritted, as the knot burst and my cock spasmed with an orgasm that spread over me, radiating through me. Thick, warm, white spunk spurted rhythmically from the end of my hard cock, landing on the asphalt of the path and, as the flow ended, dripping onto the wood of the bench on which I sat. I continued to masturbate, lessening my stroke, until my orgasm subsided and my cock pulsed no more.I felt dizzy for a moment, dazed with coming down from my arousal. I tipped back my head and breathed deeply, hand still squeezing my cock, wringing out the last drops of sperm.“Wow,” the girl said, “you really enjoyed that, huh?”I just smiled, and nodded. Hard to play it cool when you’ve just come in front of a stranger; harder still when that stranger is a pretty girl & accompanied by her boyfriend.“Did you?” I asked, after a moment.“I guess,” she said. “You have a nice; penis.” She blushed. “Sorry babe,” she said to Josh. He just laughed.“It’s true,” he shrugged, “he’s got a nice cock.”“Nicer than his?” I asked jokingly. The girl just squealed, blushing again and burying her face in her hands.“We haven’t; er;” Josh said, by way of explanation.“Oh!” I said, with a laugh. “Say,” I asked, indicating my softening, dripping cock “I don’t suppose you have a Kleenex on you?”The girl stood up, rummaging in her pocket, and pulled out a napkin. Instead of handing it to me, though, she reached out and, taking my cock in one hand, wiped it off with the napkin in the other. Her touch on my member was warm and slight, and another spasm of pleasure shot through me. She blushed again and withdrew her hand quickly.“Sorry,” she said.“Don't apologise to me,” I replied, “apologise to your boyfriend!” In truth, I was getting a little worried. Josh seemed good-natured, and maybe he had a thing for guys as much as girls. But I felt like I was starting to step on his turf, and I was concerned that the longer we stayed together the more his girlfriend was going to get curious about touching, and much as I like to think I’m not the sort of guy to cuckold a dude, in my current state I wasn’t so sure I’d stop her.So I took the napkin from my hand, blotted the last of the spunk from my now flaccid cock and stood up.The girl leaned behind me, ogling me. “Oh my God I see what you mean,” she exclaimed to Josh. “He really does have a cute ass!” She turned to me. “Why didn’t you let me see that before?”I shrugged, “sorry,” I said. “You’re welcome to watch all you like while I walk out of here.”“Yeah,” Josh said, “you probably shouldn’t hang around naked here all night. Cops come by often.” Much as I thought he was probably offering genuine advice, I sensed as well that he kinda wanted some private time with his girlfriend.“Thanks for the warning,” I replied. "And for being a good audience.“She grinned. "Thanks for the show,” she said. She slid an arm around her boyfriend’s waist, and the two of them laughed as they walked off. Just as they went out of sight, I saw her slip her hand into the waistband of his still-tenting shorts.I laughed to myself. Whatever it was that those two had never done, they were probably going to do tonight!I regained my own composure, and set off myself.I had expected to feel vulnerable about my nudity now I had come. Often in the past when I had done something exhibitionist and ended up masturbating, I would lose some of that compulsion to be naked and end up finding my way quickly back to clothing or coverage. But despite my orgasm I still felt excited and aroused to be naked in public. I knew I needed to head back to the family home but I was in no hurry, I thought I would probably have a little fun along the way.RefuelingI left the plaza and went back across the town square. Again, a few drivers saw me, but Josh and his girlfriend had long gone. It was starting to get dark now, and I was a little more invisible in my nudity. I was still seen though, more people in cars than people on the street, but I still got that thrill, knowing they could see my whole body, see my nakedness, and it was a surprise and maybe a treat for them.I started to head back out of town. The stores were closed now, except one along the end of a row, a convenience store. I’d been walking and jogging for over an hour now and I had quite a thirst. I’d not had anywhere to keep money, what with being completely naked, but I had a $5 bill stuffed in one of my shoes.I walked into the convenience store. There were no customers inside, just a guy behind the counter. He raised an eyebrow when I walked in.“Warm out?” he asked.“Yeah,” I smiled, “seemed like a nice evening but I didn’t have a thing to wear.”He laughed as I grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and pulled the bill from my shoe. “I was wondering where you were keeping your money.”“Hey,” I joked, “it was here, or; ” I left it hanging.He laughed again as he rang up my purchase. "So you on a bet or something?“"Something like that, yeah.”“Well alright,” he said. “Don’t get yourself into trouble.”“I won’t,” I said, popping the soda as I left the store.It was amazing how people who had no reason to expect a guy walking around naked were pretty relaxed about the reality of it, I thought as I continued on my walk. The couple in the plaza, the guy in the store; they had reacted, sure; I liked having my nudity noticed, I wouldn’t be an exhibitionist if I didn’t enjoy that. But I’d expected running, shouting, “think of the children” reactions, and a quick call to the cops. But people seemed to be taking my nakedness in the spirit I intended it to. It was my parting gift to the town, really; their last sight of me would be nude in public, and if nothing else, at least it would be memorable!To be continued in part 2.By Requiax, for Literotica

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Exhibitionist guy bares all to say goodbye to his hometown. A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. It was moving day. My parents and my kid sister had already driven off, following the truck from the moving company, filled with all our things. I grew up in this house and came of age here, but we were finally moving. My dad's work had taken him to a new state, and a new home, and the family was going with him. [[MORE]] I'd be joining them later. It was the start of the fall semester and I was going to be travelling back to college first. My car, parked in the driveway, was loaded up with everything I will be taking back to my dorm. First chance I got in the coming weeks, I was going to drive over to the new house and help get things sorted, but mom and dad were insistent I go back to college first. I stood in the driveway, looking at our empty house. I was alone now. The neighbours and our friends had all been and said their goodbyes. The keys were with the realtor. My things were all packed. It was coming to the end of what had been a long day. It was nearly time to go, to set off in my car and never come back to the town that had been my home for most of my 20 years of life. But I had one final thing I wanted to do first. I stood beside the car and looked around the street. There was nobody in the immediate vicinity, which was good. Don't get me wrong, I was expecting an audience; I wanted one. But not before I'd started, not when they could still put a stop to my fun and cause me a heap of trouble. But, luckily, the neighbours were all indoors, nobody walking by or out in their front yards. I took a deep breath. I was nervous, but also excited, buzzing with the anticipation of fulfilling an ambition I'd had for many years now. Grasping the hem of my t-shirt, I pulled it quickly over my head. I let it drop to the floor and stood a moment. There was nothing wrong with standing in my driveway shirtless, after all; I'd done it plenty of times, on hot afternoons, shooting in the basketball hoop up over the garage door. There was a breeze today but it was warm on my bare chest. I kicked off my shoes; slip on Vans, easy to take on and off; I'd be putting them back on before I went. The asphalt of the driveway was hot and rough against the soles of my feet. A further breath to steady my nerves, and then I unbuckled my brown leather belt. I unfastened my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I was wearing just my boxer briefs now; tight shorts, already bulging where my excitement was having its effect. Another look round. Nobody I could see, nobody who could see this yet. Thumb in my waistband, I yanked down my boxers and stepped out of them. I was nude. I paused a moment, examining my own reflection in the car windshield. Blonde hair, a little too long; I'd not had a cut all summer. Smooth face; handsome, I'm told, in a surfer sort of way, although I never seem to have much luck with girls. My bare body; lightly tanned, except for the whiter area where I would normally be wearing shorts. Athletic, some muscle definition, a summer of basketball and gym workouts and healthy eating paying off. My pubic hair; like most guys my age, I went in for cropping it short with clippers, rather than shaving outright; taking a razor to my balls and my shaft for a smooth finish there. My cock; unusually in this time and place, uncircumcised; stirring with excitement. I grinned, and slipped my feet back into my sneakers. Then I set off to walk the streets of my hometown naked. Nude Fantasies I'd fantasised about being nude in public for years. Since I first discovered jerking off, all the way back in my early teens, I've had an exhibitionist side. The thought of being seen naked or being watched while I masturbate was a huge turn-on for me. I experimented in various ways with this, some more successful than others, but I always chickened out of fulfilling my greatest fantasy, which was to fully expose myself somewhere very public. It wasn't so much that I lacked courage to do this, but that I was very aware even at a young age of what the repercussions might be if I, a young man, were to publicly expose myself. In all my fantasies, I had a willing audience; but I knew that in reality, being seen naked (and likely aroused) in public would get me into a lot of trouble. I had to live in this town, attend school in this town, and have family and friends share this town with me. If I went naked in public, people who knew me would get to hear about it and I'd have to live with the reputation of being a pervert, a freak who got off on showing people his cock. I mean, I was a pervert, and I did get off on showing people my cock; but I didn't want my friends and family to know that! My personal reputation mattered more to me than my sexual fantasies; so no matter what I would plan out in my head, I would never go through with it. Even when I went away to college, I always knew I would need to come back here, to this small town, and I knew my family needed to be able to live here, to be able to hold their heads up proud as upstanding members of their community. I couldn't condemn my parents to be known as the people whose kid waved his cock around in the street. When, this year, my parents told us we would be moving, and that we would be moving so far away that all our ties with this town and the people in it would be cut, it was a liberating moment for me. Suddenly, my carefully cultivated reputation and standing in the community had an expiration date; after moving day, what people thought of me wouldn't matter. So what if I was suddenly revealed as a crazy naked pervert? I would never see any of these people again, and nor would any of my family. They could gossip in high school and the coffee shops and the bars all they liked about how Chris Gill had run around naked in public with a boner on; I would never hear any of it. I spent much of the summer planning my naked adventure. I made sure I was taking care of my body; I figured that a good-looking young guy in good shape might get a pass on running around naked in comparison to a guy who, well, was not looking his best. So I kept up my gym routine, played a lot of sports and watched what I ate. I considered sunbathing nude, to get rid of any tan marks I might acquire, but it was hard to do with family and friends always around so I never actually managed that. But I did make sure that I looked as good nude as possible; I wanted to feel confident when I had everything on show, after all. I needed to plan and time the right opportunity, too. I couldn't do it any day before moving day; if my family were still in town when I did it, it might still reach them. I wasn't moving away from them, so they were the people I couldn't let find out about my naked plan; or the shame and stigma would just travel with me. But if I moved with them, I would have to concoct an excuse to come back afterwards to carry out my exhibitionism. When, by coincidence, moving day and the day I was due to return to college fell on the same day, this solved all my problems. I would help my family with the moving and, when all was completed, I would load up my own car. They would drive with the moving truck to the new house, I would drive myself back to college, and we'd meet up in a few weeks. And, of course, once they had gone and my own packing was done, I would do as I had done now; take off all of my clothes in the driveway, and go for one last walk around town. It helped with the time, too. It was around 6:30pm by the time my family went on their way, so my streak was going to end up taking place in the early evening. This was my preferred time; light enough that there would still be people around (and there would still be enough visibility for them to see my nakedness clearly) but late enough in the day that there would not be huge numbers of people about. While being seen naked in the middle of the day by dozens and dozens of people would be an incredible thrill, it also greatly raised the odds that someone would call the cops; and I had no intention of getting a police record for this. That, again, would be something I might not be able to escape quite as easily as I could escape the gossip of ordinary townsfolk, and might well work its way back to my parents, something I definitely didn't want to happen. That was another reason why I didn't want to get seen by my neighbours before I got going; I might set off, only to find the cops waiting for me on my return. But, as it was, all was quiet as I turned out of the driveway and into the street. I set off, briskly walking and occasionally jogging when the mood took me. I liked the way my cock and balls moved when I ran, and the feel of the warm breeze on my bare skin; but I was in no hurry, and didn't want to dash around unseen by anyone. Walking the dog As it was, I covered maybe a block and a half before the first person saw me. It was a woman; I didn't know her but I guessed she was in her 40s. She was out walking a little dog, one of those purse dogs, on a thin leash. She was paying attention to the dog at first and didn't see me; but when she looked up as I walked into her view, her mouth dropped a little and she stared. I smiled as I approached. I felt her eyes travel down my body, her gaze falling to my crotch and my exposed cock and balls. She didn't say anything though, not even when I gave a cheerful "evening, ma'am," as I passed by her. She was attractive, though (I've always had a liking for older women; that is, older than me; not necessarily that old but when you're 20, a 40-year old woman has 20 years' experience on you and still looks damn good), and as I carried on down the street I glanced back over my shoulder she had stopped and was watching my bare ass, an appreciative expression on my face. That was the perfect reaction to me, and out of her view, my cock stirred and stiffened in acknowledgement. Fully erect, I gave my cock a couple of encouraging tugs with my hand, relishing the sensation and the pleasure it gave. I wasn't going to masturbate just yet, although I felt that if I did I would have blown my wad straight away; but a few strokes just to bring me that little bit closer was very welcome. The Parade picks up I remained erect for the next few minutes, but saw no other pedestrians. Cars, though, passed me; some honking horns in acknowledgement of my nakedness; some, drivers or passengers, staring as they went by; the rest giving no outward sign they had even seen me. I relished each encounter, knowing it meant someone; man or woman, adult or kid, had seen my naked body out in public and was left wondering, what was the story here? Way was this guy walking naked and with a hard-on in full view? They would just have to wonder. The evening breeze did a little to quell my building arousal though, and without further attention from my hands my erection began to subside. I was soon only semi-hard (my favourite state to be in as it made me seem more well-endowed; my cock when flaccid was not small by any means but like this I felt I looked even better nude) as I made my way from residential streets into more communal areas of town. Here were more people, both in cars and on foot. Folks were leaving off a late working shift or at the end of the day for their businesses, men and women heading out early to one or two nearby bars. Some high school kids were skateboarding on an array of steps. All saw me walking quickly down the street, naked as the day I came into this world. People stared, some shouted stuff or whistled. Some, disappointingly, looked on then turned away, anger or disgust on their faces; I couldn't help their prudishness, but I was prepared for it. Being seen naked was something that was, for me, a turn-on; but I also held they view that nudity, mine or anyone else's, was harmless and not something to be treated as shameful or obscene. I hated the "think of the children" attitude that people harboured; seeing a guy or a girl naked outside the bedroom or locker room was not something I felt had any capacity to damage another person in any way. We're all human, and human anatomy shouldn't be cause for offence as far as I am concerned. Shock, surprise, humour, pleasure; these were fine with me, perfectly natural reactions to seeing an athletic 20-year-old guy walking around town in the nude. But don't be offended because you can see my penis, there's nothing offensive about it. I suppose I've never been shy about my body. Changing in the locker room, skinny dipping with friends, showering with the door open; none of these things have been a source of embarrassment for me. I have a roommate at college and he's seen me naked so many times I lose count. Occasionally when it's hot and we have to study I will just come in from the shower, drop my towel and study in the nude. He's never raised an objection (although I'm careful not to let on how arousing I sometimes find it). My point is, I'm kind of akin to a nudist in terms of my attitude to nakedness. It's natural, it's pleasurable (for me at least) and if you have a problem with it, well, you need to work on that. Fortunately, disapproving looks were all the negativity I received; nobody came to remonstrate with me for my nakedness, and most people seemed merely surprised, or even amused or appreciative of my exposed state. I didn't dally, though; I felt a need to keep moving, in case anyone who saw me was about to phone the cops and severely ruin my day. Familiarity I saw the first person I knew on that route into town, too. One of my old high school teachers, was loading up his car as I walked down the street. He looked at me but I can't say for certain he recognised me; I definitely recognised him though. Further down the street, a shopkeeper whose store I regularly visited was just closing up as I approached, and called out my name in disbelief when he saw me. I gave a casual, "hey" and kept on walking. Soon enough, I'd passed the storefronts and made it to the town square. During the day this would have been one of the busiest parts of town but by now it was pretty quiet, and I was only seen by a few motorists and a couple of girls off in the distance as I crossed the square. My destination was a small plaza just off the square. It was kind of a park, I supposed, albeit a small one, just some grass, trees and a couple of benches. These benches were my destination; when I planned out my route, I had intended to get here and go no further. I planned to sit a short while and chill before making my way back to the old family home. I wasn't certain but I felt I would probably masturbate en route, so as to be less likely to be far from home when, post-orgasm, my euphoria and arousal would likely give way to a feeling of vulnerability. A Show At The Park I entered the plaza and sat on the bench nearest the way I had come in. The wood was still warm from the day's sun, and felt pleasant against my naked body. I leaned back, arms across the back of the seat, legs parted. My cock began to stiffen and I closed my eyes, replaying the stages of my journey in my head. I heard the sound of people approach me, and a voice say "hey." A female voice. "Hey," I said in a friendly way, opening my eyes. There were two people standing over me; a guy and a girl. It looked like they were a couple. She was petite and dark haired; maybe some Asian heritage?; wearing jean shorts, a raglan top, sneakers. He was skinny, wearing basketball shorts and a punk band t-shirt. They looked younger than me by a couple of years. I worried, for a moment. The girl, on her own, wouldn't have bothered me. Nor, for that matter, would the guy; I'm as turned on by guys seeing me as I am by girls. But the two together approaching me gave me concern. Maybe he would be mad I was exposing myself to his girlfriend and get aggressive. Maybe she was upset at seeing me and wanted him to teach me a lesson. I reckoned I could take the guy in a fight, he didn't look like much; but I'm not that type of guy and I'd rather avoid those sort of situations if I can. But they didn't seem mad at me; both seemed quite friendly in their manner and speech. And in the end, an audience is an audience, and I certainly wasn't going to complain at having one. The girl, for her part, seemed unafraid, and sat down on the opposite side of the bench to me. Her boyfriend stayed standing; but in a non-threatening way. "Why are you naked?" the girl asked. "Where are your clothes?" "Back at my house," I said, answering the second question first. "You walked here naked?" the guy said, disbelieving. "Yup," I answered proudly. "Why would you do that?" asked his girlfriend. "Why aren't you wearing clothes?" I thought for a moment. Why not be honest? They seemed quite keen to know, and I was happy to tell them. "Well," I said, "I'm leaving town today. I lived here, like, most of my life, and I always wanted to do something like this." The guy grinned. "Well, it is pretty boring round here!" I laughed. "True! But this is a bit more than just livening things up." "What do you mean?" the girl asked. "Well," I carried on, "to be honest, being naked, out in public like this, it really feels good to me. In fact, it makes me feel pretty turned on." She laughed. "Yeah, I can see that!" I looked down and my cock was semi-hard, verging on hard again; I'd not even noticed, I'd been absorbed in our brief conversation. "Aw, sorry," I grinned. "Don't be," she said. "Well, sorry to your boyfriend, at least." "Aw, he's not bothered," she laughed. I looked at him. "You're not?" I asked "Nah dude," he said off-handedly. "Rock out with your cock out. It's all cool. If I had your bod, I wouldn't be shy either." I laughed. "Are you guys for real?" The girl nodded. "Uh-huh. We saw you across the square and just had to come talk to you. Josh wouldn't stop staring at your weiner." I looked at the boyfriend; evidently Josh; who flushed a little. But there was no denying she was probably right; the sort of gym shorts he was wearing are lousy at hiding if you have an erection, and Josh was definitely starting to pitch a tent there. There was a moment of silence between the three of us then. In my stomach, butterflies stirred. I think I had some fans here, maybe someone with the start of a crush even. Maybe two crushes. Well, I wasn't going to disappoint them. I adjusted my position slightly to give a better view, then took my now rock-hard cock in my hand. I began to stroke it, slowly, as we talked to each other. The girl turned, resting her elbows on her knees, looking straight at me, taking it all in. Josh just looked down and grinned. "Dude, for real?" he said. "You gonna jerk off here?" I paused. "I can stop, if you like." "No," the girl said. "I wanna see." I looked again at Josh, seeking permission. "Okay by me," he grinned. I resumed my slow, relaxed stroking, fingers and thumb wrapped good around my shaft. I was already building up to climax, I knew this wouldn't be a long wank, but I wanted to make the most of it. "How old are you guys?" I asked. "Eighteen," the girl replied. "That's a relief," I laughed. "At least I'm not whacking it in front of a minor." She giggled. "You don't have to do it here." "True," I acknowledged, "but I'm gonna, all the same." Both of them smiled. I was stroking harder now, more swiftly. I felt the pleasure throbbing in my shaft, the knot in the base of my cock that would soon release. I had no reason to hold back any more and my rhythmic strokes increased. I sensed their eyes on me; hers especially were entirely on my cock, staring intently at it. That was enough to send me over the crest. I grunted, teeth gritted, as the knot burst and my cock spasmed with an orgasm that spread over me, radiating through me. Thick, warm, white spunk spurted rhythmically from the end of my hard cock, landing on the asphalt of the path and, as the flow ended, dripping onto the wood of the bench on which I sat. I continued to masturbate, lessening my stroke, until my orgasm subsided and my cock pulsed no more. I felt dizzy for a moment, dazed with coming down from my arousal. I tipped back my head and breathed deeply, hand still squeezing my cock, wringing out the last drops of sperm. "Wow," the girl said, "you really enjoyed that, huh?" I just smiled, and nodded. Hard to play it cool when you've just come in front of a stranger; harder still when that stranger is a pretty girl & accompanied by her boyfriend. "Did you?" I asked, after a moment. "I guess," she said. "You have a nice; penis." She blushed. "Sorry babe," she said to Josh. He just laughed. "It's true," he shrugged, "he's got a nice cock." "Nicer than his?" I asked jokingly. The girl just squealed, blushing again and burying her face in her hands. "We haven't; er;" Josh said, by way of explanation. "Oh!" I said, with a laugh. "Say," I asked, indicating my softening, dripping cock "I don't suppose you have a Kleenex on you?" The girl stood up, rummaging in her pocket, and pulled out a napkin. Instead of handing it to me, though, she reached out and, taking my cock in one hand, wiped it off with the napkin in the other. Her touch on my member was warm and slight, and another spasm of pleasure shot through me. She blushed again and withdrew her hand quickly. "Sorry," she said. "Don't apologise to me," I replied, "apologise to your boyfriend!" In truth, I was getting a little worried. Josh seemed good-natured, and maybe he had a thing for guys as much as girls. But I felt like I was starting to step on his turf, and I was concerned that the longer we stayed together the more his girlfriend was going to get curious about touching, and much as I like to think I'm not the sort of guy to cuckold a dude, in my current state I wasn't so sure I'd stop her. So I took the napkin from my hand, blotted the last of the spunk from my now flaccid cock and stood up. The girl leaned behind me, ogling me. "Oh my God I see what you mean," she exclaimed to Josh. "He really does have a cute ass!" She turned to me. "Why didn't you let me see that before?" I shrugged, "sorry," I said. "You're welcome to watch all you like while I walk out of here." "Yeah," Josh said, "you probably shouldn't hang around naked here all night. Cops come by often." Much as I thought he was probably offering genuine advice, I sensed as well that he kinda wanted some private time with his girlfriend. "Thanks for the warning," I replied. "And for being a good audience." She grinned. "Thanks for the show," she said. She slid an arm around her boyfriend's waist, and the two of them laughed as they walked off. Just as they went out of sight, I saw her slip her hand into the waistband of his still-tenting shorts. I laughed to myself. Whatever it was that those two had never done, they were probably going to do tonight! I regained my own composure, and set off myself. I had expected to feel vulnerable about my nudity now I had come. Often in the past when I had done something exhibitionist and ended up masturbating, I would lose some of that compulsion to be naked and end up finding my way quickly back to clothing or coverage. But despite my orgasm I still felt excited and aroused to be naked in public. I knew I needed to head back to the family home but I was in no hurry, I thought I would probably have a little fun along the way. Refueling I left the plaza and went back across the town square. Again, a few drivers saw me, but Josh and his girlfriend had long gone. It was starting to get dark now, and I was a little more invisible in my nudity. I was still seen though, more people in cars than people on the street, but I still got that thrill, knowing they could see my whole body, see my nakedness, and it was a surprise and maybe a treat for them. I started to head back out of town. The stores were closed now, except one along the end of a row, a convenience store. I'd been walking and jogging for over an hour now and I had quite a thirst. I'd not had anywhere to keep money, what with being completely naked, but I had a $5 bill stuffed in one of my shoes. I walked into the convenience store. There were no customers inside, just a guy behind the counter. He raised an eyebrow when I walked in. "Warm out?" he asked. "Yeah," I smiled, "seemed like a nice evening but I didn't have a thing to wear." He laughed as I grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and pulled the bill from my shoe. "I was wondering where you were keeping your money." "Hey," I joked, "it was here, or; " I left it hanging. He laughed again as he rang up my purchase. "So you on a bet or something?" "Something like that, yeah." "Well alright," he said. "Don't get yourself into trouble." "I won't," I said, popping the soda as I left the store. It was amazing how people who had no reason to expect a guy walking around naked were pretty relaxed about the reality of it, I thought as I continued on my walk. The couple in the plaza, the guy in the store; they had reacted, sure; I liked having my nudity noticed, I wouldn't be an exhibitionist if I didn't enjoy that. But I'd expected running, shouting, "think of the children" reactions, and a quick call to the cops. But people seemed to be taking my nakedness in the spirit I intended it to. It was my parting gift to the town, really; their last sight of me would be nude in public, and if nothing else, at least it would be memorable! To be continued in part 2. By Requiax, for Literotica

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Leaving Town: Part 1

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Play Episode Listen Later Feb 6, 2024


Exhibitionist guy bares all to say goodbye to his hometown.A 2-part story By Requiax. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.It was moving day.My parents and my kid sister had already driven off, following the truck from the moving company, filled with all our things.I grew up in this house and came of age here, but we were finally moving. My dad’s work had taken him to a new state, and a new home, and the family was going with him.I’d be joining them later. It was the start of the fall semester and I was going to be travelling back to college first. My car, parked in the driveway, was loaded up with everything I will be taking back to my dorm. First chance I got in the coming weeks, I was going to drive over to the new house and help get things sorted, but mom and dad were insistent I go back to college first.I stood in the driveway, looking at our empty house. I was alone now. The neighbours and our friends had all been and said their goodbyes. The keys were with the realtor. My things were all packed. It was coming to the end of what had been a long day.It was nearly time to go, to set off in my car and never come back to the town that had been my home for most of my 20 years of life. But I had one final thing I wanted to do first.I stood beside the car and looked around the street. There was nobody in the immediate vicinity, which was good. Don’t get me wrong, I was expecting an audience; I wanted one. But not before I’d started, not when they could still put a stop to my fun and cause me a heap of trouble.But, luckily, the neighbours were all indoors, nobody walking by or out in their front yards.I took a deep breath. I was nervous, but also excited, buzzing with the anticipation of fulfilling an ambition I’d had for many years now.Grasping the hem of my t-shirt, I pulled it quickly over my head. I let it drop to the floor and stood a moment. There was nothing wrong with standing in my driveway shirtless, after all; I’d done it plenty of times, on hot afternoons, shooting in the basketball hoop up over the garage door. There was a breeze today but it was warm on my bare chest.I kicked off my shoes; slip on Vans, easy to take on and off; I’d be putting them back on before I went. The asphalt of the driveway was hot and rough against the soles of my feet.A further breath to steady my nerves, and then I unbuckled my brown leather belt. I unfastened my jeans and let them fall to the floor. I was wearing just my boxer briefs now; tight shorts, already bulging where my excitement was having its effect.Another look round. Nobody I could see, nobody who could see this yet.Thumb in my waistband, I yanked down my boxers and stepped out of them. I was nude.I paused a moment, examining my own reflection in the car windshield. Blonde hair, a little too long; I’d not had a cut all summer. Smooth face; handsome, I’m told, in a surfer sort of way, although I never seem to have much luck with girls. My bare body; lightly tanned, except for the whiter area where I would normally be wearing shorts. Athletic, some muscle definition, a summer of basketball and gym workouts and healthy eating paying off. My pubic hair; like most guys my age, I went in for cropping it short with clippers, rather than shaving outright; taking a razor to my balls and my shaft for a smooth finish there. My cock; unusually in this time and place, uncircumcised; stirring with excitement.I grinned, and slipped my feet back into my sneakers. Then I set off to walk the streets of my hometown naked.Nude FantasiesI'd fantasised about being nude in public for years. Since I first discovered jerking off, all the way back in my early teens, I’ve had an exhibitionist side. The thought of being seen naked or being watched while I masturbate was a huge turn-on for me. I experimented in various ways with this, some more successful than others, but I always chickened out of fulfilling my greatest fantasy, which was to fully expose myself somewhere very public.It wasn’t so much that I lacked courage to do this, but that I was very aware even at a young age of what the repercussions might be if I, a young man, were to publicly expose myself. In all my fantasies, I had a willing audience; but I knew that in reality, being seen naked (and likely aroused) in public would get me into a lot of trouble. I had to live in this town, attend school in this town, and have family and friends share this town with me. If I went naked in public, people who knew me would get to hear about it and I’d have to live with the reputation of being a pervert, a freak who got off on showing people his cock.I mean, I was a pervert, and I did get off on showing people my cock; but I didn’t want my friends and family to know that! My personal reputation mattered more to me than my sexual fantasies; so no matter what I would plan out in my head, I would never go through with it. Even when I went away to college, I always knew I would need to come back here, to this small town, and I knew my family needed to be able to live here, to be able to hold their heads up proud as upstanding members of their community. I couldn’t condemn my parents to be known as the people whose kid waved his cock around in the street.When, this year, my parents told us we would be moving, and that we would be moving so far away that all our ties with this town and the people in it would be cut, it was a liberating moment for me. Suddenly, my carefully cultivated reputation and standing in the community had an expiration date; after moving day, what people thought of me wouldn’t matter. So what if I was suddenly revealed as a crazy naked pervert? I would never see any of these people again, and nor would any of my family. They could gossip in high school and the coffee shops and the bars all they liked about how Chris Gill had run around naked in public with a boner on; I would never hear any of it.I spent much of the summer planning my naked adventure. I made sure I was taking care of my body; I figured that a good-looking young guy in good shape might get a pass on running around naked in comparison to a guy who, well, was not looking his best. So I kept up my gym routine, played a lot of sports and watched what I ate. I considered sunbathing nude, to get rid of any tan marks I might acquire, but it was hard to do with family and friends always around so I never actually managed that. But I did make sure that I looked as good nude as possible; I wanted to feel confident when I had everything on show, after all.I needed to plan and time the right opportunity, too. I couldn’t do it any day before moving day; if my family were still in town when I did it, it might still reach them. I wasn’t moving away from them, so they were the people I couldn’t let find out about my naked plan; or the shame and stigma would just travel with me. But if I moved with them, I would have to concoct an excuse to come back afterwards to carry out my exhibitionism.When, by coincidence, moving day and the day I was due to return to college fell on the same day, this solved all my problems. I would help my family with the moving and, when all was completed, I would load up my own car. They would drive with the moving truck to the new house, I would drive myself back to college, and we’d meet up in a few weeks. And, of course, once they had gone and my own packing was done, I would do as I had done now; take off all of my clothes in the driveway, and go for one last walk around town.It helped with the time, too. It was around 6:30pm by the time my family went on their way, so my streak was going to end up taking place in the early evening. This was my preferred time; light enough that there would still be people around (and there would still be enough visibility for them to see my nakedness clearly) but late enough in the day that there would not be huge numbers of people about. While being seen naked in the middle of the day by dozens and dozens of people would be an incredible thrill, it also greatly raised the odds that someone would call the cops; and I had no intention of getting a police record for this. That, again, would be something I might not be able to escape quite as easily as I could escape the gossip of ordinary townsfolk, and might well work its way back to my parents, something I definitely didn’t want to happen.That was another reason why I didn’t want to get seen by my neighbours before I got going; I might set off, only to find the cops waiting for me on my return.But, as it was, all was quiet as I turned out of the driveway and into the street.I set off, briskly walking and occasionally jogging when the mood took me. I liked the way my cock and balls moved when I ran, and the feel of the warm breeze on my bare skin; but I was in no hurry, and didn’t want to dash around unseen by anyone.Walking the dogAs it was, I covered maybe a block and a half before the first person saw me. It was a woman; I didn’t know her but I guessed she was in her 40s. She was out walking a little dog, one of those purse dogs, on a thin leash. She was paying attention to the dog at first and didn’t see me; but when she looked up as I walked into her view, her mouth dropped a little and she stared.I smiled as I approached. I felt her eyes travel down my body, her gaze falling to my crotch and my exposed cock and balls. She didn’t say anything though, not even when I gave a cheerful “evening, ma'am,” as I passed by her. She was attractive, though (I’ve always had a liking for older women; that is, older than me; not necessarily that old but when you’re 20, a 40-year old woman has 20 years’ experience on you and still looks damn good), and as I carried on down the street I glanced back over my shoulder she had stopped and was watching my bare ass, an appreciative expression on my face. That was the perfect reaction to me, and out of her view, my cock stirred and stiffened in acknowledgement. Fully erect, I gave my cock a couple of encouraging tugs with my hand, relishing the sensation and the pleasure it gave. I wasn’t going to masturbate just yet, although I felt that if I did I would have blown my wad straight away; but a few strokes just to bring me that little bit closer was very welcome.The Parade picks upI remained erect for the next few minutes, but saw no other pedestrians. Cars, though, passed me; some honking horns in acknowledgement of my nakedness; some, drivers or passengers, staring as they went by; the rest giving no outward sign they had even seen me. I relished each encounter, knowing it meant someone; man or woman, adult or kid, had seen my naked body out in public and was left wondering, what was the story here? Way was this guy walking naked and with a hard-on in full view? They would just have to wonder.The evening breeze did a little to quell my building arousal though, and without further attention from my hands my erection began to subside. I was soon only semi-hard (my favourite state to be in as it made me seem more well-endowed; my cock when flaccid was not small by any means but like this I felt I looked even better nude) as I made my way from residential streets into more communal areas of town.Here were more people, both in cars and on foot. Folks were leaving off a late working shift or at the end of the day for their businesses, men and women heading out early to one or two nearby bars. Some high school kids were skateboarding on an array of steps. All saw me walking quickly down the street, naked as the day I came into this world. People stared, some shouted stuff or whistled. Some, disappointingly, looked on then turned away, anger or disgust on their faces; I couldn’t help their prudishness, but I was prepared for it. Being seen naked was something that was, for me, a turn-on; but I also held they view that nudity, mine or anyone else’s, was harmless and not something to be treated as shameful or obscene. I hated the “think of the children” attitude that people harboured; seeing a guy or a girl naked outside the bedroom or locker room was not something I felt had any capacity to damage another person in any way. We’re all human, and human anatomy shouldn’t be cause for offence as far as I am concerned. Shock, surprise, humour, pleasure; these were fine with me, perfectly natural reactions to seeing an athletic 20-year-old guy walking around town in the nude. But don’t be offended because you can see my penis, there’s nothing offensive about it.I suppose I’ve never been shy about my body. Changing in the locker room, skinny dipping with friends, showering with the door open; none of these things have been a source of embarrassment for me. I have a roommate at college and he’s seen me naked so many times I lose count. Occasionally when it’s hot and we have to study I will just come in from the shower, drop my towel and study in the nude. He’s never raised an objection (although I’m careful not to let on how arousing I sometimes find it). My point is, I’m kind of akin to a nudist in terms of my attitude to nakedness. It’s natural, it’s pleasurable (for me at least) and if you have a problem with it, well, you need to work on that.Fortunately, disapproving looks were all the negativity I received; nobody came to remonstrate with me for my nakedness, and most people seemed merely surprised, or even amused or appreciative of my exposed state. I didn’t dally, though; I felt a need to keep moving, in case anyone who saw me was about to phone the cops and severely ruin my day.FamiliarityI saw the first person I knew on that route into town, too. One of my old high school teachers, was loading up his car as I walked down the street. He looked at me but I can’t say for certain he recognised me; I definitely recognised him though. Further down the street, a shopkeeper whose store I regularly visited was just closing up as I approached, and called out my name in disbelief when he saw me. I gave a casual, “hey” and kept on walking.Soon enough, I’d passed the storefronts and made it to the town square. During the day this would have been one of the busiest parts of town but by now it was pretty quiet, and I was only seen by a few motorists and a couple of girls off in the distance as I crossed the square.My destination was a small plaza just off the square. It was kind of a park, I supposed, albeit a small one, just some grass, trees and a couple of benches. These benches were my destination; when I planned out my route, I had intended to get here and go no further. I planned to sit a short while and chill before making my way back to the old family home. I wasn’t certain but I felt I would probably masturbate en route, so as to be less likely to be far from home when, post-orgasm, my euphoria and arousal would likely give way to a feeling of vulnerability.A Show At The ParkI entered the plaza and sat on the bench nearest the way I had come in. The wood was still warm from the day’s sun, and felt pleasant against my naked body. I leaned back, arms across the back of the seat, legs parted. My cock began to stiffen and I closed my eyes, replaying the stages of my journey in my head.I heard the sound of people approach me, and a voice say “hey." A female voice."Hey,” I said in a friendly way, opening my eyes.There were two people standing over me; a guy and a girl. It looked like they were a couple. She was petite and dark haired; maybe some Asian heritage?; wearing jean shorts, a raglan top, sneakers. He was skinny, wearing basketball shorts and a punk band t-shirt. They looked younger than me by a couple of years.I worried, for a moment. The girl, on her own, wouldn’t have bothered me. Nor, for that matter, would the guy; I’m as turned on by guys seeing me as I am by girls. But the two together approaching me gave me concern. Maybe he would be mad I was exposing myself to his girlfriend and get aggressive. Maybe she was upset at seeing me and wanted him to teach me a lesson. I reckoned I could take the guy in a fight, he didn’t look like much; but I’m not that type of guy and I’d rather avoid those sort of situations if I can.But they didn’t seem mad at me; both seemed quite friendly in their manner and speech. And in the end, an audience is an audience, and I certainly wasn’t going to complain at having one. The girl, for her part, seemed unafraid, and sat down on the opposite side of the bench to me. Her boyfriend stayed standing; but in a non-threatening way.“Why are you naked?” the girl asked. “Where are your clothes?”“Back at my house,” I said, answering the second question first.“You walked here naked?” the guy said, disbelieving.“Yup,” I answered proudly.“Why would you do that?” asked his girlfriend. “Why aren’t you wearing clothes?”I thought for a moment. Why not be honest? They seemed quite keen to know, and I was happy to tell them.“Well,” I said, “I’m leaving town today. I lived here, like, most of my life, and I always wanted to do something like this.”The guy grinned. “Well, it is pretty boring round here!”I laughed. “True! But this is a bit more than just livening things up.”“What do you mean?” the girl asked.“Well,” I carried on, “to be honest, being naked, out in public like this, it really feels good to me. In fact, it makes me feel pretty turned on.”She laughed. “Yeah, I can see that!” I looked down and my cock was semi-hard, verging on hard again; I’d not even noticed, I’d been absorbed in our brief conversation.“Aw, sorry,” I grinned.“Don’t be,” she said.“Well, sorry to your boyfriend, at least.”“Aw, he’s not bothered,” she laughed. I looked at him.“You’re not?” I asked“Nah dude,” he said off-handedly. “Rock out with your cock out. It’s all cool. If I had your bod, I wouldn’t be shy either.”I laughed. “Are you guys for real?”The girl nodded. “Uh-huh. We saw you across the square and just had to come talk to you. Josh wouldn’t stop staring at your weiner.”I looked at the boyfriend; evidently Josh; who flushed a little. But there was no denying she was probably right; the sort of gym shorts he was wearing are lousy at hiding if you have an erection, and Josh was definitely starting to pitch a tent there.There was a moment of silence between the three of us then. In my stomach, butterflies stirred. I think I had some fans here, maybe someone with the start of a crush even. Maybe two crushes. Well, I wasn’t going to disappoint them.I adjusted my position slightly to give a better view, then took my now rock-hard cock in my hand. I began to stroke it, slowly, as we talked to each other. The girl turned, resting her elbows on her knees, looking straight at me, taking it all in. Josh just looked down and grinned.“Dude, for real?” he said. “You gonna jerk off here?”I paused. “I can stop, if you like.”“No,” the girl said. “I wanna see.”I looked again at Josh, seeking permission. “Okay by me,” he grinned.I resumed my slow, relaxed stroking, fingers and thumb wrapped good around my shaft. I was already building up to climax, I knew this wouldn’t be a long wank, but I wanted to make the most of it.“How old are you guys?” I asked.“Eighteen,” the girl replied.“That’s a relief,” I laughed. “At least I’m not whacking it in front of a minor.”She giggled. “You don’t have to do it here.”“True,” I acknowledged, “but I’m gonna, all the same.”Both of them smiled.I was stroking harder now, more swiftly. I felt the pleasure throbbing in my shaft, the knot in the base of my cock that would soon release. I had no reason to hold back any more and my rhythmic strokes increased. I sensed their eyes on me; hers especially were entirely on my cock, staring intently at it. That was enough to send me over the crest. I grunted, teeth gritted, as the knot burst and my cock spasmed with an orgasm that spread over me, radiating through me. Thick, warm, white spunk spurted rhythmically from the end of my hard cock, landing on the asphalt of the path and, as the flow ended, dripping onto the wood of the bench on which I sat. I continued to masturbate, lessening my stroke, until my orgasm subsided and my cock pulsed no more.I felt dizzy for a moment, dazed with coming down from my arousal. I tipped back my head and breathed deeply, hand still squeezing my cock, wringing out the last drops of sperm.“Wow,” the girl said, “you really enjoyed that, huh?”I just smiled, and nodded. Hard to play it cool when you’ve just come in front of a stranger; harder still when that stranger is a pretty girl & accompanied by her boyfriend.“Did you?” I asked, after a moment.“I guess,” she said. “You have a nice; penis.” She blushed. “Sorry babe,” she said to Josh. He just laughed.“It’s true,” he shrugged, “he’s got a nice cock.”“Nicer than his?” I asked jokingly. The girl just squealed, blushing again and burying her face in her hands.“We haven’t; er;” Josh said, by way of explanation.“Oh!” I said, with a laugh. “Say,” I asked, indicating my softening, dripping cock “I don’t suppose you have a Kleenex on you?”The girl stood up, rummaging in her pocket, and pulled out a napkin. Instead of handing it to me, though, she reached out and, taking my cock in one hand, wiped it off with the napkin in the other. Her touch on my member was warm and slight, and another spasm of pleasure shot through me. She blushed again and withdrew her hand quickly.“Sorry,” she said.“Don't apologise to me,” I replied, “apologise to your boyfriend!” In truth, I was getting a little worried. Josh seemed good-natured, and maybe he had a thing for guys as much as girls. But I felt like I was starting to step on his turf, and I was concerned that the longer we stayed together the more his girlfriend was going to get curious about touching, and much as I like to think I’m not the sort of guy to cuckold a dude, in my current state I wasn’t so sure I’d stop her.So I took the napkin from my hand, blotted the last of the spunk from my now flaccid cock and stood up.The girl leaned behind me, ogling me. “Oh my God I see what you mean,” she exclaimed to Josh. “He really does have a cute ass!” She turned to me. “Why didn’t you let me see that before?”I shrugged, “sorry,” I said. “You’re welcome to watch all you like while I walk out of here.”“Yeah,” Josh said, “you probably shouldn’t hang around naked here all night. Cops come by often.” Much as I thought he was probably offering genuine advice, I sensed as well that he kinda wanted some private time with his girlfriend.“Thanks for the warning,” I replied. "And for being a good audience.“She grinned. "Thanks for the show,” she said. She slid an arm around her boyfriend’s waist, and the two of them laughed as they walked off. Just as they went out of sight, I saw her slip her hand into the waistband of his still-tenting shorts.I laughed to myself. Whatever it was that those two had never done, they were probably going to do tonight!I regained my own composure, and set off myself.I had expected to feel vulnerable about my nudity now I had come. Often in the past when I had done something exhibitionist and ended up masturbating, I would lose some of that compulsion to be naked and end up finding my way quickly back to clothing or coverage. But despite my orgasm I still felt excited and aroused to be naked in public. I knew I needed to head back to the family home but I was in no hurry, I thought I would probably have a little fun along the way.RefuelingI left the plaza and went back across the town square. Again, a few drivers saw me, but Josh and his girlfriend had long gone. It was starting to get dark now, and I was a little more invisible in my nudity. I was still seen though, more people in cars than people on the street, but I still got that thrill, knowing they could see my whole body, see my nakedness, and it was a surprise and maybe a treat for them.I started to head back out of town. The stores were closed now, except one along the end of a row, a convenience store. I’d been walking and jogging for over an hour now and I had quite a thirst. I’d not had anywhere to keep money, what with being completely naked, but I had a $5 bill stuffed in one of my shoes.I walked into the convenience store. There were no customers inside, just a guy behind the counter. He raised an eyebrow when I walked in.“Warm out?” he asked.“Yeah,” I smiled, “seemed like a nice evening but I didn’t have a thing to wear.”He laughed as I grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and pulled the bill from my shoe. “I was wondering where you were keeping your money.”“Hey,” I joked, “it was here, or; ” I left it hanging.He laughed again as he rang up my purchase. "So you on a bet or something?“"Something like that, yeah.”“Well alright,” he said. “Don’t get yourself into trouble.”“I won’t,” I said, popping the soda as I left the store.It was amazing how people who had no reason to expect a guy walking around naked were pretty relaxed about the reality of it, I thought as I continued on my walk. The couple in the plaza, the guy in the store; they had reacted, sure; I liked having my nudity noticed, I wouldn’t be an exhibitionist if I didn’t enjoy that. But I’d expected running, shouting, “think of the children” reactions, and a quick call to the cops. But people seemed to be taking my nakedness in the spirit I intended it to. It was my parting gift to the town, really; their last sight of me would be nude in public, and if nothing else, at least it would be memorable!To be continued in part 2.By Requiax, for Literotica

Stoa Conversations: Stoicism Applied
2023 Wrapped (Episode 109)

Stoa Conversations: Stoicism Applied

Play Episode Listen Later Jan 2, 2024 56:42


Register for a free workshop January 3rd: stoameditation.com/workshopJoin our live course – starting next week: stoameditation.com/courseHappy new year! Thanks for listening to Stoa Conversations. In this one, Caleb and Michael discuss their highlights from 2023 – one year of podcasting in public. Relive your favorite philosophical moments with them as they share the key insights from the year and shoutout guests.And let us know what you think at stoameditation.com/survey.(01:31) Stoic Psychology(06:20) Stoicism Is Deep(09:08) Thinking, Fast And Slow(13:45) Voluntary Suffering(22:17) Anger Sucks(27:26) The Stoic God(32:01) Randolph Nesse(36:04) Julia Galef(40:22) Chris Gill(45:25) Greg Sadler(48:09) Dana Gioia(51:06) What's Next For Stoa Conversations***Learn more about our new year's course: stoameditation.com/courseSubscribe to The Stoa Letter for weekly meditations, actions, and links to the best Stoic resources: www.stoaletter.com/subscribeDownload the Stoa app (it's a free download): stoameditation.com/podIf you try the Stoa app and find it useful, but truly cannot afford it, email us and we'll set you up with a free account.Listen to more episodes and learn more here: https://stoameditation.com/blog/stoa-conversations/Thanks to Michael Levy for graciously letting us use his music in the conversations: https://ancientlyre.com/

Essential Church
Mark: Skipping Christmas - Christmas 4 Everyone

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 5, 2023 33:51


Message from Chris Gill on December 3, 2023

Essential Church
Mark: Skipping Christmas - Christmas 4 Everyone

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 3, 2023 33:51


Message from Chris Gill on December 3, 2023

The Guitar Knobs
342-Interview With Chris Gill V2

The Guitar Knobs

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 16, 2023 112:04


The Knobs welcome Chris Gill back for his second episode to discuss his recent guitar shop tour of Japan. Chris has been writing for the guitar industry's most important publications for over 30 years so he knows a thing or two about gear. Japanese culture is one of his passions and Chris takes us down the streets into the guitar world of many Japanese towns and cities. Hosted by Todd Novak, Tony Dudzik, Jared Brandon and Rob Chafe   #guitarpodcast #electricguitar #pedaleffects #pedalfx #theguitarknobs #guitarknobs #guitarinterview #guitaramplifier #guitarpickups #guitarsetup #fuzz #overdrive #reverb #distortion #guitartips  Visit us at theguitarknobs.com Support our show on Patreon.com/theguitarknobs

Cleared Hot
Transition and Fostering Resilience - with Chris Gill and Michael Anthony

Cleared Hot

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 30, 2023 149:56


Chris Gill and Michael Anthony have diverse military backgrounds, and now spearhead impactful initiatives at Gratitude America, a non-profit dedicated to assisting military members, veterans, and their families in their transition to post-military life. Chris Gill, the Director of Operations at Gratitude America, speaks about his transformative expedition from being a Marine Corps helicopter crew chief to becoming a fervent advocate for veteran mental health and education. His narrative, laden with challenges, unveils how the ethos of post-traumatic growth and a nurturing community catalyzed his quest for aiding veterans in their civilian reincarnation. Michael Anthony, the Executive Director at Gratitude America, shares his narrative that navigates through his transition from a corporate educator to a committed Army Reserve Officer, and now to a staunch ally for veteran welfare. With a rich educational background and a heart geared towards service, Michael delineates how he's orchestrating change and fostering resilience among veterans. Together, they articulate the mission of Gratitude America: to provide holistic transitional support, offering a renewed sense of community and access to critical resources, thereby facilitating a smooth transition and promoting the well-being and success of veterans and their families.  Learn more about Gratitude America here: https://gratitudeamerica.org/ Explore and sign up for Starlink Service here: https://www.starlink.com/residential?referral=RC-14303-34690-52&utm_source=Starlink2MoAndy **The 2-month free offer will only show in your account after you fully complete your account and activate the service** This offer expires 12/1/23. Offer available for the United States and Canada only. The Speed of War Comic Series: https://www.thespeedofwar.com/ Sign up for the new G14 newsletter here: https://www.clearedhotpodcast.com/exclusive Check out the newest Cleared Hot Gear here: https://shop.clearedhotpodcast.com/  

Muddy River Podcasts
MRN THIS WEEK POD: Chris Gill

Muddy River Podcasts

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 17, 2023 15:36


Chris Gill of the Quincy Catholic Elementary Schools talks about his new role with the schools and how he plans to help shape the future of Catholic education in Quincy.

Essential Church
Why I Quit Community - Y I Quit

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 17, 2023 37:43


Message from Chris Gill on September 17, 2023

Stoa Conversations: Stoicism Applied
Chris Gill on Learning to Live Naturally (Episode 78)

Stoa Conversations: Stoicism Applied

Play Episode Listen Later Sep 15, 2023 49:35


Want to become more Stoic? Join us and other Stoics this October: Stoicism Applied by Caleb Ontiveros and Michael Tremblay on Maven"Happiness, as the goal of life, can be understood as the highest expression of human nature, as encapsulating the chief markers of humanity at its best, namely rationality and sociability."In this conversation, I (Caleb) speak with Chris Gill. We kick off the conversation with topics from his most recent book Learning to Live Naturally: Stoic Ethics and its Modern Significance. It's no exaggeration to say that Chris Gill is a legend in modern Stoicism so having him on again was a real privilege.Learning to Live Naturally(02:19) Indifferents(10:39) What Grounds Virtue?(16:55) How to Think About Virtues and Nature(26:44) Stoicism and the Natural World(29:43) Stoic Detachment(38:02) Does Stoicism Promote Self-sufficiency?***Subscribe to The Stoa Letter for weekly meditations, actions, and links to the best Stoic resources: www.stoaletter.com/subscribeDownload the Stoa app (it's a free download): stoameditation.com/podIf you try the Stoa app and find it useful, but truly cannot afford it, email us and we'll set you up with a free account.Listen to more episodes and learn more here: https://stoameditation.com/blog/stoa-conversations/Thanks to Michael Levy for graciously letting us use his music in the conversations: https://ancientlyre.com/

Essential Church
Love One Another - One Another

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later Aug 20, 2023


Message from Chris Gill on August 20, 2023

Well, Well, Well
Chris Gill – Community Living Legend

Well, Well, Well

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 27, 2023 24:18


Chris Gill was a founding member of the Victorian AIDS Action Committee back in 1983. As the organisation became the Victorian AIDS Council, Chris went on the worked in a number of volunteer and paid roles until the mid 1990s, including as foundation Manager of the People Living With AIDS Program and as Campaigns and Community Relations Officer in the Education Program. Chris also served as editor or the Melbourne Star Observer for 3 years from 1988 and was a Co–Convenor of the Victorian Gay and Lesbian Rights Lobby (now the Pride Lobby).  In the early 2000s, he helped set up the philanthropic Gay and Lesbian Foundation of Australia (now the Pride Foundation). This episode is part of the Community Living Legends series, reflecting on a legacy of community-driven action to improve our health and wellbeing as Thorne Harbour Health celebrates its 40th Anniversary. Check out our other JOY Podcasts for more on LGBTIQ+ health & wellbeing. If there's something you'd like us to explore on the show, send through ideas or questions at wellwellwell@joy.org.au Find out more about LGBTIQ+ services and events in Victoria at Thorne Harbour Health.

Essential Church
Love Like Jesus - One Another

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 23, 2023


Message from Chris Gill on July 23, 2023

Free Associations
Episode 136 - The Best of Amazing and Amusing V (Chris Gill Edition)

Free Associations

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 27, 2023 60:59


We are taking a one-month break this summer. Please enjoy this “best of” episode celebrating Chris’ contributions to the podcast.

Stoa Conversations: Stoicism Applied
Chris Gill on The Core Tenets of Stoicism (Episode 52)

Stoa Conversations: Stoicism Applied

Play Episode Listen Later Jun 16, 2023 47:40


Want to become more Stoic? Join us and other Stoics this October: Stoicism Applied by Caleb Ontiveros and Michael Tremblay on MavenIn this conversation, Caleb speaks with Chris Gill. It is one of the best explanations from a scholar who regularly interacts with practitioners.This episode was released previously on the Stoa App. We're currently running an annual special for our membership in the month of June: https://stoameditation.com/We discuss the Stoic virtue, the idea of indifference, the Stoic view of emotions, and how to be happy.(01:32) Defining Stoicism(06:34) Indifferents(09:06) Social and Ethical Development(11:48) Emotional Development(21:20) Practice vs Theory(25:23) Epictetus's Advice(28:25) 3 Disciplines(37:02) Grounding Virtues(42:02) Stoic Exercises(44:34) Open QuestionsSubscribe to The Stoa Letter for weekly meditations, actions, and links to the best Stoic resources: www.stoaletter.com/subscribeDownload the Stoa app (it's a free download): stoameditation.com/podListen to more episodes and learn more here: https://stoameditation.com/blog/stoa-conversations/Thanks to Michael Levy for graciously letting us use his music in the conversations: https://ancientlyre.com/

Stoa Conversations: Stoicism Applied
Close Reading: Meditations 3 (Episode 31)

Stoa Conversations: Stoicism Applied

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 4, 2023 42:38


Want to become more Stoic? Join us and other Stoics this October: Stoicism Applied by Caleb Ontiveros and Michael Tremblay on Maven“He gives his sole attention to how he might carry out his own activities, and attends continually to his own strand in the whole web; he makes sure that his own activities are done rightly, and he is convinced that his own strand in the web is good.” Marcus Aurelius, Meditations 3.4 Caleb and Michael do a close reading of Meditations 3.2 - 3.4.Chris Gill's Translation: https://amzn.to/4330B8H(04:16) Meditations 3.2(16:17) Meditations 3.3(27:54) Meditations 3.4(35:46) Continuing 3.4***Subscribe to The Stoa Letter for weekly meditations, actions, and links to the best Stoic resources: www.stoaletter.com/subscribeDownload the Stoa app (it's a free download): stoameditation.com/podListen to more episodes and learn more here: https://stoameditation.com/blog/stoa-conversations/Thanks to Michael Levy for graciously letting us use his music in the conversations: https://ancientlyre.com/

Mad Couch Cast - Grow Your Business | Increase Productivity | Build an Unstoppable Business Strategy
10. The 4 Biggest Business Mistakes I've Made...So Far + How to Navigate Them with Chris Gill

Mad Couch Cast - Grow Your Business | Increase Productivity | Build an Unstoppable Business Strategy

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 22, 2023 38:30


Are you ready to level up your game and turn your mistakes into opportunities? Boy do we have a juicy episode for you today! We're sitting down with Chris Gill - owner of Bryckroad Creative - to discuss the four biggest business mistakes he has made in his business...and how to navigate them. Chris reveals the valuable lessons he learned from his mistakes and how he turned them into opportunities for growth. Buckle up and join us on this wild ride as we explore how to navigate these common pitfalls that many entrepreneurs encounter! - Kendra   You can find Chris here: Website: bryckroad.com   FREEBIES: Grab the Mission, Vision, and Values Workbook! Time Blocker Template   Passion Fueled Purpose Course Are you ready to define your business foundations so that your business can stand the test of time and you can build a business you love? Join the Wait List Now! ***There is a special price for those who join the course from the Waitlist!***   Join the FREE Facebook community: facebook.com/groups/growyourbz Check out the website: www.madcouchco.com Email us: kendra@madcouchco.com

Essential Church
Dancing In The Minefields - Standalone

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 5, 2023


Message from Chris Gill on March 5, 2023

The Tone Mob Podcast
Chris Gill (Guitar World Magazine)

The Tone Mob Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Dec 5, 2022 69:28


Chris Gill has worked in the music industry in many different capacities over the years, but is most well known for his long tenures at Guitar Player & Guitar World Magazines. He has interviewed the most famous guitarists on the planet hundreds of times, (Eddie Van Halen, Jeff Beck, Billy Gibbons etc.) collected hundreds of pieces of gear, did artist management at Boardwalk Records, and just generally has had a fascinating career. I loved chatting with him, and I think you'll really enjoy his story. The Tone Mob Discord is HERE TEXT ME (503) 751-8577 You can also help out with your gear buying habits by purchasing stuff from Tonemob.com/reverb Tonemob.com/sweetwater or grabbing your guitar/bass strings from Tonemob.com/stringjoy Release your music via DistroKid and save 7% by going to Tonemob.com/distrokid Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Essential Church
How Can I Build Relationships During The Holidays? - Stuck In A Rut: Holiday Edition

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 27, 2022


The MeatEater Podcast
Ep. 383: Game On, Suckers! MeatEater Trivia XXXIII

The MeatEater Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Nov 2, 2022 41:02 Very Popular


Spencer Neuharth hosts MeatEater Trivia with Steven Rinella, Rick Smith, Garret Smith, Chris Gill, Loren Moulton, Danny Bolton, Janis Putelis, Brody Henderson, Seth Morris, and  Phil Taylor.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

The MeatEater Podcast
Ep. 382: The Making of MeatEater

The MeatEater Podcast

Play Episode Listen Later Oct 31, 2022 104:55 Very Popular


Steven Rinella talks with Rick Smith, Garret Smith, Chris Gill, Loren Moulton, Danny Bolton, Janis Putelis, Phil Taylor, and Corinne Schneider. Topics discussed: MeatEater's Season 11, Episode 1 with Evan Hafer of BRCC is live on themeateater.com; how Chris Gill had never pooped outdoors before filming the MeatEater series; not caring if you live or die when you're young; a reminder to get tickets for Chester + Trampled By Turtles' concert in Atlanta on Dec. 1; Trampled By Turtles new album, Alpenglow, is out!; when your wife accidentally runs over and kills your target buck with her car; how the Rinella kids range everything; Steve's bloody vasectomy story and how you gotta check out his Instagram account for the video reenactment; defining what a Good Samaritan actually is; Steve claims that he's the first person ever to rattle in a sitka deer; are we allowed to call someone a bitch?; explaining verité; Steve yelling at the camera guys all the time; the mindless ferocity of Americans; the 180-degree rule; NIMing; not liking to hike in the dark; our 10-min episode about an attempted episode that won't end up being a MeatEater episode; the extreme difficulty of making tree stand hunting exciting TV; how ice fishing simply cannot be captured; and more.  Connect with Steve and MeatEater Steve on Instagram and Twitter MeatEater on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, and Youtube Shop MeatEater Merch See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Essential Church
What Do I Do With My Investment? - Parables

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 31, 2022


Message from Chris Gill on July 31, 2022

Break It Down Show
Brad Tolinski - ERUPTION: Conversations with Eddie Van Halen

Break It Down Show

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 12, 2022 59:05


Brad Tolinski - ERUPTION: Conversations with Eddie Van Halen - Brad Tolinski has written a biographical list of storys about Eddie Van Halen Coinciding with the one-year anniversary of Eddie Van Halen's death, ERUPTION: Conversations with Eddie Van Halen (10/5/21; Hachette Books; 9780306826658; $28) is a major biography by two music journalists who knew him best. Get ERRUPTION on Amazon at: Authors Brad Tolinski and Chris Gill share with fans, new and old alike, a candid, compulsively readable, and definitive oral history of the most influential rock guitarist since Jimi Hendrix. The book was released on October 5, 2021. Please support the Break It Down Show by doing a monthly subscription to the show  All of the money you invest goes directly to supporting the show!   For the  of this episode head to  Haiku Eddie Van Halen Rock & Roll fans, feast your eyes The book 'bout him's here   ​Similar episodes: Phil Green  Perttu Polonen  Janeshia A. Ginyard  Join us in supporting Save the Brave as we battle PTSD.  Executive Producer/Host: Pete A Turner  Producer: Damjan Gjorgjiev  Writer: Dragan Petrovski  The Break It Down Show is your favorite best, new podcast, featuring 5 episodes a week with great interviews highlighting world-class guests from a wide array of shows.

Essential Church
What Is The Picture Of My Heart? - Parables

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later Jul 10, 2022


Message from Chris Gill on July 10, 2022

Essential Church
How Do I Change My Mind? - Standalone

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later May 29, 2022


Message from Chris Gill on May 29, 2022

gone cold podcast - texas true crime
Christina Marie Gill: Death in Dallas

gone cold podcast - texas true crime

Play Episode Listen Later May 9, 2022 34:46


After a night out at a Deep Ellum nightclub with friends, 20-year-old Christina “Chris” Gill vanished. Her car was discovered in the apartment complex in North Dallas, not far from another club Chris and her friends had also been to the last night she was seen. For months, the Gill Family spared no expense in their efforts to find the missing young woman but not even the Dallas Police could come up with any solid leads. Since Chris disappeared only months after another North Dallas woman, 19-year-old Ashley Fuller Reed, the cops theorized a connection. Seven months after she was seen leaving the club On the Rocks in Deep Ellum, the body of Chris Gill was found, and the nature of the discovery only further confused the investigation.If you have any information about the murder of Christina Marie Gill, please call Texas Crime Stoppers at (800)252-TIPS or (800)252-8477.Please consider attending the Day of Remembrance for Leon Laureles in Brown County on May 14th, 2022, from 1 to 4 PM. Leon's case needs all the support it can get. The event will be held at Lake Brownwood State Park, 200 State Highway Park Road 15.If you would like to donate to the fund to help Leon's family afford a Private Investigator and mural, you can do that at gofundme.com/f/leon-laureles-private-detective-and-memorialYou can donate to law enforcement investigations that need funding or upload your DNA into a database used only for law enforcement investigations at DNAsolves.comIf you don't have DNA data from a consumer testing site, you can get a kit at connect.DNAsolves.comYou can support gone cold and listen ad-free at patreon.com/gonecoldpodcastFind us on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram by using @gonecoldpodcast and on YouTube at: youtube.com/c/gonecoldpodcastThe Dallas Morning News, The Dallas Observer, Court Documents, and the Book “Murderers Among Us: Unsolved Homicides, Mysterious Deaths, and Killers at Large” by Hugh Aynesworth and Stephen G. Michaud were used as sources for this episode.#JusticeForChristinaGill #Dallas #DallasTX #DeepEllum #Texas #TX #TexasTrueCrime #GoneCold #GoneColdPodcast #ColdCase #Unsolved #Murder #UnsolvedMurder #Homicide #UnsolvedMysteries #TrueCrime #TrueCrimePodcast #Podcast

The Guitar Knobs
262- Japanese Pedals 101 With Chris Gill

The Guitar Knobs

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 19, 2022 121:37 Very Popular


The Knobs cover another "101" episode with Japanese pedals featuring special guest Chris Gill. Chris provides an introduction to Japanese-made pedals and brands from the way back to the present. Chris has an illustrious career in the guitar gear industry and has been writing about guitar gear for publishers worldwide for several decades. He also happens to have arguably one of the largest pedal collections on the known planet!  Hosted by Todd Novak with Jared Brandon and Tony Dudzik #guitarpodcast #electricguitar #pedaleffects #pedalfx #theguitarknobs #guitarknobs #guitarinterview #guitaramplifier #guitarpickups #guitarsetup #fuzz #overdrive #reverb #distortion #guitartips  Visit us at theguitarknobs.com Support our show on Patreon.com/theguitarknobs

Health Check
More cases of Covid in Africa than official figures suggest

Health Check

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2022 26:40


Claudia Hammond talks to Chris Gill, Associate Professor at Boston University School of Public Health and co-author of a new paper revealing the devastating impact of Covid in Zambia. By conducting post mortem Covid swabs on more than 1000 bodies taken to a morgue in Lusaka, his work suggests a staggering 90% undercount of cases and goes a long way to countering the so called African Paradox – a narrative suggesting that Africa skipped Covid. Jane Chambers reports from Chile on progress to get 90% of people living with HIV to know their status, have access to antiretroviral therapy and to achieve viral suppression. Out of an estimated 77,000 people living with HIV in Chile – 70,000 know their condition. But there’s one statistic which is worrying health care professions. 16,000 individuals are aware they have HIV but aren’t taking the free medication which they’re entitled to. What are the factors influencing this decision and what are the consequences? Plus Claudia’s studio guest Professor Monica Lakhanpaul of University College London discusses her brand new research on how to encourage young people to take Asthma treatment, and good news that Guinea Worm disease may be on the brink of eradication. Presenter: Claudia Hammond Producer: Erika Wright (Picture: A woman wearing a face mask stands on a busy street in Zambia. Photo credit: PixelCatchers/Getty Images.)

Health Check
More cases of Covid in Africa than official figures suggest

Health Check

Play Episode Listen Later Apr 6, 2022 26:26


Claudia Hammond talks to Chris Gill, Associate Professor at Boston University School of Public Health and co-author of a new paper revealing the devastating impact of Covid in Zambia. By conducting post mortem Covid swabs on more than 1000 bodies taken to a morgue in Lusaka, his work suggests a staggering 90% undercount of cases and goes a long way to countering the so called African Paradox – a narrative suggesting that Africa skipped Covid. Jane Chambers reports from Chile on progress to get 90% of people living with HIV to know their status, have access to antiretroviral therapy and to achieve viral suppression. Out of an estimated 77,000 people living with HIV in Chile – 70,000 know their condition. But there's one statistic which is worrying health care professions. 16,000 individuals are aware they have HIV but aren't taking the free medication which they're entitled to. What are the factors influencing this decision and what are the consequences? Plus Claudia's studio guest Professor Monica Lakhanpaul of University College London discusses her brand new research on how to encourage young people to take Asthma treatment, and good news that Guinea Worm disease may be on the brink of eradication. Presenter: Claudia Hammond Producer: Erika Wright (Picture: A woman wearing a face mask stands on a busy street in Zambia. Photo credit: PixelCatchers/Getty Images.)

Essential Church
I Take You - For Better, For Worse

Essential Church

Play Episode Listen Later Mar 20, 2022


Message from Chris Gill on March 20, 2022