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The Exhibitionist, Part IV For the next few weeks Deryk and Dirk spent a great deal of time together, all week ends, usually based at Deryk's condo, and occasionally sometimes during the week. Finally, they decided Dirk should move in even though it would mean a long commute across town. Their actions, thoughts, dress, and preferences were a mirror image of each other. One day at work the air conditioning was not working well; so Deryk peeled off his shirt and worked the rest of the day shirtless. There were few comments on his display of himself and those were favorable; so he decided to test the water on dress down day. That night at home. Dirk said, "The strangest thing happened at work today. I had this uncontrollable urge to take off my shirt and did. Someone commented on what an exhibitionist I was, and it really gave me a charge." "I know what you mean," but Deryk said no more. On dress down day Dirk had left early for his long commute leaving Deryk still not dressed for work. Deryk decided to wear to work what had become a virtual uniform for them both for places where they must wear something, tight lycra shorts and a string tank. He wondered how it would go over. It went over like the 4th of July. Everyone loved it. While in his office, the air conditioning was still on the fritz, the tight crotch of his shorts was exciting his horny cock and balls, and he was becoming overheated; so he stripped and continued to work naked, enjoying the free feeling it gave him. He worked in his office alone for some time eventually forgetting his state of undress. It was, after all, a normal state for him most of the time. At some point he needed to go to the outer office to consult with one of the new secretaries. As he strode naked through the office he was preoccupied with his mission and hardly noticed the gasps that were issued. Leaning over the secretary he said, "Amy, I want you to go over this contract with me," his cock and balls dangling right in her face. Amy turned toward him, gasped, and fell back in her chair in a dead faint. It was only then that Deryk realized he had walked into the outer office stark naked. That didn't bother him, but he was sorry he had so startled Amy; so he ran to the water fountain to get a cold drink to revive her. When she revived, she was embarrassed to have reacted so. "Don't worry, you'll get used to me," Deryk comforted. He finished the day naked only pulling on his tight fitted shorts to walk home, not wanting to risk the inconvenienced of being picked up on the street. That night at home Dirk said, "You won't believe this, Deryk, but at work today I had this uncontrollable urge to strip and work naked and I did. Some were offended but most thought it amusing. It was comfortable and it's just a warehouse, not like being in public." "We are birds of a feather," Deryk replied with a wry grin on his face and thought "You're in for a fast ride, buddy." Deryk and Dirk were so turned on to each other it was non stop sex when they were together, anywhere they could get by with it, at the condo laundry, in the bar, at the gym, at parties, on the beach, even on the street in secluded areas. It was a major turn on, sex in front of others or in dangerous places. And their desire to show themselves made them press the street legal dress code to the limit. Most often observers were fascinated and would approach them to touch their bodies, feel their flexed muscles, but occasionally there were those who were repulsed by their blatant display. That only fed the fire. Their standard street attire became brief, thin lycra shorts that displayed every shape of their groins and butts and some skimpy top, if any at all, like a cropped string tank or unbuttoned vest. Once when testosterone was especially high, Deryk suggested they grocery shop wearing just thongs and in their bare feet. It was a traffic stopping situation but they got away with it - that time. There seemed to be no limit to their exhibitionist outlets. ____________ Deryk was standing bare assed at the mailboxes in the lobby sifting through his mail when he suddenly felt a slap on his butt. "Where the hell have you been? I haven't seen you for months," a strange voice said. Deryk turned around to see one of the most beautiful men he had ever laid eyes on, but he looked strangely familiar. He was tall and dark, tan, well muscled, and well displayed. He wore a black t-shirt several sizes too small so that it stretched tight across his muscular chest revealing erect nipples and not quite reaching the top of the black Levi cutoffs that fitted like a second skin, with the top two buttons undone. The frayed legs of the cutoffs strained to contain exceptional quads. He had shapely, defined calves and wore black leather thongs on his bare feet. "You look familiar in the face, but I know I've never seen that body. What development, proportion!" Deryk said in a puzzled voice. "Don't you remember? We met in the elevator some months ago and you taunted me to strip naked like you and I did. We were on the way to the garage. I live in this building, too" "Now I remember. I remember remarking to myself what great potential your body had with it's perfect proportions. You've really been to work on it." "Yeah, that meeting inspired me to do what I've been intending to do for a long time, build myself up to my greatest potential so that I really have something to show." "Yes, and you're nearly there. So we're into the same thing? Mmm... By the way my name's Deryk. Say, why don't you come up. I'm just hanging out with a friend until we go to Laguna this afternoon. Maybe you would join us? You're outfitted for it." "Sure, sounds interesting. I'm Demian." "God, the three D's!" "What?" "Come on up. You'll see." Up in the condo Deryk introduced Demian to Dirk and they fell instantly into comfortable conversation. "Demian, why don't you get comfortable and we'll have a beer out on the balcony." Demian peeled off his t-shirt, dropped his cutoffs and kicked off his sandals. He pulled on his dick and generous balls to relax them from their recent confinement. "Ah, that's better. You're my kind of guys." Out on the balcony the three sprawled on the padded furniture, Deryk and Dirk in chairs, Demian on the lounge. Almost instantly on several surrounding balconies appeared both men and women ostensibly watering plants or tending barbeques, but really feasting their eyes in furtive glances on the three blatantly naked muscle hunks. They lounged talking repositioning themselves to catch rays of the sun. Occasionally one or the other would walk around the balcony leaning on the railing looking in the distance or sitting on it displaying their bubble butt to the neighbors. This display aroused each one somewhat, droplets of precum seeping from their muscle rods. "Let's throw on something and head down to Laguna. The art show must be in full swing by now. If we stay out here much longer we may embarrass the neighbors. Inside Demian donned his black attire. His tight cutoffs rested low on his hips the two undone buttons allowing just a wisp of black pubic hair to escape. Deryk put on stretchy lycra shorts in electric blue, so thin and tight the veins in his cock were clearly visible, and an unbuttoned vest of a south western pattern with touches of the blue of his shorts, and brown open sandals. Dirk wore dayglo orange skin tight boxer briefs with a pouch front that displayed a box not to be believed. A tight, cropped grape string tank decorated his pecs and revealed his honed 8 pack. "You guys are showing me up," Demian remarked. "You're holding your own, buddy, some of this attire will be off before the day's over!" Deryk assured him. So got up the trio headed down to Deryk's open jeep to hit the open road. They unconsciously flexed glutes, quads, and calves much more than normal walking would demand heightening their erotic display. The last part of the drive down was off the freeway on a normal highway where they were more visible to passing cars and cars they passed, giving rise to much notice through horn honks and cat calls at at the sight of three well displayed muscle hunks in an open car. Deryk parked on the roadside just short of where the town and art festival began. "Say, after we work through the festival let's go into town and check out the beach. We can get some sun and increase our exposure," Deryk suggested. "Great, but we didn't bring swim suits and it's not a nude beach, at least not in town," Demian remarked. "Not to worry, I have a stash of string bikinis in the jeep. We can change right here and leave our clothes." So the trio proceed to strip roadside and don Deryk's ultra brief string bikinis, low cut front and back, deep but narrow pouch letting a pubic hair display but allowing cock and balls to hang with little restraint, Brazilian back to show a little crack in the ass. So displayed they made their way through the exhibits, exhibiting themselves along the way, flexing excessively their glutes, quads, and calves as they slowly walked along. As they stopped to view paintings and crafts they would posture in stances that caused the front of their bikinis to gap revealing still more pubic hair, putting hands on their hips to lower the back of their skimpy attire to show more crack in the ass. Often they were approached to feel flexed biceps or pecs and they were eagerly accommodating. It was a major turn on for the three and their aroused crotches were apparent. Finally they reach the beach in the center of town. "I don't think we can get by in this garb in a restaurant; so why don't we stop off at that sidewalk stand for some falafel?" Deryk suggested. While standing on the sidewalk by the stand there was much crotch scratching and vain adjusting of skimpy suits just in case someone might miss just how little they had on. When they finished their snacks they took to the beach walking along the water's edge till the town gave way to the open road. Suddenly Deryk dropped his bikini and ran naked into the water, then the other two followed. While they horsed around in the surf a small crowd gathered in anticipation of the naked hunks coming back to retrieve their bikinis. When they did come out of the water, they were again pressed for more flexing which they did - before pulling on their tiny suits. Eyes were fixed on their semi hard cocks as much as on their muscles. "On our way back to the jeep, let's stroll through the main street. We may as well do the whole place," Deryk said. Dirk smiled,"I'm glad my suit is wet so that the precum I'm oozing won't show." "Hell, I wish mine did show," Deryk replied, brazen exhibitionist that he was. The three caused a traffic jam as they strolled down the sidewalk of the main street of the arty town, and before they reached the jeep Deryk got his wish. Bikinis dried, all except the prucum spots which were ever kept moist. It was dark as Deryk parked his jeep in the garage of his condo and he said, "Damn, I can't stand it. All this display has me horny as hell. Let's get up there and get it off." And he jumped out of the jeep, tore off his bikini releasing his boner and ran for the elevator. Once the three were in the condo it was a free for all. "Ok," Deryk said rubbing his engorged cock," I want the two of you to prime this pump - both of you at the same time!" Dirk and Demian obeyed, and with cocks in hand one swallowed Deryk's rigid cock while the other sucked on his balls, while Deryk pumped with thrusts of his hips. Pulling out he said,"Now give me some place to put this," and he rammed his near exploding cock in first one ass hole then the other pumping each one vigorously. "And now I want both of you in me at the same time." Dirk and Demian obliged willingly and butt fucked him both at once. They were all in ecstasy and near exploding when Deryk said pulling off the two stiff poles, "Now I'll prime you two. Give 'em to me both at once," and they proceed to stuff both their throbbing cocks in his mouth. Finally, "Let's let 'em blow." The three hardly had to pump their well primed cocks when a simultaneous triple eruption occurred. Volumes of hot cum ensued in spasm after spasm, splattering over each other. When they had recovered themselves they embraced revelling at the feel of slippery cum pressed between their bodies. "Come on let's have something to eat before round two. We can clean up later," and Deryk led the way to the kitchen. snjn@hotmail.com