I lived in an inner-city boarding house for twenty-two years. I even became manager for a period. It was early Autumn about six years ago when an "inner voice" urged me to go naked in the rest of the building. At first I resisted, but as the voice wouldn't go away, I gave it a try. Well, after the first time there was no turning back. I started being nude in a shared kitchen, late at night when everyone was in bed. I couldn't wait to come home from work so I could be nude. The voice stopped as I was hooked. My nude ventures became more daring as I ventured out earlier, until one morning, in broad day-light, I walked out through the shared courtyard with nothing on. I knew others would be home and may see me. It was wonderful, so free to do what I wanted to do most. The feeling of revealing myself, my penis and scrotum, buttocks and pubic hair, was exhilarating! There were six apartments with about a dozen residents. Some neighbours were quite accepting, while others were intolerant. That was difficult to take. On a typical morning I would leave my room to a bathroom at the back of the property, all with nothing on, passing through the yard. After showering I would pop into the kitchen to fix breakfast, all totally nude. One neighbour, a widow about sixty years old, seemed to enjoy seeing me. She would open her front door while I was sitting directly outside it and busy herself there. Sometimes she offered me things to eat. Sausages on one occasion! However, despite my nudity, I remained innately shy. Although I've always identified as being gay, a part of me wanted to have sex with her, perhaps only in as much that her husband died thirty years earlier and I might be able to bring her some happiness. She was also my best friend's mother. I always became erect when I knew she was watching. I would sit there, just a metre away, offering the best possible view. I throbbed and dribbled gallons of pre-cum. It was all too much and I usually ended up in my room jerking-off. Another neighbour, a gentleman in his seventies, would stand and chat to me whilst I sat in the yard. He seemed totally unperturbed by my erections, even inviting me into his room to do "duties", minor repair work. He was always discreet and never made any kind of a pass. Another neighbour, a young African man, would sit with his open door viewing the kitchen as I prepared food. He was straight, but appeared to masturbate himself on at least one occasion when watching me. Again, the idea of being seen seemed to cascade me into a waterfall of pre-cum that oozed out from my swollen penis, leaving a trail across the kitchen floor and spinning cobwebs between my legs. And then there was "straight Mike" who decided one night to show me his penis as well. He was hung, erect, uncircumcised and peeled back his foreskin for me. Well, it wasn't to remain paradise, and the complaints piled up until my landlord eventually gave me notice. But I still dream of those days... Stuart.

Wow Stuart. That is certainly an interesting insight into your life you have shared.

The dare was to go into a gas station or convenience store wearing only a T-shirt long not quite long enough to cover my fanny. Once in the shop, I was to ask to use the restroom. If asked why I was dressed as I was, I was to say that this was a dare and I was a sex slave.

After some confusion and additional questions to my dare partner, I was also set to included my friend Melinda as Mistress. Also I had to consume a large amount of water so that I really had to pee. Prior to departing on the dare I had to masturbate, but not to climax, so that I'd be horny. Also, because we couldn't decide what shirt I was to wear or whether I should go in the nude, this decision was left to Melinda.

Guess what she chose -- totally nude.

She would drop me off a distance from the store and I had to walk there naked. She would go to the store and observe while acting like a customer, and I could not leave the store until after she left. (I think I got it all, so this is what happened)

Melissa thinks doing stuff like this is totally bizarre but she finds it amusing that I get into it, and she thought it was great fun.

Before we left, Melinda loaded me up with water. I drank almost two quarts!! About 8:45 pm, she had me strip at her house before we left and put my clothes in the trunk where I couldn't get at them. She remembered that I had to masturbate, but not climax, before going into the store. (she remembers everything...ugh!!) I masturbated in front of her at her house. All the while she is laughing hysterically over the entire situation. She did let me come twice though.

And while driving there she made me be nude in the car. And during the drive she had me play with myself, too. And on the way she had me drink more. Before we even got there I felt like I was going to explode.

Melinda drove 45 minutes away from my home, to an area we had been in a few times. Big, rich houses occasionally stood among regular houses, small apartment buildings, and the occasional convenience store. Around 9:30pm, we found a Circle-K store. So after 2 quarts or more of water, and nearly three orgasms, we arrived.

She had me get out of the car two blocks away on the other side of a small park. She drove away honking the car horn and laughing. (she seems to really enjoy torturing me) :) I walked through the park, then then across a small street to the Circle-K. un)Luckily :) no one seemed appeared to be in the park. I started off over the cool grass. About a quarter of the way, two people came walking in my direction. I stopped, startled at first, wondering, "Oh oh, what's gonna happen?"

But I kept walking. The couple, a guy and girl in their 20's, got closer. When she got a good look at me, the girl put her hand to her mouth and said "Oh my god!"

The guy dropped the girl's other hand. They both ran the short distance to me, the guy shrugging off his light jacket. As they came up to me, he tried to put the jacket on my shoulders. They said things like "Are you alright? Can we help you?" It was nice to see people who still care and offer help in case I was in trouble.

I felt embarrassed -- imagine that! I said something like "No honestly, I'm OK". Then I explained that I was performing a dare and that I was a sex slave as part of the dare. (Saying that was embarrassing, too.) The couple looked relieved and curious. The guy got a sort of hungry look. So I said, "Thanks for your help."

Then I continued across the park. I could see the Circle-K with Melinda's car parked in front of it, but I couldn't see her. As I approached the edge of the park, someone left the store, got in their car, and drove away.

I turned and looked back at the couple. They had stopped in the middle of the park and were watching me. When they saw me, they waved. I waved back and felt like pressing my knees together. I really had to pee bad. In fact, this was turning me on. I had memories of that incident in the amusement park restroom.

I stopped and made myself pee, just a little bit, then stop. After that I felt like I had to pee even more, but I went on. I got to the street. No one and no cars were around. I looked back once more and saw the couple coming my way. Maybe they had decided to come and watch.

I crossed the street, walked over the sidewalk to the store, and opened the door. As I grabbed the handle, I saw Melinda a few aisles away looking toward me. She smiled big and ducked down behind the shelves. I walked in. A kid of twelve or thirteen walks out of an aisle carrying a big cup of soda, heading toward the register. He hears the door open, looks, and sees me naked. His mouth falls open and he drops the soda. It explodes in a big mess on the floor.

I have to walk through cold pop while the clerk yells at he kid and the kid stares at me, and I hear Melinda laughing somewhere. The clerk, a guy about 20 or so, turns and looks at me and his mouth drops too.

I hurried up to him. "Can I use your restroom?" I ask. "I gotta pee really bad!" The guy just stares, mouth hanging open. "Can I use your restroom?" I say again. I really did have to pee! Finally, he pointed to the corner and I ran there. In the toilet, my heart beat a million miles an hour. I sat down and tried to pee but I couldn't go. Finally it started flowing. After nearly 5 minutes -- or so it seemed -- I finished. I sat a while, wondering what they all were thinking out there. That got me sort of excited, so I began playing with myself. It didn't take long, but I stopped before orgasm.

Then I left the restroom. The clerk was moping up the soda, the kid was standing there, and so were the couple. Melinda was nearby watching too.

All of them, looking at me.