Jockstrap Friday

So we had no right to go out last night knowing that we'll be driving to our nude weekend gathering so early in the morning, but of course we did. Anyway, we had to! Last night was our jockstrap challenge night at the Eagle.

Interestingly enough, you'd think that being a nudist would make going in my jockstrap easy. But I actually feel more comfortable nude than in a jockstrap or thong. And when you consider this, you have to consider how difficult would it be to get into a jockstrap, in a bar, when literally everyone else is fully clothed.

All that said, I've gotta give props to the BF. He actually did it, which was totally against what I thought would happen. Well... technically he didn't wear a jock strap, but it definitely counted. He wore this thing. He thought it would be appropriate since the Eagle is a leather bar after all. (aside: I always thought it funny how it is ok to let your ass hang out at the Eagle, but sandals... well, they do have their standards!)

To be honest, when I planned this, I figured we'd just stand around like normal, just in our jocks. Well... not exactly. People were friendly to us while we were clothed, but got much, MUCH more friendly after we disrobed. I've said before how interesting it is at underwear nights that people are so much friendlier even if they are fully clothes. This is part of the reason I agreed to attend my first nude place back last November. Well, the axiom certainly held true here as well. It's amazing how approachable you become when in your underwear. People talked to me, groped me (don't worry I didn't mind) and even a couple digital explorations.

So as I was talking with a few people, a very cute guy comes over to me and the BF and said, "My friend just loves you both, would you come over and meet him?". So we went and met him. They both were very good looking. Somehow, immediately a crowd of people encircled us and activities began. There was lot of jacking. Both of the cute boys sucked me for a good time as well as one or two other people. This continued for probably about 15 minutes or so. Finally one of the cute boys came as well as a nudist friend of mine that was in the surrounding, participating crowd. The other cute guy (the one that asked us over in the first place) pulled the back of his jeans down just below his ass and started to rub it against my dick. You could tell he was considering whether to proceed further since he looked at his friend and said, "should I? should I?" as he continued to rub his ass up and down against my dick. Well we didn't. I mean we were in a bar for crying out loud.

There's more, but I think you probably already got the idea. So how was my night? Very fun actually. I wouldn't do it all the time, but I'd certainly do it again.



Anyway, we arrives a little after mid-night. I actually talked with the guy checking IDs at the door just to make sure it was OK. The cool thing is that they even have lockers for 25 cents where you can put your clothes. The BF refused to change at first and told me he wanted to have a beer first. While having our first drink on the patio, we began talking to a group of about 4 others. We mentioned our intentions