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Showing off in the afternoon!

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by sfsub@aol.com The following is a true story that took place Monday, December 29, 1997. I was so happy it turned warm this week! It was one of those balmy days we get during San Francisco winters between cold snaps and rainstorms. I was glad because I had to meet a long-time cyber master face to face and do some dares I had bravely promised I would complete. He was visiting from out of town, so now was the time to deliver on all the brave cyber talk. Its amazing how easy it is to say you will do this or that, but how different it feels when its time to put up. Since I had never seen my cyber master before, he provided very explicit directions for our meeting and he had seen naked pictures of me before. As directed, I went into the south of Market bookstore at exactly 3:30 in the afternoon on Monday. I got tokens for the booths and a bottle of poppers from the counter, then proceeded to the first empty booth in the rear video booth area. Once I was in the booth, I stripped completely naked and waited. A lot of guys opened the door to look at my naked body, but I didn't let any of them in. After about fifteen long minutes of waiting, my cyber master identified himself and I let him into the booth with me. After he inspected me thoroughly, rubbing and feeling me all over, causing my dick to get hard and stiff, he said it was time for test number 1. "Walk out this door, walk all the way around all the booths and come back in." My rod jutted to immediate attention at the thought of walking past all the guys standing around out there! "Now!" he ordered as he opened the door for me, so out I went, stark naked to walk past all these gawking guys. They all just stared as I made my way past them and I heard some whispers but that's all. When I finally got back to the booth, my master said I had done well. Then he put all my clothes in a bag and said he would be back, eventually. Then he left. So here I was, stark naked, in a sleazy video booth and a man I had never seen before was gone with all my clothes, wallet, keys, everything! I got really nervous as time continued. I was making up all kinds of stories I could tell the clerk, thinking I was never going to see this guy or my clothes again. I don't know how long he left me and my stiffy in there, but finally he came back. "One more time around the booths," he said. I really, really did not want to subject myself to the humiliation of walking naked in front of all the guys standing around out there, but when he opened the door of the booth, I didn't even hesitate. I just followed my hard dick and walked out to the waiting stares and glares. I heard the door to booth lock as I left. Some guys glared at me, some just stared. A few even smiled and a couple brushed against me as I made me way around the booths. When I finally got back to my booth, the door was locked. I knocked gently. My master opened it and said, "That was awfully quick. Why don't you go again, but more slowly so you really feel your nakedness!" Then he shut and locked the door. A few guys who were close enough to hear the conversation had big nasty grins on their faces as I very slowly made my way around the booths again. I really did feel more naked as I went more slowly and became more aware of all the guys standing along the walls. The place had really gotten crowded so I had to sort of wait in line as men filed by the booths. I took a lot longer this time and was much more aware of my humiliating circumstances and my hard, throbbing cock giving away my excitement. When I got back to the booth this time, my master let me in and told me to dress and meet him in front of the store. I was delighted to get my clothes back on and to leave that place. I still can't believe nobody called the manager or the cops. As soon as I got out to the front of the store, my master started walking and I followed him to his rental car. He then drove me out to Golden Gate Park for the next phase of my exhibitionism. He stopped at the Polo Fields and handed me a very large pair of thin running shorts with no liner and told me to go to the men's room we could see from where he had parked. Once in there I was to strip naked, then put on the shorts and my running shoes and nothing else. Once done, he drove me almost all the way to the Great Highway to where some trails leave the road in a wooded area. He parked near the entrance to one of the trails. "You are going to walk to the beginning of that trail, turn around and face me and take off the shorts. You can keep them in case you panic, but you may not put them on. Just carry them with you, but don't use them to cover yourself. Once the shorts are off, go up the stairs you'll see there and make a left. Follow that trail to its end and I'll be there to pick you up. Understand?" "Yes, SIR," I answered. It was still full daylight at this time, probably not even 5:00PM, and when I went to take them off a van from the roadway stopped and backed up to get a better look at me and I panicked and put the shorts back on. My master drove off. I didn't know what to do, so I ran up the stairs and followed the trail as he directed. After I calmed down some, I took the shorts off again and finished the second mile naked as I was supposed to. When I got to the other end, I was relieved to see my master was there and waiting. "You disobeyed," he said. "I'm sorry, SIR. That car scared me SIR." "NO excuse," he responded, " but I will give you a chance to make amends. Give me the shorts." I handed him the shorts, so now all I had was my running shoes. Otherwise I was bare assed naked. "I'll meet you back at the beginning of the trail," he said. "But SIR," I protested, " there were a lot of guys along that trail." "They are all cruising," he responded. "They won't mind a naked man running by." Then he walked towards his car and I started running back the way I had come, but without even the shorts in my hand. I was totally naked for anyone and everyone to see. Two more miles to run naked with no way to cover myself. When I got back to the beginning, he was waiting there standing at the top of the steps. We were in full view of a half a dozen guys who were all looking at me. "This time you will do this correctly!" he told me sternly. "I see you can't be trusted with any kind of safety valve, so now you will run to the far end as you were supposed to run it, naked." Then he turned his back and walked towards the road. I was getting a pretty good workout running back and forth on this trail as one more time I ran naked past all the guys cruising in the bushes. When I got back to the car this time, he let me get in and started driving. "A good start," he said. "All the promises you made in your emails and chats with me were really hot!" he said. "Now, we'll see how truthful you were being. Ready to up the level a few notches?" "Yes, SIR!" I answered much more bravely than I really felt. I knew that in the heat of the moments, I had promised to do a lot of really far out stuff. All fantasies that I didn't exactly expect to every have to deliver on, but now I had to do them anyhow. He drove back into the crowded, densely populated part of the City and up on the hills that Sanchez and Noe climb. He must have done a lot of research to prepare for this project. Finally he stopped on a residential street across from some public stairs. For those of you not familiar with San Francisco, they often put in pedestrian steps when the hill is too steep to build a road for cars. These steps were as wide as an average street with few shrubs or trees to provide any cover and they went up the equivalent of four or five stories! I was sitting in the car wearing nothing but running shoes as he said, "Just run straight up the steps. There is an alley at the top. Turn right and I'll be waiting in the alley." I looked a bit longer and he said, "there is no traffic right now. You might want to get started before some comes by." I jumped my naked ass out of the car, slammed the door and ran across the street towards the stairs looking up at how incredibly many there were. Hard dick bobbing, I began running up them, two at a time to start, but settling on one at a time as I began to tire. I could hear occasional cars going by on the road behind me, but I was too scared to even glance back down at them. I just kept running up the steps, breathless and scared. When I finally reached the top, I found the alley with no problem and started down it as he had directed. I had to go a full block to find him parked at the first parking spot in from a much busier cross street. As I approached the car, he waived me to his window. As I leaned over towards him, he said, "That was well done, boy. I'll meet you at the bottom!" Then he closed his window and started backing out of the alley. Two cars went by just as he was backing out and I was facing them full on. They had to have seen me. I turned and ran back towards the steps. They looked even longer from the top looking down and I was totally blown away by how in the open they were and I was as I ran down them. No trees or shrubs and they were lined up with a street that went for as far as I could see. Anyone walking or driving up that street would have a full on frontal view of me and my dick as it bobbed up and down as I descended all those steps. It took quite some time to get down them. As I got to about the level of a one- story house, a city bus drove by in front of me. People on the bus had to have seen me. It was still not dark enough for streetlights to come on and I was right there at their eye level. I kept on running down the steps. When I got to the bottom, I couldn't see my cybermasters car anywhere. Then I heard a horn sound. He was parked about a half block to my left. I ran for the car. He was laughing. "Pretty good, so far, boy," he said. "And the daylight is still holding out for a little finale." Next he drove me to where Sanchez ends and you have to walk down steps which end at 19th street and Sanchez then continues as a street again. "Walk down to the landing near the bottom," he said, " and wait for me there. It'll take me a while because it's a long way around by car. You be leaning on the railing so I can see you from 19th street. If I can't see you when I look up, I'll assume you left and I will leave too, with all your clothes." I got out of the car and headed for the steps. As I looked over the side I saw a guy standing there, smoking a cigarette. I looked back at my master, but he was already backing out of Sanchez. I very reluctantly headed down the stairs hoping that guy would just continue down the stairs without looking up. No luck! As I approached the landing, he looked around and stared, mouth open. "It's a dare," I said. "Oh," was his response and he continued smoking his cigarette. "Aren't you cold," he asked as I leaned on the railing right next to him. "I'm too nervous to be cold, I guess." Finally, my master stopped below and there I was next to the smoker. It didn't seem to bother my master. "Now jackoff and shoot your cum through the railing. Do it now." I was already stroking and hard, but I started stroking my hot rod more vigorously. It didn't take long. I threw my head back and arched my back as gob after gob of sticky white cum went flying through the air landing on the steps below. God it felt good as I shot wad after wad. Man was I turned on! My master applauded when I finished. "Well done!" he said. Then he got the bag with all my clothes in it and dropped it on the sidewalk on the far side of 19th street. As soon as I got my wits about me, I descended the steps and ran across the street to get my clothes. Cars came in both directions as I ran back up to what little privacy the landing provided. I dressed as fast as I could with my smoker friend watching it all. When I finally got home, I couldn't believe what an adventure I had had. As I logged on to the computer to send a thank you note to my cyber master, I jacked off one more time and still came more than I normally can. What an afternoon! Please send comments to sfsub@aol.com. Any other cyber masters want to get together for some real time fun? Email me. I'll do it all over again and more if you demand it!