Fair play

Sunday was the main reason many of us were in San Francisco last weekend — the Up Your Alley street fair held at Dore Alley and parts of Folsom Street. The day looked to be a cold one, but after the fog burned off, anyone out in the sun for long was plenty warm. I arrived around noon and hadn't been in the fair grounds long when I took off my pants and shirt, leaving only my harness and boots. This was probably the fifth or sixth time I had been naked at this or the Folsom Street Fair events, and I had come to feel more comfortable naked than I would be clothed. And even when I was clothed, people seemed to recognize me and ask with dismay why I was dressed.

Before long I ran into my nudist friend NudePublic, whom I had met at the bar the night before (see my July 29 entry). Acting on a tip from him, I checked the bag holding my clothes at the coat check room of Powerhouse (which lay within the fair grounds). I returned to the street and began to make my way through the crowd up Dore Alley.

Except for a dance area and live band at one end of the fair on Folsom, the event mainly consisted of a series of booths. Unfortunately (with the exception of a whipping demonstration), there was nothing particularly interesting about any of these, the bulk of them consisting of food and beer vendors or information centers for non-profit organizations.

But the crowd is always what makes these events appealing. I strolled through the growing throng to the end of Dore Alley and back, stopping to say hi to people I'd met in years past or at the bar the night before.

The day consisted of some decided friskiness on my part as well as a bite to eat from one of the booths. Later I ran into my friend Andy, with whom I spent much of the rest of the day. He had his best camera with him and enjoyed photographing me.

Although the fair had for me a certain "been there, done that" quality, it was a very good day, and I reveled in dreamy satisfaction during my cab ride back home.

Riding the rails

I arrived home from my trip to the Bay Area yesterday, but have been too busy to post more stories of my SF adventures. But they are on the way. Until then, here's a shot taken by my good friend Andy as we waited for the BART, our principal means of transportation during the weekend.

Bay of prigs

I have no photos with which to document Saturday night's adventures (if you can call them that), as I chose to leave my camera behind. But in getting ready for the Bay of Pigs dance (billed as the "Official Saturday Night Event of Up Your Alley Weekend"), I chose to wear essentially the same outfit as shown in these photos from last May, so they will have to suffice. I just added a leather coat, and I was out the door. I was a little nervous walking to the Mission BART stop in assless chaps, but no one paid any mind. (This is San Francisco after all.) However, with my bare butt I elected to remain standing during the train ride, although I'm not sure if I was more concerned for the sanitation of train seat or my own.

I met Andy in front of his hotel and we walked to the Cat Club, where the dance was held. It was still a bit early, so we checked our bags and went to the legendary Hole in the Wall bar around the corner. I really like that bar, the way it attracts men from every possible segment and subculture of the gay community.

One guy in particular caught my eye. He looked to be mid-thirties, very muscular, multi-racial. He had short-cropped hair and huge muscular arms that were set off nicely by his tight sleeveless muscle shirt. What made me particularly curious was the way he seemed to stare at my crotch, with its rubber codpiece, all the while scowling.

Or so I thought. The next time I ran into him I realized the dim bar light had made me misread his expression. This time he was clearly smiling with approval. I returned the smile. But this Beautiful Muscle Boy (hereafter BMB) seemed to be with someone, so I thought he was unavailable.

Andy and I returned to the Cat Club, where we enjoyed a good stretch of dancing. But other than that, the event offered little. The break rooms upstairs seemed to consist of people sitting around on couches looking bored. The second floor also had a bar, which (for their part) consisted of other people standing around looking bored.

To combat our own boredom, we left the Bay of Pigs dance and braved cold breeze, making our way to the Powerhouse bar, which by this point was very crowded. As I climbed the stairs to the upper level, a hand reached out and touched me to get my attention. I returned the flirtatious gestures, and as I ran my hand down his back I became aware that he was entirely naked, something that the close-pressed crowd kept from being obvious. I thought it quite a coincidence that the first person I met there would be a fellow exhibitionist. Turns out he is online as NudePublic. We chatted briefly, while also kissing and caressing each other. I undid the snaps on my codpiece and freed my cock, letting my new acquaintance stroke and even suck it.

Before long, however, I noticed the arrival of BMB from the Hole in the Wall. "I thought I'd lost you," he said. I excused myself from naked guy while BMB and I found an available corner to get acquainted. Before long we had our shirts off and were kissing and going at it like old lovers. His kissing skills were as good as his amazing body. The crowd enjoyed watching us and paying attention to BMB as well as to my still exposed dick.

Soon enough BMB bent over and began going down on me while admirers caressed his sexy backside. He indicated in conversation that he didn't want me to come in his mouth. So I let him work my cock over a while longer then pulled out and shot my load all over the Powerhouse floor, to the amusement of those circled about.

That was the last I saw of BMB. I don't even remember his name. I only know that he's a resident of San Francisco. Maybe I'll run into him again some time. Stranger things have happened.

I lost track of Andy (who it turned out was having adventures of his own), so I retrieved my stuff from the Cat Club coat check and went home. The dance may not have been much but I was still very satisfied.

Dinner out

Saturday evening I had dinner with an online friend who lives in San Francisco. We dined at Luna Park, where we were lucky to get seated right away. As we were finishing, a waiter brought a large, impressively decorated cake with candles to the table next to us. The cake was also shooting sparks form some sort of roman candle, and the ladies at the party seemed very tickled. After the birthday girl blew out the little candles, the waiter removed the cake. Was he taking it to be sliced? No, it turns out the cake was nothing but a hollow fake. Other waiters soon returned with individual desserts for the women at the party.

Come Saturday morning

Saturday started off at one of my regular breakfast hangouts in San Franscico, Boogaloos. I was joined by my old friend Michael who is always kind enough to host me whenever I visit the Bay area.

After the sun burned off the morning fog, I went for a walk toward the Castro and spent about a half hour sunning in Dolores Park. At first I thought I would lie out in my underwear. Instead I decided just to go for broke and lie under the sun naked, even though I was the only one doing so in a pretty busy park. But hey, it's legal in San Francisco, and I don't like tan lines.

Later in the afternoon, I met my friend Andy in the Castro for a late lunch. We did a little shopping and had an impromptu photo shoot (yes, I was nude) at Worn Out West, a used clothing store. Unfortunately, all the photos are on Andy's camera, and I won't be able to get any copies until we return to Seattle. So I'll have to post some of those at a later date.

Castro and Market

Last night the friend I'm staying with joined me for dinner at Catch, a restaurant near the intersection of Castro and Market, where I took this snapshot.

Undershopping

If it's underwear you want, Injeanious in San Francisco's Castro neighborhood fills the bill nicely. They have jeans and other clothing items, too, but the selection of designer (and sexy) undies is exceptional.

Naturally I took the opportunity to try on and purchase several. And of course, being something of an exhibitionist, I left the curtain to my changing room wide open. It was in the back corner of the store, which wasn't very busy. But a few interested customers and some very helpful sales staff took note. My only regret is that my friend Andy (a talented photographer who is also visiting San Francisco) wasn't there to document it. So I have to settle for these less-than ideal photos taken by others.

I debated whether to make this post friends-only but since there is no full frontal nudity, I decided to grin and bare it. But there will probably be some friends-only posts from this weekend's adventures. At least I hope so!

Precious, precious parking

In the densely populated areas of San Francisco, parking is a scarce commodity. And if you're lucky enough to have a garage, the last thing you want is someone's inept or inconsiderate parking to block your way. The owner of this garage makes that point with delightful eloquence. By the way, when I took this photo, a car was parked so as to block the driveway completely. C'est la guerre.