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More and more guys were arriving at the starting point for the WNBR and stripping down. Some unabashed, some shy, some soft, some chubbed, some hard too.
The spectators, if we are going to use a polite word for their perving the young naked men in public and taking photos, were still outnumbering the naked guys.
The whole CMNM (clothed male naked male) scene was unfolding and you could begin to tell who were the shy and who were the exhibitionist NMs.
The exhibtionist NMs were there, making eye contact with the CMs, almost taunting them, teasing them to make contact, to approach them, to talk with them. And this is exactly what I caught with this photo. The fit uncut NM had been naked for around half an hour already, seemed totally cool with the CMs milling around and taking pics. And here he was chatting with a CM.
I wasn’t close enough to hear what they were saying, but the hands? The CMs hand on the NM and the touch reciprocated. Did they know each other or were they strangers? I was curious, so I had to get closer to listen in…

“Damn, you must work out loads,” I heard the CM say.
“Yeah, swim and run.”
“And bike too, or are you just stripped at the WNBR to show off your fantastic body?”
“Lol, it’s not so fantastic. There are other hotter, I mean fitter, guys here,” said the NM, looking around the field. I had to turn away quickly in case he thought I was listening in.
“Fitter maybe, hotter no,” said the CM.
Seriously? Was the CM hitting on the NM? Did the NM mind at all?
The NM smiled at the CM, “well, thanks for the compliment. You might not be super buff but it looks like you’ve looked after yourself. How come you’re not riding today?”
The CM blushed, “I, err… well, I think public nudity should be for the young, not an old un like me.”
“You’re not that old, and seriously, I would be interested to see what you’re hiding under all those clothes.”
The CM stuttered, “you’re serious? Really? Well, sadly, I don’t have a bike here or I might be tempted to strip down and ride along side you.”
“You could always hire one – there’s a whole rack of them over in that corner over there,” the NM pointed behind me.
“Oh, I err…”
“No pressure, man, but it would be fun, right? Cycling together nude through the city side by side, we could get to know each other, and maybe head off for a drink later,” said the NM.
“Damn, that sounds real tempting.”
“So, get your pert ass over to the bike hire stand and bring it back over here and strip down.”

I watched in amazement as the CM did just what the NM had suggested, or was that ordered? A few minutes later he was back with a hire bike, and taking his kit off…