The Boy Who Always Looked Nice

Like a lot of teenagers, Nicky sometimes had that dream where you look down at yourself and realize you are naked in public. Everyone else described it as a nightmare, but for him it was the opposite.

In his dream, people are all around in a very public outdoor space, and he looks down at himself to realize that he is entirely naked. Everyone can see that he is naked, but no one seems to mind. Evidently, it is not the first time he has done this, and people accept it, even though no one else ever does this. And in the precise moment of the five-second dream, he is deciding he might as well go naked all the time.

Nicky only had the dream a couple of times, but remembered it vividly and was always trying to conjure it.

When he was about to turn 18 and graduate from high school, Nicky knew college was not an option because he was just a boy and boys did not have college careers. He had long ago decided to get a job as a secretary or administrative assistant, and already had some experience in his part-time job in an office. They had even told him he could get on full-time after he graduated, but Nicky did not want to stay in his hometown. He was going to move to the province of Caltonia and look for a job there. He told people he wanted to relocate there because of the mild climate and ocean beaches, but he had a more important reason that he kept secret.

Nicky had seen magazine articles about nudity acceptance in Caltonia. There were even photos of people walking nude in a busy downtown area. Nearly all were women, of course, but he saw among them a boy about his age. Statistically, it was lucky there was a boy at all since there were more than 1,000 females for every male in the general population.

In olden times, of course, the balance between genders had been roughly the same, but after scientific advancements established both sperm cell repositories and gender selection, the male birthrate declined. The male gender nearly died out, but plateaued when eugenic scientists succeeded in breeding aggression out of males and replacing it with an innate submissiveness to women, thus making them safe. And while they were at it, the female scientists made it so that nothing came out of a boy's penis when he orgasmed. Ostensibly, this was to prevent accidental pregnancies, but another reason was that women preferred there be no mess.

By Nicky's generation, males were a tiny part of the population, but were beloved by all for their sweet personalities -- and for their bodies, which women occasionally liked to play with as a novelty. Images of nude males were widely used in art and advertising. Many women who had never had a real penis inside them, or even touched one, still found the concept of a penis deliciously sexy.

Nicky grew up knowing his place in society and was comfortable with it because he felt special, and he felt loved. It didn't bother him that he could never be president or a CEO. He rarely encountered other boys his own age, but the girls all treated him wonderfully. He had been popular throughout school and had been kissed by lots of girls, though not much more than kissing had taken place.

After graduation, Nicky made the move to Caltonia, choosing the same little beach town that had been featured in one of the articles. It was on the outskirts of a big city where he planned to look for a job. As it turned out, he found a job almost immediately within about six blocks of his apartment.

The job was as an administrative assistant to one of the department heads at Kristen's Catalog, which sold a variety of eclectic items from all over the world. The company had its offices on a "campus" of little storefronts, Victorian houses, a former firehouse and other small buildings. Nicky worked at what everyone called "the yellow house" (because it was yellow) with about 15 women.

Within a week, he was settled in, walking to work every morning and exploring the little town in the evenings. Naturally, he was eager to be able to go nude somewhere, but he didn't see anyone else doing so except close to the beach. So he at least did that, walking to the beach wearing shorts and then taking them off. When he left the beach, carrying his rolled-up shorts under one arm, he paid attention to other beachgoers to see what they did. Nearly all of them casually slipped on some article of clothing after a couple of blocks, about the place where the shops began. But there were still two nude women walking together down the strip of shops, and they were not even carrying clothes. Encouraged, Nicky stayed nude also, but kept looking around to see how other people were looking at him. They did look at him, but only in that way that women always look at an attractive boy. It was a look he liked.

When they were about eight blocks from the beach and in the midst of a bustling crowd, the two naked women got into a parked convertible and drove away. Nicky was not sure what to do. The people around him continued to give him friendly glances, but Nicky lost his nerve and slipped on his shorts for the rest of the walk back to his apartment.

The next evening, he tried again, but this time everyone else was dressed within two blocks of the beach. Nicky decided to stay nude until at least the spot he'd made it to the previous evening. Before he could reach that point, however, he passed two bicycle policewomen parked near the intersection where the busiest part of the strip began. They were already watching him, so he decided to take advantage of the opportunity to find out for sure. Marching right up to them, he asked, "Excuse me, I just want to make sure I'm, you know, okay?"

"You're okay with me, honey," one of them said in a friendly manner.

"Is someone harassing you?" the other policewoman asked with concern. "Did something happen to make you feel unsafe or disrespected?"

"Goodness no!" Nicky hurriedly said, flustered. "Everyone has been fine. But I just moved here from a province where public nudity is not allowed, and I read that it was okay here, but I seem to be the only one except on the beach, and I was getting concerned that--"

"Now, don't you worry your pretty little head about that, honey," the first one said consolingly, as Nicky realized he had tears in his eyes. "You can be naked anywhere you want, and if anyone gets too familiar, you just call it in, and we'll send someone out right quick."

"Oh, I'm so relieved," Nicky sighed. "Everyone has seemed welcoming, but no one else is naked. I saw a magazine article about this place and lots of people were--"

"That was probably during Spring Festival," the second cop said. "Lots of folks get naked then, but not so much other times."

"Oh, well then maybe I shouldn't--"

"You should do what you want to do, honey. Most people just don't feel comfortable going naked, but if you do, then good for you!"

"But why don't they?"

"Well, for me personally, going naked would make me feel sorta vulnerable, and women just aren't used to feeling vulnerable. As for boys, well, there's not many of them in the first place, and none of them are as hot-- I mean as physically attractive as you are. So they might feel more insecure, whereas a boy with your looks can be confident that everyone likes looking at you."

"Well, I wouldn't--"

"Plus, I reckon some boys get embarrassed when their peckers get hard in public."

"Actually, I'm worried about that too," Nicky admitted, "though I've been way too nervous so far for that to be an issue. What's a boy supposed to do when that happens?"

The policewomen both laughed. "That's absolutely not a problem, honey. Women love to see naked boys -- especially drop-dead gorgeous boys like you -- and I promise you they will not mind if you have a hard-on."

Thanking the officers, Nicky continued walking the rest of the way home nude, and it was thrilling. Everyone watched him with smiles, but no one bothered him. He even smiled back a little, but did so cautiously because, as every pretty boy knows, if you make eye contact with a woman for more than a few seconds, she may be encouraged to trot over and chat you up. Nicky liked that sometimes, with certain women, but right now he just wanted to be anonymous amid the crowd (or, at least, as anonymous as a naked boy can be).

The next night, when he got home from work, Nicky undressed, had a quick shower, and stepped out of his apartment naked and barefoot. He hid his key on a high window ledge that not many people would be tall enough to reach. This time, instead of walking towards the beach, he tentatively explored the neighborhood in the other direction, where he soon discovered more shops, restaurants and art galleries. People were everywhere, and they were all looking at him. No one reacted at all negatively to his nudity -- nor even acknowledged it other than with delighted expressions.

His walk took him past a restaurant with outdoor seating, and because there was a university nearby, all of the tables were filled with rowdy, beer-drinking college girls. Like everyone else, they watched him with approval, but weren't as reserved in how they expressed that approval. They whistled, called out mildly crude compliments and entreated him to come over and join them for a drink. He glanced over at his admirers and gave them a little wave to be polite. He preferred it when women were better behaved, but he could not deny that this kind of attention was intoxicating. Even when girls were rowdy and in a big group like that, Nicky always felt safe because no woman would push a boy to do something he wasn't comfortable with. And if one ever did, he had been taught, that was the one time a boy could use his strength to passively resist.

So despite the catcalls, Nicky was enjoying the situation, but then he realized he was getting a boner -- and he was only halfway past the restaurant. Despite the assurances of the policewomen, he was not quite ready for that level of exhibitionism. He tried to mentally interrupt it, but there was no time. His penis was already more than halfway erect, so he pressed down on it with one hand as he continued to walk. He ultimately succeeded, but the effort took several seconds, and the girls all saw what was happening. They hooted and applauded and told him they loved him, and as he reached the end of the deck, Nicky turned and blew them a kiss.

That night in his bed, Nicky relived the encounter -- but imagined he had gone back and joined the party, walking among the tables with a full boner, accepting drinks and compliments along the way. As he indulged in this fantasy, he gave his patient penis the attention it had earned by having behaved itself when he needed it to.

Every day that week, Nicky got dressed and walked to work. Although he imagined one day going naked there also, he felt no urgent need to explore that option because he felt so fulfilled with his breathtaking new freedom to be nude in his neighborhood. No one at work knew about his other life, and that was fine. Heck, he didn't have to go naked ALL the time.

Each evening when he got home, he had a quick dinner, showered and then went out walking. He had to eat at home because he was afraid to try going to a restaurant. Although he passed many shops, he was too shy to go inside until the proprietors stood in the doorway inviting him -- though they could surely see he had no money. He browsed at bookstores and gift shops as the shopkeepers and other customers made conversation with him. People walking past the shop would see him in the window and decide to go in also. Nicky was good for business, whether he bought anything or not. One evening, however, he carried his wallet with him and entered a shop that sold purses.

"Looking for a gift!" the clerk asked him.

"No, this is for me," he said, selecting a floppy, blue denim purse with daisies embroidered on it. He put it over his shoulder and regarded himself in the shop's full-length mirror. "I know boys don't normally carry purses," he explained as he put the purse on the counter for the clerk to ring up, "but most boys don't go naked as much as I do, and the drawback to going naked is that I have no pockets. So, I decided if I'm going to go naked all the time, then gosh darn it, I need a purse."

He had said all of this on purpose -- to see what would happen -- and sure enough, he felt an erection coming on, which was also fueled by how the clerk was looking at him. She had red hair, and her nametag said "Kelly."

Pretending to be caught off guard, he let his boner get almost full, and then he pushed down on it until it was mostly pointed downward. "Sorry," he said nonchalantly, as the clerk watched. "I just can't control this thing sometimes."

When the transaction was finished, Nicky put his wallet inside the purse, thanked Kelly by name, and sauntered out of the shop. He was elated. He knew that if his erection got completely full, it would stay hard whether he wanted it to or not. But if he caught it just before then, he could make it go down. People nearby would still get a little show, but he wouldn't be stuck with a full boner for the next half an hour.

That Saturday, Nicky had to go to the grocery store. He'd been to the Trader Jill's store once before, but that time he had been fully dressed. This time, he was going to go nude. And because it wasn't in his neighborhood, he was going to have to drive. Wearing only sandals, sunglasses and perfume, Nicky left his apartment carrying his purse and strode to the carport, where he got into his little orange convertible and put down the top.

On the way to the grocery store, Nicky decided to stop at the gas station (though he still had half a tank). As he got out and pumped the gas, Nicky watched through his dark glasses as the other customers watched him. More smiles -- a good sign. As he finished, one woman said, "that's a beautiful car, honey. It suits you." He thanked her and drove away.

When he reached the Trader Jill's parking lot, Nicky sat in his car a moment, gathering his nerves. Just because nudity was legal didn't necessarily mean one could go to a grocery store that way. The policewoman said he could go naked anywhere, but he wasn't entirely convinced. He knew that the worst that could happen would be that people would look at him disapprovingly and tell him to leave. That would still be pretty bad because no one had ever actually looked at him that way, but he had never walked into a grocery store naked before. Resolved to find out, he got out of his car and strode purposely towards the store, his purse over one shoulder and his sunglasses hiding his eyes.

The doors whooshed open, and he stepped inside, pausing to push his glasses up onto his head, and right in front of him was an older woman with a manager tag. She looked at him in shock for what seemed like a long time, even though it was only two seconds, then she smiled pleasantly and said, "Welcome to Trader Jill's."

Relieved almost to tears, Nicky selected a shopping cart and began pushing it through the store. Everyone treated him just like the people in his neighborhood did. They all simply accepted him, watched him, and made conversation when they could. The clerks stocking shelves all offered assistance, and two shoppers admired his purse. After going through the checkout, where an attractive woman twice his age flirted with him, Nicky took his bags out to his car and got in, the leather seat toasty warm against his bottom.

The next week went much the same. He went to work clothed, then went naked in his neighborhood, keeping his two lives separate. Nicky was happy with his job, he got along well with his coworkers, and he was starting to meet lots of other women who worked at the various eclectic little buildings that made up the company's small-town campus.

Naturally, several girls had already shown romantic interest in him, and there were a few whose interest he encouraged. Among these was a red-haired girl named Molly, who worked in the Pottery department. As part of his job, Nicky stopped at the pottery building once a day to pick up reports for his boss, the director of Finance. Molly worked there and often came to the counter to chat with him. One day, she asked him to lunch, and he accepted.

"So," Molly said, sipping her iced tea, "I saw there's a festival this weekend in the Catherwood neighborhood. Isn't that where you said you live?"

"Yes," Nicky said. "I was thinking of going to that."

"Want to go together?"

"Do you mean for, like, a date?"

Molly smiled tentatively. "Yes, or no, depending on which answer you're comfortable with."

"I'm fine with it being a date," Nicky said, "but I need to tell you something about myself first."

"That you already have 42 girlfriends?"

Nicky laughed. "Not yet, but I just moved here."

"So what is your little secret?"

"Wellll," Nicky began, not having explained it before. "When I'm not at work, I don't wear clothes."

"Oooh, I like that picture. So, you're a home nudist?"

"Not just at home. I go places naked."

"Really? Like where?"

"All around my neighborhood. So we can go to that festival together, and we can consider it a date, but I'll be naked."

"Oh my god, that's so sexy, but I can't tell if you're serious or pulling my leg."

Nicky took a paper napkin, wrote his address on it, and slid it across the table to Molly. "Pick me up at noon, and you'll find out."

Sunday, at exactly 12:00, Molly knocked on Nicky's door. He opened it and stepped outside nude and barefoot. He handed her a ten-dollar bill. "That's my contribution if we buy anything."

They walked to the festival -- Molly still stunned -- where a band was playing, had drinks and danced and ate food from vendor stalls. Late in the afternoon, Nicky was a little drunk and feeling giddy with happiness. He was naked in a crowd of women, and everyone accepted him. He could tell by their faces that they weren't just tolerating his nudity, but encouraging him. As he basked in the situation, Molly's arm around his waist, he suddenly realized he recognized the faces of a group of women coming towards them. It was his boss, Carolyn, and several of his coworkers.

They were all gawking at him with astonished glee, and when they were close enough to speak, they made a delicious fuss over his nudity. Some of them also knew Molly, who in the conversation, revealed that Nicky always went naked, except to work. That prompted Carolyn to say that he should feel free to come to work nude as well, to which all the coworkers heartily agreed.

The encounter was brief, and then Nicky and Molly walked to his apartment, where they stood kissing on the stoop. Nicky quickly had a full erection, which he made no effort to hold back."

"Is that for me?" Molly asked, her hands now caressing Nicky's butt.

"Well, it's because of you," Nicky said, "but not for you to do anything with -- at least not today. Thank you for a lovely afternoon." With that, he kissed her again, opened the door and closed it behind him, leaving Molly standing on the stoop.

The next morning, Nicky walked to work fully dressed as usual. Naturally, he had fantasized about taking Carolyn's suggestion and going to work nude, but she'd been drinking and was laughing as she said it, so he wouldn't do it based on that alone. But it was definitely a step in the right direction. After all, now they knew he went naked during his off hours, so if he ever wanted to ask if he could come to work naked, at least it wouldn't come as a big surprise.

When he arrived at work, everyone gave him knowing grins -- even girls who hadn't been at the festival. So word had spread -- good. He wanted them to know now.

On Mondays, they always had their team meeting at 9:00, but today Nicky saw another person that he recognized as Angela from HR. As they got settled at the table, Angela said, "I won't take up much of your time today, but we need to have a little chat about what happened yesterday."

"Yesterday?" Nicky repeated. "Am I in trouble?"

Angela reached over and patted his hand. "No, of course not," she said.

"I'm the one in trouble," Carolyn said.

"No one is in trouble," Angela said. "Nicky, Carolyn came to me first thing this morning to self-report that she realized she spoke a little inappropriately when you bumped into each other off-hours."

"I didn't think she said anything inappropriate," Nicky said. "It was complimentary."

"I'm glad to hear you interpreted it that way," Angela said. "But because Carolyn is your boss, we advise against being overly complimentary or too specific about an employee's physical appearance. As we recommend in the Employee Handbook, it's better to stick to generalized comments such as 'you look nice today.'"

"But I was naked, and she was just surprised by that."

"Also, I was drunk," Carolyn.

"It was your day off," Nicky said, trying to defend her.

"Nicky, no one is in trouble," Angela repeated. "We just like to have these little conversations sometimes. It was a minor offense, off-hours, and you weren't offended by it, so that part of the matter can be considered closed."

"Um, that part?"

"Well, the other part is that Carolyn extended an offer that you could start coming to work nude."

"But I told you I wasn't offend--"

"And I would like to formally repeat that offer."

"Pardon?"

"We didn't realize that you moved out here for the opportunity to be nude, and that you've been doing so except when at work. Carolyn may not have worded it ideally, but by all means, Nicky, if you'd like to come to work nude also, the company would fully support that."

This caught Nicky by surprise. "Um, thank you. Well, um, it's true I've thought about asking if I could do that. But even though it's something I'm technically allowed to do, I wouldn't want to make anyone I work with uncomfortable."

This made everyone laugh, and Angela said to the group, "Okay, team, even though I discourage commenting on a coworker's appearance, for this moment you may honestly express yourselves." At this, everyone at the table spoke over each other as they voiced their enthusiasm for Nicky to come to work naked.

It filled Nicky's heart, and he wiped away a tear. "That means a lot to me, but there are a lot of other people I interact with every day. Maybe I could just go naked here in the office and get dressed whenever I have to run my errands?"

"That's up to you, dear."

"Also, um, it's possible I might sometimes have, um, you know, an erection. Not because I'd be thinking sexual thoughts, which I would not be at work, but I sometimes get random boners for no reason. They just happen out of nowhere, and I can nearly always make it go down in 10 or 15 seconds, but sometimes it will just sort of lock in place and won't go down for the longest time." This produced more laughter, and Nicky realized he had blurted out more than he'd meant to say.

"That is quite a vivid image that is probably going to stay in my mind all day," Angela said. "Let me just say in response that I am confident everyone at this company will be happy to see you going about your tasks and errands nude, and I have no doubt that they will be especially pleased if you also have an erection." Here, the group cheered again. "The only concern the company would have is whether this interfered with your work. For example, if you were supposed to get up and perform a task, but instead stayed at your desk waiting for an erection to go down, that could be an issue. Or, if you were wasting time getting dressed and undressed several times a day. So from an efficiency standpoint, I'd suggest going naked all the time and don't bother trying to conceal your erections. But that's entirely up to you."

That evening, Nicky again went out walking naked in his neighborhood, but he was preoccupied trying to decide what to do about work. He was thrilled by the option -- at the invitation of HR even -- but he wanted to be cautious. He had to work there every day, and even though the people in his office were okay with it, he also had to interact with lots of other people at the company. He decided it would be best to ease his way into it and see how people reacted. Although he'd been embarrassed by how much he had described the boner management problem, he was glad he'd said they often happened randomly. That did happen sometimes, but mostly he'd get them for a reason -- and that reason was it turned him on to be naked around other people. He didn't want to admit that, of course. He'd rather they assume he had that non-sexual "naturist" preference for nudity, and he did have some of those feelings. But there was no denying (at least to himself) that it was also an erotic experience, especially when attractive girls were flirting with him.

The next morning, Nicky got dressed as usual, but intentionally selected an outfit that would be easy to slip in and out of. When he entered the office, he casually took it off as one might a coat and hung it on one of the pegs by the door. As he strode naked past the other desks, his coworkers cheerfully told him good morning and that he looked really nice today.

Although part of Nicky's job involved entering data into a terminal connected to the company's mainframe computer, he also ran several errands around campus. For example, each department produced a daily statistical report on a paper document that Nicky entered into the mainframe.

He had planned out how to consolidate his errands into groups so he could slip on his outfit, go out for several stops, and then quickly undress again when he returned. This seemed to work pretty well at first, but soon became harder to maintain. For one thing, the various departments were not always ready with their reports. Late in the afternoon, Nicky was painstakingly entering the data when he realized he was still missing the report from the Kitchen Accessories department. It was right next door, and Nicky impulsively dashed out without putting on his outfit. No one happened to be outdoors between the two buildings, but as he entered the neighboring office, he was, of course, visible to everyone on the main floor. Normally, the report would be in the outgoing mail slot, but it still wasn't there. He had little choice but to walk through the general office to the manager's office, where he knocked on the open door and asked for the report. The manager, a middle-aged woman named Debbie, looked at him with surprise (and delight) and fished around on her desk for the report. As he made his way through the maze of desks to the door, several other women said hi to him.

The next day, it happened again, though for other reasons. They were having a brainstorming meeting at which Nicky was tasked with writing ideas on the whiteboard. This thrilled him because, in addition to being naked, he was the only one standing in the cramped meeting room, and everyone was legitimately watching him because he was the one writing ideas on the board. He knew that his butt and penis were wiggling as he wrote on the board, and everyone's face told him they enjoyed watching him. At one point, he felt a boner coming, but managed to mentally keep it from happening. The brainstorming session was still going on as noon approached, and Carolyn seemed frustrated that they had not made more progress. She called in a sandwich order and told Nicky to pick it up.

He started to go put on his clothes, which were on a chair by his desk. But that was in full view of the meeting room, and Nicky feared Carolyn would be annoyed if he took time getting dressed, so he just left the office and hurried down the stairs.

The lunch stand was on the other side of the company's campus of shops and buildings, and because it was lunchtime and a very nice day, lots of employees were outdoors.

As he strode down the sidewalk naked and barefoot, clutching the scribbled note Carolyn had given him, Nicky was intensely aware of all the people watching him go by. Although he had been nude in front of lots of people in his neighborhood and at the grocery, those had mostly been anonymous strangers. These were people he worked with every day.

At the lunch stand, he was glad to see there was no line, but it turned out the order was not yet ready, so he had to just stand nearby as dozens of people walked by. He glanced down at himself, his starkly naked body illuminated in the sunshine, and was suddenly reminded of the dream he used to have. It was just like that, and the memory somehow gave him confidence.

People he knew from his rounds stopped to chat for a moment. He could tell by their eyes they wanted to ask why he was nude, but they only said he looked very nice today. He thanked them and made small talk, keeping his hands to his side, or even putting them behind his back. A strand of hair blew into his face, so he pulled out his hair tie, ran his fingers through his hair to pull it all back securely, and wrapped the band back in place. All the while, he continued chatting with whoever wanted to come by and tell him how nice he looked today.

Most people just gave him space, but they could not help but watch raptly. As practically the only boy at the company (and a very good-looking boy at that), Nicky had already become popular, and everyone knew his name. But now, to their astonishment and delight, he was completely naked. It was every woman's erotic wet dream come true. They all wanted to say hello to him, but no one wanted to jinx whatever celestial magic may have been involved in the unexpected sight of the already-adorable Nicky from Finance standing there entirely nude and casually chatting with people at the lunch counter.

When the sack of sandwiches was ready, Nicky politely said thank you and made his barefoot way back across campus, smiling happily at all he passed along the way. Back in the office, Nicky felt exhilarated as he handed out the sandwiches and the workshop continued.

Late in the afternoon, he had another errand to run, and there was plenty of time to get dressed. He was conflicted but decided to get dressed so as not to push things too fast. His errands took him around campus, and everyone was cheerful and friendly as always, but it felt ordinary compared to that magical moment at lunchtime. When he got back to his desk, it was only 20 minutes to quitting time, so it made sense to stay dressed.

Thursday morning, he walked to work wearing another loose-fitting outfit, but as he took it off by the office door and hung it on a coat peg, he knew he wasn't going to put it back on. All day, he did his errands naked and barefoot, stood in line naked at the lunch stand, and sat naked in the plaza chatting with others. Everyone told him he looked nice, letting their eyes and smiles say the rest. A few dared, in private asides, to be more specific. "I'm probably not supposed to say this," the conversation would begin, "but I love how you've been going naked lately. It's just so amazingly wonderful! I really hope you keep doing it!"

Even those people did not ask him WHY he was nude; they just accepted it as a lifestyle choice he had made, and they were eager to encourage him.

A few girls -- the ones he had been flirting with -- were more bold and wanted to hear all the luxurious details of his desire to be naked so much -- and whether it was a turn-on for him. He coyly declined to say much because he knew that talking about it would likely give him an erection, and although he had become more confident in managing them, he did not want to take unnecessary risks at work. He wanted to have those intimate conversations in the privacy of his apartment, as he would be doing the coming weekend with Molly. He planned for them to be making out on his couch, him nude of course, but her clothed. He was a virgin and didn't want things to go too far too fast. He would let her caress all of his body except his penis, which, of course, would be hugely erect in such circumstances. Whenever those plans crossed his mind during the work day, he had to force it aside and focus on something else because he knew such thoughts would give him a boner -- and some boners just could not be subdued.

When it was 5:00, he took his outfit from the coat peg where it had hung untouched all day, folded it neatly and put it in his purse. Wearing only his sandals, he called out his goodbyes to those coworkers who were still in the office and stepped out the door.

Nicky's walk home took him along the same busy street he had now walked many times -- but this was the first time he had walked it nude. Many horns were tooted for him, along with whistles, shouted compliments to his body parts and one marriage proposal. He waved to all.

The next morning was Friday, and he had already decided he would walk to work naked, wearing only his sandals. But when he woke, it was raining so he decided to go barefoot as well. He had intended to carry his purse, but realized belatedly that it was not waterproof. All he actually needed was a bit of money for lunch, and he had some in his desk (along with his employee ID card that no one had ever asked him for). So, he stepped out of his apartment nude and barefoot, tucking his spare key on the high ledge.

The rain was coming down hard, but Nicky plunged into it and began his six-block walk. It was a bit chilly because although the air temperature was 70 degrees, the raindrops were colder than that. But he loved it, dancing through puddles as he crossed the street, and waving at the motorists who honked for him.

When he came through the door of the office, passing a row of dripping umbrellas and raincoats, his coworkers made a lovely fuss over him. They all wanted to touch his cold, wet skin (his butt getting a little attention in the process). Someone offered him a roll of paper towels, but he said he wanted to air dry and was soon busy at his desk as rainwater continued to roll in trickles down his body.

The rain continued intermittently throughout the day, sometimes slacking off to a light sprinkle and other times coming down in sheets. Periodically, Nicky would leave for one of his many errands. He had been provided with a waterproof mailbag to keep the documents dry, but this was the first day he'd needed it.

His first stop was the Pottery department, where Molly waved him over to her desk. "I have some ideas for our date this weekend," she said, still seated as she watched rainwater stream down his body and drip from his penis.

"Which are?"

"I thought we could drive downtown and have dinner al fresco at one of those trendy restaurants. And then we could walk down that long stretch of bars and nightclubs and try out a few."

"That sounds fun," Nicky said, trying to hide the mixture of alarm and sexual excitement he was now feeling

"And all of those people will see you naked," she added teasingly, her eyes on his penis.

Nicky knew what she was trying to do, of course, but by now he'd had lots of practice mentally keeping his erections under control, and he'd gotten much better at it. His penis did lengthen and harden a little, but did not stand up. "I'm looking forward to that part," he said, "but I don't want us to be out late because I have plans."

Molly's smile faltered. "You do?"

Nicky sat on the edge of her desk, making it wet, and said, "I want us to be back in my apartment in time for lots of kissing." With that, he slid wetly off her desk and went on his way.

It being the end of the week, Nicky had lots of stops to make at nearly every building, and he was constantly getting rained on in between. From the perspective of the other employees at the company's many scattered houses and storefronts, this was the second day in which the already-delightful Nicky from Finance was cheerfully coming through their doors completely nude -- and this time he was also dripping wet.

Though he normally just needed to pick up a package or drop something off, the women of each department came up with excuses for him to come farther inside so they could gather around telling him how nice he looked, and touching his skin to see how very wet he was. Everyone told him he looked so very nice, but increasingly, they could not limit themselves to the Employee Handbook's allowable verbiage. It changed to "you look so nice this way" and then ultimately to "you look so nice naked."

Nicky loved hearing them finally say that word. He wanted his nudity to be something that was acknowledged and commented upon. And so, as the compliment evolved, he didn't just say "thank you," as he had been doing, but "oh, thank you; do you really think so?" as if being complimented for an outfit or hairstyle. This prompted the women in each department to declare that yes, oh yes, he looked so very nice naked.

Then, when the conversation reached this point, someone would eagerly ask, "are you going to be naked all the time now?"

"Do you think I should?" he would ask fetchingly, with a little pretend pout of uncertainty.

"Oh, yes!" they would sigh longingly. "Oh yes, we would love it if you stayed naked. Wouldn't we, girls?" And here, all the women gathered around him would gushingly agree.

"I really appreciate you saying so," he would say in genuine sincerity. "I do want to go naked all the time, and just never wear clothes at all -- maybe not even own any -- but gosh, I just wasn't sure how people felt about it."

This broke the Employee Handbook for good, and thereafter, people always told him he looked so very, very nice naked, and that they hoped he would stay naked all the time.

And he did.