Date: Sun, 2 May 2021 13:34:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Picture Them Naked Part 2

Picture Them Naked Part 2: The Naked Eye

I always liked comic books, especially Superman. I liked how Batman and
Spiderman were regular guys like me but then could switch into something
special by dressing up in a disguise, but Superman is always special.
He's always Superman. His disguise is as a regular guy.

And being able to fly or run really fast is great, and who wouldn't want
to be super-strong, but what I really liked is how he could hear stuff
(that didn't happen much) and especially how he could see through stuff,
see through walls, know stuff that's private.

Of course, I know it's all make-believe. I'm not crazy. But something
happened and it was for real, not just a comic book story or a movie.

One day, I bumped into my mailman. No, really bumped into him. His name
is Ryan. He just became a mailman this month. We've talked a few times.
He's really nice. But I really clobbered him. We slammed into each other
as I was running out my front door and he was walking up to slip some
mail through the slot.

We ended up both lying flat on the porch in pain. He thought maybe his
nose was broken at first and me too, that weird feeling if you hurt your
nose. But mostly it was my eye. Our faces really slammed into each other,
and I knew right away that I would have a big black eye.

Eventually we got up and apologized and made sure the other was okay. It
was pretty much my fault but I got hurt worse. He said he was okay, but
the rest of the day I had a headache and a sore arm and my eye was kind
of hazy and blinky.

The next day, I opened the door real slow and saw the mailman walking
slowly up to the porch. He saw me and made a funny scared gesture,
holding up both hands. It was a hot day so he had on shorts, with a
stripe up the side of the leg, and a tucked-in uniform shirt with short
sleeves and a baseball cap, with a big bag of mail over one shoulder.

"Pretty bad shiner there," he said. "I'd hate to see the other guy." He
was fine, but I had a headache and a big black eye.

I said, "Yeah. It's a little sore," and I closed one eye and squinted. My
vision got a little hazy. It felt a little weird, not quite dizzy but
off-center.

I stood there staring at him through one eye, and suddenly he looked
different. He was looking back at me, his face in shadow from the cap's
brim, but his shirt was gone. No undershirt just bare chest. I wondered
if I had blacked out for a minute and missed something. I was rubbing one
eye and swinging through the other.

He moved the mail bag around to the side, and I saw that his shorts were
gone. No underwear, nothing, just shoes and a hat. No shame, no
embarrassment, he wasn't streaking on a dare. He was acting totally
normal, but naked on my porch out in public. He just stood there. It was
like seeing a guy in a locker room, popping around a corner with nothing
on, but out in the open.

In shock, I opened the other eye and stepped back. And his clothes were
back. Was I dreaming? Was I seeing things?

He handed me the mail and turned to walk away. I closed one eye again,
and quickly he was naked again. I watched his firm butt flex and bounce
with each step. He was in good shape.

He glanced back at me. I was in kind of a daze, peering at him through
one eye like I was looking through a peep-hole. He yelled back, "Don't
stand there in the sun too long!"

Maybe I was just like dehydrated or tired. I never had anything like that
happen to me before. I went back inside and got some water and sat and
watched TV, a baseball game.

I closed one eye and then the other, I tried squinting harder, I tried on
a few different channels. I couldn't make it happen again, so I figured
it was just some freak mental thing.

I decided to take a walk. There's a convenience store a couple blocks
away, conveniently, and they have this strawberry ice cream bar I like,
perfect on a hot day. It was really sunny though, and my eye was
bothering me on the way there. When I walked into the store, I was kind
of seeing spots, from the change in brightness. I blinked a few times,
grabbed my treat, and closed one eye.

And there, behind the counter, the guy was shirtless. It couldn't be
happening. I must be going crazy. And I could still see his nametag just
kind of stuck to his chest. But nothing on. I opened my eye, and it was
back to normal. I flipped back and forth a bunch of times. I could only
see from his chest up.

Then a couple young guys came in looking like they were just playing
basketball, T-shirts and mesh shorts. I stayed in the aisle and tried to
be subtle and secret, pretending like maybe I had a problem with a
contact lens. With one eye closed, I watched them stroll through the
store, talking, laughing, naked except for their big sneakers, grabbing
snacks and drinks, paying and leaving. I didn't see where their wallets
came from, but I wondered. To be honest, their shorts didn't leave much
to the imagination anyway, but it was wild to see them bare-assed in
public. It really felt like a prank, but how?

I walked up and paid and chatted a bit about how hot it was. I kind of
stretched out the conversation more than we usually did so I could squint
and look down and see his long dick dangling behind the counter.
"Anything else?" he asked. I pretended like I was thinking about whether
I forgot something and then said no and left.

I finished my ice cream on a bench, watching cars drive by and squinting;
normal, naked, normal, naked, at least waist up from what I could see.
Then a Jeep pulled up, and the guy driving it looked naked without me
having to do anything. Did I overdo it?

He parked and hopped out. He was wearing shorts and grabbed his shirt
from the passenger seat and pulled it over his head. He looked at the
meter and then at me. "Do you know if you have to pay today?"

I stared at him. The sun was in my eyes, so I held one hand up to shield
them and closed one eye. Pop! His clothes disappeared. His chest looked
exactly as it did before he had put on his shirt, and everything else
seemed realistically proportionate to the bump that the front of his
shorts had before I stripped them off with my super-vision. His body was
smooth and muscular and fit, and I guess he shaved all his body hair off.
I had seen guys like that at the gym, not that I ever stared like this.

I told him no, and he said thanks and waved and jogged away, bouncing
naked into the park.

What was this? It wasn't a dream or a hallucination. Somehow, I had X-ray
vision!

What to do with it, though? I sat on that bench and watched everyone walk
by or jog by or drive by. It was a busy day. And every once in a while
I'd decide to see what was covered by clothes. I'd scratch my cheek
nonchalantly and then close that eye.

A couple joggers lost their sweatpants. A guy in a suit was suddenly in
just his birthday suit. Some road-construction guys stood naked around a
manhole and then stopped to eat lunch in the grass. That time was weird;
they still had those orange vests on when I closed my eye. It made it
more interesting than if they had nothing on. And of course they were
still wearing those big boots.

Maybe I had some kind of brain damage and was just imagining, like a
daydream so vivid that you really see stuff. Maybe I was just imagining
what I was seeing.

And then I watched this kid do skateboarding tricks; that was really cool
actually. One time I saw a real video of a guy doing skateboard stuff
naked, and it was just like that. This guy was really fit, maybe 19, and
had that kind of dick where the skin is kind of darker than the rest of
his body. And uncut. I was just kind of watching him for a long time.

It felt like I was watching porn all day. Nobody was fucking, but just
seeing naked bodies, especially out in public... it was really getting me
hot. I was glad nobody could see through my clothes, but I was so hard
that somebody could've seen how hard I was anyway. I kept one hand in my
pocket to hide the situation.

I decided to go find a bathroom and tug one out. It made me wonder if
Superman had that problem.

I went into a bar and into the bathroom and into a stall and into my
pants. I stood there, pulling my hard cock through my hand a few times
and picturing all the naked bodies I had watched for hours before. Then a
couple guys came in together, talking, loud.

I sat down. There was only one stall and one urinal. The one guy went to
piss while the other leaned against the wall and waited.

The urinal was on the side wall and close to the stall, and it didn't
have those little partitions, so I could peek through the gap in the door
and see. I looked. Not much to see. I leaned back. Then I looked out the
other side at the guy who was waiting. With a squint, he was naked, and I
could see his build and his pubic hair and what his dick looked like. He
had a bit of a belly that you wouldn't have guessed. And his dick was big
and veiny.

Then I popped his clothes back on, and when he went over to the urinal,
while the other guy washed his hands, I saw the same set-up when he
flopped out the real deal. I wasn't just imagining. I could see through
clothes.

They left, and I jacked off there quickly to my new superpower. I felt
like a bad guy though, like a thief. Like I snuck into people's clothes
and stole their bodies, stole a secret from them.

That night, I had a nightmare where I used kryptonite to tie Superman up
and steal his X-ray vision power and used it to stare through his costume
at his naked body. And then Batman and Robin showed up to save him, and I
looked through their clothes and yelled their secret identities at them
and they ran away. I woke up feeling really weird and stupid.

The next day, I was sitting on my porch, reading and thinking. My mailman
came up. "Oh, hey Ryan..."

"Something wrong?" he asked. I told him I just had something in my mind.
He asked what was bothering me and I said he wouldn't believe me if I
told him. "Try me."

I thought for a bit and said, "Oh it's nothing really. I just have
magical powers this week." When I winked at him jokingly, his uniform
disappeared for a second, like somebody flicked a switch.

"Oh that can be weird. Happened to me when I first got my magic powers,"
he said. I asked if he could fly or maybe deliver all the mail in two
seconds if he wanted to.

"Maybe you can see through the envelopes?" I asked. I winked again. Ryan
has a really good body.

He stood there, smiling at me. I was getting hard. I noticed him looking
down. I wondered if he was checking me out. We had kind of flirted before
like this. So then I brushed my face and closed one eye and off went his
uniform again, and he was getting hard too. It was hot, knowing that he
must have been into me.

I thought I'd use a power like this to spot a bank robber's gun before he
could yell "This is a stick-up!" but I was just using it to be a Peeping
Tom.

We just stayed like that for a bit. But then he said, "I should get
going, I guess." I said something like goodbye or see ya tomorrow. I
watched his muscular naked butt walk away, and I tried to decide if it
looked better bare or with that snug uniform on.

Again, I took a walk through the park. It was another hot day. I saw a
guy wearing a big trench coat, which seemed weird. I wondered if it was
supposed to start raining. I gave him the old squint, and looked under
his clothes. He was boned up. Long and strong, very long. And something
seemed different. I had been looking through clothes for a while, getting
to be an expert, and there was always a weird haze, like the clothes were
still there and not fully invisible. But it looked different this time
nlike there was nothing to look through under that coat.

I realized that this guy must've been a flasher or a streaker or
something. I held back and followed him from a distance. I thought that
flashers weren't real but here I was tracking one.

He walked around the park for a while. Then he went up to a group of
college-age girls hanging out on the grass, on a big blanket, and he
flashed them, just like in some old movie. They yelled and looked shocked
and shielded their eyes, all in a few seconds, before he ran off
running.

I ran up, but he was gone. I asked if they saw which way he went. One of
the girls handed me a flier with a police sketch and explained that it's
an ongoing problem. It said to contact this specific detective who is in
charge of the case.

"Hello?  Yes, uh, I think I can give you a better description of the
flasher," I said over the phone. "At the police station? Yeah."

The detective said, "I'll meet you in the lobby." When I got there, he
was waiting, eager. He was tall and commanding. He had on a suit and tie,
and his badge was out and on his belt. I thought that was just in cop
shows, but here it was for real.

I shook his hand. It was strong, perfect handshake. I realized that he
probably did a ton of handshakes. He took me right back to a police
sketch artist and had me sit down. I told them that I saw the flasher and
then saw him flash. The detective asked if I knew about the flasher
before today. I said no.

"How did you know it was him before he did anything?"

I said, "I saw him wearing a raincoat and followed him." The detective
nodded, and I went on describing the guy's face and answering the sketch
artist's questions. He worked pretty fast and then showed me the drawing.
It was pretty good. It looked more like the guy than the fliers did.

But then the detective asked to talk to me alone in an interrogation
room. It really looked like a cop show. It was an empty white room with a
table in the center and a chair on either side and a light hanging.

I sat. He leaned back against the table with his arms crossed and said,
"I'm gonna give it to you straight here. I don't buy your story. I think
you just made up what you saw. Maybe you're the type who likes to poke
his nose into police business or maybe it's because you're the real
flasher and you want us hunting some imaginary face."

This was bad. Not only was I no hero, I was a suspected criminal. I told
him no, that I saw the guy acting weird. I wondered if I should tell him
the whole weird story. I felt like Batman working with Commissioner
Gordon.

He said, "Well, we haven't gotten a description like you just gave us.
Most people didn't get a good look at his face. But they did see...
Well, let me ask you this. Would you agree to a strip search?"

I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to be a suspect, but... "uh,
okay. Yes."

He asked me to take off my shirt. I did. He looked at my body. It felt
weird to be half-dressed in this kind of situation. I remembered the
flasher's build. It wasn't that different from mine, weight and
hairiness, nothing noticeable above the waist. "And, would you remove
your pants please?" I kicked off my shoes and stopped. I looked around.
"There's no cameras in here and nobody watching."

"Um... these too?" I asked, with my pants undone, and him looking at my
red underwear. He nodded yes. I dropped everything down to my ankles and
stepped out. He looked at my dick. He kind of stared at it. I let him.
Then I said, "Oh, mine isn't anywhere near as big."

The fliers obviously didn't say "9-inch python on the loose!" but I had
gotten a good look under the coat before the flasher flashed.

The detective stopped. He looked at me, questioningly. "Now, you said
that you saw the flasher in a strange coat and followed him from a far
distance and only saw him uncover himself from the back and from across
the park. How did you know how well-endowed the perp is, huh?"

It felt really weird. I was naked (no socks that day, too warm) and being
grilled by the police. I told him that he wouldn't believe me, not even
trying to come up with a lie. He suggested that I tell him everything
there was to tell. I figured he thought I was delusional or lying.

"I have X-ray Vision?" I said.

He kind of rolled his eyes. I don't know what he thought of me. "You're
telling me you can see through walls?"

"No, just clothes! Wow, it does sound crazy. It's true, though. I don't
know how or why, but I can see..."

He squinted his eyes at me, wondering if the whole thing was just a waste
of his afternoon. "Okay, you see me naked right now? You can see under my
clothes?"

I closed one eye and scrunched up my face, while standing there naked and
pleading my innocence. In a second, the detective's suit was gone. I saw
his bare chest and arms and shoulders and stomach, but his tie was still
there. And his badge was still there, stuck to his waist. And I looked
down lower. Nothing but skin until I got to his shoes.

He was tanned and toned and smooth. It made him look slimmer and more
muscular. With my eye still closed, I looked him in the eye. "You're
shaved."

"Oh am I?" he said. "And what else?" I told him he had a good body, and I
looked at his dick, and I told him he looked pretty well-endowed himself.
And I realized that I was getting hard again from using my special
see-you-naked power.

It felt like power, like I had power over him even though he had a badge
and was strong and tough and got me naked in a locked room. For a split
second, I pictured him handcuffing me and walking me through all the cops
there into a cell. It got me even harder. I was just standing there with
a mega boner. It was crazy.

Then I noticed a birthmark on his hip, just to the left of the badge. If
he were wearing a speedo, it would be hidden, but I could see it. I
opened my eye and blinked. I pointed, "And you have a birthmark right
there."

He stopped in his tracks and went from suspicious to shocked to curious.
I guess he thought I had been lying, or nuts, but now we were in the
Twilight Zone or something.

"You can see that?" he said. I squinted again and looked at his whole
amazing body. He said, "you can really see me naked right now? You're
seeing everything?" It was like I had proof of aliens or something. He
was suddenly a believer.

And I noticed that he was starting to get hard. The more I stared, the
harder he got, so I stared harder. He looked down, and I saw him wonder
if I knew. He adjusted himself.

"You believe me? You believe that I'm telling the truth?"

He looked really good. I kept my eye closed. I wish my body looked like
his. He was flexing under his clothes. And having the tie and the badge
and the shoes on, it made it feel like he was a stripper.

I looked down when I realized that I was as hard as I've ever been. I
looked at him a little embarrassed but I saw that he was in a similar
state.

He said, "Okay, well, I can now confirm that you do not fit the
description of the suspect. That right there is... Well, I appreciate
your assistance in comparing it to the, full description, as it had been
seen."

"No problem. It just happened on its own. I've been getting hard all day
and all yesterday." It was difficult to stop myself from holding onto my
hard dick, you know that instinct when you're naked. And he was getting
really hard too.

"I bet you're about ready to explode, huh?"

"Yeah, I definitely need to, take care of it."

He said, "Well... you could just take care of it right here and now.
Nobody's gonna bother us or come knocking on the door."

I just looked at him. I smiled, embarrassed and riled up, like we had
just snuck into the principal's office and now he was daring me. I held
my dick in my hand, and having him watch me was so hot. I pulled on it
twice and let go.

He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and laid it flat on the table. I
got the gist that it was to clean up after. My dick was bobbing between
us like a flagpole on a fishing boat.

While he stared, I felt like I had saved the day and was about to be
rewarded. This guy was really hot, and I felt like I got to know him. He
knew my secret. I held my dick for him, and he nodded his interest,
laid-back like "go ahead."

I said, "Can I see for real?" And he nodded. I sat there jerking. He took
off his jacket set his badge on the table, next to the handkerchief, and
pulled his shirt untucked and started unbuttoning. He took off his tie
and opened his shirt. He was still leaning back against the table.

His bare chest looked just like what I had seen. His chest was firm and
muscled. I reached up to touch his skin, and he held up one finger to
stop me. "Look but don't touch," he said. I felt disappointed for a
second but then I really liked it, him being in charge. It felt like I
was handcuffed. It felt like I was tied up and him in charge and getting
hotter.

I was stroking for him. He liked watching. He said, "You want to see? You
want me to jack off with you?"

It was so hot. "Yes, sir," I said. He pulled it out, still keeping his
clothes on but just opened up, while I was bare ass naked. I wanted him
to touch me, all over, to do more, but I figured he had this rule. And
then I thought about him doing this with other guys, never really doing
anything but just whacking it in front of each other. I wondered how many
guys and how many times, and it was like a fast-forward highlight reel in
my head.

And he was watching me so intently while I got faster and faster. Then he
said, "You're gonna hold it until I say we're ready to go together,
okay?"

I knew what edging was but never really tried it. If I was ready, I went
ahead and enjoyed myself, but this was so hot, like my balls were
handcuffed and he had the key. I loved him having all the power over me.
He stroked slow and then faster and then really fast, bucking on his hand
like he was riding a bull.

"Okay, now," he said, and I relaxed and loosened and let it go and shot a
precise load right into the center of that handkerchief and he unloaded
onto my load. And I watched up close, I could smell it in the air. I
loved the feeling he put me in.

We relaxed and eventually got dressed and headed out and I got a call a
few days later when they caught the guy from the new sketch.

And I kept using my power.


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