Dick of the week:

Why is Huck back with us? Well, it turns out that Huck had so much to say, we interviewed him a second time -- and then saw him in action up in Los Angeles! We think you'll find these just as interesting.

So what's it like to be naked when everyone else is clothed?

It's so liberating! I went to an underwear party in San Francisco and one guy was walking around naked, and I asked if I could do that, and they said like, well, yes, and there were suddenly groups of people dancing naked, on a little podium. It was great! It was at one of those funky club warehouses on a little street. The straight club there is called Club D[xxxx]; they had underwear parties 3 or 4 times a year. Sure enough, [when I got there] people were walking around in their underwear. I don't know if you've ever heard of Naked Rob -- he's a hairdresser, he's naked at restaurants on Castro Street? He's the one who was naked there. After he told me it was OK, more and more joined us. They put out lube and condoms and had some smaller rooms and people just went at it -- having sex. Very different! It was OK as long as you were having safe sex; guys were walking around with flashlights [to check]. I got up on a podium and danced with a hardon and spurted spooj -- I could not believe it.

I went back for about 10 more underwear parties and my friends [back home] had trouble believing me. Anything went -- you could do anything. It was the best -- the best! They haven't had one for about a year.

How old were you the first time?

Probably 37.

And now you are?

44. [He still looks young 30s to me.]

Have you ever danced naked here except for that time in the BLOC [a defunct bar near here]?

At R[xxx] I've let my pants fall down a lot, but that got old, and this town is so conservative... I haven't danced in W[xxxx], but Orgasms Incorporated paid me to get undressed in the bathroom there. I've done naked hitchhiking, too.

Tell me about that.

It was awful, on the northern part of La Solantra Boulevard -- a dare as part of Orgasms Incorporated. We had to sit at a bus bench, then and stand up and get to the Outrigger Hotel by hitchhiking naked with someone who would pick us up in a car. Well, when I went to the bench there was this old lady there. [Although I did get naked,] some people yelled some things to me -- straight people. I regret that I did it because it was so public. Among adult gay men I'm fine, but as cars came around the corner you were never sure if it was the police or not.

In fact most of the stuff was at the BLOC. The Orgasms Incorporated guy paid you for taking off each piece, or with a hardon or whatever.

So what happened to 'Guy' [the fellow who ran 'Orgasms Incorporated']?

He's deceased. From AIDS. I think he ran out of money, moved back with his Mom in the midwest, then died a year later.

What was the most you ever got paid from him?

The first time I stripped naked and had a hardon -- and he sent me $100 cash. Later he sent more flyers which would mention similar remuneration, and then he would come up with an excuse -- you weren't naked long enough, or our backer couldn't make it, or I was fulfilling MY fantasy, not the backer's fantasy -- so I only got $50. He was a part-time college professor and a part-time travel agent. Nobody knew that Guy himself was the real backer.

So there were no patrons? He was the backer?

Exactly.

It was wild, and I couldn't understand why the BLOC allowed it. You could count on somebody taking their clothes off on the dance floor, Friday or Saturday -- although every now and then the manager would say to get dressed. The gay community knew that the show will go on.

I first saw Guy at the old Pacific Coast Club dancing with a cowboy with a naked butt on the dance floor. I was wearing something revealing. Guy noticed my interest [in the cowboy], and told me to take a look at the gay classifieds [in the next issue].

[He then described a kind of ad which I realized I had read several times. Each ad mentioned someone seen recently in a gay bar, identified by clothing or behavior. It said to phone such-and-such a number if you were that person and you were interested in a non-pornographic business proposition. I always had wondered who placed those ads -- finally I knew!]

Guy was his pseudonym. The first event I went to, he rented a little condo hotel room and had a naked bartender and explained the club. It was all pretty much nice-looking everyday gay men. It was fascinating that there was this group from [around here] who would go and talk about being exhibitionists. Then I started getting these flyers. I got whole sets of them [each describing an exhibitionistic dare for money]. It got really to be quite a compulsion or fetish for me. It was a double fantasy -- his fantasy but also mine. He didn't force me to do anything.

Guy would ask what fantasy WE would have. I go to the Park a lot, then get mostly naked or entirely naked or walk around naked while all the other gay sunbathers are wearing clothes. So I described how I had always wanted to have my swimsuit taken away from me while I was sleeping, then wake up with a hardon surrounded by gay men staring at me. So I did that and it was... difficult.

[Huck has already described this incident in the previous interview, but I'm leaving it in at this point because it's interesting to see how similar this account is to his other one.]

I laid out there by a tree, put all my things in a little backpack except for wearing one of the suits -- one that had clips on the side. I pretended to fall asleep, and all of a sudden there were like 30 people there -- but they didn't look like Orgasms Incorporated club members. I thought, "Oh, my God -- somebody called the police!" It can be really nerve-wracking. Someone came along and took my backpack. Now I get hard easily, especially when I'm naked. I had already undone the back side of my suit so I made it easy for them to unclip the rest and take it off. I laid there for several minutes, naked, with a boner, then pretended to wake up. I stood up with the boner, then I walked very quickly -- ran? -- with a car key in my hand, out to the street where I had my car.

But Guy did not pay me for that event, supposedly because it took me so long to take my clothes off. Some people liked the courage I showed standing up naked, but others got there late and felt I took too long to get up the courage. That one was my fantasy and it didn't exactly match what I'd hoped for.

Part of being an exhibitionist for me is control. I like being able to control who's watching, what they see, and knowing that it's gay men who might be surprised or interested. But no kids or families or straight people; that didn't feel right. It was not my normal exhibitionist thing because I didn't know who all those people were.

[NOTE: This interview was conducted by telephone, after a misunderstanding led to our not being able to meet before I went away on a trip. About a year passed, and then he and I did meet to conduct the standard "Dick of the Week" interview.]