Bay to Breakers

by Marvin Gordon

T^{his is the story of my naked}
adventure as a runner in the

beautiful city by the bay, San

Francisco. It started with a feature article

by Derry Calue in Naked Magazine.

Reading the story and seeing the hot

photos, I knew I had to do it. I contacted

Derry and registered for the run.

Before I left, I had my body hair
removed by waxing and shaving. The

waxing was indeed a ripping experience. I
also got a mohawk. Anaked contact once

impressed me with the notion that to be

truly naked you should remove your hair

as well as your clothes.

TV cameras. The others in our group then

stripped off their shorts, so that about fifty

naked soulsburst through the starting gate.

Along the way we were joined by

over a dozen spectators. They doffed their

clothes on the spot and enthusiastically

joined us naked. The other participants in

the run eagerly embraced us, both literally

and metaphorically. The crowds along the
route cheered and welcomed the naked

people. They certainly took lots of photos

and videotape. They also sprayed us with

water. Firemen and others trained hoses

on our naked bodies -- aiming especially

at the groin -- providing a welcome
respite from the mounting heat.

And so we ran through the streets of

San Francisco, up Hayes Hill and through
Golden Gate Park to the ocean, the break-

ers end of the run. Along the way

Arefreshing break on a hot day

The frat guys told a group of boys,

who were spraying us with a water hose,

"Get their dicks!"They did, and then

"Don't forget their asses." Two of us

turned and spread our ass cheeks while

they sprayed water into our butts.

Everybody roared.

At the water stations and potty stops,
I mingled with the crowd to get their reac-

tion to my nudity. It was all positive.

American Bandstand

I stopped at some of the dance spots

with live bands. It was great fun to be the
only naked guy dancing. At one band-

stand, which was going out live by radio

and TV, the M.C. asked if I would be a

guest at a rock concert and dance. I said,

"Only if I can be naked." He said he
wouldn't have it any other way.
It was an exciting, exhilarating experi-

ence to be surrounded by runners and fans

who gave us unconditional support. In the
neighbourhoods throughout the city, peo-

ple would rush out to meet the naked ones

and pose with us for photos.

At one point, dancing naked at one of

the bandstands, I felt a surge of energy

(endorphin rush) and decided to try to

catch up with some of our more serious

naked runners. I literally flew through the

throngs as spectators and runners cheered

me on. I heard yells of "Watch out for the

naked mohawk!"

For those who are interested in such

things, I took an unofficial clocking for the

12 km of 70 minutes.

Derry had arranged a picnic and party

at Baker Beach--the best of many naked

beaches in San Francisco--for the naked
runners who survived.
Will I do it again next year? You bet

a Hearst newspaper reporter

joined us naked, proving that

even members of the fourth estate

can be well hung.

The College Boys

Immediately behind us was a

group of college fraternity boys.

Clad in red T-shirts and shorts,

they were enthusiastic about us

being bare naked. "You guys got

balls!" one called out.

I chided a few who came

alongside us: "Why don't you

join us?" "Oh, we couldn't do

Thus I arrived in San Francisco bereft

of hair and eager to run naked in the

annual Bay to Breakers fun run. This was

the 88th year, and it attracted more than

75,000 participants, making it one of the

largest runs in the world. This 12 km run

is hyped, organised, and sponsored by the
San Francisco Examiner.As a fun run,

entrants are encouraged to wear costumes.

My costume was to be my Birthday Suit.

On the morning of the race I went to

the meeting place, the ferry docks (by the

bay) in downtown San Francisco, where I

joined a group called the San Diego

Camping Bares and a contingent of local

naked men, headed by Derry. I quickly

stripped off my shorts, tucking them into

my socks, and put on my loincloth.
"On your marks!"
We moved to the starting gate at 8 am. It is

traditional for this naked group to throw
their shirts to the crowd. I took off my T-

shirt and loincloth and threw them to the

wildly cheering throng of spectators and

that," they replied. I said "Isn't that what

college frat boys do -- strip off their

clothes and get their bare asses paddled?"

The answer: "Yeah, but only on campus!"

When we came to a pond in Golden

Gate Park, some of the frat boys stripped

to their underwear. They and the hunky

guy I'd been talking to jumped in, he fully

clothed. As his head surfaced, I said "You

may as well get out of those wet clothes."

He eagerly complied and jumped up out

of the water, naked.

Happy to see a naked Marvin in San Francisco

your sweet bare ass I will. Will you?

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