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Jeff's not sleeping over here anymore. December is over and he packed up and moved back to his place last night. Nathan's spending a lot of hours at work now and is just to exhausted to make the trip over so I'm home alone, my bed is empty, and I'm feeling a little depressed by the change. I love when those guys sleep over here all the time. My flat feels so alive.
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The minute I slipped off my boardies I got an erection. Guys noticed. They stared at me. I felt really self conscious about it and it wasn't going down. I was at full mast standing, sitting or laying down. While I sat I covered it with my towel. I never do this but I just couldn't get over the stares.
It isn't really about naked pics. It is about me exposing by deepest sexual secrets and leaving myself and my soul completely naked for the world to see.
Way back in the early 2000's I discovered a need to be vulnerable and naked in front of others, whether it be in public, among other naked guys, among clothed guys, or in front of authority.
Sometimes I like to be tied down, spanked, flogged and tortured. Sometimes I like to be physically examined and humiliated by someone of authority. I am a complete exhibitionist.
I also like to see others in the same situation where I am the one clothed or the one in authority.
I am not the greatest writer in the world. Some may say I stink and that I should keep my day job. I am not writing this blog to be a writer but to record my exploration of these fetishes. Every story is as accurate as my memory allows except the names of the people I encounter and most of the pictures. The pictures in this blog are, for the majority, not me. I pulled most of them from various sites on the internet. I will give credit to the individual photo owners when I know where they came from. If you see a pic that is yours and you want to take it down just let me know.
I watched from my not so distant cage as the young well muscled and naked slave boy sat on the cold stone floor and stroked his cock. He was only days new to our Master's collection of boys and being trained intensely. Only hours had past since his last session and was already horny and his cock hard. It had to be those supplements they feed us everyday. All of us boys have erections more often than not.
I stripped off my clothes and put the briefs on first. It was almost impossible to put on, but I managed. My cock had already grown hard and was barely contained inside. My pubic hair was sticking all the way out as the top of the shorts rested at the lowest point on my abdomen where my cock begins. The shirt was next. It ripped a little as I put it on and cut off the circulation in my arms. As I pulled it down over my torso, I knew there wouldn't be enough material. The damn thing stopped short of my navel so the area between it and my crotch was fully exposed.
Sorry to hear it, Jared. Take a cyber-hug from me, jockboy.
Posted by: Rob | Tuesday, January 03, 2006 at 10:42 PM
i'd love to join u ;-)
gettin' some winter-depression right now ... :(
Posted by: Timmi | Wednesday, January 04, 2006 at 06:19 AM
super hot pic. what a cutie.
Posted by: Dean | Wednesday, January 04, 2006 at 11:21 AM
Anyone know who the pic is of?
Posted by: Jason | Thursday, January 05, 2006 at 09:59 PM
had no idea americans use the term 'flat' ... saw Cam use it over @ ttodark', too ... no biggie, just sayin' :)
Posted by: Terence | Monday, January 09, 2006 at 03:14 PM
he's a model. Marios Lekkas.
Posted by: anonymous | Thursday, August 10, 2006 at 12:15 PM