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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.
Hey Jared;
Welcome back, missed you guy. I took the survey, found it interesting. I think you and Nathan made the right choice to move out during the renovations, I remember when I live back East I redesigned my kitchen/dining area, completely gutted it, but thought I could still live in the house. WRONG !!!What a nightmare, the next time I did something major,I went to a hotel till it was done.
I think you made the right move on the new job, comes time you have to decide what is best for you, good luck on it, knowing you and your personality you will make it.
Hope that horific accident doesn't screw up you life too much, what a highway mess, and just in time for the Monday rush.
Check in with you later, peace.
Posted by: Roger | Sunday, April 29, 2007 at 05:53 PM
Hey. Nice abs. BTW, jared, just wanted you to know that you kind of inspired me (cliche, much?) to create my own sort of therapeutical blog. I think I put the link in right, idk. Do you know a site better than blogger to put my blog? I just started it, so it wouldn't be that hard to move it. <3 ya.
Posted by: Joe | Saturday, March 01, 2008 at 09:11 PM