I dared myself, mostly in the beginning. A dare I took...well the first that stands out was in college. I had to take my clothes off at a warehouse where a guy in a pickup, and hopefully only him, would watch. I wanted him to jump out and grab me, but he just watched. There were people kind of around that could see, but they were over 50 yards away. It was cold. I really enjoyed it, but, as has happened several times, I was left a bit depressed because a I wanted to be ravaged, and they had talked a good game, but didn’t do enough. I do remember dropping my pants. I got so hard, and how cold my barefoot got, and tat turned me on too.
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