Non-Fiction: My life outside [the box].

Irishbttm69 · 08-31-2014, 06:13 PM

I was recently inspired by FoxyCoxy1988's Public Dare Bio thread which reminisced about some of his early exhibition dares when he was younger all the way up to his current endeavors and I realized that I too had similar youthful exploits that may make an interesting story thread.

When I get to the point of my current year dares I shall be moving them from my Blog over to this thread since this is where they actually belong. If you wish to jump ahead and read some of those stories feel free to click on my blog link in my signature or on the link in the previous sentence. These blog entries are very detailed and to some degree verbose, but they will keep your attention until the very last.

Well, where do I start? I believe one of my earliest exhibitionism [dares to myself] would be when I was home all alone and I was somewhere in my young teen years, I would check the backyards (the neighbors yards were all connected) and see if the coast was clear, and then streak, as I like to call it, buck-ass-nekid from the backdoor to the patch of woods that was immediately after a dirt filled drainage ditch located at the very back of our fairly large back yard.

Once reaching the wooded area I would stop and check around and see if anyone saw me or yelled out. No. Good, back to the jaunt at hand. I would stay here in this little alcove of trees and brush secluded from sight, but still outside naked. It was such a rush just to be naked outside and doing something I wasn't suppose to be doing that I would just stand or squat for about 15 minutes and then check the coast again and make my way back to the backdoor. This was probably my first streak, exhibitionism, and self-dare.

Just beyond this small patch of woods was a wide open field that lead to the back of a massive church some 500 yards in the distance. I'd often thought about streaking through the field to the back parking lot of the church, but never had the guts.

(With the help of google maps I was able to create a picture of what the backyard and field beyond look like and about how big they are. See Attached.)

View Poll Results: When growing up did you do one of these?:
Streak (at night)	18	60.00%
Skinny Dip (alone)	12	40.00%
Streak (during the day)	13	43.33%
Skinny Dip (One or more persons)	8	26.67%
Multiple Choice Poll. Voters: 30. You may not vote on this poll

08-31-2014, 06:13 PM	#1
Irishbttm69 Member Join Date: Dec 2009 Posts: 97	My life outside [the box]. I was recently inspired by FoxyCoxy1988's Public Dare Bio thread which reminisced about some of his early exhibition dares when he was younger all the way up to his current endeavors and I realized that I too had similar youthful exploits that may make an interesting story thread. When I get to the point of my current year dares I shall be moving them from my Blog over to this thread since this is where they actually belong. If you wish to jump ahead and read some of those stories feel free to click on my blog link in my signature or on the link in the previous sentence. These blog entries are very detailed and to some degree verbose, but they will keep your attention until the very last. Well, where do I start? I believe one of my earliest exhibitionism [dares to myself] would be when I was home all alone and I was somewhere in my young teen years, I would check the backyards (the neighbors yards were all connected) and see if the coast was clear, and then streak, as I like to call it, *buck-ass-nekid* from the backdoor to the patch of woods that was immediately after a dirt filled drainage ditch located at the very back of our fairly large back yard. Once reaching the wooded area I would stop and check around and see if anyone saw me or yelled out. *No. Good,* back to the jaunt at hand. I would stay here in this little alcove of trees and brush secluded from sight, but still outside naked. It was such a rush just to be naked outside and doing something I wasn't suppose to be doing that I would just stand or squat for about 15 minutes and then check the coast again and make my way back to the backdoor. This was probably my first streak, exhibitionism, and self-dare. Just beyond this small patch of woods was a wide open field that lead to the back of a massive church some 500 yards in the distance. I'd often thought about streaking through the field to the back parking lot of the church, but never had the guts. (With the help of google maps I was able to create a picture of what the backyard and field beyond look like and about how big they are. See Attached.) Last edited by Irishbttm69; 03-09-2015 at 07:27 PM.