Monday, January 26, 2015

Life is a beach ! ( CFNM & shame )



Like it or not... if at nineteen you couldn't swim, you had to wear the same swimwear (in other words, absence of swimwear) as all the other short people who couldn't. Otherwise, how could the lifeguard kept an eye on you like on the others? 
And even a strong hand. But maybe this was only to amuse a couple of friends? Who knows.

As for the bonus picture for my dear VIPs, " Obvious marks of a recent conflict ": well, the title is obvious too. Looks like the negociation with a person of authority turned bad just before...

Holidays... sea... sand... sun... eternity... hope this update was a ray of light to you : )  For my fans who live in Australia and Argentina, I know it is summer now, you lucky b....... !

Enjoy,

AleX

10 comments:

  1. Twink trying to "act natural" as the only one bare naked... Hot!

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    1. If you try hard to imagine you are not bare naked, maybe some magic clothes cover you from the other's view? Maybe it doesn't work : /

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  2. In the mid-20th century it actually was common for males to swim naked in many places, and toward the end of that era it was sometimes the practice that boys who forgot their swimwear would be expected or even compulsory to just go nude.

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  3. Possible backstory: a vengeful stepmother "forgets" to pack someone's swim trunks on a family trip to the beach, resulting in a certain 19 year old being rather upset and demanding to stay in the car, upsetting the stepmother and spoiling her plan to "have a nice day at the beach"... His strict father was having none of it – he could swim in his underwear or have his ass smacked raw. The youth picked a bad day to go commando - some thin boxers would've at least left him a little of his dignity!

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    1. Nice plot indeed !! : )
      Worked much better with the picture in color I think, with the retro one I prefer to keep my original idea

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  4. He couldn't believe what was happening. It was like a bad dream. The dean's words rang through his head again and again, his pulse throbbing in his skull as he grew lightheaded. "This was your last strike. You will go to your class as ordered or I will call your parole officer and tell him you broke your terms of release. You were caught skipping your swimming period; I insist that you make it up, and if you forgot your suit today, you'll just have to take the responsibility." The constant draft of cold air against his bare, wet skin reminded him of how utterly naked he was: thighs, cheeks, crack, pubes, balls; the entirety of his penis, his bare feet. He fought back a tear as a pack of sniggering girls wandered by, one his next-door neighbor...

    http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XePrJVTsGW4/UMiF_VCxZlI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QqYXuMSJZpQ/s1600/771_1000.jpg

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  5. reminds me of when I was 14, after church Mom's Bible class had a get together at the home of a lady who had a pool. I was enjoying myself swimming and dunking a few of the girls my age or just older when one of the women noticed my arousal then informed Mom Soon I was dragged into the house the lady of the house provided Mom with a wood spoon that soon was used after I was stripped bare then marched back to the pool still bare and made to sit at a table the remainder of the afternoon.

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