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Naked Dares
As a boy I was quite pretty and the others used to get me to do naked dares, being a show off and exhibitionist I did a number. One time when the equipment was set up for sports day I was persuaded to high jump naked, as it happened I was a good jumper. She authority was known to be at dinner, I stripped off and went over the bar a few times naked. The breeze on my naked body and knowing that the watchers wanted me naked made my ** hard. When I stopped and tried to get dressed there was some interference with the hard part of me.
I missed on the high jump and all but did my groin in, so I got sent to the school nurse.
She checked me out, I was so embarrassed since I was only 15 at the time, skinny, barely 120 pounds and painfully shy.
She got some kind of ointment that smelled and sort of stung a little bit, and rubbed it on my junk.
I got a huge **, she just said, "Oh, my, we had better stop." and left the room.
The phrase "Pretty Boy" caught my eye. You know with all the examples of abused kids in the news in recent years I got to thinking. I think it was only luck that I was not abused. I am in my late 50's having grown up in the 60's and 70's. My mom was I guess aspirational and I guess combined with the fashions of the time, dressed my sister and I in what I think was quite pretty. For me very short shorts and singlet tops knee high socks. Combining that with a kind of free range childhood along with a sort of childish obedience. If some adult had molested me, I would have just accepted it. So I feel so sorry for those who were molested and figure it is just luck that I was not.
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I'm calling ** on this one