Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Naked in the Wilderness

There should be no shame in nudity.
It was an interesting week of travel. Conversations ran the gamut from the situation in the Middle East to abortion, to sex, to whacking off. The hotel had an indoor pool and adult only hours were posted with nudity permitted during those times. If you’ve followed my blog in the eight weeks I’ve been doing this, you know I was all over that! I don’t have a problem dropping trou pretty much in front of anyone, anywhere, anytime.
Oddly enough, I was the only one who took advantage of it. Now I mention this only because one dude boasted he’d been host to many a naked pool party. And here he was afraid to let anyone see his cock. One other guy on the crew, whenever talk turned to nudity, would say “Not me; no way.”
The team spent the majority of the day out in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere. Now, when you’re nowhere near facilities all day, what does a guy do when he needs to take a leak? Well, most of us picked a tree, a fence, or bush, or just stood at the side of the gravel/dirt road and let it rip. Nothing was really large enough to walk around or hide behind; you were (for the most part) literally in full view of everyone else. Maybe the bush would camouflage your cock, but there was no full shielding. I watered a lot of trees and bushes; marked a lot of fences during the week.

Not so for our two demur team members. The “no way, not me” dude did finally have to say at one point, “Get in the truck and wait, I have to take a leak.” He walked a good twenty yards to a wire fence (behind the truck), turned his back and was able to pee. Naked Pool Party guy’s bladder must’ve been close to bursting by the time we got back to civilization for lunch, or back to the hotel in the evening. I do understand some guys have what’s known as “shy bladder” and can’t take a whizz if in front of anyone if their life depended on it. But he could’ve easily followed suit of the other guy, told the rest of us he needed to piss and stood behind the truck.



I still find it fascinating to see how many men are so ashamed and embarrassed by what nature put between their legs they can’t even be seen by another guy. These two crew members are married. They have children. One wonders how they were able to get naked in front of a girl, let alone develop a hard-on and fuck. I don’t know – maybe the lights are always off.
Yet, they’re able to talk about sex. They could  joke about balls and dicks – even talk about whacking off – but they can’t bare the goods even under the most dire of circumstances. And it's a damn shame if you ask me.
Why hide what you have?

Isn't this what makes you a Male?

Let it be seen.

Be proud of having a cock.

3 comments:

Wharton said...

If you were drafted before compulsory conscription ended in 1973, you had to do everything with all the other guys -- a crash course in acceptance of biology -- your own biology.

So maybe there was something good about the draft?

whkattk said...

The nice thing is you could circumvent it: Receive draft notice in mail, enlist in something other than the Army.
But yep... for some guys it WAS a crash course in acceptance of thier cock's behavior.

Anonymous said...

We had to take gang showers every day in high school! I suspect that for many people this was the first opportunity to display and observe. It was mandatory daily! Another reason to look forward to gym class.