A Most Indecent Proposal

Naked collared man with clothed woman

“We hadn’t really discussed marriage, but I told him that I only ever wanted to be proposed to by a man on his knees. And naked. And collared. I managed to get a lot of promises out of him before I accepted.”

Naked Reunion

Naked man with clothed woman in shorts

“It is Darren, isn’t it?”

“Uh, yeah,” I said, and my cock waved.

“Rosie,” she said, holding out a hand that I was forced to shake, “You remember me, don’t you?”

“Of course!” I remembered watching Rosie from across the playground when I was thirteen. I remembered Rosie calling me “Dinky” the few times that she talked to me. I remembered when she asked if she could borrow my paintbrush in art class and I said: “Sure. Keep it.” It was my favourite brush. She’d lost it by the following week. Of course I remembered Rosie, but I was surprised that she remembered me. Surprised… and pleased.

“I didn’t think I’d find you here,” she continued, “Especially not like this.” She looked me up and down and I felt like I was Dinky again, back at school being looked down on by the girls who had already had their growth spurt.

The nickname had come about because I was quite a late bloomer, as they say. I was only just over five feet tall when I was thirteen. I’ve made up for it now, finally reaching six feet by the time I was seventeen, while Rosie, who used to tower over me, had stuck at around five foot six; a very cute and petite five foot six. And a little maturity had added a lot more sex appeal on top of her natural good looks.

And here I was naked with an erection that resolutely refused to go away.

“Back for summer?” she asked me. I nodded. “We wondered what you were up to recently. Me and some of the girls.” They were talking about me? The feelings that used to have whenever one of the trendy attractive in-crowd girls noticed me were suddenly reawakened. My stomach churned… they thought about me? They talked about me?

“Uh, do you think…” I said nervously, “I need to get dressed.”

Rosie smirked again. “If you must.” My cock bobbed again and her eyes flashed mischievously. Was she flirting with me? It didn’t take a genius to work out that I was interested in her, but I’d be a fool to think she was interested in me.

Read the rest of the story in The Undergraduate

Meeting An Old School Friend. Naked.

Naked man in front of clothed woman in shorts

“Yes,” Sasha turned to Alice, “Give him his clothes back.”

“When I went to all that effort to get them off him?” Alice replied derisorily, “And besides: it’s obvious he’s loving it, isn’t it?”

“He just needs a little more vodka,” Rosie said, and she picked up my glass from the table and sat beside me to hold it against my lips. I was more distracted by the feeling of her bare leg and her skirt against my skin as I sipped. The alcohol went to my head as soon as I swallowed.

My cock was still waving, and I wasn’t even sure it had stopped growing. I think it was already bigger than it had ever been before.

“I don’t think your boxer shorts will fit you any now,” Sasha said, the mischievous expression still on her face. I tried to smile in reply while my face was burning with embarrassment.

“Well, Rosie,” Alice said to her, “Thank you for introducing me to an experience I never expected to have.”

“What? Sitting around with a naked guy?”

Read the rest of the story in The Undergraduate