May 10, 2023
I’ve known Kylie for close to forty years ever since we met in college. We became friends before reconnecting over social media last year. Now she is going through her lifeâs journey like I did about eight years ago – becoming her truer and happier (if somewhat kinky and sex-crazed) authentic self.
(CW/TW – transgender)
Nudity, Nakedness, and My Love of Gay Sex
More than being fully nude, there is an intrinsically sexual aspect to partial nudity. This is in part the appeal of lingerie, where the general rule is the skimpier the better (and the more expensive). By logical extension, clothing that leaves the genitals of the wearer exposed is an improvement over even the most revealing lingerie.
For example, as I write this article, I am only wearing a normal length shirt (that only comes to about my waist). Being clothed from the waist up makes me more aware of the fact that I am nude below that. That I am wearing a cock ring and have a butt plug inserted in what I like to refer to as âmy pussiâ only enhances that awareness; I can intensely feel the fabric of my chair against my bare buttocks and my balls every time I shift in my seat. Likewise, I can feel every breeze of either the heat or air conditioning on my cock, and it helps keep my libido turbo-charged.
At a point in time not too long ago, I dressed normally all the time,even though I work from home, and wore normal sweats to sleep in. I will not go into the events that forced a shift in my mindset; suffice it to say that it was first mind-shatteringly horrifying and then liberating.
The first thing to go was my underwear. I know that freeballing is popular among guys, but it was not something I had often done before now. But recently, left to my own devices, I started to spend almost all my time in my sleepwear. After all, my job is results oriented and my employers almost never interact with me other than via email. The next change of attire was to begin wearing just an oversized and ridiculously comfortable sleep shirt to wear almost constantly. Given its length, losing the sleep pants was both swift and inevitable.
Other than a few hours every week, I have not worn underwear since December (it is now early May). Around the house, I never wear pants; preferring to go naked below the waist; this either coincided or help exacerbate a surge in my libido. In those months, I have cruised the internet almost incessantly (I wonât name the accrual website but it is similar in purpose to Grindr) looking and finding other men to hook up with, usually meeting at least one guy a week, and multiple men a few weeks. In most cases, they come to my house. If the hookup is after 5:00, I usually skip putting on more than sweat pants and a loose shirt, since we plan on getting naked as quickly as possible. With a few repeats and well after hours, I simply crack the door open, go into the bedroom, and am already naked and playing with myself when they arrive.
I mean, why not? Weâre not looking for romance or a date; we are two men who want to have unabashed gay sex. But to get back on topic: even after I have been fucked so thoroughly I can barely walk (and that has happened), I still only throw my shirt back on, and luxuriate in the afterglow of the act⌠and am usually immediately cruising for more fun.
Would I be so obsessed if I dressed in a normal fashion and were not always being reminded that I have a cock, balls, and a pussi? Possibly not, but being perpetually semi-naked keeps me revved up for sex: either with a partner or solo.
Being naked and free is the natural state for human beings; being clothed and repressed is anything but natural, or healthy. Embracing a state of constant semi-nakedness has allowed me to express and accept, happily, that I am at heart a cock-hungry homosexual slut.
And what is more important than happiness and self-acceptance?
Right now, I am going to finish this article and get dressed to go for a walk. No, I will not be putting on underwear; yes, I will be leaving the butt-plug in my pussi, and yes, as soon as I get home, I will be stripping back down to nothing but my sleep shirt. Because that is even more erotic to me than simply stripping until I am fully naked.
Until next time, Kisses, Kylie!
Morgan Destera 