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“Will you go with me next time?” I asked my friend, sated and reclining in his attic bedroom a few days afterwards.
“I don’t know, baby,” he answered, his hand still rubbing my nipple as he spoke. “I just don’t know if it’s my thing.”
“What are you talking about? You’ve done nothing but tell me how hot it would be to watch all those people–and have them watch you!”
“I know, but I’m not sure I’d fit in.”
“Fit in? Why wouldn’t you fit in?” I asked, confused.
He paused. I continued to stroke his half-hard cock as we talked, because I really can’t be that close to a naked cock without holding onto it as if it were my first Academy Award. “I don’t think my body is good enough for an orgy.” he eventually answered.
Stunned, I stopped stroking and pushed him away so I could see his eyes. “Are you kidding me? You’re worried about this body?”
He’s over 6′ tall. Thick dark hair covers his head fully, even though he’s well over 40. He’s thin, with work-hard muscular thighs and arms. He’s neatly groomed. He smells nice. So far as I can tell, he has all his own teeth and is not marred by anything more disfiguring than an old appendectomy scar.
I looked at him in confusion. “What is wrong with your body?”
“Well, what did the other guys there look like?” He sounded defensive.
I told him that the get-together had been populated by no one particular demographic. Old dudes and young ones, thick men and thin ones, hairy and shaved, big-dicked and not-so-big-dicked. A couple of frat-jock types were there, but the median body had been, in a word, average.
He listened intently. “I just wouldn’t want to be the only scrawny dude there. Scrawny, with a belly,” he added.
Even though I’m a person who’s had issues with her body since the second grade (yes, the second grade), I’m always surprised when someone else admits to their own body insecurity. I imagine that I’m the only one nervous about being seen naked, whether it’s in front of a group of horny strangers or at the doctor’s office.
I do imagine that it’s a lot less harrowing to get naked when there’s the promise of orgasms in the very near future.
I hope he can get over this misplaced insecurity by the time the next party rolls around. After having had him to myself, I’d love to see him pleasured by the group.
I’m absolutely positive they’d find nothing objectionable about his body.
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