WNBR On Display

The marshals had been going round all the hot young men that WNBR ride, talking them out of their clothes, getting them naked, ready for the ride ostensibly, but more about getting them naked so that they could hang loose for an hour or so before the start of the ride. And of course that meant there were more photo opportunities.

Photos like this one. I didn’t get his name, I took the photo without him knowing, seemingly lost in thought, perhaps aware he was being watched, looked at, maybe trying to keep his mind blank, not thinking sexual thoughts, not looking over at the other naked guys, and definitely, not wanting to be interviewed by that naked reporter who was wandering around the place.

He just stood there, quite passive in the cool morning air, the hairs on his arms and legs standing up, staring at no one, not wanting to make eye contact. IHe had done that a few minutes ago, with the guy on his bike, being photographed by that lycra clad guy, seen the guy bone up. I watched as his face flushed in embarrassment for the guy. I took in his cock, wondering if he would bone up too. It had certainly grown an inch and was now hanging loose away from his ballsac.

He had looked over at me once, saw that I had my camera pointed at him and turned away quickly, never telling me not to take pics, so that’s ok, right? He’s naked in public, so it’s fair game to take pics of him. I mean, I won’t keep them to myself, I’m not a perv, I will post them on the web for people to see. Perhaps he knows this, perhaps that’s why he is beginning to look more uncomfortable being naked, in full view of so many clothed people. But he wanted it, right? He stripped down of his own volition. He didn’t have to strip down until later on, right? Until much nearer the start time. Like me. I’m going to strip down for the ride just as they start shouting and blowing whistles at us. I know I will then be naked, on show, in public, but at least I will be moving, on my bike, in the streets, in the crowd. I mean, he is standing there quite the camera target, just begging to have pics taken and spread across the web. So, it’s my duty, right? To take those pics and post them far and wide.

Damn he is hot though, isn’t he? That hood, dang. I would so like to… Fuck, I better not think like that, I don’t want a boner like that other guy across the way. Oh shit the marshals are shouting and calling us to get ready. I need to strip down now, put my camera away. Fuck, naked and half mast, please no, fuck, and hey mister, no pics, what the fuck are you doing taking pics of me?