It started off as a college toga party. Everyone shows up in a bed sheet wrapped around their body and possibly some ornately crafted headpiece. Those sheets just proved difficult to hold up and the sheets just started to come off.
At some point during the night, people started talking, and agreeing, to change the toga themed party to a naked college party. This information sent excitement, and chills, down the center of my back.
Excitement, as the women around me would quickly be completely naked. But what if I become too excited? That, in every sense, would be a terrible experience. What if I was small, compared to the other men disrobing. I mean, I’m a man and just can’t have that (I thought to myself). Besides, I’m more of a grower than a shower anyways. But then, maybe becoming too excited wasn’t a bad thing? No!
I started to completely unravel in my own head, all the while my bed sheet stayed on. People around me, obviously a bit nervous, started to remove theirs. I could tell many of the other guys around me had the same fear as myself, as the women found it far easier getting naked than did the men.
It seemed that every man in the group was waiting for one of the others to start the process. So I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, swallowed my pride (and my fear) and let my sheet fall to the ground.
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