What urban location could be more fabled than the alley, that grimy slice of space between buildings, home to trash containers, drug deals, illicit sex, rape, rats, cats, and more?For reasons like this, our mothers warned us to avoid alleys. In those dark slivers of urban decay, what might happen? A simple shortcut could suddenly turn into a mugging, with your attacker taking your watch, your money, your credit cards. But what if the bad guys don't stop there? Maybe they want to be sure you don't follow them. Maybe they order you to strip, and you suddenly find your assailants running away with every stitch of fabric you had on.
Or maybe your naked alley fantasy is a little less severe. You strip down for some quick playtime with a new friend only to discover some hobo has made off with the clothes you left in a neat little pile. What do you do now?
These are just a couple of the ideas I wanted to explore when Nakedism photographer in residence Andrew Adam Caldwell and I made our way to an inner city alley near a gay sex club for a midday photo shoot. Fortunately for me (the naked one), the alley was closed off to the public. But it was still a bit unnerving to stand by the exit door and hear the bustling footsteps of city dwellers walking by just inches from my nude body.
At one point I did peek out and invited a friendly face in. That gentleman wanted to do more than just look at me naked, however. But since he declined to be photographed, I declined to let him use my body. Fortunately, he left peacefully, choosing not to take advantage of my complete lack of protective apparel.
You, however, don't need to be so polite. You are free to ravish every inch of my bare cock, balls, and more with your eyes in this month's gallery, Alley Cock, now available in the Nakedism photo department. You'll see me helpless, naked, even barefoot.
Go ahead. Enjoy a little rape fantasy. I won't tell.
