Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2000 00:11:11 -0000
From: melford <melford@stayfree.co.uk>
Subject: Naked behind the Mist.

Pasha... Naked behind the Mist.

Fear can determine the physiological performance of any animal. It can
trigger arousal on a psychosexual level within most humans. The greater
the fear... the greater the arousal. With each encounter the participants
can become more and more desensitised creating a need for an even greater
dose on successive occasions. Pasha admits to finding fear exceedingly
sexually arousing. Where others seek pleasure for stimulation, pasha
seeks fear.

Pasha now works as an office junior. He has very good typing skills and
is learning to use computers and modern software. He tells us how his
days are very dull and filled with repetitive tasks, so having the
opportunity to engage in more exciting work by modelling for us is very
good he says. Since he had answered our advert he explains how he has
eagerly looked forward to exhibiting his body before you all and hopes
you like him Pasha having just turned 19 does not feel his sexuality to
be bazaar. Even at the tender age of 14 he admits to seeking out
punishment at school in order to obtain sexual gratification from the
fear that was allied with such brutal treatment form both fellow pupils
and staff. He would often masturbate under the desk at school or even
undo his zip on the school bus and take his cock out and play with it for
the thrill it gave him very much.

Pasha lives alone out of personal choice as he says he prefers his own
company. He likes to put things down and find them in the right place
when he looks for them again. He has tried living with another boy,
however this other boy moved away to join the navy. He reads a lot
especially Isaac Asimov, as he likes science fiction. He tells us how he
tried to keep his sexuality discreetly to himself and had succeeded till
he was 17. He laughs as he recounts the story now but tells us how it
really shocked his friends; family at the time when he told them he was
gay.

By the still tender age of 17 Pasha's tolerance threshold for the arousal
induced from fear was already extremely high. He was always on the
lookout for even greater sources of fear that would send even greater
waves of adrenalin and sexual electricity surging through his youthful
body. The nights of masturbating... with trousers down around ankles in
the mist and fog in a popular local park where anonymous people were
walking was now Pasha's elixir. The fear of discovery that turned him on
then would not even register in his synapses now. Pasha longed for the
foggy nights. He knew how people were always just on the other side of
the mist. They were busy, on their way home or to meet others. Even when
some came within to view they never really paid much attention to him.
People tend when close up to look into the faces and the eyes of
strangers in the foggy dark of night. They never look down. Even if they
having scanned his face, were inclined, whilst passing swiftly by to
glance down to his waist level he would of melted back into the mist as
they moved away. With the transitory veil created by the rolling fog such
moments were a sexual high to Pasha. Each nocturnal visit to the fog and
mist filled park would see him moving closer and closer to the audible
footsteps on the other side of the fog curtain. These footsteps were
those of the ones labelled "respectable" in society like bankers,
businessman, lecturers and students. That fact heightened the thrill all
the more for Pasha.

One night a little after his 17th birthday he described how he decided
whilst engaged in this elicit pastime to raise the stakes. "The fog was
particularly dense and the walkways though the park were busy. Having
removed his jacket, sweatshirt he sat down on the grass in the misty dark
to remove his shoes. The smell of night was all around him and beyond the
fog were voices of the passers by". At times voices and footsteps were
heard moving closer. Sometimes the undressing Pasha felt as if the voices
and footsteps were almost upon him and discovery was imminent. Removing
now his socks and standing up he removed his trousers. The air was chill
around his skin but the fear made him immune to the cold. He was sweating
the cold sweat of fear. The sexual rush as he removed his boxer shorts
now almost made him dizzy. He threw them onto the rest of the pile of
clothing and stood stroking his body. For a while he chose to lay on the
grass stretching out with the fog caressing his young body as the world
moved by invisibly around him. He wanted to seek out a new high, a new
thrill. He thought how daring it would be to walk away from the pile of
clothes from the ability to cover himself if he chose to. He walked off
10 paces into the fog, and then closing his eyes he spun himself around
so as to totally disorientate himself. Opening them he moved off into the
night.

Pasha was now like a blind man on a sightless horse plunging into a
bottomless abyss. With each step the chance of recovering his clothing
receded as the odds on discovery increased. Thus with each step the fear
increased. Pasha was now aroused more than ever before. It was the
ultimate. He heard voices and moved towards them. The taste of the fog
was sweet. Wet grass moved between his toes with each step. Somewhere in
the distance of the park a dog barked. Youths shouted to one another in
the decreasing distance. The voice of one boy moved closer. The lad was
now whistling. Pasha now stood masturbating with his feet wide apart in
what he hoped and yet feared was the path of the youth he heard shout
good-bye to his friend. At any point he knew he could move away from the
approaching footsteps and tune. But he revelled in the surge of sexual
pleasure with each approaching footstep of the youth. Maybe pasha would
be discovered maybe he would not.

The light of a cigarette now arced 12ft in front of him as an envelope of
mist fell back. The tune stopped as the end of the glow reached its
zenith and glowed even brighter. Pasha could smell the tobacco smoke now.
Pasha's feet were frozen. His hand was masturbating to a slow and steady
beat as the youth stepped forward in front of him and stopped 5 feet away
watching. Pasha kept on looking into the eyes of a boy of 18 maybe 19 as
the boy watched him. The boy brought the cigarette up to his lips and
took a long hard drag. He watched Pasha masturbating naked in the park.
And Pasha watched him smoking. Neither uttered a word. The youth dropped
the cigarette and undid his own trousers lowering them to his ankles and
stood right in front of the naked Pasha. They stood there face to face
now masturbating and soon cum together down each other's legs. Pasha
stood sweating as the youth corrected his own dress then walked off back
into the fog. Gone. Pasha had wanted more now, much more. But what? What
next? What would you do?

Written By Mel Gordon

http://homepages.stayfree.co.uk/melford/