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before you proceed, please note that I'm a submissive gay bottom.



Of Rough Surfaces
By Casey Jordan


I'm not sure why, but I've always liked it when a rough surface rubs on, or
presses into, my naked skin, especially the naked skin of my more private
parts.

One of the chairs I use at home is a plastic chair that has holes on the
seat as part of the design. Over the last few days, I've taken to using this
particular chair when working. I'm sitting on it right this moment while I'm
typing this, too. Nude, it means my bum and most of the underside of my
thighs are pressing directly onto the hard plastic surface. It also means
that parts of my flesh are pushing into the various thumb-sized holes on the
chair. Last but not least, most of the time my balls would also be brushing
or pressing on the hard plastic.

All of this, for some reason, makes me quite horny.

The discomfort of sitting in such a way, I suppose, puts me in mind of a
(admittedly very mild) punishment that could've been meted out to me by a
dominating man. Knowing that many parts of my bum and thighs are forced to
bulge through the chair's holes and therefore getting marked in the process
probably reminds me of a beating with a studded belt or paddle. The longer
I sit on the chair, and the more discomfort I feel, the hornier I would get.

Of course, after a while, the smooth albeit hard plastic surface started to
feel too kind on my bums, and the holes started to look like fairly lame
torturing devices. Still, sitting naked on it for hours at a time somewhat
makes up for it, for now. Soon, I'll probably have to look for something
else to slide over it. Something really rough with lots of pointy protruding
bits. I don't really have a candidate in mind yet, but I'll think of 
something ;)

Oh yeah, and my fantasy of the best thing to sit naked on? That'd be
tarmac. Or asphalt or whatever you call it. The rough sort on town or
village roads, not those smooth streets in the cities. I've imagined myself
sitting on one many times. The feel of those rough, jagged little pieces of
rock on my tender bum and thighs. The warmth of a hot day wafting up from it 
and seeping into my skin. (Of course, this would be around early evening -
doing it in the middle of the afternoon would be too suicidal!). The
sensations on my balls as the gravel brushes repeatedly on them. I think I
I would probably cum just by sitting there.

Remind me to put in a scene in Jimmy where he has to sit on a hard chair
bare-assed.. probably during class.

I'm now grinding my ass into the seat, willing it to hurt me more. Not..
quite.. enough. Maybe it's time to change positions. Maybe I should spread
my legs really wide on either side of the chair and grind my balls into it.

I know, though, that before I go to bed later tonight, I would stand in
front of the full length mirror, facing away from it, and try to see what
sort of marks have been left on my butt and thighs. The more of them there
are, and the more pronounced the red markings, the happier and prouder I'd
be. I'd go to sleep thinking how nice it'd be if the marks remain on my
naked skin for a long time, maybe even marking me forever.


Casey,
9th Sept 2009


  
Casey's Blog 3 - 9th Sept 2009