I find these old-style British army K.D. trousers SO fuckin' sexy!

                                                       I reckon they must have been designed by a gay chap - they are so macho, with two dirty great flap pockets on the bum attracting one's attention to that area. When I'm wearing them out on a windy day I like to walk in front of a group or couple, of nice, youngish guys, 'accidentally' leaving one or both flaps unbuttoned so they flutter like two little flags on my bum. Sometimes I swear that I can almost feel their fascinated gazes focussed on my khaki-clad backside.
 When I'm having a session of cock-fun with another guy I sometimes like to get him to put these trousers on and, kneeling, suck him while my hands roam round to his back and play with the flaps, buttoning and unbuttoning them while my head goes back and forth, sometimes trying to thrust my hands deep into the pockets - which can be a bit awkward, but it all adds to my state of excitement.
By the way, when I'm having sex it doesn't necessarily have to have a khaki dimension. It's just an occasional added feature. I like stark bollock-naked sex too - as well as sex while wearing denim, leather, rubber, (I've got several army surplus rubber capes), P.V.C. ( Got a great workman's P.V.C. worker's black, hip-length, rain-jacket. A real turn-on.), plastic macs (sometimes useful in pissing games) - in fact I'm quite catholic in my fetishes, though khaki drill is the number one (almost certainly arising as a result of my abuse and humiliation at the hands of older scouts during Summer camp).. In fact I'll actually wear anything - as long as it's masculine!
 Okay, so now would you put on these K.D. pants on for me?

Holy Dancer

This guy really turns me on. Would be fuckin' great to feel my naked body in his arms while I in turn cling onto his naked brown body. He can do his dance in my bedroom any time - and I know just how to pay him for his trouble - like inviting him to rest that bouncing cock in my open mouth. And as a bonus I'd say he can sit on my face while I lick the shit out of him.

A colourful bouquet of rubbers.

I used to have an uncontrollable urge to go out on Sunday mornings after a mild Saturday Summer's night to look for and pick up used rubber johnnies, particularly in an area that was well known for outdoor sexual activity. Of course not every single one had been used within the few hours previously and if there was any jizz in it it had sometimes turned to the sort of brown watery-substance we are all familiar with. But there were certainly those containing fresh spunk, still milky-white, and when I found one of these I'd there and then hold it up over my open mouth and tip the contents onto my tongue and feel it sliding down my throat. It was exciting seeing the thick gooey cum slipping down the length of the johnny - I'd get hard in anticipation of the great moment of satisfaction when I felt a stranger's jizz plopping out onto my tongue.
   It was obvious by the smell of the johnny when the guy had fucked a woman, which was usually the case, but I didn't let that stop me - after all, spunk is spunk!
   When I'd finished my search I'd stick the rubbers in my back pocket, take them home, and, after sometimes turning them inside out to lick the insides to make sure no cum was wasted, I'd then wash them and put them with the others in my colourful collection. Some would disintegrate in the process of cleaning but all in the above photo are still good and now and again when I'm feeling randy I carefully try to fit one over the head of my own stiff todger and toss myself off knowing that mine was in the same place that a stranger's once also was.
   Nowadays if I see a discarded used rubber johnny outside somewhere I still pick it up but I don't go on a special safari for them any more.

I'm olny daring to show thsi pic of me becase Im fuckin pissed...

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Young squaddie on morning inspection couldn't help his willy stiffening........

.....but tough shit! The punishment he's about to get will serve him right, the dirty little bugger - ha ha ha!

(If I was given a prolonged vicious caning on the bum by our sadistic scout troop priest-leader - and in front of the entire assembled troop too - I don't see why others shouldn't have to undergo what I went through!)

Anyone got a match?

Quickly - before my body heat melts the wax and makes the candle droop, or I inadvertantly fart it out!

It's not their hands I'd want to be shaking........

.....I'd want to be on my knees sucking each one of them off, one by one - till I fuckin' burst with all that glorious tasty Indian Hindu spunk. What a way to go!

Army bad lads given degrading military punishment.

Just imagine being one of these unfortunate squaddies and being forced to perform this act under the stern, watchful eyes of the sadistic drill sergeant who is ready to leap at the slightest infraction of the detailed instruction he's given to the unfortunate pair. So fuckin' humiliating! How what is it decided which of the two was to be tied to the frame with his shorts fly unbuttoned and his willy pulled out, and which to get down on his knees all trussed up like this and have to carry out the demeaning command to lick and suck his army buddy? What if it turns out that they were actually brothers. The fuckin' horror of it! After the inevitable climax shown here were they then made to change positions? And I bet that even when this particular insane punishment was over, while both squaddies wanted the earth to open up and swallow them, it was only just the beginning. Whatever next? Were they then forced to eat each other's shit? -  (I fuckin' well hope so. Hee hee!)

Watch out! It's the Caped Cocksucker!

This is about one of several fetishes I have which can be traced back to my short time in the Boy Scouts before my caning at the fateful Summer camp and consequent expulsion. ("Entered Scouts as a 'tenderfoot'. Kicked out with tender bum!") By the way, August 5th is the anniversary day of this life-changing event. I always cringe inside when this date approaches. 
   Before going to camp (just outside a village on the Yorkshire moors) I was given this ex-army brown rubber groundsheet/cape by an old uncle who used to be in the army but didn't want it any more. He could have had no idea what the effect on me would have been. I'd already got the heady rubber smell when packing it, but on that first night in the tent when I laid it out on the grassy ground and lay on it to sleep, it took me onto an entirely new plane.
I don't think there's any need to describe what was happening to my body inside the sleeping bag, but the masculine army smell from the cape made it almost impossible to sleep. I was sharing a tent with a Scout one year ahead of me at school, who embarrassingly for me, didn't worry at all about stripping off his shirt and shorts in front of me (no underpants, of course). I have a memory of him kneeling shamelessly stark naked (the tent being too small to stand up in), with a tuft of dark hair on his groin, making small talk with me, quite friendly but not overly so, and slowly checking the money from his shorts back pocket (teasingly slow - was he tantalising me?) while I was trying my best to avert my eyes, before he dived into his own sleeping bag resting on his green groundsheet. I only took off my own shorts and put on pyjamas under the cover of being inside the bag, which was very awkward. (Didn't I at least once during one night hear a rhythmic, rubbing-motion sound? Maybe - but if there was I wasn't the one causing it. I was too shit-scared to let anyone else think that I played with myself, although I'd already started doing that in the privacy of my own bedroom.)
Anyway, getting back to the cape, after I was booted out of the Scouts I kept the cape - my uncle didn't ask for it back. It wasn't long before I was 'using' it in a way that it wasn't intended for, in my bedroom seclusion back home. I just couldn't help myself, even though I knew it was a 'mortal sin'. It got me so fuckin' randy. I can't say how many times I employed it for this purpose during the rest of my adolescence but when I eventually moved to a place of my own I really let my hair down! I not only did the same things with it - lying on that cool, smooth rubber against my naked body - but I took to wearing it out in the rain for its other purpose as a cape - but only in the dark. I wasn't brave enough to display myself wearing this fetish in broad daylight - yet.
    Sometimes on these nocturnal perambulations in the rain I'd unbutton my fly so that my cock had the freedom it was demanding. But, of course, you might guess what often happened. I'd not go far before I lost control and the path behind me would be spotted with white 'goo' mixed with the rainy surface.
    But this particular 'garment' has given me immense 'satisfaction' on countless occasions, and I trust will continue to do so.
    Once, a late contact of mine,who was a real sadist, made me put on the cape over my naked body, as above, but still wearing boots, and made me, in the dusk, run round the circumference of a golf-course near his house, he watching to see that I followed his instruction to the letter. I couldn't refuse because he'd hidden away my wallet and my house keys as well as my return train ticket. So I just had to do what he said, much to his own amusement and entertainment, the nasty bugger! It's a wonder I didn't twist an ankle or worse, running about there in the near-dark in boots on uneven ground.
   I have to say that the original cape given me by my uncle eventually disintegrated with all the 'battering' it took. The rubber side started to come off in flakes. So as recently as just 2 months ago I binned it. The one shown in this pic is a newer hardly-used one - bought at a high price. They're practically museum-pieces now- but from precisely the same World War II period. (The British army capes in the 1960s were changed to a green colour and, though rubberised within, didn't have that sexy, cool, rubber external surface.)
     I've also got yet another rubber army cape which, very curiously, has it's waterproof rubber surface on the inside. The outer side is a lightish sandy-khaki colour which looks almost fluorescent - very conspicuous. I've never yet dared to wear this one out yet. I'm sure I will sometime, but I'd have to get myself pissed first - and anyway, how many steps could I take before the feel of that rubber surface against my protruding cock will have the inevitable effect?