This picture made my cream my jeans - in a public library!

This photo may not do much for you, but it was the first one I saw which catered for my particular 'tastes', before I got my own p.c., and when the only option available was to use the computer bank in my local public library. On that occasion, before I was aware of what was happening, and before I could stop myself, I'd spunked in my Wranglers. Anyone who has followed my blog would know that it wasn't who was wearing the scout uniform but the uniform itself - bringing back such painfully pleasurable memories, memories which still get me 'excited', of the time when I had my innocence stripped from me at the age of 12 during Summer camp by a group of bullying older scouts who thought it was good fun to degrade and 'initiate' my unwilling body - and thereby, unbeknown to them, because of scout associations with this first experience, drawing me into a web of khaki drill fetishism which enmeshed me and from which I've been unable to escape for the rest of my life - though over the years I've found that I'm not by any means the only one with this characteristic - as well as sowing seeds of a liking for S/M, including getting a kick out of making others feel as ashamed and embarrassed as I had been. I won't go into the lurid details of my shameful sexual humiliation all over again as it's all been set out out in previous blogs of mine.
    However, getting back to the subject of this blog, on that day in the library I'd been surfing the web for scout-related articles, particularly images, and I came across this as part of a feature debating the pros and cons of whether British scouts should continue to wear shorts as part of their uniform. In the computer section of the library there were about 20 individual computers, each desk separated by a wooden partition which concealed the screen from any person who happened to be using the adjacent computer. On that occasion there was a young oriental-featured lady seated next to me. As I say, when this image came up I got so excited, and so quickly (I hadn't even noticed my cock stiffening) that the first I was aware of what was happening was when I felt the uniquely unmistakeable peak of pleasure when I was shooting my load into my jeans. As usual when wearing jeans I hadn't been wearing underpants  (I like to feel the jean material against my most intimate body parts - rather like the 'no underpants' rule in my scout troop)) and after spunking I felt not just the surprise of it all happening so fast, but the awareness that very soon a wet patch would be showing in my crotch area. I'd tried my best to conceal from my neighbour any external manifestations of my shooting (stifling my gasps etc). When it was over and I'd recovered myself I knew I quickly had  to terminate my session and return home (about 15 minutes away). hoping that the wet patch wouldn't be too conspicuous by the time I got there. Back in my flat, I took off my jeans, licked up the now-cool jizz from the inside of my jeans, (it would have been a shame to have wasted it!) and took a shower, all the time with the very same image of this khaki-uniformed scout as above, imprinted forever in my mind.