Am I a pervert for getting hard at these? Well, so what? Can't help it - and I fuckin' LOVE it!

Though I'm a Brit I am aware of the reputation of India's Hindu RSS movement. Should I therefore apologise for saying that the sight of these high-kicking khaki-shorted-guys gives me one hell of a boner - especially the happy-looking youngster at the front of the top picture, the guy on the left in the second (I love his skin colour. Wish I had it.), and the incredibly handsome husky chap at the front of the last one. Christ! If I ever saw them in the flesh - say spectating at on one of their marches through cities - I'd be cumming through my throbbing stiffie within seconds. Meantime I've got to hold myself off from shooting while I have their images in front of me and I imagine my hands reaching up those damn sexy shorts, up those hairy Indian thighs, up further until........Oh, Jesus S-H-I-T!!! I forgot to put the box of tissues beside me!

Oh, and by the way, it would be terrific to have the guy in the last pic fuck me long and hard up the bum while I had his loose-fitting, roomy shorts over my head, drinking in the musty, sweaty odours left in there of his hairy cock and balls and of his own native brown Indian bum with its dark, hairy cleft and hot hole. Oh, fuckin' HEAVEN!!!

Where the cane hit - plus one of my methods in searching out fun time.

It took a very long time for the scars to heal after I'd been cane-thrashed when I was 12. But if you come really close - so close that I can feel your breath on my skin - you might just be able to make out remaining traces of that horrific punishment, most especially on the right side where, if I'd had foresight, I would first have removed the coins in my shorts back pocket. It was there where I was cut the most, even drawing blood. (Wearing underpants under shorts was, bizarrely, completely forbidden.) But carrying coins in my pocket hadn't been on my mind then, as I was practically cacking myself when I realised the treatment I was going to get from that fuckin' sadistic priest/troop leader as he frog-marched me down the campsite field to the 'punishment tree' by the small stream where I had to bend over the low-hanging branch and hold my knees, with hands already sting-numbed by the vicious caning applied to both palms - then to have the cane rained down without mercy on my backside, until I collapsed onto the ground as a screaming, blubbing wreck. NOT a pretty sight, especially for my entire troop purposely assembled to witness my painful downfall - who, I'd imagine, watched with mixed feelings of horror, fascination and (I'd like to think) sympathy at the disproportionate severity of the punishment . Is it any wonder that the absurdly extreme treatment developed into one of my many subsequent interests? - a liking of C.P., both as receiver and giver!

When I go hitch-hiking in the English countryside, this is the 'uniform' I like to copy in order to get noticed by passing traffic - and, boy, does it work! It could hardly be any more conspicuous. Of course, many drivers give me a look and get scared off, thinking I must be a bit crazy and not to be trusted. But sometimes it not only works. often with a bemused smile or even laughs, when it's said that I look like an overgrown boy scout or a British army desert rat in north Africa. I occasionally strike lucky in finding a driver who, after I've made some leading suggestions, is game for a bit of 'fun' either in the car/van/lorry or outside in a field or in the bushes. I'll probably tell in future blogs of some of my successes - and failures - as well as at least a couple of scares when I presumed too much, after having drunk too many cans of beer before being picked up.

(Btw: I got this pic off the internet. I don't know this guy - but I certainly wouldn't say "No" to him.)

Another army punishment that cracks me up.

Ha ha! This is SO fuckin' funny! Two squaddies being punished - one being made on his knees to act like a dog and lick the balls of his trussed-up army buddy, who can't stop himself getting all excited and hardened till he spurts huge gobbets of hot spunk into the air.  How embarrassing and humiliating! No doubt the guy doing the balls-lick then had to lick the cum up from off the floor. I wonder what the pair had been doing to deserve this appalling treatment. Maybe they were found with a hard-on in the shower - or tossing themselves off under the blanket at night - or even caught with one sucking the other? Whatever it was, wish I'd been there to witness their punishment and to make sure it was performed to the drill sergeant's complete satisfaction.