The Author Exposed

Years ago, back when tumblr was still the only site that I used as Ian Tyler, I received a message from a random user. We started chatting a bit, and after a few days, he asked if I could send a photo. I'd been asked before, but I'd politely declined- that's not what I was into... but in that moment (and I can still clearly remember exactly how I felt), I wondered if I was changing my mind. 

I wrote the following story, and it stayed in my drafts. While I did eventually start sharing my own photos in direct messages, this felt like the perfect time to finally publish this story. For VIP and Commissioner patrons, check the Discord for the photos that go with it...

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Logging back into tumblr, I saw that my latest post had gotten a reply. I’d asked if anyone was brave enough to strip naked in public, and someone had already responded that they would. Worth a shot, I guess?

Opening my messages, I shot them a quick reply. The quick response was a photo of their ass. He was beautiful, that much was obvious, and I sat there admiring how it protruded from his tight waist, staring right at me. He sent me some more pictures, each hotter than the last, before I asked if I could see a picture with his face. Seeing his thick cock was great, but when the picture was a full body shot, it became exponentially hotter. Instead of just being a naked body online, I could imagine him taking those pictures in his bedroom purely to send to me. Before I spent more time admiring his body, he quickly messaged back.

I mean if you keep it private- I will show you the whole thing. And if I could see you whole.

As I laid in my bed, briefs pulled down around my thighs, a cold sweat ran down my spine. I was the author which meant that I was able to live vicariously through my stories. I didn’t need to show off when all of my protagonists were the ones being embarrassed or being exhibitionists.

I messaged back that I was too scared, and he kept talking about how freeing it was to be naked outside, especially right now. He gave me advice on how to start before finally sending over that face picture. I’d been right- he was beautiful. But there was also a stirring within me as I realized this was a dare to get me naked. He’d done his part- now I needed to show off my body to him.

I’d had followers ask for nudes before, but normally they blurted it out in their first message which I ignored. This felt different though. This made me want to try it.

So... I did.

The next night, the tension grew too great, and I hopped out of bed and walked through my apartment. It seemed too quiet as I opened my front door and stepped out into the night air. Sneaking around the side of the building, I stepped into the side yard and laid my phone on the trash cans neatly lined up beside me. Seeing the six bins made my plan seem even crazier- they belonged to the six tenants in my building. Any of them could walk outside and catch me here.

There was a patch of trees behind my apartment, but in front of me, there was a straight shot to the sidewalk and street. A pedestrian or driver looking out their side window could easily see me. I was almost ready to head back inside, but I couldn’t move my feet.

This is fucking nuts.

Whipping my shirt over my head, I threw it on the ground beside me before I chickened out again. I should have done this after I set the timer on my camera, but I’d just have to do that shirtless.

Fifteen seconds later, even though it felt like an hour, my phone was ready to take the picture that could very well expose me to everyone that read my posts online. As I heard the timer ticking down behind me, I bit the bullet. Grabbing the waistband of my shorts, I flung the last remaining bit of protection that I had to the ground.

I was now completely exposed with my ass as a target to anyone passing by. I heard the photo snap, and I quickly turned around to grab it not even thinking about flashing my cock to the street as well. Grabbing my phone, I pulled my shorts up and felt my briefs bunched up inside of them. My shirt was backwards, but it would have to do. Turning the corner, I ran to my front door and locked myself inside.

As my breathing relaxed, I looked at my phone. There was a picture of me completely naked. Saving it in a hidden folder, I crawled into bed and called it a night.

It would take me two more days to build up the courage to write this post and save it in my drafts. Three more days until I attached a cropped version of that photo to this post. And surprisingly, it stayed in my drafts only one more day before I hit post. As I watched it appear on my blog, I knew that there was no turning back. I hadn’t fully exposed myself yet, but as the thrill of seeing even a fraction of my body online, could I keep myself from showing off more?