In college I was known as Naked Guy. Every school probably has one. It wasn’t quite the same sentiment when I showed up to a party in college as in the clip above.
The name Naked Guy was given to me as a freshman and stuck with me all through college. Only the biggest assholes and morons are given that moniker. In certain circles of friends I’m still addressed by that nickname. I cringe every time I hear someone say it.
My freshman year I found it amusing to show others my balls and occasionally whip out my cock. I’m not packing anything too substantial in my pants, so I usually ended up embarrassing myself. I wanted attention. Even if it was the wrong type of attention. It was a simple formula, cock out =’s attention.
I dated a beautiful girl from New Jersey for three years in college. I met her hometown best friends for the first time during the second semester of our freshman year. We were at my friend’s house for a party, playing flip cup in the basement. Within 30 minutes of meeting them I got drunk, whipped out my balls and was placed them on the flip cup table. Then I chased people around the basement with my junk hanging out of my pants. My girlfriend was mortified, and rightfully so.
I wore daisy dukes with the ass cut out of them to a Halloween party my sophomore year. They were essentially a corduroy G string. My friends and I thought it was extremely funny. Everyone else was puzzled as to why I was showing off my hairy ass in public.
I would pull the head of my dick out my pants and shove random objects into my peehole. Steak knives, mulch, aspirins, keys, whatever seemed to fit. I would do other odd shit like slam my balls or dick in a door to try and get a couple of laughs.
Once, I masturbated using a massager on my dick, while still wearing pants, until I came. That doesn’t sound too odd until I mention this occurred in my living room in front of my roommates. I thought it was hilarious. I loved the shock value. Looking back it was borderline gay.
I’m not sure what the point of this post is, other than to embarrass myself by my past actions. I had good times as Naked Guy, or occasional Nude Dude as some liked to call me. College is a time to find yourself. I just happened to find myself being an asshole.