Just Chuck

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I lived in eastern Iowa in the nineties. I really liked making the short drive to the progressive university town of Iowa City. That’s a bit of a long drive from Des Moines. You might find some fun in Ames, Iowa. That’s the home of Iowa State University and had some fun restaurants and college bars when I visited there. Iowa has taken a rightward conservative cultural shift since I lived there and central and the western 2/3rds of the state were always more conservative than the eastern side.

I have an exhibition fetish that only pops up once in a while. I had never been draw to the idea of exhibitionism until I was in the Denver Swim Club and a good looking, 5’2” tall, slender, asian man with very limited English skills wanted to blow me in one of the public spaces. A small crowd of men gathered around to watch and many of them were making eye contact with me while it was happening. It was a stunning turn-on for me. I had never imagined that I’d like that and wouldn’t feel shy or embarrassed. A few years later, I saw a porn clip online of a live sex show at some club in Europe. I was obsessed for a while with the idea of being watched while having sex with another man. So, I set up a scene with a guy at the Midtowne Spa to fuck on the stage there. I think the exhibitionism thing is part of my brain’s way of processing some shame and internalized homophobia. Not only am I doing what I was told was wrong as a kid, I’m doing it to be seen!

I'd have wished for someone so gentle with the cars. I’d see a 20-year-old girl in a bikini on the property, along with someone carrying a camera, and immediately know she wanted to be photographed on top of the cars.

In my early twenties, I had a private investigator’s license and private security license. One of my clients was a Rolls Royce and BMW dealership. On Sunday’s when it was sunny out and the sales staff wasn’t working, keeping people off the expensive cars who wanted to be photographed was a routine chore for me.