At 7.30am i headed off, wearing only trekker-sandals and shorts (freeballing, of course, as always) and it was fantastic. Then in June 2003 i plucked up courage to try it on a short journey of 20 miles, and the feeling was such a rush that i sprang an immediate hard-on which didn’t start to subside until at least five miles later!Ī few weeks later, with a day trip of 150 miles each way lined up, i planned to make it a shirtfree experience and hoped the weather would be kind.
As a boy i loved going shirtfree at summer camps, and my first f/b experience was at summer camp age 15, so for me f/bing and going shirtfree started at about the same time.Īs an adult, for ages i had longed to drive shirtfree but was reluctant because i felt too self-conscious – the climate is seldom good enough in the UK, and although men are nowadays quick to get their shirts off in hot weather (i lived on the south coast at that time) i very rarely saw anyone driving shirtless.