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The naked man seen here straddling hay bales, fishing with his balls out and generally ambling about the great outdoors au natural is my brother from another mother, Ed.
Since first meeting many years ago we have become seriously tight; he will literally do anything for me. So much so, that last summer when l was really getting into landscape photography and told him I wanted to experiment with a homoerotic shoot in the countryside and needed him to model, he didn’t bat an eyelid.
I got my way and Ed got his kit off and ran around outside for hours while l chased him with a camera. Sounds a fairly straightforward, albeit humiliating and fucking hilarious process right? Well, things went tits up. My camera ran out of film, Ed got a stiffy, we got caught in some seriously heavy rain and the back tyre on my bike exploded. These unforeseen events resulted in us having to back the bike up to a local garage, beg for a disposable camera (they had no film and I had no money) and then take off again to an exposed field for him to pick some flowers, exposed.
I was not to be deterred by anything at this point. Teddy however, was less enthusiastic now that he was sodden and still naked. I think in his head he believed I was creating some romantic image of man at one with the world. In reality, what I think we can see here are some dapper pics of a good looking lad getting his dong out in the beautiful British countryside (if the BNP were to do a calender, I think it might look like this).
If you didn’t know the whole ridiculous story behind these photos you may think I was somewhat of a professional. But anywho, don’t let that detract from the skill, endeavour and sacrifice both him and I made that naked day. Although I actually didn’t sacrifice a tiny thing, Teddy is the one who deserves a medal here.
After that day l didn’t see him for a couple weeks and everyone who did see him said he wasn’t much for eye contact or chat. BUT the important thing is he got over it. Even after l developed the pics, showed them to everyone we knew, then lost them and later found them scattered in an empty draw… he forgave me.
That’s love I guess, and that is the story behind the behind. I hope you enjoy these starkers photos of my mate trotting about Worcestershire National Trust property manhandling himself in broad daylight. Why not try it at home kids? All you need is a solid friendship, a lack of boundaries and one disposable camera.