Guys into CMNM
Men Friends Picnic, Playa del Muerto, (Sitges, Spain) Saturday, August 5, 2023 from 11 am to 5 pm
Thu, 21 Apr 2022 02:29:00 +0000
Thanks for your interest in one of the Men Friends Picnic events. The next one (post-pandemic) will be held on Saturday, August 5, 2023 from 11 am to 5 pm at the Gay Nude Beach called Playa del Muerto. It is original gay beach in Sitges that was first opened in 1930. You can reach it by taxi (about 10 minutes), but the walk takes about 45 minutes and the views of the shoreline are worth it. No admission charge! Meet at the concrete patio at the top ledge of the beach, near the Snack Bar from 11:00 - 11:30 am, then we will make our way to a picnic place somewhere along Beach (Playa del Muerto). It is an informal event with no admission charge. Look for a Pink or Yellow Ribbons or Multi-colored Balloons to find our group on the beach. How to reach the contact person: KELLY LEWIS +1-808 352 7436 (text or phone call, only after August 1, 2023 until Aug 16.) Also try: DAVID KELLY +81 807467 2658 (text or phone call) Otherwise, use email: seefallus (at) gmail.com Who can join: Legal adults (21 or older for most events). Single males, couples or groups are invited to participate. Women are not barred from attending, but this IS a male - mostly gay or homosexual lifestyle - although some married couples (M/F) could possibly find it very stimulating but probably are not going to attend. Who will be there: Since it's just getting organized now, there's a good chance we'll have a dozen (or perhaps much more) men attending the private CMNM event (in a public beach). There's no doubt there will be some sexy fun and well worth it: strippers, erotic dancers, naked waiters, and an assortment of exciting clothed male / naked male activities and games are planned (although it depends on who is willing to play those roles). What type of games & events are there: CMNM Welcome Party, A CMNM Truth & Dare Card Game, CMNM strip poker party, a Naughty Costume Party and Role-Play, A Beach Dance Party (with clothed and naked males in attendance), Male strippers and uniformed hosts (if anyone wants to volunteer) visit to a nude beach, naked diving / snorkeling, a naked surfing or paddleboat cruise, and a later at a different location, there could be a CMNM wine-tasting and sushi party with both nude and clothed servers.
Clothing that invites CMNM situations
Sun, 13 Jun 2021 01:21:00 +0000
Some types of clothing and certain social situations seem to invite CMNM (clothed male / naked male) and probably just as often CFNM (clothed female / naked male) behavior. It's not too surprising that one of those types of clothing is the kilt. Still, there are several other kinds of male attire that sometimes offer the opportunity for spontaneous partially nudity, at time under the guise of freeballiing, such include boardshorts, ethnic or traditional clothing (the 'kilt' is a Western invention for covering male anatomy), but there are other forms of masculine clothes from Asian, the Middle East, Africa, and Oceania that perform similar functions and which offer similar glimpses. Here are some recent photos from social events where guys were wearing kilts. It always seems that whenever some guy is wearing a kilt -- whether formal or informal, he seems to get a lot of attention directed toward what's under the kilt. By the way, it appears that his male buddies are just as fascinated by what he's wearing and what he's not as his women friends are. Cross-cultural Perspective on Freeballing I wonder how many other national costumes or traditional clothes allow for freeballing? I've spent a lot of time in Japan and a few other countries where the national costume -- kimono or yukata (light summer informal kimono with fundoshi (loin cloth)) (at least it remains one of the traditional ways that some people dress --especialy for festivals or typical Japanese cultural events) does make freeballing sort of accepted. As I said in an earlier post (Scottish singer in a kilt), I wonder how many national / native or traditional costumes make it easy (or not) to freeball and perhaps to catch a glimpse. We've seen that many guys wearing kilts do not have anything on underneath. I have lived at times in Japan and still have strong connections to it. I find the kimono and in particular the yukata give a great opportunity to freeball. The traditional kimono, which is really as formal nowadays as a tuxedo and not worn very often at all, does not work out very well for freeballing -- mainly because it is worn for ceremonial events and people are not likely to move around much. The kimono is also worn tightly bound and can have several undergarments and belts (obi) so that it is not likely to come open. Damn, it must even be difficult to take a leak or squat to use the bathroom. However, the yukata is quite a bit different. It is a casual summer kimono-like one piece outfit -- typically worn for festivals and as night wear / indoor wear at hotsprings resorts and fine hotels. Traditionally, Japanese men (and there are some people who do still) wear the yukata and its shorter version (the happi coat) as casual wear -- although mostly it is only during the summer and fall festivals, but a few for daily wear especially during the hot humid summer season. Under the yukata -- and sometimes ONLY without even the yukata-- is worn the traditional Japanese loincloth called the "fundoshi." It is not exactly underwear because it can be worn as swimwear or beach wear, as festival gear, and as an undergarment for a yukata (or kimono). Normally, only men wear a fundoshi, but some guys think it is very sexy for women to wear them .. so you sometimes see women in porno wearing a fundoshi. Fundoshi is not really about freeballing -- it is a wrap that curls up from behind and under and can even tightly bind your balls, but it certainly does not leave much to the imagination once in place. There are a couple of styles - -the one for festivals is often twisted into a knotty rope like a thong and rides up the crack of your ass. Other style leave a hanging cover of the front so it's a bit hard to see the guy's encased mound of cock and balls, but this flying droop moves and floats around so you do get a view sometimes. I'm not Japanese and don't have much chance to wear a yukata or fundoshi, but I have an acquaintance in Japan who has been after me to try them. He is a Buddhist priest who is about 35, married with two small children. The place I stay is just next door to the temple so he invariably invites me over when he knows I am in Japan. Perhaps he is just trying to be nice by introducing me to traditional Japanese culture -- Japanese are not very big on evangelical Buddhism (although I hear it does exist). On a recent trip to Tokyo, he insisted on measuring me for a yukata and told me he would have onr made for me and then show me how to wear it and we would go to a fireworks festival wearing a yukata. While he was measuring me, he got down on his knees in front of me (apparently in total innocence) but it sure made me wonder. He first had me pull off my trousers and then he measured about my waist and hips while I standing there in a bare of almost mesh semi see-thru boxers. I had to pull my t-shirt down over the front to conceal what could have been a eyeful of my semi-freeballing. The next day he came running up to me again and wanted to measure me again -- he thought he might have made a mistake so it surely did get me to questioning his motives. For now, I will assume he has only my "cross-cultural" education at heart and nothing else. I do have to say that it will be interesting if he wants to teach me how to wear a fundoshi next! There are a few different types of 'fundoshi' style (Japanese loincloths). I guess you might say they are more like "freebutting" instead of freeballing, but what the hell, I think they look pretty cool. This photo above shows a guy's full body tatoo (irezumi) -- still quite popular with a certain segment of the Japanese -- it was strongly associated with gangsters (yakuza) but less so nowadays. Notice the twisted rope effect in the crack of his fundoshi -- wonder what that feels like -- maybe it helps keeps his semi-hard so that the spectators can enjoy the festival "show" even more. You can see different lengths of "happi" coats in this pic-- so the fundoshi is not really meant to be covered up -- although it can serve as underwear -- it is more like a 400 year old Japanese Speedo bikini or gym shorts.
Forgetting when to conceal isn't accidental flashing, is it?
Fri, 02 Apr 2021 01:26:00 +0000
Whenever a group of people are enjoying a swim at a beach or swimming pool, there is a certain hesitation about nudity - often people are afraid of being the first ones to shed their clothes. It takes some guts to be the first one to get rid of the swimwear and see whether the others will follow suit. In my experience, most often there will be other people who have been eager to do the same, so that almost immediately, you are surrounded by three or four other guys who are equally naked. But I have also had the other outcome: that I end up being the only naked guy in the whole group. The first time that happened, it made me feel uncomfortable. But then I realized that it was worth the try anyway - and that being the only naked one also has its charms. I feel so much more naked when I'm the only naked guy, and this nakedness is a turn-on for me. So nowadays, when I'm with a group of people where not everybody know each other, I still tend to be the first one to undress. It is still interesting to see how they will react, but I end up being happy both when my friends throw off all their clothes and when they decide to keep them on... (And it also turns out that there are often someone in the group who are quite happy to see me naked and who are more than willing to undress as soon as they get alone with me...) So my advice is clear: don't hesistate. Nothing bad ever came out of nudity. In England and elsewhere in Europe, it is totally natural and happens so often, it's 'hard' to keep track of. In America, the story is very different. In most of the US (except the right and left coasts), public nudity of any sort - whether rather innocent or flagrant -- is treated as a misdemeanor - a violation of civic laws. In England and elsewhere in Europe, it is totally natural and happens so often, it's 'hard' to keep track of. In America, the story is very different. In most of the US (except the right and left coasts), public nudity of any sort - whether rather innocent or flagrant -- is treated as a misdemeanor - a violation of civic laws. Damn, that puritan ethic (smile). But then again, absence of permission or of simply overlooking the obvious, sometimes makes the 'act' all that more exciting - I suppose. In Japan, where I spend most of my time currently, this kind of things happens as well. However, the main difference is the guys do try to conceal their privates while changing. Buttocks are not considered 'private' parts of the anatomy - especially for males. Well, it's not OK to exposed your butt in public walking down the street, but a little harmless arse-flashing happens amazing regularly on beaches, sports fields, parks, and in other public.
'Mardi Gras' exposure - not the real thing - but hot, anyway.
Wed, 17 Mar 2021 23:26:00 +0000
This is not to 'rain on anybody's parade'. But if you head off looking for these sights at the real Mardi Gras, you might be disappointed - although you could probably head to the Latin Quarter and see scenes like these during that time (and also at other times of year). The scenes in the 'mardi gras exposure' were not likely taken during Mardi Gras - at least, they are not really part of the Mardi Gras festivities. Although it's all in good fun, the drunken antics are not part of the annual Mardi Gras festivities (in New Orleans), which are based on a religious observance, of course. In reality, the real Mardi Gras does not take place on Bourbon Street. So it is rather a widespread myth. However, despite the 'myth', it can certainly be fun to be a part of the after-parade events that happen on Bourbon Street. Fortunately for those of us who enjoy seeing them, the cock flashing and drunken antics can occur at many other times of year. Formerly, Southern Decadence, billed as the Gay 'Mardi Gras', and held at Labor Day (first weekend in Sept) was truly an unbelievably wild street event. To many outside the New Orleans area, the term 'Mardi Gras' has become synonymous with the flagrant street flashing breast by women and cock & balls (or butts) by men who are drunk and roaming Bourbon Street in the French Quarter after the Mardi Gras parades have finished elsewhere across the city, seeking to be rewarded with a string of shiny beads for exposing their privates or genitals. Although fun and wild, and as such, it allows both the bead-giver and all of the casual bystanders too, a glimpse (or even more) of cute guys' dicks or their half-naked bodies (lower half - as they let their jeans and boxers drop), it is not really what Mardi Gras is. However, the myth persists. It's more likely to be an impromptu street party that spontaneously occurs during Spring Break or other holiday weekends in the old Quartier in downtown New Orleans. Tens of thousands of party-seeking college-age young people descend on the French Quarter on New Orleans during Spring Break, and "boys gone wild' is the name of the game. "In part due to the way the news media has focused on the activities of those who "visit" and go the French Quarter "after" the parades, it now appears that all many think about when they hear the words "Mardi Gras"are activities occurring in the French Quarter; i.e., flashing women (tourists who are drunk or need attention) and crowd surges (a spring break crowd trying to catch a glimpse)! This is not Mardi Gras. It has absolutely nothing to do with the "real" Mardi Gras celebration. Unfortunately, sex makes more news .. so every news camera visiting our beautiful city for Mardi Gras heads for the spring break crowd on Bourbon Street ... and does not give adequate coverage to those who spend thousands of dollars and months of time planning "The Greatest Free Show on Earth!" It is our hope that visitors who have seen Internet sites by tourists to New Orleans showcasing these tourists realize that they are only seeing 1/10 of 1% of what happens during the entire Mardi Gras season ... and hopefully, will soon realize Mardi Gras is not one big spring break for dirty old men, but an enjoyable celebration for families and friends. Locals stay away from the crowded Quarter in the evenings after a parade -- but we wouldn't miss Mardi Gras for the world! Excerpted (with additions) from http://www.mardigrasneworleans.com/ ---------- The above amateur photos were forwarded message in a group email message from: atitlan on his [ymna] Yahoo group.----------
Coach's Office By Roy
Fri, 12 Mar 2021 03:14:00 +0000
Coach's Office By Roy (an original story that was formerly available on BadPuppy; photos were added separately by me) The mid-afternoon sun was beating down on my back the duration of football practice, and I was in no mood for Coach Smith's continued yelling about my slacking off today. He finally crossed my last nerve and I told him I was doing the best I could. He stormed up to me and said that he was sure he could adjust my attitude. He ordered me to run 10 extra laps at the end of practice. By the time I finished the extra laps, the rest of the team had already left. The locker room was empty. My shoes made a clicking sound on the tile floor as I crossed the locker room towards Coach Smith's office. I nervously knocked on the wooden door, the sound filled the locker room. From behind the door, I heard the power in Coach Smith's voice as he ordered me into his office. "It took you long enough to finish those laps", he barked. The anger in his voice caused me to fear this man for the first time. "I am sorry for the trouble I caused today, Sir", I meekly replied. " Oh, you will be sorry, young man", Coach Smith said in a low angry voice. He slowly opened the top left drawer of his disk. He removed a large clear Plexiglass paddle. As he swung the paddle back and forth, the air whistled through the holes that had been drilled in the paddle. With each swing, I began to sweat. He then removed a well worn leather batter's glove, he slowly put his large hand in the glove, adjusting the fit until the leather was like a second skin on his large hand. He slowly walked around his desk and went to the door and turned the lock. The sound of the lock filled the empty locker room and filled me with a feeling of anticipation. Coach Smith stood behind me and placed his massive hands on my shoulders, "It's time we started with your attitude adjustment, young man", he said. He ordered me to stand with my hands on his desk, "You must be kidding" I asked. "Either do as I say or you're off the team" he barked back. I slowly stood He jerked back the wooden chair that I had been sitting on. I bent over, placing my hands on the desk. Coach Smith rubbed the Plexiglas paddle over the center of my ass. I heard the air whistle as Coach Smith took the paddle back, the anticipation of the blow filled me with strange sensations; both of tread and excitement. Coach Smith lingered with the return blow, he seemed to sense my anticipation. He said nothing as his powerful arm brought the paddle down against my upturned ass. Even with my practice pants on , the blow sent a pain through my body, my knees almost buckled. I heard the whistle as the paddle as he readied for the second blow. My body tensed as the blow was delivered. With each blow the pain increased, and so did the strange sensation of excitement. Coach Smith delivered ten hard blows to my backside. As Coach Smith walked around his desk, I straightened and started to turn toward the door, " Where do you think you are going? We're not finished" he stated loudly. My heart almost stopped when Coach Smith ordered me to remove my practice pants. I started to refuse, but before I could, he informed me that the punishment would worsen the longer he had to wait. My hands trembled has I unlaced the front of my pants. I slowly removed my pants and placed them on the wooden chair. I stood before Coach Smith with just a jockstrap and a jersey on. Strangely my body began to tinkle with the anticipation of the pain that was surely to come. Coach Smith ordered me to return to my position over the desk. Coach Smith stepped behind me and slowly ran his hand over my burning backside. As his fingers touched my ass, I became strangely aroused. Coach Smith removed the wide leather belt from his pants, I heard a cracking sound as Coach Smith snapped the belt together. My body trembled and I started to feel a burning in my groin. The first smack of the belt on my scarlet ass sent my body jerking forward. Coach Smith grabbed the back of my jersey and brought the belt down against my ass. With each of Coach Smith's powerful blows, the stinging pain of my ass brought my cock to stiffness. When Coach Smith finished, my swollen cock pressed against my jockstrap, Coach Smith jerked me upright. I hoped that he did not see my swollen cock. I noticed a strange grin on his face. "I see someone enjoyed our lesson. Maybe I need to continue" Coach Smith said through a grin. He pulled me towards the wooden chair and laid me over his knees. He positioned my swollen cock over his own manhood. He started to rub my burning ass. H then raised his gloved hand and brought it down on my waiting cheek. First the left cheek, then the right. With each slap of his hand, I felt his cock press against mine. He continued to rub my ass between each blow. After an additional 10 slaps on each cheek, his hands started to explore my scarlet and purple ass. His fingers forced their way towards my asshole. This was the first time anyone had touched the inside of my ass. My body became aware of his probing fingers as he slowly pressed them into my hole. The pain of the spanking was soon replaced with the pleasure of Coach's probing fingers. "Breath deeply and relax", Coach Smith whispered in my ear, I took a deep breath as he pressed his fingers deeper into my body. I was soon aware that I enjoyed his probing and tried to open myself to him. I felt his hardened cock moving against mine. My body trembled. He removed his finger from deep inside my body. Sweat soaked my jersey. Coach Smith told me to stand. As I did so, I could see his cock pressing against his zipper. Coach Smith rose from the chair. His hand came up between my legs. He firmly squeezed my balls and cock. My body started to buckle, but Coach Smith held me tightly. "Ever had someone play with your cock before?" Coach Smith asked. "NO," I said through trembling lips, " Should I stop?" he asked. Again I answered no. Coach Smith slowly raised my sweat soaked jersey, exposing my hairless chest to the cold air that filled the room. My nipples started to harden. Coach started to slowly lick my nipples. He removed my jersey and brought his mouth over my hard nipples, his teeth barely touching my tender nipples as his tongue rolled against the tips. My body started to tremble from this new sensation. I pressed his head harder against my heaving chest. He unbuckled his pants. The sound of his zipper couple with my increasing moans of pleasure filled the office. Coach then removed his shirt. I was overwhelmed by the site of his nearly naked body. His sweat glistened on his smooth muscled body, my trembling hand reached out to touch a man's chest for the first time. The touch of his bare chest, sent a feeling of total joy through my body. I looked into his icy blue eyes. I wanted this man. He pulled my head towards his, he pressed his lips against mine. I felt his tongue trying to part my lips. I willingly gave in. His tongue explored my mouth deeper then any girl's I had kissed before. My hands started to explore his chest, my fingers caressed his nipples. I wanted to taste the sweat on his chest. I kissed and licked the area around his nipples. My first taste of another man's sweat was more intoxicating then anything I had ever drank before. Coach Smith pressed me against his desk, his hands slowly caressing my stomach. As he lowered his hands towards my swollen cock, my breathing started to become shallow. His hands played with the top of my jockstrap. He slowly pulled the sweaty straps way from my body. The chilled air touched my hard cock as the jockstrap dropped to the floor. Coach Smith's hands slowly made their way along my legs, his very touch sent electricity through my body. His hands stoped just inches away from my balls. I held my breath as his hand tenderly rolled over my balls. He caressed my cock. My knees buckled, Coach Smith caught me and layed me on his desk. His mouth slowly lowered over my cock. I felt the wetness of his mouth, his sharp teeth scraped the head of my cock as it entered his mouth. His lips pressed against my groin. The sensation of the suction of his mouth on my cock was like no other sensation I have felt before. I felt as though I would explode. Coach Smith continued to suck my cock and balls. His finger was again pressing against my waiting asshole. He stoped sucking my cock long enough to lick two of his fingers. He then returned his mouth to my cock and started to explore my ass with his finger. My asshole did not give way to his long finger. With gentle yet firm pressure, he inserted his finger into my hungry ass. Soon his single finger is replaced with both fingers. My moans intensify, I felt a sensation I have never felt before. Coach Smith sensed my pending explosion. He removed his mouth and fingers. He looked down at me and smiled. I watched as he removed his own jockstrap. I saw, for the first time, how large and hard his cock is. He started to stroke his cock, "It's time for you to lose your virginity" he said as he stroked his cock with force. He reached into his bottom drawer and took out a small tube of clear liquid and a condom. I stared at his cock as he slowly rolled the condom over the plump head of his cock. The condom covered his cock with a tight fit. "This will help," he said as opened the clear liquid and smeard it over his cock. He then smeared the cool liquid on my asshole, and with his finger, inserted some inside me. He pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, raising my legs high in the air. I felt the juicy head of his cock press against my asshole. He grabbed my hips and pulled them towards him as he pushed his hard cock against my ass. I felt a pain like no other as his head made its way up my asshole. I let out a small yell as he entered deeper in to my body. I was filled with a pressure as his body presses against my upturned ass. He stopped and told me to breath. I feel him begin to remove his cock. As the head of his cock began to leave my body, he forced it deep inside my waiting hole. My body arched with the force of the pressure. He began to move back and forth like a piston. He pressed his body against mine. Our mouths met one another. I could feel his blood engorged cock as he fucked me, he started to fuck me harder and faster. He removed his cock from my body. His warm cum shot over my belly. He spread it gently over my stomach and then took my cock in his mouth, sucking harder than before. I soon felt the pressure of my cum rising in my cock. I pushed his mouth away from my cock right as it shot a load all over his cheek. I was afraid he would be angry. He wiped my cum from his cheek and kissed me gently on the mouth."I am going to need another attitude adjustment again real soon," I informed him. Coach smiled as he gave my wet ass a hard smack.
How does 'flashing' count as CMNM activity?
Fri, 05 Mar 2021 02:22:00 +0000
One aspect of the CMNM lifestyle (sexual preference) is just how and where such kinds of experiences actually occur. There are three broad categories for how and where CMNM occurs -- 1) planned situations where both parties involved, the clothed man (males) and naked ones are participating willingly and in predetermined locations (such as a bar, Pride event, male strip club, male lap-dancing, or private group sex parties. Some examples are nude nights at some gay bars, or stripping contests, or amateur strip nights, or hiring a nude escort or sex 'massage' escort (not to be confused with a real licensed masseur or massage therapist). Some are these 'planned' CMNM events are a part of a larger men's gathering or nude or sexual retreat - CMEN, Burning Man, or Street Festival (Southern Decadence in New Orleans or Dore Alley Fair in Cisco). 　　　　　2) pre-meditated, semi-random or semi-accidental one-way CMNM (this is a very gray area - so it's not clearly definable).. In these only ONE of the two manipulates (or at least it appears that one side is cognizant and the other side is ignorant (or innocent) of 'planning' or 'willingly' participant in sexually stimulating their counterpart. So the exact environment or conditions are very important but also very unique and specific to the situation (like good timing while visiting your Uncle's home, etc) so that one male can either be nude or be the clothed one who enjoys seeing the nude male in a place where nudity may or may not be expected. One essential determining factor is whether power/control and whether the sexual arousal is experienced by both (Clothed or Nude) participants and more definitely whether or not it is a voluntary act or coerced or forced on the other party (by force, persuasion or manipulation that physical or psychological or social or even some combinations of all three. 3) accidental or unintended CMNM experiences (like when someone opens a toilet stall door and exposes a naked (or masturbating/erect guy), or getting locked out (pushed out) of a hotel room by college buddies, etc... ). There are all kinds of variables that come into play and thehuge extremes in the level of conscious and unconscious sexual turns-on with all of these variations. the subtleties or the directness (blatantness) are different for every purpose and every person. Certainly, one aspect of CMNM involves flashing. 　　　　 Flashing is a form of exhibitionism - from mild to wild to extreme - exposing one's body, specifically the genitals and/or buttocks (or breasts in women) to another person or group of people (who may or may not be clothed). Mild forms of it are 'accidental exposure' or peekaboo flashing -which are so very common among some social groups and situations -- so much so that it is absolutely NOT　even regarded as any form of 'sexual' behavior at all - especially in some circles or subcultures. 　　　　Peekaboo flashing often takes the form of nudity at college boy dorm and social events or frat parties, nudity at sporting events, rock concerts and public events where young and often drunk people gather to 'have fun'. But it also exists on a more personalized basis .. such as between college dorm roommates or when regular handymen or deliverymen come to a person's house (sometimes repeatedly) and some accidental exposure to (male) nudity occurs. There are legions of stories -- many probably urban legend -- about the voyeuristic adventures of pizza delivery boys, UPS truck drivers, and newspaper delivery boys - some of which they have documented (in blogs, Youtube, porno, etc) but more they themselves often are actually the targeted brunt of someelse's desire getting naked-for-the-pizza-guy prank. I have a strong feeling that many times such 'jokes' actually have latent homoerotic desires or sub-currents underlying the 'urge' to strip or to have someone stripped. 　　　　Why then would getting the guys naked or panstied or teabagged be the NUMBER ONE hazing or college party pranks for seemingly millions of boyish breeder-types (twinks and young college or NON-college men up to age 30 or so). Spend some time searching YouTube or similar sites (or more blatantly risque or explicit video-sharing sites) to get a better idea of what I am talking about. The following is a written interaction about how to flash a plumber. It was originally posted on DickFlash (a publically accessible discussion forum) on January 14, 2008. Within it, you can find some of the basic issues and nuances of what CMNM experiences are all about. One of the discussion participants on DickFlash posted this message and request on January 14: "This guy came about two weeks ago to work on my sink in my kitchen. He had the plumber's crack thing going on, but in a good way...he has a nice ass. I know he's married with kids, but he was very talkative and friendly. I want to know how to "accidentally" flash him. I'm not sure the "I have to take a shower..." thing is going to work. I need something more subtle. The thing is, short shorts aren't really in fashion these days, or I would slip a pair on and let my balls "accidentally" fall out or spread my legs open, etc. Any suggestions?" MY RESPONSE: I'm good at coming up with possible ways to flash but I don't often really put them into practice.... so take what I say with a huge grain of salt. By way of further 'excuse-making', let me explain -- I don't live alone (4 people together) and so can't arrange 'things' so easily for workmen or delivery men flashes. But here are some suggestions... and some advice. 1. The baggy shorts (not just shorty shorts ) or mesh shorts might be one option - You can wear them or sit so that he can look up them (or see through them) and carry on your 'friendly' banter. If you just act like you don't know any about what he's seeing it would probably work.. but if you are like me.. it's the being seen that is the arousing part. If you have to completely IGNORE his act of seeing, it is ....well.. not like flashing at all. But it might work differently for you. Anyway, just think about it especially from his 'point-of-view' (so to speak), do you think he is going to engage you in a long, friendly conversation while you are 'blatantly' sitting there with your balls or cock or asshole in full view (or partial view). Most married men (unless they are closet gay voyeurs) will politely turn their eyes or simply back off or turn around .. even if they make a joking comment about it or are not embarrassed by it.. it will make them slightly uncomfortable. Then he'll be more wary or even resentful...for having been 'friendly' was NOT his intention - he's probably NOT just chatting you up .. but he's passing the time amiably because it's not a very fun job -- except for those times he gets to actually talk to his customers. If he is THAT comfortable with seeing a nude male and chatting, then you could probably try something much more direct. You've met him before so to start out with something 'new' at this point may not work either, but at least you'll have some ideas for the 'next' time (another handyman or deliveryman). For example, explain that you are a nudist (or you can use some wording or terminology to disguise this and then 'explain' what that means... such as a naturologist or FKK scientologist (hey.. like a nude Tom Cruise fan club member) or that you are practicing nude yoga or nake self-massage, essential oil therapy or some such ruse... as a spiritual discipline and this is your morning (afternoon) to engage in your regular session. If he doesn't baulk, then ask him if you can be nude in front of him now because you always make it a practice in at the time and you need to meditate in the nude. He'll probably believe you unless he's also Asian - the typical WASP North American doesn't know anything about any religion or religious discipline other than their own (rather narrow) Protestant or Catholic dogma (and many barely even know much about those - although they pretend to be 'Christians'. For white Americans (of a certain age) it would be so non-PC (i. e. politically incorrect) to doubt you or to call your 'nude' religious practice into question because to appear to ridicule it or doubt would be tantamount to prejudice or discrimination - most people will not say anything. In fact, if he's really 'interested', he just might show so much interest and encourage you to take off you clothes or ask you to explain it or show him how you do it... then you'll have to be able to bull-shit your way through an actual sample session. What is important is that you need to believe in what you are doing. You have to really have a plan and a clear purpose in your strategy. Actually believing in something helps you actually come up with some ideas (on your own) that will work FOR YOU (to actualize it)..... When you don't believe in something you want to do (and why you want to do), it becomes all too self-evident to others and to yourself that what you are doing is just a ruse or fake. People are masters as self-delusion - but they can smell out fear or a fake a mile off (not that they always mind or even complain). We (here on DF) can make suggestions that are excellent or extensive (or until we are blue in the face)...but YOU are the one who actually has to make them work or not. It helps enormously if you really believe it too. Think also about why you want to flash this guy... is it the naughtiness that stimulates you? or the sense of having sexual power over someone (esp a stranger? or do you think you might have a chance to get laid or have sex or are you looking for a romantic/sexual fling? Flasher, know thyself. 2. The 'shower' thing is about the only plausible other reason (rationale) that you could have for 'accidently' exposure 'beside the flimsy clothes or the nude meditation.. I know you love showing your butthole, Rimluvr -- we've seen that sweet and delicous little bronzed pucker here on DF more than one occasion. Scenario A.... Leave your cellphone in the kitchen or bathroom or whenever he is going to be doing his plumbing stuff.. and be sure to have set the alarm on your phone to make it ring while he is in there. You could set multiple alarms to 'simulate' getting a call first from some and talking just minute to tell them you are getting in the shower, and and then have a second alarm set 10 minutes later - perfectly timed so that you have to come bounding out of the shower or whenever you are -- practicing nude yoga, etc in the room. You may need to leave the phone where he can' t see/reach it.... among your dirty clothes or in a pile of fresh laundered stuff... etc. When you then come running into the room (or even jump out of the shower or laundry room or where) so try to 'get that important call'... either you'll be nude (and dripping) or clutching a towel.. or you will 'loose' the towel then your 'clumsy' hands try to get the phone open and up... He won't be able to ignore a phone ringing (if you've got the right phone it will sound just like a real ringtone and will continue to ring 4-5 times -- just begging to get his attention too .. Therefore, he'll have backed out from under the sink or wherever just in time to see your towel drop and your exposed jewels or rose-bud come into full view... it would be even best if you have the phone strategically placed to that he can't avoid staring up into your crotch or buttocks. You could also pull of that phone trick by using your cell phone to call your landline (extension in the kitchen or getting some to do so).. No.. I'm not volunteering. But you could even get your mother or a friend to call you at exactly a certain time (say.. to wake you up or to help mind you to bring in the recycling bin (or whatever). 3. Combine all or some of the above suggestions... Answer the door in mesh clothes, explain about your 'nude yoga' or naked scientology mediation session, then have the phone (alarm) set to interrupt you. You have to sound convincing so you have believe it. It's easier to believe when it is not a lie - so start practicing Buddhist nude oil massage and Naked Zen meditation today. Hope you enjoy my suggestions and advice... Kelly (sunbuns). P.S. I have lived too many years in Asia and now I spend so much time in Hawaii -- where East and West mix so well ... so I guess I have been indoctrinated - one way or another. The spirit is willing but the flash is week day and weekend! Submitted by sunbuns (as hardtwoholed)
Men Friends Picnic Beach 67 • Waialea (South Kohala), Big Island (Hawaii)
Mon, 15 Feb 2021 07:17:00 +0000
Event by Guys Into CMNM 67 Beach • Waialea Saturday, March 13, 2021 at 11 AM UTC+09 – 4 PM UTC+09 Free via Eventbrite Public Anyone on or off Facebook https://www.facebook.com/events/413065246651146 On Saturday, March 13 from 11:00 am to 4:00 pm, any men who are interested in meeting other men for some clothing optional CMNM games On Saturday, March 13 from 11:00 am to 4:00 pm, any men who are interested in meeting other men for some clothing optional CMNM games and fun activities is welcome to join us at Beach 67 (not far from Waialea Beach (Beach 69 Hapuna State Beach ) off of Old Puako Road in South Kohala for a picnic and fun group activities. The highlight of the afternoon's activities is a Truth or Dare Card game, where participants have act out a dare or tell a story or recount a experience. We welcome both clothed and naked individuals, and any sexuality or sexual preference or orientation is welcome to participate. As is it a public State beach, nudity is prohibited, so you can only do so at your own risk. Please bring your own picnic food or if you're willing to share (pot-luck), then bring an item that you can share with the group. Also bring your own drinks. There is a port-a-potty restroom located at the parking lot about 200 yards above Beach 67. There is no drinkable water either at the beach or at the parking lot, so bring everything you might need. I will be in the area from March 10 - 19, and can answer questions or give directions at the following mobile phone: (808) 352 - 7-4-3-6 Prior to March 10, I can be reached by text at: (408) 409 - 5 - 0 - 5 - 4 (as I do not live on Hawaii). You can also write me email at: sunbunz (at) gmail (dot) com Hope to see you there. Kelly Lewis
Exposed to a young medical doctor
Tue, 26 Jan 2021 03:28:00 +0000
Today is the last of my week-long hospital stay. Young Dr.M, who I described in an earlier posting, had already visited me once,so I thought any chances of him seeing nude were unlikely. But - what do you know! - he came back to say he needed some photos to document how I had healed. What luck! I was wearing my gown with nothing underneath. Of course, I knew this was my flashing opportunity come true! So I disrobed while on the bed right in front of him. He was very professional, but my cock started swelling up. It took him a few minutes to get the photos - mostly close-ups. By this time, my cock was nearly erect and starting to leak. I was delighted he didn't just hurry away, but stayed a couple more minutes and chatted - all the.while letting me show him my naked body, cock and balls. I think he somehow knew that this was a more intimate kind of bedside manner that this patient really needed and appreciated! I am staying in hospital for a condition that has also occurred before. I ended up on the same ward of the same hospital where I stayed before. Two of the attending doctors are the same, but one is new .. young, tall, and he has a deep voice and sexy hands. It gives me a thrill when he stops by to examine me on his am/pm rounds. There really is nothing to suspect he'd be interested in one of his patients sexually. But that hasn't stopped me from fantasizing and also trying to flash him from my hospital bed. There is something horny about being physically examined daily by men in white coats! LOL; especially when the nature of the illness is rather mild -- by comparison with other patients who seem to suffer a lot more. The fact that I spend time reading porn stories (some about this very thing - medical exams) while lying hours on a hospital bed certainly enhances the mood. Dr. M usually makes a point to stop by twice a day... so I've been greeting him with my robe open slightly at the crotch when he has stopped the last few days so that now I'm thinking he's got the idea I like him seeing me nude. Yesterday he made an unscheduled stop in the p.m. When he asked about my throat, I had just a peek of my crotch showing, but then he wanted to see my ankle so I had to stretch out my leg and I am pretty sure he got a clear view of my semi erect cock when my robe opened up more. I couldn't really look down and confirm or I'd been obliged to cover my 'accidental' exposure. He stayed a minute more, making small talk, but he was not cruising me -- at least not blatantly -- maybe he's not at all interested, but oddly enough he came back alone this a.m. after a group of doctors he was with stopped by earlier. I made a point of extending my leg to let him feel my ankle thus exposing my groin with my partly open robe. I couldn't gauge his reaction, however. There is another young doctor who is friendly too, but it's not clear whether my showing some glimpses of penis is having any effect on him either. Yesterday, after that episode, I got so horny that I decided to go outside while the sun was shining and to try to get partly naked. Behind the hospital but still on its property is a small park area with benches. Trees, and an open area that adjoins the parking lot. That's where I headed mid-afternoon wearing my robe and nothing else - actually a Japanese yukata - while that in itself is not unusual, most of the ones people might sleep in are normally white with a traditional printed pattern. Mine is for casual day yukata wear so it is a tan and beige modern design. The parking lot is near the back so there are not as many visitors, but instead there are pharmaceutical company salesman who park their cars there and then wait between appointments. A few of them were parked (backed in) and sitting in the driver's seat. They could probably get a look in the rear view mirrors of what I was doing. I opened the front of my robe and then started pulling on my cock until it was fully hard -- although I can't be sure anyone's looking, they certainly have the opportunity and that thought kept my juices flowing all evening and half the night. Mine is a male patients room shared with three other beds - separated by curtains. Last night between 12-2am, I couldn't stifle the urge to beat off - but I made sure to make squishy jacking noises on my cock as I edged up and back from a final squirt when the 20-something guy in the corner bed seemed to be likely to be awake and listening ( turned over or got something to drink). I know it 's not much, but I am confined to my hospital for more than a week and witn security cams everywhere I'm not about to flash strangers on the elevator. What I am doing now is some form of CMNM simulation. Flashing while staying in hospital I am staying in hospital for a condition that has also occurred before. There are lots of chances for CMNM experiences while in the hospital. I ended up on the same ward of the same hospital where I stayed before. Two of the attending doctor's are the same, but one is new .. young, tall, and he has a deep voice and sexy hands. It gives me a thrill when he stops by to examine me on his am/pm rounds. There really is nothing to suspect he'd be interested in one of his patients sexually. But that hasn't stopped me from fantasizing and also trying to flash him from my hospital bed. There is something horny about being physically examined daily by men in white coats! LOL esp when the nature of the illness is rather mild -- by comparison with other patients who seem to suffer a lot more. The fact that I spend time reading porn stories ( some about this very thing - medical exams) while lying hours on a hospital bed certainly enhances the mood. Dr. M usually makes a point to stop by twice a day...so I've been greeting him with my robe open slightly at the crotch when he has stopped the last few days so that now I'm thinking he's got the idea I like him seeing me nude. Yesterday he made an unscheduled stop in the p.m. When he asked about my throat, I had just a peek of my crotch showing, but then he wanted to see my ankle so I had to stretch out my leg and I am pretty sure he got a clear view of my semi erect cock when my robe opened up more. I couldn't really look down and confirm or I'd been obliged to cover my 'accidental' exposure. He stayed a minute more, making small talk, but he was not cruising me -- at least not blatantly -- maybe he's not at all interested, but oddly enough he came back alone this a.m. after a group of doctors he was with stopped by earlier. I made a point of extending my leg to let him feel my ankle thus exposing my groin with my partly open robe. I couldn't gauge his reaction, however. There is another young doctor who is friendly too, but it's not clear whether my showing some glimpses of penis is having any effect on him either. Yesterday, after that episode, I got so horny that I decided to go outside while the sun was shining and to try to get partly naked. Behind the hospital but still on its property is a small park area with benches. Trees, and an open area that adjoins the parking lot. That's where I headed mid afternoon wearing my robe and nothing else - actually a Japanese yukata - while that in itself is not unusual, most of the ones people might sleep in are normally white with a traditional printed pattern. Mine is for casual day wear so it is a tan and beige modern design. The parking lot is near the back so there are not as many visitors, but instead there are pharmaceutical company salesman who park their cars there and then wait between appointments. A few of them were parked (backed in) and sitting in the driver's seat. They could probably get a look in the rear view mirrors of what I was doing. I opened the front of my robe and then started pulling on my cock until it was fully hard -- a.though I can't be sure anyone's looking, they certainly have the opportunity and that thought kept my juices flowing all evening and half the night. Mine is a male patients room shared with three other beds - separated by curtains. Last night between 12-2am, I couldn't stifle the urge to beat off - but I made sure to make squishy jacking noises on my cock as I edged up and back from a final squirt when the 20-something guy in the corner bed seemed to be likely to be awake and listening ( turned over or got something to drink). I know it 's not much, but I am confined to my hospital for more than a week and witn security cams everywhere I'm not about to flash strangers on the elevator. What I am doing now is some form of CMNM simulation.
Homoerotic CMNM Situations - Which one have you been in?
Mon, 09 Nov 2020 04:52:00 +0000
I Like CMNM: Clothed Male, Nude Male Filming A Mate Take A Shower. When I was in high school me and some friends went away for a weekend to a filmmaking festival. The idea was to spend the weekend making a funny short film and having a good time away from our parents. The film we had written was a B-grade style horror film spoofing films like texas chainsaw massacre and psycho. And so, of course, there was a shower scene where one of the characters was murdered... During the shoot I was behind the camera and one friend was in charge of the special effects (tomato sauce in water pistols). The victim was being played by another one of our friends. He had no shirt on and was just in his shorts. He was young and skinny but had some defined muscles and the beginnings of a six-pack. We discussed how we were going to shoot the scene and had a quick rehearsal. Then he ****** down to his underpants and stepped into the shower ready to shoot. With the water flowing and soaking his briefs, I could clearly make out the shape of his package. He seemed to be quite aware of this, and in fact, seemed to be enjoying showing off. He kept grabbing at his crotch to try and make his bulge look bigger. We angled the camera so that only his top half could be seen and you couldn't tell that he wasn't completely naked, but take after take the waistband of his briefs kept creeping up into frame and ruining the shot. My friend asked if it would be easier to film if he really was naked. The thought went through my mind that we probably didn't need him to *, but honestly I was a little curious and without hesitation he pulled off his briefs. He immediately started pulling on his to make it grow just a little bigger, he obviously wanted us to see he had a decently sized . I tried not to look, or at least look like I was looking, because I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. But he was staring at my eyes, not looking away. It felt like he wanted me to look and he wanted to catch me peeking. At first I felt very awkward that he was naked while me and the others were fully clothed and I was pointing a camera directly at him. But it became less awkward when i realized that he was quite comfortable and was, in fact, enjoying it. 'It's okay, you can look at my ' he said, which surprised me. After that I couldn't help but look, he grabbed his again which had grown slightly since he pulled it out and he stood proudly with it hanging between his legs. It wasn't awkward anymore but quite a funny situation.We finished shooting the scene and he jumped out of the shower. He hung out in the nude for a while before he got dressed. It's funny, amongst my current group of friends I have a reputation of being overly comfortable with nudity and stripping off at parties etc. But thinking back to that day, I found it quite impressive seeing someone so eager to * off in front of their friends and show everything. stagfilmfinatic 22-25, M See the story below in its original location at: http://www.experienceproject.com/stories/Like-Cmnm-Clothed-Male-Nude-Male/4941529 Exhibitionist Coffee During the summer I had gone to the local nude beach (about 20 miles away) a few times and enjoyed it as people walked past and had a good look at me sunbathing naked. It’s a long beach with the nude section up in the dunes at the far end so anyone at that part of the beach is fully aware it is nude and expects to see people naked. I would find nice spot, * off and settle down to sun myself knowiniceng it wouldn’t be long before some beach walkers would come past. As the dunes undulate up and down you don’t know if there will be someone over the next peak of a dune so sometimes walkers would suddenly appear almost next to me. Some of the walkers were just walking and nothing more. Others were hoping to “stumble” across nude sunbathers to they could get an eyeful. So occasionally someone would suddenly appear close to me and make quite a show of apologizing for disturbing me but at the same time making sure they had a good look. And I’m fairly sure some people came past more than once. Mostly the walkers were dressed, or at least wearing swimmers, and I quite enjoyed the fact that they were seeing me naked while they were clothed. Occasionally some would stop and chat and I really enjoyed it as they stood looking down on me as I lay naked before them. It was the typical British chatter about the weather and very seldom did they comment on the fact I was naked….but some did and that was fun. Some weeks later I was fully dressed waiting to meet a friend outside the post office in the town near the beach when this chap walked past, nodded and said hello. I politely nodded back and said hello to him too. He stopped and smiled and said “You don’t recognize me do you?” I replied that I didn’t and he said that he had almost not recognized me with my clothes on but was now sure we had chatted before. The look of surprise on my face made him laugh and he explained that he had seen me on the nude beach and had made a point of walking past a few times and even stopped to chat once or twice as an excuse to have a good look at me. We chatted a bit and although I couldn’t recall chatting with him he described the towel I was lying on etc. and then said that I was circumcised – which is true – so clearly we must have chatted….or at least he had seen me naked before. He was in his 60’s and called Bill and said he admired my body and had really enjoyed chatting to me on the beach as he looked at me naked. He gave me his number and said if ever I wanted somewhere to * off during the winter I could visit him at his house which was nearby. Then my friend arrived and Bill said goodbye but as he went he said I should call him. A week or so later I met my friend again and I was just about to head for home when I remembered Bill and called him and asked if he was serious about what he had said the last time. He said he hadn’t really expected to hear from me but would love to see me and invited me round for a coffee, although it couldn’t be for very long as he had to go out later. I wasn’t sure what to expect when I knocked on his door but thought it likely he would ask me to * off. He welcomed me in and showed me through to the living room and we sat and chatted a bit. We went over the old ground of how he had enjoyed chatting to me as he admired my naked body during the summer and his surprise when he saw me in town. He seemed to enjoy describing my body to me as if confirming to both of us that we had chatted and he had in fact seen me naked before. I found it quite exciting to hear his description of my body and particularly how he described the parts you would only see if I was naked….the level of detail he had convinced me that he had definitely seen me naked before! Then he said I should feel free to take my clothes off. I laughed and said I had wondered when that would happen. He said he would love to see me naked again and had hoped that was why I had visited! So, in front of a retired gentleman who I had only just met, but who had clearly seen me naked before, I took all my clothes off. Although I still couldn’t recall chatting to him on the beach his description of my body and the fact that he seemed like a nice guy meant I was happy to do it. I was a bit nervous as I hadn’t really ****** off for someone like this before, but his reaction and appreciation soon put me at ease. Being naked for strangers on a beach is very different for being naked for someone specifically because they have asked to see my body. I was now sitting naked on the sofa and nervous over what was going to happen next. He asked if it was ok for him to remain dressed as he was quite shy but loved the fact I was so exhibitionist. I took that as an invitation to show myself off so I stood and paraded about the room before standing in front of him and making sure he had a good look. He watched and clearly enjoyed what he was seeing. Then he asked if I would like a drink so I followed him into the kitchen where he put the kettle on and made us both a coffee, chatting normally but he was also looking me over and smiling as he did so. We stood chatting with our drinks about the weather, traffic, etc. He showed me round his house and the view from his upstairs bedroom of the beach. I was quite comfortable walking round his house completely naked and every now and again he would stop to have a good look at me – and when he did I would strike some pose that showed myself off to him. I offered to wash up the coffee cups and as I did I felt him come up behind me and put his arms around my chest, caressing me gently. I rubbed his arm by way of encouragement and so he got a bit braver and lowered his hands to below my waist, softly taking my growing member in his hands. I put my hands over my head, giving him unrestricted access to the whole of my body, which he proceeded to feel all over, moaning with pleasure as he did so. I could feel the cool touch of his clothes against my back as he held me close against him and felt quite excited at the fact I was so completely naked and exposed to him. He was enjoying the total freedom I gave him to play with my naked body, saying how lovely it was. He said we only had a few more minutes before he had to go out so I invited him to have a last good look and feel before I got dressed. After I got dressed and he saw me out the door he said I’d be very welcome to visit again. I think I will.
Letters to Billy, the skinnydipping mountain guy: For a friend on former Tribe.net
Sat, 17 Oct 2020 01:25:00 +0000
by sunbuns99 July 22nd, 2007, 01:43 PM Dear Billy, Long time no see. It's summer so you're probably at your busiest time on the ranch. I'll go on vacation (July 27-Aug 29) to Hawaii, New York, Tennessee/KY. Yep.. you should come to Japan - if you're anything like what I see in the photo you'd be a popular guy (So desu neh!) It seems many Tribe people are gravitating to the visual culture offered by Flickr - I find myself going there a lot more than Tribe - nobody every writes much any way (or read what I write on my Tribe or other blogs). But on Flickr, if I have a nice photo (hot guy, interesting situation or porn), people seem to flock around. It's habit-forming so I don't recommend it for everyone. You don't seem like a porn-loving kind of guy - which is great if you are or aren't. But I can certainly see where you'd probably be good at starring in your own 'movies' - not crass pornography - but classic nudes. See ya' when I see ya', Kelly. ----------------------------------------------------------- Dear Billy (a day later), I can't recall if I started talking first about this - -maybe it's because I vaguely remember your describing yourself doing this (nude all day long on a horse) from another Tribe post. It's a very erotic image - bTW what'S the one that always can get you off in the one DVD you have? Well.. I'm anything if not kind, generous, serious, kinky and horny. Dirty old men DO have their virtues as well as their benefits. (HeHe). Is that all David does when he comes? Just bring you new porn - he's not much of a Brokeback Buddy or is he? (HATs off and pants down... whooa.) Sorry .. I'm giddy with excitement (NOT just because I can imagine your butt rubbed raw from horse hair - although that would probably get any warm-bloodied man boiling......) I'm thrilled because I am COMING TO AMERICA (do-waddy diddy bo bap!) Kelly Billy, You're hardly the only young (or even older) guy who knows he likes men that sometimes or even a lot of times ALSO like seeing men with women or even more than that. Most of humanity is bisexual or omnisexual... but society (civilization or whatever) can't 'allow' that since it would have a dramatic effect on what the world works - power / control / nationalism / territories / war / economics ,etc.... Enuf of that shit (right!) I'm just saying it's totally natural and it turned your stomach to see pussy or a long thick cock stuffed in one then you'd not be like most men -- gay or str8 or in-between. By the same token, that' s why most str8 men prefer seeing couples or MFM or M2F scenes in porn. They enjoy seeing (even if they can't quite admit it) the same thing - it's like a projection of themselves - so str8 men have a craving for cock (well at least seeing it) too. How's that for reverse psychology! Didn't I mention (perhaps not to you in an email) -- I am married ... still and have two almost grown sons. I'm not a womanizer and I don't play both sides of the fence but I had my share of enjoyment with sex with a woman. I was fully queer until I met the woman who became my wife and the mother of my sons. We are still happily married and they ALL know I'm gay (not very bisexual any more). At your young age, there is every reason to believe that you CAN'T and shouldn't set the course on your life in one certain direction with 100% assurance it will ONLY be that. Who knows you might one day fly to moon, fall in love (with somebody else besides a horse LOL, or even get married and have kids. That IS what Ennis (sp?) (was that his name?) did in Brokeback Mountain, right? Cheers, Kelly --------------------------- Billy's reply Hello again. It's cool writing to you. Who knows when I make it to Japan. lol About your advice. I do know I want to have my own kids someday but I also know that I don''t want to mislead some girl to have em. I have had pussy, in LA a few times but it just ain't the same as a guy. I wont change I don't think. Ennis was a chicken shit. His behavior was a little too confused for me to like him very much. Jack should''ve forced the issue. Oh well. What I like about my one porn flick is this particular dude. He's close to perfect in my mind and the girl was halfway decent so she doesn't detract fom him. But when I'm wasted I could watch chickens fucking and get off. lol Oh, and one more thing, don''t be dissin' my horse. She and I are an item around here. The other is a quarter horse gelding named Buck. You can diss him since the futhermucker bit me this morning Ok dude. Chow time. We'll dedicate tonights rocket launch to you. Cool? Billy Billy, Once on the 'road' I won't be online regularly - I'm camping for two weeks (separated by travels, biz) Once I hit American highways in mid August - I am GONE in 60 seconds... driving in Japan is such boring pain... that I just love travelling hundreds of miles at a stretch once I get to Kentucky / Tennessee and the Carolinas. I think nothing of a 500 mile trip - my parents live just north of Nashville. That feeling (rush of freedom/speed/wind) is probably something similar to how you must feel to get up on a horse again - after weeks or months of being stuck in LA. Maybe not.. since you CAN ride a skateboard to get around in LA, here in Tokyo, I have to drive at hour each way in slow moving traffic - there are few sidewalks and skateboarding on streets is illegal here (at least you never ever see anyone doing it) -- only in designated sk8 parks. See ya', Kelly Dear Billy, One new and happy development here.. we are getting a MATE for our dog. She's another Toy Manchester Terrier and she going to arrive on Sunday. They are keeping her at the pet shop to finish her vet check and to complete her shots. She' just a 40 day old puppy. We've been looking (not to seriously) for a few years -- it's incredibly expensive to get a puppy of this breed (about $2000 for a female) and much more for a champion male (which is what our first dog is). He's getting to be eight years old so if he's going to have offspring it's now or never. He's an incredibly smart dog and belongs to an animal talent agency so he's been on TV several times. We're hoping to have a side career (animal (dog) handler for TV, movies, and print ads) when their puppies are growing up and being trained. Finding a bitch (dog talk - not human speech ) for a TMT is not easy - especially in Japan and there is not guarantee that things will work out with breeding), but we're getting this puppy so she can grow up with her future husband. Our dog is named Batistuta (named after the Argentine soccer player who made Italy what it is today - not exactly). But he did a lot more than David Beckham is probably going to do for the US soccer pro league (although I hope his coming to LA has a great effect on the popularity of the sports in the US). I'm NOT a team sport guy - I just think soccer has a many social benefits since it's NOT a rich kids or upper middle class-only game like some team (and individual) sports. Hey. already too long for your tired eyes to stay up late and read... (it's almost noon here). Ciao, baby.. chow, puppy.. puppy chow!!! K. ------------ (just a few extracts) ---- From Billy to Kelly, Ok. absence makes the heart grow fonder "doesn't" it. that better? My grandfather speaks better english than me/I do. Puppies rule and I like their stinky puppiness. My hairs short right now as of last week. I got pine sap in it and just got fed up and cut it off. Have fun in the hostels. Ive never been in one. Later bro, Billy ----------------------------------------

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Men Friends Picnic, Playa del Muerto, (Sitges, Spain) Saturday, August 5, 2023 from 11 am to 5 pm

Thu, 21 Apr 2022 02:29:00 +0000

Thanks for your interest in one of the Men Friends Picnic events. The next one (post-pandemic) will be held on Saturday, August 5, 2023 from 11 am to 5 pm at the Gay Nude Beach called Playa del Muerto. It is original gay beach in Sitges that was first opened in 1930. You can reach it by taxi (about 10 minutes), but the walk takes about 45 minutes and the views of the shoreline are worth it.

No admission charge!

Meet at the concrete patio at the top ledge of the beach, near the Snack Bar from 11:00 - 11:30 am, then we will make our way to a picnic place somewhere along Beach (Playa del Muerto). It is an informal event with no admission charge. Look for a Pink or Yellow Ribbons or Multi-colored Balloons to find our group on the beach.

How to reach the contact person:

KELLY LEWIS +1-808 352 7436 (text or phone call, only after August 1, 2023 until Aug 16.)

Also try: DAVID KELLY +81 807467 2658 (text or phone call)

Otherwise, use email: seefallus (at) gmail.com

Who can join:

Legal adults (21 or older for most events).
Single males, couples or groups are invited to participate. Women are not barred from attending, but this IS a male - mostly gay or homosexual lifestyle - although some married couples (M/F) could possibly find it very stimulating but probably are not going to attend.

Who will be there:

Since it's just getting organized now, there's a good chance we'll have a dozen (or perhaps much more) men attending the private CMNM event (in a public beach). There's no doubt there will be some sexy fun and well worth it: strippers, erotic dancers, naked waiters, and an assortment of exciting clothed male / naked male activities and games are planned (although it depends on who is willing to play those roles).

What type of games & events are there:

CMNM Welcome Party, A CMNM Truth & Dare Card Game, CMNM strip poker party, a Naughty Costume Party and Role-Play, A Beach Dance Party (with clothed and naked males in attendance), Male strippers and uniformed hosts (if anyone wants to volunteer) visit to a nude beach, naked diving / snorkeling, a naked surfing or paddleboat cruise, and a later at a different location, there could be a CMNM wine-tasting and sushi party with both nude and clothed servers.

Clothing that invites CMNM situations

Sun, 13 Jun 2021 01:21:00 +0000

Some types of clothing and certain social situations seem to invite CMNM (clothed male / naked male) and probably just as often CFNM (clothed female / naked male) behavior. It's not too surprising that one of those types of clothing is the kilt. Still, there are several other kinds of male attire that sometimes offer the opportunity for spontaneous partially nudity, at time under the guise of freeballiing, such include boardshorts, ethnic or traditional clothing (the 'kilt' is a Western invention for covering male anatomy), but there are other forms of masculine clothes from Asian, the Middle East, Africa, and Oceania that perform similar functions and which offer similar glimpses.

Here are some recent photos from social events where guys were wearing kilts.
It always seems that whenever some guy is wearing a kilt -- whether formal or informal, he seems to get a lot of attention directed toward what's under the kilt. By the way, it appears that his male buddies are just as fascinated by what he's wearing and what he's not as his women friends are.
Cross-cultural Perspective on Freeballing
I wonder how many other national costumes or traditional clothes allow for freeballing? I've spent a lot of time in Japan and a few other countries where the national costume -- kimono or yukata (light summer informal kimono with fundoshi (loin cloth)) (at least it

remains one of the traditional ways that some people dress --especialy for festivals or typical Japanese cultural events) does make freeballing sort of accepted. As I said in an earlier post (Scottish singer in a kilt), I wonder how many national / native or traditional costumes make it easy (or not) to freeball and perhaps to catch a glimpse. We've seen that many guys wearing kilts do not have anything on underneath. I have lived at times in Japan and still have strong connections to it. I find the kimono and in particular the yukata give a great opportunity to freeball. The traditional kimono, which is really as formal nowadays as a tuxedo and not worn very often at all, does not work out

very well for freeballing -- mainly because it is worn for ceremonial events and people are not likely to move around much. The kimono is also worn tightly bound and can have several undergarments and belts (obi) so that it is not likely to come open. Damn, it must even be difficult to take a leak or squat to use the bathroom. However, the yukata is quite a bit different. It is a casual summer kimono-like one piece outfit -- typically worn for festivals and as night wear / indoor wear at hotsprings resorts and fine hotels. Traditionally, Japanese men (and there are some people who do still) wear the yukata and its shorter version (the happi coat) as casual wear -- although mostly it is only during the summer and fall festivals, but a few for daily wear especially during the hot humid summer season. Under the yukata -- and sometimes ONLY without even the

yukata-- is worn the traditional Japanese loincloth called the "fundoshi." It is not exactly underwear because it can be worn as swimwear or beach wear, as festival gear, and as an undergarment for a yukata (or kimono). Normally, only men wear a fundoshi, but some guys think it is very sexy for women to wear them .. so you sometimes see women in porno wearing a fundoshi. Fundoshi is not really about freeballing -- it is a wrap that curls up from behind and under and can even tightly bind your balls, but it certainly does not leave much to the imagination once in place. There are a couple of styles - -the one for festivals is often twisted into a knotty rope like a thong and rides up the crack of your ass. Other style leave a hanging cover of the front so it's a bit hard to see the guy's encased mound of cock and balls, but this flying droop moves and floats around so you do get a view sometimes. I'm not Japanese and don't have much chance to wear a yukata or fundoshi, but I have an acquaintance in Japan who has been after me to try them. He is a Buddhist priest who is about 35, married with two small children. The place I stay is

just next door to the temple so he invariably invites me over when he knows I am in Japan. Perhaps he is just trying to be nice by introducing me to traditional Japanese culture -- Japanese are not very big on evangelical Buddhism (although I hear it does exist). On a recent trip to Tokyo, he insisted on measuring me for a yukata and told me he would have onr made for me and then show me how to wear it and we would go to a fireworks festival wearing a yukata. While he was measuring me, he got down on his knees in front of me (apparently in total innocence) but it sure made me wonder. He first had me pull off my trousers and then he measured about my waist and hips while I standing there in a bare of almost mesh semi see-thru boxers. I had to pull my t-shirt down over the front to conceal what could have been a eyeful of my

semi-freeballing. The next day he came running up to me again and wanted to measure me again -- he thought he might have made a mistake so it surely did get me to questioning his motives. For now, I will assume he has only my "cross-cultural" education at heart and nothing else. I do have to say that it will be interesting if he wants to teach me how to wear a fundoshi next! There are a few different types of 'fundoshi' style (Japanese loincloths). I guess you might say they are more like "freebutting" instead of freeballing, but what the hell, I think they look pretty cool. This photo above shows a guy's full body tatoo (irezumi) -- still quite popular with a certain segment of the Japanese -- it was strongly associated with gangsters (yakuza) but less so nowadays. Notice the twisted rope effect in the crack of his fundoshi -- wonder what that feels like -- maybe it helps keeps his semi-hard so that the spectators can enjoy the

festival "show" even more. You can see different lengths of "happi" coats in this pic-- so the fundoshi is not really meant to be covered up -- although it can serve as underwear -- it is more like a 400 year old Japanese Speedo bikini or gym shorts.

Forgetting when to conceal isn't accidental flashing, is it?

Fri, 02 Apr 2021 01:26:00 +0000

Whenever a group of people are enjoying a swim at a beach or swimming pool, there is a certain hesitation about nudity - often people are afraid of being the first ones to shed their clothes. It takes some guts to be the first one to get rid of the swimwear and see whether the others will follow suit.

In my experience, most often there will be other people who have been eager to do the same, so that almost immediately, you are surrounded by three or four other guys who are equally naked. But I have also had the other outcome: that I end up being the only naked guy in the whole group.

The first time that happened, it made me feel uncomfortable. But then I realized that it was worth the try anyway - and that being the only naked one also has its charms. I feel so much more naked when I'm the only naked guy, and this nakedness is a turn-on for me.

So nowadays, when I'm with a group of people where not everybody know each other, I still tend to be the first one to undress. It is still interesting to see how they will react, but I end up being happy both when my friends throw off all their clothes and when they decide to keep them on... (And it also turns out that there are often someone in the group who are quite happy to see me naked and who are more than willing to undress as soon as they get alone with me...) So my advice is clear: don't hesistate. Nothing bad ever came out of nudity.

In England and elsewhere in Europe, it is totally natural and happens so often, it's 'hard' to keep track of. In America, the story is very different. In most of the US (except the right and left coasts), public nudity of any sort - whether rather innocent or flagrant -- is treated as a misdemeanor - a violation of civic laws.

Damn, that puritan ethic (smile). But then again, absence of permission or of simply overlooking the obvious, sometimes makes the 'act' all that more exciting - I suppose. In Japan, where I spend most of my time currently, this kind of things happens as well. However, the main difference is the guys do try to conceal their privates while changing. Buttocks are not considered 'private' parts of the anatomy - especially for males.

Well, it's not OK to exposed your butt in public walking down the street, but a little harmless arse-flashing happens amazing regularly on beaches, sports fields, parks, and in other public.

'Mardi Gras' exposure - not the real thing - but hot, anyway.

Wed, 17 Mar 2021 23:26:00 +0000

This is not to 'rain on anybody's parade'. But if you head off looking for these sights at the real Mardi Gras, you might be disappointed - although you could probably head to the Latin Quarter and see scenes like these during that time (and also at other times of year).

The scenes in the 'mardi gras exposure' were not likely taken during Mardi Gras - at least, they are not really part of the Mardi Gras festivities. Although it's all in good fun, the drunken antics are not part of the annual Mardi Gras festivities (in New Orleans), which are based on a religious observance, of course. In reality, the real Mardi Gras does not take place on Bourbon Street. So it is rather a widespread myth. However, despite the 'myth', it can certainly be fun to be a part of the after-parade events that happen on Bourbon Street. Fortunately for those of us who enjoy seeing them, the cock flashing and drunken antics can occur at many other times of year.

Formerly, Southern Decadence, billed as the Gay 'Mardi Gras', and held at Labor Day (first weekend in Sept) was truly an unbelievably wild street event. To many outside the New Orleans area, the term 'Mardi Gras' has become synonymous with the flagrant street flashing breast by women and cock & balls (or butts) by men who are drunk and roaming Bourbon Street in the French Quarter after the Mardi Gras parades have finished elsewhere across the city, seeking to be rewarded with a string of shiny beads for exposing their privates or genitals.

Although fun and wild, and as such, it allows both the bead-giver and all of the casual bystanders too, a glimpse (or even more) of cute guys' dicks or their half-naked bodies (lower half - as they let their jeans and boxers drop), it is not really what Mardi Gras is. However, the myth persists. It's more likely to be an impromptu street party that spontaneously occurs during Spring Break or other holiday weekends in the old Quartier in downtown New Orleans. Tens of thousands of party-seeking college-age young people descend on the French Quarter on New Orleans during Spring Break, and "boys gone wild' is the name of the game.

"In part due to the way the news media has focused on the activities of those who "visit" and go the French Quarter "after" the parades, it now appears that all many think about when they hear the words "Mardi Gras"are activities occurring in the French Quarter; i.e., flashing women (tourists who are drunk or need attention) and crowd surges (a spring break crowd trying to catch a glimpse)! This is not Mardi Gras. It has absolutely nothing to do with the "real" Mardi Gras celebration. Unfortunately, sex makes more news .. so every news camera visiting our beautiful city for Mardi Gras heads for the spring break crowd on Bourbon Street ... and does not give adequate coverage to those who spend thousands of dollars and months of time planning "The Greatest Free Show on Earth!" It is our hope that visitors who have seen Internet sites by tourists to New Orleans showcasing these tourists realize that they are only seeing 1/10 of 1% of what happens during the entire Mardi Gras season ... and hopefully, will soon realize Mardi Gras is not one big spring break for dirty old men, but an enjoyable celebration for families and friends. Locals stay away from the crowded Quarter in the evenings after a parade -- but we wouldn't miss Mardi Gras for the world! Excerpted (with additions) from http://www.mardigrasneworleans.com/

---------- The above amateur photos were forwarded message in a group email message from: atitlan on his [ymna] Yahoo group.----------

Coach's Office By Roy

Fri, 12 Mar 2021 03:14:00 +0000

Coach's Office By Roy
(an original story that was formerly available on BadPuppy; photos were added separately by me)

The mid-afternoon sun was beating down on my back the duration of football practice, and I was in no mood for Coach Smith's continued yelling about my slacking off today. He finally crossed my last nerve and I told him I was doing the best I could. He stormed up to me and said that he was sure he could adjust my attitude. He ordered me to run 10 extra laps at the end of practice. By the time I finished the extra laps, the rest of the team had already left.

The locker room was empty. My shoes made a clicking sound on the tile floor as I crossed the locker room towards Coach Smith's office. I nervously knocked on the wooden door, the sound filled the locker room. From behind the door, I heard the power in Coach Smith's voice as he ordered me into his office. "It took you long enough to finish those laps", he barked. The anger in his voice caused me to fear this man for the first time. "I am sorry for the trouble I caused today, Sir", I meekly replied. " Oh, you will be sorry, young man", Coach Smith said in a low angry voice.

He slowly opened the top left drawer of his disk. He removed a large clear Plexiglass paddle. As he swung the paddle back and forth, the air whistled through the holes that had been drilled in the paddle. With each swing, I began to sweat. He then removed a well worn leather batter's glove, he slowly put his large hand in the glove, adjusting the fit until the leather was like a second skin on his large hand. He slowly walked around his desk and went to the door and turned the lock. The sound of the lock filled the empty locker room and filled me with a feeling of anticipation.

Coach Smith stood behind me and placed his massive hands on my shoulders, "It's time we started with your attitude adjustment, young man", he said. He ordered me to stand with my hands on his desk, "You must be kidding" I asked. "Either do as I say or you're off the team" he barked back. I slowly stood He jerked back the wooden chair that I had been sitting on. I bent over, placing my hands on the desk. Coach Smith rubbed the Plexiglas paddle over the center of my ass. I heard the air whistle as Coach Smith took the paddle back, the anticipation of the blow filled me with strange sensations; both of tread and excitement. Coach Smith lingered with the return blow, he seemed to sense my anticipation. He said nothing as his powerful arm brought the paddle down against my upturned ass. Even with my practice pants on , the blow sent a pain through my body, my knees almost buckled. I heard the whistle as the paddle as he readied for the second blow. My body tensed as the blow was delivered. With each blow the pain increased, and so did the strange sensation of excitement. Coach Smith delivered ten hard blows to my

backside.

As Coach Smith walked around his desk, I straightened and started to turn toward the door, " Where do you think you are going? We're not finished" he stated loudly. My heart almost stopped when Coach Smith ordered me to remove my practice pants. I started to refuse, but before I could, he informed me that the punishment would worsen the longer he had to wait. My hands trembled has I unlaced the front of my pants. I slowly removed my pants and placed them on the wooden chair. I stood before Coach Smith with just a jockstrap and a jersey on. Strangely my body began to tinkle with the anticipation of the pain that was surely to come. Coach Smith ordered me to return to my position over the desk. Coach Smith stepped behind me and slowly ran his hand over my burning backside. As his fingers touched my ass, I became strangely aroused. Coach Smith removed the wide leather belt from his pants, I heard a cracking sound as Coach Smith snapped the belt together. My body trembled and I started to feel a burning in my groin.

The first smack of the belt on my scarlet ass sent my body jerking forward. Coach Smith grabbed the back of my jersey and brought the belt down against my ass. With each of Coach

Smith's powerful blows, the stinging pain of my ass brought my cock to stiffness. When Coach Smith finished, my swollen cock pressed against my jockstrap, Coach Smith jerked me upright. I hoped that he did not see my swollen cock. I noticed a strange grin on his face. "I see someone enjoyed our lesson. Maybe I need to continue" Coach Smith said through a grin. He pulled me towards the wooden chair and laid me over his knees. He positioned my swollen cock over his own manhood. He started to rub my burning ass. H then raised his gloved hand and brought it down on my waiting cheek. First the left cheek, then the right. With each slap of his hand, I felt his cock press against mine. He continued to rub my ass between each blow. After an additional 10 slaps on each cheek, his hands started to explore my scarlet and purple ass.

His fingers forced their way towards my asshole. This was the first time anyone had touched the inside of my ass. My body became aware of his probing fingers as he slowly pressed them into my hole. The pain of the spanking was soon replaced with the pleasure of Coach's probing fingers. "Breath deeply and relax", Coach Smith whispered in my ear, I took a deep breath as he pressed his fingers deeper into my body. I was soon aware that I enjoyed his probing and tried to open myself to him. I felt his hardened cock moving against mine. My body trembled. He removed his finger from deep inside my body. Sweat soaked my jersey. Coach Smith told me to stand. As I did so, I could see his cock pressing against his zipper. Coach Smith rose from the chair. His hand came up between my legs. He firmly squeezed my balls and cock. My body started to buckle, but Coach Smith held me tightly. "Ever had someone play with your cock before?" Coach Smith asked. "NO," I said through trembling lips, " Should I stop?" he asked.

Again I answered no.

Coach Smith slowly raised my sweat soaked jersey, exposing my hairless chest to the cold air that filled the room. My nipples started to harden. Coach started to slowly lick my nipples. He removed my jersey and brought his mouth over my hard nipples, his teeth barely touching my tender nipples as his tongue rolled against the tips. My body started to tremble from this new sensation. I pressed his head harder against my heaving chest. He unbuckled his pants. The sound of his zipper couple with my increasing moans of pleasure filled the office. Coach then removed his shirt. I was overwhelmed by the site of his nearly naked body. His sweat glistened on his smooth muscled body, my trembling hand reached out to touch a man's chest for the first time. The touch of his bare chest, sent a feeling of total joy through my body. I looked into his icy blue eyes. I wanted this man. He pulled my head towards his, he pressed his lips against mine. I felt his tongue trying to part my lips. I willingly gave in. His tongue explored my mouth deeper then any girl's I had kissed before. My hands started to explore his chest, my fingers caressed his nipples. I wanted to taste the sweat on his chest. I kissed and licked the area around his nipples. My first taste of another man's sweat was more intoxicating then anything I had ever drank before.

Coach Smith pressed me against his desk, his hands slowly caressing my stomach. As he lowered his hands towards my swollen cock, my breathing started to become shallow. His hands played with the top of my jockstrap. He slowly pulled the sweaty straps way from my body. The chilled air touched my hard cock as the jockstrap dropped to the floor. Coach Smith's hands slowly made their way along my legs, his very touch sent electricity through my body. His hands stoped just inches away from my balls. I held my breath as his hand tenderly rolled over my balls. He caressed my cock. My knees buckled, Coach Smith caught me and layed me on his desk. His mouth slowly lowered over my cock. I felt the wetness of his mouth, his sharp teeth scraped the head of my cock as it entered his mouth. His lips pressed against my groin. The sensation of the suction of his mouth on my cock was like no other sensation I have felt before. I felt as though I would explode. Coach Smith continued to suck my cock and balls. His finger was again pressing against my waiting asshole. He stoped sucking my

cock long enough to lick two of his fingers. He then returned his mouth to my cock and started to explore my ass with his finger. My asshole did not give way to his long finger. With gentle yet firm pressure, he inserted his finger into my hungry ass. Soon his single finger is replaced with both fingers. My moans intensify, I felt a sensation I have never felt before. Coach Smith sensed my pending explosion. He removed his mouth and fingers. He looked down at me and smiled. I watched as he removed his own jockstrap. I saw, for the first time, how large and hard his cock is. He started to stroke his cock, "It's time for you to lose your virginity" he said as he stroked his cock with force. He reached into his bottom drawer and took out a small tube of clear liquid and a condom.

I stared at his cock as he slowly rolled the condom over the plump head of his cock. The condom covered his cock with a tight fit. "This will help," he said as opened the clear liquid and smeard it over his cock. He then smeared the cool liquid on my asshole, and with his finger, inserted some inside me. He pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, raising my legs high in the air. I felt the juicy head of his cock press against my asshole. He grabbed my hips and pulled them towards him as he pushed his hard cock against my ass. I felt a pain like no other as his head made its way up my asshole. I let out a small yell as he entered deeper in to my body. I was filled with a pressure as his body presses against my upturned ass. He stopped and told me to breath. I feel him begin to remove his cock. As the head of his cock began to leave my body, he

forced it deep inside my waiting hole. My body arched with the force of the pressure. He began to move back and forth like a piston. He pressed his body against mine. Our mouths met one another. I could feel his blood engorged cock as he fucked me, he started to fuck me harder and faster. He removed his cock from my body. His warm cum shot over my belly. He spread it gently over my stomach and then took my cock in his mouth, sucking harder than before. I soon felt the pressure of my cum rising in my cock. I pushed his mouth away from my cock right as it shot a load all over his cheek. I was afraid he would be angry. He wiped my cum from his cheek and kissed me gently on the mouth."I am going to need another attitude adjustment again real soon," I informed him. Coach smiled as he gave my wet ass a hard smack.

How does 'flashing' count as CMNM activity?

Fri, 05 Mar 2021 02:22:00 +0000

One aspect of the CMNM lifestyle (sexual preference) is just how and where such kinds of experiences actually occur.

There are three broad categories for how and where CMNM occurs --

1) planned situations where both parties involved, the clothed man (males) and naked ones are participating willingly and in predetermined locations (such as a bar, Pride event, male strip club, male lap-dancing, or private group sex parties. Some examples are nude nights at some gay bars, or stripping contests, or amateur strip nights, or hiring a nude escort or sex 'massage' escort (not to be confused with a real licensed masseur or massage therapist). Some are these 'planned' CMNM events are a part of a larger men's gathering or nude or sexual retreat - CMEN, Burning Man, or Street Festival (Southern Decadence in New Orleans or Dore Alley Fair in Cisco).

　　　　　2) pre-meditated, semi-random or semi-accidental one-way CMNM (this is a very gray

area - so it's not clearly definable).. In these only ONE of the two manipulates (or at least it appears that one side is cognizant and the other side is ignorant (or innocent) of 'planning' or 'willingly' participant in sexually stimulating their counterpart. So the exact environment or conditions are very important but also very unique and specific to the situation (like good timing while visiting your Uncle's home, etc) so that one male can either be nude or be the clothed one who enjoys seeing the nude male in a place where nudity may or may not be expected.

One essential determining factor is whether power/control and whether the sexual arousal is experienced by both (Clothed or Nude) participants and more definitely whether or not it is a voluntary act or coerced or forced on the other party (by force, persuasion or manipulation that physical or psychological or social or even some combinations of all three.

3) accidental or unintended CMNM experiences (like when someone opens a toilet stall door and exposes a naked (or masturbating/erect guy), or getting locked out (pushed out) of a hotel room by college buddies, etc... ). There are all kinds of variables that come into play and thehuge extremes in the level of conscious and unconscious sexual turns-on with all of these variations. the subtleties or the directness (blatantness) are different for every purpose and every person.

Certainly, one aspect of CMNM involves flashing.
　　　　

Flashing is a form of exhibitionism - from mild to wild to extreme - exposing one's body, specifically the genitals and/or buttocks (or breasts in women) to another person or group of people (who may or may not be clothed). Mild forms of it are 'accidental exposure' or peekaboo flashing -which are so very common among some social groups and situations -- so much so that it is absolutely NOT　even regarded as any form of 'sexual' behavior at all - especially in some circles or subcultures.

　　　　Peekaboo flashing often takes the form of nudity at college boy dorm and social events or frat parties, nudity at sporting events, rock concerts and public events where young and often drunk people gather to 'have fun'. But it also exists on a more personalized basis .. such as between college dorm roommates or when regular handymen or deliverymen come to a person's house (sometimes repeatedly) and some accidental exposure to (male) nudity occurs. There are legions of stories -- many probably urban legend -- about the voyeuristic adventures of pizza delivery boys, UPS truck drivers, and newspaper delivery boys - some of which they have documented (in blogs, Youtube, porno, etc) but more they themselves often are actually the targeted brunt of someelse's desire getting naked-for-the-pizza-guy prank. I have a strong feeling that many times such 'jokes' actually have latent homoerotic desires or sub-currents underlying the 'urge' to strip or to have someone stripped.

　　　　Why then would getting the guys naked or panstied or teabagged be the NUMBER ONE

hazing or college party pranks for seemingly millions of boyish breeder-types (twinks and young college or NON-college men up to age 30 or so). Spend some time searching YouTube or similar sites (or more blatantly risque or explicit video-sharing sites) to get a better idea of what I am talking about. The following is a written interaction about how to flash a plumber. It was originally posted on DickFlash (a publically accessible discussion forum) on January 14, 2008. Within it, you can find some of the basic issues and nuances of what CMNM experiences are all about. One of the discussion participants on DickFlash posted this message and request on January 14:

"This guy came about two weeks ago to work on my sink in my kitchen. He had the plumber's crack thing going on, but in a good way...he has a nice ass. I know he's married with kids, but he was very talkative and friendly. I want to know how to "accidentally" flash him. I'm not sure the "I have to take a shower..." thing is going to work. I need something more subtle. The thing is, short shorts aren't really in fashion these days, or I would slip a pair on and let my balls "accidentally" fall out or spread my legs open, etc. Any suggestions?"

MY RESPONSE:

I'm good at coming up with possible ways to flash but I don't

often really put them into practice.... so take what I say with a huge grain of salt. By way of further 'excuse-making', let me explain -- I don't live alone (4 people together) and so can't arrange 'things' so easily for workmen or delivery men flashes. But here are some suggestions... and some advice.

1. The baggy shorts (not just shorty shorts ) or mesh shorts might be one option - You can wear them or sit so that he can look up them (or see through them) and carry on your 'friendly' banter. If you just act like you don't know any about what he's seeing it would probably work.. but if you are like me.. it's the being seen that is the arousing part.

If you have to completely IGNORE his act of seeing, it is ....well.. not like flashing at all. But it might work differently for you. Anyway, just think about it especially from his 'point-of-view' (so to speak), do you think he is going to engage you in a long, friendly conversation while you are 'blatantly' sitting there with your balls or cock or asshole in full view (or partial view). Most married men (unless they are closet gay voyeurs) will politely turn their eyes or simply back off or turn around .. even if they make a joking comment about it or are not embarrassed by it.. it will make them slightly uncomfortable. Then he'll be more wary or even resentful...for having been 'friendly' was NOT his intention - he's probably NOT just chatting you up .. but he's passing the time amiably because it's not a very fun job -- except for those times he gets to actually talk to his customers.

If he is THAT comfortable with seeing a nude male and chatting, then you could probably try something much more direct. You've met him before so to start out with something 'new' at this point may not work either, but at least you'll have some ideas for the 'next' time (another handyman or deliveryman).

For example, explain that you are a nudist (or you can use some wording or terminology to disguise this and then 'explain' what that means... such as a naturologist or FKK scientologist (hey.. like a nude Tom Cruise fan club member) or that you are practicing nude yoga or nake self-massage, essential oil therapy or some such ruse... as a spiritual discipline and this is your morning (afternoon) to engage in your regular session.

If he doesn't baulk, then ask him if you can be nude in front of him now because you always make it a practice in at the time and you need to meditate in the nude. He'll probably believe you unless he's also Asian - the typical WASP North American doesn't know anything about any religion or religious discipline other than their own (rather narrow) Protestant or Catholic dogma (and many barely even know much about those - although they pretend to be 'Christians'. For white Americans (of a

certain age) it would be so non-PC (i. e. politically incorrect) to doubt you or to call your 'nude' religious practice into question because to appear to ridicule it or doubt would be tantamount to prejudice or discrimination - most people will not say anything.

In fact, if he's really 'interested', he just might show so much interest and encourage you to take off you clothes or ask you to explain it or show him how you do it... then you'll have to be able to bull-shit your way through an actual sample session.

What is important is that you need to believe in what you are doing. You have to really have a plan and a clear purpose in your strategy. Actually believing in something helps you actually come up with some ideas (on your own) that will work FOR YOU (to actualize it)..... When you don't believe in something you want to do (and why you want to do), it becomes all too self-evident to others and to yourself that what you are doing is just a ruse or fake.

People are masters as self-delusion - but they can smell out fear or a fake a mile off (not that they always mind or even complain). We (here on DF) can make suggestions that are excellent or extensive (or until we are blue in the face)...but YOU are the one who actually has to make them work or not. It helps enormously if you really believe it too. Think also about why you want to flash this guy... is it the naughtiness that stimulates you? or the sense of having sexual power over someone (esp a stranger? or do you think you might have a chance to get laid or have sex or are you looking for a romantic/sexual fling? Flasher, know thyself.

2. The 'shower' thing is about the only plausible other reason (rationale) that you could have for 'accidently' exposure 'beside the flimsy clothes or the nude meditation.. I know you love showing your butthole, Rimluvr -- we've seen that sweet and delicous little bronzed pucker here on DF more than one occasion.

Scenario A.... Leave your cellphone in the kitchen or bathroom or whenever he is going to be doing his plumbing stuff.. and be sure to have set the alarm on your phone to make it ring while he is in there. You could set multiple alarms to 'simulate' getting a call first from some and talking just minute to tell them you are getting in the shower, and and then have a second alarm set 10 minutes later - perfectly timed so that you have to come bounding out of the shower or whenever you are -- practicing nude yoga, etc in the room. You may need to leave the phone where he can' t see/reach it.... among your dirty clothes or in a pile of fresh laundered stuff... etc.

When you then come running into the room (or even jump out of the

shower or laundry room or where) so try to 'get that important call'... either you'll be nude (and dripping) or clutching a towel.. or you will 'loose' the towel then your 'clumsy' hands try to get the phone open and up... He won't be able to ignore a phone ringing (if you've got the right phone it will sound just like a real ringtone and will continue to ring 4-5 times -- just begging to get his attention too ..

Therefore, he'll have backed out from under the sink or wherever just in time to see your towel drop and your exposed jewels or rose-bud come into full view... it would be even best if you have the phone strategically placed to that he can't avoid staring up into your crotch or buttocks.

You could also pull of that phone trick by using your cell phone to call your landline (extension in

the kitchen or getting some to do so).. No.. I'm not volunteering. But you could even get your mother or a friend to call you at exactly a certain time (say.. to wake you up or to help mind you to bring in the recycling bin (or whatever).

3. Combine all or some of the above suggestions... Answer the door in mesh clothes, explain about your 'nude yoga' or naked scientology mediation session, then have the phone (alarm) set to interrupt you. You have to sound convincing so you have believe it. It's easier to believe when it is not a lie - so start practicing Buddhist nude oil massage and Naked Zen meditation today.

Hope you enjoy my suggestions and advice... Kelly (sunbuns).

P.S. I have lived too many years in Asia and now I spend so much time in Hawaii -- where East and West mix so well ... so I guess I have been indoctrinated - one way or another.

The spirit is willing but the flash is week day and weekend!

Submitted by sunbuns (as hardtwoholed)

Men Friends Picnic Beach 67 • Waialea (South Kohala), Big Island (Hawaii)

Mon, 15 Feb 2021 07:17:00 +0000

Event by Guys Into CMNM

67 Beach • Waialea

Saturday, March 13, 2021 at 11 AM UTC+09 – 4 PM UTC+09

Free

via Eventbrite

Public Anyone on or off Facebook

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On Saturday, March 13 from 11:00 am to 4:00 pm, any men who are interested in meeting other men for some clothing optional CMNM games

On Saturday, March 13 from 11:00 am to 4:00 pm, any men who are interested in meeting other men for some clothing optional CMNM games and fun activities is welcome to join us at Beach 67 (not far from Waialea Beach (Beach 69 Hapuna State Beach ) off of Old Puako Road in South Kohala for a picnic and fun group activities.

The highlight of the afternoon's activities is a Truth or Dare Card game, where participants have act out a dare or tell a story or recount a experience. We welcome both clothed and naked individuals, and any sexuality or sexual preference or orientation is welcome to participate. As is it a public State beach, nudity is prohibited, so you can only do so at your own risk.

Please bring your own picnic food or if you're willing to share (pot-luck), then bring an item that you can share with the group. Also bring your own drinks. There is a port-a-potty restroom located at the parking lot about 200 yards above Beach 67. There is no drinkable water either at the beach or at the parking lot, so bring everything you might need.

I will be in the area from March 10 - 19, and can answer questions or give directions at the following mobile phone: (808) 352 - 7-4-3-6 Prior to March 10, I can be reached by text at: (408) 409 - 5 - 0 - 5 - 4 (as I do not live on Hawaii). You can also write me email at: sunbunz (at) gmail (dot) com

Hope to see you there.

Kelly Lewis

Exposed to a young medical doctor

Tue, 26 Jan 2021 03:28:00 +0000

Today is the last of my week-long hospital stay. Young Dr.M, who I described in an earlier posting, had already visited me once,so I thought any chances of him seeing nude were unlikely. But - what do you know! - he came back to say he needed some photos to document how I had healed. What luck! I was wearing my gown with nothing underneath. Of course, I knew this was my flashing opportunity come true! So I disrobed while on the bed right in front of him. He was very professional, but my cock started swelling up. It took him a few minutes to get the photos - mostly close-ups. By this time, my cock was nearly erect and starting to leak. I was delighted he didn't just hurry away, but stayed a couple more minutes and chatted - all the.while letting me show him my naked body, cock and balls. I think he somehow knew that this was a more intimate kind of bedside manner that this patient really needed and appreciated!

I am staying in hospital for a condition that has also occurred before. I ended up on the same ward of the same hospital where I stayed before. Two of the attending doctors are the same, but one is new .. young, tall, and he has a deep voice and sexy hands. It gives me a thrill when he stops by to examine me on his am/pm rounds. There really is nothing to suspect he'd be interested in one of his patients sexually. But that

hasn't stopped me from fantasizing and also trying to flash him from my hospital bed. There is something horny about being physically examined daily by men in white coats! LOL; especially when the nature of the illness is rather mild -- by comparison with other patients who seem to suffer a lot more. The fact that I spend time reading porn stories (some about this very thing - medical exams) while lying hours on a hospital bed certainly enhances the mood. Dr. M usually makes a point to stop by twice a day... so I've been greeting him with my robe open slightly at the crotch when he has stopped the last few days so that now I'm thinking he's got the idea I like him seeing me nude.

Yesterday he made an unscheduled stop in the p.m. When he asked about my throat, I had just a peek

of my crotch showing, but then he wanted to see my ankle so I had to stretch out my leg and I am pretty sure he got a clear view of my semi erect cock when my robe opened up more. I couldn't really look down and confirm or I'd been obliged to cover my 'accidental' exposure. He stayed a minute more, making small talk, but he was not cruising me -- at least not blatantly -- maybe he's not at all interested, but oddly enough he came back alone this a.m. after a group of doctors he was with stopped by earlier. I made a point of extending my leg to let him feel my ankle thus exposing my groin with my partly open robe. I couldn't gauge his reaction, however.

There is another young doctor who is friendly too, but it's not clear whether my showing some glimpses of penis is having any effect on him either. Yesterday, after that episode, I got so horny that I decided to go outside while the sun was shining and to try to get partly naked. Behind the hospital but still on its property is a small park area with benches. Trees, and an open area that adjoins the parking lot. That's where I headed mid-afternoon wearing my robe and nothing else - actually a Japanese yukata - while that in itself is not unusual, most of the ones people might sleep in are normally white with a traditional printed pattern. Mine is for casual day yukata wear so it is a tan and beige modern design. The parking lot is near the back so there are not as many visitors, but instead there are pharmaceutical company salesman who park their cars there and then wait between appointments. A few of them were parked (backed in) and sitting in the driver's seat. They could probably get a look in the rear view mirrors of what I was doing. I opened the front of my robe and then started pulling on my cock until it was fully hard -- although I can't be sure anyone's looking, they certainly have the opportunity and that thought kept my juices flowing all evening and half the night.

Mine is a male patients room shared with three other beds - separated by curtains. Last night between 12-2am, I couldn't stifle the urge to beat off - but I made sure to make squishy jacking noises on my cock as I edged up and back from a final squirt when the 20-something guy in the corner bed seemed to be likely to be awake and listening ( turned over or got something to drink). I know it 's not much, but I am confined to my hospital for more than a week and witn security cams everywhere I'm not about to flash strangers on the elevator. What I am doing now is some form of CMNM simulation.

Flashing while staying in hospital

I am staying in hospital for a condition that has also occurred before. There are lots of chances for CMNM experiences while in the hospital.

I ended up on the same ward of the same hospital where I stayed before. Two of the attending doctor's are the same, but one is new .. young, tall, and he has a deep voice and sexy hands. It gives me a thrill when he stops by to examine me on his am/pm rounds. There really is nothing to suspect he'd be interested in one of his patients sexually. But that hasn't stopped me from fantasizing and also trying to flash him from my hospital bed. There is something horny about being physically examined daily by men in white coats! LOL esp when the nature of the illness is rather mild -- by comparison with other patients who seem to suffer a lot more. The fact that I spend time reading porn stories ( some about this very thing - medical exams) while lying hours on a hospital bed certainly enhances the mood. Dr. M usually makes a point to stop by twice a day...so I've been greeting him with my robe open slightly at the crotch when he has stopped the last few days so that now I'm thinking he's got the idea I like him seeing me nude.

Yesterday he made an unscheduled stop in the p.m. When he asked about my throat, I had just a peek of my crotch showing, but then he wanted to see my ankle so I had to stretch out my leg and I am pretty sure he got a clear view of my semi erect cock when my robe opened up more. I couldn't really look down and confirm or I'd been obliged to cover my 'accidental' exposure. He stayed a minute more, making small talk, but he was not cruising me -- at least not blatantly -- maybe he's not at all interested, but oddly enough he came back alone this a.m. after a group of doctors he was with stopped by earlier. I made a point of extending my leg to let him feel my ankle thus exposing my groin with my partly open robe. I couldn't gauge his reaction, however. There is another young doctor who is friendly too, but it's not clear whether my showing some glimpses of penis is having any effect on him either.

Yesterday, after that episode, I got so horny that I decided to go outside while the sun was shining

and to try to get partly naked. Behind the hospital but still on its property is a small park area with benches. Trees, and an open area that adjoins the parking lot. That's where I headed mid afternoon wearing my robe and nothing else - actually a Japanese yukata - while that in itself is not unusual, most of the ones people might sleep in are normally white with a traditional printed pattern. Mine is for casual day wear so it is a tan and beige modern design. The parking lot is near the back so there are not as many visitors, but instead there are pharmaceutical company salesman who park their cars there and then wait between appointments.

A few of them were parked (backed in) and sitting in the driver's seat. They could probably get a look in the rear view mirrors of what I was doing. I opened the front of my robe and then started pulling on my cock until it was fully hard -- a.though I can't be sure anyone's looking, they certainly have the opportunity and that thought kept my juices flowing all evening and half the night. Mine is a male patients room shared with three other beds - separated by curtains. Last night between 12-2am, I couldn't stifle the urge to beat off - but I

made sure to make squishy jacking noises on my cock as I edged up and back from a final squirt when the 20-something guy in the corner bed seemed to be likely to be awake and listening ( turned over or got something to drink).

I know it 's not much, but I am confined to my hospital for more than a week and witn security cams everywhere I'm not about to flash strangers on the elevator. What I am doing now is some form of CMNM simulation.

Homoerotic CMNM Situations - Which one have you been in?

Mon, 09 Nov 2020 04:52:00 +0000

I Like CMNM: Clothed Male,

Nude Male

Filming A Mate Take A Shower.

When I was in high school me and some friends went away for a weekend to a filmmaking festival. The idea was to spend the weekend making a funny short film and having a good time away from our parents. The film we had written was a B-grade style horror film spoofing films like texas chainsaw massacre and psycho. And so, of course, there was a shower scene where one of the characters was murdered...
During the shoot I was behind the camera and one friend was in charge of the special effects (tomato sauce in water pistols). The victim was being played by another one of our friends. He had no shirt on and was just in his shorts. He was young and skinny but had some defined muscles and the beginnings of a six-pack. We discussed how we were going to shoot the scene and had a quick rehearsal. Then he ******** down to his underpants and stepped into the shower ready to shoot.

With the water flowing and soaking his briefs, I could clearly make out the shape of his package. He seemed to be quite aware of this, and in fact, seemed to be enjoying showing off. He kept grabbing at his crotch to try and make his bulge look bigger. We angled the camera so that only his top half could be seen and you couldn't tell that he wasn't completely naked, but take after take the waistband of his briefs kept creeping up into frame and ruining the shot.

My friend asked if it would be easier to film if he really was naked. The thought went through my mind that we probably didn't need him to *****, but honestly I was a little curious and without hesitation he pulled off his

briefs. He immediately started pulling on his **** to make it grow just a little bigger, he obviously wanted us to see he had a decently sized ****. I tried not to look, or at least look like I was looking, because I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. But he was staring at my eyes, not looking away. It felt like he wanted me to look and he wanted to catch me peeking.

At first I felt very awkward that he was naked while me and the others were fully clothed and I was pointing a camera directly at him. But it became less awkward when i realized that he was quite comfortable and was, in fact, enjoying it. 'It's okay, you can look at my ****' he said, which surprised me. After that I couldn't help but look, he grabbed his **** again which had grown slightly since he pulled it out and he stood proudly with it hanging between his legs. It wasn't awkward anymore but quite a funny situation.We finished shooting the scene and he jumped out of the shower. He hung out in the nude for a while before he got dressed.

It's funny, amongst my current group of friends I have a reputation of being overly comfortable with nudity and stripping off at parties etc. But thinking back to that day, I found it quite impressive seeing someone so eager to ***** off in front of their friends and show everything.

stagfilmfinatic 22-25, M

See the story below in its original location at:

http://www.experienceproject.com/stories/Like-Cmnm-Clothed-Male-Nude-Male/4941529

Exhibitionist Coffee

During the summer I had gone to the local nude beach (about 20 miles away) a few times and enjoyed it as people walked past and had a good look at me sunbathing naked. It’s a long beach with the nude section up in the dunes at the far end so anyone at that part of the beach is fully aware it is nude and expects to see people naked. I would find nice spot, ***** off and settle down to sun myself knowiniceng it wouldn’t be long before some beach walkers would come past. As the dunes undulate up and down you don’t know if there will be someone over the next peak of a dune so sometimes walkers would suddenly appear almost next to me. Some of the walkers were just walking and nothing more. Others were hoping to “stumble” across nude sunbathers to they could get an eyeful. So occasionally someone would suddenly appear close to me and make quite a show of apologizing for disturbing me but at the same time making sure they had a good look. And I’m fairly sure some people came past more than once. Mostly the walkers were dressed, or at least wearing swimmers, and I quite enjoyed the fact that they were seeing me naked while they were clothed. Occasionally some would stop and chat and I really enjoyed it as they stood looking down on me as I lay naked before them. It was the typical British chatter about the weather and very seldom did they comment on the fact I was naked….but some did and that was fun.

Some weeks later I was fully dressed waiting to meet a friend outside the post office in the town near the beach when this chap walked past, nodded and said hello. I politely nodded back and said hello to him too. He stopped and smiled and said “You don’t recognize me do you?” I replied that I didn’t and he said that he had almost not recognized me with my clothes on but was now sure we had chatted before. The look of surprise on my face made him laugh and he explained that he had seen me on the nude beach and had made a point of walking past a few times and even stopped to chat once or twice as an excuse to have a good look at me. We chatted a bit and although I couldn’t recall chatting with him he described the towel I was lying on etc. and then said that I was circumcised – which is true – so clearly we must have chatted….or at least he had seen me naked before. He was in his 60’s and called Bill and said he admired my body and had really enjoyed chatting to me on the beach as he looked at me naked. He gave me his number and said if ever I wanted somewhere to ***** off during the winter I could visit him at his house which was nearby. Then my friend arrived and Bill said goodbye but as he went he said I should call him.

A week or so later I met my friend again and I was just about to head for home when I remembered Bill and called him and asked if he was serious about what he had said the last time. He said he hadn’t really expected to hear from me but would love to see me and invited me round for a coffee, although it couldn’t be for very long as he had to go out later.
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I knocked on his door but thought it likely he would ask me to ***** off. He welcomed me in and showed me through to the living room and we sat and chatted a bit. We went over the old ground of how he had enjoyed chatting to me as he admired my naked body during the summer and his surprise when he saw me in town. He seemed to enjoy describing my body to me as if confirming to both of us that we had chatted and he had in fact seen me naked before. I found it quite exciting to hear his description of my body and particularly how he described the parts you would only see if I was naked….the level of detail he had convinced me that he had definitely seen me naked before!

Then he said I should feel free to take my clothes off. I laughed and said I had wondered when that would happen. He said he would love to see me naked again and had hoped that was why I had visited! So, in front of a retired gentleman who I had only just met, but who had clearly seen me naked before, I took all my clothes off. Although I still couldn’t recall chatting to him on the beach his description of my body and the fact that he seemed like a nice guy meant I was happy to do it. I was a bit nervous as I hadn’t really ******** off for someone like this before, but his reaction and appreciation soon put me at ease. Being naked for strangers on a beach is very different for being naked for someone specifically because they have asked to see my body. I was now sitting naked on the sofa and nervous over what was going to happen next. He asked if it was ok for him to remain dressed as he was quite shy but loved the fact I was so exhibitionist. I took that as an invitation to show myself off so I stood and paraded about the room before standing in front of him and making sure he had a good look. He watched and clearly enjoyed what he was seeing.

Then he asked if I would like a drink so I followed him into the kitchen where he put the kettle on and made us both a coffee, chatting normally but he was also looking me over and smiling as he did so. We stood chatting with our drinks about the weather, traffic, etc. He showed me round his house and the view from his upstairs bedroom of the beach. I was quite comfortable walking round his house completely naked and every now and again he would stop to have a good look at me – and when he did I would strike some pose that showed myself off to him.

I offered to wash up the coffee cups and as I did I felt him come up behind me and put his arms

around my chest, caressing me gently. I rubbed his arm by way of encouragement and so he got a bit braver and lowered his hands to below my waist, softly taking my growing member in his hands. I put my hands over my head, giving him unrestricted access to the whole of my body, which he proceeded to feel all over, moaning with pleasure as he did so. I could feel the cool touch of his clothes against my back as he held me close against him and felt quite excited at the fact I was so completely naked and exposed to him. He was enjoying the total freedom I gave him to play with my naked body, saying how lovely it was. He said we only had a few more minutes before he had to go out so I invited him to have a last good look and feel before I got dressed.

After I got dressed and he saw me out the door he said I’d be very welcome to visit again. I think I will.

Letters to Billy, the skinnydipping mountain guy: For a friend on former Tribe.net

Sat, 17 Oct 2020 01:25:00 +0000

by sunbuns99

July 22nd, 2007, 01:43 PM

Dear Billy,

Long time no see. It's summer so you're probably at your busiest time on the ranch. I'll go on vacation (July 27-Aug 29) to Hawaii, New York, Tennessee/KY. Yep.. you should come to Japan - if you're anything like what I see in the photo you'd be a popular guy (So desu neh!)

It seems many Tribe people are gravitating to the visual culture offered by Flickr - I find myself going there a lot more than Tribe - nobody every writes much any way (or read what I write on my Tribe or other blogs). But on Flickr, if I have a nice photo (hot guy, interesting situation or porn), people seem to flock around. It's habit-forming so I don't recommend it for everyone.

You don't seem like a porn-loving kind of guy - which is great if you are or aren't. But I can certainly see where you'd probably be good at starring in your own 'movies' - not crass pornography - but classic nudes.

See ya' when I see ya', Kelly.

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Dear Billy (a day later),

I can't recall if I started talking first about this - -maybe it's because I vaguely remember your describing yourself doing this (nude all day long on a horse) from another Tribe post.

It's a very erotic image - bTW what'S the one that always can get you off in the one DVD you have? Well.. I'm anything if not kind, generous, serious, kinky and horny. Dirty old men DO have their virtues as well as their benefits. (HeHe). Is that all David does when he comes? Just bring you new porn - he's not much of a Brokeback Buddy or is he? (HATs off and pants down... whooa.)
Sorry .. I'm giddy with excitement (NOT just because I can imagine your butt rubbed raw from horse hair - although that would probably get any warm-bloodied man boiling......) I'm thrilled because I am COMING TO AMERICA (do-waddy diddy bo bap!)
Kelly

Billy,
You're hardly the only young (or even older) guy who knows he likes men that sometimes or even a lot of times ALSO like seeing men with women or even more than that. Most of humanity is bisexual or omnisexual... but society (civilization or whatever) can't 'allow' that since it would have a dramatic effect on what the world works - power / control / nationalism / territories / war / economics ,etc.... Enuf of that shit (right!)

I'm just saying it's totally natural and it turned your stomach to see pussy or a long thick cock stuffed in one then you'd not be like most men -- gay or str8 or in-between.
By the same token, that' s why most str8 men prefer seeing couples or MFM or M2F scenes in porn.
They enjoy seeing (even if they can't quite admit it) the same thing - it's like a projection of themselves - so str8 men have a craving for cock (well at least seeing it) too. How's that for reverse psychology!

Didn't I mention (perhaps not to you in an email) -- I am married ... still and have two almost grown sons.
I'm not a womanizer and I don't play both sides of the fence but I had my share of enjoyment with sex with a woman. I was fully queer until I met the woman who became my wife and the mother of my sons.
We are still happily married and they ALL know I'm gay (not very bisexual any more).

At your young age, there is every reason to believe that you CAN'T and shouldn't set the course on your life in one certain direction with 100% assurance it will ONLY be that. Who knows you might one day fly to moon, fall in love (with somebody else besides a horse LOL, or even get married and have kids.

That IS what Ennis (sp?) (was that his name?) did in Brokeback Mountain, right?

Cheers,
Kelly

--------------------------- Billy's reply
Hello again.
It's cool writing to you. Who knows when I make it to Japan. lol About your advice. I do know I want to have my own kids someday but I also know that I don''t want to mislead some girl to have em. I have had pussy, in LA a few times but it just ain't the same as a guy. I wont change I don't think. Ennis was a chicken shit. His behavior was a little too confused for me to like him very much. Jack should''ve forced the issue. Oh well. What I like about my one porn flick is this particular dude. He's close to perfect in my mind and the girl was halfway decent so she doesn't detract fom him. But when I'm wasted I could watch chickens fucking and get off. lol
Oh, and one more thing, don''t be dissin' my horse. She and I are an item around here. The other is a quarter horse gelding named Buck. You can diss him since the futhermucker bit me this morning
Ok dude. Chow time. We'll dedicate tonights rocket launch to you. Cool?
Billy

Billy,

Once on the 'road' I won't be online regularly - I'm camping for two weeks (separated by travels, biz)
Once I hit American highways in mid August - I am GONE in 60 seconds... driving in Japan is such boring pain... that I just love travelling hundreds of miles at a stretch once I get to Kentucky / Tennessee and the Carolinas. I think nothing of a 500 mile trip - my parents live just north of Nashville.

That feeling (rush of freedom/speed/wind) is probably something similar to how you must feel to get up on a horse again - after weeks or months of being stuck in LA. Maybe not.. since you CAN ride a skateboard to get around in LA, here in Tokyo, I have to drive at hour each way in slow moving traffic - there are few sidewalks and skateboarding on streets is illegal here (at least you never ever see anyone doing it) -- only in designated sk8 parks.

See ya', Kelly

Dear Billy,

One new and happy development here.. we are getting a MATE for our dog. She's another Toy Manchester Terrier and she going to arrive on Sunday. They are keeping her at the pet shop to finish her vet check and to complete her shots. She' just a 40 day old puppy.

We've been looking (not to seriously) for a few years -- it's incredibly expensive to get a puppy of this breed (about $2000 for a female) and much more for a champion male (which is what our first dog is). He's getting to be eight years old so if he's going to have offspring it's now or never.
He's an incredibly smart dog and belongs to an animal talent agency so he's been on TV several times.

We're hoping to have a side career (animal (dog) handler for TV, movies, and print ads) when their puppies are growing up and being trained.

Finding a bitch (dog talk - not human speech ) for a TMT is not easy - especially in Japan and there is not guarantee that things will work out with breeding), but we're getting this puppy so she can grow up with her future husband.

Our dog is named Batistuta (named after the Argentine soccer player who made Italy what it is today - not exactly). But he did a lot more than David Beckham is probably going to do for the US soccer pro league (although I hope his coming to LA has a great effect on the popularity of the sports in the US).
I'm NOT a team sport guy - I just think soccer has a many social benefits since it's NOT a rich kids or upper middle class-only game like some team (and individual) sports.

Hey. already too long for your tired eyes to stay up late and read... (it's almost noon here).

Ciao, baby.. chow, puppy.. puppy chow!!!

K.

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From Billy to Kelly,

Ok. absence makes the heart grow fonder "doesn't" it. that better? My grandfather speaks better english than me/I do. Puppies rule and I like their stinky puppiness. My hairs short right now as of last week. I got pine sap in it and just got fed up and cut it off. Have fun in the hostels. Ive never been in one.
Later bro, Billy
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