The Naked Horny Hitchhiker - an original story by Saleguy

An original story (distributed on the Yahoo Group: Thorngay)
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Written by Saleguy

I'm a 20-year old college stud, I have no purpose in my life during summers accept to travel around and get to fuck hot guys. I have blonde hair; I work out so I have a great body and my cock's about 9 inches. I'm horny, gay and very willing to share my man juices with other studs interested in pure male pleasure. I have been doing this summer-traveling since I was 18. It's always been a lot of fun and every year it's different - it always gets better. This story is about an adventure that happened on my last week of summer freedom - a summer that was about to turn out a total failure. Until that special day...

It was a hot day of July and I had been waiting by the empty highway for three hours for a car to take

me somewhere. Anywhere at all. I was wearing only blue satin running shorts without any underwear and a white T-shirt which was already soaking wet. In my bag I only had my boxers, a towel and my favorite issue of Zipper along with some lubricant for those special moments of self-pleasuring.
The sun was hot like hell and the rock I was lying on made me feel like I was melting. I was all sweaty so I decided to take off my T-shirt. It felt great to bask half naked in the sun and there was absolutely no wind, not even a soft breeze. I felt the sun caressing my tanned sweaty body. I looked down at my muscular chest and caressed it softly with my fingers. Suddenly I heard a car in the distance. I looked to the left and saw it approaching. It was a blue shiny brand new convertible. I grabbed my T-shirt and stuffed it in my bag, climbed off the rock and stood by the road.

Before I could raise my hand, the car stopped 10 feet from me. Now I saw a gorgeous young man about 23 with short blonde hair and a body of a Greek god behind the wheel. Alone. And he was wearing nothing but a pair of black, loose and rather revealing shorts and black sunglasses. I felt a wave of heat going through me, as I walked towards the car. The man was smiling and I stepped next to the car. "So, are you hitchhiking here all alone in the middle of nowhere?" he asked taking off his sunglasses. He was incredibly cute! "Yes. I'm Steve. Where are you heading?" I asked confidently.
"I'm Dylan. Nowhere really. I heard there's a motel on the side of the road in about a hundred miles. You know anything about it?" "No, but I think I might be going there, too." Guess what I meant with that. "Well, hop in. Let's go find out." I threw my bag in the car and got in.

We had been driving no more than 15 minutes, when we saw the motel by the side of the road. When we went to check in, it turned out the only room left was a single one. But since the motel had only five rooms

and the other four were taken, we had to accept to spend the night in the same room and the same bed. Now wasn't that just wonderful! I would get to sleep in the same bed with this gorgeous stud. Yummy!

We got to our room and I decided to grab a shower. So I went to the bathroom and stripped. I left the

bathroom door open not being ashamed of my rather good-looking body in front of another man, especially such a hunk. He didn't seem to care, but he did give my body a look. I stepped in the shower and enjoyed the cooling water running down my hot body. I turned the water off and got out of the shower. My cock was half hard and went to the room to get my towel. He was sitting on the bed, but when I entered, he got up and slipped off his shorts revealing a dick I had always dreamed of. Gigantic, uncut, with a little hair around it, huge shaved balls hanging below and half hard at the moment. An awesome piece of meat to suck on!

The owner of this magnificent tool caught a glimpse of my naked, wet body and stepped into the bathroom himself to wash off all the sweat that covered his tanned muscles. I switched on the TV to see if anything interesting was on and I soon spotted a porn channel. I threw the towel around my waist and sat on the bed to enjoy the movie. It was straight porn but it had two incredibly hot dudes fucking a chick - one on both ends. The close-

ups of the dude who was getting sucked were very hot. He had a dick at least 10 inches and the girl sucked on it real good. I felt a hard-on developing under my towel.


The action on the screen got really steamy and my cock responded to it with a raging hard-on. I felt pre-cum dribbling down the inside of my thighs and that turned me on even more.
I heard the water stop and the guy getting out of the shower. He came in with a towel around his waist just like me and stopped by the bed. I waited for his reaction.

"Watching porn, man? Fuckin' hot. Turn it up." He sat in the chair by the bed and we kept watching. The action was really hot and the guys were all sweaty and about to cum. I was incredibly turned on and I could have just jerked off right there. Then the guys on the screen started cumming. The shot their load right on the girl and each other. Oooh! "Fuckin' hot, man. This is a real turn-on. I see a stud like you gets hard on this."

I looked at his towel and saw that he was real hard. He didn't look at me, but I could feel his eyes on my body when I looked on the screen again. "Oh fuck, I'm so turned on I have a raging hard-on just like you, stud. I could just jerk off right now!" he said, sliding his fingers over his towel. "Yeah, man. I'm real hard too. I wish I could jerk off, too." I can't believe I actually said that! "Hell, I'm gonna pump my cock right here right now! You wanna rub your dick, too, man?" He threw his towel on the floor and revealed his huge hard-on.

"Hell, yeah! I'm gonna massage my shaft with you!" I threw my towel away and grabbed the lubricant from my bag, squeezed some on my hand and gave some to him. We spread the lubricant on our horny tools and started the action. He pumped his cock with round movements and I followed his technique. We just rubbed our dicks fiercely, speeding it up and slowing it down in turn, making each-other more hot with every second.

The pleasure was overwhelming, as we started to reach climax. He grunted loudly as he shot his load all over my body, covering my with hot spurts of his fresh man juice. I answered with a powerful shot that made me yell my lung out, as I felt the incredibly powerful load blow out of my cock. It hit his chest and legs, covering him with creamy stud-jizz and making him moan out of the heat of the moment. We both kept cumming for a while and then finally shot the last of our load. It was great! We laid there, covered in fresh hot sperm and trembling in the after shakes. It was the hottest orgasm of my life.

 

CMNM at Parties: guys often get naked for their fellow party-goers

 All over of the world and particularly during the college-age years when drinking alcohol seems to, de rigeur, have been consumed. Later, these friends join clubs, fraternities, or just set up their own parties, where alcohol is the elixir of male camaraderie - which begats a whole new set of 'naked' antics. It is currently that time of year in Japan (the beginning of the school year - at colleges and universities nationwide), and since it is Easter, it's also in close proximity preceding or following Spring Break for many other campus communities worldwide.

become the required form of activity in achieving social acceptance - especially in groups of male friends who have just become acquainted, the clothes come off after several bottles of bee

 Thanks to Erikag59 for sending out these photos to remind us of how nudity figures into the male culture of student university life. I'm sure many of you have similar experiences. Write in and tell us about When I was that age, I had a stark revelation -in both the meanings of the word. My strict Protestant parents had forbid me to drink (smoke, dance, play cards or have premarital sex too - of course - religion was a package deal for them -- all or nothing - intended to prevent one from sinning (LOL). Fortunately, that helped me avoid or curb most of the seven deadly sins, but it also stifled my social development to some degree as a high school teen.

 Anyway, I dreamed of escaping these 'moral' restrictions. During my freshmen and sophomore yearslimonade as they called it there. ) It was delicious and slightly 'dangerous' and made a nice buzz. Later, I graduated to red wine and started attending (and helping organize) parties along with my new found French friends, and also other American / British students who were also studying as exchange students at the Faculte de Lettres (College of Humanities (Literature, Languages, and Arts).

at the local state university, I lived at home, studied a lot and also worked part-time, so I was well behaved in their eyes. But when the opportunity to study abroad came up, I jumped at the chance to participate in the Junior Year Abroad program, choosing to spend 10 months at a university in southern France. Sure enough, one of the first memories is having an alcoholic drink (chantilly -a simple beer cocktail (draft beer mixed half & half with Seven-Up (or

 To make a long story much much shorter, I would get drunk and start removed my clothes. Eventually, I would end up inebriated and either passed out or asleep and naked. Along the way, we would be playing the typical games and antics -- along with just some plain old full. Although was surely attracted to the men around, I had not actually ever had sex with a guy (except for one furtive blow job with another anonymous (and faceless) student in my university library back home. These photos - some of them - bring back memories. Others certainly conjure up fantasies. Some times I wonder how many of today's university & frat parties are just precursory semi-erotic experiences for younger guys who will later (or not) affectionately recall their naked antics in college life when they reach middle age.

 

 

 

 

  

  

-----Photo were contained in a f orwarded message ------ From: Erikag59 on his CMNM google group ------

Are any of these guys really exhibitionists?

From: Thorn [thorngay] on his Thorngay Yahoo Group

Thorn asked the question: Which are your favorite exhibitionists (from

among the photos above)?

His casual poll question caused me to think a bit more deeply. In reality, it can certainly be argued whether any of these guys is actually a 'real' exhibitionist at all.
Showing cock (with bare ass and a naked body) is NOT in among itself an act of exhibitionism. Most of these guys are just being genuinely 'nude' in public for another person that satisfying a personal sexual obsession with been 'seen'.

It's exactly this very type of confusion or ambiguity of definition about the role of nakedness (particularly male nudity) that lies at core of human societies' suppression and -- even repression - of what is central to understanding sexuality and the nature of sexual relationships - whether gay, straight, or bi or any other variation on these preferences.

Sorry to wax deeply philosophical but Thorn's attempt to generate a bit of visual 'teasing' (beefcake showcasing) by using photos of young men just being naked because they are making a social statement using visible nudity (in seeming violation of social and moral restraints) underlies to what extent we ALL (including the gay and liberally enlightened straight people need to re-assess and evolve our consciousness.

Yes, the guy showing his dick on the soccer field is obviously a porn

model. He is only vicariously 'exposing' himself himself because cameraman and a few studio assistant are the only people actually 'seeing' his erection. It's interesting to consider that more and more of what is called pornography contains images that actually exposes 'exhibitionistic' tendencies. It is as if.. the viewers (those who buy or find the photos erotic) are excited by the fact that the 'model' (ostensibly as 'real, guy-next-door hunk') would dare to expose himself in public in order to achieve sexual pleasure or to stimulate or provoke the 'innocent' viewer / bystander to some (as yet) wild act of sexual abandon.

Therefore, the real question should be: Which photo(s) should NOT be considered exhibitionistic act? Or why you like each photo and what kinds of emotions or sexual feelings does it generate in YOU? What what kinds of emotions or sexual feelings or convictions/values is the PERSON in the photos experiencing at the time it was taken? How does he feel now, knowing that his naked photo (and face) are distributed widely on the Internet (via blogs like this one)?

THORNGAY GROUP: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/thorngay

  

 

    

George let me into his nude life

An original story as retold by an anonymous user on the JUB Forum - (Topic: cmnm) posted on June 11, 2008

There was this guy, George, in the room across the hall from me in the dorms. He is such an

exhibitionist. He was always walking around his room naked or in his briefs and such. One day I walked down the hall after class and he was coming out of the communal shower at the end of the hall with only a towel on. We walked the length of the hall together and he told me to drop off my books and then come on him and keep him company. I tossed the books in my room and came over to his room. He was the only one there tho he did have a room mate. He invited me to have a seat on his bed on his side of the room. We chit-chatted about our day and he filled his sink with water and put shaving cream on his face and started shaving as we talked. 


At some point he removed the towel from around his waist to wipe his face and continued talking while standing there looking into the mirror to shave with me sitting on his bed next to him at about cock level. He had the nicest, cleanest, cut, dangly cock hanging there. It was bent outstretched over the roundness of his balls. I could practically count the hairs of his pubes. He put his face up close to the mirror and was checking out his face with his hands and his cock slid along the white enamel of the sink and I could see the pores stretching open and pressed

under the pressure of the movement. The scar line of his circumcision was darker than the rest of the shaft and zigzagged a few times under the underside before straightening into an equator around the rest of it. His piss slit opened and closed from the pressure of his body pressing against the porcelain and stretching it open and closed. I couldn't tell if he was tempting me or if he was just so casual at being naked that he didn't it a second thought. He combed through his head hair, brushed his teeth, flossed and did all of his preening with me sitting within 3-4 feet answering his questions and throwing in an occasional comment of my own. He then put his feet on the rim of the sink one at a time and trimmed his toe nails. His ass was so close on occasion that I could have kissed it as he swiveled and turned to get his foot at the correct angle for trimming. 


The muscles of that ass stretched and moved and I could see the fuzz of it broadening and

disappearing into the crack between the two great muscle masses. I could see his ball sack from the back and the tip of his cock hanging just past them as he worked on the other foot. He then turned with his back to the sink and stretched his neck trying to look into the mirror to check out his shoulders for zits and such. 


As he did this he thrust his pelvis forward with his cock sticking way out and the hairs broadened and his cock sprung forward and up. The pores of the head of it were rougher and more ridged than the shaft. the hairs disappeared into the valleys of wrinkles in his ball sack. They were much fewer in number than the pubes above the shaft which made a beautiful orb to each side of that shaft. I was mesmerized watching his most prized private parts up so close and so natural in

their movements and sat there with my own cock hard and fighting for space in my jeans and tighty whities. Then he toweled himself a bit more and lifted his ballsack in a few last swipes of the towel. He reached over to the desk and picked up a pair of jogging shorts and slipped them on before sitting on his desk chair facing me and pulling on his tennis shoes. As he rocked from side to side tieing them I could see up the pant legs of his shorts and appreciate the tug of the fabric against his member and the power his man meat had to push back against the fabric. 


As he stood he pulled on a tee shirt and invited me to go get a coke with him. We walked out the door 

together like we do everyday and we walked across the campus to the sub. But this time I watched for the bounce of his cock in his shorts. I checked out his crotch each time he readjusted himself in his chair. I loved seeing the shape of his cock and balls against the stretch of the fabric and ogled every hair and the texture of his ball sack when it ventured out from the confines of the pant legs. What puzzled me was that he was a preacher's kid. I didn't know if he was like this at home or if it was because he was finally out where he could do his own thing and if it was all innocence or if he was some how showing it all off to me because he knew how much I was enjoying it. Regardless I would fall for the little show often and soon had all of his little moles and blemishes memorized and saw his cock in every state of being and shape it had. Yes he even had an erection or three that I didnt know if he were showing off to me or if he was simply unaware that I was looking at and just being himself with. I sure wanted to see, touch and feel all of him. But I am far too reserved for all of that. 


Although we did shower together from time to time in the communal shower, he no doubt knew what he had to compete with. I would really love to see old Elrod naked again and perk him up like this memory has done to me.