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Suburban nudism - exposed at public recreation area

sunbuns Posts: 126 Location: Hawaii, San Diego, travel a lot US, Asia, Europe, etc	Posted: Thu Sep 11  Post subject: Suburban nudism - exposed at public recreation area Summer's dwindling away slowly here. But the sunny days are no longer so humid; school's getting started so that brings out teams and athletic groups. Fortunately, we've had few typhoons (Pacific hurricanes) so far this season. Instead of spending all summer abroad (US/Europe), I returned to Japan and have had a few weeks off. Lucky for me, it means trips locally (by bike), into the big city (for the gay baths) or further away. Just minutes by bicycle from my house is a (usually) shallow river that has large flat flood-zone embankments which are used for recreation areas. Eventually, I came to discover there is a unknown (but fairly trafficked gay cruising area on one of those flood-zone embankments where I now go nude sunbathing and cruising a several times a month in the warm seasons. I've been spending lots of time there - sunning myself (almost naked or sometimes completely). I was pleasantly surprised recently to be flashed (accidental exposure - really) by some college age frisbee soccer dudes. (see pics below) The best 'exposing' was done on a Sunday afternoon. But unfortunately, I didn't have my camera. I went back two days later and the same group was practicing. This time I got some photos; however, the two hottest guys who naked 'incidents' I wrote about in the blog entry (below) weren't as exhibitionistic as before. I wrote about it in one of my blogs: http://kelly-sb.blogspot.com/2008/08/japanese-dudes-use-nudity-for.html Still ... I think you can get a flavor of what I was seeing before - since their undressing after practice lasted over a 15-20 minute period. They are not intentionally flashing anybody - except maybe each other - although I can't see why they wouldn't know that anybody (like the white American guy sitting around the field) could be watching or even people passing on the walkway above them. However, I found it so ironic that they could so easily get naked -- since Japanese are so shy in some aspects of their individual personalities and social culture. Paradoxically, people in groups can get away with almost anything if the 'group's' mores/norms allow it. It was both intriguing and downright sexy to watch. Enough so that afterwards, I had to get naked and exposed - on my own. It was easy and ohh so fun .. being inspired to nakedness! Kelly Japanese frisbee soccer team members get out of uniforms on the field. The guy on far right (holding his balls) is the one who was taunted and kept naked by his teammates (two days before). They are careful about covering the front so it's mainly their butts that are exposed. Some groups seem more shy (and use towels). In this team, they all showed ass. _________________ The spirit is willing but the flash is week day and weekend!
------------------------------------------------ Jerking off in a local river after being inspired by seeing soccer boy butts
sunbuns Desperately flashing Nobody Posts: 126 Location: Hawaii, San Diego, travel a lot US,Asia, Europe, etc	As I said, I was inspired to try out some innocent naked exposure on my own -- hardly innocent - but not malicious either. Who knows maybe there was someone with a camera, taking photos of my naked body - just as I had done with the frisbee team above. About 4:30pm when the fisherman leave the river (most have on waders and are out flying fishing), I move from near the side of the frisbee soccer field on down to the river's edge. There is a grassy / bushy area between the field area and the river banks, which is lower, flat but wide, and partially hidden - except from people who are either on the river's edge or who are standing on the other side of the river. It's covered in smooth rounded rocks and pebbles. I strip and wear my wrap-around (pareo) to get into the water. Then remove it and swim in the very shallow cool and clean (mostly clean) water. It's not the muddy crap you see in China or some other Asian nations. The water in Japan is mostly clean so much so that you're tempted to drink it - and probably could without risk. The people in Japan are proud of their water and a lot of public works money is spent to ensure its quality and efficiency. I start jerking my cock and it gets hard, knowing that someone might be able to see me -- either from the opposite banks, or the apartment building balconies just beyond that. Other 'viewers' might suddenly come down the embankment from behind me and interrupt my masturbating, but that only serves to get me more excited. Two teenage boys are fishing at my left down the river - they could have looked up - to see a naked male figure on the horizon. I keep looking to see if they noticed - but had no indication that they ever did. If anybody gazes in my direction for a little while, they would see the regular pumping movements of my arm and a hand that's moving back and forth at my crotch. I'm not going to stand up - it's not even 5 pm and the sun is still one hour before setting - bathing me in soft yellowish light. Before long, my cum mingles with the mossy rocks and flows rapidly away downstream. Before that, I had taken some pics of me standing or kneeling in the water. There were pics too of people around me. Description: standing naked in the local river _________________ The spirit is willing but the flash is week day and weekend! by Kelly (sunbuns / sunbuns99)

Whose fault is that? :-)

I'm not usually into the kind of "flashing" where people can get angry at

me for being naked "in-their-face" - I mean the kind of situation where it's obvious that I'm consciously exposing my dick. Instead, I prefer the situations where people feel it's their own fault that they've seen me naked, and where they get embarrassed, mutter "I'm sorry" as they leave me - often while staring, because they can't help it.

One category of such situations is those in which I "should have" locked some door or something, but have "forgotten". When I'm having a shower in a hostel, the other people sharing the bathroom tend to enter while I'm showering. While it's my fault that I didn't lock the door, they feel it's their fault anyway - and of

course they notice that they stare just a little more than necessary, which is surely their fault... In some rare cases, even hotel rooms may be of this kind.

  Another category are "semi-private" situations in public. Being in a tent at a camping ground is a

simple example - if I change into some other clothes and have forgotten to shut the "door" properly, it's hardly my fault that the guy outside is staring into my tent and sees me naked. And if I'm walking around in the nude in my own dorm, it's the people peeking in, not me, who feels embarrassed... Amazingly many showers in hotels have big windows facing other buildings or streets - and who am I to blame to want some fresh air? Then there are the situations that are so far into nature that I couldn't expect anyone to see me. The trick here is to find the lake that is sufficiently far from everyone else that it seems natural to swim in the nude, but sufficiently close for people to pass by...

And then there are the situations in which I've made the rules - such as in my dorm. By now, everyone is so used to me being nude on the way from my room to the shower, so if any guests see

me naked, they are told that they shouldn't have been there in the first place... It's my dorm, anyway... :-) In addition to all of these, of course I explore the possibilities of fashion. When it suddenly has become "fashionable" to walk in loose trousers (and I choose not to use underwear, so that my bulge is showing), no one can blame me - instead, they blame themselves for staring at people's bulges in public.
The same goes for using swimwear that gets a bit transparent when wet, or

shorts without underwear where the dick may be glimpsed in certain
circumstances. Why blame me for looking desperately for my dick..? To sum up: I find that the possibilities are plenty for being seen naked in public - even without being seen as being to blame. Throw in nude beaches and so on into the equation, and there will be plenty of memorable experiences.

World Naked Bike Ride: Power, Purpose, or just getting nude in public?

Getting naked for the sake of some higher or noble purpose seems to be modern society's rather quirky response toward liberating today's new sexual mores and to bolster the moral consciousness of our so-called degenerate tribe(s) of humanity. It would be cool to actually participate , fo'sure!. But unfortunately, not many people are ready for prime time nudity where I live.We've been trying to get a World Naked Bike Ride started here (Tokyo) and elsewhere in Asia, but it really doesn't seem to go over that well for a variety of reason. I notice too that even some major urban areas has some trouble this year. In some case, the authorities refused to allow 'full monty' nudity - although I didn't seem to stop the true nudist enthusiasts or believers in the cause of 'No more exposure' to automobile exhaust. It's clear that the United States is decidedly more 'conversative' that other areas of the world - Chicago, the 3rd largest city, held its WNBR at night. For one thing, there seems to be a deluge of political apathy. People don't seem to care about making a strong political statement by public protest. Perhaps they have seen the futility of such protests (esp. public ones) over the generations. Secondly, people do not like to take personal responsiblity for their actions and decisions. Getting naked (partly or fully) is certainly a personal decision -- although it might seem to suit the 'group' mentality that seems apparent in many Asian countries. The fact is getting naked is very individual and very personal act. Finally, the sense of indignant indecency or an attitude of righteous morality that comes from doing something so brazen just does not have the same meaning in Asian countries. Nudity is just a fact of life. It does not make the same huge societal statement because nudity itself is not regarded as morally corrupt or wrong as it is in Christianity and otehr monotheistic religion-dominated cultures. The main reason I wanted to write about this was the thousands of great CMNM photos that appear during this season of the WNBR. Particularly appealing are the photos of naked men in the midst of clothed ones.

Story Time: First Touch by Paul K.

Story Time First Touch

Posted by: "paul K."

Originally posted on Fri Jul 18, 2008 6:22 am (PDT)

From: paul K.   email: paulsmfas2_AT yahoo.com

First Touch..... 

Abe and I had been roommates since I moved in during high school. The tragedy of my parents' death was unreal especially after I moved in with his family. The surroundings weren't my home so the horror of loosing them wasn't as painful. Oh yea there were those late night crying jags I had. Fortunately Abe usually slept through them. 

Now and then he's ask "you ok buddy?" and I'd mumble yea and turn away ashamed of myself. By the time we graduated my sorrow had subsided most of the time and my grades recovered from the plummeting reaction to loosing them.. 

Thanks to a nice large insurance policy I didn't have to worry about tuition. And in fact I could go to the same college as Abe so we shared a small apartment there instead of an on campus room. It took some prying by Abe's lawyer father but we

got a waiver from the "freshmen in dorm" rule. Of course our just off campus apartment became a center for our fellow freshmen to escape the campus. Pizza parties, sports TV gatherings and an occasional inhaling festival occurred. Thanks to the latter, I really began to recover from being the awkward teenager who lost his parents..but then we all were recovering from being awkward teenagers. 

 One of the things that distracted me even in high school was nudity. I kid you not. Seeing Abe naked all the time in his bedroom shocked me. We were friends before then but sharing intimate things like nudity, jacking off, sexual fantasies didn't occur until I

became his roomie. That continued into college and by then I had become just as free as he was hanging out in our room naked. And in college we had a living room, kitchen and bedroom to be naked in.

  During that first summer, our "hanging out" expanded to anytime morning, noon, or night thanks to the weather and the lack of an air condit ioner. A couple of our friends who stuck around during the summer seemed to hang out all the time. And their acceptance of our habits included

them. There we were naked two guys, sometimes more watching TV, making PB sandwiches, smoking joints, staying up late to discuss the purpose of life and the uselessness of religion. But nothing else happened. Nobody touched, sucked or fucked. Oh there were jokes and even truth or dare games but nobody acted on the dares. Abe and I did wrestle now and then but we never went the next step. How I wanted him to. In my fantasies we wrestled until the winner plunges his hardness into the mouth or ass of the looser. And I was sometimes winner and sometimes the looser. We jacked off in our beds like we did in high school, often watching each other. But never did I offer to help him out, nor did he me.

The second year in college things changed however. Abe got dumped by his girl friend. I was really lonely with him going out on dates all the time. And I began to wonder if the end of our friendship or roommate compatibility was in sight. I figured it would be in time as life, careers and the future demanded. Despite the heat, I let myself sink into a tub full of hot water. I had been running that Saturday and my legs seemed extra tired then normal and my lower back ached. I loved our bathtub. It was old, like all the fixtures in our apartment. It was the kind of deep bathtub with legs and set out from the walls in the center of that half of the bathroom. It had a shower spray over head and it took two shower curtains to surround it when we showered. And like old plumbing when someone flushed the toilet the hot water turned cold. Abe and I both played tricks on each other all the time with that, ending with the shocked naked person showering running after the flusher all over the apartment.

 I loved those games. It always ended with us in a pile on the floor wrestling,

threatening each other and daring whoever was inning to act out on their threats to stick their cocks in the loser's mouth, or ass or piss on them or whatever the threats were. We never did that. The tub had a nice rounded edge, suitable to lay our heads on while bathing. I slept that day enjoying the warmth that surrounded me. I heard him. His long drawn out bladder emptying always amazed me. Abe had a bladder the size of an elephant's I was convinced. I once timed him and I swear he pissed for a steady 5:00 once.

Of course, that was after drinking lots of beer. I opened my eyes and watched the yellow arch leaving his cock and landing in our old toilet. As I watched I swear he made little j/o movements with his hand and it seemed to get harder even while he was still pissing. I wanted him to come over to the tub and aim his penis at me. I'm not sure but I thought it might feel good having his urine land on my bare chest and face. I closed my eyes to experience the momentary fantasy. My cock expanded as I thought about it. I

tried to nap hoping my mind would escape the sexual fantasy. I reacted suddenly when I felt a hand on my erection. I didn't jump up but opened my eyes figuring Abe was playing some trick on me. "Just relax buddy" he said quietly as his hand fondled my erection which stuck up above the water line. His other hand moved into the water and began to massage my balls. I started to say something but didn't for some reason. "Close your eyes and enjoy" he added. I had learned the difference between Abe playing a joke on me and being serious.

He was serious so I closed my eyes. In my mind were in our beds back in high school with Abe naked and playing with me, or at church camp with him fondling me instead of that weird Conrad Musser. I remembered the day I moved in and was hugged by his mother and in his bedroom by him. I cried like a baby in his arms that day and pulled away embarrassed as hell. I begged him not to tell anyone. He smiled and said "for what?" I knew I had lost a friend and gained a brother and perhaps some part of a parent I would never have again. 

My mind began to replay memories of naked guys in gym class, Olympic athletes, my first glimpse of my own father naked when I was a child. "Shit" I murmured thinking I should warn him but my body didn't give me time to decide as I erupted again and again and again. "Christ, when was the last time you came?" Abe asked. I opened my eyes and saw him , rather I saw my cum dripping off his chin and hands. "feel good?" he asked. 

He was shirtless. I wondered when he had taken the time to strip it off. Then I moved sitting up in the bath and saw he was naked again wondering when he had time to strip naked. "You slept for a long time before that happened" he said as if answering my question. "You're a mess' I said "get in" Abe smiled and stepped over the edge and into the tub facing me. The water rose as the added body submerged. 

I spread my legs and let him put his legs where he wanted. One he put on the outside of mine and the other he let move between my legs. He smiled. The glint in his eye told me to keep quiet and lay back. His toes fumbled with my hanging balls and he moved it further under me until his big toe pressed against my butthole. I smiled as I lifted up a bit to give him room. I bent one of my legs so my toes could feel his testicles and cock too. I concentrated as I felt them. I didn't moved under him as he had done me. We both sighed and rested there in the warm water. "Cold" he said in a whisper. There wasn't anyone else in the area to hear us so his whisper wasn't necessary but it added to the erotic scenario. 

I heard the water escaping down the drain he had opened and at the same time the rush of new water, presumably warm from the faucet he had turned on. I kept my eyes closed as his toe moved in my hole as he went about the

task of warming up the water. My cock throbbed. "Shit" he said. I opened my eyes to see him staring at my now visible above the water hard, very hard cock. "Man that's hard" he said. I grabbed it and stroked it loving the fact he was admiring it. He moved to his kneels and reached out to touch it as if it was some precious art object. "You're pretty hard yourself"


I said seeing his usually dangling dick now filled with his blood thrusting at an angle. I had seen it before often as we changed clothes or he stripped to slide between the very lucky sheets on his bed. "Fuck me" he said. I looked at him with my confusion. "Yea, never did it so go slow man" he soaped my cock with his hand and I wanted him to keep doing that. Instead he turned around and braced himself on

the sides of the tub. "Come on man do it before I chicken out" he turned his head. My fingers encircled his nutsac and cock and I felt the nut in my stomach hurt more. I had always wanted to do just that. I moved in the water finding a position on one knee and aimed my cock. "Keep breathing" I instructed remembering the first time I got fucked.

Our neighbor, Mr. Miller, had a quiet voice. "It's ok, you'll hurt a bit but that's all part of it. Just keep breathing" he had said as I lay over a pile of boxes in his basement. I had been helping him clean it out for three weekends. Due to the heat we both had stripped to our waists before but that weekend we stripped to our under shorts. I hadn't planned on that so my wearing torn jockey shorts was an accident. He laughed and put a finger in one of the holes and touched my virgin rosebud hole. Instead of yelling and pulling away I sighed. Nobody had touched me there. Only my own finger had played there when I masturbated. Miller's finger entered me and he added a second one. I was afraid he would see my erection. "Just rest forward" he said and I moved forward letting my bare chest and stomach rest on the boxes.

His hands removed my underwear and I lay there not sure what to expect but wanting

his finger. Instead his cock moved into me. "You ok boy?" he asked in that voice that was so smooth and silky it covered me like a warm blanket. He fucked me slow at first. His hand reached under me and stroked me as he did it. I was on some cloud of new sensations and pleasure I had never thought was possible. When he pounded into me, the strength of his grip on my firm buttocks made me feel in his control. I could have stopped him anytime and left. After all he was having sex with a minor. But Mr. Miller knew I liked him. And I knew he liked me.

 There had been times when he grabbed me and we wrestled. In the basement our half naked status made this horseplay even more exciting and I remembered the feeling of his arms on me as I jacked off when I went home. I had watched him walking naked by his windows even before then. "I uh saw you the other day, your curtains were opened" I stammered once. "Thought you would want to uh know" "Your parents were gone right?" he didn't wait for my answer "Soooo thought I'd give you a treat like the ones you give me." 

The number of times I jacked off seemed a world record. Upstairs in my attic bedroom I would stand by the full length mirror by my window and go wild. Until then I didn't think that anyone could see me. He quickened the jamming into me and from his grunts and groans I knew he was shooting his man sperm into me. We finished the work and I went back often after that to do other chores. My parents didn't mind. They liked Miller and tolerated his comments about me in my Speedos or other things I wore. I wasn't sure what they thought. "You boy is going to be a heart breaker", "So where does he get his bubble butt from", "What a handsome young man he's becoming" and more embarrassing comments I heard when he joined us for backyard pool parties or barbeques. 

 I remember seeing my Dad looking at me and him in the pool once. I was enjoying being lifted and tossed about in the water. My Dad was watching and the expression on his face wasn't angry but it was serious. It made me feel immediately embarrassed. But they never told me not to go next door or not to accept the many little housekeeping jobs Mr. Miller offered me. He taught me a great deal. "Come on man, fuck me" Abe said as I pushed my hips forward making him react. "Breath deep and relax." "Shit man it hurts like hell" "Yea at first but if you relax and let me in, you'll get used to it. Pain's part of it" I felt my pubic hair rub against his skin. I wanted to rest and let my cock just feel the grip of his sphincter squeezing me. But instead I fucked him. I had fucked only once before. 

A kid I met at Scout Jamboree. He was from UK and we had been playing soccer with some other new found scout friends. In on group there were guys from three or four countries wearing their distinctive banners around their bare necks, looking sexy without shirts. We all wore our uniform shorts and due to the trend let them sag as low on our hips as possible. My cock was hard the entire time despite the furious uncontrolled game we played. I'm not sure we even tried to make a goal. 

Instead our groupings around the ball were the main action, our legs reaching for the ball and our arms flailing often touching each other pushing and occasionally patting. "Nice" I said out loud to this guy wearing a UK bandana after patting his butt. He smiled. He came up to me after the match dwindled to only a few of us. "Where's your tent?" he asked. We exchanged bandanas back at my tent, a common practice of new friends at the Jamboree. He patted my crotch adding "nice" we smiled. Later that night he returned as my tent mate and others were singing around the fire. We went to my tent and he pulled his clothes off inside. 

I fumbled a bit but fucked him as we lay in a spoon position. "Shit" I said sweating as I worked hard fucking Abe. He was cursing, begging and urging me to fuck him harder and faster. ? I tried to focus my attention on learning what made him react as I swiveled my hips during each thrust. He was reacting wildly and seemed to love when I slapped his ass during thrusting. He pounded the sides of the tub, cursed and kept saying "shit, shit" We showered as the tub emptied. Abe pulled me against him and I felt his naked body with mine. "My turn, come on" he said stepping out of the tub. I followed him still

dripping from the water as he was. His cock pointed in front of him like an arrow pointing the way. And he pushed me on my bed abruptly. I didn't protest. He knew what he was doing, I observed. I wondered who he had fucked before, what classmates had been in this very spot when I was in class? Did his girl friend watch?

Abe was on the bed pushing my legs back and jamming his cock in and out of my hole. Each stab made me react. I wanted him inside me fucking but he took time stabbing me instead. "God you're tight" he said each time..finally leaving his cock inside me. I squeezed around his cock which was hard work. Don't let anyone say a bottom doesn't work as hard as the top. There were times when I didn't. I lay there and concentrated on relaxing my ass so it wouldn't hurt so much. But Mr. Miller would sometimes teach me how to control my sphincter which gave him pleasure too. I used what I learned on Abe's intrusion and he grimaced each time but loved it. 

When he pulled out of me, I was disappointed but stared as it sprayed me with his sperm. It didn't seem to stop. "Shit man you had as much as I did" I said. He had fallen on top of me using his sperm to glue us together as we slept in the same

bed for the first time. The next morning I didn't know whether to say anything about the previous night or not. He talked about the girl he was dating and supposedly spending the three day weekend with. His phone call at noon told me what I wanted to hear. "Hey she's on the rag about something. Maybe you and I can go somewhere instead".

I was his second choice I knew. "Hell I'd rather spend the weekend with my buddy anyway" he added which made me feel better. "We can go somewhere private and do more stuff like last night, later dude" he hung up. My cock was hard and I touched it. It was like the first time I had recognized that touching my cock felt good. I stroked with one hand and felt under my butt with the other probing a finger into my hole. It felt like the first time I had fingered it. I moved the finger about as I masturbated reliving the nigh before. Then I pulled the finger out and replaced with my thumb. It was like the first time Abe's big toe touched me there.