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I thought there might be others here, on our Guys Into CMNM social networks, and on Tribe.net who guysn2cmnm.blogspot.com or visit the CMNM Wikispaces at: cmnm.wikispaces.com
who might also be interested starting or joining a local CMNM (Clothed Male / Naked Male) group in your local area. For more general information about what CMNM is, see our Guys Into CMNM blog at:
Question: I wanted to see if you had a group of CMNM in northern Indiana for me to join? Any ideas and/or contacts I could make to join in the area? Thanks.
Answer: So.. what do you do when you live in a rural area or far away from a metropolitan area? Are there any local groups and if not, what do you do to get one started?
Inquiry answered by 'sunbuns', Kelly Lewis, editor and admin, Guys Into CMNM blog and social networks.
While they may be members of one of our several social networking (online) groups who live the your area, Northern Indiana (or southern Michigan or northwestern Ohio), I don't think there are any real (off-line) CMNM meetings or events -- at least not yet.
CMNM hasn't be recognized for very long and it's still not commonly understood - even by the very men (particularly gay men) who are so turned on by it. There are elements of it in so many activities / situations that are NOT simply sexual by definition. For example, there may be a men's nudist group in your area or close by. While many don't advocate sexual behavior at their events, some don't prohibit certain types of opportunities where naked and clothed men can intermingle.
Another form of CMNM often occurs in certain male sports or fitness situations - joining a YMCA, or other type of fitness club, or amateur sports league often gives a guy (CM or NM) a chance to interact with other males in clothed or naked situations. Obviously, there may not be any overt sexual behavior but it can nevertheless be highly stimulating.
For overt sexual situations, you can try a gay baths/sauna. I think Toledo has at least one, and there are certainly some in a few of the major cities around you; likewise a few gay bars have events where nudity (or semi-nudity) is condoned, or even where it is encouraged in backrooms, or enclosed patios, etc.
Of course, you can try to start a group -- or at least - hold a CMNM event in your area. I have lots of ideas and would do as much as possible to help promote in on our blogs,
and social networks, etc. Depending on when it's held, I might be able to attend or organize/host part of it (I am often traveling in North America from August 1 - 30 -from Hawaii to New York, from San Francisco, California to Provincetown, MA). I also travel at other times of the year: Around Christmas and New Year's, sometimes in February, and more frequently in March.
One way to start is to make your interest known by joining one (or all) of our Guys Into CMNM social networks. You may want to use a separate email address (since your real identity may expose you to some unwanted noisiness or scrutiny). However, in today's world, it has become less of a problem publicly admitting that one is gay. However, homophobes and morally self-righteous extremists still exist (and may actually be thriving).
It's probably obvious but it will take some initiative and some effort on the part of at least one person to get such an event or group started. However, even one is not enough. Therefore, you have to try to encourage or attract guys to actually participate FIRST as people -- not as sexual objects. If you try to 'round up' a bunch of hunks for your own private orgy, it's not going to work unless you look like a male fashion model and have the body of an Olympic athlete. To be realistic, most guys into CMNM are just regular guys. The guy down the street or the one who works at the mall or in local office building. What's it going to take to get them to come up with the courage to attend a CMNM event.
My advice for guys trying to get a group started is to first make it a fully clothed gathering to initially. Then a part of the group's activity can be to do something that involves nudity for a fairly short and non-threatening, fun activity - such as ask (or hire) a nude model for some sketching of the naked male form. Or watch a movie where male nudity is a recurring theme or important point in the plot. Hold a pool party or barn dance, play badminton or horseshoes, and allow some of the participants to disrobe. Set up a fashion night or a costume party in which the 'models' strip for a certain 'runway' event or make it a fund-raiser for charity by letting the audience bid for removal of each piece of clothing for some 'lucky' or willing volunteer who, thereby, gets stripped.
Sexual behavior (penetrative anal or oral) does not have to be involved - especially when the group's members are just meeting for the first time. If there are sparks, then it's better that things develop slowly so that everyone knows the boundaries and feels comfortable acting within them before starting any more 'aggressive' types of CMNM behaviors or situations, especially those involving domination or humiliation or mild bondage.
It's not easy but it can be done. It's just not going to happen over night and the key to first find a couple of others who are interested and also willing to be patient with the slow development of the group. Most guys who are turned on my other men sexually just want to jump to the wild orgy -- and that's NOT going to happen in most cases. If you want sex with strangers, then use Craig's List or go to a gay sex club, or travel to where there is one.
I know I've gone long to answer, but it was a good question, and one whose answer I can attempt to make an appropriate blog entry. Good luck and let me know how I might be able to help out.
Kelly Lewis, "sunbuns" - editor and admin, Guys Into CMNM blog and social networks
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I do like showing off in front of friends. I enjoyed being the centre of attention and the feeling of all all eyes being on my body, working out whose eyes are locked onto my body and seeing the reaction. At the same time I am a little reserved. Usually these shows would involve nothing more than taking of my shirt, or walking around in my boxers. But, I would enjoy teasing and showing as much as possible but without actually being totally naked.
On this particular day Tony, Mike and Joe had come round to my house. They are really cute sexy guys. Tony is 19 and the other guys are about the same.
It was a great day, so we were out in the garden. I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, but because it was a nice day I decided to lose the T-shirt and, yes, I enjoyed the way the eyes locked onto my body. They seemed to enjoy the show.We sat there for some time, when I asked who wanted a beer. The response was enthusiastic and immediate. I toddled off back to the house to collect the ice cold beers and realized that, without a belt, my shorts were sliding down. I hitched them up. Then I hit on a plan.
Dare I let them slide right off as I took the beers back? My hands would be full, so I couldn't do anything about it. The more I thought about it, the more excited I got. I dived into my room and removed my boxers, so could go commando... much more exciting. I grabbed the beers and, before I could lose my courage, I loaded up both hands with the four beer glasses and headed back out to the garden.
To my delight my shorts were heading southwards. It's a really sexy feeling as they slid down onto my hips. I could see that my friends were trying not too look totally transfixed... but clearly were. I could feel that my shorts had now reached the point where, if I move any further they would slide right down. At the same time I could not do anything to stop them as I was clutching four full beers in my hands. I cannot deny this was (a) extremely arousing and (b) what I had hoped would happen. I stopped still. Tony, Mike and Joe were staring and giggling. Tony leapt up from the chair. Was he going to take the beers so I could hitch my shorts up? I kind of hoped he wouldn't.
Tony came towards me, his hands stretched out to take the beers. Damn! Then Joe said "pull his shorts down" and laughed nervously. "Steady on," I grinned. Hoping it was a playful enough to encourage Tony that this really would be a laugh. It worked. Sure enough Tony laughed, ran behind me and gave the waistband of my shorts a quick tug. The slipped down round my ankles. I was totally naked. I was outdoors, which makes being naked even more exciting. And my mates were totally transfixed. I could feel their eyes boring into me. My dick already a little hard and was getting harder. Still carrying the beers I stepped out of the shorts and walked toward my friends completely naked. At that point, Joe picked up his mobile phone and started shooting video of me walking towards him naked. What happened next was amazing.
When I got to Mike to offer him his beer, I guess the proximity of my hard dick was too inviting. He took the opportunity that I could not defend myself to grab my dick. Needless to say this produced an instant boner. I felt no desire to go back for my shorts but sat down with the guys, my dick still semi hard. After a while, Joe stood up and, to a rendition of the "The Stripper" from the rest of us, he stripped off his t-shirt and shorts, then his boxers. Joe's video then got circulated and my naked antics became quite well known among our class. At parties I was always being asked to show more flesh and occasionally I did. That afternoon had made me less reserved. I had also made three great friends with whom I messed around even more.
Written by Saleguy
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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.
All over of the world and particularly during the college-age years when drinking alcohol seems to 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 beer 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.
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 years 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 limonade 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).
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.
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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 therest 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 didn't 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.
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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)?
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CHAPTER 2 Car flashing with my buddy, Eric by Thorn
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The following night Eric arrived as arranged. He looked great, his white T-shirt and white shorts showed off his body well.I playfully put my arm around his waist enjoying the warmth of his body as I ushered him into the house. "You really on for this," I asked. "You bet," said Eric, "this is going to be a blast." Eric had dared me the previous night to drive around town wearing nothing but a T-shirt. I had said he had to join me, so here we were ready to go. "OK, let's go for it," I said my heart beginning to pound and my cock getting hard in anticipationWe headed out to my car and got in. "Why don't we drive to the beach," I said, "we can lose our shorts there.""Sounds good to me," said Eric. On the way Eric was talking about our impromptu window show the previous night, then talked about all sorts of other things he had done previously. "But doing it together is so much more fun," he gave my thigh a squeeze.We reached the beach and parked the car. "OK, you first... this was your idea," I laughed.
Without having to be asked twice, Eric pulled down his shorts revealing that lovely uncut dick I had seen for the first time the previous night. I couldn't be a party pooper so I pulled my shorts down and off my ankles. So here we were, in my car in public naked from the waist down and both of us hard with excitement. "Right," I started the engine and drove off down the road. There were a few people around, from where they were standing we looked as though we were fully clothed. The danger was that a higher vehicle would drive alongside us, someone would look out of a building, or that someone would cross the road. We drove around for some time enjoying the excitement of this risk of being seen. It was Eric who said, "Let's go drive down where the cruisers gather".
This was the place where all the young guys turn up and ogle at each others cars and equipment... although I have also reckoned quite a lot of them are sizing up each other's equipment, not just the cars'!"Wow, you have got to be kidding!" I responded, "There will be people all round." "So, all the more fun," Eric replied, "come on, we wanted some fun." "OK, I replied and turned the car round." We arrived at the car park that everyone meets in and drove in. Sure enough there were guys around our age everywhere, looking at cars, peering into cars and standing around in groups. I drove round the outside of the car park. "Come on," Eric said, "go there!" He was pointing to an area which was full of guys standing round cars. "OK," I said with a shrug of the shoulders. We drove down towards the group of twenty or so guys.
They were all around our age, some looked as though they must just have passed their driving test yesterday. I drove slowly past with my dick now quite hard with the excitement. One of the guys must have spotted and nudged his mate who turned round looked in and smiled. Further on another guy was even more blatant as he pointed and drew the attention of two others. My dick was now jumping and I looked across at Eric who was hard as a rod.We drove out of the car park, with Eric protesting that we should go round again. "No way," I said heading on the road home.We arrived at my houses still wearing only our T-shirts. We had driven right through the centre of town. It was getting dark so it wasn't too risky but it was pretty damn exciting, wondering if a bus would pull up alongside, a pedestrian walk through the traffic, or a big 4x4 come past. We arrived at my house and, got out of the car still naked from the waist down with a massive hard on.
I walked round behind the car and Eric got out and headed my way. He too was hard and big.Standing behind the car I grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it up and off. He was now naked in the darkness between the house and the hedge. Eric lifted my T-shirt, sliding his hand up my stomach and chest. I grabbed Eric's hard dick and started stroking, we lay down on the cool concrete. I was the first to cum. It was one of those deep shuddering ones that you get after real excitement. Eric stayed at my house that night and as we drifted off to sleep hugging each other we talked about what thrills we would get up to next.
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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 cocks, 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 www.mardigrasneworleans.com/
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It was early one summer Saturday morning and I was up drinking coffee in my kitchen at the back of the house. It was already warm outside so I opened the door and sat naked on a stool in the doorway enjoying the feel of the early morning sunshine on my body. The radio was on playing some music and I didn't hear the postman coming down the driveway until he turned the corner and was standing right in front of me. He got quite a shock and apologized for disturbing me.
I told him it was no problem and I began to tweak the end of my cock - mostly to cover my embarrassment. He obviously noticed and glanced down to look. He asked me if I often went around with no clothes on and I told him that I did, whenever I got the chance. I offered him a cup of coffee and he came in to join me. He was obviously really interested in my body because he couldn't take his eyes off it - although, even to this day as I remember him, I don't think he was gay.
What happened next really surprised me - he told me that he had always wanted to go nude on a beach but had never really dared to do it because he was afraid of getting a hard-on. I could feel my cock getting a bit harder as he mentioned this. He noticed, although he didn't say anything. I told him he was very welcome to join me in the back garden for a spot of sunbathing if he wanted to take a quick break from his delivery. At that point - and much to my surprise, believe me, he put his bag of letters down and started to remove his clothes. Slowly at first because he was quite nervous, I think. Eventually he had taken all his clothes off except for his underpants. It was too late for me to try to hide my reaction and by now my cock was standing upright.
I told him that I found it exciting being naked outside and that having a hard-on was only to be expected from time to time. That brought a little smile to his face and as he took his underpants down I saw that his cock was already at halfmast. I tugged on his dick playfully as I walked past him which made him jump a bit, then he followed me out into the garden. He lay on the grass at first on his front - which, as we all know, is the worst thing you can do to avoid a hardon. I think the fact that the garden was pretty secluded by trees and bushes on three sides made him feel reasonably protected and he slowly turned over to reveal a full-grown hardon. "Hope you don't mind," he said, "but I can't help it - it's so exciting being naked outdoors."
I then started to wank my dick slowly to see what he'd do - he followed suit. Soon we were both wanking and he came into the grass. A very nice sight, let me tell you. Then, as soon as he appeared, he got up and went back to the kitchen to put his clothes back on. Before he went back to work, he came back into the garden and unbuttoned his trousers letting them fall to the ground and then pulled his underpants down again, too. He was starting to get hard again! What an exhibitionist! Then he quickly redressed and went back towards the street, back to work.
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One of our favorite activities is meeting in a country pub after work. On these occasions we are both commando and both tend to wear loose suit trousers – mine is a vintage one which has a simply huge button fly that goes right under my crotch.
We get seated with a drink in a quiet corner away from too much scrutiny but still able to see and be seen, unbutton ourselves and gradually ease our cocks and balls into view of each other. Sometimes we put on paper on the table which we pretend to be reading and then when all along we’re enjoying the sight of seeing each other’s manhood hanging out virtually in public – well, I say hanging, but often they are pointing straight up.
Other times we will reach behind each other to give our bums a fondle, sometimes going right down to feel the balls from behind.
If the pub layout allows it, another fun thing is to both stand at the bar talking to the person serving with our flies open. The rule is, if one person is talking he gets his cock fondled by the other one. We’ve had a couple of times we’ve nearly been caught but that all adds to the thrill.
If we’re meeting during the day we often head for a sports centre as the changing rooms offer plenty of opportunities for as much exposure as possible. Striking up a long intense conversation while stood naked at our lockers is one tactic, the aim being to see how long we can be plausibly nude and on view and it’s fun to catch other guys surreptitiously checking us out.
We always go for the open showers and usually get stiff soaping up our cocks and letting others catch a glimpse of that. To show what close mates we are we will share a shower gel container and sometimes squirt the contents on each other and rub them in. We take as long as possible over this and of course never wrap ourselves in towels on the walk back.
When back by the lockers and dry ourselves with very slow exaggerated motions which draw attention to the cock and balls or bend over to dry our toes and show our bum holes to full effect.
If there’s a pool then we have a game where we each bring trunks for the other to wear – usually small and revealing with the liner cut out to accentuate the bulge. Mike once brought me such a big pair of baggy shorts that the weight of them pulled them off me spontaneously when I was - getting out of the water, much to my “pretend” embarrassment. To get my own back I made him wear a small white pair that went transparent in the water and he managed to get away with them the whole session by standing behind me when he needed to get out of the water.
Being in a pool or changing room it’s easier to spot other guys’ reactions on seeing our nudity and I’ve certainly seen quite a few unable to keep their eyes off us or hide their own erection and that’s a real turn-on.
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