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The Scenic Boys: Men to Idolize or Idealize


URL: scenicboys.typepad.com/scenicboys/
(Evidently they are trying to move sites, but for now, you can view the past posting here the URL above).

They are young, cute, gay and Very Eco-Friendly. Dusty and Garet live in Seattle and started making videos a few years ago (posted on Vimeo) to accompany their delightful and very readable blog, which was recently nominated for one of Lonely Planet's Best Travel Blog Awards. Dusty and Garet describe themselves this way:
[We are] boyfriends, naturalist, adventure seekers and photographers. [The blog tells] where they and friends go on outdoor recreation trips. We're two 28 year old boys from the Pacific Northwest. We've been together for 3 years and live in downtown Seattle with our kitty, Tonka.
I have to add, too, that they are consummate naturists - willing and eager to get down to nothing but the all-together at the drop of a backpack. Grin and bare it must be their unspoken motto! They almost never miss a chance to get bare-assed naked in the Great Outdoors. Yet, they share their passion for exploring the almost sacred natural beauty of these earthly vistas and talk about it from a very wholesome and pragmatic and very modern way - none fo that preachy or fiery rhetoric for often hear from fist-rising, whaler-boat ramming eco-activists.

Yes, beside being Earth's Lower Angels, Garet and Dusty are nice on the eyes. Boy o' Boy(s) - how scenic does it get -- because they has some nice bubble butts to bare (excuse my lechery - leering grin!), and smooth tight bods and blond hair galore. What they do for our edification and entertainment is truly something all of would like to do: get naked in the sunshine. But rarely can most people actually put that wish into practice - except of a few hardy nudists and outdoor naturists (like me too). That's an affinity we definitely share, and with a whole lot of people (gay straight, male / femalel - around the world).

That is certainly the reason I accidentally discovered them, stumbling upon their blog and videos online in the first place. I have frequently searched the Web for these and similar interests. Just as so might you have been doing in finding this blog post. But search no longer, my friends and naked outdoor recreationalists, the Scenic Boys are on the trail again for Spring 2009. The Boys are back -- and in all their glory -- so I cannot wait for what's in store this season.

Incidentally, their nakedness is never blatant or simply for its own effect. This is NOT the 'cock-in-your-face' gratuitous poofery that the new Internet Web 2.0 so often shoves in our face. Although guilty of sometimes doing that too am I , and also certainly a die-hard fan of watching nude and aroused guys, (check my other blogs to find out how much). I really really love wha the Scenic Boys stand for. They represent a kind of new breed (or species) of the Gay American Male (couple) - perhaps such great nature-loving gay men have existed for eons (and likely for longer in Canada and Europe).

Let me be sure to point out that their online nudity is clandestine, totally natural, supremely classic (artistic), and occurs seemingly spontaneously in the most appropriate and unobtrusive contexts that you almost don't even notice they are naked! The excursions are immersed among some truly glorious natural landscapes which balance - even overshadow the masculine physical beauty of their bare subjects - mostly each other, but occasionally a naked friend or two, who is accompanying them. The nudity isn't even highlighted in either their blogs or videos - so they make it a non-issue. The two scenic lover boys habitually go to places where the spatial perspective, remote or interesting geography, varied terrain, splendid timing, and often gorgeous weather invite all human visitors, who would be blessed to pass among such pristine natural splendor, who could not resist the unbridled desire to remove all clothing and be exposed to the audacious beauty of Mother Earth and Father Sky. It is going natural (au naturel) in the ultimate sense of the word: naturist, naturalist, and Earth-protecting, and respecting eco-nudist, seen in his finest form and his own element.

It helps (terrifically - LOL) that the Scenic Boys are both rather nice looking or 'scenic' themselves. No slouchy couch potatoes with too much Seattle Java under their belts here, and Ugly Fuzzy and Dust_monkee - in their alternate persona on Flickr - are very easy on the old eye-balls, not to put too crass of a spin on admiring their earthly delights.

Dusty and Garet (known to me as Gareath -(as if from an ancient Gaelic myth), leaving modesty or the lack of it aside for a moment, don't mind sharing their love for each other, and the simple joys of friendship and life's little pleasure, and their equally brilliant admiration for the bountiful riches that Mother Nature offers to all who will partake of it throught hiking, camping, boating trips not very far from home. They lead us on short weekend visit - how to just enjoy living and breathing deeply outdoors - in mainly the North West of the US.

Don't get me wrong or get me righteous.... these are not porn stars or blatant exhibitionists... not that I have anything against those two categories of men either. But they are just two very sweet, emotionally mature (although they might not admit it), really-down-to-earth, thoughtful and sexy guy-next-door dudes that you can't help but fall in love with (OK.. I admit it).

What more could modern (queer or straight) America ask for? These are the true American idols -- emblem boys for a Post-Modern Greening of America and for today's Obama-generation which includes 8 - 88 year-olds, crossing all former social lines of separation: age, race, gender, sexuality, and politics.) They don't comment much on religion.

If you haven't met them or 'scene' the down-home, earthy, yet well-made, videos posted on the Scenic Boys blog, then you don't know what you've been missing. Take a gander and you'll be back regularly for more outdoor adventures with the two handsome trekkers and the consort of friends in local and faraway places.

Their photographic and videographic work is very nice done. You can get a close-up view at their Scenic Boys blog. More importantly, it depicts their wonderful pastoral romps through America's and (a few) other nation's natural vistas , bathing in warm hot spring pools or relaxing at a pitched tent camping spot in the rugged terrains on their many weekend and vacation journeys around state and national parks. Remarkably they often do in te bare naked 'state' as well in which they arrived the our beloved Earth.

I cannot wait for them to visit Hawaii. Hopefully it will be at a time when a few of their fans (and friends) can join them. I'm going to suggest some ideas for a Big Island Naked Hiking Adventure, which will originate from Kalani Honau Oceanside Resort, a gay-friendly retreat spot on the shores of the Puna Coast. For further info, visit Kalani.com on the web.

Garet and Dusty are the Scenic Boys; they show us all - the good, the great, the naked male and the woodland creatures ( flora and fauna, too - animals with fur or feathered birds among the clothed and unclothed humans frolicking in mountain springs or strolling grassy knolls). They do so with a grace and flair that perhaps only a couple of strongly purposed, good-natured gay men who love each other almost as much they do our sacred but scarred and endangered Mother Planet, Earth.

Recently, I had a brief chance to contact them.

A fan of Scenic Boys

I love what you two mean to each other and to our shared love of Planet Earth..
Thanks for being courageous enough to be yourself and for showing us - not just your bodies . but your spiritual bond with the Earth and each other.

Kelly


Hi Kelly,
Thanks for kind words! It's always nice to meet a kindered spirit. So long as there are people who appreciate and connect with what we do, we'll keep posting sharing.
Take care,
Garet

Scenic boys are back - Spring 2009

Dusty and Garet (GarEarth)
I love what you two mean to each other and to our shared love of Planet Earth..
Thanks for being courageous enough to be yourself and for showing us - not just your bodies . but your spiritual bond with the Earth and each other.

Cheers,

Kelly

Dusty wrote back:
Hey Thanks!

That was such a sweet message. :)
Dusty


My Response to my Ideal Couple Idols: (the real American Idols).

Dusty (and Garet),

I suppose I have such an idealized view of you too that I might be surprised (or disappointed) if I even met the actual two real humans - who go by such names as dust monkee and ugly fuzzy. (LOL) But probably not.

At any rate, I do idolize what you have. By all appearances, you live your lives without fear or malice, reveling in the simplist of pleasures that life on Earth has to offer -- and with all the cool and subdued exuberance for which youthfulness can rightly be blamed (smile).

My 'net' personas are disguises - but only partly so. Each just shows one perspective on my real personalty and actual life. It's a major I simultaneously both love and hate the Internet. I would never know of you and your Scenic Boys blog/vids but I have to do so under a covert identity.
Not to preach to the choir, but the older generation of gay and bi men who survived the initial blast of the HIV epidemic were also irreparably scarred - perhaps almost emotionally twisted - in the process. In a positive way, I can say it's partly like being a 'bonsai' - a huge tree that has been bound by restraints and held back from succulent growth by painful prunings so that it is now only a diminuitive replica of its own potential self.

I enjoy you two for being able to be exactly who you are - in any context. That's perhaps something you can really fathom.

Sorry to wax philosophical .. it must be that Season of the Year.

(Hey, I really let loose with the nice 'phrasing' .. ==> to be posted on a blog (kelly-sb.blogspot.com) and/or Facebook.

Ciao,

Kelly ( not my real name) - Kelly was a college age guy that I had an intense man-crush on when I was a young teen (13-14 y.o). He used to help my dad with carpentry work, and he wore cut-off jeans and a tank top. So I 'adopted' his name for my gay persona (Forgive this insignificant confession).
Fri, June 15, 2012 - 10:12 PM — permalink - 0 comments - add a comment

Japanese dudes use nudity for establishing group 'norms'

This is a repeat post (July 30, 2009) which has been (temporarily) deleted by Google's Blogger.

kelly-sb.blogspot.com/2009/07...sky.html

I posted a new update on the university frisbee soccer teams and its sexy exploits - something I witnessed recently. Evidently, that entry got the attention of Ryu, a regular contributor to QueerClick Sticky! (Ryu on QC Sticky)

UPDATED ENTRY with added real photos: What a blast! I returned the same place as I had described a couple of days ago, and sure enough, the same frisbee soccer team was there practicing as they had been doing on Sunday afternoon. The difference was - both the male and female teams were both there on the practice field - although they were not really practicing together, they nevertheless were sharing the same field. It did seem to put a bit of a damper on the demonstrative male posturing that I had seen the other day, and there was not as much occasion for CMNM, but it was great to get to see those same guys again and THIS I had my camera. The first few shots are of the two main characters I had described below in the body for main post: 1) the alpha male (the practice leader), 2) young cute dude who was taunted and teased in an amiable way when he got nude (while stripping out of his sweats clothes), and a few more team members (only one of whom did I catch with his butt exposed). The alpha dude was wearing tights under his mesh athletic shorts (evidently he was more 'modest' since the women's team was around. Also, the guys didn't spend time leisurely getting undressed out of their sweaty practice clothes and therre was much clowning around. I guess maybe is was a 'real' work day practice instead of the very casual weekend frolic like I ha d seen just two days earlier. Updated Sept 2, 2008

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Original Story as witnessed and describe on August 31, 2008 by Kelly (sunbuns)

Yesterday we had a beautifully sunny afternoon. It was very warm - as is usual for late summer in Tokyo, but not too humid. The sky was an uncharacteristic azure blue that was lavishly piled high with billowy, almost frothy puffs of white clouds - the remnants of the week's thunderstorms.
So I decided that - since these kinds of days are sometimes a rarity, especially recently due to number of hurricanes this season (typhoons as they are called), it would be a great idea to go cycling along the river. I'm still partly on summer vacation - at least work has not started yet. So I wanted to spend a little time in the sunshine (and get naked if I could find a spot).

See caption below

'These photos were NOT taken yesterday, but it does accurately show the location and what the frisbee dudes might have looked like if I had gotten this close with a camera. The last one represents the kind of 'antics' - clowning around that was going on when one of the group was getting undressed/dressed - in particular, one of the cutest one was getting a whole lot of attention from some of the others guys).



So I headed out wearing as little as possible (bare chest, sandals, and a very thin pair of linen (almost mesh)short pants, which are very transparent when the sun shines through them. Well. to make a long story short, I got the river bank and floor zone bordering it and noticed a group of college age guys practicing frisbee. It was evidently a regular club that (hopefully) meets here every Sunday to polish their skills for frisbee soccer tournaments and exhibitions. One of the guys was wearing see-through athlete shorts that were more transparent than mine and you could see the outline of his smooth, muscular buttocks every time he bent over or jumped to catch the disk.
I was spellbound and regret not have a camera - they were too far away for a cellphone camera to show much. Finally, when they finished up practice, they started gathering to one corner of the field. Each one of the guys seemed to take his time getting out of his sweaty practice clothes, but they seemed to have timed their own 'strip' so that each one was the only one doing so at the time -- it was an amazing nude choreography too. Each was hold a small towel in front of this genital area, then he would use the other hand to slowly lower his shorts and in some case his lycra athletic tights or undewear, until he was completely nude -- there in broad daylight. The others seemed to caste glances or would otherwise cajole the naked one - or try to distract him from performing his 'laborious' task. One-handedly, he would find get all his clothes off, and then he would grab his boxers shorts or underpants, and step one foot at a time into them, and begin the slow process of pulling them up with one hand. The other hand was securing clasping his hidden cock and balls.

One of the cutest and also most enthusiastic players during practice was taking a very long time to get undressed. When he was finally naked and holding his towel coyly in front of his loins to cover his junk, several of the other guys started to joke around with him, engaging him with banter and wise-cracks, almost it seems in order to keep him naked as long as they could. He appeared to really be enjoying the extra attention and played right along for what I thought was a very long time. Admittedly, they were not doing so for my benefit since I was completely away from them on the far side of the field. But it was about 4:30pm and there were dozens of passers-by, cyclers, and families out for a Sunday afternoon stroll.... Most everyone (except me) was oblvious and probably rightly so. While blantant nudity and -- god forbid - even pubic hair is a no-no for publication in any broadcast or print media, casual nudity that is expected or necessary don't really send up alarms signals - as it might do so, if some guys has been stripping nude to get changed on a typical sport field in North America. Maybe people here don't notice, of maybe they just mind their own business or maybe they just see it (if at all) as a matter of necessity - since there are not public restrooms or changing rooms in the miles and miles of this public recreational area. How weird is that, duh?


Well.. I was fascinated as a I said even more. I watched and stared. My staring drew more attention from other pedestrians I noticed - instead of the fact that some cute college age guys were getting naked across the field . I wanted to see one of the last guys get undressed. He was the one who wasn't wearing much from the start - just those thin mesh shorts which I had spend 20 minutes drooling over earlier. He was actually the best frisbee thrower among them, and with his constant chatter and cajoling as the practice went along, I could also tell he was the 'alpha' male - the leader of the group or at least the most demonstrative and athletic. So its little wonder if did not mind showing off his ass (assests) *LOL* because he had no reason to be self-conscious about showing his sports talents and seemingly none about showing his physical prowess (and maybe his dominant male sexuality either - or so it was revealed later).

But damn.. if he didn't intend to change after all. He started putting on clothes, instead of removing them. I was very disappointed, but not for long. Although he was dressed, he was ready to call it day - at least, not until he had had some fun with that one cute frisbee teammate I described earlier.

When that cute one -- he was a bit shorter with a shorter haircut - maybe he's a new member in the group - was completely naked, the 'cool' one with the mesh shorts came over and just would not leave the cute one's butt alone. He tried smacking it, and hitting him his own small hand towel - undoubtedly soaked with sweat. Then - when they did not torment the cute one enough, he pulled that towel through the younger one's legs and tried pulling it up to give the cute boy a wedgie. The other guys took notice and joined in laughing. Some made grab-ass gestures of their own. I began to perceive that this had probably happened before in this group and may be it happened often to this cute guy- for the very reason that males use nudity among themselves (in a group often) as a form of affection or communication. It was also happened to this kid because he was good-looking, good-natured about the rough-house way he was 'affectionately' treated, and he had a nice really bubble butt that might be making some of his teammates horny - or at least it appeared that they couldn't seem to keep their hands off it.


Eventually, he was able to fight off his suitors --it was all in good-natured fun - as 'buddies' I'm sure they all accept each other and would not abuse one of their own- although perhaps not so true when they are outside the social boundaries the group or not in so public a place as they were now. However, it makes me wonder what goes on when there are two of them alone or sleeping over.

After everyone was dressed, they drifted off either individually, or in small groups; most were on foot and this meant that they had probably come here by train. The alpha-dude ended up getting on his scooter (50 cc moped) and scuddled off in another direction from the rest - with a loud shout to bid his mates farewell. He was the only one who had a vehicle evidently - although a couple of the guys had bicycles - once again underlining his status as the resident 'alpha' male. Most of them started leaving the flood zone that borders the Tama River, and serves as recreation area and provides grounds for various sports. They headed off toward the station - about a kilometer away. I noticed that the cute younger one had put on his khaki pants and a green t-shirt. They soon disappeared over the embankment, so I gathered up my stuff as started to head back toward where I live - also in that same general direction.

In the bike ride back, I'd forgotten about them with a few minutes and was planning whether I would go directly back home or not. When I got to the train station, I decided to park and ride to Shinjuku. I had to hold my bag in front of me, so as to make it harder for people oo see through my see-thru clothes. I guess you'd have to say I'm not really into flashing. (But that's another topic). I was pleasantly surprised to see a single guy with a green t-shirt waiting in front of the steps to the train station (the entrance goes underground to the wickets and then once through, you climb back up stairs inside station to the platforms - one on either side for the tracks, which are at ground level in this part of the rail line. I was glad. I would finally get a good look at the face that was the other end of a really beautiful male behind. By the way, it's really not that odd to see Japanese mens' butts -- there are actually many chances and for some reason that I won't try to explain now... the butt is not considered a private or sexual part of the human anatomy ...like is say .. the genitals and by association the pubic hair are considered.



There is little wonder then that ass photos can be easily be seen in lots of places -- in fact, I happy to say it can be very stimulating for someone (like me) who has a strong fixation on the male arse (butt / buttocks) -- like the ones I have collected and displayed on this blog - here in this posting and many others.



I noticed that he seemed to be waiting and therefore turned one way and then another, in doing so he caught a glimpse of me approaching. After looking away, he turned back in my direction again and took a better look. I almost said something to him -- like "Hey, your face looks even better than your butt, dude. " But he would probably not make the connection --and consider me some pervert freak. Instead, I just smiled and glanced back as I descended the stairs. He was watching me - Yes! I don't know if it was my clothes that had caught his attention. Or it may have been the fact that I looked at him and smiled - actually, that is a rare kind of social behavior in this country. People normally have a very closed and impersonal demeanor in public and particularly where interacting with complete strangers is concerned. Then again, it crossed my mind -- that he 'knew' what I was probably thinking about him too --the memories of his fantastic ass and the way he had genuinely seemed to enjoy showing it off in public and especially to his teammates in the frisbee club. Perhaps, he had seen me watching him and his buddies. My 'staring' could have a topic or conversation - or perhaps, he'd only done his long strip and butt-antics just to tease the old pervert whom they had all noticed. It was possibly something that happened often during their team practices. And maybe it will again.

As I bought a train ticket, I peered up and could still see him waiting. He kept glancing down in my direction - although he was obviously waiting for someone (one of his teammates was probably picking up something at the grocery or at the ATM across the street). I kept wondering why. I was hoping he'd descend the stairs and get on the same train and in same car (well. I'd make sure of that), then I'd have fun. I would 'flirt' with him from a distance and try to get him to look at my own form of flashing - another kind of kinky communication that may not be so unlike the mating dance of the male frisbee warriors I had just witnessed a little while earlier.

The photos below are representative and also illustrates the type of behavior (male bonding / posturing and clowning around) that uses nakedness (a bit different connotation than the world 'nudity') that I am describing and observing in groups of males, in particular Japanese men.



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Ironic Airport Encounter - Helping out a Teen

My plane dropped into PHX airport on Dec 31 at 9:30am and while waiting for my connecting flight to San Deigo, I met this very cute (and apparently str8) high school teen boy-jock next to me in the airport lounge. He started the conversation because there was a lone sparrow flying aroud in the waiting area. He was also going to San Diego but was on stand-by... without much hope of getting home until an evening flight (according to the US Airways ground staff).

We kept talking - I was in a generous and talkative mood.. he seemed to be a geniunely sweet kid and showed interest when I mentioned where I was travelling from (and to). We got into a conversation about his future career possibilities and I encouraged him to consider trying to actualize his dreams and to actually get into medical school - not just sports therapy. His parents had sent to Phoenix for a week-long professional league baseball camp. He is still a sophomore in high school. We also got on the topic of gun control and he was claiming that Arizona' less strict gun control laws and restrictions on private citizens owning and bearing arms were a much stronger deterrent to illegal hand guns than in his native state of California. We were both enjoying the lively banter... and the sparrow still kept flying around -- in and among all the busy in the busy airport lounger - to our amusement.

A bit later, the airline gate staff called for anybody who had no checked luggage and who would be willing to give up their seat to go on another flight (actually an earlier one that had been delayed in departing). I told the kid (Steven age 15) that I was going to go on that flight so that he could get a seat. I was just about ready to adopt him when he said that he wanted to come with me (nothing 'sexual' intended I presume). He followed me up to the other gate but I made him go back and stay with the flight that had his bag. He kept saying he enjoyed talking to me...... I was very flattered.

So after a rather long and unanticipated wait again on the jetway, this plane eventually departed and the again still-further delayed flight reached San Diego only a few minutes before the one that Steven (hopefully) was on.
I couldn't help striking up a conversation with the woman next to me. She and her daughter were returning from a visit to her family (parents) in Phoenix and she had only been able to get this flight - since evidently everything was completely booked all day long to San Diego. We figured it probably had something to do with increased air travel to the greater LA area for the New Year's Day Rose Parades (and / or Bowl games). This plane was supposed to have departed at 8:45 or so, but due to mechanical trouble (Uh oh!) it had been delayed until a nearly 11:00am departure. Now I was sitting on it, and waiting impatiently for it to depart, wondering if Steven, the high school hottie (he makes Zac Efron look like a dork). Oh well.. I wondered if I should have encouraged him to come along and catch this flight - instead of taking a chance that my giving up my flight on that flight would actually benefit him. There seemed to be plenty of extra seats on this flight. I could have insisted (as Premier Exec) that Steven's bag be pulled and that he get on this flight with me -- so we would have had a chance to get to know each other better. He really was a sweet, affable young man. He dreamed of being an athlete, but he was also realistic about his chances of becoming a professional one. So his 'backup' career was to become a sports injury rehabilitation therapist. Maybe the idea of massaging injured athletes' muscled legs and bulky arms or broken bones was appealing to him.. the thought of which certainly got my juices stirring.

When the plan was landing, I realized that my other flight should be landing at about the same time. Although I thought better of it (for a moment), I know I just had to find out if he had made it or not to San Diego on that flight. So I asked at the gate where we deplaned and found out what gate his planed had landed at. By the time I got there, the passengers had already disembarked so I ran to baggage claim.
There he was waiting around the baggage carousel for his bags.. It first he appeared not to notice me or to not recognize me.. but I waved anyway. I seemed strange that he would look surprised to see me. Then it dawned that he was actually worried to see me. He'd changed this shirt (maybe just taken off his team jersey) and removed his baseball cap - more like he was trying to disguise himself. It made me realize that his parents had probably warned him of the possibilty of a my being a stalker or a child molestor roaming the airport in Phoenix, trying to pick up teen boys.
Maybe it wasn't anything like that at all... since he probably had assumed my earlier 'flight' had arrived long ago -- well before his. So maybe he figured that I had been waiting (stalking) for him a good while at San Diego Airport. But, in reality, our planes had landed just minutes apart.

Despite all these thoughts flashing through my head, I knew I really done what I did for him - as a selfless act of charity. I wasn't going to let his possibility miscontruing my actions or intentions prevent me from greeting him. I didn't let those fears deter me...so I came up to him smling and told him I just want to know if he'd make it safely and on that flight. I explained that my flight did leave Phoenix until just little while before his - so that why we landed just minutes apart. He seemed pre-occupied. Maybe he was afraid I'd grab him. He was not the same boy who had so easily and self-confidently spoken to me just a couple of hours before.
He kind of stumbled as if he didn't know what to say.. and I shook his hand and said goodbye, and good luck. There was not even a word of polite gratitude. I know my 'act of kindess' was probably not that critical -- maybe a lot of people had given up their seats and changed flights or whatever. So he might very well have be able to catch it as a stand-by passenger.

I felt I learned a slightly bittersweet lesson. People can accept the act of a good Samaratin, but they don't actually appreciate the Samaratin coming back to seek any recognition or acknowledgement.

It was strange how an act of kindness can sometimes be misconstrued. I don't have any real evidence that he felt that way - -but it seemed so apparent in his reaction to seeing me suddenly appear in San Deigo. He looked shocked or suddenly fearful. I just knew he was thinking the worst was about to happen.

Later that night when I returned to the airport to continue by journey is when I discovered that my red-eye flight to Chicago had been cancelled, I thought to myself "No good deed goes unpunished."

I hadn't told anyone this story - and just remembered it when I thought of Abe (some I know who lives in Phoenix - an online-only acquaintance) whom I accidently found that as a friend of a friend on a popular social networking site). I told him by e-mail privately but later decided to write it as a blog entry because it also strikes at the root of something that really bothers me about American society - the Victimization of the American Teen. We hear nothing more powerfully damaging to our psycho-social status (as gay males) than to be lumped into a category of CHILD MOLESTER. The fear of 'child molestation' is now so pandemic that it is affects how ALL men and women either as parents, teachers, or just innocent bystanders are treating (or ignoring) the education and socialization of children, adolescents and young adults.

I will some day write more about this issue, but for now, I'll solemnly ponder the importance of this experience, but remain confident that I had no ill intent in mind. In the end, the good Samaritan should be honest with himself if he really is to be a good neighbor.

Perhaps, the young man had realized something about himself (or about others - such as the stranger who had 'helped' him ) that he had not wanted to know. Maybe he was afraid that his enthusiasm for meeting an erudite and ebullient older man who was intriguing and also intrigued by him had come across as something more than it should have. Supposition serves only to make things more confused - in the end. Yet, the difference in his behavior and attitude between the two locations was strikingly stark. I wonder if he has ever told anyone about that flight. Maybe exactly because he had done so, that was the reason his attitude changed so much. I can just hear what his mother might have warned him when he told her by phone about the 'nice' man at the airport in Phoenix.
Fri, June 15, 2012 - 9:52 PM — permalink - 1 comments - add a comment

My college freshman student is a gay porn star


I discovered completely by accident that one of my college students has acted in a gay porn video that was just released this month. It amazed me because he is so totally innocent looking and really sweet. He does noy seem to realize that people might be bothered if they found out. I am not going admit this to anyone on this side of the Pacific, but I am dying to go find and purchase the DVD and perv over this kid (18 or 19).
I can't let on that I even know because he'd have more than enough reasons to out me as gay or even worse, as someone who sexually harrassed or blackmailed him if his secret ever got out. Somehow knowing that he probably used what he earned from his gay porn debut to help pay his college tuition actually makes me respect him.

See the full gallery of photos on one of my blogs:
sunbuns99.typepad.com/blog/20...tar.html

I may end up respecting more than his acting ability once I see what he does on the DVD and how good at sucking and fucking on screen he performs. I know of at least two other former porns stars who are now college students in the US. I imagine there are professors and fellow students who actually recognize them as gay sex performers. Hey, should I start a campus fan club for my pervy little boi slut?




NEW!
On June 1, the website for the gay porn studio released some
screen shots and also a promotional video clip from the
Power Grip 161 DVD.
My current student, one of 34 other in a required freshmen
English class, plays a pretty big part.
He's shown at the beginning being stripped, fondled and then sucked
by an older staffer wearing sunglasses,
and then appears again in the final sex scene,
where he plays the top, who fucks another twink.

You can see those media at:

Photo Gallery
www.coat.co.jp/gallery/12.../index.html
Video Clip:
www.coat.co.jp/trailer/1206/pg161_.html

Info about the DVD in Japanese
www.coat.co.jp/p/view.php

Wed, June 13, 2012 - 4:42 PM — permalink - 0 comments - add a comment

Memories of youth hostelling, and the joys of naked boys on road or rail trips


For those who are interested, here are our members' memories of youth hostelling, and the joys of naked boys on road or rail trips.

[ Note from Kelly (sunbuns), blog editor: The stories below are from email group exchanges on the YMNA, Young Men's Nudist Association, a Google group. The longest ones are written by David or atitlan, moderator of the group. I also have written many times about this topic, and find the situations one encounters in hostels to be wonderful ways to get to know people and find out things about oneself in the process. ]

If you wanted to travel when I was a teenager, it was either unaffordable - and lonely - hotel rooms or it was youth hostels, which were cheap and always had people to talk to. I stayed in numerous youth hostels in Britain, Germany, Austria, Italy and Israel. No two were alike. They might be a 16-bedded farmhouse in the middle of nowhere or a huge city building with dorms each holding 100. A hot shower was a luxury only some offered; at other hostels it might be a cold-water morning wash from a basin. There were chores to be done. At one mountain hostel I had to go out and gather wood so in the evening we could huddle around a welcome fire with only gas lanterns to take us to bed.

A real feeling of cameraderie could build up. Strangers became fast friends, particularly if they met up again at another hostel later on. When I was 17, I hitch-hiked up to Scotland and found myself constantly bumping into a handsome dark-haired French lad of the same age. His name was Thierry and he wanted to be a brain surgeon. One evening I persuaded him and a girl to go for a walk in the forest outside our Scottish castle hostel. I still remember the intense look he gave me and the feeling of his hand on my shoulder but we were not alone, nothing happened and we never met again.

I am not sure why you were told all Americans slept nude because that was not my experience of Americans in youth hostels. I slept nude and so did some of the others in the male dorms but most seemed to wear what we in Britain call y-fronts. These did not hide much when it was time to get up, with morning erections producing tent poles. Lying on a bottom bunk, I would find it difficult not to laugh when the top bunk occupant clambered down, his tented underwear only inches from my face. I always preferred the top bunk to sleep naked.......

The oddest thing about the dorms was the casual nudity. Because we as strangers got to know each other so quickly, we would carry on conversations in the dorm. I remember in Italy a young cyclist with a pleasant but not handsome face getting undressed while talking to me, only for this ugly duckling to turn into a swan. He was hiding a spectacular swimmer's muscled physique. He then stood there naked and full-frontal until he had finished what he wanted to tell me.

My most eye-popping experience of youth hostel nudity came when I was backpacking around Israel. I was staying next to the Dead Sea, alone in a long line of
inter-connected communal showers after a sticky day on a bus through the West Bank. Suddenly the shower room was invaded by a dozen American 16 year-olds looking very fit in their white towels. These were quickly discarded and it became clear they were far more dirty than me, covered in mud from a caving expedition. They were full of excited chatter about the events of the day. I was unsure where to look. With difficulty, I averted my gaze and got back to washing myself. Until that is I was aware of three of them crowding around and almost touching me. Please could I tell them how to turn the showers on, they had never seen a faucet like these. So I had to give them a demonstration. A testing time!

The attached pictures try to convey some of this. A few of the hostels could be old and basic, like the first photo, others might be more comfortable like the second. The third image illustrates the cameraderie. The fourth an impression of what it was like huddled together in those open showers.

atitlan


On Wed, 13 Apr 2011 22:03 +0200, Fred wrote:

{These] bring back happy memories. I was very young in the early 70´s - before the interrail - lifting around Europe - living in Youth Hostels! In a way when the world still was innocent for a young man. Think of some stories but probably a bit off-topic - f.i. how I was taught that all Americans sleep nude (at the Youth Hostel in Hannover) .... I would love to hear stories from your days meeting guys a bit more simple as today...

Sorry for my English - not my native language ....


Same experience here, Atitlan. I traveled much of Europe via International Youth Hostel Association. In more cases than not, the hostels were reasonably modern with large dorm areas -- a dozen or more sleeping areas in a room. Even those which were older, and re-structured from former usages (large homes, etc.) had shared accommodation with "total strangers". Nudity -- and by that, I mean, non-sexual and comfortable nudity -- was common: changing clothing, sleeping, showering and traveling to-from the showers. Conversations like, "I have 60 Swedish kroner. They're worth just a little more than a French franc. I'm leaving early in the morning on the ferry and won't be able to get to a bank. Do you have enough francs to exchange for me?" were conducted nude, and the exchange made.
Admittedly, this was in the 1960's and 70's. It was definitely a "different time" from today's common "shame in nudity".
Alic

---------- Another Forwarded response to the above messages ----------

Well, thank you Fred! For those who are interested, here is my memory of youth hostelling.

If you wanted to travel when I was a teenager, it was either unaffordable - and lonely - hotel rooms or it was youth hostels, which were cheap and always had people to talk to. I stayed in numerous youth hostels in Britain, Germany, Austria, Italy and Israel. No two were alike. They might be a 16-bedded farmhouse in the middle of nowhere or a huge city building with dorms each holding 100. A hot shower was a luxury only some offered; at other hostels it might be a cold-water morning wash from a basin. There were chores to be done. At one mountain hostel I had to go out and gather wood so in the evening we could huddle around a welcome fire with only gas lanterns to take us to bed.

A real feeling of cameraderie could build up. Strangers became fast friends, particularly if they met up again at another hostel later on. When I was 17, I hitch-hiked up to Scotland and found myself constantly bumping into a handsome dark-haired French lad of the same age. His name was Thierry and he wanted to be a brain surgeon. One evening I persuaded him and a girl to go for a walk in the forest outside our Scottish castle hostel. I still remember the intense look he gave me and the feeling of his hand on my shoulder but we were not alone, nothing happened and we never met again.

I am not sure why you were told all Americans slept nude because that was not my experience of Americans in youth hostels. I slept nude and so did some of the others in the male dorms but most seemed to wear what we in Britain call y-fronts. These did not hide much when it was time to get up, with morning erections producing tent poles. Lying on a bottom bunk, I would find it difficult not to laugh when the top bunk occupant clambered down, his tented underwear only inches from my face. I always preferred the top bunk to sleep naked.......

The oddest thing about the dorms was the casual nudity. Because we as strangers got to know each other so quickly, we would carry on conversations in the dorm. I remember in Italy a young cyclist with a pleasant but not handsome face getting undressed while talking to me, only for this ugly duckling to turn into a swan. He was hiding a spectacular swimmer's muscled physique. He then stood there naked and full-frontal until he had finished what he wanted to tell me.

My most eye-popping experience of youth hostel nudity came when I was backpacking around Israel. I was staying next to the Dead Sea, alone in a long line of
inter-connected communal showers after a sticky day on a bus through the West Bank. Suddenly the shower room was invaded by a dozen American 16 year-olds looking very fit in their white towels. These were quickly discarded and it became clear they were far more dirty than me, covered in mud from a caving expedition. They were full of excited chatter about the events of the day. I was unsure where to look. With difficulty, I averted my gaze and got back to washing myself. Until that is I was aware of three of them crowding around and almost touching me. Please could I tell them how to turn the showers on, they had never seen a faucet like these. So I had to give them a demonstration. A testing time!

The attached pictures try to convey some of this. A few of the hostels could be old and basic, like the first photo, others might be more comfortable like the second. The third image illustrates the cameraderie. The fourth an impression of what it was like huddled together in those open showers.

atitlan

stay bare
atitlan
Sat, May 26, 2012 - 5:15 PM — permalink - 0 comments - add a comment

Staying in London: gay vacations


If the hostels are booked up - depending on the season they can actually be full; remember, they may have a last-minute opening when you arrive. There are actually dozens of hostels.. so keep looking.

Why not stay out all night. You probably would enjoy doing that. If you store your bag, then you can just go out or a show and then check out the bars, clubs and maybe baths. Speaking of gay baths/saunas...

I suggest you try Pleasuredrome. It's very near Waterloo Station (under the tracks actually). www.pleasuredrome.com/ If you have a bigger bag, then you can probably check it at the train station or put in in a locker or short-term storage .

Pleasuredrome (often mistakenly referred to as Pleasuredome) is a gay sauna (and sex club. You get a locker for 15 pounds for 12 hours (no exiting so take-in food), and it's possible to pay extra to rent a deluxe room (3 pounds for 3 hours). These rooms are supposedly for some private sex, but you could use it to sleep in (if you're tired).
If you go to their website, you can get a 5 pounds discount on the entry fee by joining their mailing list.

So it's nearly as cheap as a hostel and you'll be in a place where you can fuck your brains out.

What else did you book a trip to London for, after all? (Just kidding.. but still it's worth a visit - even if you DO find a place for the 19th)

I was there in March while visiting London). I stayed at the London Generator Hostel -- which was booked full for my visit. However, I checked out Hotels.com -- yes, Hotels.com NOT hostels.com. I was able to find a bed in London Generator Hostel at an even lower nightly rate.

Cheers,
Kelly
Thu, May 17, 2012 - 3:05 PM — permalink - 0 comments - add a comment

Nudist Travel in Spain Part II: Advice for the Adventurous LBGT Traveler

Nudism on beaches in Spain is very much alive and well, and hardly confined to the recreational pursuits of gay men. There is a wide audience across the nation for naturism (FKK) beaches.

Of course, where you find a nude beach, you may also find men who are out and about cruising for anonymous sex. It's simply what comes with the territory -- so to speak.

Like has been mentioned above, there are clothing optional beaches all over Spain. Sometimes, they are just outside (a kilometer or 2 beyond) the famous textile (bathing suits required) beaches.


For example, near Gandia, south of Valencia, is a pristine white sand beach. But just up coast about 800 m is the clothing optional section (a bit further and behind that is the so-called 'gay beach'). I suspect that a similar layout falls many of the seaside beaches throughout Spain and it is also more or less similar in many other European nations, particularly where the beautiful sea is bathed in warm sunshine, such as Portugal, Italy, Southern France, Croatia, etc (and in some cooler climates as well, The Netherlands and Northern Germany, Norway and Sweden, too.) Even Austria and Czech Republic have their 'baden' where men and women bath and lie out naked to sun themselves at communal baths (although very far from any ocean).


My personal favorite one is Spain is Maspolamas and Playa del Ingles on the southern end of Gran Canaria (one of the Canary Islands). It's also a popular gay resort destination too (in the cooler months of the year Nov- April). In the summer, Gran Canaria is a (fairly) cheap beach vacation for many middle-class families from Europe so there are few gay vacations at that time. I say 'fairly cheap' because I spent far less to travel there and stay than many of the UK/Northern Europe visitors seemed to do. After leaving GC, I visited London. I couldn't believe the prices in British pounds that were being asked for a full travel package to GC (or other Canary Island resorts).

You can make out much cheaper by buying each piece separately: flights (on a discounted carrier), hotel or apartment accommodation with a kitchen, then cook yourselves and eat out cheaply). There is ample bus transportation around the island and back and forth to the airport (LPA) - without getting one of the very pricey tour packages that includes so-called 4-5 star accommodations and a full board meal plan.
Such price restrictions also put a limit on what you can do while you are on the island since meal service is planned for certain limited times. The Yumbo Centre only gets really going for gay night life until after 10pm at night. Thus making breakfast from 7:30-9am a bummer for most gay singles and couples who visit the island.

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I just posted a long piece about Nudism in Spain (see another topic here under Travel forum).
You can also see my former post about gay travel and gay resorts at:


www.justusboys.com/forum/bl...unbuns99/


Just to be brief, my list of favorites gay destinations is:


Gran Canaria (in Spain's Canary Islands)
London (you can do a lot of gay stuff indoors and also have the world's best travel destination as your playground too).
Provincetown (in the summer)
San Francisco, including Russian River Valley (and / or Napa Valley) for wineries
Amsterdam (and gay beaches on the coast)
Palm Springs
Fort Lauderdale (or Key West), Florida
Paris
Southern France (from Nice to Montpellier to Carasonne - offers quite a lot in the way both gay travel, nudism, and natural, cultural and historical sights).
Spain: Madrid, Barcelona/ Sitges Southern Spain
Basque Country (Bilbao - less gay but amazing scenery and sightseeing)
Czech Republic
Munich or Berlin (both are great)

This post was created following a post by person on a different discussion board from Atlanta, who wanted to get some travel advice about taking an 'exciting gay vacation." But I had to remind him that Atlanta itself has some very nice gay places: Swinging Richard's, and Flex Atlanta to name two of them. Sometimes, we miss the best of what we should find in our own back yard. (smile).

and the list goes on.....
If you have some travel advice, then you can contribute it on the appropriate tribe or include it in a comment to this Tribe blog post.
Also from time to time, I will repost with these new added content and also include more than just one photo at:

www.justusboys.com/forum/bl...unbuns99/

May the sun mostly shine at your next destination,

Kelly
Tue, April 24, 2012 - 2:19 PM — permalink - 0 comments - add a comment

A night of splendid sexual and erotic stimulation: Atlanta Flex and Swinging Richard's

I just got back home from an extended vacation/business/family visit. I was able to visit several cool places and some gay saunas & bath houses, too.

Most recently was Flex Atlanta. Abe (above) reports that the one is Phoenix was too dark for his tastes; however, Flex Atlanta was quite different. Actually, it was one of the more exciting ones I've been to in a while - although it was just a Tuesday night in Atlanta.

I was impressed most by the size and layout of the place. For me, being able to sunbathe nude and erect, or to have sex outdoors is a big turn on.

Flex Atlanta is a little known enclave that can boast an outdoors lawn with chaise lounges just next to a busy expressway (I-75) and almost in the shadow for the Olympic Torch Monument and several skyscrapers. I did wonder a bit if the people in the high rises could (or would) actually be looking down on Flex's sexual garden. The staff was helpful and friendly; there was free Internet access (although I don't think free wifi), and both a gym and pool (although the water condition was excellent it was nice to swim in later March, and sunbathe naked in the afternoon. The place didn't get hopping but it had free parking and also in-out privileges, twice in the 8-hour that your entrance fee pays for. There's an Arby's at the corner so you can get food before entering or take a break to go for take out.

The cost was quite good too compared to other baths. ($15 or $20 rooms, $10 lockers but 50% off on Tuesdays) although there is an additional day membership (or longer more economical ones, too). There is a large glory hole section, a lounge and exercise gym, but not much secluded open space to watch the 3-4 porn videos constantly playing except in the hallways. The showers, steam and dry saunas are adequate but a bit old and most people wore sandals because I suspect that athlete's foot fungus abounds. There are many places to sit either except inside the saunas or outside, although there is a small semi-secluded smoking area near the entrance.
It's really worth a try if you are in the Atlanta area. I am wondering now if they will rent out the facility or at least parts of it for a private gatherings, like an club orgy or maybe a CMNM sexual role-play event - just a thought.

However, what makes it a must-return sexual rendezvous for me was the fact that I could stay the night and also use one of my two out privileges (leaving the place without giving up the room) and visit Swinging Richard's all-male strip bar about 15 minutes away by car. Tuesdays is also reduced entry to Swinging Richard's and you'll more then enjoy the hot beefy hunks, chocolate skinned thugs, manly dudes and cute twinks who dance until very late (3 am?) and eager offer to give you public lap dances at your table, semi-private and also very private lap dances.

I have to say that I really appreciate the dance naked Tucker. He wasn't all that young but he seemed so totally geniune and liked what he was doing unlike several of the male dancers. Tucker has an unbelievable smile and charm about him that have kept up his popularity even while his body is showing the signs of advancing gradually to his middle years. More importantly, he has a good personality and seems to know how to please men without being condescending or pretentious. I wasn't drunk at all so I'm NOT raving about Tucker from the effects of a drunk stupor. There were also quite a few men of color: Black, Hispanic and maybe even Middle Eastern (or Greek). Tucker is blond, VGL, and white, but I don't hold that against him (smile). The two young 18+ twinks were really hot, but once I had tasted Tucker's manly desires (no I didn't go for the private lap dance ($140 minimum for 15 minutes), I simply could not even look at the other boys, except, of course, when they were on stage in various stages of undress until full nudity (some of the dancers did not go for the Full Monty). I hope Tucker hears about this and reads my review. Contact me if you do. I'd love to take a raincheck on a separate date with you, Tucker.

Read more reviews elsewhere about Swinging Richard's. I thoroughly enjoyed being rubbed and fondled by a naked hunky man in the VIP lounge. Yes, it's all about cash.. but I admit that it was incredibly fun spending it in this way. I was certainly heated up by the time I returned for a late-night fuck-a-thon back again at Flex. Not surprisingly, there was plenty of sexually unsatisfied men who had hung around until 8am so that I had plenty of reason to get up and get more action from 6am-8am the day I left Atlanta fully satisfied with many blowjobs (given and gotten) and plenty of ass too (yes, both ways). The guy who brought me off early Wed morning wanted to get fucked through a glory hole. I'm glad he did because I had done the same thing with a stocky Mexican dude in the outdoor garden 8 hours earlier.


I can't wait to plan another sex trip to Atlanta again. Want join me this summer, August 2012?
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Long international trip March 8 - 31

It's almost St. Patrick's Day and I'm spending my days on sunny Gran Canaria. I'll write about it later. On Saturday I'm going to London to spend the weekend. I'll be in the united states on Tuesday the 20th.

I might be in a city near you.

Cheers,
Kelly
Thu, March 15, 2012 - 7:21 AM — permalink - 3 comments - add a comment

My first trip to Bali: Indonesia at its best and its worst, and finally most realistic

[Updated on Dec 1, 2012]

On January 2nd - 8th, 2012, I spent my first vacation in Bali, one of the Indonesia islands that gets millions of foreign tourists. It was a very interesting and enlightening trip. I went scuba diving on two different days at two different locations - once among the soft corals of Mendanjan Island in the far northwest, and also dived about the ruins of the USS Liberty, an American cargo ship torpedoed in Indonesia waters by a Japanese submarine on January 11, 1942 (70 years ago today as I write this). Because it did not sink, it was docked at Tulamben,
where the 1963 eruption of Mt. Agung caused it to be rolled into the sea just off shore.

I visited several gorgeous Hindu temples, including Tanah Lot Temple, a picturesque Hindu temple built in the 16th century on a huge rock 100 meters off Bali's west coast, and surrounded by water during the high tides. I took two days of a private tour, one arranged by a the driver from my hotel, Villa Layang Bulan, and the other conducted by my scuba instructor. We took very scenic drives over small roads overlooking beautiful rice terraces. One of these brought me to the mountain village of Kintamani, which offers spectacular views of Lake Batur and the volcano. We stopped by the Elephant Cave or "Goa Gajah", a hermitage from the 11th century, used by both Buddhists and HIndus, where a huge collapsed statute of Buddha lies in ruins among the fresh water spring that opened when it fell (presumably due to an earthquake).

I took in a traditional Monkey Forest visit, where these socially astute creatures can be quite agressive in search of food. I visited the town of Ubud, where I stayed in a beautiful villa boutique hotel that seemed more like a temple itself. Ubud is the largest aritsan town in central Bali, where I shopped for silver and gold jewelry, ornate wood carvings and all kinds of souvenirs. I visited its temples and also attended a kechak dance and fire dance performance that evening, after running to it soaking wet in one of the daily rainstorms. There wasn't constant rain - except for my very last day. Generally, it was sunny with scattered clouds. If it rained, it usually came on quickly and didn't last long (15 minutes to an hour). Temperatures ranged from a cool 18 at night and even cooler in the higher altitudes to a high of 30 or more in the daytime.
I ate chicken noodle (mee ayam) and sate (kebabs with peanut soy sauce) at a roadside warung (portable eater). I enjoyed my visit to hhe Mother Temple at Besakih, Bali's most holy and the largest Hindu temple, built in the 11th century. It's built on the slopes of Mount Agung at an altittude of 1000 meters.

The people I met were perhaps one of the most interesting of Bali's features. I'll hold off telling about them until I get else confessed.

I needed to make it clear from the start that I did enjoy my first visit to Bali. From what I tell after, you may get the impression that there wasn't so much that I didn't like about Bali. That's far from the truth. It's different from many places I have been - but probably not so different from most. There's much about the island that is beautiful, exciting, and attractive, but I would be totally honest if I omitted telling that I was also disappointed by some aspects of Bali: its crowded roads, the heavy commercialization, the level of street smarts needed to get things done, the deceptive friendliness of the people, and the heavy religiosity practiced everywhere.

While none of these problems was unique to Bali -- perhaps they are not so much 'problems' as different approaches to live and interpersonal communication to which I was not accustomed -- and can be found in many places. However, you hope to be able to relax on a vacation without having to be constantly hassled by these societal contraints. While I was able to relax to a large degree, there was an undercurrent of tension with all of the complaints mentioned above that it sometimes was difficult to overcome negative feelings.

First, let me explain. I went to Bali - mainly as an escape from cold winter weather. Secondly, it was also intended to be a sex vacation. I had heard stories about how wild Bali could be - at least, those stories of wild gay abandon with some muscled brown bodies of hunky Indonesian men loomed large in my consciousness before arriving on the island.

The person who make a big impression was a beautiful Balinese man with whom I fell in love. Surya was my diving instructor. Although he knew I was gay (I had signed up with a gay travel site and was staying at a gay hotel), he himself was straight, married and expecting his first child at the end of this month. I don't think I'm being deluded to say that he actually teased me quite a lot. His boss, the owner of the dive shop is gay (also non-Indonesian). Surya, no doubt, knew the effect his body, voice, eyes and hands were having on my psyche, but he played that out to his advantage as he kept hinting that he could make himself available if the price were right. I'm not quite sure he had anything more in mind than a regular back rub (oil massage), but it certainly sounded like he could be persuaded to do more or even let me do more. However, he insisted that he had never done such a thing before and had not, in fact, ever had an intimate conversation with any of his clients before. I don't actually know if he was telling me the truth or not - although I have no reason to doubt him and plenty of reasons to believe that he told the truth.

It started innocently enough. He came over from the second boat when we were having lunch and sat down next to me to eat his meal. He asked if I might be interested in going out for another's day diving later in the week, but - at the point - I was already tired and just wanted to explore the beaches and the area around Kuta / Seminyak (the gay area of Bali) more so I said I wouldn't be interested. After we returned to shore after our second dive, we were all getting packed up and ready to go. I needed to change out of my small bikini swimsuit (actually it was see-thru if you looked carefully). I knew Surya was going to be the person who drove the van back to Kuta Beach so I mentioned to him that I was going to go get changed. He dropped what he was doing and offered to show me where I could get a shower at the small shop about 100 meters up the dirt road. When we got there, I pull off my swimsuit and showered naked next to him. I was hoping he would take off his own boardshorts, but he didn't. It was the kind of spontaneous CMNM experience that I had been craving, and which I suspect that Surya knew full well was making me more and more attracted to him. He casually showered himself next to me, glancing down from time to time to look at my cock and balls. I feigned innocence because, in reality, it was nothing more than just a shower with a fellow diver. After showering, he moved into the toilet, where I supposed he changed into this street clothes, as I did in an adjoining changing room.


Playing around with a gay guy would be a dilemma for Surya since he was very cognizant of needing the money because of his wife's having a baby (and stopping her work), but also he told me of his good friend from his hometown whom he had grown up with. He told how that friend had allowed himself to be used as a 'kept boy' for a older rich Frenchmen, who even now visits the island every six months, lavishing gifts that included a house and car on his friend who is also married, but still engages in sex with the older 'daddy'. The moral and economic dilemma seemed to weigh heavily on my Surya's mind. He joked with me about his being available for a nude massage for 2.5 million rupiah, but in the end, he could not find the guts or perhaps I should say -- he finally held out with the strength of good character -- to simply say he was joking, and not really interested. But I suspect he had been sorely tempted - not by my looks, but because I felt that he sensed he could trust me more than he had been able to do with any of client.
Moreover, he really did seem to get pleasure from my words of praise about his looks, his character, and his expertise at diving instruction. When I told him something nice about his looks or character, he would smile broadly and repeat, "I like that very much."

Surya often asked, "Will you be dreaming of me when you return home?" I could only heartily agree that I will dream about Surya for a long time to come. I really loved watching him - his dark coffee-colored skin was a joy to behold. He had wavy jet black hair, a broad smile of white teeth, and wide shoulders and brawny arms, yet not overly muscled or brutish. His voice was godly and he is surely the great grandson of some powerful Hindu god.


[Post in progress - to be completed later ] January 12, 2012

December 1, 2012 It's been a good while. I've digested more of my Bali trip experiences, and forgotten much, but recently, an insight came to me, when I saw an explicit photo I had posted about that time related to my trip.

people.tribe.net/sunbuns/p...0cea6d3a0c (You must be logged in and my Tribe 'friend' to see).

The explicit sexual scene in the photo (linked above) is what I imagined happening with my Balinese scuba divemaster would have me do that for him (suck his beautiful brown rod). He's the one I described in a blog entry (see above). I am pretty sure he had cock like the one being worshipped in the photo, or at least, that's what he wanted me to believe (smile).

Unfortunately, I never got to actually see it, much less do this to it. Nevertheless, I do have very fond memories of a brief few days together. He's actually a great guy - even if he's caught between wanting what he knows he can't have and being a good son, father, and provider for his family. The specter of sexual 'favors' in exchange for cash is probably one that haunts good-looking men in developing (and developed) nations around the globe, particularly where the economic spheres collide - as is the case in much of the tourism industry. By comparison, we tourists appear to be decadently rich to those who live from day-to-day with only the bare necessities -- which can be quite enough for a 'good' life. However, when their lives and amenities are held up against the background of Western-style luxury hotels, and jet-setting jaunts around the globe, there is more than mere penis envy at play between the Western elderly 'gentleman' and the dark-skinned native son, who 'serves' himself up for the guest's pleasure -- at times, literally.

While I say that I would have done this (fellatio or even more) to S.G., I am also proud of him for resisting the temptation and tarnishing his own image of himself. Yet, it may simply be that I didn't offer him enough for selling out his honor.

A few weeks ago, I wrote to him on Facebook. Simply to say hello and to ask about his family, as he and his wife had been expecting their first child back in early February after my visit to Bali. There is still no answer. I'll not press the matter. Things may have changed completely for Gusti. Hopefully, for the better.... but perhaps he's ensconced in a new apartment with a new car and source of 'side' income, being the on-call night-stand boy for some droopy-eyed gentleman faggot. But probably not.. he's had likely returned to his family's land in the north of the island to cultivate crops, and to assume the position of future patriarch a noble and old religious family, descendants of the Hindu gods.

Adieu, Gusti, and bonne chance.
Wed, January 11, 2012 - 4:08 PM — permalink - 2 comments - add a comment
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