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Original posting: gear_happy
03 Nov 2011, 00:03
Ok here goes... I have this fantasy of getting a physical exam by a hot doctor or male nurse. I'm told to undress and then am examined / touched all over. I'll probably pop a boner and be a little embarrassed about it, and it would be so hot to see the outlines of a boner in the doctor's or nurse's pants.
However, the obvious problem is finding said medical professionals to play out this fantasy with, since it's likely a liability issues. So... I'm kind of at a dead-end and not quite sure how to proceed. Maybe there's a site somewhere that caters to this? I don't know... just throwing it out there to see if anyone could at least point me in a direction.
Follow up: body2205
03 Nov 2011, 00:08
I love that idea too. I've always had a thing for being examined by a doctor...
Follow up: pdquesnell
03 Nov 2011, 01:41
It is all mostly the realm of fantasy...
However, before I met my partner he had an experience worthy of a short story. He had prostatitis. The doctor's remedy was to stick his finger up my guy's butt and give him prostate massage with hand job. So these fantasies do have some basis in reality. (By the way, this doctor ultimately lost his practice and now sells real estate.)
Another friend of mine went to one of those "no appointment needed" medical centers to get some quicky exam and documentation for work. He also got a hand job.
I guess I need to get a new doctor!
Medical exam sex or a doctor's physical that goes beyond purely examination is a frequent fetish / fantasy among guys into CMNM (clothed male / naked male) scenes. So you can find guys and also stories/photos etc related to this medical attraction on such sites and social networks. (BTW, I'm the admin for several of them and also publish the Guys Into CMNM blog (guysn2cmnm (dot) blogspot (dot) com)
Follow up: sunbuns99*
03 Nov 2011, 09:33 This theme is popular among a few gay porn studios, namely www.collegeboyphysicals.com/, but you can see some of the their photos and video clips at JustUsBoys.com
You might also be able to find specific guy into this by using either RECON (a gay fetishist site and iPhone app) or at GearFetish www.gearfetish.com/ In addition, there are some tribes (public or private groups) on the alternative social networking site, Tribe.net. I can invite you to some of them if you contact me (and give an email address for the invitation).
I work at a medical and health sciences university which has two hospitals on its campus - so it's a theme/attraction (not exactly a fetish for me) that is near and dear. Also, when I stayed in a hospital once, I found it very stimulating to be kind of bed-bound (not I wasn't strapped in but just couldn't move about freely), and to be examined by a young handsome doctor every day. I made sure to never wear underwear or anything but a loose fitting gown so he could have easy access, so that I could be 'accidently' nude. It was fun when there was a male nurse during the night shift, but I would sleep as nude as possible and allow the covers to fall off. Evidently, nurses are not embarrassed by much - because he'd just cover my erection with a blanket without hesitating to 'observe'.
Also, I have a friend/sex buddy who is a doctor (a cardiologist) and it's fun 'playing doctor' with him, but oddly enough, he's not really into that aspect of it.
I've wanted and even attempted to organize locally and internationally some CMNM events in which doctor-patient examinations would be one of the role-play sensual / sexual activities.
So if you're up for the idea, we could start working now on holding such an event (somewhere reasonably convenient). I can travel (up to a point) almost anywhere. I suspect that there are hundreds of gay men (and plenty of straight men who get off having a female nurse or doctor examine them).
Fight prostate cancer, ask a doctor (or horny friend) to examine your prostate inside your hole! The best way to become quick and 'deep' friends is penetrating someone body cavities with a finger. The stomach is not the only way to a man's heart (LOL).
[Note: You can see the fully illustrated version of this blog post at either:
I am a senior in high school, and my name is Greg. I have kind of a slight build, which means I'm a bit smaller than guys my age. I have a young-looking face, which helps me with the ladies, but also gets me a fair amount of attention from the guys who fancy that sort of thing. I would call myself heterosexual, and would not have considered going anywhere with a dude. Well, not until a few days ago.
My main interest is video production, which means I like to make movies. My school is lucky enough to have a video lab, but it is only open when there is a teacher on duty in the lab. I would love to get my hands on that equipment, so I can teach myself all that great technology. Well, I thought I could work out a deal with the teacher in charge of the lab, Mr. West. I approached him on the subject, and he took my number, and said he'd call me so we could discuss possibilities.
A few days passed, but Mr. West did call. We set up a time for me to come over his house. He said we could work out our deal there, and relax a bit, get to know each other, since we'd be working closely if I were to be spending a lot of time in the lab.
On the drive over, I was exhilarated to think that I would have free-reign over the video lab, to make all
After a few short films, he suggested we take a swim. Now, it was an uncharacteristically hot day for this time of year, so I was game, but, of course, I didn't have a swim suit. "I've got a pair that I think will fit you," he said, sizing me up with is eyes. He left the room momentarily to fetch the trunks. He returned, and I retreated to the bathroom to change. I shucked my shorts and t-shirt off, and then my boxers. I hadn't noticed until now how small these swim trunks really were, or that they didn't have the customary netting. I slipped on the shorts for the fit, and the waist was comfortably snug (I have a narrow waist), but the legs were very short, showing off much of my thighs. Also, they did little to hide my dick. Even in it's soft state, the tight trunks bulged with my boy-hood. But I was sweating with the heat, and decided that it wasn't that important.
I returned to the living room, where Mr. West had already changed into his trunks. I followed him out to the deck, and we both dove into the pool. It felt so good to cool off. We goofed around for a while, then got out. The wetness caused my suit to cling to my crotch and ass, leaving little to the imagination. I was rather embarrassed, so I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist.
After a bit more time spent sitting, talking in the sun, Mr. West said, "Have a seat in the lounger. Take that towel off, so your shorts can get dry. Relax for a while!" The sun did feel good on my near-naked body. The warmth even penetrated to my cock. I lay back and closed my eyes for a while, soaking up the sun's heat.
"You have a nice body. Your rather fortunate that nature has blessed you with such beauty." I opened my eyes, and Mr. West was admiring my pale form. My thin legs sprouted from the skimpy shorts, a light covering of hair on them. My abdomen was tight, from youthful activities, and thin line of dark hair led from the waistband on the shorts to my navel. Aside from that, I have virtually no distinguishable body hair. My chest is smooth, and my thin arms have only the faintest trace of hair. Of course, I have a bit of coverage on my underarm, but even that is less that what I see from other guys my age. This may sound conceited, but I do have to admit, I can see where Mr. West gets his compliments. My boyish features and proportions mixed with a developing teenage body, it's no wonder I get so much attention, from both sexes.
I turned my gaze to rest on Mr. West. He was a well-developed man. He didn't have any of the flab of men in their middle-ages. He had a light dusting of dark hair over his toned body. As a matter of fact, he was on the verge of what I would call muscular, but still slim. His biceps and pectorals were noticeably well-developed.
I moved my eyes over the older man's chest, and down his tight abdomen. It was then I noticed his shorts were sporting a tent. I passed it off on the warm sun rays. I felt a stirring in my on crotch at the warm wetness of the shorts.
"Let's head in," he said. "I have an idea how we can have some fun." I lifted myself off the deck furniture, and followed him inside. As we passed through the doorway, he brushed a hand against the side of my shorts, his thumb touching my dick, confined in the material of the trunks. "Those are pretty dry. Don't worry about changing." I was actually looking forward to putting on something a bit less revealing, but I just followed him back into the living room. I took a seat on the couch, while he popped another video into the VCR. He sat next to me, and started the tape.
'Woah," I said, not expecting to see that. The TV displayed a few young ladies doing things to each other. This was just the sort of thing that gets guys my age going, but it was kind of weird that my teacher was showing it to me.
"If you don't want to watch, I can put in something else," Mr. West said.
But the porno had worked it's instant magic on me, snaring my teenage hormones from a place they could not return. We watched it for a while, and my shorts became uncomfortably tight. It was at this strange moment that Mr. West thought to bring up our deal.
"So, I think I have a solution we can both agree to. You want unlimited access to the video labs, but what you can do for me is much simpler." I turned to look at him. I noticed he was squeezing his crotch, but didn't think much of it. We were, after all, watching a porno. But the thought of my goal being so easily reached, I was fully attentive to the man. "If you agree to what I say, then you get what you want. If you can't handle it, no deal."
"I'll do anything!" I said. And it felt like I meant it.
"Good. Then we're starting right now. I'd like you to get on your knees." Oh, god. My heart sank. I knew what he was asking, but my determination was strong. I stood up, and he took my arm, directing me in front of himself. I knelt down, his legs spread on either side of my slim torso. His tented trunks stared me in the face. He lifted his ass off the couch, and slid his shorts off his hips. His dick sprung out, and I had to gasp. I had never seen a guy's erect dick in person, and Mr. West's was huge. It was thick, and long, and half buried in his dense pubic hair. His hairy balls hung low between his legs.
"You ever sucked a dick before?" he asked. I shook my head, staring at his man-tool. "That's alight. I'll break you in." He took the back of my head, and moved it close to his massive cock. The scent of his crotch wafted into my nostrils. The tip of his tool touched my lips. I was about to go where I had never dreamed, to suck a guy's dick. But if this was what it would take...
My lips parted, and I opened my mouth wide, and took his member in. It was hot, and as I sucked on it, it grew stiffer in my mouth. I moved my head up and down, my lips and tongue sliding across its surface. My lips were stretched to encompass his thick meat. I couldn't get very much of it into my mouth, but Mr. West tried to shove my head down onto it anyway. With practice, it began to slide down my throat. I wrapped my fist around the base of his dick, and sucked in as much as I could. I rotated, between bobbing my head on his cock, and deep-throating him. I can't believe he turned me into a cock sucker.
Although I was inexperienced, Mr. West seemed to enjoy the blow job I was giving him. I looked up at his face, which is not easy with a big dick lodged in my throat, to see him gazing at me with a big smile. He was surprised how well I preformed my task. I sucked on his dick for a good five minutes before he pulled me off. My jaw and cheeks were getting sore from the workout.
He had me stand back up in front of him. He reached out and caressed the bulge in my trunks. He found my half-hard boy meat and began to work it through the material. No one had ever touched me like that before. There was a definite sexual energy in the air, and even if it was a man-only thing, I couldn't deny it. My dick grew with his touch, but was confined by the tight shorts. His other hand moved up my inner thigh, and into the virtually nonexistent legs of the shorts. His hand gripped my leg at its highest point, his fingers rubbing my balls, reaching between my legs.
With both his hands working on my virgin pleasure center, my dick kept growing, but with no room to go anywhere, it started to hurt. But Mr. West wouldn't release my pained tool from its prison. "Oh, god," I said, my voice filled with half pleasure, half pain, "please, Mr. West. Take these shorts off." But he just continued to arouse me, delicately fingering the outline of my strained boyhood through the shorts. He seemed to get pleasure from my discomfort. "Oh, please stop," I pleaded, my body, naked but for the brief shorts, writhed with the new, intense feelings.
"Alight, Greg. But now we're on to the next part. Come upstairs with me." I followed him to his bedroom, where he motioned me to lay on the bed. Mr. West stood at the end of the bed, apparently admiring my slight, yet taught frame. With his eyes all over my body, I lifted my butt from the bed, and worked the tight shorts down my hips and off my thin legs. My dick immediately began to straighten after being released. It continued to stiffen until it pointed up at my face. Looking at Mr. West fondle his crotch, turned on by the sight of me, a young boy, really got my boy-pole hard. I can't explain, but my teacher's attentions were arousing me.
Finally, he leaned in, his hands moving up my legs, my abdomen, my chest, as his head came in closer to my crotch. I could feel his breath on my stiff rod, and I thought he was going to take it into his mouth. I braced myself for the experience, and I found myself wanting his hot mouth on my boy-cock. Which is why I was a little disoriented when he lifted my legs up and started licking the place beneath my balls. I propped myself up on my elbows to see him at work; he moistened the area between my balls and ass, and started moving south. Although this wasn't the blow job I was expecting, it felt good, and my dick continued to ooze pre-cum from its swollen, red tip. I have never been so turned on in my life, feeling dirty, used, as Mr. West went to work on my privates, my cock seemed to get harder.
His tongue soon found my tight, puckering ass-hole. Looking back, I guess it's kind of odd that I didn't freak out when his tongue started playing with my boy hole, but it just felt so good. I opened my ass to him, leaning back and spreading my cheeks. His face pressed into my crack, and his tongue darted deep into my rectum. The slimy, wriggling muscle caressed my insides. I didn't care that it was a man giving me this pleasure, or that my virgin ass was the source. Mr. West was having a good time stabbing my ass with his tongue. His hands gripped my thighs, keeping my legs in the air, and his face was buried in my ass.
He removed one hand from my leg, and I soon felt a finger prodding my thoroughly moistened adolescent hole. It slid in easily, and he began working it around. It went farther in than his tongue, and it had a greater presence, stiff and long. The space in my ass felt tight, but he continued to wiggle it in and out, until he lid a second finger in. By now, my navel was over flowing with pre-cum that had fallen from my cock-head. The sticky fluid matted down my dark pubic hair just below it as the older man probed my young ass. Soon, he had three fingers breaching my tunnel. But suddenly, he removed them, and backed away. I lowered my legs, the empty sensation in my ass lingered.
Mr. West stood up, then climbed back onto the bed, this time kneeling between my spread legs. My calves rested on his thighs, my knees pointing out to the sides, and he pointed his big man tool in my direction. I opened my ass to him once more, my sphincter relaxing as his engorged cock-head pressed into me. Now, I'm pretty young, and I am small for my age. But Mr. West was full-grown, and his dick was big. My body seemed dwarfed by his mass leaning over me, and I began to think of the consequences of that huge dick moving into my small ass-hole. Fear darted through me. Fear of having Mr. West's cock shoved up my ass. His member's girth stretched the walls of my rectum, making me feel a bit uncomfortable, but he kept moving in. I can only imagine the look on my face: eyebrows furrowed, somewhere between worry and anger, my nose scrunched up, and my lip curled, my mouth hanging open. I was completely concentrating on the feeling of this man's cock violating my ass.
He slowly moved his tool into me. Pain jolted in my ass, but Mr. West's slow pace allowed my ass to adjust without too much discomfort. My chest was heaving with heavy breath, trying not to feel the pain. Slowly, he marched up my tunnel, his hips moving to meet my ass cheeks. It was hard to believe that just moments before, we were watching TV, not a thought of this on our minds. Well, I guess he had planned all this; he lured me here to fuck me. And now he was doing just that. I was his boy toy, and I would let him do whatever he wanted to me if I got what I want. So I just lay there and let him violate my ass.
Mr. West took hold of my cock and stroked me, and I couldn't help but to be aroused. His thickness stretched my boy-ass, touching some forbidden pleasure center deep in my rectum. Pre-cum continued to flow freely from my piss-slit onto my abdomen as Mr. West jerked me off. I felt dirty for enjoying Mr. West's lustful invasion of my body.
As my teacher's thrusts into my tight hole became faster and harder, his hand on my cock did like wise. He was pushing me to the breaking point. My body stiffened, and he just kept plowing away. I shot my first string of cum across my chest, with shot after shot following. I was covered in my own semen, worked out of my body by a horny high school teacher.
Shortly, Mr. West grunted and began shooting his love juice up my tender ass hole, deep inside me. He collapsed next to me, sweaty and hot. "You're such a good fuck, Greg," he told me. "That's one of the tightest asses I've ever fucked."
We rested there for a long while, regaining our spent strength. I though about his words. To him, I was only a sex object. But the thought of that pure animal lust had gotten me through this.
Eventually, Mr. West directed me to the shower, where I cleaned all the semen off. Mr. West stayed to watch. He then gave me a clean pair of briefs, which I slid on. They were a snug fit, which made me wonder why he would have underwear for someone my small size. He retrieved the rest of my clothes, except for my boxers. He said he was gonna keep those. On my way out, he suggested we get together again next weekend. Despite never having thought about a guy before, by dick strained in its tight confines, excited by the thought of another session as bottom boy for Mr. West. the kooky movies I wanted. I guess you could say I'm an artistic sort of guy. I pulled into the driveway, and was surprised at how big his house was. He invited me in, and we chatted a bit. Surprised again, he said he had no family that lived with him in this big house. While I was eager to work out the details, he convinced me to sit down with him to watch some of his work. He was rather good at what he does. His movies have a great depth, something I could hope to achieve.
by e101beta ©
I Told My Male Teacher I Had A Crush On Him
Let me start off by saying that I am gay, and since the first day of school I had a big crush on my male Computer Applications teacher (much harder class than it sounds). I ran into him during lunch and as we both said "hi" I immediately thought to myself that school is almost over, and I need to let it out to someone since it has been bottled up. So I asked him if I could come in after school to talk about my grade. While I actually did need to talk about my grade I had something else in mind. I kept my feelings for him bottled up for so long and I felt like I had to tell somebody, and I knew that I couldn't tell my friends no matter who I trusted the most. I knew that if I just told a counselor it wouldn't feel right, I felt like it wouldn't be right unless HE knew,, I can't really explain it.
So after the bell rang and most of the students happily went home, I walked straight up to my class... First I asked him to grade a couple of assignments from when I was absent, he was really busy doing something on the computer that he barely payed attention to me the whole time. While still looking at the computer he said "Is there anything else that you need". At this moment I sat down and quietly asked if he could keep the following conversation between us. At this moment he logged off of his computer, stared at me with a blank expression, looking nervous, open mouth, and slowly nodding. (now this was the expression I was actually expecting from him AFTER I told him) But nonetheless I just said.
"Well.......... the thing is....... I kind of......... Have a crush on you"
This teacher at the time was the ONLY person who I came out to. At this moment he looked normally and said "ok".
This "ok" really threw me off at first because like I said I was expecting after I told him the expression he did BEFORE I said anything. I was worried that because of how nervous I was I probably said the wrong thing like "Can I go get some water". I continued saying that I don't expect anything further to happen between us because it is obviously illegal, and he is straight, married with a daughter. at this moment he became his normal self.
Smiling and saying he was very flattered (a whopper of a lie haha) but as I said it is illegal and unethical. At this moment another student walked in and I left for the bus. (it felt like I was in there forever that I was shocked that the bus was there.
The next day he had me stay after class and explained that he had to tell administration about the conversation we had simply because he could get in a lot of trouble for it if he kept his mouth shut. I understood completely even though I told him to keep it between us and he said they wouldn't be too serious about it, so i didn't really worry.
However the next day administration said they had to call my parents about it and they would actually figure out I was gay. After they called and I went home we had a long talk and I opened up so much about my sexuality. I have to say I am thankful that I did this. I know most people were not in the same situation as me from same sexuality crushing so if you tell your teacher it might not be the same experience it was for me. But I am so glad that I have finally opened up to my family about it and I feel like a giant weight was lifted off from me. And to this day, this man is my favorite teacher, and I feel it will stay that way.
The teacher and I both act as if nothing ever happened. He does not ignore me or try to distance himself like I was worried about at first.
Getting a naked massage is such a horny CMNM situation. The guy is naked and vulnerable with just
a towel covering his cock and ass. Suddenly the guy giving him a rub down takes it too far and the guy laying there is fully naked with a steadily growing erection. The videos at MassageBait all start with CMNM like this, but usually end up with the masseur getting naked and screwing the guy he's working on. Well who could blame him?
I’ve come across plenty male erotic massage videos, but I have to say this is one of my favorites. Mainly because it touches on (literally) all the male erogenous zones. Yes, guys – our dick and ass aren’t the only two places that provide heightened sexual stimulation (if stimulated correctly that is).
My First Male Massage
This is my first story, please be a little kind. Since I'm new at this, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Please feel free to email me.
**Warning, this is male on male erotica. **
I was worn out from a hard weeks work. At last my construction business was picking up, only I had some bills and didn't want to take on adding an employee. My first goal was to dig out of this hole then I would worry about expanding my business. So, that meant that I had to help pitch in and do some of the constructions.
After a couples weeks of hard labor, heavy lifting, this and that, well my body wasn't ready for that type of torture. Guess you can say that I became soft being so focused on the business side of things that the heaviest thing I had to lift was a pen. My body defiantly was feeling the strain. I needed a massage to relieve the knots and kinks. However I had no idea where I could find a masseur in this small town. Sure we had Asian massage parlors but I think they are a front for prostitution, not sure why I feel that way.
Anyway later that evening I was surfing the net looking when I came across an advertisement for a male masseur. I clicked on the link and was pleasantly surprised at how professional the office looked. Maybe this was the right solution for my needs? The next morning I contacted them and set up an appointment for the following day. I was still soar and needed relief.
Finally the big day for my massage, boy was I ever ready. I haven't had a massage in ten years, how sad
is that? Arriving on time, I walked into the spa. A nice looking administration person gave me a quick tour and asked me if I wanted to take a shower.
Course I said yes, as I just came from a job site. She led me to the shower room and handed me a clean towel and robe. I disrobe and took my shower. It felt nice, the how shower. Slowly I could feel the hot water to beat my job off my body. Once finished I prepare for my massage, wrapped the towel around me, lay face down on the table as instructed.
Before long a man entered and introduced himself to me as my masseur, but I was too relaxed to look up at him. Instead I mumbled something and he started to apply warm lotion on my back. His hands were small but strong and he found all the right spots. He started with my head covered every inch; I could feel the tensions leaving my body.
After only ten minutes I was putty in his hands. The stresses of my job left my mind. I could feel my body starting to feel human again. Everything was perfect, I thought it doesn't get any better than this? Then I felt it, my hands were at my sides and turned slightly up, and he leaned against the table to reach a spoon my opposite side and placed his cock right in my hand. He was wearing a thin pair of silk shorts and a tank top so it left little to the imagination! I was frozen. I didn't react at all just let things happen. Never in my life did I ever consider myself to be gay, or even bisexual, but this started to arouse me. Maybe it was the massage but I was turned me on. He continued the massage and was now on my opposite side and then he did it again leaning in so his cock was in my other hand. Was it accidental or intentional?
I could feel my own cock becoming hard as my curiosity was turned up a notch. Things really started to become erotic when he started to massage my butt cheeks. He continued massaging my ass for what felt like ten minutes or so.
He softly asked if he should leave the towel on or would it be okay to remove it.
Never in my life have I been shy and by this point what did it matter? There was nothing I could do to hide my erection. He removed the towel and applied more lotion to his hands but he didn't go straight to my butt, instead he started on my legs and boy did that feel good. Wow, why have I waited so long for this? I should get massaged every week. My masseur opened legs allowing him more access to my sore muscles. Being a good client and feeling horny, I spread them a little wider for ease of range.
By now I was in seventh heaven. I was feeling brave and even a little daring. I couldn't help but feel a little of an exhibitionist. I knew from where he was standing that he could see how aroused I had grown to become. There was no way he couldn't see that I was excited.
He acted like nothing had happened but a minute later he did it again! I could feel him leaning in and placed that cock right in my hand. By now I was so comfortable and horny that I started to squeeze his cock. I actually took his cock in my hand! He felt nice, not over big and sort of slim.
More magic! I felt him becoming hard in my hand! I mean, I felt him get an erection while I was holding his cock. Wow, that was so amazing and kinky! I've never seen, let alone held a man's cock as he became hard. I could tell he was getting excited too. His breathing had changed which told me that he was also having a good time. He made no effort to remove it just let me squeeze it and went about massaging my butt cheeks thoroughly. It was one of the hottest feelings I've ever had!
What a mental image I had in my head. I was really enjoying this man working over my butt, and to have this man's hard cock in my hand was thrilling. He never missed a beat though he just kept massaging my but the traveled around and started on the other side and just like on queue placed his by now fully hard cock right in my other hand. I wondered how many times a day this happened to him?
The massage on my ass really had me heated up. My masseur had poured generous amounts of warm oil on my ass as he worked the oil into my skin. Then it happened again, something new for m me to experience. I felt his fingers touching my hole. Between the oil on my body and his hands, he easily slipped a finger inside me.
I swear that my cock became a little harder! My masseur was a struggling to remain mostly professional, but it was clearly obvious that he wanted this to become something more than a massage.
Sadly he stopped all of a sudden.
Thankfully it was to ask me if I wanted to roll over onto my back. His hard cock was still firmly in my hand.
Reluctantly I let his cock slip from my hand as I rolled over exposing my rock solid six inches of man meat, although I consider myself somewhat shy I felt sort of turn on that I was exposing myself for him. I've never been hard in front of a man before so this was all new to me.
I let go of his hard cock.
Carefully I turned over to my back, I could see his cock was just as hard as mine. This was very exciting to me. I relaxed and lower my head down as he went about applying the oils to my chest and stomach. It felt so good to have him stroking my chest and he paid special attention to my nipples also. I was so turned on every time he pinched or twisted my nipples my cock would jerk.
Never in my wildest dreams did I realize how erotic a massage could be. By now I'm sure that my eyes were glassed over so I tried to keep them closed. Maybe it was also due to the fact that I had no idea where I should be looking? I mean, do I look at him? Do I look at my body? I just had no idea on what I should do with myself.
So I took the easy way out, and relaxed.
Even with my eyes closed, I could feel him leaning forward. His chest pressed into mine. In this state of mine though, I didn't really care. Hell through most of this massage my eyes were closed so why should I open them now?
But I did, open my eyes.
Sometime, somehow he had removed his shorts! When did he have time for that? I felt a strange erotic tingling sensations flowing as I looked him over. Once again, I reached out for his cock and wrapped my hand around his hard long shaft. He was long and slim maybe six or seven inches long but skinny. His cock didn't have much girth to it.
With his cock firmly in my hand he started massaging my chest. I enjoyed the sensations of fondling his cock and balls. I've never felt another man's cock before. I could have stayed on his massage table for hours, but I knew that this must come to an end. Since I was on my back, I realized our time was limited.
The next thing I knew he was traveling down to the foot of the table, I looked up just in time to see him remove his shirt and turn towards me. My masseur was now totally naked. I noticed how smooth and tan his body was and wondered if he shaved, or was naturally hairless? Either way, this man had one hot body.
He reached for my foot and started in massaging it. Still feeling very relaxed all I could do was just allow things to happen to me. His touch was soothing as he started to work his way up my foot and ankle, higher up on to my calf and knee then finally to my thigh; the suspense was killing me as I knew what I wanted! I just wanted him to get there, asap!
Never before in my life has my cock never felt so hard. His hands slowly massaging my inner thighs, making my cock sway back and forth. I watched him walk to my right side with his cock proudly pointing upwards and swaying as he moved.
He went back to massaging my outer thighs and hip, every now and then his hand would just graze under my cock. Oh how I wanted his oily hands to take grip of my cock and to feel him stroking my hard cock. Teasingly his hands got closer till his finger tips running through my pubic hair. Thoughts of insecurity raced through my mind as maybe I should have shaved before this massage?
To my annoyance he moved to my other side with his erect cock leading the charge. My masseur repeated the process on my other thigh and hip. I was becoming exhausted yet desperate of a hot release. By now my cock was dripping precum. As he finished my leg I became aware of the position of my legs he had left them slightly bent and spread quite wide. He walked up to the side of table running his hand up my stomach as he approached.
I was still laying there with my eyes closed. My head slightly turned towards him when he softly spoke to informed me that I had several options as to how we could finish the massage. I was surprised and pleasantly shocked when I opened my eyes to see his cock not more than three inches away from my face. That's when I noticed he too was leaking precum and wanted release.
As he started to tell me what my options were, well I couldn't resist any longer. I had to know what it felt like, what his cock tasted like. Seeing his cock right there, I just did what came naturally to me and I leaned forward taking the tip of his cock into my mouth. My masseur stopped talking as I worked my tongue all around the head and shaft of his cock. He did reach down and started to massage my chest. What a picture that must have been, with his cock in my mouth and him trying to massage me.
He was careful to join me up on the table, part of me was worried that the massage table would collapse from our weight. Guess this wasn't his first rodeo. Slowly he worked his body into a 69 position.
I had never done anything like this before but we both seemed completely at ease with his cock in my mouth. I continued sucking for what seemed like several minutes then I felt his hand travel down my stomach and for the first time he actually grabbed my cock spreading all my precum around up and down my shaft and around my balls.
I don't know if it was the precum or the oils but it was slippery down there. He leaned further down so he could reach my crotch with both hands has he stroked and played with my balls, taking special care to not let his cock slide from my mouth.
Then he took it one step further and took my whole cock down his throat. Wow did that feel good I almost exploded on the spot but somehow was able to hold off. As he continued to suck me, he kept his hands busy massaging and touching me.
By now his hands had dropped lower to my ass and were rubbing and probing me there, I couldn't believe how great that actually felt and found myself lifting and spreading my legs further apart giving him total access.
Again my masseur shocked me, still in a pleasant way. I felt him starting to play with my balls then carefully he slowly started to insert his finger into my ass. Carefully he worked his finger inside me till he found my prostate. This man was complete in massaging me but he was very thorough! Not only did he massage my body, but now he was massaging my internal as well!
I completely lost it as the sensations were too much! My body tensed up as my orgasm exploded. I didn't warn him as my cock exploded in his mouth, gush after gush. I never came so hard and so much. I was totally spent but he wasn't done yet. My stud kept sucking and probing my ass, as I came filling his mouth with my cum. It didn't faze him as he swallowed everything that I had given him. I still couldn't believe that his hard as a rock cock was still in my mouth, thankfully I didn't bite him.
After a couple minutes my breathing returned back to normal.
Yet, another first for me. my cock slipped out of his mouth, and I could see a little of my cum on his lips. Then I felt him moving, carefully he worked his way down towards the end of the table with his hand holding my cock.
This massage was so many 'first' for me, yet I loved every minute of it. Being that I'm a little older, it usually takes me some time before I get hard after reaching my orgasm. Yet, with his finger till embedded in my ass, I noticed that my cock never became flaccid!
When he finally got comfortable he was between my legs, he slowly lifted his mouth off my cock but never removed his finger and I became aware of the position I was in. I was on my back my legs were spread wide and pulled back to my chest and my butt was slightly up turned. I wasn't sure that I was ready for what he wanted. Guess he sensed it, then he asked me if I wanted to do him since I was hard again.
I knew what he wanted, was there any difference between a woman's ass and a man's?
With my cock rock hard, I was curious. I moved behind him and watched as he bent over the table to grab the oil. Then he reached around and spread generous amounts on both my cock and his ass.
He turned to look at the wall as he guided my cock into his asshole. I could feel him tensed up immediately and he sensed it my worry. He told me not to worry and to work myself slowly into him.
I slid the tip of my cock up and down my ass crack till he reached for my cock stoking to put it back in him. I felt the tip of my cock enter him and before I realized that the head was in him. I had to fight the temptation to push hard into him, oh how I needed to push more inside him. I wanted to feel his tightness, his walls gripping onto my cock like a vice.
Carefully and slowly I worked myself deeper, inch by inch slipped into his hot man hold. I knew he needed release to, so I reached around for his cock. His had was already there stocking his cock as I fucked his ass.
Once I was all the way in, I didn't move. I wanted him to adjust and accommodate my girth. As he relaxed I could feel him gently began to apply pressure on my cock head. He was so gentle and didn't force it further; we just stayed there for a moment with him stroking his cock. I wondered what that felt like, to masturbate while having a cock deep inside your ass.
Once he was totally relaxed, I started to pull out. Not too far as I didn't want his body to eject me. I don't know how he could tell but whenever I would slip an inch or two out of him he would push himself onto me, impaling my cock deeper into his ass. We slowly started to work as a team, building up our rhythm.
Before long I could feel my balls slapping his ass and it never really did hurt much. He began to withdraw and then slowly got a rhythm built never rushing just slowly in and out. I swear that I could feel every inch going in and out of him, pressing the urge for me to cum again.
He must have felt my cock swell because he started pumping his own cock faster and faster just as I started pumping his ass harder and harder.
I'm not sure who came first but I could feel my cock explode in his tight ass.
I could also feel his muscles flexing as he pumped his own seed on to the table.
Wow, that was just amazing! What a rush of feelings to orgasm in such a tight hole like that.
Fucking him was terrific he collapsed forward on the table and I collapsed on top of him. My cock buried deep inside him. Slowly I could feel myself becoming flaccid and then it happened when my cock wasn't hard enough to stay inside his hole, he expelled me.
Once I finally slipped out we just rested for a couple of moments till our breathing returned to normal. What a massage that man gave me! What a way to spend an hour. Why couldn't I do this every day?
I thought that this was excellent and how could we ever top this experience?
As he slowly stood up, he led me to the showers. We both needed to get cleaned up. I was so proud of my cock, shooting two hot loads into this man. once in the showers he cleaned my body and his. He was still the caregiver which I enjoyed. Once he soaped up my cock and rinsed me off, he once again used his mouth to make sure all my spunk off my cock. Personally, I think he just wanted to touch me some more before our time came to an end.
Once cleaned, he dried me off then we went back into the room. We dressed and he asked me about my experience. I just told him the truth that I was blown away. Pun intended!
He gave me his card and told me to call him anytime. I gave him a nice tip and back to the office I went hoping to tense up so that I needed to call him again.
Wow, what a massage! There was no way that I was going to wait ten years for my next massage.
Never in my life had a man touched me like this. Never in my life had a man turned me on this way!
My masseur slowly worked his hands higher and higher, my legs spread even wider on their own. Now he had complete access to me! He took advantage of it also massaging up to my cheeks and 'accidently' bushing my balls as he massaged my inner thigh area.
Then I felt it again, his cock touched my hand!
When cute college student Will gets accepted into a prestigious study abroad program, he thinks he's finished with the hard part. His fellow entry and he need to get a medial exam from the campus doctor. But standing in his way is one last requirement - a physical from the campus doctor - and Dr. Stevens isn't letting him go without first giving him a very thorough examination. So he and his fellow applicant go to visit Dr. Stevens, who finds them intriguing male specimens.
He is the father of three children and as he has not had a complete physical in over 10 years, new patient Lance Bennett is way overdue. Questioning about his current lifestyle, it becomes painfully obvious that he has neglected his own medical needs in favor of his family; he is the father of three children. He has been married and faithful to the same woman and now only uses condoms for protection from procreation. Suggesting he strip down to his underwear, I have him mount the exam table when he is ready.
Lance admitted to being both a social drinking and a cigarette smoker when he drinks so I was prepared for a bit higher than normal blood pressure and in that regard, I was not disappointed. However, I did not detect any breathing irregularities and his extremities responded most favorably upon examination. I am speaking of his penis, for as I pulled open his briefs to check the femoral pulse, he quickly became aroused. Confined within the tight space of his briefs, I suggested that he might remove them before I continued further.
As I palpated his penis, he quickly became fully aroused and his penis was actually bouncing up and down like the diving board at the community swimming pool. I further examined his erection while he stood at the end of the exam table for his hernia check.
Positioned onto his hands and knees, Lance received his first prostate examination and judging by the soft moans from the patient, it was a pleasurable encounter, which prompted me to insert a second finger into his rectum to explore the body cavity further.
Removing my fingers, I reached into the exam table and retrieved the anoscope as this was a perfect opportunity to examine his rectum deeper. At each procedure, Lance was docile and permitted me to perform any procedure that I deemed appropriate. As he responded well to the prostate stimulation, I lubricated a butt plug to provided sustained pressure onto his prostate to assist him as he produced a shattering semen specimen moments later.
----------The above CMNM medical fetish pics were forwarded message ----------
From: Rom on the [CMNM]a Google group
When you see a man or men in uniform, there is also something that comes to mind immediately: a completely naked man - out of uniform. That is what mentally completes or complements in our mind's eye what we are actually seeing for real (in the picture) situation because if a guy is in uniform then it means he also get out of it.
That, gentlemen, is the nuts and bolts (smile) of what CMNM is about: Clothed Male / Naked Male (some call it a fetish - I don't see it that way.)
Without a naked man in the equation, a clothed male is.. well...just a man in a uniform (or some other casually selected set of textile coverings). When you put a naked guy (or several of them) in with a uniformed man or men, then you have created an erotically (homoerotically) charged situation, and it calls forth in many guys' minds a sexually provocative scene. Just take a gander at almost any commercial porn studio to see how important that connection is to creating sexual tension and excitement.
In almost all the listed uniforms in the poll, there is the possibly, and sometimes the actual naked male counterpart. It's kind of like: Ying and Yang. I really can't have one with the other.
Clothed Male (in uniform) - Naked male(s) - potentially (also sexual partners or who share a sexual or psycho-sexual encounter):
Firefighter - victims/homeowners, the person he rescues
Police and Law Enforcement -- either the criminal or the victims
Sailor (other sailors, superior officer (clothed / sailor (squab) - naked) or merman, pirates, fisherman (whom he helps or rescues), swimmers, boatmen,
Pilot - stewards, flight attendants, his first office, navigators, passengers
Doctor - patients, athletes, or recruits needing 'inspecting' physically
Military - the enemy, the occupied, the native population, subordinates, or superior officers, trainers / trainees They all wear distinctive uniforms which they can be wrangles out of to titillate our libidos.
Construction worker - the Boss, Foreman, fellow workers, employers, person who is hiring or paying the job (landlord / property owner)
UPS or delivery worker (who encounter the guy in an office or homeowner)
Home repair worker, plumber, electrician, Cable TV installer, telephone company employee, etc (same as above)
athletic uniforms - Don't forget that a lot of male athletes wear uniforms as part of their attire for the sports they participate in: football, soccer, baseball, hockey, wrestling, boxing, gymnastics all have a required uniform. So when one of these athletes is NOT wearing his, it can make a hot clothed male naked male scene.
In almost every case, it's not simply the existence of the clothed (uniformed) male that is only important, but it's the juxtaposition - whether in our minds or imaginations - or in actually reality - like a naked suspect being cleaned up before jail incarceration (Rambo: First Blood - Sylvester Stallone, for example) that sparks out sexual excitement when we see a man in uniform.
Obviously, it is more complex than that. There are other social constructs of masculinity, real and symbolic power, authority, discipline, allegiance, decorum, camaraderie, etc...along with the purely physical ones of appearance. But the phenomenon of CMNM as a strong basic element in male homo-eroticism cannot be overlooked. It's seems obvious upon deep reflection but we tend to focus on one tall tree instead of understanding the forest or more important the earth (dirt), air (wind), rain, and sunshine that are not so perfectly obvious but equally vital to the tree's very existence and to its very definition (meaning).
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Whenever a group of people are enjoying a swim at a beach or swimming pool, there is a certain hesitation about nudity - often people are afraid of being the first ones to shed their clothes. It takes some guts to be the first one to get rid of the swimwear and see whether the others will follow suit.
In my experience, most often there will be other people who have been eager to do the same, so that almost immediately, you are surrounded by three or four other guys who are equally naked. But I have also had the other outcome: that I end up being the only naked guy in the whole group.
The first time that happened, it made me feel uncomfortable. But then I realized that it was worth the try anyway - and that being the only naked one also has its charms. I feel so much more naked when I'm the only naked guy, and this nakedness is a turn-on for me.
So nowadays, when I'm with a group of people where not everybody know each other, I still tend to be the first one to undress. It is still interesting to see how they will react, but I end up being happy both when my friends throw off all their clothes and when they decide to keep them on... (And it also turns out that there are often someone in the group who are quite happy to see me naked and who are more than willing to undress as soon as they get alone with me...) So my advice is clear: don't hesitate. Nothing bad ever came out of nudity.
In England and elsewhere in Europe, it is totally natural and happens so often, it's 'hard' to keep track of. In America, the story is very different. In most of the US (except the right and left coasts), public nudity of any sort - whether rather innocent or flagrant -- is treated as a misdemeanour - a violation of civic laws.
Damn, that puritan ethic (smile). But then again, absence of permission. By simply overlooking the obvious, it sometimes makes the 'act' all that more exciting - I suppose. In Japan, where I spend most of my time currently, this kind of things happens as well. However, the main difference is the guys do try to conceal their privates while changing. Buttocks are not considered 'private' parts of the anatomy - especially for males.
Well, it's not OK to exposed your butt in publicly walking down the street, but a little harmless arse-flashing happens amazing regularly on beaches, sports fields, parks, and in other public areas when the necessity of changing in public calls for it. I wrote a lot about one such experience of watching a group of Japanese twinks who regularly meet to play frisbee soccer in a previous post here and elsewhere.
Atitlan (David; admin for YMNA, a Google Goup) wrote this short comment to accompany the above candid pics:
This looks like Brighton beach to me - lads down from London for the day. It is the sort of thing that happens at the British seaside. I remember as an impressionable 14 year-old glancing up from a book I was reading on the beach, to notice something that stayed in the memory. A lad a few feet away from me, a couple of years older, was trying to remove his swimsuit under his towel, only for the towel to drop and reveal a horizontal erection. His look was one of shock, mine must have been of admiration.
My shorts are falling down An original story by Thorn
It was forwarded in a group message from: Thorn on his [thorngay] Yahoo group
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 realised 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 I 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 staringand 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.
Tim, the blogger for All Str8 Meat wrote under the photo below: "This guy is cute and I love how he doesn't realize his cock and balls are showing under his kilt. There's loads of hot videos like this at UpYerKilt and Scottish Men Exposed!
Publicity photo courtesy of UpYerKilt.com
I couldn't help but respond to Tim's All Str8 Meat blog entry (Whoops! (2009/8/22) since he'd made a rather naive assumption about the wearing of kilts. I commented but don't know if the comment will actually be visible due to owner moderation so I'm repeating my comment here along with his original entry.
My Response: Excuse me for contradicting you, but there is NO way that he's unaware that he's exposing himself. Freeballing under a kilt is practically de rigeur . It goes without saying that no authentic kilt wearer would be caught dead without underwear. I certainly believe that's got to be one of the main attractions for their seemingly increased popular around the modern world, and for their long tradition throughout history.
When you realize that some ethnic groups (to remain unnamed but probably not unknown) used to identify their own 'kind' by whether their male members was circumcised or not, then you have to understand that they could only rely on that method of ethnic identity matching because of the fact that the penis was so ready and easily visible due to the almost universal wearing of garments similar to the kilt (unbifurcated garments, i.e. a wrap -around, leg-less skirt) of which many varieties still exist today.
Kelly (alias sunbuns) Kelly's Second Life - my main blog. E. Pubicus Unicornia (sunbunz) has sent you a link to a blog: I couldn't help but respond to Tim's All Str8 Meat blog entry (Whoops! (2009/8/22) Blog: All Str8 Meat Post: Whoops!
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Months ago, I created a user-documented database using a Web 2.0 site called Wufoo. The point was to try to get readers of this blog and other CMNM sites to post their personally favorite locations worldwide where CMNM situations take place either naturally, accidentally, or deliberately. Not many people have responded. We're still in need of getting thousands of 'Naked Places for Clothed Men', but there have been some surprising revelations as a result so far. One of them is described below: the Erotic Drawing Workshops at the Leslie Lohman Gallery in New York City. The organizer may or may not appreciate getting some 'free' advertisement for the Workshops, but in this economic reality, I imagine he cannot complain too much.
Name of the place: *
Leslie Lohman Gallery - Erotic Drawing Workshops
Select the type of location: *
Institution/Organization (university, club, etc)
Specific category (esp, if open / public / outdoor area)
Select a category (if outdoors)
Which is most likely to happen? *
Interaction between naked and clothed men
How do you know about this place? * I have been there many times.
Notes/Comment/Describe its CMNM possibilities:
This is an erotic drawing workshop where a model (normally a dancer or other very fit man) poses for others to draw. The models are of all types but generally very attractive and some of them get erect or even masturbate at the end of the session.
Despite the intense hotness of the situation, it is very businesslike. Participants' interaction with the model is very limited and touching is strictly forbidden. In a way that just makes it hotter. You don't have to be a great artist to participate, but some experience in life drawing is required. You do also have to bring the right supplies, at least make an effort at drawing, and not be a distraction to others. It's a lot of fun if you are into being a CM and can be respectful of what's going on.
You must be accepted into the program and have a reservation to attend. Call Bob Rosen at the
Leslie Lohman Gallery 26 Wooster Street New York,New York United States
Phone Number (if applicable)
Web Site (if it exists)
The Erotic Drawing Workshop has five rules, which seem to be a good model for how a CMNM event might be organized. Obviously, since there may (or may not) be overt sexual behavior at other types of organized CMNM events (some of which I have attempted to set up and often discussed in blog entries here), there would likely have to be more than just 5 rules. Rules or guidelines addressing sexual behavior and the limits and bounds involved would have to be made clear with additional 'rules'.
The workshops are clearly academic sessions intended to help both novice and accomplished artists polish their skills in drawing human anatomy and the corresponding changes that occur when males (and possible females as well) are engaged in erotic behavior - either alone or in couples or groups.
Clearly not everyone is an artist, but there may be other forms that such artistic and academic endeavours might take that would draw upon various other skill set and aesthetic consciousness, such as 'naked chamber orchestra', musical composition workshops drawing upon nude male bodywork and instrumental use of the male human body, naked dance workshops, naked theatre workshops and nude poetry studios, and performance art installation studio that meld various aspects across multi-modal forms of artistic expressions while being centred about the role of human nudity and male sexual identity and behavior.
Note: This entry is also posted on my Kelly's Second Life (blog).
THE EROTIC DRAWING STUDIO HAS FIVE RULES. (from the Leslie Lohman website page).
1. Artists are asked to make a reservation by replying to the email announcement when they plan on attending a session. They should also let us know if their plans have changed and they must cancel the reservation.
2. No one may speak to the model, and there is to be no interaction between the artists and the model, when the model is ON the model stand, except the one in charge of directing the pose.
3. If an artist finds the model so alluring that he cannot concentrate on drawing, he may not simply sit and gape. He MUST at least PRETEND to draw.
4. Each artist must clean up after himself, i.e., if you have left pencil shavings on the floor, please sweep them up.
5. Photography is not permitted unless a special prior arrangement is made with the studio director and the model.
Perhaps there are members of the CMNM social networking sites or other interested, and
serious men, who might be interested in attending the Workshops described above. Someone in the New York City area should contact the Studio/Gallery organizer to see if a 'special' workshop session might be organized. Perhaps there are some of the current models who would be willing to participate in a CMNM event outside the normal 'rules' that the Gallery needs to impose.
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