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A Little Wander Through The Mind Of A Sexual Deviant

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Originally published on spermmycumhole.blogspot.com/

OK, I'm doing another Meme. I have had plenty of bloggable experiences in the past few weeks. But I have a minor case of writer's block. Also Tommy over at Gay Sky Hooker, never tagged me for this one. I felt a little bit peeved and decided to do it anyway. I'll try to get over my writer's block, by the end of the week.

1. Is there anyone of your friends that you would ever consider having sex with?

I have a few friends who I'd consider having sex with, equally I have a few friend who I've fooled around with and at least two friends who I've actually had sex with.

My friend Stephanie, is married to one of the most gorgeous men I've ever seen. Dylan, he's a skinhead with an amazing body. He also has green eyes and cheek bones, I'm a sucker for green eyes and cheek bones. The added bonus is that he is hairy. I'd definitely consider having sex with him, but I'm sure it's not going to happen. I've had sex with my friend Melinda's fiancee, Richard, who's pretty hot. He's a Lifeguard and fills out his speedo nicely, the story is in the blog somewhere. I've also had sex with my friend Owen, another story that's in the blog somewhere. Finally, about a year ago, my friend Damien was having a house party. At 3 in the morning, most people were unconcious. With the exception of myself, Damien and our friend Gerard. None of us was tired, so we were playing the PS2. Damien is a total geek and naturally good at vid games, so Gerard asked me to distract him. I started to tickle Damien. Eventually I progressed to a point where I had my hands in Damien's and Gerard's shorts, they were both fully erect and packing some heat. Both of them have 6 or 7" cocks. That was a good night!

2. Sex in the morning, afternoon or night?

Generally in the afternoon or at night. I don't have anything against sex in the morning, I'm just rarely in a position where I can have sex in the morning. Although it's awesome, when a top slides his Morning Glory up your ass and fucks you senseless.

3. What side of the bed do you sleep on?

The right, always!

4. Have you ever taken your clothes off for money?

Does having sex for money count? I've decided it does, so Yes. Although, I tried out for Mr Gay UK, the heats were held in the Kremlin and I got a few bills of various denominations stuck in my briefs.

5. Have you ever had sex in the shower or the bath?

Bath = No. Shower = Yes, he was a very good-looking older, married guy and he managed to make it very hot.

6. Do you watch/read pornography?

Of course. I follow a lot of blogs, which are made up entirely of pornographic material. Don't know if Inches (Wank Mag, featuring guys with 8" plus) qualifies as reading material. As for watching porn, big fan of TIM, HDK and ThreshHold Media, also love amateur and vintage porn.

7.Do you want someone aggressive or passive in bed?

Agressive guys seem to be able to keep up with me, I am quite agressive for a bottom and I don't think you can be a passive top. It's a ridiculous concept. However, you do get guys who are lazy tops. I wonder if they might be passive.

8. Do you love someone on your blogroll?

No! There are a few guys that I'd like to be proper friends with possibly and I'm in lust with Dan from Matt and Dan's Sexual Adventures. Well that is, I'm in lust with Dan's cock. But I'm not in love with any of them.

9. Would you choose love or money?

I'm a hopeless romantic. I know nobody, who reads the blog will believe that, but it's true. I would choose love. Money is easy to get hold of. Love is a lot hard to obtain and just as difficult to hold on to.

10. Your top three favorite kinks in bed?

Bareback, (Hello, is anyone reading this blog).
Underwear and Wrestling Gear. Dirty Talk.

11. Has anyone ever gone beyond your personal line of respect sexually?

Yes, any guy who has hurt me while fucking me and failed to stop until I get used to his cock. That shows a total lack of respect. Monster cock is an exception, because it was glaringly obvious that he was going to hurt me.

12. Where is the most romantic place you have had sex?

Outside, in the pouring rain. It was with Christian and we were in Scotland together. The combination of the rain and the rugged landscape made it very romantic. But the fact that I was genuinely in love with Christian, played a part.

13. Where is the weirdest place you have had sex?

In a church, it was just a blowjob and it wasn't with the priest. But still!

14. Have you ever been caught having sex?

Twice, toilets in Gr8 Vicky St station and also at Gaint's Ring. Although the time I was caught at Giant's Ring, the guy was a fellow cruiser and wanted to join in.

15. Ever been to a bar just to get sex?

Is that not what your supposed to do at the weekend? I guess the answer is yes then!

16. Ever been picked up in a bar?

Yes, I can't even think of a smart ass comment for this one.

17. Have you ever kissed or had sex with someone of the same sex?

This question is retarded. I'm gay, I only kiss and have sex with people of the same sex.

18. Had sex in a movie theater?

Remarkably, No! Must work on that one.

20. Had sex in a bathroom?

Yes. I feel so dirty!

21. Have you ever had sex at work?

No. This is something else I must rectify.

22. Bought something from an adult store?

Porn and Fetish Gear, I guess.

23. Do you own any sex toys?

No! I don't like toys, I want the real thing.

24. Does anyone have naughty pics of you or are you on film?

Probably, I'm sure there's footage of the time I tried out for Mr Gay UK, floating around on the internet somewhere. Also there's photo's of my cock and ass on more than a few guy's mobile phones.

25. Have you ever had sex with someone and called them the wrong name?

Well, when you don't know a person's name, it's freakishly easy to call out the wrong name during sex. I would also have to factor in the times, the guy fucking me lied about his name. Along with the times, that I was having sex with somebody else - in my head. On these occasions, I probably called out Ben Cohen or Brad Pitt's name.

26. Do you think oral sex constitutes as a form of intercourse?

Oral is only foreplay, even when I do it.

27. What's your favorite sexual position?

On my back, with the top holding my legs apart and fucking me senseless. I love to see a top's face, when he cums in my ass.

28. What's your favorite sex act?

Anal, without doubt!

29. Have you ever had sex with more than one person at a time?

Yes! A couple of threesome and the occasional GangBang. I wish, Mark was still available to pimp my ass out. I miss being fucked and bred by multiple guys.
Sat, January 16, 2016 - 4:38 AM — permalink - 0 comments - add a comment

Naked in the Dunes: Maspalomas, Gran Canaria, Canary Islands, Spain

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guysn2cmnm.blogspot.com/2016/0...an.html
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www.justusboys.com/forum/en...in-Part-1 ]

The article below is a retrospective on Maspalomas, the sand dunes beach, located on the southern tip of Gran Canaria, one of the Spain's Canary Islands off the coast of Morocco.

Beside being probably one of the world's largest clothing-optional beaches (especially if you include the large sand dunes area behind it), it is also a naturally scenic desert-type chain of volcanic islands (none are active now). It's has an arid climate with little rainfall. The sand accumulates over the centuries from what is blown to the islands from Morroco's eastern shores of the Sahara. Some of the sand dudes are in huge drifts upwards of 30-50 meters high.

I (Kelly) have traveled there for each March for the past five years. There are great opportunities for some casual CMNM situations, and there is hardly any place like it as far as wild outdoor and even public sex (mostly between men), but also a lot of hetero couple and partner-swapping fantasies are being lived out for real.

I also share David's (atitlan) enthusiastic memories of the Island of Gran Canaria described below. However, mine are much more recent because I have visited it every March since 2005 (except for last year).

So it was refreshing to return to the the island and its dunes this March to find it basically unchanged and just as cruisy. I also saw many cases of exactly what he describes below. There are straight (seemingly... at least) guys who go out singly or in pairs or more into the dunes away from the crowds of either clothed or nude sunbathers along the beach to take a few private naked photos. It was interesting to watch them do so - although I hesitated to take any photos of two straights taking candid nude pics of each other. Besides, there were plenty of other 'distracting' activities going on in the dunes and among the bushy stands of tree found in the low areas between them.

Atitlan's post:
These are almost certainly the dunes between the resorts of Maspalomas and Playa del Ingles on the south coast of Gran Canaria in the Spanish Canary Islands off the African coast.
We have posted many Maspalomas images here previously, nowadays a big gay destination with a vibrant
nightlife and a crowded male-only nudist section on the beach.
When I visited first aged 24, the resort area was about a tenth of the size it is now and not gay at all. The 3-mile beach other than around the hotels of Playa and the lighthouse at Maspalomas was virtually deserted.

However the dunes proved to be something of a magnet for certain young men from the city of Las Palmas to the north. Not many of them, maybe half a dozen at any one time across the huge expanse of dunes, unlike the hundred and more tourists to be found among the bushes
these days. Back then I was the only tourist in the dunes. The men I would see tended to look and act like the guy in the attached photo, average age 21, dressed in shorts, speedos or nothing at all and with obvious intentions. I don't know how the image here came to be taken but it certainly brings back happy memories!

atitlan

--------This post and the above photo were forwarded in a group email message
from atitlan (david) on his [ymna] Google group [ymna2] Yahoo group. ----------

You can receive his messages if you are subscribed to the Google Groups "ymna" group.
For more info and options, visit the group at groups.google.com/group/ymna
Atitlan wrote:
On my first visit to Maspalomas in the Canary Islands,off the African coast, this part of the beach was practically deserted. There was one hotel by the lighthouse but almost nothing else. Further along, past what is now the gay beach and around the corner towards Playa de Ingles, I could put my clothes in my backpack and walk naked for ages without seeing a single soul, as people hid in craters with stone walls to protect themselves from the wind.

Now the whole 3 miles(?) of beach from the lighthouse to Playa del Ingles is crowded. What it does mean is that there are many hundreds of naked men to be seen on the beach and in the dunes. And there's a busy nightlife too in this all-year-round resort area. After Playa started to become a gay destination in the mid 80s, several clothing-optional gay hotels opened up. Few now offer this facility, the result I imagine of overlooking buildings that went up in the property boom. Here's one I've found that still is clothing optional:
www.villasblancas.com/
There may be others. Info from readers and other members or visitors will be most welcome.
atitlan

This retrospective on Maspalomas (and Playa del Ingles), along with a current photograph, was forwarded in a group message ---------- From: atitlan in his own [ymna2] Yahoo group.


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Cap d'Agde, Nudist Mecca in Southern France

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mecapoil.blogspot.com/2016/01...ern.html
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www.justusboys.com/forum/en...ce-Part-1 ]

A sudden surge of interest in Cap d'Agde, the nudist city on the south coast of France, prompts me to provide some more information about the place. Some of this has appeared previously, a year or two back.

(1) The season lasts from May to September, though there is no guarantee of warm sunshine throughout. The most crowded and most expensive period is July/August.

(2) It's a big place, with around 1,000 dwellings and a large campsite as well. It's not very French. If you want French atmosphere, stay in the nearby picturesque fishing village of Marseillan and walk to Cap d'Agde along the beach from Marseillan Plage, without having to pay the day entry fee.

(3) A good map and useful information on facilities can be found here:
www.capdagde.com/documents...sme-FR.pdf

(4) Some up-to-date context, including a lot about the 'libertine' (swingers) incursion that started in the 90s, is here:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cap_d%27Agde

(5) There's a busy English-language (and mostly British membership) Yahoo group on the subject, exchanging information on travel, accommodation and friendship. The messages are predominantly but not exclusively from straights:
groups.yahoo.com/group/capdagdenaturists

(6) There are plenty of nudist travel companies that will arrange accommodation and travel for you, though some may discourage people other than male/female couples and families. The longest- established British company is Peng Travel:
www.pengtravel.co.uk/
It is fairly easy, though time-consuming, to drive there from the UK and much of the rest of Europe.

Erections are increasingly acceptable in liberal nudist resorts like Cap d’Agde. Why not, it’s a natural reaction of helpless men becoming sexually aroused, harmless, nice to see and to show, a bit funny as well.

(7) Would I recommend it? Well, it's worth a visit, if only to enjoy the curiously-liberating experience of nude shopping in the supermarket and walking naked along urban streets. There are good opportunities for making new friends, though I think this might prove difficult if you go alone - you might feel rather left out among crowds of people enjoying themselves. That's the problem for me - crowds of people, lots of noise, a lack of beautiful natural surroundings. Depends what you're looking for, I suppose.

atitlan

----------The above travel information and photo were forwarded in a group email message ----------
from: atitlan on his [ymna2] Yahoo group.
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My Maiden CMNM Experience

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www.justusboys.com/forum/en...ce-Part-1
or
interracy.blogspot.com/2016/0...ce.html ]

Yesterday I had my kind of CMNM (Clothed Male Naked Male) situation.
I was in the swimming pool of my city, the sun was shining and the pool was crowded. It was a very nice day until it started to be cloudy. Many people left the pool and I decide it was the time to have a shower.

As I entered the locker room I realized I wasn’t alone since one of the showers was clearly tuned on. I put my bag on a bench and went to the showers, where I found a man cleaning himself. He was some 60 years old, a bit overweight and fully naked. The man left the shower as I started washing myself. When I finished, it was clear that we were the only two into the locker room. So I decided to take off my swimming trunks (even if a sign recommended to wear the swimsuit in the shower). I went to the area of the locker room where the benches are, fully naked. The other man, much older than me, was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.

I noticed he was looking at me. The locker room is very small so we were very close. I took advantage of this situation and started to find the towel inside my bag. Then I started to dry myself, exposing my body to the man as much as it was possible. I took time to dry my back and my legs, exposing my bottom and my hanging penis. It was clear that the man occasionally looked at it. Finally I put the towel over the bench, next to the other man’s bag, sat there and started to dry my hair with another small towel. He was adjusting his stuff inside his bag.

Suddenly the door slammed because of the wind, since it was just half closed. The man went to the door and closed it. Then he said to me:
-This door keeps opening… There are people naked inside here, and the door should stay closed.-
-Thank you sir.- I replied, smiling to him, since I was still naked.
He smiled back -You are welcome, boy! After all, this is the men’s locker room, our place… Others shouldn’t be able to look inside.

I smiled. Then he started to talk to me about the weather:
-It will rain soon…-
-I hope not- I replied -I have to go to a garden party tonight…-
-Let’s check- he said taking his phone -Look! it will rain, sorry, boy-
I went closer, still fully naked, to look at the screen of his smartphone.
-Oh no!- I said.
The men put a hand over my shoulder and said smiling:
-Come on boy, you are young… a bit of rain is not a problem, I think-
-I think you’re right, sir-

The man finished to adjust his bag:
-Have a good evening, boy!- he said leaving the locker room.
-Thank you! Good evening- I said.
As the man walked out, a guy around my age entered. I put my clothes on, showing only my rear. He took off all of his clothes and went to take a shower.
His soft penis was the last thing I saw before leaving the locker room

Anyone else into CMNM?
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My First CMNM Party by elivativa


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www.justusboys.com/forum/en...va-Part-1
or
guysn2cmnm.blogspot.jp/2015/1...va.html ]

My First CMNM Party
by elibativa ©

When I was in my 20s, I worked as a figure drawing model for art classes and private groups. I am now writing about these experiences. My wife and I were both graduate students. We lived in a very affluent university town. To make extra money, I worked as a nude model.
One day at a private drawing group, after I had finished my last pose, a new man in the group approached me before I had even had a chance to put on my robe. His name was Paul, and he asked if I could talk to him after I got dressed. When I had finished getting dressed in the corner of the room, I went up to Paul and we walked outside together. He told me that he was a member of a group of men, all over 50 and very wealthy, who staged parties twice a year. They hired young men in their 20s to entertain them. The young men would strip off their clothes while the group members remained fully dressed.

I told him that I was not a dancer. He said that was fine - it was the stripping that interested in the group. They often hired artist models because artist models are comfortable being nude around clothed people and because the pay they offer is much higher than what artist models make. I told him that I was quite thin and not at all a bodybuilder. He reminded me that he had just seen me naked, and the group likes all body types. He also told me that I obviously had a large penis, and the group did like that.

He then went on to tell me that in his opinion it was a shame that artist models are paid so poorly to be so generous with their bodies. They are willing to be nude in a room full of clothed people, they are willing to go into any pose suggested by the artists, they are willing to expose the most intimate parts of their bodies, and they are willing to accept some pain for the benefit of the artist drawing them.

Look at this class for example, he went on. In many poses, you were willing to show me your genitals. In one pose, you even showed us your anus. And I know you were in some discomfort during the last pose. Yes, you were getting paid, but for really not very much money at all. Our group highly respects what artist models do, and are glad to be able to give them more money.

I wondered how much they paid. Paul told me that it all depended upon how many people were at the party and how much they liked me. But he never saw anyone leave with less than $500. He also assured me that it was entirely up to me what I did. I would not be forced to do anything. I could leave whenever I wanted to. But how much I made depended upon how well I pleased them. I told him I would do it, as I really needed the money. He said he would call me in a few days.

When I got home, I told my wife about this. She surprised me by telling me that before we had met, she had occasionally worked as a stripper for bachelor parties. She told me the parties were a lot of fun, and I should enjoy myself. Paul called me a few days later, and gave me the details of where I was to go. The party was to be held in a mansion owned by one of the group members in a few days. He also asked me to avoid ejaculating until the party so I would be very fresh.

When I got to the party, the group members were already there. Everyone was old except for one fully dressed young man who was talking to Paul. Paul motioned me over and introduced me to Sean. Sean was going to be the other entertainer tonight - there was originally going to three entertainers, but the other one cancelled at the last minute. Sean, who had entertained here before, was pleased that there were just going to be two of us, since we'd make more money that way.

Since Sean had done this once before, he went first. It would give me a chance to see what happened before I started. Paul told me that the men were very generous with their tips, what they gave depended upon how I had pleased them, and I would get my money at the end.

Paul announced to the group that they had two entertainers tonight, Sean and me. All the group members took their seats (the room was filled with couches and arm chairs). There were around thirty men in the group today. He reminded everyone that

Once he was fully aroused, he left the stage. I had been told that the men had to remain seated and they had to remain fully dressed at all time. But given those restrictions, the men could do whatever they liked with Sean. He walked up to each of the seated men in turn. Each old man would tell Sean what he wanted. Some wanted a lap dance, so Sean would rub his ass against their crotches. Some wanted to suck Sean. Some wanted to masturbate him. Some wanted to stroke his asshole (no penetration was allowed, but touching was fine). And some wanted to do everything.

I noticed that each of the men got up to put money in the tip box after they were done playing with Sean.
After Sean finished making his rounds, he left the room. It was now my turn. I went up on the stage and took my clothes off. I masturbated and got hard right away. It was tremendously exciting to be doing this in front of all these men, and having them watch me so attentively.

I then took a deep breath and left the stage. I went up to the first man. He was in his late 50s, bald, and quite fat. He made it very clear what he wanted when he grabbed my hips, spun me around and put me on his lap. I got feel his hard cock beneath my butt. So just like Sean, I started to rub my ass against his cock for a minute and then moved on. We were told to stay with each man for no more than a minute. The next man grabbed me by the hips and pulled me towards his face. He took me in his mouth and sucked me for a minute. The next man threw me over his lap and played with my asshole for a little.

After the third man was finished playing, I took my first good look at the men in the room. I had assumed that I wouldn't know anyone, but actually I recognized a few of them. Two were artists who had drawn me in the past. One was my landlord. And one was a professor in my department.

So what did these men want? The artists both wanted to masturbate me, and since they were sitting on a couch together, they did this together. I learned later that they were a couple. The landlord wanted a lap dance. I think he may not have recognized me. The professor happened to be one of the last men I entertained. He also wanted a lap dance, and when I was finished with him, he said "See you soon, whore". I assumed he meant at school. I was a little embarrassed to see him there, but I figured that now we both knew something about each other.

After I had finally finished my rounds and served each group member, Paul came up to me with my clothes and walked me out of the room. I was still nude as we walked. Paul told me that I would get the money in the tip box after I got dressed. Paul told me that the group members were very happy with me, and he thought I had made more money than Sean did. He estimated that I made over $700.

Paul then told me that now I had a chance to make a lot more money. He said he would explain in a minute. We walked down a corridor, and I could hear some moaning coming from one of the rooms. I noticed a list of names on the door, and then we walked to another door that also had a list of names. This list was longer than the list on the first door; there were about 20 names on it, including Paul's name and the professor's name. The professor's name was the first on the list.

We opened the door, and I saw that the room contained a large bed in it. There was a tube of lubricant on a table next to the bed. Paul told me that the list of names were the people who had signed up to fuck me after the show. This was entirely up to me, and how much the man paid me was up to him, but each old man paid at least $100 to fuck the entertainer in the ass. So I stood to make at least $2000 more if I wanted to do this.

I told Paul that I had never been fucked in the ass before. He told me that was pretty obvious, and that the group members usually liked fucking straight men anyway. I thought how much better my life would be with the extra money, so I said yes. Paul left the room, and the professor entered in a few minutes. He took off his clothes and put some lube on his already hard cock. He told me to get on all fours, as that would be the most comfortable position for me to get fucked for the first time.

He got behind me and put his hands on my hips. He put the tip of his cock against my asshole, and penetrated me a little. My asshole resisted mightily. The professor noticed this and laughed. He said that he loved fucking a virgin because he had to really work at pushing himself in, which he found exciting. And it gave him a real sense of domination over me when he entered me fully, since he did this against the initial instincts of my body. And the resistance of my sphincter made it great for him since I was so tight.

So he pushed and pushed, and eventually was fully inside. Then he fucked me, slowly at first and then increasingly faster. The sensation of being fucked was pretty great once I was fully open. I could feel the professor's cock suddenly get even larger and then it started to throb. I knew he was coming inside me, and then I came also, even though I was not hard. My semen ran down the front of my thighs. The professor was thrilled that I had come. He said it showed true dominance when you could make a man come just by fucking him.

The professor got off the bed, opened the door, and another man walked in, fully nude with a large erection. I remembered that I had to fuck twenty men! I didn't even have a chance to wipe myself before the next one was in me. The professor stayed to watch the second man. My asshole resisted the initial penetration a little, but not as much as with the professor.

As the next man was fucking me, the professor started his lecture. He told me that the male body was built to be fucked anally. First, there are all the nerve endings around the anus - both men and women have this. These nerve endings could be a source of pain, but if a man is stimulated enough (as you had been during the show), the nerve endings will only report pleasure. And unlike a woman, a man also has a prostate gland. Stimulation of the prostate gland, which is most easily achieved with receptive anal sex, is all pleasure.

Men have evolved to enjoy being fucked in the ass. By the sounds of your moans, I can tell that you are enjoying it right now. And why would this be, he asked? As was usual, he answered his own question immediately. When a younger, weaker man offer his asshole to a dominant male to be fucked, the dominant male will first fuck him, but then protect and mentor him. The less dominant man gets accepted into the group, and eventually achieves a higher status and gets to reproduce. So a young man who enjoys being fucked in the ass has a better chance of survival and passing the trait of enjoyable anal sex to the next generation.

The professor does like to lecture, but this is the first time he ever lectured me with a man's penis in my ass! The second man eventually came, though no ejaculation this time from me. When the second man pulled out, I noticed that there was a crowd of nude men around me. All the others who were going to fuck me were in the room, watching me.

The next two wanted to work together. While one was fucking me, the other would have me suck him. After a few minutes, they switched. When the second cock was in my mouth, it tasted of lube, shit, and semen. Somehow they managed to both come at the same time. I didn't know what else to do with the semen in my mouth, so I swallowed it.

After that, it all blurs together in my mind. I do remember at one point being rolled over onto my back. Two men would hold my legs in the air, while another man fucked me. Behind fucked with my legs spread wide felt very feminine. Paul was one of the last men to come to me. He asked that I get back on hands and knees as that was his favorite position, as it permitted deeper penetration.

I remember telling him that it was too bad that there was absolutely no asshole resistance anymore, and I hoped it was still pleasurable for him, as it was for me. He told me that he absolutely loved being one of the last - by that point my asshole is so soft, welcoming and wet. My asshole is basically a cunt at that point, open and ready to be fucked, and he loves fucking a man with a cunt, as I have right now.

The professor then added that since the male asshole does not self-lubricate as the vagina does. So we have to use an artificial lubricant. You may have noticed that only the first few men used the tube of lube before entering you. The semen that we have all been ejaculating into you has served as the best possible lubricant for the men to follow. It's not just that the male asshole has evolved to be fucked - the male asshole has actually evolved to be gangbanged.

Because it was basically one man after the other in my asshole, when the last man finished, almost all their semen was still inside me. When he pulled out of me, all the men were behind me watching. They applauded as their semen rushed out of me. I was getting soaked! Then everyone but Paul left the room. He walked me to a bathroom were I could shower before I got dressed. Before I showered, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was covered in semen. My asshole was very red, very wet, and very wide open.

After I showered and got dressed, Paul came up to me with my envelope. It contained over $3000. He also told me that the group had made a video of my performance, and they would certainly enjoy watching it. They also traded videos with other groups like theirs around the world. If I wanted to travel and have my performances pay for me travel, he would be happy to set this up for me.

When I got home, I told my wife about the whole experience. She was glad to get the money, and was glad that I basically had a good time. When I told her that I would do it again, she told me that she wasn't surprised. When she was a bachelor party stripper, it was understood that any man at the party could fuck her afterwards for a fee. She told me she sometimes was used by over 30 men. And once in a while, if I was out of town, she still did this. It paid so much money, and was also a lot of fun. She really enjoyed all the attention and enjoyed knowing that all those men wanted to fuck her.

She gave me a hug, and was glad that I was so open about all this. She told me that from now on, we could both openly be gang bang whores. They should put their tips into a box next to the stage immediately after being served by the entertainer. Sean walked up to a small stage. He stripped off his clothes slowly until he was nude. He then masturbated until he had an erection.

by elibativa

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The Neighbor's Son

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uberhorny.blogspot.com/2015/1...on.html ]


The Neighbor's Son by xplorer2000
Fiction, Anal, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Boy, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Gay, Oral Sex, Young

Introduction: A straight man finds ecstasy on the other side with his neighbor's son.

"May I help you sir?" The motel clerk was a pleasant looking middle aged woman. She seemed unusually perky considering it was almost midnight.

"I'd like a room for two, please."

"King or two doubles?" she asked.

I took a quick glance out the glass doors to make sure she couldn't see my passenger in the car. I deliberately parked just out of view.

"King, please."

What would she think if she knew that I, a 45 year old happily married man, had an 18 year old boy in the car? And what was I thinking? Did I really believe anything was going to happen tonight with Brandon? Should I change my mind and get the two double beds? I knew that would be the right thing to do but I left it as it was. Hopefully, Brandon wouldn't mind. I paid with a credit card, took the key card, and walked out to the car.

Brandon was the son of our neighbor, Julie. My wife, Cheryl, and I moved in across the street from them about five years earlier. Brandon's parents had recently been divorced and his mom got Brandon and the house. She and my wife became good friends over the years. Now Brandon was off to college. His mom wanted to drive him down but it's an eight hour drive each way and she was in the middle of closing a very important deal at work so, she couldn't get away. I am self employed and make my own hours, so the wife volunteered me. I didn't mind, I liked Brandon and enjoyed his company. The plan was to drive up the day before and stay in a motel. That way we could get Brandon moved into his room the next morning and I could get back home in the afternoon.

The problem was that I had recently found out Brandon was gay. That he was gay was not the problem, that I knew about it and couldn’t stop thinking about it, was. Over the last few years I had been curious about being with another man. I'd never so much as touched another man's penis or even seen one erect, except in porn, and since finding out about Brandon, I'd been fantasizing about sucking his cock. It had become an obsession. Now that there might be an opportunity, I had no idea how to approach it. I couldn’t exactly just ask him, "can I suck your dick?" What if he freaked out and told his mom. She would have then, most certainly, told my wife. All I could do was take it slow and see what happened.

When I got back to the car, Brandon was half asleep with his head on a pillow leaning against the passenger window.

"I've got some bad news. They only have one room left and it has a king sized bed," I lied. “If you want, we can drive a little further and see if we can find a room with two beds."

"I don't mind if you don't," he said. “We’ve been driving forever and I just want to get to bed."

We had gotten a late start and hit bad weather and heavy traffic. The eight hour trip turned out to take eleven. I was relieved he didn't want to look for another motel but nervous about what to do next.

The room was a typical motel room with a king sized bed, TV, and a small desk. The sink and vanity was in an open alcove at the far side of the room with the toilet and shower behind a separate door. I decided to walk across the street to the convenience store to get some beer; liquid courage.

"That sounds good, do you mind if I have one?" Brandon asked.

"You don't think your mom will mind?" I immediately regretted putting myself in the adult chaperone mode, especially since we hit it off so well on the drive down.

"Nah, she lets me have wine with dinner all the time. Besides, I'm going to college; I think she knows I'm going to have a beer every once in awhile."

I left to get a six-pack, aware that it might be just what I need to break the ice. Brandon had a runner's build but only weighed about 120 lbs. One or two beers might be all that was needed to lower his inhibitions.

When I returned, I was disappointed to find that Brandon had changed into sweat pants and a T-shirt. He apparently planned to go to bed fully clothed. We both grabbed a beer and Brandon flipped on the TV. I finished half my beer before announcing I was going to take a shower, stripping down to my boxers before going into the bathroom. I was hoping to see some kind of response from Brandon. He glanced at me and I thought I saw him sneak a peek at my crotch but I couldn't be sure. It was probably just wishful thinking. I kept myself in good shape but what are the chances an 18-year-old would find a guy my age attractive.

By the time I got into the shower I was horny as hell but I resisted the urge to jack-off. I knew that was probably the only relief I was going to get but I was still holding out hope that something might happen with Brandon. I stepped back into the room with a towel wrapped around my waist. I was able to calm my cock a little but it was still semi-erect and the towel barely concealed it. I decided to throw caution to the wind and put on clean boxers in front of Brandon. After all, we were two men and it wouldn't be that unusual to change in front of him. I dropped my towel to the floor and pulled out a clean pair of boxers from my bag. I was turned to the side, giving Brandon a good view of my cock without being too obvious. I'm average sized, about six inches and not very thick. I don't know if he was impressed, but Brandon was definitely staring straight at it.

I put on my boxers, grabbed another beer, and crawled under the covers. I noticed that Brandon had grabbed a second beer. He also wanted to take a shower but, to my disappointment, went into the bathroom to get undressed. He grabbed a third beer and took it in with him. The alcohol couldn't hurt, I thought. I considered ordering some porn but thought that would be too obvious and just watched the news instead.

By the time Brandon got out of the shower I had drifted off and was startled awake. I watched him at the sink brushing his teeth, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Brandon had long, straight dark brown hair that reached just below his collar. His skin was olive, making him appear Mediterranean. He had a muscular back but a small waist. The tight fitting towel showed a tight ass leading to thin but strong legs.

Brandon turned off the light above the sink and walked to the side of the bed. I could just make out the outline of his dick under the towel before he turned the lamp off, leaving only the light from outside, peeking around the curtains.

"How was the shower?" I asked.

"Nice and hot," he said. "I needed it to warm up, it's freezing in here."

"You want me to turn the temperature up on the thermostat?" I offered.

"No, I'll be fine once I get under the blanket."

Brandon took off the towel and threw it on the floor. I could barely make out in the dim light that he wasn't wearing shorts. He got under the covers and lay on his left side with his back to me. That wasn't a good sign and there was also way too much space between us. I was resigned that Brandon did not share my fantasy. My cock was rock hard and poking straight up creating a tent in the covers. I rolled onto my side facing Brandon and decided to wait for him to fall asleep so I could quietly beat-off in the sheets.

Brandon's breathing seemed to grow steady after about fifteen minutes. I feigned stretching and reached out touching him with my right hand, letting it rest on the small of his back. If he woke up, I would just pretend to be sleeping. Suddenly, he shifted and mumbled something about being cold again and then scooted backwards so that he was only inches away. I moved my hand to his waist. He was so close, I could feel his body heat. I realized that if I moved forward an inch or two that the head of my hard dick would be touching his butt, but I didn't dare.

Was he awake? I couldn't tell by his breathing but he was laying perfectly still. Under the guise of being asleep, I let my right hand drift to his stomach. If he stirred I would just roll over and he would assume it was done unintentionally. I slowly moved my fingers feeling his thin stomach hairs on his tight abs. Then I felt his hand on mine. I froze, still unsure if he was asleep. After being frozen with his hand on mine for a minute, I felt Brandon's hand pushing mine downward to his groin, down past his soft pubic hair to his fully erect cock. I lightly put my fingers around it. I gripped it slowly, still unsure if he was awake or possibly dreaming. I moved my fingers up his shaft and felt a drop of pre-cum on the tip. Then slowly moved my hand back down and slowly massaged his nearly hairless balls.

Brandon grabbed my hand and wrapped it tight around his shaft and slowly directed it up and down. I took the hint and slowly started jacking him. He moaned lightly and I knew he had to be awake. I moved closer until my dick was pushing against the crack of his ass and continued stroking his shaft. Brandon rolled over to his back and threw the covers off, allowing me better access to his body. I could see the shadow of his dick, hard and slightly curved upwards towards his chest. I couldn't wait any longer to taste him. I moved up on my left elbow and grabbed him with my free hand, guiding his crowned staff to my mouth. I licked the head, tasting his pre-cum, then slid my tongue slowly up and down the shaft, bathing him in my saliva. Then I took him until my mouth. His shaft felt like silk wrapped around hard wood. It was thin enough for me to easily get into my mouth. I slowly took him deeper and deeper until I felt the head at the back of my throat. My nose was pressed against his pubes and I realized I had him completely in my mouth. I was proud that I wasn't gagging at all. It was hard to believe how natural it felt to have a cock in my mouth.

Slowly, I bobbed my head up and down, gliding my lips and tongue along his shaft. I could tell it was having the desired effect on Brandon as his breathing got heavier. I alternated between sucking and licking as I massaged his balls. Brandon lifted his pelvis to meet my mouth as he held my head. My own erection was harder than ever as I came to the realization that I was a cock sucker. Gay, straight, or bisexual, I was actually sucking a cock.

I felt his manhood pulsate just as Brandon warned that he was cumming, releasing his grip on my head so I could pull away. But I couldn’t, I had to have his sperm in my mouth. Brandon grunted and moaned and I felt his body spasm as he came. The first spurt came as I had him deep in my mouth, splashing against the back of my throat. I adjusted so the head was just inside my lips allowing the second and third spurts to shoot across my tongue.

Brandon reached over and flipped on the lamp as I continued to lick and suck on his penis, doing my best to clean-up every last drop of cum. Then Brandon opened the drawer to the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lubricant. He must have placed it there anticipating, or at least hoping, that something might happen between us.

“I want you to fuck me Steve,” he whispered.

“Okay,” was all I could say.

Brandon squeezed some lube on his hand and then spread it over my erect penis. Then he handed me the tube and rolled onto his stomach. I knew what to do. I spread his ass cheeks and squirted a little directly on his love hole. I rubbed it in, using my fingers, slipping one and then two fingers inside.

He raised his butt slightly and spread his knees, signaling that he was ready. I pressed my cock head against his rosebud and pushed forward. With a little effort the head slipped in. I took it slow, pushing in a centimeter at a time, pushing in and then pulling back before pushing in a little deeper. Brandon moaned in pleasure. Soon my cock was buried in his ass. I started pumping rhythmically. It was so tight, I could see why some people preferred anal sex to vaginal.

With my hands on his hips, I pumped harder and harder. Brandon had his face turned to the side and I could see the pleasure he was feeling with every stroke. I reached around to grab his cock and found it hard as stone. The feel of his cock and the look on his face only heightened my arousal. Soon, my primitive side was taking over; my sole purpose in life was to cum deep in his ass. By then, Brandon had pushed my hand away and was jacking himself off. My orgasm swept through me and I shot load after load deep inside Brandon. I couldn’t remember the last time I came so hard and so much.

Brandon came in turn and buckled beneath me. I collapsed on top of him and kissed his neck. As my dick softened I rolled onto my side and Brandon did the same. We fell asleep spooning with my hand resting on his now flaccid dick.

I woke up early and decided to take another shower. As the hot water flowed down my body I thought about what had happened. Had Brandon liked and wanted it as much as I had, or did the alcohol make him give in. He had at least three beers, maybe four. He had to have been at least a little drunk. I dreaded the thought that last night was a one time occurrence, or worse, that he would think I took advantage of him.

I was startled when the shower curtains opened. Brandon stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the lips. Then he dropped to his knees and gave me a slow passionate blowjob, one like I had never had before. I came in his mouth and Brandon swallowed every drop.

We washed each other rubbing soap over every inch of our bodies. When we were done I picked up Brandon and carried him to the bed, still soaking wet. I threw him on the bed and devoured his cock. I couldn’t get enough of it, sucking and licking his rod and his balls, tasting every inch. Like a starving man eating his last piece of bread, I savored his cock knowing that it might be a long, long time before I would have it again.

Brandon came all too soon and I knew we had to get going. We had breakfast at a restaurant next to the motel and then made the twenty minute drive to campus. We talked about college, Brandon’s future, the weather, and anything but what had happened. After we carried all of his things to his dorm, Brandon walked me back to my car. He gave me a long, tight hug. I felt my cock getting aroused and wondered if people nearby could tell that we were lovers. I realized I was being paranoid, anyone watching would just assume that we were father and son saying goodbye.

About a week later, Julie was visiting and I asked about Brandon.

“It’s funny,” she said. “when he left, he made it clear he wasn’t going to be coming home often, maybe not even for Thanksgiving. Now he wants to come home for Columbus Day weekend. I think he misses his momma.”

Somehow I knew, Mom was not who he was missing.
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Embarrassed Naked Male Short Stories, Part 1

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I remember a day from when I was 15. I got off school early because I had a doctor's appointment. Should have been a fairly normal thing, a usual check up. Little did I know how far out of my comfort zone I was going to go that day.

I arrived at the office and waited in the lobby with my parents. We had already discussed that I was old enough to go into the examination room alone so we were just waiting for my name to be called. There was a cute blond girl about my age who would look at me and look away quickly as I caught her gaze. I could feel myself blushing so I'd hide my face and look away.

"Sam?" that was my cue to head into the exam room.
"So we here you're old enough to go in by yourself?" I nodded in agreement.
"Well that's true, you are 15 and you are going through puberty now as well."
I hesitated a reply.

"It's okay it's natural. But we'll need to examine your penis and testicles to make sure you're growing properly, so before we weigh you and measure your height, we'll need you to strip completely naked"
"What?" I felt my voice crack. "But I've never been naked in front of anyone before since I was a child!" It's true, I have a girlfriend but we've never seen each other naked before.
"Well you're old enough to be mature about nudity now. It's natural. I'm a nurse I've seen many people naked and I've seen many penises it's okay!"

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These amateur photos of guys naked in public situations were forwarded in a group email message from Ben (BuckleBuddy) on the PublicNakedGuys, A Yahoo group
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I hesitantly took my shirt off, next came my pants and socks and finally, with a pause, I dropped my underwear to my feet. The nurse smiled like it was nothing and took my clothes into another room. I stepped on a scale facing her and covering my crotch while she weighed me and measured my height. She then directed me into an adjoined room.

I sat on the paper on the raised bed and it was cold, that sudden chill making giving me a very hard and unexpected erection. Pointing up at about 4 and a half inches, I tried not to think about it, hoping it would go down before the doctor came in.

"Sam! We need you to come out and sign this sheet." I heard my mom call.
"Mom can you please come in here and bring it?" I replied.

"Get your lazy butt out here, it'll only take a second." I wasn't sure how to break it to my mom that I was butt naked without yelling it out to her and embarrassing myself. I opened the door slightly and when I noticed I caught her attention I opened it enough that she could see I was nude but without seeing my crotch.

"Oh come on Sam, this is a doctor's office no one will care if you're naked. Get over here or your grounded. I'm not arguing with you."

I couldn't believe my mom was going to make me walk out there butt naked in front of all of those people. I prayed that the cute blonde wasn't there. I covered what I could of my boner and slowly walked out. I felt my heart drop in horror as I met her gaze walking out.

She smilled at me and looked away quickly.

"Now that wasn't so hard was it? Now we need you to sign this sheet so for future reference you can come here on your own for check ups without us from now on."

I whispered "mom can I take this to the other room? I kind of need both hands to... y'know..."
My mother pulled my hand away from my crotch "Stop fooling around Sam this will only take a moment."
I felt my boner shoot up in plain view of everyone including the cute blonde. I saw her eyes go straight to my crotch and she smiled again in sort of a laugh. I quickly signed the sheet and covered it up again, humiliated that I was in plain view of at least 10 different people.

"Now that wasn't so hard was it?" My mom said slapping my butt. "Head back in the room."

I covered my penis and ran as fast as I could. My boner refused to go down but the doctor didn't mind. He told me it was natural and I shouldn't feel ashamed. But somehow I did. As we left the blonde was still there and she gave me a small wave. I smiled back and I could feel myself blushing. I wish I had gotten her name or something. I went home and locked myself in my room and masturbated a few times that day, imagining myself having sex with her. Part of me was almost glad she had seen me naked...
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Naked and Composed: CMNM Festa Honolulu, Jan. 1-3, 2016

CMNM EVENT.. even a whole New Year's Holiday of CMNM.


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www.justusboys.com/forum/en...16-Part-1 ]

The photos represent what our CMNM New Year's Festa Honolulu will (hopefully) be like:
Naked/Suited Pool Party, amateur strip and CMNM Comic Routines, Naked Sushi Feast, etc.

Really? So far in previous attempts and earlier this year, we've not had much turn-out at the few actual live events, but we're a world-wide group of men.

There are thousands of members and men interested in CMNM scattered everywhere. Eventually, I have always said that there will be enough CMNM guys in one spot to be able to hold some live events.
Hopefully, this New Year's in Hawaii (Oahu ) maybe also the outer island, Big Island, Kauai, or Maui) will be the third annual CMNM Weekend Festa from January 1 - 3, 2016 in Honolulu.

If it can be successful, then there are bound to be similar CMNM events held at other locations in North America, Europe, South America, Asia and elsewhere.

To find out more, please go the the Festa Invitation page at:
www.eventbrite.com/e/cmnm-f...023869907

There you will find more details, and important the rules of expected behavior, and how to got about applying for an invitation to attend as a CMNM guest, or also how to apply for the few volunteer staff and paid performers (actors, dancers/strippers). No services of sex industry workers are being solicited.

CMNM Festa in Waikiki Jan. 1 - 3, 2016

If you are going to be in Honolulu for New Year's (Jan. 1-3) or can be at the Big Island (Kohala) at Christmas, then make plans to attend one or several of the CMNM Weekend Festa from January 1 through January 3, 2016. (Other events are planned for the Big Island (Dec 24 - 25).
See the other CMNM events at:
www.eventbrite.com/o/club-c...813880240

Who can join: Legal adults (21 or older for most events).
Single males, couples or groups are invited to participate. Women are not barred from attending, but this IS a male - mostly gay or homosexual lifestyle - although some married couples (M/F) could possibly find it very stimulating.

Who will be there: Since it's just getting organized now, there's a good chance we'll have a dozen (or perhaps much more) men attending the private CMNM events. There's no doubt they will be fun and worth it: strippers, erotic dancers, naked waiters, and an assortment of exciting clothed male / naked male activities and games are planned. The private homes and rented hotel suites will also make a comfortable and elegant venue for some memorable excitement you will never forget.

What type of events: CMNM Festa Welcome Pool Party (at a private home - clothing optional - of course), a Naughty Costume Party and Role-Play in a penthouse suite of a Waikiki Hotel, a sleepover (with clothed and naked males in attendance), male strippers and uniformed hosts will be in attendance at several of the events. In the day time on Saturday and Sunday, you can enjoy several tourist excursions or some special CMNM events and tours: visit to a nude beach, naked diving / snorkeling, a naked catamaran cruise, and a CMNM wine-tasting and sushi party with both nude and clothed waiters.

The tentative dates listed below are correct, but the events/activities are only just being set up:
Friday evening, Jan 1 CMNM Naughty Costume Party Waikiki (in a hotel room)
Jan 1-2 same Friday night to Saturday morning, Sleep-over at the hotel with 'Night Light & Fleshlight Games'
Saturday afternoon (12:00-17:00), Jan, 2 CMNM Picnic and CMNM Beach Excursion (located revealed later)
Saturday night, Jan. 2 CMNM Role-Play Party, Strip Performance
Sunday afternoon, Jan. 3 12:00-3:00pm, Nude Dudes + Clothed Guys Catamaran Cruise
Sunday evening, Jan. 3, CMNM Pool Party and BBQ, with hired performance entertaining
(NO LOCATION YET.. any suggestions or recommendations?)
Monday, Jan. 4 - Excursions (optional) - Naked Hiking, nude snorkeling and diving, etc...

To find out more, please go the the Festa Invitation page at:
www.eventbrite.com/o/club-c...813880240

There you will find more details, and important the rules of expected behavior, and how to got about applying for an invitation to attend as a CMNM guests, or also how to apply for the few volunteer staff and paid performers (actors, dancers/stripper). No services of sex industry workers are being solicited.
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My first trip to Bali: Indonesia at its best and its worst, Part I



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On January 2nd - 8th a few years ago now, 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 aggressive 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 artisan 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 the 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 constraints. 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.

Visit this blog again to read a later update on my trip to Bali.
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Has your friend's dad ever hinted at fooling around? Part 6

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I have not had any experience with any of my friend's dads but I had a very interesting encounter with my next door neighbours eldest son who was about twenty six at the time.

When I was about thirteen I used to go to my next door neighbours house to watch TV as we did not own a TV. There were two sons who were older than me and two who were younger. One of the older sons had been away for a few years and came back to stay for a while. His old bedroom was now their TV room. One day when I was there the parents and three of the sons had to go out but they said it was okay for me to stay and watch the TV. The older of the sons came home just after they left and went to have a shower, when he came back into the room where I was watching the TV he only had a towel wrapped around his waist. He sat on his bed and pulled the towel out from under himself and proceeded to dry his shoulder length dark hair. He had dark hair across his chest and also in his pits and down his abdomen.

I lost interest in the TV show I had been watching and my dick was getting very hard as I watched him dry off. He suddenly stood up and began to wipe the towel over his cock and balls and his dark, thick pubic hair. When I saw this my cock began straining at the inside of my shorts leg. He continued to wipe his cock and walked towards me and said.

"Have you ever seen one like this?"
"No," I said staring at his growing cock.

"I can see that yours is hard already," he said and knelt down and rubbed my dick through my shorts and then ran his fingers up under the leg of my shorts and pushed it up exposing my knob. He leant forward and took my cock into his mouth and sucked. It was the most amazing sensation I had ever experienced and I reached down and took hold of his lovely cock. It felt warm and hard and there was a trickle of precum oozing from his piss slit. I jerked him off as he continued to lick me until I came. He then stood up and took his cock into his own hand and jerked himself to climax then he went over to his bed and got dressed just as the rest of his family came home. Unfortunately we never did anything else together as he went away again soon after and only returned occasionally. But for years after whenever I had a wet dream I could still feel his warm breath on my thigh.

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I should also preface, that my "girlfriend" wasn't really my girlfriend but were each other's beards- we were close friends, but when our parents assumed we were going out, they started to give us money to go to movies, dinner, ect... this was good because we were in high school at the time, and had no money. Not to mention did not want to come out just yet, so we played it out. So one night, Molly and I were chilling up in her room getting baked as fuck, when her mom knocked on the door and asked us if we were presentable, like a knee jerk reaction we both shouted "no" as the room was thick with smoke. her parents were cool with me over, as we had beed "dating" for a year an a half already.

"So do you guys want to watch a movie with us" apparently Mr B was home
Molly yelled "Uggg, No not right-" "that sounds great" I interrupted (the parents really liked me )
"Great, we are having turkey for dinner, do you want any will?"

"Nahh i'm good" rethinking my state, "Actually, turkey would be uhh ... wonderful"
"It's all ready" "come down soon so we can all watch the movie... its a wonderful movie about blah blah blah"

We composed ourselves, reassuring each other that we really didn't look that fucked up, and stumbled downstairs. We grabbed a plate of turkey and started the movie.
Molly's head was resting in my lap when her parents walked in. Her dad walked in first, He was 5 10" and not really in shape, but not over weight either, just avrage. he was 43, and had been a punk rocker when he was a teenager, and would always wear some kind of leather, today though, he just had short gym shorts on and wife beater. perfect for looking at his body, his body didn't have too much hair, and his back had none. His hair was short, with a flip in the front, and had been going gray ever since i had meet him, and by now it was a nice salt and pepper color.

He walked in, caught my eye, and winked at me. We had been playing this weird, who was going to smile first, game since i had first meet him... he won majority of the time. I raised an eyebrow, and he looked at his wife behind him. She was coming up behind in some momo thing, "i'm going to have another drink, honey? Molly, ask Will if he wants a drink. i want a maaaamoooosaaaa." (Drunk house wives entertain me)

Molly was staring at the ceiling, "what?"
"Will do you want a beer?" Mr B asked. "ummm" i said looking anywhere but at him.

He grabbed a 6 pack and put it on the end table next to my left arm table, "feel free." looking at me in the eye.

I glanced down at the beer, only where the beer was, Mr B's buldge was level with it. To not act weird i looked up back into his face, and reached out for the bottle closest to his crotch, not looking, "i'll play" i thought, but when i went to grab it he moved up a little and my hand brushed up against him, i felt his cut cock from under his thin shorts. It felt like an eternity, staring up at his smirking, then surprised face. He winked, and i looked down at his cock which started to pop up and expand.

Our eyes met for a split second, then Mrs. B stumbled into the room. Molly was still staring at the ceiling, her eyes slowly closing until her mom jumped on the adjacent couch. "Sit here" she ordered to Mr B. She leand in his lap the way Molly was in mine.
The two couches were facing each other, and i could see his reaction to Mrs. B's slamming her head on his cock.

He winced, and i chuckled. He looked up at me smiling, and i winked. Molly and her mom were asleep before for the trailers were over, I knew i was the only one watching the movie, but i could feel Mr B looking at me, head to toe over and over again. I was so glad Molly was asleep, if she knew she slept on a my fully erect dick.

The movie ended, and we both woke our ladies on our laps.
"i should probably take Will home" (i was 16- but didn't have a car)
Molly just rolled back over on the couch, "whatever"
Mrs. B didn't even wake up.

"Should we be worried about her?"
"No, she's fine"

We started down the hallway to leave the house, when Mr. B put his warm hand on my shoulder to stop me when we reached the front door, "You smoke grass, don't you?" "ummmm" "I knew you did- lets go to the garage" with a shrug he lead the way.

I walked in, and the place was covered in old punk rock shit, leather, chains, posters, and such. He looked me, and said, one second, he ran over to a dest in the corner, and pulled out a pipe in the shape of a cock and balls. their was pot still in the pipe, he but the cock pipe to his mouth, and but the head all the way in. it was actual pretty funny to watch, lit a match and started it. Looking me in the eye the whole time. he took it out of his mouth and gave it to me, and i put the "head" to my lips. He walked over closer to me whilst i was was inhaling the smoke, I gave it back to him, he put it on the counter and started to hug me tightly kissing me, then started to work his way down to my neck, I was in ecstasy, my body was tingling all over, i slipped my hand around his shorts sliding them off, while he pulled off my shirt off my body.

Now i'm no jock, but have been going to the gym since i turned 13 and ran junior varsity track, but quit when i cut in to my smoking, so i have been keeping my self pretty fit, for a little while now, so when this daddy took off my shirt, and i had bigger arms then him, i felt like i could make him go down first, and boy did he, but when i started to cum, he flipped me over and with a squirt of some lube, was in me in no time. No protection, just blow, flip, fuck.

Needless to say my best sex yet!!!

Later on i was talking to Molly about her dad, and she mentioned that Mr B was only her step father- he real one died in... well not in a good way. So i never spoke to her about that night which is for the best. and we stopped hanging out a year ago.
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I do though, see her step dad all the time.

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When I was 14 I slept over at a school friend's house and we watched "Jaws" until quite late. By the time it had finished my friend's mum and sister had gone to bed and he and his brother were asleep in the lounge so only myself and his dad were awake. The dad was about 40, handsome, about 5'8 and slim toned build. When the film finished he asked if I wanted a bottle of beer and asked me to go into the kitchen with him.

So I followed him in and as he got the beers I realised he was hard. He was purposely facing me all the time to make it obvious and when he knew I'd seen he pulled his pants below his balls and whipped his cock out. It was about 8 inches and uncut, he had big hairy balls too.

I had no idea what to do, I just stood there frozen. But then we heard noises in the other room and he quickly stuffed it away again and turned around to open the beers. His son (my friend) walked in and started chatting to us so the moment was lost. The rest of the night and the following day I spent at the house I never really spoke to the dad, it was a bit awkward.

But I was so curious about him and really wanted to do something about it so I arranged to sleep over again a few weeks later. When I got there I was disappointed because my friend's mum and dad had gone out for the night and wouldn't be back til late so that really dampened my mood. We went to bed around midnight - I was sleeping on a mattress on the floor next to my friend's bed.

Around 1:30 I woke to find my friend's dad creeping into the room. He motioned with his finger for me not to speak, crept over to me and knelt down. He was completely naked and rock hard, I was terrified but also extremely excited as he pulled my covers away, removed my boxer shorts and lay right on top of me. Again I did nothing, I just froze and was scared stiff that my friend would wake up. The dad started kissing me and I had to go along with it - my head said no but my cock was definitely saying yes! We spent a few minutes kissing and grinding, it felt absolutely incredible when his cock rubbed against mine - it didn't take long for me to cum and him neither, we came within seconds of each other and I remember he shot a massive load from my stomach to my neck and licked it all off straight away.

To finish, he sucked my cock clean and licked my hole a few times before kissing me again and whispering "thanks" in my ear before going back to his wife in bed. The whole thing lasted 5 minutes but it was my first sexual experience with an adult and to this date one of the most exciting. I remember the whole time we were grinding he was quietly moaning "oh son, oh son" so I get the impression he wishes he could do that with his son but was too scared so used me to act out the fantasy.

In the morning he'd gone to work by the time I woke and then I went back home. Although I remained good friends with his son, I never saw or spoke to his dad ever again and a few months later the family moved down South and I lost touch. But that memory will last forever!

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This happened a few years ago when I was 20. I used to work out with weights in my garage, so if you drove past our house on our cul-de-sac you might see me working out. So one day my casual friend/neighbor's dad, who is a lieutenant in the town police force, walks over to me while I was cutting the grass. He says that now that his son is in the marines he won't be using his weights anymore. So the dad says that if I want I can pick up the weights in his basement.

I agreed and he said something like "I'll be working around in the basement, no need to knock, just come on down." So I was like, Okay, once I'm finished cutting the grass.

So about an hour later I go over and open the side door and walk down to the basement. It was eerie quiet and there was no evidence of any work being done. Everything was very orderly. I called his name to see if he was even there and then he appeared.

I said, Oh, hi. He nodded and said, Let me show you around. It was a finished basement and he wanted me to see all the work he had done. But I was wondering what work he was doing right now? He said he was busy down here working. But on what? I saw absolutely nothing to indicate that any work of any kind was being done.

So he showed me around, the workstation, the bar, etc. I started to get the feeling that he was waiting for me down here. I got the strangest feeling that he was doing nothing but waiting for me. My heart started to race, cause I was just twenty and scared So after showing me around we're facing each other about six feet apart. He's just looking at me, standing still. Now I was getting really worried. My heart was pounding.

I awkwardly said, Uh, where's the weights? He showed me where they were and I just said thanks and started carrying them up. I made one more trip across the street and was hoping he would not be down there. He wasn't.

After that he drove his cop car around town and whenever he would pass my house he would look away, like he was embarrassed I guess.
If only he knew that now, years later, I whack off thinking of what might have been. I could have been on my knees giving this lieutenant head.
I was too young and stupid to do anything. Seize the day is what I learned.

And if you're a young buck who wants to get with an older guy just give him a sign, a hint. Admire his muscles and say something like, "Damn, you got a good build." See how he responds to that.

If it's a favorable response, next time let him see you looking at his chest and say, "U da man." Say it in a macho, admiring way. Soon after, let him catch your eyes on his fly for a split second. He'll put two and two together and then wait for him to make his move. When he does, GO FOR IT.

You know the expression "If only I knew then what I know now"? Well now I know that when I was younger I had a lot of power. I could have gone up to older, masculine studs and hit on them. Unlike a teen or a twenty something they're not likely to punch you out. They'll either be into it or they won't be. But I doubt you'd be bashed.

Just give hints and see where it goes. I'm still wishing I had sucked that cop off!
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