Showing posts with label fetish. Show all posts
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Sunday, April 24, 2016

Various CMNM situations - Which one have you been in?


Filming A Mate Take A Shower.

   

When I was in high school me and some friends went away for a weekend to a filmmaking festival. The idea was to spend the weekend making a funny short film and having a good time away from our parents. The film we had written was a B-grade style horror film spoofing films like Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Psycho. And so, of course, there was a shower scene where one of the characters was murdered...
During the shoot I was behind the camera and one friend was in charge of the special effects (tomato sauce in water pistols). The victim was being played by another one of our friends. He had no shirt on and was just in his shorts. He was young and skinny but had some defined muscles and the beginnings of a six-pack. We discussed how we were going to shoot the scene and had a quick rehearsal. Then he ******** down to his underpants and stepped into the shower ready to shoot.

With the water flowing and soaking his briefs, I could clearly make out the shape of his package. He seemed to be quite aware of this, and in fact,  seemed to be enjoying showing off. He kept grabbing at his crotch to try and make his bulge look bigger. We angled the camera so that only his top half could be seen and you couldn't tell that he wasn't completely naked, but take after take the waistband of his briefs kept creeping up into frame and ruining the shot.

My friend asked if it would be easier to film if he really was naked. The thought went through my mind that we probably didn't need him to *****, but honestly I was a little curious and without hesitation he pulled off his 

briefs. He immediately started pulling on his **** to make it grow just a little bigger, he obviously wanted us to see he had a decently sized ****. I tried not to look, or at least look like I was looking, because I didn't want him to get the wrong idea. But he was staring at my eyes, not looking away. It felt like he wanted me to look and he wanted to catch me peeking.

At first I felt very awkward that he was naked while me and the others were fully clothed and I was pointing a camera directly at him. But it became less awkward when I realized that he was quite comfortable and was, in fact, enjoying it. 'It's okay, you can look at my ****' he said, which surprised me. After that I couldn't help but look, he grabbed his **** again which had grown slightly since he pulled it out and he stood proudly with it hanging between his legs. It wasn't awkward anymore but quite a funny situation.We finished shooting the scene and he jumped out of the shower. He hung out in the nude for a while before he got dressed.
 It's funny, amongst my current group of friends I have a reputation of being overly comfortable with nudity and stripping off at parties etc. But thinking back to that day, I found it quite impressive seeing someone so eager to ***** off in front of their friends and show everything.



Exhibitionist Coffee

During the summer I had gone to the local nude beach (about 20 miles away) a few times and enjoyed it as people walked past and had a good look at me sunbathing naked. It’s a long beach with the nude section up in the dunes at the far end so anyone at that part of the beach is fully aware it is nude and expects to see people naked. I would find a nice spot, ***** off and settle down to sun myself knowing it wouldn’t be long before some beach walkers would come past. As the dunes undulate up and down you don’t know if there will be someone over the next peak of a dune so sometimes walkers would suddenly appear almost next to me. Some of the walkers were just walking and nothing more. Others were hoping to “stumble” across nude sunbathers to they could get an eyeful. So occasionally someone would suddenly appear close to me and make quite a show of apologizing for disturbing me but at the same time making sure they had a good look. And I’m fairly sure some people came past more than once. Mostly the walkers were dressed, or at least wearing swimmers, and I quite enjoyed the fact that they were seeing me naked while they were clothed. Occasionally some would stop and chat and I really enjoyed it as they stood looking down on me as I lay naked before them. It was the typical British chatter about the weather and very seldom did they comment on the fact I was naked….but some did and that was fun.

Some weeks later I was fully dressed waiting to meet a friend outside the post office in the town near the beach when this chap walked past, nodded and said hello. I politely nodded back and said hello to him too. He stopped and smiled and said “You don’t recognize me do you?” I replied that I didn’t and he said that he had almost not recognized me with my clothes on but was now sure we had chatted before.

The look of surprise on my face made him laugh and he explained that he had seen me on the nude beach and had made a point of walking past a few times and even stopped to chat once or twice as an excuse to have a good look at me. We chatted a bit and although I couldn’t recall chatting with him he described the towel I was lying on etc. and then said that I was circumcised – which is true – so clearly we must have chatted….or at least he had seen me naked before. He was in his 60’s and called Bill and said he admired my body and had really enjoyed chatting to me on the beach as he looked at me naked. He gave me his number and said if ever I wanted somewhere to ***** off during the winter I could visit him at his house which was nearby. Then my friend arrived and Bill said goodbye but as he went he said I should call him.

A week or so later I met my friend again and I was just about to head for home when I remembered Bill and called him and asked if he was serious about what he had said the last time. He said he hadn’t really expected to hear from me but would love to see me and invited me round for a coffee, although it couldn’t be for very long as he had to go out later.
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I knocked on his door but thought it likely he would ask me to ***** off. He welcomed me in and showed me through to the living room and we sat and chatted a bit. We went over the old ground of how he had enjoyed chatting to me as he admired my naked body during the summer and his surprise when he saw me in town. He seemed to enjoy describing my body to me as if confirming to both of us that we had chatted and he had in fact seen me naked before. I found it quite exciting to hear his description of my body and particularly how he described the parts you would only see if I was naked….the level of detail he had convinced me that he had definitely seen me naked before!



Then he said I should feel free to take my clothes off. I laughed and said I had wondered when that would happen. He said he would love to see me naked again and had hoped that was why I had visited! So, in front of a retired gentleman who I had only just met, but who had clearly seen me naked before, I took all my clothes off. Although I still couldn’t recall chatting to him on the beach his description of my body and the fact that he seemed like a nice guy meant I was happy to do it.

 I was a bit nervous as I hadn’t really ******** off for someone like this before, but his reaction and appreciation soon put me at ease. Being naked for strangers on a beach is very different for being naked for someone specifically because they have asked to see my body. I was now sitting naked on the sofa and nervous over what was going to happen next. He asked if it was ok for him to remain dressed as he was quite shy but loved the fact I was so exhibitionist. I took that as an invitation to show myself off so I stood and paraded about the room before standing in front of him and making sure he had a good look. He watched and clearly enjoyed what he was seeing.



Then he asked if I would like a drink so I followed him into the kitchen where he put the kettle on and made us both a coffee, chatting normally but he was also looking me over and smiling as he did so. We stood chatting with our drinks about the weather, traffic, etc. He showed me round his house and the view from his upstairs bedroom of the beach. I was quite comfortable walking round his house completely naked and every now and again he would stop to have a good look at me – and when he did I would strike some pose that showed myself off to him.

I offered to wash up the coffee cups and as I did I felt him come up behind me and put his arms
around my chest, caressing me gently.

I rubbed his arm by way of encouragement and so he got a bit braver and lowered his hands to below my waist, softly taking my growing member in his hands. I put my hands over my head, giving him unrestricted access to the whole of my body, which he proceeded to feel all over, moaning with pleasure as he did so.


I could feel the cool touch of his clothes against my back as he held me close against him and felt quite excited at the fact I was so completely naked and exposed to him.

He was enjoying the total freedom I gave him to play with my naked body, saying how lovely it was. He said we only had a few more minutes before he had to go out so I invited him to have a last good look and feel before I got dressed.


After I got dressed and he saw me out the door he said I’d be very welcome to visit again. I think I will.
 









Saturday, November 1, 2014

Touched in public -- Fondled or Groped on the Trains




As you have no doubt heard, there are now Women-Only train cars on the some of the public and private train and subway lines in Tokyo - it's an attempt to prevent sexual groping (men abusing women or teenage girls). They operate these cars mainly during peak rush hours. Yet, I wonder if the authorities realize that they may be encouraging male-male groping behavior by reducing the ratio of women on train cars.

  


When I live there and travel in Tokyo, I found it somewhat erotic - although more frequently just plain frustrating and irritating -- to be crammed together like sardines in a train car. Especially during morning rush hour, there is invariably a time when your body or someone else's in pressed up against your front, back or side. Most people try to appear oblivious and just pull in their appendages, and bear it (not bare it), but there seem to be quite a few men (both str8 and otherwise) who seem to enjoy it.


I have had my share of being groped or at least rubbed provocatively by Japanese men on trains. Some of it, of course, is 
completely accidental. However, there were times when it definitely was not so innocent or at least was mutually
pleasant -- to put it mildly. One time I could feel the guys cock rubbing against my leg - I am taller than many Japanese men (although younger men are getting taller and taller as the years go by). He was obviously enjoying the sensation because as we rode along and the train just got more crowded, he proceeded to get a full on erection.

Another, I was on the Keio line leaving Shinjuku at night and it was very crowded. A young guy seemed to not only welcome having me pressed up against
 him, but he turned himself so that our crotches would be pressed together. This wasn't actually either of us groping, but the force of the bodies and the movement of the train keep us both aroused as we were smashed together at the groin.

There is an urban myth among gays in Tokyo that men who are seeking mutual accidental encounters (rubbing, groping or even stealthful mutual masturbation) will congregate in the last car (or is the first car). Once I saw a tall foreign guy in overalls apparently getting a hand job from a shorter Japanese man in the last car on the Chuo (Orange) train.

Finally, there used to be a wild event on or near Halloween (Oct 31) weekend on the Yamanote train (green circle line around central Tokyo). 

Each year a while back, hundreds of people in costumes (mainly foreigners) would all meet at Shinjuku station at 9:00pm and then jump all together in the same train. The mass of bodies would literally fill up the cars like morning rush hour,
then at the next stop, everyone would scramble out of the trains car, and then rush like mad to change cars -- sort of like musical chairs. I participated once and ended up being videoed on the national television news (since the media decided to show up and film the event). The JR authorities did NOT appreciate it much at all -- especially since some 'regular' passengers were bumped into or caused inconveniences (like not being able to get off the train). There was also a lot of trash (beer cans, wigs, and pieces of costumes) left on the trains - because most everybody was drinking or already drunk by the time the wild train parade got going (typically on a Friday or Saturday night). One guy who I befriended while riding this mad Halloween train rush, was wearing nothing but a yukata (casual cotton kimono) and proceeded to show me that he had nothing on underneath it. I found that to be so hot - he was using the event as an opportunity to flash. Nowadays, the train authorities have put a stop to the Halloween parade - after a few years, they figured out when it was going to happen so they brought
in a lot of cops to stand guard around Halloween weekend. Also the number of party animals has dwindled since Japan has undergone quite a long economic recession - there are just not a lot of young party-going foreigners around since good jobs are harder to get these days.

Still I have no doubt the train-groping will continue to go on. It's just too tempting and almost impossible to avoid really since so many people are crammed into a small space. Fortunately, it mainly only unbearably crowded in the rush hour morning commute. The leisurely mutual brush-up-against-you teases are still likely to occur on the afternoon and evenings.