Encountering once again a self-revealing stranger

 Do Hostels make for hostile people?  I think not.

A recent email  to a former limited acquaintance is found below. Why is it significant enough to blog

about it?   Once I learned something important from a complete stranger I happened to find sleeping next to me.  Now, I wonder again if it's possible to learn something or even teach him some valuable again.  Let me try to explain...

I met JH (not his real name or initials) and really thought he was cool guy. He  was masculine, athletic, and rather good-looking, but he was down-to-earth and a good listener, too.  We were sleeping in adjoining bunkbeds in a youth hostel while we were both on business/pleasure in Honolulu several years ago.  We enjoyed talking and did spend some time doing touristy things. 

 Nothing much really happened that was truly important, but I could not get out of my head that this was a time that my two normally completely separate lives  - my alternate personal identities - straight father who is university professor and gay blogger who travels the world to stay at gay nude resorts - would come together for a brief time.

To explain that  significance, it might help the readers to understand a bit more about me and my second life as K L  

     Being careful about self-disclosure comes easily to a self-exposing naturist, I love travel, being naked, enjoying new experiences, and helping others reach their potential. Sex is pretty good when thrown in the mix. I am not always 'gay' or truthful about being straight either - but I'm never dishonest. My real age and real name are not disclosed - I don't look a lot like Orlando Bloom now, even though people have noted the resemblance(s) to him. He's my archetypical hero.

    If sex were just simply a bodily function or loving the beauty of  the male face or form was recognized a wholly human artistic endeavour, or if we only recognized having sex as a way to manufacture new human

carcasses (receptacles for our brains) then I'd not have to hide part of my identity - the gay one.
'The Web (virutality) is not a windbreaker or umbrella as much as it is a sail. It's not even waterproof or certainly not a fullproof shelter from the storms of existence, but I find it a wonderfully wild set of habitats.

I found a photo of JH on a hard drive where I had downloaded it months earlier,  and then his name and a MySpace page recently in a pile of notes and papers, so I decided to google him to see if he had emerged somewhere.

Sure enough he was found on Facebook (his 'straight' or regular guy self), but he also figured somewhat prominently in another person's life-story. Based on what I read in the following blog  http://wackyonensf.blogspot.com/   That blogger describe his long-running problems with a series of gay roommates, and what he disclosed about JH was not very flattering or nice because they had been some kind of financial problem with getting his share of the rent paid.

JH was very likely 'escaping' from the wrath of this irate roommate during the very time that I met and spent a good many hours with him in Honolulu. I believe is was during the month of November, which is also his birthday.  What I found rather attractive about him was the unusual way he slept, it was manly and erotic, but so cute too. His nightly acrobatics made me have a several night's of fitful sleep, where I was furtively jerking my dick while straining to see up the athlete shorts he slept in each night.

Just the night before he (or was it I) was to leave the next day, I confessed to him that I thought he was a really handsome guy who must be hit on my a lot of women and men. He shocked me by telling me that he preferred it when guys hit on him -- instead of the females.

 It floored me to think I had been laying in my bunk bed next to his all those hours (over 3-4 days) wondering about his body, and thinking of something nasty I'd like to do to it, when all I had to do was simply ask him. No, he wasn't really interested in a man old enough to be his father. But, the next morning, he briefly explained that he was moving out because someone guy he had just met had asked him to stay at his place - obviously for a romantic sexual encounter.  Like.. Damn!

[This is his own photo from a old MySpace page. I had saved this photo in order to help me remember having met JH in Honolulu.]

  persona, and that I was very envious of him for being able to do so right now.   We parted that day and I had not heard from him until my re-discovery of his existence just today.

That incident revealed to me that today's young gay men have a incredibly different perspective on what being gay means to them. One large reason may be because the way that gays are perceived nowadays is so different than when I was growing up into manhood.  I even told JH about this realization and commented that I would someday like to be able to be myself - a gay father, professional  academic,  happily married without living in a disguised

So I wrote to him today (via Facebook) and wonder if he'll even reply and what he'll say.
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Dear JH
 We met in Honolulu a few years ago when you and I stayed at a hostel in Waikiki Beach there. Sorry -  that's not my real photo in my Facebook profile.  So I won't be friending you here. I just thought of you recently when I happened to come across some old notes, and decided to look you up on Facebook.

  As you probably won't recall, it surprised me to discover (thanks to your being forthcoming) that you are (were) gay.
So am I - but also happily married to a woman for over 30 years.  Your life (what little of it I know) was a very different experience from the time when I grew up.

  I know you may not want to be 'reminded' of being gay or of that time in HNL. Perhaps you won't appreciate my having purposefully 'run-into' you again.  However, it is only to wish you well, and because I respected you - although I don't have much reason to do so.  But I think we did have some good conversations in that short time. By the way, I have been back several times to that hostel and have made several friends and new acquaintances from around the world - both gay and straight.

I just wanted to say that I wish you well, and hope you're finding life good or making of it what you want.  One of my sons was living in the Bay Area for the last two years, but has now returned to Tokyo. I know at one time, you had intended to come to here for skiing.  Did you make it or have you been back again since then?  If you do and have time to spend, I'd be glad to show you around, or at least have some food or a drink.   I'm not stalking or wanting a date - and no even interfere, but if you'd like, I'll send you a message via my 'real' (and ostensibly straight) persona here on Facebook.
Cheers,

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Here I sit now.. waiting and wondering what kind (if any) response I will get back. In reality, I had written to him several times (with his old Yahoo email address) but never got a reply. I suspect that if

 what the blogger (link above) has written is true, then TH may be very revealing about only some aspects of his life (or even lie by others). Perhaps he would not feel safe and secure to disclose some of this past mistakes and problems.  Eventually, we all get older and certainly don't want mistakes in our past to ride herd over our lives. However, it takes a man to admit that he has learned from what he did in the past. So I wonder if TH was half the man that he seemed to be at the time.  Perhaps, I'll never know but it is important for him to recognize that his life did and does affect other around him -  even when only knowing each other for a brief moment in time.

Added Note by author: Just the next day, I received a welcoming message from JH. He was glad to hear from me, and owing to his new business venture, he'll be coming to Japan next year a couple of times. So we'll probably have a chance to meet at that time. It's not such a small world and small minded planet after all. I will contact him subsequently via my 'real' email address and Facebook profile.

Sleepless on a camping trip next to hot 19-year-old Japanese twink

Sleepless on a camping trip next to hot 19-year-old Japanese twink

by

sunbuns99

, September 23rd, 2005 at 07:07 PM

I don't really have a fetish about sleep, but I think a guy who is sleeping sometimes turns out to be even more sexually attractive from the very fact that he appears innocent and vulnerable. I have a recent story (posted on my blog) about getting very excited while sleeping next to a hot 19 year-old guy who had given every indication of being interested in me and my body. It was one of those long sleepness nights next to a hot man -- where you are borderlone alseep but mostly awake and trying every which way to cop a feel,
grab some ass or put your stiff prick up next to his crack. I don't really think Tai was so innocent because of his mannerisms, and the way he contrived the circumstances, but I did manage to respect his vulnerability  - although if he really WAS awake for part of my ministrations, he certainly is wiser in the ways of male-male bonding -- especially when sleeping to an older man in a camp cabin.

I have just returned from a camping trip with some students at the institution where I am an instructor. This is a annual fall camp-out. This time there wasa group of 7 m/f and all over 18. It was a school outing, but camping often seems to bring out the primary instincts - horniness. 

One freshmen guy named Tai was along who seemed a bit overly interested in me.

  

I had no intentions of encouraging him, but he would not give up. Even before we took an evening hike, he and his buddy were asking if we would be back in time to take a shower. The campground had coin operated showers.As the hike leader, I made sure we got back before the camp staff closed them for the evening (10:30pm). The two guys asked me if I was going to shower too, so I agreed. It appears they arranged for me to be between them.

Tai got in first, but before his 3 minutes was up, he called out to say that I could come in a get started. He "helped" get my things arranged while he stood there in the nude. He took my clothes as I undressed; he was standing the small dressing area outside the shower area.

Note: The photo on the left is one of this blog author:

 I got the strong impression that he was really just trying to get a good look at me in the nude --

he did not really shut the sliding door fully, but keep it open a few inches, and kept pull it back further to ask if the water was all right or to hand me my shampoo.

{Note:  The photo on the left shows what I wanted to do to the young Japanese twink I was sleeping next to that night.} 

He seemed to be taking a long time to get dressed. Although it sounded like a good way to save coins stacking us up to use it in quick rotation -- my instincts told me that Tai had conceived of this plan to get a gander at my goodies. He even sent his buddy to fetch something back at the cabin - thus giving him some extra time to chat me up innocently. Of course, I got a semi-hard on -- not too obvious because I really
was not trying to seduce him, but he HAD gone to a bit of maneuvering to get to see my cock -- so I did not grab a towel -- but let him get a good look.

Well, I know this is about fooling around with sleeping guys -- so I am getting to that.

The eight of us were sharing the same cabin-- which has simple mats for the floor instead of beds.After the showering "incident," I was eager to see where Tai would place his mat. Sure enough, after the card game that ended around midnight, he was pulling up his mat and pillow right next to me in the corner of room. His buddy was on his right and I was on his left next to the wall. 

Like other JUBers might think too, when I am in bed with a strange man, I just CANNOT get to sleep easily. Since Tai has seemed to make it clear that he wanted something from me or was interested in me (like being his daddy -- not just sexual either - I am not sure he is out at all -- which can be a very awkward - if not risky situation). To cut a too long story short, I was up all night and my cock was most up too. Tai tossed and turned, but he did appear to be really a sleep. I am not his instructor, but I work at the institution he attends, so I was not going to do anything forced or coercive.

But I certainly had plenty of opportunity to get nudged and sort of hugged by him (front and back). I did my share of hugging, rubbing and innocently  placing my hand near his crotch and lean into his rounded butt. 

At
one point, I really thought I was going to cum and was leaking pre-cum copiously.

 

 

My cock went right up the crack of his ass and our gentle but regular breathing created a erotic rhythm that was about to drive me over the edge. But I don't think he was not really "into" having sex -- probably he does not know what he wants and it is not my place to bring him to any further conscious realization about whether he does or not -- -- so I did not take any actions that could not be construed as just innocent "bumps." He was both heaven and hell. 

The experience is something I'll remember for a long time to come.

Caught Jerking in a Public Park by a Young Japanese Guy

 
An original story first published on my JUB blog

by sunbuns99 / sunbuns  / sunbunz

Some of the photos are of me and a few were even taken on this day by cellphone camera. But the others are just photos found on the Net. I obviously didn't get a photo the stranger who caught me naked and jerking -- although now I wish I had asked him to take a picture.

  I do a lot of traveling to Asia -- recently to Hong Kong and into southern China and have lived in Tokyo for long periods at a time. I want to tell about flashing a clothed Japanese guy in Tokyo a couple of summer .. actually, it was one of the first times to really flash a guy and get more than just a reaction. He seemed to really like seeing me nude and enjoyed watching me jerk off. It happened in a public park on Tokyo Bay and the young man was a complete stranger who was attracted by his noticing I was naked in a public park where other people where around. It caused hime to come closer and catch me masturbating and even to encourage me to ejaculate. It was one of the hottest experiences I've ever had with a stranger.
[ The photo on the left just above is one of the author's of this blog.]

                                         

It was in early June and I had some time off so I went down to Odaiba -- which is a large man-made island in Tokyo Bay just across the Rainbow Bridge (I think that is name). There is a beach (not much good for swimming because the water is so dirty, but there are some windsurfers in the water). Out passed this sandy beach which is about 1000 m/yds longs, there is a walkway out to some old man-made islands (one is exactly square). 

These were built to appear to be fortifications and there were large fake cannons (highly phallic - if you ask me) that were supposed to scare off Admiral Perry and the American Navy way back in the mid 1800s. Anyway, this area is a public park now. So I headed out there one sunny Friday in June to check it out. I found one corner of the 'square' island where there were fewer people. It faced the long suspension bridge that spanned from Odaiba island over to main Tokyo. 

The island has a embankment around the perimeter but the entire center is at a much lower level so you have to climb up stairs to reach the banks -- this means that many people don't actually see over perimeter as they walk around the island. There were some other people (partly clothed) sunning themselves further on down this side of the island so I decided to strip down to undies and catch some rays.

 One guy was wearing only a fundoshi - the wrap around loin cloth that used to be traditional Japanese underwear and now is typically only worn during festivals. Seeing him almost nude inspired me.
It wasn't long before I went further and took off all clothes. It was a grassy slope leading down the bank and I was sitting under a tree so it was not so clearly obvious to pedestrians who went up the stone stairs 30 ft behind me that I was nude. But if someone came off the walkway along the embankment and walked down the grassy slope, they get a good idea. So it was not a blatant act of flashing .. I was sunbathing nude, but that would only be clear to someone who was curious enough to approach me. There were boats that passed in the harbor which might have been able to see more if the driver or passengers were interested -- also pedestrians who walked along the bridge walkway could catch a glimpse of a nude form in the grass but they could not clearly identify me unless that had binoculars (or a zoom lens) since the bridge was far off. I stayed for nearly two hours -- not much happened.

Another foreign guy (not Japanese -- I think he was European) came up and seemed interested. He sat down about 50 ft away and sometimes gave me a look. Later he got up and came over to ask a question about directions, I was pretty sure that he was not going to scream in panic and just wanted to get a closer look so I really didn't cover up. But he was pretty much on the level and didn't comment on my nudity or really show that much interest either. So he moved on after we chatted just a minute.

Well, I found that very stimulating to be sitting there nude in a public park in Tokyo -- admittedly it was rather isolated, but it was one of my first flashing experiences. I never consider being naked on nude beaches as flashing - -although I suppose if you are showing a hard cock in the dunes like you are baiting a cocksucker with a hook, line, and sinker -- that might count. I've done that.. but this was the first time to be completely naked in front of strangers (few and far between ) in a public park where most people would NOT expect nudity.

It was not too long afterward that I noticed a younger Japanese guy (maybe 20) walking along the embankment on my right. There was a concrete gulley (used to drain the central plain of the island) that was too wide to cross between us. He noticed me and then he sat down on a bench about 75 ft away but kept looking over at me, obviously intrigued. I lay back at one point so that he could get a real glimpse of cock and pubic hair so he could confirm I was really nude. That would either get his juices going or he'd just leave if he were not interested in seeing dick. Sure enough, he got up but with an obvious glint of real interest in his eyes. So he made his way back up the ridge, and then proceeded down in the center of the island and disappeared. In a short time, he reappeared at the top again and looked around, seeming to decide if it was all right to approach me. 

After all, I was this naked foreign (white) guy sititing in the grass on a warm summer's day not far from downtown Tokyo. I don't think it was something he had ever seen -- neither was it something I had ever done -- so blatantly. He kept his eyes on me -- wanting to get a look at my cock which had now stood up hard and erect - since his interest was so obvious. I was starting to drip pre-cum as he made his way down the slope and around the tree and then stopped in front of me - standing between me and the bridge in the distance.

He sat down on one of the poles that supported the single length of chain that roped off the edge of the bank, staring at my erection. He was definitely cute and I could see the lust in his eyes -- I was really excited and as he sat there I could not help but reach for my hard cock and stroke it. He moved up closer and stood over me as I stroked more. He braced my legs with his and pushed them wider so that he could get a better look at my ass crack too. He urged to me on -- asking in Japanese, ' Ii kimochi?' (Does that feel good?) I grunted in response and he asked me to go on beating, 'motto yatte'. (Do it more). I wanted him to reach down and touch me but he kept glancing to his left and right down either side of the embankment. Still he was encouraging me to keep stroking, 'ii nah".. "kimochi?". "Yatte." I could not keep quiet because it was SO hot to be watched by a complete stranger in a public park who was clearly enjoying the show. I was moaning too and responding to his taunts I pushed against his legs and raised up to reach for his cock through his loose athletic pants, but he pulled upright. Maybe he was straight or maybe he was too cautious to do anything himself, but he was certainly very interested in watching me jerk my cock which was copiously leaking clear pre-cum across my belly. It didn't take long at this point before I was ready to let my cum fly.

The guy watched more intently and bent over to get a closer look when my spunk started to splatter my stomach and chest. When I was done, he gave me a smile, checked around to see if we had been observed by anybody else. He adjusted his own erection in his pants to make it less obvious and then walked away. It took me a few minutes to get cleaned up but I decided not to press my luck so I got dressed and left shortly after that. It was my first public masturbation for a stranger -- it started me on my 'career' as a cock flasher, I guess. But so far, I've not had quite a similar experience. I have only one regret -- not asking him to take a picture of me jacking in front of him with my cell phone. I have some cell phone cam photos taken then but they don't show him.