Morning walk with a twist - rather a jerk

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My CMNM Exhibitionist Experiences Part 1

Exhibitionism and Public Sex Outdoors
As an ardent would-be exhibitionist, I find that I'm really more like a avid nudist/naturist who would like to be seen by other males. Although true trenchcoat cock flashing is a rare activity, love to get naked where it's not quite expected and love getting others to be naked with me. I write about this on my blog or at dickflash dot com.

My most memorable 'flashing' experience was in a public park on Tokyo Bay (at Odaiba) in June a few summers ago. I was sitting nude (there were other people in various states of undress, but none completely naked) in a semi-secluded area (regular pedestrian parks goer couldn't easily see, but anyone who had mind too could get an eyeful. I was far enough away from the other people or from the Rainbow Bridge in the distance to not be obviously exposing myself naked. Still, I had a few guys come up and get a glimpse (one even chatted a minute). But the highlight of that afternoon was when a cute Japanese guy about 20 yo who seemed overly curious, arrived and noticed me. He kept getting closer and closer, pretending to be looking out the ocean scenery, but obviously throwing glances at the naked
foreigner. When I started pulling on my now erect cock, he took the bait and eventually came up and stood nearby. He was just too intrigued and wanted to see my cock and see me jack off, so he stood almost over me - in the end, he stood right over me, spreading my legs wider with his own, and giving me soft verbal commands to beat off until I ejaculated. He didn't get naked himself, but it was one of the hottest exhibitionist experiences I have had - to be

I was approached by a perfect stranger who turned me on and was himself turned on my public sexual behavior. It was one of my first CMNM) (clothed male-naked-male) experiences that involved sex (well - I reached ejaculation - although it wasn't mutual). That experience sort of ratcheted up the level for what I expected from flashing and exhibitionism from myself- but since then, I've not really had another similar opportunity.


 had the same of level of exhibitionist experience. Having sex at a gay nude beach is pretty hot especially while other guys watch - which is definitely why I go to gay baths or public cruising spots (it's being seen nude that is so arousing), but it's almost expected there - meaning it's not that out of the ordinary.

Recently, taking a new friend to a dudedebeach - and getting him to go naked with me was a really fun time. But it was about sex, really. I could go on but will stop and continue enjoying other guy's stories.

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The urge to expose : the freeballer's dilemma

See-thru freeballing:  Perv'd or Fashion Passion?

Having spent the hottest part of the summer in the US mainland, I wasn't prepared for the excruciatingly torrid temps and scorching sun when I returned to Japan - and that was after it had 'cooled off'. Actually, the heat isn't the problem -- it's the humidity that makes it too muggy to wear underwear during the summers in Tokyo. 

Weather and climate aside, I find that once I've been out the country, I get the urge to exhibit myself rather unobtrusively- sort of strut my stuff - so to speak by freeballing in mesh shorts, torn jeans, very tight and /or translucent board shorts, and even 'jinbei' ( a short summer casual men's kimono-like mesh garment). 



I mentioned this before on this board - but the urge overcomes my good sense sometimes. So until the fall rains 

  

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and cooler weather rolls in, I tend to be about half naked whenever I'm outside (not at work obviously), and then I also spend many lazy late summer-like afternoons being naked outdoors - discretely sunbathing nude at the local river (a wide recreation area long both sides of a shallow but wide river in Tokyo). The area is frequented by cyclists, families and people walking their pets, but it seems I'm just far enough out of sight to be cause for alarm or simply believe cannot even imagine what they eyes would or should otherwise report: there a naked white guy over there. 

It's probably worth exploring the WHY of why I do this. But I  think it has a great deal to do with three things: 1) it's an ultimate statement of freedom. Being an American who is living in a socialistic nation where individual wishes, rights and personal ambitions are so repressed by the strict edicts of Japanese social fabric means that I absolutely am constantly starved for personal liberty. 2) I am an extreme racial minority in this country. I don't just stick out like a sore thumb; I AM the SORE THUMB, penis, ass, and every other part of the body. (Sorry too much to explain in a blog post), and finally 3) I am gay living as suppressed and hidden life, pretending to be a completely straight, and upstanding non-citizen but one who has loved being close to nature - especially being naked in the sunshine, wind and sea - since he was a child. 

 

You can see a photo of the location where I go nude or semi-nude sunbathing on my other Blogger blogs (below). The mesh shorts not ones I would wear on the street, (well, at least not in Japan - although I have done so at night in Hawaii), but my other 'see-thru' freeballing shorts are also pretty revealing). By the way, those are people in the background to the left of and below my elbow. 

Someday I'm going to ask someone to take a photo of me from over there so that I can get a sense of what people could actually see. Of course, I have other photos that show nudity, but that's just TOO ludicrous to be exposing myself to you all on the Freeballing.com site (Tongue-in-cheeks - (mouth, not my sun-kissed butt, Ha Ha!) 

I guess I have to be honest to stay that my cock swells a bit when I think (or know) that another guy is watching or even just glancing at my crotch. My 'former' target for such 'sightings' was a 25-ish blue collar worker who passed by me many mornings on the way to his work. Perhaps because of the economy, he no longer does. So I've taken a different tact and am now wearing an assortment of the above clothes to see which one draws more attention (i.e. straying eyes that shoot straight to my crotch), and also to see who seems to actually notice or who can't help himself from 'repeatedly' noticing. So far there aren't many onlookers; however, one guy seems to have realized that he's likely going to be tempted to look and he obviously thinks that's embarrassing. So if I see him coming now on his bicycle, I find that he manages to look the other way or to feign fidgeting with something in his basket (no, the one on the front of his bicycle) Smirk! 



Pervert, am I. Probably, yes. But it's fun trying to mildly shock the Japanese men. I actually pay little attention to whether the women give me a glance or not. 


So.. why is it that men are so 'visually' stimulated? I'm sure there is an evolutionary and also psycho-sexual explanation. But what the hell, it's fun being 'mean' (and Kermit used to say - Oh, that was 'green'). Well, it was probably Cookie Monster who thought that, anyway. 
Sayonara, 
Kelly

 

Got flashed (finally) on the night of the full moon in July

I am gradually become a flasher or at least I find it increasingly provocative to freeball or sometimes wear semi-transparent or see-thru clothes.

For the first time in a very LONG time, I was actually FLASHED last night (July 21). I am so excited because this means I am NOT alone - -there is at least one other guy in my neighborhood area who into flashing/streaking. Great!



Now back to my story about getting flashed on July 21st!

I was ecstatic last night (not just because of the full moon) to finally get flashed by a guy -- who was completely naked - under the street lamps along a tree-lined walkway bordering the cemetery where I walk the dog (my real pet and the one hanging between my legs.

Anyway, I went out last night (July 21) at about 11pm. That's not my usual mode-- I don't get off by just flashing in the dark -- I mean what's the point in flashing if nobody can see you. However, now I see WHY guys do go out and flash at night. They may have MORE chance of actually been seen because the flashees are more likely to be looking.

I usually walk my dog almost every morning between the hours of 6-8am and I hardly ever even get so much as a glance -- even when I am wearing my latest creation (see photo -- a pair of nylon athletic /jogging pants with the lining cut out -- just leaving a pair of very revealing mesh pants). 

So before you write me off as a true perv -- just realize that I don't think that I have actually been "seen" by anybody in my neighborhood. I am discreet and also chicken-hearted (no -- I did NOT say chickenshit). My flashing near or at nude beaches and at gay resorts, or in the French Quarter for Southern Decadence, does not really count at flashing - I mean most of the people there are doing it too or are out looking for those who are.

I was delighted when I got up the entrance of the huge cemetery about 700 ft from my place -- to see a guy completely naked about 50 ft away jogging up the narrow elevated walk way the runs along the edge of the cemetery. He must have seen me first as I emerged from the side street because by the time I saw him, he had flipped around and headed off in the other direction. Of course, he wouldn't know I would absolutely want to JOIN him in his naked romp so he did what most good flashers do -- he turned around and just jogged back the way he came. I lost him because the trail roams in and out among pines and other trees -- so he pranced down the natural obstacle course and before I could cross and start to follow, he was already gone. 



I didn't want to RUN after him and scare him away forever -- he might too scared to do it again if he thought I was a self-righteous pervert-basher -- so I did the next best thing: I got naked too and walked down the same path (under intermittent street lights and then entered the cemetery from the next entrance about 200 yards down the way. There weren't many cars passing by but there is a row of houses which line the street on the opposite side. Any body could just look out the window. I can just hear them now saying " Oh look, George -- there goes another naked guy." "Yes, dear. I guess the full moon brings out all the streakers." LOL; 
Actually, that's more what we looked like -- streakers -- than flashers. 

I went in the cemetery and walk around - naked and stroking - of course - but he didn't come back by. You can see through the scattered line of trees along fence line where that pathway winds all along the eastern edge of the cemetery. So I'm looking forward to meeting up with a fellow flasher -- or maybe it was just a one-time full moon event. 

I went back to the scene of that flash this morning and showed a little bit of full MOON of my own -- here's what those jogging pants look like. 

I am definitely going to take them (and wear them wherever I can get away with it) during my long extended travels from now until after Labor Day. 

See you in Japan, Hawaii (Puna), Russian River (CA), in KY/Ohio/NY, Canada(Ottawa), Provincetown, NYC, Munich/Prague, Croatia (Rovinj), and maybe at Southern Decadence -- these pants will not even attract attention on the French Quarter with so many guys with their crotches open and women with their boobs exposed. 

More of the travel adventures in a later blog.

"The spirit is willing but the flash is week day and and week end. "