'Mardi Gras' exposure - not the real thing - but hot, anyway.

 

This is not to 'rain on anybody's parade'. But if you head off looking for these sights at the real Mardi Gras, you might be disappointed - although you could probably head to the Latin Quarter and see scenes like these during that time (and also at other times of year).

The scenes in the 'mardi gras exposure' were not likely taken during Mardi Gras - at least, they are not really part of the Mardi Gras festivities. Although it's all in good fun, the drunken antics are not part of the annual Mardi Gras festivities (in New Orleans), which are based on a religious observance, of course. In reality, the real Mardi Gras does not take place on Bourbon Street. So it is rather a widespread myth. However, despite the 'myth', it can certainly be fun to be a part of the after-parade events that happen on Bourbon Street. Fortunately for those of us who enjoy seeing them, the cock flashing and drunken antics can occur at many other times of year. 

Formerly, Southern Decadence, billed as the Gay 'Mardi Gras', and held at Labor Day (first weekend in Sept) was truly an unbelievably wild street event. To many outside the New Orleans area, the term 'Mardi Gras' has become synonymous with the flagrant street flashing breast by women and cock & balls (or butts) by men who are drunk and roaming Bourbon Street in the French Quarter after the Mardi Gras parades have finished elsewhere across the city, seeking to be rewarded with a string of shiny beads for exposing their privates or genitals. 

Although fun and wild, and as such, it allows both the bead-giver and all of the casual bystanders too, a glimpse (or even more) of cute guys' dicks or their half-naked bodies (lower half - as they let their jeans and boxers drop), it is not really what Mardi Gras is. However, the myth persists. It's more likely to be an impromptu street party that spontaneously occurs during Spring Break or other holiday weekends in the old Quartier in downtown New Orleans. Tens of thousands of party-seeking college-age young people descend on the French Quarter on New Orleans during Spring Break, and "boys gone wild' is the name of the game.

 "In part due to the way the news media has focused on the activities of those who "visit" and go the French Quarter "after" the parades, it now appears that all many think about when they hear the words "Mardi Gras"are activities occurring in the French Quarter; i.e., flashing women (tourists who are drunk or need attention) and crowd surges (a spring break crowd trying to catch a glimpse)! This is not Mardi Gras. It has absolutely nothing to do with the "real" Mardi Gras celebration. Unfortunately, sex makes more news .. so every news camera visiting our beautiful city for Mardi Gras heads for the spring break crowd on Bourbon Street ... and does not give adequate coverage to those who spend thousands of dollars and months of time planning "The Greatest Free Show on Earth!" It is our hope that visitors who have seen Internet sites by tourists to New Orleans showcasing these tourists realize that they are only seeing 1/10 of 1% of what happens during the entire Mardi Gras season ... and hopefully, will soon realize Mardi Gras is not one big spring break for dirty old men, but an enjoyable celebration for families and friends. Locals stay away from the crowded Quarter in the evenings after a parade -- but we wouldn't miss Mardi Gras for the world! Excerpted (with additions) from http://www.mardigrasneworleans.com/ 

---------- The above amateur photos were forwarded message in a group email message from:  atitlan on his [ymna] Yahoo group.----------

Summer camp memories: teens experiment with sex with older men

Phlasher

Flashing Specialist

Post subject: Summer camp memories

I was a counselor at sumer camp when Iwas 16 and 17. I used to walk around naked in front of the seven guys (10-13) in my cabin all the time in the morning and night. On hot nights I'd even lay on the bed stark naked and read. I could feel all the eyes on me and loved it.

I also loved showering with the guys. Some were shy and wore shorts, but many had no problems stripping naked and climbing in the open area showers. I also know for a fact that some of the guys were "playing" together, too, because i walked in on some a couple of times. I never tried to get involved because I didn't want to get fired. I just enjoyed flashing.

Any other similar experiences out there?

Daaave

I flash flesh.


 Location: Florida

When I was in the 5th grade, my buddy and classmate asked me to join the Boy Scouts.

I remember how it began. My buddy told me he had to go back to the tent to change his clothes. He asked me if I wanted to go with him. At the time I didn't think this was strange. Now, I know better.

 My buddy was undressing really carefully (Slowly!), I thought. He undressed down to his underwear. He took his time finding his clothes, they were just in his backpack. And he was slow putting them on. 

I didn't really notice him watching me undress, but he was always there with me.

It became our regular thing to do, putting on a show while undressing. My buddy began stripping naked and taking his time rolling up his dirty clothes. He'd put away his dirty clothes before he'd get dressed. Always giving me a nice profile and bending over a lot.


I bet he was disappointed we never did anything more. I know I am disappointed now. But I think I was still too young and scared at the time. But we were so close, I did anything he'd ask me to do.

I think this time of my life and my buddy, gave me an obsession with stripping and underwear.

WallStFlash

 

Flash me now!

 Location: New York, NY

Yeah. Camp and Little League Baseball is where I began to explore the whole curiosity of other dicks thing. I have lots of camp memories I can share, both as counselor and camper.


My first sleep-away camp was a Christian religious camp. I was 12 or 13 at the time, and my parents thought it would be good to further my Christian education. We were all assigned to sleep in rooms with about 5 other boys around our age and 1 older counselor (ours was 17 years old). The barracks was single-sex and had a common bathroom in each wing. My counselor was a guy who had an incredible sex drive. He was always laying around in his boxers with his hand down his pants. 

Why is it that religious camps attract the biggest perverts?

In any case, he didn't seem to pay the 6 of us campers any mind. When he had his boxers on and laying on the bed, you could almost always see his dick or balls flopping out. He was always talking to the other counselors about one girl's tits or another's pussy. And he would sleep nude every night, because "he was an adult, and that's how grown men slept." He seemed to have no problem being nude around us. He mostly just ignored us, in fact. Except right before bed, when the only interaction with us was the required prayer. We would all be in our tightly-whitey briefs and he would gather us up in a circle for a prayer, with him being nude. We would all bow our heads and pray for protection from "sins and temptation of the devil." I remember all of us boys more fascinated with his grown-up dick than anything else he was saying. My own prayers focused on God giving me a dick as big as this guy's.


And then after lights out, I would watch him ignore those prayers against sin. He would have the craziest jerk-off sessions I can ever remember seeing, even to this day. He would wait like 5 minutes and then start jerking-off on top of his covers as if he was completely alone in the room. 

After cumming, he would get out of bed, and come over to one of the campers beds and wipe the

cum off his dick and chest on the spare bits of the bedsheets that hung over the edge of the campers bed. Presumably, he didn't want to sleep with his cum all over his sheets and was too lazy to walk down the hall to the bathroom to clean himself up. The guy was just a horned-up jerk, in reality. But, I watched him every night, completely taken in with his routine. And those nights he wiped his cum on the corner of my covers, I remember being really annoyed, but also interested in the distinctly funky smell it left.
In any case, every morning, he would wake up with a raging teenage hard-on. He made no attempt to cover it up either. He'd make sure all of us were up for morning prayer and breakfast (part of his job as counselor) and then parade on down to the showers, hard dick leading the way.

It was definitely a learning experience all-in, and taught me the joys of guys hanging out and not caring about the hang-ups of nudity.

_________________
29, mwm, totally into voyerism and showing off.

Phlasher

Flashing Specialist




WallStFlash wrote: "Why is it that religious camps attract the biggest perverts?"


I think it's ALL camps in general. You stuff a bunch of horny as hell teenage guys who had just gone through puberty and possessed with an overactive sex drive and things are going to happen.

I know several guys who say they ended up sucking or being sucked, etc., by other campers and the older counselors because they were just freaking horny! They weren't attracted to guys and still aren't.

One guy told me at his camp a counselor (17) used to line guys (12-13) up after lights out, including him, make them drop their pants and he would suck all of them to orgasm. He said not all of the guys would let him do it, but they would watch. Some even jacked off while watching.

My friend said he loved it then but would never let a guy touch him now. I know that's true, because I am bi and have tried a couple of times to talk him into letting me suck him when he was drunk. No go.

I have played with his dick and even sucked on it after he passed out a time or two though. 

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Strip poker - Boys love naked games

[From: atitlan on his ymna2 yahoo group]

Strip poker is a CMNM / CFNM / CMNF game that has inspired millions of teens and adults alike to 'bare it all' for the sake of fair play and fun. There must also be a cultural aspect to such activities. In the US, we have 'strip poker' and spin-the-bottle, but I wonder what games other cultures invent to get each other naked or to engage in some touchy-feely pre-sexual dialogue or physical interaction - obviously sometimes leading to overt sexual behavior.
What was your favorite game involving elements of stripping, exposing or touching body parts, or complete nudity? Add yours as a comment to this post.

When I was 19 turning 20, I had just started taking (imbibing) some alcoholic drinks. This was in France so it WAS legal to drink at that age. Inevitably, I would get a little too drunk and then - likely as not, I would start removing my clothes. It seems (from later retelling by my friends) that I was the first one out of my clothes at parties and I would somehow love to get to the highest place in the room (on a table, on the back of the sofa), stripped to undies or nothing at all. I vaguely do remember climbing naked up a telephone pole on a suburban neighborhood street near by university in southern France. My friends had to coax me back down. Funny how alcohol tends to play a role in these 'naked games'.

My Naked Mailman by Jim

This happened to me when I was living in Cornwall. It was early one summer Saturday

morning and I was up drinking coffee in my kitchen at the back of the house. It was already warm outside so I opened the door and sat naked on a stool in the doorway enjoying the feel of the early morning sunshine on my body. The radio was on playing some music and I didn't hear the postman coming down the driveway until he turned the corner and was standing right in front of me. He got quite a shock and apologized for disturbing me.

I told him it was no problem and I began to tweak the end of my cock - mostly to cover my embarrassment. He obviously noticed and glanced down to look. He asked me if I often went around with no clothes on and I told him that I did, whenever I got the chance. I offered him a cup of coffee and he came in to join me. He was obviously really interested in my body because he couldn't take his eyes off it - although, even to this day as I remember him, I don't think he was gay.

What happened next really surprised me - he told me that he had always wanted to go nude on a beach but had never really dared to do it because he was afraid of getting a hardon. I could feel my cock getting a bit harder as he mentioned this. He noticed, although he didn't say anything. I told him he was very welcome to join me in the back garden for a spot of sunbathing if he wanted to take a quick break from his delivery. At that point - and much to my surprise, believe me, he put his bag of letters down and started to remove his clothes. Slowly at first because he was quite nervous, I think. Eventually he had taken all his clothes off except for his underpants. It was too late for me to try to hide my reaction and by now my cock was standing upright.

I told him that I found it exciting being naked outside and that having a hardon was only to be expected from time to time. That brought a little smile to his face and as he took his underpants down I saw that his cock was already at halfmast. I tugged on his dick playfully as I walked past

him which made him jump a bit, then he followed me out into the garden. He lay on the grass at first on his front - which, as we all know, is the worst thing you can do to avoid a hardon. I think the fact that the garden was pretty secluded by trees and bushes on three sides made him feel reasonably protected and he slowly turned over to reveal a full-grown hardon. "Hope you don't mind," he said, "but I can't help it - it's so exciting being naked outdoors."

I then started to wank my dick slowly to see what he'd do - he followed suit. Soon we were both wanking and he came into the grass. A very nice sight, let me tell you. Then, as soon as he appeared, he got up and went back to the kitchen to put his clothes back on. Before he went back to work, he came back into the garden and unbuttoned his trousers letting them fall to the ground and then pulled his underpants down again, too. He was starting to get hard again! What an exhibitionist! Then he quickly redressed and went back towards the street, back to work.

'Mardi Gras' exposure - not the real thing - but hot, anyway

This is not to 'rain on anybody's parade'. But if you head off looking for these sights at the real Mardi Gras, you might be disappointed - although you could probably head to the Latin Quarter and see scenes like these during that time (and also at other times of year).

The scenes in the 'Mardi Gras exposure' were not likely taken during Mardi Gras - at least, they are not really part of the Mardi Gras festivities. Although it's all in good fun, the drunken antics are not part of the annual Mardi Gras festivities (in New Orleans), which are based on a religious observance, of course. In reality, the real Mardi Gras does not take place on Bourbon Street. So it is rather a widespread myth. However, despite the 'myth', it can certainly be fun to be a part of the after-parade events that happen on Bourbon Street. Fortunately for those of us who enjoy seeing them, the cock flashing and drunken antics can occur at many other times of year. Formerly, Southern Decadence, billed as the Gay 'Mardi Gras', and held at Labor Day (first weekend in Sept) was truly an unbelievably wild street event. To many outside the New Orleans area, the term 'Mardi Gras' has become synonymous with the flagrant street flashing breast by women and cock & balls (or butts) by men who are drunk and roaming Bourbon Street in the French Quarter after the Mardi Gras parades have finished elsewhere across the city, seeking to be rewarded with a string of shiny beads for exposing their privates or genitals.

Although fun and wild, and as such, it allows both the bead-giver and all of the casual bystanders too, a glimpse (or even more) of cute guys' dicks or their half-naked bodies (lower half - as they let their jeans and boxers drop), it is not really what Mardi Gras is. However, the myth persists. It's more likely to be an impromptu street party that spontaneously occurs during Spring Break or other holiday weekends in the old Quartier in downtown New Orleans. Tens of thousands of party-seeking college-age young people descend on the French Quarter on New Orleans during Spring Break, and "boys gone wild' is the name of the game. "In part due to the way the news media has focused on the activities of those who "visit" and go the French Quarter "after" the parades, it now appears that all many think about when they hear the words "Mardi Gras"are activities occurring in the French Quarter; i.e., flashing women (tourists who are drunk or need attention) and crowd surges (a spring break crowd trying to catch a glimpse)! This is not Mardi Gras. It has absolutely nothing to do with the "real" Mardi Gras celebration. Unfortunately, sex makes more news .. so every news camera visiting our beautiful city for Mardi Gras heads for the spring break crowd on Bourbon Street ... and does not give

adequate coverage to those who spend thousands of dollars and months of time planning "The

Greatest Free Show on Earth!" It is our hope that visitors who have seen Internet sites by tourists to

New Orleans showcasing these tourists realize that they are only seeing 1/10 of 1% of what happens during the entire Mardi Gras season ... and hopefully, will soon realize Mardi Gras is not one big spring break for dirty old men, but an enjoyable celebration for families and friends. Locals stay away from the crowded Quarter in the evenings after a parade -- but we wouldn't miss Mardi Gras for the world! Excerpted (with additions) from http://www.mardigrasneworleans.com/

---------- The above amateur photos were forwarded message in a group email message from: atitlan on his [ymna] Yahoo group.----------

 

My Naked Mailman by Jim

This happened to me when I was living in Cornwall. It was early one summer Saturday morning and I was up drinking coffee in my

kitchen at the back of the house. It was already warm outside so I opened the door and sat naked on a stool in the doorway enjoying the feel of the early morning sunshine on my body. The radio was on playing some music and I didn't hear the postman coming down the driveway until he turned the corner and was standing right in front of me. He got quite a shock and apologized for disturbing me.

I told him it was no problem and I began to tweak the end of my cock - mostly to cover my embarrassment. He obviously noticed and glanced down to look. He asked me if I often went around with no clothes on and I told him that I did, whenever I got the chance. I offered him a cup of coffee and he came in to join me. He was obviously really interested in my body because he couldn't take his eyes off it - although, even to this day as I remember him, I don't think he was gay.

What happened next really surprised me - he told me that he had

always wanted to go nude on a beach but had never really dared to do it because he was afraid of getting a hard-on. I could feel my cock getting a bit harder as he mentioned this. He noticed, although he didn't say anything. I told him he was very welcome to join me in the back garden for a spot of sunbathing if he wanted to take a quick break from his delivery. At that point - and much to my surprise, believe me, he put his bag of letters down and started to remove his clothes. Slowly at first because he was quite nervous, I think. Eventually he had taken all his clothes off except for his underpants. It was too late for me to try to hide my reaction and by now my cock was standing upright.

I told him that I found it exciting being naked outside and that having a hard-on was only to be expected from time to time. That brought a little smile to his face and as he took his underpants down I saw that his cock was already at halfmast. I tugged on his dick playfully as I walked past him which made him jump a bit, then he followed me out into the garden. He lay on the grass at first on his front - which, as we all know, is the worst thing you can do to avoid a hardon. I think the fact that the garden was pretty secluded by trees and bushes on three sides made him feel reasonably protected and he slowly turned over to reveal a full-grown hardon. "Hope you don't mind," he

said, "but I can't help it - it's so exciting being naked outdoors."

I then started to wank my dick slowly to see what he'd do - he followed suit. Soon we were both wanking and he came into the grass. A very nice sight, let me tell you. Then, as soon as he appeared, he got up and went back to the kitchen to put his clothes back on. Before he went back to work, he came back into the garden and unbuttoned his trousers letting them fall to the ground and then pulled his underpants down again, too. He was starting to get hard again! What an exhibitionist! Then he quickly redressed and went back towards the street, back to work.