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Clothed Male Nude Male (CMNM) Gathering in Playa del Ingles, Gran Canaria, Canary Islands, Spain

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[TD]Saturday, April 30, 2016 - Sunday, May 1, 2016
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[TD]The Cellar - gay cruise bar
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[TD]You are invited to attend and participate in the Clothed Male Nude Male (CMNM) Gathering in Playa del Ingles, Gran Canaria, Canary in April 30, 9:00pm to 12:00 am , 2016.
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There are potentially hundreds of men interested in CMNM scattered everywhere. How many are there in and around Gran Canaria, The Canary Islands. area? If you are going to be in Gran Canaria on April 30, 2016 then make plans to attend one or several of the CMNM Weekend Festa.


See the details at: www.eventbrite.com/e/cmnm-g...210273580

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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.

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Who will be there: Since it's just getting organized now (March 26), 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 rented hotel suites will also make a comfortable and elegant venue for some memorable excitement you will never forget.

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What type of events: CMNM Gathering Welcome Party (at a private home or a rented hotel suite - clothing optional - of course), a Naughty Boy Costume and Role-Play in a suite of a D.C. 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: play nude poker, naked charades, a game of truth and dare, naked volleyball, and a CMNM wine-tasting and sushi party with both nude and clothed waiters.


To find out more, please go the the CMNM Gathering in Gran Canaria, please look at the invitation page at:
www.eventbrite.com/e/cmnm-g...210273580

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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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To find out more, please go the the CMNM Gathering in Playa del Ingles, Gran Canaria, The Canary Islands (Spain) Invitation page at:
www.eventbrite.com/e/cmnm-g...210273580

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This CMNM event organizer is pictiured below on a previous visit to the Maspalomas Dunes on Gran Canarai, Canary Islands, Spain.​

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The CMNM World Rendezvous Tour is now fully underway. I am currently in Athens, Greece and there are just so many hot men, and so many places where a totally naked male body would not be at all our of place among the classical ruins of Ancient Greece scattered across this charming metropolis. It is one of the most scenically walkable cities. Every corner you turn is another gorgeous man or men in groups just begging to be photographed. I don't that many of them would not turn down an offer to pose naked.

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Although there were not participants in our Guys Into CMNM World Rendezvous Tour in Greece, I was able to get in a little CMNM viewing and showing in my hostel. I also spent Saturday night one of the local gay baths, Alexander Sauna. It is a clean and modern place and there were loads *after load - of hot men getting in on in the 4th floor maze. I certainly my eyes, hands and other orifices full and fully pleasured. Later next month, I am off to Ireland for a brief sleepover stop at one of the popular hostels. Then leave on April 30 in the morning for Gran Canaria and the flambouyant sex in the sand with naked and clothed guys galore at Maspalomas.



Gran Canaria CMNM Meet-up April 30 - May 1, 2016

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Gran Canaria CMNM Meet-up April 30 - May 1, 2016
For guys into CMNM - to meet, chat, and maybe hook-up
April 30 - May 1
9pm - 2am
May 1 - Nude Picnic on the Beach
12pm - 3 pm

 

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I work at a medical and health sciences university which has two hospitals on its campus - so it's a theme/attraction (not exactly a fetish for me) that is near and dear. Also, when I stayed in a hospital once, I found it very stimulating to be kind of bed-bound (not I wasn't strapped in but just couldn't move about freely), and to be examined by a young handsome doctor every day. I made sure to never wear underwear or anything but a loose fitting gown so he could have easy access, so that I could be 'accidently' nude. It was fun when there was a male nurse during the night shift, but I would sleep as nude as possible and allow the covers to fall off. Evidently, nurses are not embarrassed by much - because he'd just cover my erection with a blanket without hesitating to 'observe'.

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Also, I have a friend/sex buddy who is a doctor (a cardiologist) and it's fun 'playing doctor' with him, but oddly enough, he's not really into that aspect of it.
I've wanted and even attempted to organize locally and internationally some CMNM events in which doctor-patient examinations would be one of the role-play sensual / sexual activities. So if you're up for the idea, we could start working now on holding such an event (somewhere reasonably convenient). I can travel (up to a point) almost anywhere.
I suspect that there are hundreds of gay men (and plenty of straight men who get off having a female nurse or doctor examine them).

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Fight prostate cancer, ask a doctor (or horny friend) to examine your prostate inside your hole! The best way to become quick and 'deep' friends is penetrating someone body cavities with a finger. The stomach is not the only way to a man's heart (LOL).


Kelly

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Nothing can be compared with hot gay medical examination - for some of us who are CMNM (clothed male naked male) fans.

NOTE: This entry is a compilation of excepts from several gay medical fetish sites, including the photos.
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You have never seen such fascinating CMNM scenes anywhere as those in a hospital or medical clinic. Maybe some twinks didn’t like to visit the doctor's office earlier. They are

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embarrassed or reluctant because they think that they may pop a boner once the doctor starts examining them. But after an incredible sexually enthralling visit to a doctor who knows just how toexamine them thoroughly and to make them relaxed and sexually satisfied, I think they will change their attitude about being with an older and clothed physician.


After seeing so many twink medical exams, many things will change in your mind too. It is impossible to be calm witnessing how these twinks take off his clothes and then the intelligent, sexy doctor starts to suck his stiff cock. They even try sixty-nine, sucking each other’s dick with uncovered pleasure right in the doctor’s consulting room.


Are you interested in hot gay medical CMNM ? It is high time to relive all your secret desires. It is hot to see handsome boys get undressed for the doctor and then seeing them get so horny that they just have to have gay sex.

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It's great too when the muscular athletic boys go to visit a doctor with the coach, who is dying to see his young team get naked and willing to offer hard dick and hot wet holes to their athletic mentor. The boy doesn’t know yet what incredible adventure it is going to be there. He comes to the doctor’s consulting room and takes off all his clothes. The lustful doctor doesn’t waste time and starts to caress genitals of the twink. It is pleasure to watch twinks'

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medical checkup. It seems the boy doesn’t object to take twink medical exam. His cock becomes bigger and bigger. Then the boy lies on bed and horny doctor sucks his dick, play with it by his tongue.


Every time nasty college guys walk into theexamination room of a medical checkup they lose their minds when what they’re told what to do there by irresistible authority of the doctor. Sure, male doctors clothed in green scrubs or a white medical uniform force naughty young guys to do these things because they love watching nude guys pose for them, and obey their every command to expose various parts of their anatomy and to submit to manual manipulation of their bodies and genitals.

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Of course, the horny naked young dudes love when they have their naked bodies examined all over so that they are craving to have their dicks sucked and asses banged hard by the naughty clothed doctors I think we all enjoy witnessing cock-loving physicals satisfy the wildest and the dirtiest of their dreams together with young inexperienced college guys.


What about you? Did going to the doctor and being physically examined as a teen by a clothed (older) man leave an impression on you? Or even cause you to think about being attracted to males. Do you think it was especially sexually stimulating because of the fact that you were naked and he was completely dressed. That's the appeal of CMNM experiences.

 

[sunbuns99]

​ There was a recent discussion on Dudesnude.com on the topic of gay men's attraction for medical doctors and physiical exams. Original poster was a guy from Denver: ​ 03 Nov 2011, 00:03 Ok here goes... I have this fantasy of getting a physical exam by a hot doctor or male nurse. I'm told to undress and then am examined / touched all over. I'll probably pop a boner and be a little embarrassed about it, and it would be so hot to see the outlines of a boner in the doctor's or nurse's pants. However, the obvious problem is finding said medical professionals to play out this fantasy with, since it's likely a liability issues. So... I'm kind of at a dead-end and not quite sure how to proceed. Maybe there's a site somewhere that caters to this? I don't know... just throwing it out there to see if anyone could at least point me in a direction. ​ Follow up: 03 Nov 2011, 00:08 I love that idea too. I've always had a thing for being examined by a doctor... ​ Follow up: 03 Nov 2011, 01:41 It is all mostly the realm of fantasy... However, before I met my partner he had an experience worthy of a short story. He had prostatitis. The doctor's remedy was to stick his finger up my guy's butt and give him prostate massage with hand job. So these fantasies do have some basis in reality. (By the way, this doctor ultimately lost his practice and now sells real estate.) Another friend of mine went to one of those "no appointment needed" medical centers to get some quicky exam and documentation for work. He also got a hand job. I guess I need to get a new doctor! Follow up: sunbuns99 03 Nov 2011, 09:33 Medical exam sex or a doctor's physical that goes beyond purely examination is a frequent fetish / fantasy among guys into CMNM (clothed male / naked male) scenes. So you can find guys and also stories/photos etc related to this medical attraction on such sites and social networks. (BTW, I'm the admin for several of them and also publish the Guys Into CMNM blog (guysn2cmnm (dot) blogspot (dot) com)

This theme is popular among a few gay porn studios, namely http://www.collegeboyphysicals.com/, but you can see some of the their photos and video clips at JustUsBoys.com
You might also be able to find specific guy into this by using either RECON (a gay fetishist site and iPhone app) or at GearFetish http://www.gearfetish.com/ In addition, there are some tribes (public or private groups) on the alternative social networking site, Tribe.net. I can invite you to some of them if you contact me (and give an email address for the invitation).

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[FONT="verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif "important"][FONT=&quot]From right behind me, he said, "Come here Sweetie. Your punishment is over." [/FONT][/FONT]

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[FONT="verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif "important"][FONT=&quot]I spun around and found myself in his arms. He hadn't changed, he was still dressed as he had been when we were at my mom's house. He didn't say a word when I broke down into tears again. He gently rubbed my back, holding my head against his chest. When I managed to speak, I tried to tell him how sorry I was. I went on to babble about disappointing him and mistreating my mom. He lovingly shh'ed and told me everything was alright. He told me he loved me more than anything else. But that he would punish me if I needed it.[/FONT][/FONT]


[FONT="verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif "important"][FONT=&quot]The ease he had slipped into the role of my punisher was a little frightening. That was the first time I'd ever REALLY been punished by anyone other than my mother. I was new to this! But Sam seemed to be completely comfortable beating my butt if needed. He was a lot better at it than my mom ever was too.[/FONT][/FONT]


[FONT="verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif "important"][FONT=&quot]While just beginning to get control of myself again, Sam reached down and picked me up off the floor into his arms. He carried me down the hall and across the threshold of the bathroom as if I were his bride. Without even straining himself, he slowly lowered me into the rather warm bubbly bathwater. He knelt down beside the tub, grabbed a clean washcloth and began to wash every square inch of my body.[/FONT][/FONT]



[FONT="verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif "important"][FONT=&quot]When asked to get on my hands and knees, I didn't hesitate. Sam was so gentle with that washcloth against my poor cheeks. He used his hands to splash water on my butt to rinse it off. He then slid a single finger between my cheeks and gently poked at my wrinkled hole. I think I moaned a little because I felt that finger keep pressing until it popped inside me. I know my back arched a little then, it always does when I get penetrated. [/FONT][/FONT]


[FONT="verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif "important"][FONT=&quot]Sam knelt there beside the tub slowly and gently fingering me. I began pushing back into his finger, wanting it to go a little deeper. But Sam kept pulling back, not letting any other part of his hand touch me. In no time at all, I was stiff and horny. Before I could make a move toward him, Sam used his free hand to reach under me and loop his first finger and thumb around my penis. I moaned out loud. I know I did because I heard the echo. He held both his hands perfectly still. I began to slowly hump myself into his loving hand. [/FONT][/FONT]

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[FONT="verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif "important"][FONT=&quot]In a very soft, loving voice he said, "You have never looked more adorable than you do right now. Dripping wet, still in the tub. A freshly spanked, bright red bottom, a stiff weenie and so horny. Yes, you are very cute."[/FONT][/FONT]


[FONT="verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif "important"][FONT=&quot]He'd barely stopped talking when I gasped, my back arched even deeper and I squeaked in a strange high pitch. My cheeks flexed around his finger as I squirted my juices into the bathtub. He let me calm down before helping me out of the tub. He sat on the lid of the toilet and held a large soft towel open for me. He wrapped it around my body and with the same gentle care, he dried me off. We finished in the bathroom with Sam brushing my hair. [/FONT][/FONT]


[FONT="verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif "important"][FONT=&quot]Before leaving the room, Sam picked me back up into his arms and carried me our bedroom. The covers were already pulled back on my side of the bed. Sam leaned down and laid me on the bed. I winced when my tender cheeks first touched the sheets, but eventually got comfortable. He held eye contact with me as he pulled up the covers and tucked me in. He kissed me softly and whispered good night before clicking off the light. I heard him stand and saw his silhouette in the doorway. He told me I'd had a rough day and that I should get some sleep. With that, he closed the door almost all the way and walked down the hall. I doubt I was awake for more than a few minutes before drifting off to sleep.[/FONT][/FONT]

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Weeks passed without a single punishment. I was

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beginning to think Sam forgot about that conversation we had. On several occasions I almost hinted about it, but decided not to. I didn't want to push Sam into something he wasn't completely comfortable doing. Maybe he loved me so much that he couldn't hurt me? I was still hoping he loved me so much he would.


On the drive home from visiting my mom on Friday evening, Sam kept his hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road when he told me that I'd disappointed him. He told me that I hadn't given my mom a "hello hug or kiss" nor did I bother to give her the same affection before we left. For that matter, I hadn't even told her that I loved her. In a very business-like tone, Sam went on to tell me he found this behavior unacceptable and I would be punished when we arrived home.


I almost said something about being unable to remember the last time I hugged or kissed my mom, but I caught myself at the last moment. This was going to be my very first official punishment from Sam and I could hardly wait! I looked over at the man I loved and he showed no emotion other than disappointment. For a split second, I found myself feeling terrible that I'd let him down. But my excitement chased that thought from my mind. This is what I'd asked for. It was what I thought I needed. And the drive couldn't have gone by faster.

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When the garage door had closed behind us, Sam spoke for the first time since announcing the punishment. He told me to wait right where I was. The tone of voice he used actually frightened me. He sounded really mad, I'd never heard him use that tone with me before.

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He slammed the car door and then slammed the garage door. I was scared shitless waiting there for him to return. And I didn't dare move from the passenger's seat. He had me wait in the car for 5 very long minutes. I actually jumped when the door to the house flew open and he stood there with the light behind him, looking so powerful. He stared at me while opening my door. I cautiously stood up and he immediately and firmly slid his hand into my right armpit. After slamming my door shut he quickly walked into the house while still gripping my arm tightly. He quickly drug me straight into the living room when he stopped suddenly. I looked up to see a lone, wooden chair sitting in the middle of the room. It as a chair from the dining room. It had no arms and would be perfect for a spanking, I'd actually thought about going over his lap in those chairs before.
Without further hesitation, he propelled me into the room. After sitting down, he looked into my eyes and with gritted teeth he said, "Get your clothes off and get over my lap, NOW!" The emphasis he put on that last word made me jump. I was really scared when I quickly stripped off every shred I was wearing. Sam kept his eyes fixed on my shaking form the entire time. There was something tremendously embarrassing about undressing in front of him that time.



When I'd dropped my underpants, he grabbed my wrist so tightly it actually hurt. In the same motion, he yanked me over his lap with more force than I imagined he had. I had to stop myself from crashing into the floor with my hands. He laid one hand firmly on my lower back to hold me still, he pressed the other open palm into my cheeks. That open palm then left my cheeks and I knew it was coming. My body was trembling. I had goose-bumps all over me. This was it. This was what I'd always wanted.


Like an explosion his open hand struck my bottom with enough force to make me feel like my eyes popped out of my head. There was no hesitation, his hand bounced off my butt and slammed back into me. By that second blow, I felt tears begin to roll down my face. By the third or fourth I was begging him to stop and screaming each time he hit me.

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At some point during that spanking, I reached back to try and protect my poor butt from any more pain. That turned out to be a huge mistake. With his free hand, he pinned both my wrists behind my back and began beating my poor cheeks with even more vengeance. I was crying wildly, screaming and whining and begging him to stop. My legs were kicking around and I tried with everything I was worth to wiggle off of his lap, but I never could. He was way too strong.


I have no idea how many times he struck me, I lost count. But when my first punishment had finally ended, he practically pushed me off his lap as if he were disgusted by me. I wound up crouching on floor, looking up at him with my tear streaked face. In that same frightening, disappointed tone, Sam told me to stand in the corner with my hands behind my head until he told me otherwise. He raised his arm and pointed to the corner next to our large picture window. Thankfully, the drapes were drawn on that window.

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[FONT="verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif "important"][FONT=&quot]I picked myself up and scurried to that corner. With my nose nearly touching the wall, I laced my fingers behind my head. After several moments, I still hadn't heard a sound from Sam, all I could hear were my own fading sobs. I imagined him staring at my freshly punished bottom. I tried to picture what my butt must look like in my mind. All that made me do was focus on how badly it hurt. From then on, I couldn't stop my hips from wiggling around. I needed to rub my cheeks badly![/FONT][/FONT]


[FONT="verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif "important"][FONT=&quot]Sam's voice had almost returned to its normal sound when he spoke again. "From now on, when you see your mother, you will greet her with a nice hug and kiss and I want to hear you tell her how much you love her. She'll get the same respect from you before we leave. Do you understand me?"[/FONT][/FONT]

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[FONT="verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif "important"][FONT=&quot]I quickly nodded my head up and down and squeaked, "Yes."[/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif "important"][FONT=&quot]He went on, "She is your mother and she deserves to be treated as such. If I find you disrespecting her again, you'll find yourself being punished right in front of her. I won't wait until we get home again." He paused there to let that thought sink into my head. "Now, you just stay right there. A little corner time will be good for you."[/FONT][/FONT]


[FONT="verdana" , "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif "important"][FONT=&quot]With that, I heard him stand up and leave the room with the chair he had sat in. I stood with my nose in the corner for quite a while. My sobbing eventually stopped and tried to hear what he was doing, but there wasn't a sound. I stayed as quiet as possible, listening, trying to figure out where he was. My arms and legs were beginning to get stiff when I heard footsteps. I guessed he was walking from our bedroom to the bathroom. He then turned on the water, he was washing his hands. Then the water came back on. It took me a little bit to figure out he was running a bath. When he stopped the water, I heard him walking through the house toward the living room where I stood.[/FONT][/FONT]
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--- On Fri, 10/10/08, atitlan sent out the photos above via his Yahoo Group [ymna2]

Naughty Boy

byfantaseeboy©

Not only did my mother have to accept the fact that her only son was gay, that was hard enough in itself! She'd always dreamed of having grandchildren and now that would never happen. No, in addition to that, my mother had to accept the fact that I'd fallen totally, head-over-heels in love with a man nearly her age! The first few times she met Sam, she looked at him as if he were a child molester! But she got over that, eventually. After she'd known about Sam and me for about 6 months, mom then had to accept the fact that her 19 year old son was leaving home.


Sam and I had lived together for around 3 months when my twentieth birthday arrived. Looking back on it now, I think that was the day that would eventually change my life! On that special day, Sam did something I never expected. He first told me to undress completely, which wasn't unusual, this actually happened quite often. He then grabbed my wrist and forcefully pulled me over his lap. With one big warm hand on my naked back, he raised the other and gave me a playful smack on my right cheek. I giggled. The next swat was harder, but still didn't even sting.


After 4 or 5 of his playful spanks, I asked for them harder. He hit me the next time, and it almost stung. So I asked for it harder again. We went back and forth until the last 5. Those last five left my butt warm and rosy red with his palm prints all over it. I don't think I'd realized how turned on I'd gotten until the spanking was over with! My smallish penis was rock hard! And I could feel Sam's giant cock throbbing against my hip.


I slid off his lap onto my knees and proceeded to give him the best blowjob I'd ever given. I even showed him his cream on my tongue before swallowing it, I know he loves that. As soon as I'd swallowed, I looked up into his eyes and felt my lower lip quiver. The next thing I knew I was sobbing uncontrollably. Sam reached down and pulled me onto his lap, holding me close and letting me cry my eyes out. It took me quite a while to get a hold of myself. The emotions rushing through me were so powerful. I had feelings I'd never experienced before and couldn't explain if tried.


When I'd finally calmed down, Sam whispered in my ear, "Are you okay?" After meeting his eyes, I began to giggle. With it all over with, it was embarrassing that I'd broken down like that. I tried to tell him it was nothing. But he wouldn't buy it. He kept me there naked on his lap and we talked about it.


After he'd asked me a multitude of questions about the spanking and my emotional meltdown, all of which were completely humiliating to answer. He began asking me about my childhood. Through that conversation, we both learned a something about me. While growing up, I looked for ways to get punished. It was like I needed my mother making the decisions and enforcing rules. My mother had never abused me, not even close. If I used any of the big swear words or got caught in a lie, I'd be sure to find myself standing in the bathroom with a bar of soap in my mouth. For most other mistakes, I'd wind up over her lap getting a spanking. Most of the spankings I could remember were on my bare bottom.

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Another thing we'd learned from that long conversation was that even now, I felt I needed to be punished from time to time. And I confessed that I loved the idea of Sam deciding when and how I would receive that punishment. That statement led to the tangent of what I thought a punishment should be. I didn't know exactly, other than a spanking, but told him I thought a punishment should hurt. It shouldn't be playful or restrained. After all, it was supposed to be a punishment.


Sam held me close against him then. As I cuddled up against him on his lap, he whispered in my ear, "Baby, I'd be happy to punish you, I think I might enjoy it. But I need to hear you tell me that you'll accept the punishments without your feelings changing toward me. I can't imagine you falling out of love with me because of this. I know you can't make that promise, but I need to hear you say it. I need you to look me in the eye and ask me to punish you when you need it. I need you to tell me that you want it, that you need it. Can you do that?"



Without saying a word, I slid off his lap and stood up before him. While still completely naked, I took his hands as he stood up. Looking up into his eyes, I said, "Sam, I love you. And I would really appreciate it if you would punish me. I'll let you decide how, when, where and for what reason I should be punished, I trust you. I don't really know why I think I need this, but I do. And Sam, I want you to be the one to do it."


I stood there blushing and feeling pretty foolish for what seemed like hours. I was still naked and he was completely dressed. I don't think I could have felt sillier if I tried. Finally, a loving smile spread across his face when he pulled me into his arms and hugged me. He told me that he loved me too and from now on, I should be on my best behavior because he would be watching. We both giggled a little and held each other close.

 

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"I'm submissive and want to get naked."
" Guy, really into cmnm and forced nudity."
"Looking to be put on display for guys,"


expressing interest in: humiliation, master/slave, group
auctions
Being naked/Forced
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I hope that there has been some horrible computer glitch and that I will find, as soon as the site is functioning on the people pages again, that my activity rank is back up there.


Love your work,
Willoughby

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Willoughby, (response)


I hope you know that size is certainly NOT everything when it comes to activity rank (LOL)!
Enthusiasm counts at least twice as much - and you have that in abundance. By the way, that activity rank number is probably outdated by the the time they save and sent out the Grou.ps updates. Actually, I have nothing to do with it. I am just wondering what the 'magic' numbers of users is before they start requiring subscriptions - like several of the large grou.ps are currently have to require for admission.


I'm traveling now. I getting a bit of the type of CMNM experience I enjoy.. exposing 'accidentally' or nonchalantly to straight and or younger men. Yes, I stripped for a shower at a public changing room on Waikiki Beach. None of the other guys took off their clothes - kind of ridiculous if you ask me. One guy was even try to washing his lower body while wearing cargo pants.

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It was cool when two Japanese teenagers came in and got in the shower - of course, they kept their swimming trunks on the whole time, and even changed out of them by wrapping a towel around the waist and lowering their trunks, without exposing their butts or genitals. I enjoyed being the only naked guy and made sure they had a chance to get some glances of my half swelled dick and butt.


Later, after going to the Max's Gym (gay sex club), I slept in the nude at my hostel. A nice Korean guy (aged 26) was opposite me. So when he got up before 6 to get ready to leave for Seoul, I made sure to have the sheet slipped down and my half-erect cock on display.


Send me the photo that you want for the 'submissives' and I'll set it for your subgroup.
Best wishes and thank you very much for being an active member of our CMNM network on Grou.ps


Kelly (sunbuns)



On Sun, Aug 2, 2009 at 9:53 AM, Willoughby wrote:


Kelly,
My Guys into CMNM weekly newsletter arrived with the message that I have an activity rank of 36. I am nearly completely and utterly distraught. I know my rank was 52 on my page a few days ago. I go on the site daily to check every new member to see if they have any descriptions of CMNM interests to add to my compendium.


When I have time, I search the people entries for any hot admissions of desires or experiences in the realm of CMNM.

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I started a new subgroup, submissives, and understand from something I ran across that the photo is not selected by the person who starts the group. That is fine with me, but I am hoping that there will be a photo that is as hot as the one for the Japan group. Yow! I have collected a few twink spanking photos I look at often.I would like, when I have gone through all of the submissions, a list of my favorite expressions of interest in CMNM on the subgroup page submissives.


Here is the bulk of what I have so far. I estimate that I've gone through about a quarter of them. (I also want to help to produce photos in which there is a clothed male and a naked one. We need more of that for sure.)

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I love watching naked men among clothed people


The kinkier the better, Forced nudity in front of as many clothed men as possible. Non consensual, forced,,, being forced to jack off etc.


love to be around naked men


I enjoy being clothed while in the presence of a nude male - either watching them, or actively participating in undressing and exploring them.


forced nudity, accidental nudity, candid/unknown voyeur


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me on the stage at the audience


Love being naked in front of others Being forced naked, humiliated


Being naked around dressed people and being played with
being naked in a room of clothed jocks


nude/submissive


I've been obsessed with being nude around other males since I was 11 years old but have never done it! I'ts brand new to me.
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I noticed that the discussion has since about stopped. There was one point that had many people curious. You avoided answering the question about your son's ages.


In today's climate of "anti-child predator" and all the media hype about child sexual abuse, and Internet child/teen sex / chat rooms etc, I realize you probably don't want to admit much of anything, but you could have said just that it's private or that it's not important to the gist of the discussion. By the way, I would not fault you if you did admit you enjoy being admired by your sons (I don't care what age they are).



Hope you can get what I meant.
Kelly

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Well... they do mean something.... what more can I say. I'll try.
I was TRYING to support you in the idea that being nude with your sons (or any kids) can be (even should be) something that's very natural and not a cause for alarm. (like some of the hyper-moralistic gay men are suggesting).





BUT .. it does depend on the situation (where you take them and what you 'show' them both physically and your own mental messages to the boys. And it also depends a lot on the boys' (children) own self-understanding and self-acceptance.
Hey, I'm not perfect. The 'idea' of a father and son being sexually involved is a secret fantasy.

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I enjoy reading Handjobs

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http://www.hjmag.com/handjobs/
But it IS just fantasy material - I find I am not attracted at all to my own offspring. However, the thought has crossed my mind often enough about other fathers and their sons.


I think that all boys have at least one time or another (or maybe more than that) had to come to grips with the thought of their father as a sexual being or even an object of some kind of sexual emotions or physical intimacy. But they usually grow out (of it) and grow up (more interested in other things or girls (or guys) their own age before any attraction toward their dad is acted upon. Close to 90% of boys have experience with sexual 'play' with other boys - it's about being a male of the human species.


Fathers are likely to have experienced these same fleeting feelings (and then usually they passed ) and the realization about their sons growing up sexually.

 

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It may be that those who don't have children (of either sex) might possibly 'project' what might be their own doubts (or fears or sexual inclinations) when they consider how gay or bisexual fathers could be perfectly comfortable being naked with their children (especially sons), or even want to make sure that they DO get the opportunity to learn / experience being comfortable naked with their dads and other men.

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I don't ever recall having the slightest urge to 'know' my own sons biblically (i.e. in a less than wholesome way) and never gave the first thought to being sexually attracted to them. I'd be less than honest to say that this was not always true about some of their high school friends and soccer teammates. However, I never ever acted on these thoughts - although I wouldn't morally condemn some man who did - that's not what the issue or the original question on this thread is about.


I'm not rejecting the possibility that some fathers could have more than an affectionate or fatherly interest in their sons, but I'd bet that most do not.

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In my own case, there was no willful desire, ulterior motive or sinister plan to let the boys see me (and my wife) naked. It was just a natural family thing. We did not raise them in Judeo-Christian religion-influenced America so that probably had a lot to do with reasons why it just seemed natural. We bathed together, went to public baths and hot springs resorts, and a few sometime visited nude beaches (or clothing-optional spots, in other countries - such as Greece and Munich's Englischergarten). Conversations sometimes included references to what they saw or were experiencing and there were the inevitable questions. But it was appropriate and in context - so it was a good way and good time to answer their questions: about sex or sexual attraction or feelings and behavior.


I think my sons today have a healthy respect for the human body and an amazing tolerance for

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diversity - including my own bisexuality, which evidently was even clear to them long before we actually told them.





I can't say that it's all attributable to our being nude together as a family but I think it was a contributing factor or at least just one in a long series of ways of thinking and ways of treating people and being nude that helped them to be open and honest about sexual issues, and not be morally uptight or self-righteous about gender, nudity and human sexual behavior.
They are both heterosexual and over 21-year-old male adults. I am talking about our being nude when they were infants, young boys and into the teenage years. We don't have as much occasion to get naked together these days.

 

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"Yes, doctor."

In a moment Dr. Roberts loomed above me with the high-tech blindfold. It looked like a pair of safety goggles, but completely black. Sure enough when he placed in on my face and tightened the strap around my head everything became pitch black even though nothing was touching my eyes and they could stay open.

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I felt my legs being gently spread apart, and fastened in place with straps. My arms were then lifted over my head. The doctor gently made me bend them until my hands almost touched my head. I heard the clink of metal and felt something soft encircle first my right, then my left wrist. I realized I was spread-eagled and shackled to the table. A thrill of mingled arousal and fear passed through me as I realized how completely at his mercy I was now. I had no choice but to trust him, fully and completely.

"We will begin the test now," the doctor said in a soft voice. "I will touch various parts of your body with various objects and substances. Describe to me any sensation you feel-temperature, pressure, sharpness, anything. There should not be anything that will cause you more than mild to moderate discomfort. If at any time you want the test to stop, indicate your wishes by saying 'mayday.' Do you understand?"

I nodded. "'Mayday'. Got it."

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"Here we go."
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A moment later I chuckled. "Very gentle touch. Your fingertips on my stomach."

"Right." I gasped as my right nipple was fondled, lightly and gently. "A-a feather?"

"Mm hmm. Good. Are you ticklish?"

Before I could answer I started as the same object touched my rib cage.

"Yes!"

The doctor's voice took on a teasing note. "Are you?" He tickled me again with the feather and I shouted with laughter, jerking and straining at my bonds. "Stop! Please!"

"Okay, I will. For now," he said, in a mock-ominous tone.

A pause, then I felt cool moisture on my stomach and a sharp minty aroma filled my nostrils. "Whew, feels cool. Ben-Gay?"

"That's right. A little menthol rub." The next moment I gasped as the same substance was applied to my nipples. The pleasure was exquisite and I sighed and strained at my bonds as the doctor's fingers continued to move in gentle circles on the sensitized nubs of flesh.


"Oh God," I moaned.

"You're getting erect again," the doctor observed in a dry voice. "Yes, your response to nipple stimulation is an exceptionally strong one."

He withdrew his hands. A pause, and then I heard a sound, which I recognized as the striking of a match. The sharp odor of sulfur assailed my nostrils. A thrill of real fear raced through me.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Now, now, don't worry. I promised-no pain, no physical injury. Maybe just a bit of discomfort, though."

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The next moment I screamed, more in shock than in pain, as I felt something burning hot drop onto my right thigh. It quickly cooled to a tolerable warmth and I braced myself for another hit.

"Ah!" Another fiery liquid hit on my ball sac.

"You haven't told me what you think it is," the doctor murmured.

"Candle wax, it's fucking hot wax!"

"Very good." Two more hits, one on each nipple. My back came off the table as I cried out each time the melted wax hit a sensitive zone. I strained uselessly against the bonds holding me in place. I was panting with mingled fear and yes, arousal.

"OH FUCK!" I screamed, as flaming agony erupted from the head of my erect cock, where the doctor had dropped one more splash of wax.

 

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"In case you're wondering, I'm doing a testicular exam to check for cancer. This is the way to do it, if you don't know already."

"Yes, doctor."

"I see that you are circumcised. I'm going to take the head of your penis and press on it to spread the urethral opening. I'm checking for any discharge that may indicate disease."

I was looking around the room, trying desperately not to let myself throw a full-boned erection. Feebly I tried to joke about the situation. "You can probably tell I'm discharging already."

Doctor Roberts' voice was dry. "A normal by-product of sexual excitement, quite harmless." I gasped as I felt his finger spread the pre-cum over the head of my cock, sending a wave of pleasure through me. "Checking the consistency of the fluid. Totally normal pre-ejaculate."

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He took hold of my jock, but instead of raising it back in place he pushed it all the way down to the floor and looked up at me.

"With your permission, I'm going to remove your garment. The rest of the examination will be easier if you are completely unclothed. Are you comfortable with this?"

I was trying not to shiver. My breathing was quick. My heart was beating fast with nervousness-and arousal. I nodded. "Whatever you say, doc."

"Good." He lifted both my feet out of the strap, picked it up, and put it on top of the rest of my clothes. "Now I'd like to get a urine sample." He stepped to a nearby table, picked up a large glass laboratory beaker, and turned back to me.

My bladder was painfully full, but even so, it's always hard to pee in front of another person, particularly when you're naked and semi-hard and the other person is clothed and staring intently at you. My first attempts to get the stream started were a total failure. I sighed with frustration.

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"Would turning away from me help? You can if you wish."

"Thanks." I turned around, closed my eyes, took some deep breaths and tried to relax. Finally golden liquid began to flow into the container. And flowed. And flowed. The relief was exquisite. By the time I was finished the beaker was nearly full. I turned back to the doctor and held it out. He smiled.

"Your bladder sure was full, wasn't it? This will have to be held until we can send some to the lab." He took the container and left the room. In a moment he was back. "You've been very cooperative so far. Good job."

I blushed and lowered my eyes. "Thanks, doctor."

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I felt a hand under my chin, gently but firmly lifting my head until my eyes met his. "As this medical exam continues you may experience some psychological as well as physical discomfort. I can assure you that anything that I do is for your health and welfare. Are you prepared to obey without question, to trust me?" His gaze was level, his voice cool and professional. I nodded without hesitation.

"You're the doctor. I'll do anything you say."

"Good boy." He smiled. "We're going to go back to the examination table. I'd like you to mount it and assume the position on your hands and knees."

I walked to the table, shivering with cold and excitement. I climbed on and crouched as the doctor had ordered, elbows and knees on the padded top of the table, my bare ass in the air.

"Lower your head. I'm going to take your temperature rectally. It's the most accurate way, though most doctors don't want to embarrass their patients."

I gasped as something narrow, cold and rigid was inserted into my asshole. My muscles automatically clenched around it. I felt the doctor's hand on my cheeks, trapping the thermometer between his fingers, preventing it from being drawn in and disappearing into my insides.

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Doctor Roberts chuckled. "A strong response. I'm going to have to hold it in place. Stay as still as you can. This will only take a minute."

The room fell silent except for the raspy sound of my breathing. My face was on fire with embarrassment as I was forced to hold this humiliating pose. My cock was rock hard underneath me. I could feel precum being squeezed from its tip every time my rectal muscles involuntarily clenched around the thermometer. Occasionally the doctor's fingers holding the thermometer in place moved, seeming to caress my cheeks. Finally he grasped the thermometer and withdrew it.

"Ninety-eight point six. Absolutely normal. Now will you turn over onto your back, please."

Once I was on my back, he began to press on various places on my lower body, palpating my organs, occasionally asking me to take deep breaths and let them out. Although he approached my private parts, he did not take hold of them as he had earlier. His touch was firm and professional and I began to relax a bit.

"Doing okay?" The doctor asked. I nodded.

"Good. I want you to be relaxed for this next phase of the examination. I'm going to test your sensory perception when you are deprived of visual cues," said the doctor. "I will blindfold you with a special light-blocking mask, very high-tech, and restrain your limbs. This is so that you will focus exclusively on the sense being tested. Are you ready?"

 

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He looked at my chest. "I can tell. Your nipples are erect. We'll get some measurements in a minute." He put his face close to mine as he gently palpated the sides of my neck. "Checking your lymph nodes. No problem here." He then picked up a stethoscope and put the ends in his ears. "Now I'm going to listen to your heart and lungs." The cold metal pressed against my pectoral muscles, sending another shiver through me. "Good." He moved around me and the stethoscope pressed into my back. "Take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Again. Again. Good. Lungs are clear." He came back and faced me again. "Stand and place your palms in back of your head, please. I'm going to inspect your skin for any suspicious looking moles or growths." I followed his instructions as he bent to put down the stethoscope. When he straightened he held a small magnifying glass. Dr. Roberts then moved in very close again as he started at my neck and moved slowly down my body with the magnifying glass, examining every inch of my skin. He put the glass in his pocket. I started to relax, but he said--​

"Keep your palms behind your head. We're going to do a little test."

"What kind of test?"

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A slight smile. "In our preliminary interview you told me that your nipples were very sensitive. We're going to find out just how sensitive. Now, do your best not to move or react, no matter what I do."

He stood very close in front of me and gazed into my eyes intently. I gasped as I felt the light, cool touch of a fingertip on each of my nipples. My breath quickened as his hands and fingers began to move, fondling, squeezing and gently pinching each nub of flesh. My cock swelled and strained against the pouch of the strap as the doctor continued the stimulation. Despite the doctor's instructions a small whimper of pleasure welled up from my throat. He smiled.

"Remember what I said."

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"Yes, doctor," I gasped out with some difficulty.

"Is this painful or unpleasant for you?"

I laughed, unable to help myself. "Hell, no. Oh my god-it's wonderful."

Dr. Roberts produced a metal tube from his pocket and squeezed out some of its contents onto his fingertips. "I see that your nipples are a powerful erogenous zone. Let's try some moist stimulation."

When he began to rub the K-Y onto my tits I lost control, throwing back my head and moaning. It was all I could do to keep my hands locked behind my head. I felt moisture in my crotch and felt precum from the head of my cock soaking through the elastic webbing of my jock pouch.

"Please, doctor-"

"Yes?" The doctor said, continuing his stimulation.

"I'll cum if you do that any more. No kidding."

"Really? I guess that gives me my answer. Let's take a measurement." He produced a small metal ruler and pressed it against my chest. "One centimeter in diameter and a bit more in height when fully erect. You can lower your arms." He stepped back. I let my arms fall limp at my sides and stood, still panting, head hanging, a bit embarrassed that I had become so aroused.

"I'd say on a scale of 1 to 10 of nipple sensitivity you're a 10. Next, turn toward the table so I can examine your back and buttocks." In a moment he said, "Bend forward and spread your cheeks."

He knelt and spent a long time looking at the skin on my rear end, holding his face so close I could feel his breath on my cheeks and my asshole. I was trembling again from the cold and from the excitement of being scrutinized so intimately. He moved the glass down the backs of my legs, then asked me to straighten up again. He moved around to my front so that his face was right in front of the now moist pouch of my jock. His hands took hold of the waistband. "I'm going to lower this garment to examine the pubic area."

He slowly pushed the jockstrap down my thighs. My cock flopped out, half-hard with excitement, the head glistening with the pre-cum I'd leaked already. The doctor once again took his time, passing the glass over my groin and pubic area. After the visual exam was done, he took my penis and lifted it with one hand, taking each testicle and cradling with the palm of the other, then gently rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

 

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Perched on the examination table in the hospital gown and jockstrap, I watched as Dr. Roberts gathered together his equipment and put it on top of a cart covered with a towel. The exam began pretty routinely, as the doctor grasped my wrist and looked at his wristwatch while taking my pulse. He then looked into my eyes with a small light, then into my ears with another scope. He even produced a tongue depressor, pushed my mouth and tongue this way and that, and asked me to say "aah." I suppressed a smile at the old-fashioned procedures.

"Now I'm going to take your blood pressure." He expertly wrapped the cuff around my upper arm and squeezed the rubber bulb. I felt the pulse inside my arm as he gradually let the air out.

"One hundred ten over seventy," he announced. "Excellent. You're in great shape."

"I work at it."

His eyes scrutinized my body. "It shows."




"Thanks."

The doctor cleared his throat. "From here on I'm going to examine various areas of your body. It may be easier for me to do this if you remove the gown. If you are uncomfortable doing so, you may keep it on."

I looked him in the eye. "I can take it off."

"Good." He watched as I lifted my arms and undid the strings in back. I lifted it off and handed it to the doctor, shivering a bit in the chilly room.

"Are you cold?"

"A bit," I said truthfully.

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"Very good for scrotal support," he said. "And very sexy. Now this," he said, producing a paper hospital gown, "is not so sexy. I'm going to ask you to put it on."

I put my arms through the short sleeves. He put his arms on my shoulders and gently turned me to tie the gown in back. I started as I felt his hand touch my bare butt.

"Sorry, I know my hands are cold," the doctor said. "I'm going to ask you to sit on the examination table now."

 

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----------The above CMNM medical fetish pics were forwarded message ----------
From: Rom on the [CMNM]a Google group
A Visit to the Doctor

byKen Nitsua©


K. Nitsua. Copyright 2013 by the author.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Having sex with one's doctor is a potent fantasy for many adults, as the many stories written on this theme indicate. There are people, mostly men, who put a lot of time, effort and skill into making such fantasies come true for their lucky clients. The scenes they construct mix realistic medical procedures with varying proportions of bondage and domination. This is a warning that this particular story is about such a session, not an actual medical examination. KN

I didn't have any trouble finding the office from the directions the doctor had given me. It was on a quiet residential street just off a main city thoroughfare. I parked in the driveway as he had instructed and walked toward the door. Up until now I hadn't been nervous, concentrating on the drive, but now my breath quickened and my heart began to beat faster.

It hadn't been easy to get this appointment with such a distinguished physician. Dr. Roberts and I had an extensive chat online before he determined that I was qualified for one of his physical examinations.

It was a hot late spring day. I had on a T-shirt, jeans with a jockstrap, my favorite underwear, underneath, and old Nikes. I wasn't going to keep the clothes on for long anyway, so there wasn't any need to dress more formally.

I was walking a little funny because my bladder was uncomfortably full. Dr. Roberts had told me to drink a lot of fluids before I came so that I could give a urine sample without difficulty as part of the physical examination. I'd overdone it a little in my eagerness to comply with his instructions.

I got to the door and knocked. It opened right away and finally I saw the doctor in the flesh. He was exactly as I'd hoped he'd be: tall, trim, and distinguished looking with neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper hair. He wore wire-rimmed glasses that accentuated a pair of friendly gray eyes. His teeth were white and even when he smiled.

"You must be Dirk," he said, sticking out his hand. "Right on time. Come in and have a seat."

He ushered me into a front room with a desk. He motioned me to sit in a chair in front of it, which I did. Sunlight filtered in through the shaded window. He rummaged in a box on the floor and pulled out a binder before he sat down.

"Since it's your first visit to the Male Clinic, I'll do an intake interview with you," Dr. Roberts said. "Please answer the questions as thoroughly and truthfully as you can, even if some of them seem intimate or embarrassing. The more I know about your medical and sexual history, the better examination I can give you. Do you have any questions or concerns?"

"No, Doctor. I'm prepared to answer your questions to the best of my ability. I'm putting myself in your hands."


Dr. Roberts smiled. "Good. Let's begin." He opened the binder.

The intake interview took fifteen or twenty minutes. The first questions were standard ones that I'd answered at doctor's offices many times before, about my medical history, past surgeries, any current symptoms, drug allergies, etc.

Then Dr. Roberts' questions became more personal and detailed. He asked me whether I had any phobias, specifically about sensory deprivation or restraint. "No--in fact, the idea kind of excites me," I said truthfully, with a smile.

"Good," he said, returning the smile. "Now there will be a series of questions about your sexual history. Again, please be as truthful as possible with your answers."


We talked for ten or fifteen more minutes. By the time he was done with the questions my heart was beating fast and my cock was rock hard, even though my bladder was aching for release.

"I think we're ready to begin," the doctor said. "Will you please follow me into the examination room?"

We walked down a narrow hallway, past a bathroom, up a flight of stairs, and into a spacious room in the rear, which took up the entire width of the office. A padded examination table stood in the middle. The walls were lined with shelves, holding medical equipment of every conceivable kind. I recognized stethoscopes, padded hammers for testing reflexes, and a few other things, but there was too much for me to take it all in.


"First," the doctor said. "I'd like you to undress down to your briefs. Place your clothes on this chair," he said, gesturing to one that stood nearby.

"Yes, doctor." I unbuttoned my shirt with fingers that were trembling with excitement. In moments I was naked except for my jockstrap. I covered my crotch protectively with my hands and stood before him with downcast eyes for inspection.

"Very nice," Dr. Roberts said. "You're wearing a jockstrap. You do that often?"

"Yes, doctor."

 

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I seemed to be (socially) rewarded for the very things that might be 'pervs' in someone else's book. So I've started to see hostels in a whole new light. Still, there are not all like that. I guess it depends on how long you stay - and whether your roomies are ready and willing to socialize. It also matters whether they are willing to accept your 'uniqueness' (diversity - differences in sexual persuasions - i.e. being gay or a nudist or an exhibitionist.)















Maybe it has everything to do with the location (what hostel, in what city/country, and what the social context is). It was a mixed room for 8 with of them 2 women (who were not together) in Honolulu. We did things together - like going out to clubs, dancing, taking in local sites (North Shore Sunset Beach), swimming and even skinnydipping late on night. Using the same bathroom, shower, watching each other change in the room and at the beach was a kind of therapy -- in one sense. My nudity in the room was either overlooked or just accepted - as was everyone else's. I found I didn't really feel the need to be the perv, who made others leary or uncomfortable (with this group).

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I did get naked and erect for the 'benefit' of my opposite bunkmate, but he either didn't care or really didn't notice. Because later, we ended up spending a couple of days together (on another island). I guess too that my personality sort of balanced the one overly macho str8 guy who also seemed to like getting nude, too - although seemed possessed with chasing skirt 24/7. In that setting, he was more like the 'pervert', a ex-crazed, testosterone-drenched horny dog.

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So I didn't' need or couldn't take that role. He's been traveling for a year and had had some bad experiences so I guess he was 'acting' out like some kind of kid (which he was at 23).


He's lost his travel partner and best friend - who had gotten hooked on drugs while in the Caribbean and had had to be shipped home for hospitalization to the Netherlands).


There was some secret intrigue (not me) with some gay hanky panky going on between one of our roomies and a guy next door which complicated things. Why they tried so desperately to cover it up (without much success) was beyond me. Overall, it was a very nice time.


A few weeks later, I spent a night in a hostel in NYC (Gershwin Hotel has both private and dorm-style rooms). Life was back to normal -meaning -- I didn't even speak to my roomies (two other young men) except in the dark when I came in after 11pm. There was just one roommate in the room and he appeared asleep. I stripped in the darkened room and took a shower, leaving the door unlocked (on purpose).

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The second roommate came in and opened the door to the bathroom catching me fully nude. When I came out and finished dressing, he was in bed, pretending not to notice. I had to leave early the next morning but gave him a lot to look at that night since we were the ones on the two bottom bunks. While in NYC, I looked up some other possible hostels. I believe that WestSide Inn (107st) was promising.


Are there other hostels or hotels in NYC that anyone can recommend?

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Originally posted on Tribe.net Blog


I love hostel stays.

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Hostels are really great places for potential and sometimes actual CMNM experiences. More than the erotically suggestive nature, the real chance to meet people from all walks of life and to become authentic -- even if only temporarily - buddies or friends. There is just something about being a fellow sojourner that brings out the 'best' in a person (well.. I think it does for me). I've posted on this topic before but there's not very much reaction - although my take on hosteling (and the pleasure it affords) has changed recently.



In some ways, being on Tribe.net (also some of the other alternative life-style social networking sites)

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is a lot like living in a hostel with a set of unique and slightly strange (if not almost perverted) bunk of quirky people. In real life, there aren't that many places - in the modern and average working-man world -- that you can really let your hair down and let your personality and anatomy all hang out (LOL - in a manner of speaking). On a recent stopover trip to NYC, I had intended to stay in a hostel situation. But unfortunately, I couldn't get a reservation at any place I really want to 'experience'. So I settled on another kind of alternative accommodations: the YMCA Club hotels - this time the West Side YMCA.


I realize I am getting a bit off-subject but it IS directly or indirectly related to CMNM or male-to-

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male flashing. Saunas (gay sex clubs/baths) are not totally banned in NYC but it seems that true gay baths ALMOST are- unless you don't count East Side Club or the West Side Club. While I was staying at the West Side YMCA, I visited the West Side Club (no relation, similar name only) on two nights and found it OK enough to go back for more.


They charged an initial membership fee ($15?) but you get a 30-day member's card, which allows for 5 visits (just pay for a room (or locker). I recommend a room and it's customary to give a tip to the staffer who leads you to your room. There were a variety of men but there was virtually no sex in the corridors or open areas - it was confined to the private rooms with the doors closed -- which was somewhat disappointing.


At West Side Club, the is only one small shower room, and the sauna was not working (or appeared to be closed) - which may be connected to fact that the sauna room was also closed at the West Side YMCA, where I stayed two nights. At the Y, a sign was posted saying that it was closed by order of the City Board of Health. Was it just this one that had not passed inspection or is the NYC Board of Health systematically shutting down all public saunas? Sort of like - cleaning out the porn and prostitutes out of Times Square? Go figure.

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I have love staying at hostels - not just for the economy, and also not just because I have an 'excuse' to be naked in front to strangers (which is always fun), but I have found now that they are enjoyable even more for the chance for camaraderie and acceptance from new acquaintances and potential friends. Initially, I saw it as a way to flash people whose reactions you could see and who can't quite run away. But now, I find that being accepted for being myself is working like a kind of therapy and giving me less reason/compulsion to 'flash' or get naked in front of strangers (not that I ever really did it blatantly anyway - but the fantasy and compulsivity had been growing for the last few years whether I actually acted on it or not).


More recently, I have found that I really enjoy getting to know the people I am 'living' with in the hostel. I guess it comes from my not acting anything but myself -- I feel free to be me - kinky, profane, but passionate, caring, and adventurous too.