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I really had to shit so i warned the guy but he says he wants to watch me, i had to do it standing since i don't like sitting on those seats so he saw everything and another dude that was standing there watched too. i felt embarrassed and wiped and left.
The Asian dude was outside and fondled my ass and showed me his cock already with a condom. I never get fucked but the two other voyeurs were coming to look for me and as i saw them come i inserted the Asian guy's penis in my ass with an ahhh.
The guys came and fondled me again and in less than a minute i came.
It was a kind of bizarre and intense experience but i haven't felt that exposed in a long time.
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I am not into getting sucked to much so i turned around to the other side and then i felt his mouth on my buttocks and opened my ass cheeks and started rimming. I love getting my ass licked so i couldnt stop him but after a while i wanted more so i went to the patio and he followed me. i got on top of a wood table on all fours, with my ass in full view. He came behind and started to rim.
A few seconds later we heard the door that goes to the patio open and one of the other men was there. I was moaning from the pleasure, and the look on his face was great when he saw me out there in full daylight getting my butthole eaten. He came by to look closer and separated my butt cheeks while the other dude rimmed me then touched my cock and nipples.

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All of a sudden the door open again and this young Asian dude shows up in the patio and sees the whole scene and comes down to get a good look. I just enjoy it and moan, i am so turned on that i dont even touch my self to avoid cumming. One of the two men that work there, also shows up but he sits far away and just looks while he is on his break.


I stop and leave while they all follow me inside to where the main tv is and there is another man there watching it, i climbed on a table there and the scene repeats, then i lay on my back while i am getting rimmed fingered, fondled, by these men. The one that was rimming me then cums.
Then this kind of weird thing happened, i really had to go to the bathroom, so i leave but still getting followed so i go into a bathroom stall and one of the men goes into the next. There are huge holes on the stall walls so they can see everything.

 

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[This story is re-published by permission of the author, bradjup, from the discussion board at Dickflash.com]

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I went to my usual Friday hangout after work, the sex club at 330pm is pretty much dead so i get to strip naked and surprise the handful men that show up, mainly older.


Only 4 men when i arrived so i stripped and walked around, they were surprised to see a young man walking around with just tennis shoes on, i kept walking and hiding from them. At some point one approached me from behind and ran his finger through my ass crack i turned around and looked and he was already on his knees wanting to suck me.

 

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I swallowed daddy's come and felt it coat the back of my throat. In the morning we awoke and started fooling around again. He had me lie on my stomach and he caressed my ass. He kissed the sole of my foot and started kissing my leg slowly moving up until he got to my ass. He spread my cheeks and kissed my asshole. My body shuddered. He covered my ass with kisses and then buried his face in. I felt my heart race as I felt his tongue and moustache tickle my asshole. Having daddies mouth on my ass stirred something inside me. He glanced over and saw that he was jerking his cock as he rimmed me. Daddy's tantalizing cock was amazing.

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I had never had anal sex before but I knew that instant that I needed daddies cock inside me. I pulled him up and pushed my ass onto his cock. He moaned and rubbed his cock against my crack. We stayed like this for a while until I grabbed his cock and pushed it onto my tight virgin asshole. “Oh daddy I want you to be the first”. “Are you sure that you are ready for this?” “I need you inside me” He got up from the bed and went to get some lotion. He spread it on me asshole and probed me with his fingers. I felt my asshole relax and I felt his fingers enter inside me. He spread some lotion on his cock and pushed it against my asshole. Slowly he started to enter me.

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It hurt a little bit but the idea of him inside me was so stimulating that my asshole relaxed and welcomed him inside. He moaned and thrust. He kissed my neck and his moustache was ticklish. It felt so good to feel his powerful body on top of mine and have his cock inside me. Every time he thrust I would jerk my cock in ecstasy. He picked up the pace and I clenched my cheeks as hard as I could. He hissed and bit me ear. I heard him scream as he pushed his cock inside me and flooded my insides with his come. This pushed me over the edge and what felt like buckets of come shot out of my cock…


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He looked at me again. “God damn” he said. “How is it that you don’t have a boyfriend?”. “Because you chase them off” I replied. “You’re too good for them” “You deserve better. You are a prize.

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If you weren’t my son, I would worship you, I would” and then he stopped. “Never mind” he said. “No” I protested. “Finish your thought. If I wasn’t your son, you would what? What would you do? Because whatever it is that you want to do, I want you to do it”. That was it took. He pounced on top of me and locked his mouth on mine. I felt him push his tongue into my mouth and I greedily welcomed it sucking it in with all my might. His hand were all over my body and he reached into my underwear and grabbed my erect cock.

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He caressed my cock and balls and slid off my underwear. He was ontop of me and he started exploring my body. His moustache felt ticklish. He was still fully dressed as he took my cock in his mouth. I felt myself on the verge of coming but I desperately wanted to see, feel, smell and taste his cock. It was a challenge to get him to stop sucking me. After firmly pulling his head off of my crotch I took control of the situation and started taking his clothes off until he was in his sexy white briefs. His large cock was bulging out of the white fabric a drop of moisture permeated the tip.


I buried my face in his crotch and inhaled the sweet fragrance of daddies underwear. As sexy as he was in his underwear I knew it was time for them to come off. I ripped them off. There he was. Mischievous eye looking more mischievous than ever and all mine to enjoy. I gazed into his eyes for a moment, kissed him and buried my face his crotch. I sniffed his balls and pubes.
After jerking off to his underwear for so long it felt unreal to smell the real thing. He smelled so good it was difficult to stop sniffing him. I kissed his cock and played with the long foreskin I had dreamed about for ages. I took his cock in my mouth and he moaned.

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It felt good to have daddies cock in my mouth and hear him moan in pleasure. To feel daddies cock moving inside of my mouth. I sucked him and felt his cock swell in my mouth. I was in ecstasy as my mouth filled with daddy’s foreskin juice and precum. He pulled my mouth off his cock and took me in his arms. There we were father and son. Our naked bodies entwined together as we kissed and our cocks rubbed lovingly together. What could be more natural? We explored each other’s bodies and made love all night long. Daddy came in my mouth as I sucked him. I almost choked at the copious amount of fluid that exploded out of his body and into my mouth.

 

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According to him they were l jerks and not good enough for me. I was angry at this attitude but at the same time I felt strangely flattered. Not that I was dating many guys. I was spending most of my free time with dad. I enjoyed seeing his warm comforting smile and mischievous eyes. It felt warm to be near his masculine body. I felt guilty and tried my hardest to suppress my feelings. But it was quite difficult to suppress my urges.

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The sight of dad walking around the house in white briefs would make my heart race so fast I would feel dizzy. A couple of times I had been lucky enough to see him naked. I was fascinated by his cock. It was rather large, larger than mine. He was uncut and the foreskin completely enveloped his cockhead. It looked much different than my smaller cut cock. I longed to see it up close and study it more. I would anxiously wait for him to leave the house and I would instantly run into his room and find his dirty laundry. I pleasured my self for hours fondling his socks and inhaling the sweet, musky, yeasty essence of his white briefs. I noticed that he started to look and smile at me more often. I would look away but it was difficult not to stare into his dreamy eyes. His looks gave me goosebumps. I wasn’t sure if it was just my imagination.

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I started walking around the house in my briefs because I knew they seemed to catch his eye. I felt guilty about doing this but could not control myself. Watching him trying to keep from staring at me was intoxicating.

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One night he came home from work late. He went out or drinks with co workers and was tipsy. I was lying on the couch reading. I was wearing tight blue briefs. His eyes fixated on my briefs and then he quickly looked away. I felt guilty for tempting him. Guilty for trying to be make him attracted to me. He was my dad after all, what on earth was I thinking?

 

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This original story was posted on JustUsBoys.com Forum by
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Re: Father-Son Incest

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I do remember being fascinated by seeing my dad in his white undies and would try them on occasionally. Daddies are supposed to be masculine protective and loving. The idea of pleasing daddy is primal and erotic.








Here is a story I wrote:


I had just turned 18 and my parents were going through a messy divorce. They were high school sweethearts but my father had a dark secret: he was a gay man. He grew up in a conservative military family and he himself worked in the military for many years. My own coming up had stirred a lot of conflicting feelings in him.

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My coming out was the catalyst for his coming out. My mom was devastated. She would never forgive me. Mom moved in with her folks and I stayed with dad. I had the option to go with her but our relationship was strained by my coming out and the subsequent coming out of her husband. I loved my dad and was more than happy to stay with him anyway.

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Dad was very handsome and well built. He had mischievous eyes, a moustache and a hairy chest. Dad and I got along well except that he was very disapproving of any man I was dating.

 

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​ This is how I looked from the end of the hospital bed (taken with a cellphone just after the doctor left). Almost anytime I am alone in nature (and sometimes even when not alone), I love to get naked. The stimulation is sometimes too great to stop the inevitable jerk-off. When I stayed in the hospital for a rather benign problem, I took every opportunity to expose myself to the doctor, other patients (male, of course), and even got naked on the hospital grounds as you can see below.

I took my IV drip with me on these little outdoor excursions.

 

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Exactly because he is a serious medical professional, there is nothing to worry about. I talked to him a lot longer today - when he came in to the room, I was lying on my back and my half hard-on was visible through the thin material of the white pj's I'm wearing. As we talked my erection went down although there was some leakage of precum he might have noticed. I even joked with him about finding a bride perhaps among his patients. Our conversation went on for a while -- at least he's not scared of being with / talking to a 'flaming pervert' as some people (on this site) seem to believe.


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Last day in the hospital ...

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Monday was the last of my week-long hospital stay. Young Dr.M, who I described in an earlier posting (below), had already visited me once that morning ,so I thought any chances of him seeing nude were unlikely. But - what do you know! - he came back to say he needed some photos to document how I had healed. What luck!


I was wearing my gown with nothing underneath. Of course,I knew this was my flashing opportunity come true!

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So I disrobed while on the bed right in front of him. He was very professional, but my cock started swelling up. It took him a few minutes to get the photos - mostly close-ups. By this time, my cock was nearly erect and starting to leak. I was delighted he didn't just hurry away, but stayed a couple more minutes and chatted - all the.while letting me show him my naked body, cock and balls. I think he somehow knew that this was a more intimate kind of bedside manner that this patient really needed and appreciated!

 

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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?"

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I quickly nodded my head up and down and squeaked, "Yes."

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."


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.


From right behind me, he said, "Come here Sweetie. Your punishment is over."

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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.

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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.


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.






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.




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.







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."

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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.

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. by

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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.

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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.




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!

 

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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.





Weeks passed without a single punishment. I was


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.

 

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Naughty Boy

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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.

 

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


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Getting naked (partly or fully) is certainly a personal decision -- although it might seem to suit the 'group' mentality that seems apparent in many Asian countries. The fact is getting naked is very individual and very personal act. Finally, the sense of indignant indecency or an attitude of righteous morality that comes from doing something so brazen just does not have the same meaning in Asian countries. Nudity is just a fact of life. It does not make the same huge societal statement because nudity itself is not regarded as morally corrupt or wrong as it is in Christianity and otehr monotheistic religion-dominated cultures. The main reason I wanted to write about this was the thousands of great CMNM photos that appear during this season of the WNBR. Particularly appealing are the photos of naked men in the midst of clothed ones.

 

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World Naked Bike Ride: Power, Purpose, or just getting nude in public?

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Getting naked for the sake of some higher or noble purpose seems to be modern society's rather quirky response toward liberating today's new sexual mores and to bolster the moral consciousness of our so-called degenerate tribe(s) of humanity. It would be cool to actually participate , fo'sure!. But unfortunately, not many people are ready for prime time nudity where I live. We've been trying to get a World Naked Bike Ride started here (Tokyo) and elsewhere in

Asia, but it really doesn't seem to go over that well for a variety of reason. I notice too that even some major urban areas has some trouble this year. In some case, the authorities refused to allow 'full monty' nudity - although I didn't seem to stop the true nudist enthusiasts or believers in the cause of 'No more exposure' to automobile exhaust. It's clear that the United States is decidedly more 'conservative' that other areas of the world - Chicago, the 3rd largest city, held its WNBR at night. For one thing, there seems to be a deluge of political apathy.
People don't seem to care about making a strong political statement by public protest. Perhaps they have seen the futility of such protests (esp. public ones) over the generations. Secondly, people do not like to take personal responsibility for their actions and decisions.