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1. I have to find places that have people not much in there and I will plan with my friend how I act,how I do in a short time.
2. Yes.The ones are often teenagers.They don't interest in catching me and bring to the police.They like to see me naked.

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Well, sunbuns, I'm Asian and travel to Europe quite often. I'd like to say that the perceptions of people (westerner & asian) may be similar (of course, they'll shock), but the reactions of them are different. The westerners seems to react straight away (i.e. screaming, freak out, laugh, take a second look or stare at you and say "oh my god...") when they see you naked on street, but asians would be silent & say nothing. People may stop what they're doing for a millisecond


(i.e. stop walking or chatting with friends) as they're shocked but then will continue for what they're doing. They'll giggle or call a cop later, after you walk pass them. Therefore, it's not because they don't see you. I read one thread (from "experience forum" about a guy who flashed; jerked off in front of a lady with big boobs on a train at night. That lady grabbed a camera and took his photo. She might think that she's got the right (human right) to do so. I can say that such reaction (from the lady who was flashed) will not happen in Asia. The most she would do is to walk away silently and run (or inform the officer) because normal people would think that she could be raped or killed in that situation.

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In the situation that you're middle age westerner living in Asia, it'll be another issue. If you wear a mesh or see-through pants and walk down the street, nobody would say anything. That's because they consider you as a white guy who has different culture (people would think "well, it might be normal in his culture"). Meantime, they definitely can see you but they would choose to say or react nothing, but they'll talk about it behind you and you'll lost respectation from people. They might think that you're nuts (hey...that crazy guy come again...). If you don't live & belong to that area, then it's fine. If you live or stay in that area for a long time and you go naked, people will react nothing in front of you but talk about it behind you. If you later i.e. go out to buy something at the grocery store nearby, they may say nothing but giggling behind you when you left the store. It's not because you're not noticeable.




I was once in a foot massage course in my country where the weather was hot and there was no air-conditioning system. It's just the electric fan at that place. There were about 30 chairs with foot stools in that room. Each student (or

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participants) must swap with their buddy to practice the massage. Then there was one western male wearing t-shirt and shorts with no underwear, and he was alone. So he had to be paired with another local fat woman. He might be happy to flash, I think.



That woman reacted nothing to him but turned to all people around her and talked in local language telling people that how ugly that he's not wearing any underpants and she cursed a lot. Then she just concentrated on her buddy's foot and tried not to look up. She talked to people around her about him all the time. When she talked to him in English, she just looked at his face and speak with a normal voice tone. That happened all day long. She didn't even ask for changing the buddy or reported him.

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Everybody looked at his crotch from time to time and said nothing, just talked to that woman as usual. It's just the next day when he didn't join the practicing class, that people giggled and laughed and talked about what happened the day before. Meantime, that western guy might think that no one noticed his flash, because people still chatted as usual in their local language, not being noticed even by his massage buddy who never looked up throuth his pants.

Going out of the house shirtless, in Asia, is fine if you look "down to earth" & walk around your house (i.e. to buy something) or after jogging. If you look "posh" or "well groom" or even "look good", it will look totally weird & look a bit that you walk shirtless "on purpose" or "on display" (eventhough you walk around your house or go jogging).

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So, don't expect people to be scream or freak out or laugh if you flash them in Asia, and meantime don't expect people to be silent when you flash them in Europe. By the way, the perception of people you flash would be the same, it's only the reactions that different.
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Toras adds:I really disagree with this discussion of nudity in "Asia", treating as if it is a homogenous unit. That's dozens of countries with diverse cultures, you CANNOT lump all of them together as one. Even in the same country, you would get different responses in the city and suburbs. For example, in Japan, I have heard that their attitude is "I don't see it" if someone appears naked in public. In Hong Kong (where I'm from), you *might* be able to get away in a rural area, where farmers would ignore you, but in the city the cops will definitely be called. BTW, a typical response of a Chinese girl when faced with a naked man is to cover her eyes and perhaps scream.

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Response from Davincith
Thanks for your opinion. I don't mind your opinion that make my daredevilry in this collection to undestimate in another people's sight.Some part of your opinion is right but another part are wrong. I will make it clearly.In my country (Asia). People are quite anti-nudity more than Western People -- particularly the old people.They are not just look to confirm nudity but they try to catch and bring to the police. I don't want not only people on the bus see but also motorcyclist that can stop to look me that is exciting point for me.
------------------------------ Davincith, I don't mean to say that you are NOT doing some very daring and also very exciting. Hey, you've got a great body and beautiful cock.. I'd be dancing the streets if more men did that here. Wooo!

I agree if people do see you, they'll want to catch you and string you up and hang you right then and there. It's totally amazing then that you can get away with it. Because it IS so amazing that it can happen, I am just trying to explain (to some part) why it might pass off AS IF unnoticed.

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What I'm saying also is that some people might not even notice because they aren't really looking to see anything at al - they are just occupied with living and doing what it takes to get through life. They can't believe their eyes so they just don' t believe.
Someone one said - "Never underestimate the power of perception" I would add - "never underestimate the power of people to misperceive anything."

My own limited experience tells me that -- in the Asian country where I live now (obviously somewhat different from your country)-- when I go out in mesh see-thru shorts or actually almost any kind of pants for that matter, I almost get nobody (male or female) watching my crotch and looking at me in a way that shows "what's he wearing now?" "Oh my god, I can see thru his pants." Or "I wonder what color his underwear is?"

However, if I did that back in the US or Europe, I couldn't get 20 meters down the road before somebody would notice, some would smile or laugh, and a few might freak out and then have the cops on me before I even realized that they'd seen me.

I don't think this is totally my imagination or misconception of Asian societies. I admit that are NOT the same - each is unique so it's tough to make any big generlizations. Maybe it just seems true because I, myself, am not an Asian man - maybe nobody here (in the country I live now) wants to 'see' me at all - not matter what I am or am not wearing.

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How do you explain that you haven't been caught by the police?
Or are the ones who see you just happy to find such an extraordinary thing that they just smile and go on?
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They don't watch you because They see you are westerner.Most of you never meet with high temperature like them and me.They think your doing is decreasing temperature in your body.They understand your doing so they watch you in a short time and they look on your face.They will think"Oh,He is a westerner,I don't mind his doing."
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Davincith - public male-to-male street flasher


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[TD="colspan: 2"]that whole bus must have seen you! very hot!
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Comment from Sunbuns about explaining why Davincith blatant exhibitions seems to go unnoticed (or not)

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Having lived in an Asian country (off and on for a long time), I can both appreciate what makes his doing this both possible and almost compulsive for him.

See my recent post: One reason that he can 'get away' with it is that actually nobody can SEE him - I don't mean their eyes cannot take in the image - but their minds just don't register it as nudity or they can perceive the erect cock at being that.
Westerners (esp US society) is so hung up on anti-nudity / anti-sexual prohibition of the US-brand of convservative religious ethic/edict that almost everyone (in the US) is sensitized to 'showing skin'. If somebody saw Davincith's upper torso (naked chest or back) they might assume he' naked down below and they would look to try to confirm that.

http://www.dickflash.com/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?p=108673#108673

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In Asia (well certain countries anyway and surely not only in Asia either) showing naked flesh is no real cause for concern, alarm nor does it pique people's basic interest to "look to see more" like it would in the US. Most people (normal Asian society) cannot be bothered to waste their time getting scintillated by looking at a stranger's body or they would just be ignoring most external stimuli in the first place.

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If they're riding the bus, it's because they've got some place to go and something they need to do or a job to get to / from and they're just engaged in doing that - getting from one place to another. Most people are reading, talking to a friend or family member, writing text messages or listening to music (or playing games) with their handheld or mobile device so trying to catch the odd and unimaginable 'naked' person in some chance encounter is so incongruous that they MIGHT NOT even 'see' him he we standing up in broad daylight - facing the bus. They certainly would know how to react either - probably too embarrassed to even mention it to the passenger (strangers) near them. It would be a bit like calling 'wolf' for boy, Peter (or should I say calling "Peter' for the wolf.

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I've described the situation in a rather exaggerated way - but it's the basic principle. I'm also NOT trying to be stereotypical or discriminatory in my explanation (my theory) but it's a plausible and even likely reason why Davincith can get away with this kind of exhibitionist behavior.The problem for me is (where I am feeling the urge to flash) is that I am a white (caucasian) middle-aged man so I might just attract those very eyes that normally don't even see Davincith in his naked glory.


By the way, I love his antics but I'm not here to burst the bubble but it's not as impossibly daring as it might seem on first inspection.


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"He was a runner, would jog fifty miles a day. Long thighs, big calves. He was a dope fiend. I caught him at it, told him I'd turn him into the MP's and the JAG, unless ... "

"Unless? Did you fuck him?" Daddy laughed.

"You're a horny one, son. Do you think I fuck everyone?"

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"Well, son, I didn't. Got him a different way. I had him running a hundred miles a day. Keep his ass moving. Put him in some sweatshorts and jog him up and down the streets at Bragg, out into the drop zones, back, then out again. He always started sweating in the crack of his ass, but pretty soon it'd all be wet and clinging to it." Daddy laughed.


"I used to run along with him for a while. Then I'd run his ass back to the jeep, and I'd get in and follow him around."

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Daddy grinned down at me. "And I'd jack off in my fatigues, watching that hot ass in those shorts."

While Daddy tells me the story, I feel the blood fill his cock, and I know how powerfully he felt that lust.


"You didn't try anything, Daddy?"
"No," Daddy says. "Loved your Mother to much."
He slips a hand over to me, takes my cock in his hand, holds it. He slips a finger under my foreskin.

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"Besides, my first man is you."

He strokes at my cockhead, and I shiver.

"And you're the sexiest man I've ever known."

Daddy's finger is digging out some of the drying sperm from under my skin.

"Why'd you let me keep my 'skin, Daddy?"

He's got me rolling around, squirming in his arms, while he plays with my dick. Daddy pauses.

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"I heard that guys with foreskin got more sensation out of screwin'. And I knew you'd want that. 'Cause I knew you'd be like me -- horny all the time, wanting to get it on with someone, anyone. And I wanted you to get out of it stuff I couldn't." He stops. "Also, the first time I held you, just after you were born, you were naked. And I looked down, and you had this big dong, even at that age, and it was hard and looked so hot with that skin. So I told your Mom it wouldn't get cut off. And it wasn't."

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"I'm glad you didn't." I can feel my cock getting hard, and I want my Daddy again, but there's deep rooted exhaustion in my muscles, and I know I can't muster up the strength to fuck just yet.


"Yeah, me too," he says. He closes his hand around my prick, jacks it. Father masturbates son. My eyes close.

I get shaken awake a little bit later. My Father's prong is pressed into my side. His lips are glued to mine. I feel his beard. I slip a hand through the hairs on his chest until I feel nipple, and I pinch it. His groan wells into my throat. He pulls away.

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"I've never been fucked." Which is as clear a statement of desire as we need. So I laid down on the rock, that big boulder that Daddy had picked as his lounge chair when we got to this spot, the old fishing hole. Daddy, looking down at me, grins. He throws a leg over me, straddles me and the boulder. He bends down and kisses me, and we share the light as we do so. Then he squats down. As Daddy's puckered butthole rests on my fat shaft, gathering its energies for its virgin penetration, I scheme how I'm going to replace Mom in Daddy's bed.


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"Fucking faggots!" The guy with the tits stands high in the bass boat, a can of cold Bud in his clenched fist. His voice drips with fury, contempt, hate. Daddy pulls the .357 revolver out of the backpack. Shiny and black, it glistens in the sun like a shard of obsidian. Daddy rotates the cylinder three notches. I know how the gun is loaded: three rounds of snake shot, the rest flatnose bullets to deal with humans.

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"Fag-"

Daddy straightens up, still fucking me, pace unbroken. I love that man. He turns, aims squeezes off three shots. Two spouts of water erupt by the side of the fiberglass hull, one by the guy in the bow and one beside the guy at the engine. One spout appears on the far side of the boat, and the guy with the tits drops the dripping Bud. The slug has passed between his thighs, two inches from his balls. His mouth is open in a silent scream, eyes wide in unbelieving shock. A wet stain spreads from his crotch as he pisses his pants.

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I moan, watching him piss, and explode in another orgasm, my ears ringing with the force of the gunshots. The good ol' boys rev up the engine, spin the boat on a dime, flee. Daddy has his orgasm in my butt. He shudders, spits, curses, and floods me with another thick load. The thick gruel runs swiftly down my rectum, out my sphincter, down my legs. He puts the gun down, picks me up by my hips so that we resume our previous position, and we resume fucking.


Our last orgasm is simultaneous, and father's and son's souls communed in that eternal moment. You don't need to know about that. It's private.


The sun's changed position in the sky. It's lower, but it's rays are still fiendishly hot. I'm wet as a jock's headband. It feels like a different world. Me and Daddy have journeyed into a different place. Daddy's hot semen -- a hundred million unborn brothers -- pours out of my asshole in a brownish-tinged gray tide.

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We're exhausted. It's only the reason we've stopped. Our legs vibrate with the effort of keeping us standing. Daddy says, through great gasps for air, "Son, I've got to lay down." So we drag ourselves over to that boulder where Daddy so sexily lounged a millennia ago, our legs screaming, dicks slowly drooping into that sexy male post-orgasmic slightly- swollen state.

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We fall onto it together, side by side, but I do my best to twist to one side so I can face my father, and look into his eyes, and hold him. We embrace, and I feel something I've longed for ... my Daddy's sweaty, thick mat of body hair pressed against my naked body, from my own chest, down to my wet crotch. One of his powerful thighs holds mine apart. His arms encircle me, and I lean my cheek on his forearm, only inches from his armpit and that wonderful smell. We lay entwined, chests heaving, staring into each other's eyes until love prompts us to exchanged tongues in a kiss. Our sweat pools beneath us. Daddy's hands caress me, running over the knotted muscles in my back, massaging me like I had done for him those long years ago when he came in tired and exhausted after jumps from a C-130.

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I dig my fingers into his thighs -- they're hard as steel, and they vibrate like a tensed spring.


"Son," Daddy says through opened, dry lips, "son, I've wanted that for so long ... "


I hug him and hold back tears.


"Daddy."


" ... never done anything with a guy, and never had anything like that with a woman ... " his voice trails off.


"Daddy," I say between heaving breaths, "Daddy."


Daddy's lips turn up into an exhausted grin, and he kisses me, which is pretty much how this moment will play out.

"Son, I think I got hard, holding you on the day you were born."


I laugh, flop down onto his hard biceps. I watch rivulets of sweat pour out of his armpit.


"Love you so much, Daddy." He laughs too.


"You're like me, son. You love things with all your heart and mind, but most especially with your dick." I grin.


"Yeah, I guess." And I reach a free hand over, slip it between our sweaty bodies,

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and hold my father's cock in my hand. It's big and rubbery and feels like a policeman's truncheon.


"You're the sexiest man I've ever known, Daddy. Jesus!" He laughs.


"Yeah, Jesus, boy. You're the best."


"You never been turned on by a guy before?" I ask. Nosy, and stupid, but I want to know. It's easy to ask a parent about his sex life, after you're done fucking him.


"I've seen some guys I've got the hots for. Back in the barracks, when I was a DI, seeing guys around in the buff. Big muscles, lots of hot sweat, hot butts, big dongs. There was a big blond guy named Jones, had an ass as hot as yours." He laughs, looks down at me, laughs, seeing the look on my face.

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His arms jam me hard between his muscled, hairy thighs. I feel tense muscles on my buttcheeks, swollen testicles throbbing against mine. And I close my eyes, knowing what's about to happen. Somewhere in my dank guts Daddy's pisshole gapes. Blood pulses in his
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member. The thick gravy gushes up his urethra, shoots out laser-like into me. Into me. The Father fertilizes the Son with his potent seed. It pumps and pumps, coating the hot tissues, relieving a pressure Daddy and I have felt since my birth. His balls are tight against mine, and I feel them contract and writhe against my flesh as they frantically fill my colon with his love. I feel the waves as sperm moves up his cock and into my ass. My Daddy is coming in my butt. I shudder, moan helplessly like I heard Mom do when she had this penis, and I explode. When we're done he bends down and kisses me deeply. His hands caress my flanks, stroke me, soothe me. His long member is still in my ass, and it is not soft.

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"I love you, son."


"I love you, Daddy."


He begins to move in me again, and I moan again, and we remain one through the long session, the longest continual multi-orgasmic fuck in the history of the human race.


After our third orgasm, I heard a guffaw, and I bent down to look back between my legs, under my cock and Daddy's pounding, dripping balls. The bass boat had drifted round the point, and it had three rednecks in it. One sits in the bow chair, one in the well in the middle, one by the big outboard. Young, not too much older than me, built, blond, tanned. Sweaty beer cans in their hands. They laugh, point, cheer this big burly stud who is fucking this slim, hairless, long-haired blond. Daddy doesn't miss a stroke. He keeps churning in my ass, puffing like a locomotive, pumping those sperm-rich farts out of my guts with his big hard log. He doesn't seem to know that three guys are watching him screw his son, but I know that he didn't care.

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The whistles and catcalls don't die out. They get louder. I stare back between my legs, watching the boat drift between my jism- and sweat-streaked thighs. The good ol' boys raise their beer cans high, whooping and hollering like Indians in an old John Wayne movie. They're shirtless and wear tight faded jeans. Sweat runs down their flanks from their armpits. The guy in the middle, sitting beside the Styrofoam cooler, has big nipples, almost like Daddy's. In the midst of my passionate fuck with Daddy, I feel lust for him like a stroke of lightning. Daddy's cock, sawing at my breech, is enough to keep me faithful. For me, just Daddy.

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The boat keeps drifting. Daddy keeps fucking. I keep moaning. The cheering and guffaws stop. I knew this would happen. They've drifted far enough to one side to realize that Daddy's not screwing some woman. They see my big prong now, jutting out from between my thighs, foreskin retracted, precum dripping. They can see my straining muscles -- hard, male muscles -- as I hold this position, letting this big man plow me. They see my thick pubic bush, my balls drawn up tight, perfect images of those of the man who fucks me

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"Shit! Fucking faggot bastards!" It's the big guy in the middle, the one with the tits. His snarl is filled with the hate of a cornered animal. I can't stand the level of pleasure that Daddy's fucked into me, so I start to jet spurts of jism.


"That fucking shithead likes it!"

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Daddy's hips still move. He's pubic hair still scours my butt. But I feel him bend over me, feel his chest hair brush against my back. His iron grip on my hips relaxes. While the rednecks cuss and scream, Daddy's tongue snakes into my ear, driving me to new heights of pleasure. I feel his panting breath while I squirm in my orgasm.

"Get down on your knees, son," Daddy says.

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I hear wet plops in the lake. The rednecks have thrown their beer cans, but they're too drunk to aim accurately. They're chanting "Fucking faggots!" like a mantra. The guy with the hot tits is scrambling to get the cooler top off to get more ammunition. Me and Daddy kneel together, slowly.

My cock is still spitting jism whenever Daddy's cock barrels deep into my asshole. His rhythm never breaks. Daddy is the consummate stud. He reaches into the backpack beside us, and I laugh, toss my hair, and grind my hips into his fucking strength.

 

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Daddy's slick cockhead slides over my pucker, then it steadies, centered and aimed. His fingers dig into my flesh; biceps tense. Daddy's cockhead punctures me. Does it hurt? Does it matter? This is my father who's fucking me, and we're completing an act ordained since his sperm rewrote the code in my mother's egg. It's been our fate to rejoin -- and I'm no longer a sperm that could swim back up his urethra to live happily ever after in his testicles. I can only open myself to my Daddy, and let him fill me. And fill me Daddy majestically does. One smooth stroke and he's in. As easy as two spaceships docking.

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My colon bloats around his fat instrument. The fires burning in my ass are stoked by that huge cock. I can count Daddy's heartbeats with my rectum. We're moaning, ecstatically joined, father to son, rigid rod up clenching butt, coupled. I feel his pubic hairs deep between my cheeks, pressing against my flesh, while his cock yearns inward. He's had these hairs longer than I've been alive. I can't stand it. Helplessly I squirm, skewered on his cock. My balls churn, I moan like a ghost howling in an empty house, and long jets of my love explode out of my penis. My butthole clenches on that cock, my prostate throbs against that log of gristle and flesh, and I shoot all over the lakeshore, and I fuck myself blind on Daddy's rod.

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He holds his cock still until my sperming stops, till I'm squatting there, head raised, panting, eyes closed, shuddering and twitching in the afterglow. His hand, gripped to my hip and pulling my butt into his crotch, opens suddenly, and he pats me lovingly.

"Good one, son," Daddy says hoarsely. The hand closes, fingers dig into the flesh. Then he starts to fuck me.

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Daddy's fat penis slips down my rectum, the glowing cockhead retreating towards my clenching sphincter. I'm so hypersensitive to him that I can feel the swollen walls of my rectum closing up as his slides out. Then it reverses direction and crashes in, charging forward like an army attacking a fort, and again I'm suddenly full of my father. Air gushes out of me. Daddy's cock rams against my gut, and my knees almost turn to jelly. His balls swing between our legs; sweat sprays. I watch the droplets fly as Daddy's cock slides out of me and continues that primitive rhythm that

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drives men's lives. His fingers dig into my flesh, I hear him moan, and the pace of the fuck picks up. The sound of wet flesh smacking together obscures the lapping of the waves, the sigh of the pines. I roll my hips around his thrusts, enjoying this like a mare being serviced. There ought to be pain, I guess; burning or something, while my Daddy's hot cock churns in my guts, but there isn't. The pleasure I feel is what Mom feels when Daddy fucks her.


My prostate is swollen as big as an orange, and I can feel Daddy's cock powering alongside it, loving it, warming it. There's immense power in Daddy's strokes, but somehow I'm keeping this ungainly position, squatted down like a tight end, while Daddy takes his pleasure in my rectum. Then his fingers jab into me, down through my tensed muscles until I feel them on my pelvis. His cock rams faster and faster.

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I can feel air bubbles now, between the tight tube of my ass and his huge cock. He's fucking wet farts out of me. He's moaning, panting, a strange sound, something like a demon in the throws of pleasure. He yanks out till I feel his corona holding my sphincter open. Eternity passes. Inwards it suddenly thrusts. It stops. And Daddy cries out.

 

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The Fishing Trip, Part 3 ((Continued in 5 parts)

You can find more great stories like this one along with the real-life excepts from Dorian Smith's sexually active lifestyle in London. He's got a great personal blog, and it's complete with accounts of encounters with men in the underground of London, and also relates how his sexual relationship with his own father affected him.


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The Fishing Trip is a story by R. Keith Peck

"Son," he says, "son."

I spread my legs, arch my back, pushing my ass up at his hands. I'm looking up at him with naked hunger in my eyes. Daddy grins. With glacial slowness, he starts to slide one hand down my back. It creeps softly over my skin. Knob by knob it traces the course of my spine, going lower and lower, towards a part of me that needs to be filled. I shiver. I plea with Daddy in my head. His grin widens. By drinking his semen I've obviated the need for language. Daddy and I are free of names or words. We can, like animal males, live by instinct and lust, free of the insanity of civilization. One finger goes down my buttcrack, probing the sweaty valley. The anticipation ... how I've longed for this.

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My father lustily caresses my ass. I'm wet back there, with sweat, wet like a pussy, so his progress is smooth as he moves downwards and deeper with agonizingly slow motions. Daddy's teasing me, like he did when I was a boy, but in a different fashion. Lower and lower, deeper and deeper. I have my father's fingers between my asscheeks. I'm encompassing them, and there's a rightness to this. Humans proscribe incest because they fear its power. My Dad's finger is almost there, almost to that spot, that place that now is more important to me than even my own cock. Clenched tight, it's the sealed portcullis into a castle of unearthly delights. I know he's wondering at the

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hairlessness there, the slick smoothness that he's caressing. In time, in time, I think. I'm not yet a real man. He touches my pucker. I arch my back, looking up at him, feeling Daddy's finger just about to touch my butthole, feeling his cock throb against my belly. The only guy who I'll let fuck me has to have a dick my size -- or bigger. I don't want this ... I need this.

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I pull out of his embrace. Water boils up around my feet as I race to the shore, next to the packs and bags we've dropped. I laugh, watching Daddy grin at me, then turn around and present my ass to him, bending over to spread my cheeks. The breeze cools the semen coating my belly, crotch, balls. I bend almost double, long hair falling into the lake. Looking back between my thighs I see his grin, his erection, his burning eyes. His hands are on his hips, and ropes of jism sway from his cock. I'm downwind of him, and I trip on his smell, the sex we're having, the love we're making.

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"You're hot, son," Daddy says. And he starts walking forward.

I've fantasized about a certain position, and I want Daddy to take me while I'm crouched in it. So like a quarterback I plant my right hand on the ground, squat

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down, rest my left forearm on my knee, and stare straight ahead. I don't know (or care) if I can stand the pounding Daddy will give out while I'm bent like this, but it satisfies the major requirement of this moment: Daddy can access my butthole. He comes up behind me, kicks a backpack aside. I purse my butthole at him. Daddy blocks the air that's been the only thing cooling the fire in my crack. I whimper. I know what's to come. There's no anticipation left, just the eternal moments that will pass until me and Daddy are one again. Daddy touches my crack. I shudder and moan. The anticipation stretches, and I breath the hot air in. The shimmering sun, the molten lake, the pines like whispering

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guardians -- days like today are axes upon which galaxies revolve. Daddy's finger plays with my hole -- moves slow over the corrugated surface, as if he's marveling at the tightness and heat of it. There's no hymen to break here; what'll be shattered is the stuff of needs, desires, poetry, far less substantial than anything physical but part of the basic urges that surge in living creatures.

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My world shrinks down to the need I feel between my legs, the very male demands lurking inside my asshole, the perverse desires that burn within a loving son's breast. Daddy's dick presses urgently between my cheeks. He wants this badly. This is the main course; our other orgasms were just appetizers, this is the prime evil that Daddy and I do. I close my eyes -- don't need sight anymore, just my butthole. Daddy's hands go to my hips. He's mounted me. I can feel his strength as he holds me. I'm a colt to his stallion. My dick slaps against my belly, pumping fluid. We moan, entranced and ensnared.

 

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[FONT=verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif](Sound artificial? Well, yes, kind of. He's a logician and so am I, so we're like that when we know the wording has to be careful in a conversation. Again, this story is true or not depending on what you want to believe.[/FONT][FONT=verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif]

As well as being a logician, I'm pretty skilled at putting aside emotions and getting to the heart of the matter. I wanted to be totally clear we were on the same page... and my heart was pounding and my mind was telling me not to be silly, that it was perfectly clear what he wanted and it was what I wanted too, just once... but I asked him anyway, what exactly he meant.

He was blunt - "I want us to blow each other, be naked, have sex, cum together, and so forth. I want to do this with you. I've watched videos so I know how to do it."

At that, I kind of cackled because it was such a silly and funny thing to say and it was just like my dad to say that. And I knew what we were going to do. I immediately stood up and let down the blinds over the window, then said, "Do you want it here or on your bed, or...?" [/FONT]

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He said, "my bed," where I had slept with my parents when I was too afraid to be alone... and now we were going to fuck in it. Here was where I kind of caught my breath and he looked worried.

"If you are really not sure about this, you need to say no now. You can say no at any point and we'll stop, but better now than halfway through."

"No, I want this. I've been thinking about it for like years now, and it's just crazy right now because I can't believe I'm getting this."

He told me he couldn't believe it either, and we both smiled and went to his bed, just across the hall (small house, one floor). Once there, I also pulled the blinds over the window and then we kind of looked at each other across the bed where he and my mother had no doubt fucked countless times... and she was out of the house all day, so we knew we wouldn't be interrupted if we really went along with this.

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[FONT=verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif]would be hard for him to do since he was overweight (I don't have a thing for large people at all, this was just my dad). I was fine with that so we took off our shirts, always looking at each other, and then I took off my pants and socks while he took longer. Both in our underwear, I decided to slowly strip my underwear, which he loved and said,

"I've dreamed about this so many times... I know I'd be called a pervert, but it's just something I can't control. I can't believe we're going to do this."

My cock came out of my underwear and something must have snapped in his head, because he just came right around the bed and pushed me onto it, face up, and buried his face in there. He didn't blow at first, but he got to that right away, and I loved it. Really, it was a blowjob like any other, but I watched it and it was MY DAD. Just unbelievable. He was pretty good at it too, surprisingly...

Then he took off his underwear and got on the bed with me too, and he was actually bigger than

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I had thought when seeing him semi-nude in the past. About 6 inches while I'm closer to 5.5. He laid back and I returned the favour. The head was really big and I just wrapped my tongue about it... again, thinking, this is my freaking dad! I have my father's cock in my mouth.

I blew him for a couple of minutes, and then he brought out the lube and condoms and we got right to it. I wasn't a virgin so I kind of gave him advice on how to go slow at first, porn doesn't really show that well but he had suspected so it was all good. I laid on my back and really splayed my legs and lifted up my butt so he could get in there... I didn't expect it, but seeing and feeling his big belly roll over my cock was a crazy turn-on.

He fucked me really slowly at first, gasping a bit and making me worry he was having trouble breathing. But he got it and then started really fucking me. Feeling this huge body moving over me and into and out of me was amazing. And over and over I kept thinking of this incredible fact: This is my dad I'm having sex with.

He came soon after, and I jacked off and came like 20 seconds later. We laid there for a bit and then talked about how we loved it... and he kind of looked at me slyly and said, "is this going to keep you home now?" [/FONT]

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[FONT=verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif]And we did, all while my mom lived there. If she ever finds out about it, she'd probably freak although she's the best mom a gay son could want... but we really had some close calls! [/FONT]


[FONT=verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Like one time dad and I were both in the living room and mom said she was going over to the neighbour's for a few minutes. So right when she left, we looked at each other and I immediately went down on him, in the armchair he was reading in while the huge window was open and the door was still ajar. He came in 5 minutes or so when I jacked him at the end, and then he had to hurry into the bathroom when I saw mom walking back up the sidewalk. Whoo. [/FONT]
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[FONT=verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif]really abandoned alley, parked, and I got on top of him in the driver's seat and let him fuck me. (We kept condoms in the van.)

Mostly we would fuck in my bedroom or his bedroom, nice and traditional whenever mom was out of the house, but we really loved those risky ones. One time I was blowing him at the computer, sitting under the desk while he watched porn, and suddenly he tapped my head really fast and sharply so I stopped, then he pushed me back into the wall under the computer. Then I realized he was talking to the neighbour through the window, had just barely seen him coming and then called out to him to talk through the window. They talked for like a minute before I said to myself, heck with this, and went on blowing him! Their conversation lasted 5 minutes! Quite a few times dad had to excuse his weird voice for a sore throat, hah...

And now I'm living away from him and barely see him anymore, but he can drive over sometimes. If my roommate's out, we definitely get up to stuff in my room. But it's very rare now, I'm so busy now, so I consider it mostly over. Sad. =(

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[FONT=verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif]or only partly false). They were retrieved from a public forum on gay incest and father-son [/FONT]
[FONT=verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif]relationship at the JustUsBoys.com discussion forum.[/FONT]
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http://www.justusboys.com/forum/showthread.php?t=118616&page=14

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[FONT=verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif]First off - yes, I am a new member. I've read the entire topic and I know first-posters are under certain suspicion, but a recent poster did bring up the good point that people with fewer posts probably are the ones sharing their true experiences while those with many are more likely making up some (though a few of those could still be true). [/FONT]


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[FONT=verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif]Yup... I have had sex with my dad, and it was a relationship that lasted maybe three months right before I moved out when I was 18. For a couple of years before that, I had moved into a fetish of watching incest porn, and while I'm into straight sex too, I'm primarily gay so the father-son incest really did it for me. Naturally I started thinking about my dad sexually, but I had read[/FONT]

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[FONT=verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif]about male homosexual psychology and how it was very common to have those feelings, as well as straight men for their mothers and so forth. So I stuck to jacking off and never made any moves on my dad.

Right near the end of my first year at university, I was coming home through the back door where the computer is, and there's a window right there so anyone at the computer can see anybody coming up the back stairs. Dad must have been a bit too engrossed in what was going on on the screen, of course, since he didn't notice me until I walked into the kitchen and started taking off my shoes.

He turned around and I was able to see the screen, which had a porn video on it. Straight as straight can be. He jumped a bit when he saw me, but he had all his clothes on, so I made it humorous and said I'd take off my shoes in the porch so he could finish watching.

I did that, and came back in and he was already logged out. He apologized and said that he had been searching for "red neon tubes" when he accidentally came across a porn site that specialized in coloured condoms lol. We had a laugh and then I went into my room... I wasn't too bothered or anything, but I was honestly glad to see him watching porn since I'm a healthy believer in sexual activity no matter your age.

In my room, I'm on my floor sorting through notes and stuff when he comes in and stands in the doorway. I thought he was feeling guilty, so I just told him what I thought in the above paragraph, and he appreciated that. Then he hesitated and said he wanted to tell me something... and it was right here when I simply realized what was going to happen. I knew he was going to ask something personal, sexual... I just KNEW he was going to ask if I wanted to have sex with him. [/FONT][FONT=verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif]
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[FONT=verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif]He didn't get to the point right away, but said first that he loved me very much and was proud of me for taking university, a job, and moving out all together and being in charge of my destiny when he and my mom had supported me all the way. He was glad to see me off, but wanted to have as few regrets as possible... and also reassured me that I could ignore him and we would never need to speak of it again. By now I had no doubt what he was going to ask. [/FONT]


[FONT=verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif]"[name], I'd like to have sex with you. Yes or no, or think about it, or never speak about it again. I'm your father and I respect you, and I want to experience this with you."[/FONT]

 

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The bear-cop was playing with Tommy's cute ass. But then he felt a searing burning and splitting

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sensation. He felt as if someone had forced a huge, red hot poker inside him. Tommy yelled in pain but the cops held him in place. "Keep sucking. Don't stop or we'll do worse to you", threatened the thin cop. Even though Tommy thought the pain in his ass was unbearable and felt like no other pain he had experienced before, he could feel his own dick had grown and was rigidly bouncing between his legs as he was being invaded from behind...




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Tommy's Only Crime Was That He Was Cute

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Tommy had recently run away from home. He was living on the city streets. He had found a lane way to live with a box becoming his new home. One night he turned into his lane way to sleep for the
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night and he found two policemen, their car parked at the other end of the lane. Tommy wondered what was going on as the cops approached him. "Now what's a cute boy like yourself doing out this late at night?", queried the large muscular cop with a beard. "I, I, I.." Tommy stammered. The words wouldn't come out of his mouth, he was dazed. Before he knew it, the other cop was at his side and had taken his arm. The big cop that reminded Tommy of a bear, was at his other side, his huge hand uncomfortably stroking Tommy's chest. "I think you just better do as we say", said the bear-cop. Tommy could feel the bear's hot breath against his cheek. They walked Tommy back a few steps and placed him on the bonnet of the patrol car. "Now, take off your clothes". Tommy was frightened and did as he was told.
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The cops' eyes lit up when Tommy removed his pants and they could see his dick. Each cop took hold of one of Tommy's legs and spread them wider across the bonnet. Then they clambered at his cock to get to suck it first. Tommy felt as if this was all a dream. He was still frightened so went with what was happening. Plus,the way in which the policemen were stimulating his dick sort of felt good. The thinner cop with a moustache moved up behind Tommy while the bear-cop flipped him over to his knees. "Now suck it", ordered the thin cop. Tommy found a long, thin hard cock staring him in the face. Hesitating at first he began sucking at the man's penis. The cop began to groan each time Tommy retracted his mouth along the shaft. It was then that Tommy noticed the tickling sensation around his ass hole.

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"Bloody hell," said the mailman. Then with a thought, he held up his cell phone and as it had a recording facility started to record the scene.
"What you doing?" asked the policeman.


"Well ... a crime has been committed. I thought you might like it recorded as evidence."


"Great idea" said the policeman. " I have a decent digital camera in the police car. I'll go and get it, " With that, he went back to his car.

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This left me more vulnerable than ever since the position of the policeman at least gave some small cover. The mailman was off to the side getting a better view to film.
This brought me out of the stupor - the humiliation of what was going on was almost too much to bear. And I didn't know how my life would ever be the same again, but as a once off incident I could try to forget it, but to have it all recorded, with every stage I think I was so humiliated nothing could make it worse, that I couldn't get any more embarrassed and yet it does.




"No! please....! " I called out, unable to bear the thought of someone saving this to replay over and over and who knows who would see it. Before I realised what I was doing, I heard someone speak. "I warned you." whispered Mr Jenkins.
I saw the policeman coming back up the drive, camera in hand filming already. He was keeping to the side making sure he didn't get in the shot of the phones camera.
"Please!?!" I begged, "please....."


He let go of my cock which sprung straight up and leaned away from my body.

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"No, " I hollered louder but still not shouting despite my terror.


I didn't want anyone to hear and involuntary my voice was fairly quiet as if my mind only wanted to whisper -- in case someone heard.


I started to struggled pulling at the cuffs maniacally, begging all the time,
"Please.. please.. please!" "I'll do anything", urgently pleading, I'll do anything to stop him from butt fucking me,"


"Anything?" he asked.


I saw the policeman now back in position filming away. I wondered if he or the mailman was aware they could just be about to film a brutal ass fucking rape.
"Anything... ," I implored, "anything."


"OK, last chance, any more complaints and any more refusals to anything I ask and that's it. You're last chance," he whispered to me.

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"You do everything I say or, not only will I fuck you arse until it bleeds, but I put the film all over the Internet and email a copy to all your family. "
The fear from his revelation was astounding but anything to avoid a fucking here on his front yard.


"Yes, " I answered urgently.


"All ok?" asked the police.


"Yes, but I'm not sure if I can feel around enough."


"Oh, " he replied.


"Yes, I think I'll have to try two fingers." My heart missed a beat. I desperately wanted to speak -- to plead with mercy, but as bad as it would be, the alternative was too terrible to contemplate, "You don't mind, do you?"


At first, I though he was asking the policeman, but then he nudged me and repeated his request.


I couldn't speak. It was one thing to allow this pervert who lives next door to me and whom I see everyday to fuck my arse with two fingers, but to be asked to agree to it, I didn't think I could do it.

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"Do you?" he repeated. I knew this was my only option, no matter how bad it was, was to agree to the alternative. It was unthinkable.
"Yes" I answered quietly as if I couldn't bring myself to talk loud enough to make it real.


"Sorry" he said, "a bit louder, ... so we can all hear."


"Yes, use two fingers. I don't mind." The other two looked on with glee for them both this was a green light to go on.


"More," he whispered again. I looked puzzled, "Please." he added. It took me a second to realise what he meant. "Please," I added. This got big smiles from the other two both rubbed there erect cocks through their trouser material.


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"No Mr. Jenkins," I yelled. I felt his long finger rub then push into me.


"Look at that! Serves him right for wearing those tight pants. This is what he'd hoped would happen all along. Yes, it was just a matter of time before he was punished and humiliated."


"Damn," the cop said, and I knew he could see my cock getting hard and pressing down between my spread thighs. Then I looked up and saw the mailman approaching.
Please no I thought these two were bad enough, I tried to turn round as much as possible to see his reaction he had a big smile in his face Unfortunately this turned my body round a bit and my neighbour got a great view of my now hard cock , "Well, isn't that a sight not only totally bare right on your front path but with a full stiffy too. I bet you've never been this embarrassed in your whole life."




Mortified I turned back but not before he put is hand out and brushed my hard cock"nice" he said, I felt revolted it was bad enough he got to see my hard cock but to get a quick feel was too much. "Bloody hell -- nice view," This was the mailman. I automatically turned round again the mailman was standing there with a major smile in his face. Here I was totally naked on the front yard legs spread my neighbour fucking my totally exposed and on view hole, while my erect cock was on view for all to see.


"What's going on here then?" he asked.



" I found this pervert totally naked on his front yard baring all for the world to see he obviously wants to be seen by everyone."


" No, it's all a mistake" I tried to interrupt but my neighbour pushed his finger in deeper and harder. My cock leapt and grew ever harder and it took my breath away.
"I tried to get him to cooperate and let him off but he refused to cooperate so will have to arrest him and take him down the station, this kind gentlemen is just helping me check for drugs. It may explain his behaviour."




The mailman watched on seeing me getting fucked up the arse by the finger of my neighbour knew it was certainly more than that. But it wasn't everyday you saw a good-looking jock butt naked with a major erection handcuffed and being finger-fucked basically on the sidewalk certainly visible from it. He wondered how many others would come by and see this, know it was too good an opportunity to miss he pulled out his mobile and called his mate who was delivering only a few streets away.





"Mate, you would not believe the view I've got here." he said, "Get over here right now." I heard him give my address I tried to turn round a bit more and Mr Jenkins turned with me still thrusting his finger in my hole. The policeman and the mailman now had an unobstructed view of my hard cock. I heard them both whistle with glee at the sight and I couldn't help but notice as I turned both had big tents it their slacks.


"Please!" I began. I was so embarrassed I felt I just wanted to drop dead on the spot but the feeling in my arse and groin was getting more arousing. I don't think my cock had ever been harder. I wasn't enjoying any part of this but all my body felt was the stimulation.

I tried to ask for help but my neighbour thrust his finger all the way in the got closer to my body, he reached round and grabbed hold of my cocks shaft.




That instantly shut me up even more that his finger in my arse to have my pervert neighbour grab fully hold off my erect cock was too embarrassing to bare, I thought I was going to faint this shock and disgust, until now I never realised such humiliation could ever happen I felt physically sick and only the powerful feelings in my arse and cock kept me from fainting.


"Any more complaints or calls for help and it won't be just my fingers up your tight arse.", he whispered into my ear, "And there won't be a thing you can do, " he continued. Suddenly I couldn't breath. There was no way I could have heard what I thought I did. The thought of this pervert actually ramming his cock up my arse was beyond imagining and here on totally public display. It was my worst nightmare never including anything as horrifying as this. I actually started to pass out with the horror and shock.




Suddenly Mr Jenkins gave a hard thrust of my cock. It was incredibly sensitive -- totally betraying my humiliation and was enough to bring me to my sense.
"Take all we give to you and I promise I won't fuck you here on the sidewalk. "
I paused totally unable to comprehend. I paused not knowing what to do or say.
As I had paused half turned, I was giving the others a great view of Mr Jenkins wanking my cock. However, I was totally oblivious to this as I was still in totally shock not knowing what to do.

 

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"So, you proud of your body? Is that why you want folks to look at you?"


"No!"

"You look like you're in great shape, but it don't mean you can go around exposing yourself in public."

"I wasn't...I was in the car...the door opened, accidentally."

"Yeah?" The cop walked toward me and reached around me to try the door handle.
"Looks OK."

"Please, sir. I wasn't. I'm really shy. I just want to put something on."

The officer laughed then rubbed his square jaw as he looked me up and down again.
"Well, if you're really shy, you'd be embarrassed if I made you put your hands behind your head." "Of course."

"O.K., if I believe you're really shy I won't take you in. So, hands behind your head."
"Sir? I...I can't."

"You want to be arrested?"



"No, but..."


"Then do it."


He looked at me with his big, hairy arms crossed over his barrel chest. I glanced over at Mr. Jenkins who was staring at me with a little grin of anticipation on his face.
"Please, sir. Not all bare."


"But you are all bare. It's this or jail. And if it's jail, more than me and your neighbour will see what you're hiding there."


"Does he have to stay?" I asked.


"That's it, you're coming with me."


The cop grabbed my arm and pulled me toward him. In doing so, my bare d behind was completely exposed to Mr. Jenkins. The officer pushed me against my car and forced my arms back so he could handcuff me. Then he rudely spun me around till I was face to face with my neighbour. Both men stared between my legs and there was nothing I could do to cover myself. I felt my face flush red.


"How does it feel?" the cop asked. "No privacy. Everything on display for me and your neighbour here." "He was always walking around in skimpy shorts," Jenkins said. "It was just a matter of time before it fell out or he ripped the back open. Sooner or later I knew I would see it--only I didn't know I'd get to see so much of it."


"Yeah," the cop laughed. "He's what you'd call very healthy."



Jenkins laughed too.
"Please," I said.


"I know what would shame him even more. He's always wearing tight jeans that cling to his ass like a skin. I think it would be appropriate to make him bare that too. The cheeks, and what's in between too." The officer looked at me. "I ain't allowed to do a cavity search."


"I could be your witness," Jenkins said." At least make him bare it."
"Yeah, couldn't hurt to take a look." He turned me around and pushed me face down over the hood of my car.


"There's that ass he's so proud of," Jenkins said." Look at the way he pushes it out like he wants you to look at it."


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"Pipe down and spread 'em," the officer said. "Wider!"

I did and I knew they were both squatting down behind me.

The officer whistled. "Damn, that's private! I never done one of these before. Must be fuckin' embarrassing. "

"Yes, he's so vulnerable and exposed," Jenkins said. Just then I felt a hand on me.
"Think I should?"

"Go ahead...just a little."

"Just the tip?...Damn, I never felt something like that before. Damn, touching another guy's hole and he can't do a fucking thing about it."

"Let me."

 

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This original story was first distributed on the Yahoo group [Public Naked Guys] by Jason

Mr. Jenkins, my neighbour, came over to me while I was washing my car. I was wearing my thinnest

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and skimpiest cotton running shorts and nothing else--no shoes or shirt. I noticed he looked at my crotch several times. Before he left, he tugged on the leg opening of myshorts exposing my dark pubes. "These are soaked through," he said, "Better take them off before you catch cold."


With that, he smirked and walked back to his house. I was shaking and when I looked up I saw his face in the window, peering at me. I got into my car, removed my shorts and held them out the car window. I wrung out the water which spilled onto my driveway. Then, Jenkins came back outside.

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I squeezed the water out of my shorts one final time when I looked up to see Mr. Jenkins, my neighbour, descend his stairs and walk toward my car. I pulled my shorts back through the driver's side window and over my naked crotch just moments before he stuck his head in through the open window.

"I'm doing laundry," he said. "I'll throw those in the dryer for you."
I grabbed his wrist but not before he grabbed hold of the waistband of my still damp shorts.

"No," Mr. Jenkins, "I'll be fine!" I said, but his grip was strong. Before I could stop him, he pulled my shorts toward him almost completely exposing my bare dick and balls to his close scrutiny. As it was, my dark pubes and the base of my dick were stripped and plainly visible in the strong sunlight.

"Just let me have them," he said, breathless. "It's not a bother at all!" As we struggled, his hand brushed my hairy thigh and came closer and closer to touching fully my yet barely covered bulge. I braced my weight against the car door for support but did not realize that I had not closed it all the way. When he pulled one last time, the shorts came away in his hand and I fell out the door onto my driveway naked at the feet of my horny old neighbour.

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"Oh, my!!" he cried, before I could fully cover my privates. "All bare in the street--completely bare." "My shorts!" I begged, holding up one hand. He smiled. "First," he said, "stand up and ask politely." I made a grab for my shorts but he pulled them up and away in time. He smiled because my sudden movement caused me to inadvertently show off the furthest extent of my manhood. I blushed as he dangled the shorts over my head like a dog.

Just then, I heard a car horn.

I looked up to see a police car in front of my house. Here I was, naked on the ground in the middle of the day at the feet of my neighbour, Mr. Jenkins, who had been dangling my wet shorts in front of me in an attempt to further expose and shame me.
The middle-aged cop got out of the car and walked toward us.

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"Stand up," he said.

"Sir, I.."

"I said up."

I stood with my hands in front of my privates and my back against my car so Mr. Jenkins could not steal a glimpse of my naked rear end.

"What are you doing without your clothes on?" The cop asked.

"I was washing my car and..."

"He had removed his wet shorts in the car and I was about to take
these in to dry them when you showed up." Mr. Jenkins smiled at the officer.
The beefy, older cop gave me the once over then smiled.

"If you wanted him to dry your shorts, you could have put something else on first. I mean, Christ, look at you!"

"I was just wringing them out."

 

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I was totally shocked. I wanted to cry how could my parents accept this. Then I took a quick glance at them and saw how humiliated they were. I suppose not only to have me go away for a while, but if they thought that I could end up doing this again, then this could cure me. I suppose they had no choice. At least it was only a weekend and what else could they do, they can's humiliate me any more I thought, only a weekend I thought.

"Yes, he continued we start with a weekend or two." Two? I thought, horrified. "Then if no cure a week maybe two." Two weeks! I almost cried. He turned to my parents. "Don't worry, we won't give up on him until we think he's ready. It may take years, so you had best be prepared," he told them , as we started to get out his handcuffs, and said quietly, "Just for the looks of the things, we want the locals to know the situation will be dealt with, don't we?" He again handcuffed me. With that, he started walking me to his car. He must have moved when I was spaced out. It was actually now in the next street so I was walked slowly past the whole neighbourhood - still naked -- still totally erect.

Still with this dildo stuck firmly up my arse. The police officer sat me in the back of the patrol car, still handcuffed, dildo moving further up my arse.

I knew I was trapped and had no choice. I had mentally decided to agree with all their demands, I recalled the locals that were wanting me: the college kid, my nephew, even Mr. Jenkins -- everything but take a cock up the arse. There was no way I would ever allow that. I decided they could expose me to the whole nation if they want, but I thought not that - being dildo up the arse in front of dozens of people in public.

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With that the car door opened, and Mr Jenkins got in. I looked at him, shocked.

"Looking forward to this weekend?" he asked. My mouth gaped open. Over the next few weeks and months I was used and abused both publicly and privately more than I could have imagined -- by locals, by relations and by total strangers. But kept to my vow of no cock fucking, then after I had realised all had seen the the footage of the national exposure I was receiving including the not-so-blurred news shots to the nation, the freeze frames not blurred, a copy of the 10 sec totally unblurred and even a late night cable porn show who showed it uncut in its entirity including me shooting my load to the nation, never mind the various web sites, and of course, they had a lot of new and even more humiliating evidence now, also on these sites of my new and public humiliations, including dildoing and piss play, bondage and whips and eventually I was arse-licking and cocksucking both privately with various people but also the public "treatment".

I started to realize what was the point of agreeing to what I was doing: it was only to prevent exposure. But if I was already exposed, I might as well let them do as they wished. From then on, I was shown the footage of the cock fucking me and I was asked if I wanted this to get the same exposure, I had no choice to relent. However, they only agreed to this being kept secret if I broke my vow. I had no choice and a new round of humiliations started, of course. They did let my various blackmailers know this new development and it wasn't long till my young cousin among many others was my fucking my arse.

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Thank heaven, they did keep it off of the web, -- well for a while anyway, until they brought me a gay porn DVD. It was starring me, being fucked, bouncing up and down on hard cocks and being spit-roasted in such locations as train stations, on trains, on streets, at public sex shows,in department stores, at local and national famous sites and tourist spots as well as outside various buildings of repute. This DVD had become the biggest selling gay porn video of all time, but by this time it didn't seemed to matter I had actually started to enjoy it. So rather than curing me, this "treatment" seemed to reach in and bring out my exhibitionist side. By this point, I was coming up with better ideas than any of them.

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The next scene did almost cause me have a have a heart attack. There at the bottom of the drive just a foot away were my family, my mother and father with my elder bother and younger brother and

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sister, older brother also filming away. Behind them my uncle and aunt whom they had met at the school and invited over for tea along with three nephews two of which filming me - one I knew had lusted after me for years cousin or not. But worse was my grandmother and grandfather who regularly come over after the youngsters got out of school were staring mouths open at the site.

I let go of the dildo which stayed embedded in my arse and my cock which stood tall and proud I opened my mouth to speak not knowing what i was going to say when my cock, sprang to life, no longer wanking it was totally exposed the humiliation so great and the degradation so complete that it actually vanished it had got to much for my brain to cope with, without my humiliation preventing me from cumming, it now took this moment to explode, 1, 2 ,3 ,4 5 bursts of cum shot straight in the air and landed on my face and even one in my mouth i groaned with please at this eventual release.

Automatic body responses took over and I grabbed my cock and and stroked it 6,7,8, more cum flew out now landing on my chest i was now moaning loudly "yes yes oh fucking yes" I yelled out 9 ,10

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shots the last of my cum emptying my sacks flew straight up and back down on my still hard cock so that as i continued to stroke i was now rubbing my cum into my shaft. This footage also made it on the news. They may not of been able to show me actually ejaculating although a few of the unblurred frames were enjoyed by many, but as the cum left the blurred area of my groin it was clearly visible as the cum landed on my face chest and mouth.

My orgasm subsiding, I let got of my cock and looked at my family. I had no idea what to say or do and just lay there naked legs still spread wide, arse full of dildo and cock still standing straight up -- like a proud flag pole.

It was almost a relief when someone took my hand it was the policeman. "Now sir," he said, "what have we been up to?" I looked into his eyes. I could see the threat in his look. I knew it was no good saying anything. No one would probably believe me and it was almost certainly in my best interest to cooperate with him. Whatever lay in store for me legally would probably go easier if I had him on side. He pulled me off the bonnet and on my feet I was now on the sidewalk -- a fact not unnoticed by many including me. I went to cover my cock but he pulled on my arm, obviously my humiliation hadn't quite finished. He took me round in a circle to be in front of my parents due to how full the sidewalk was. I was now standing in the road stark naked still erect cum with strings of sperm hanging out the end of my cock whilst cum slowly ran down my face and chest. The dildo still sticking almost forgotten out of my arse.

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Anyone who hadn't got a good shot before due to distance or the busy road now had great unobstructed view of all of me. "Is this yours," he asked my parents. 'Yep', nodded my elder brother and my gay nephew laughed out loud. They just nodded unable to speak.

"Do you realise how many people have just witnessed this unspeakable act. To emphasize the point, he slowly turned me around so everyone got a full view of every side, my cock still sticking out as if proud.

"We need to talk," he said and took my parents and grandparents slightly to the side. This left me alone and naked in the middle of the street. A few people approached me. Mr Jenkins was the first -- he accidentally brushed his hand over my still hard cock.

"Great footage," he whispered, "do you want it going on the web?" he asked. "Do you realise how many sites and poofs could see this?" I shook my head.

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"We'll meet soon and I'll tell you my price." I knew the chance was he would publish it anyway but knew I had no choice. About half dozen people came up to me, most gave a passing stroke to my cock or grabbed my arse. All were basically blackmailing me to obey. It seemed pointless to disagree as it was no point. If I even refused one, it would go world wide. Besides all of these people had seen everything, so there wasn't much else, I thought, they could get me to do, or so I thought, among the others included the gay college writer, and my nephew, even my older brother seemed to be about to approach me. Maybe it was my imagination or maybe he was going to wait until we were alone, and as others looked on I wondered how many would approach me later.

The police man came back with my parents, saying "right lad, we have come to an agreement." My heart leapt: was I to get out of this without any more exposure not knowing about the local news man yet? There was a lot of people here and a few favours now to pay but it was only a couple of streets I could live with that. "We have decided not to have you arrested." Obviously I was correct about not dropping the policeman in it.

"We have decided you need help; my brother runs a kind of health farm -- a weekend retreat." I started to get worried again. "He works with obsessive people who want too much or go too far." I looked at him blankly. "Basically to cure them, he gives them what they want in abundance. If it's chocolate, then they get it every meal, if it's a cleaning obsession, we don't let them stop." I still didn't understand what he was getting at. "It seems with you it's public exposure and sexual humiliation." My jaw dropped. "So he will expose you and try to humiliate you until it is so extreme even you will be embarrassed, and then you will be cured."

 

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I started moaning louder trying to block them out "yes yes yes. " I called out loud as these voices got louder and my inner voice was now yelling. Suddenly a bolt of horror struck me -- 'voices'. I tried not to think what that could mean, was I ignoring another instruction from Mr Jenkins, but no, it seemed louder and more urgent, not wishing reality to break in to much I slowly opened my eyes and almost died of shock.

There lined up almost all the way down the street was about 50 or 100 local residents -- all staring at me. The whole of the neighbourhood was watching as I lay there totally naked wanking my hard cock whilst fucking myself up the arse for all to see -- one of the hottest studs in the neighbourhood.

I was in total shock looking at all these locals most of which I recognized - if not knew by name. And as I looked around then i just kept on wanking and thrusting, unable to believe what my eyes were showing me. Time seemed to freeze but, in those few seconds, I couldn't help but take in a few startling facts.

First, not only was over a hundred locals seeing this, of all ages but most seemed to have some kind of recording device. There was mobile phones, still cameras, movies recording of all kinds - all pointed at me. Most people were just staring in shock, but a large number knowing this was unique event being witnessed a local jock totally debasing himself like this was too good a show not to record for prosperity.

In the first few horrifying second or two, I took in lot of detail first was Mr Jenkins still there -- in a

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prime filming position with a massive smirk on his face. He must have seen the time, or maybe the first of the locals arriving, maybe it was all set up from the start.

Next was the young camp lad from two doors down . Outwardly gay and a budding journalist, he wrote for the local college rag, not only was there a hard copy for sale but also a web page, it was rumoured there was a hidden part of the site accessible only to those who know its location and passwords but containing a lot of stolen photos and hidden footage of local lads naked. I didn't know it yet but this footage was going to be the main attraction for a long time.

Not only that but Mr Jenkins being a member of this site over time uploaded a lot of the other footage, being careful that no one other me and him were seen or at least the others were blurred to protect their identity, eventually uploading my actual rape for the local perverts to wank over and download.

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Also a gay couple from down the road I had seen them looking me and and down loads of times, they were always wishing to see more of me, but never in their deepest fantasies would they have imagined witnessing this. Someone who I didn't see but was also there was the bloke from over the road who worked at the local news station. He wasn't a cameraman, but they did do local interest stories and he was filming me! I was yet to find out but this footage was to be played into millions of homes. In general, most of the footage shown of course was blurred but it showed most of my naked body including my face, it also gave my name and street, and although blurred you could see exactly what i was doing including the end of the dildo and I thrust it in and out and could hear my moans of pleasure.

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There were also some complaints as in a couple of areas the blurring wasn't really enough. On some late night editions, although blurred technically, you could clearly see me wanking my hard cock not, only this but a lot of areas technical experts made sure there was a few frames left un-blurred. They were not enough for the naked eye to realise but the brain saw them any way. Also thousands of gay and perverted blokes who went threw it frame by frame (and info to do this was on many gay web sites) got clear and unblurred vison of me holding my hard cock whilst my arsehole stuffed full of dildo there on they're tv screens. Also in one area which caused many complaints actually due to a real fault showed the scene a full 10 seconds unblurred to the audience until the apologetic newsreader turned it off and apologised, but not before thousands saw me wanking my hard cock and fucking my arse over they're supper. This film was to make him a lot of money selling the footage to various local and even national TV stations. He even had requests from abroad, but then many others were to sell their own copies.