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Monday, January 09, 2017

[thorngay] Sagging + A guy in the clearing (story) by Thorn



Have u sagged? Was it good? What happened?

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Thorn
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A guy in the clearing




An original story by Thorn (distributed on Thorngay Yahoo Groups to all members)

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and I didn't want to be stuck in my apartment. So I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, grabbed the car keys and headed out to a forest walk just out of town.

I often went there in nice weather and caught a bit of sunshine. Although it was close to town It was very quiet and I would take my shirt off walk around for a bit in just my shorts, but usually, before long, I would get so horny the shorts would come off too... at least if I was reasonably sure there was no-one around. I just love the feeling of the sun and the breeze wafting on my naked skin.

 

I arrived, parked the car and walked into the woods. It was a beautiful summer's day with just the distant buzz of insects going about the their business and the occasional chirp of birds.

I walked in some distance into the forest and didn't see a soul. By now my T-shirt was off and I was wearing just my shorts and feeling quite horny. I was looking forward to the usual routine of losing the shorts, getting really horny with being naked and the danger of being seen, then wanking off in a glorious frenzy,

 
I reached my favorite clearing where the shorts usually come off and I was starting to slide them down, when I realized I had company.

There was a figure lying on the ground. All I could see were naked knees pointing skyward out of the long grass. 




There was a ridge up to the right and I realized I could get up through the undergrowth and get a better look. As I climbed up to higher ground I could not believe my eyes. It was a young lad, about my own age I would guess and he was quite clearly wanking although I couldn't yet see his whole body. The arm was moving rhythmically and his T-shirt and possibly his shorts were lying beside him.

My heart pounding and moving as quietly as I could I crept up to a higher position where I could see more clearly. Sure enough he was working it hard and it looked just beautiful. He was about 19 or 20 years old I guess. Slim but not too skinny, with dirty blond hair. Beautiful. I crept closer, now with my shorts round my knees, wanking as I watched this guy rhythmically pumping his rock hard, beautiful dick.



I decided to crawl forwards to get closer to the action. Then, horror, I knelt on the inevitable twig which snapped with a loud crack.The guy stopped wanking immediately and sat up, looking around. He must have spotted me as I was now only about 20 feet away and instinctively reached for his clothes. I decided to go for broke and stood up, with my shorts around my knees still wanking and said. "No, don't stop, I'll come and join you".


  

Without waiting for a response I walked over and lay down beside him. Still wanking. He reached out and grabbed my dick and started to wank me, I grabbed his. We lay there for some 20 minutes saying nothing but just wanking and exploring each other's bodies with our hands. Then it was clear that he was about to cum. I was ready too and we both exploded over each other and the surrounding grass, with happy contented moans.

Walks in the woods were not so solitary in the future and with Stephen there, we both encouraged each other to try more and more daring locations for our exploits.

Thorn



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Sunday, January 08, 2017

Hostel stays: Fond memories of male nudity among strangers


For those who are interested, here are our members' memories of youth hostelling, and the joys of naked boys on road or rail trips.

Note from Kelly (sunbuns), blog editor: The stories below are from email group exchanges on the YMNA, Young Men's Nudist Association, a Google group.  The longest ones are written by David or atitlan, moderator of the group. I also have written many times about this topic, and find the situations one encounters in hostels to be wonderful ways to get to know people and find out things about oneself in the process. ]



If you wanted to travel when I was a teenager, it was either unaffordable - and lonely - hotel rooms or it was youth hostels, which were cheap and always had people to talk to. I stayed in numerous youth hostels in Britain, Germany, Austria, Italy and Israel. No two were alike. They might be a 16-bedded farmhouse in the middle of nowhere or a huge city building with dorms each holding 100. A hot shower was a luxury only some offered; at other hostels it might be a cold-water morning wash from a basin. There were chores to be done. At one mountain hostel I had to go out and gather wood so in the evening we could huddle around a welcome fire with only gas lanterns to take us to bed.

A real feeling of camaraderie could build up. Strangers became fast friends, particularly if they met up again at another hostel later on. When I was 17, I hitch-hiked up to Scotland and found myself constantly bumping into a handsome dark-haired French lad of the same age. His name was Thierry and he wanted to be a brain surgeon. One evening I persuaded him and a girl to go for a walk in the forest outside our Scottish castle hostel. I still remember the intense look he gave me and the feeling of his hand on my shoulder but we were not alone, nothing happened and we never met again.

I am not sure why you were told all Americans slept nude because that was not my experience of Americans in youth hostels. I slept nude and so did some of the others in the male dorms but most seemed to wear what we in Britain call y-fronts. These did not hide much when it was time to get up, with morning erections producing tent poles. Lying on a bottom bunk, I would find it difficult not to laugh when the top bunk occupant clambered down, his tented underwear only inches from my face. I always preferred the top bunk to sleep naked.......


The oddest thing about the dorms was the casual nudity. Because we as strangers got to know each other so quickly, we would carry on conversations in the dorm. I remember in Italy a young cyclist with a pleasant but not handsome face getting undressed while talking to me, only for this ugly duckling to turn into a swan. He was hiding a spectacular swimmer's muscled physique. He then stood there naked and full-frontal until he had finished what he wanted to tell me.


My most eye-popping experience of youth hostel nudity came when I was backpacking around Israel.  I was staying next to the Dead Sea, alone in a long line of
inter-connected communal showers after a sticky day on a bus through the West Bank. Suddenly the shower room was invaded by a dozen American 16 year-olds looking very fit in their white towels. These were quickly discarded and it became clear they were far more dirty than me, covered in mud from a caving expedition. They were full of excited chatter about the events of the day. I was unsure where to look. With difficulty, I averted my gaze and got back to washing myself. Until that is I was aware of three of them crowding around and almost touching me. Please could I tell them how to turn the showers on, they had never seen a faucet like these. So I had to give them a demonstration. A testing time!

The attached pictures try to convey some of this. A few of the hostels could be old and basic, like the first photo, others might be more comfortable like the second.



The third image illustrates the camaaderie. The fourth an impression of what it was like huddled together in those open showers.
atitlan

On Wed, 13 Apr 2011 22:03 +0200, "Fred Stein" <fredstein3@hotmail.com> wrote:

Bring back happy memories. I was very young in the early 70´s - before the interail - lifting around Europe - living in Youth Hostels! In a way when the world still was innocent for a young man. Think of some stories but probably a bit off-topic - f.i. how I was taught that all Americans sleep nude (at the Youth Hostel in Hannover) .... I would love to hear stories from your days meeting guys a bit more simple as today...
Sorry for my English - not my native language ....



  Same experience here, Atitlan. I traveled much of Europe via International Youth Hostel Association. In more cases than not, the hostels were reasonably modern with large dorm areas -- a dozen or more sleeping areas in a room. Even those which were older, and re-structured from former usages (large homes, etc.) had shared accommodation with "total strangers". Nudity -- and by that, I mean, non-sexual and comfortable nudity -- was common: changing clothing, sleeping, showering and traveling to-from the showers. Conversations like, "I have 60 Swedish kroner. They're worth just a little more than a French franc. I'm leaving early in the morning on the ferry and won't be able to get to a bank. Do you have enough francs to exchange for me?" were conducted nude, and the exchange made.
Admittedly, this was in the 1960's and 70's. It was definitely a "different time" from today's common "shame in nudity".
Alic

---------- Another Forwarded response to the above messages ----------

Well, thank you Fred! For those who are interested, here is my memory of youth hostelling.
If you wanted to travel when I was a teenager, it was either unaffordable - and lonely - hotel rooms or it was youth hostels, which were cheap and always had people to talk to. I stayed in numerous youth hostels in Britain, Germany, Austria, Italy and Israel. No two were alike. They might be a 16-bedded farmhouse in the middle of nowhere or a huge city building with dorms each holding 100. A hot shower was a luxury only some offered; at other hostels it might be a cold-water morning wash from a basin. There were chores to be done. At one mountain hostel I had to go out and gather wood so in the evening we could huddle around a welcome fire with only gas lanterns to take us to bed.

A real feeling of camaraderie could build up. Strangers became fast friends, particularly if they met up again at another hostel later on. When I was 17, I hitch-hiked up to Scotland and found myself constantly bumping into a handsome dark-haired French lad of the same age. His name was Thierry and he wanted to be a brain surgeon. One evening I persuaded him and a girl to go for a walk in the forest outside our Scottish castle hostel. I still remember the intense look he gave me and the feeling of his hand on my shoulder but we were not alone, nothing happened and we never met again.


I am not sure why you were told all Americans slept nude because that was not my experience of Americans in youth hostels. I slept nude and so did some of the others in the male dorms but most seemed to wear what we in Britain call y-fronts. These did not hide much when it was time to get up, with morning erections producing tent poles. Lying on a bottom bunk, I would find it difficult not to laugh when the top bunk occupant clambered down, his tented underwear only inches from my face. I always preferred the top bunk to sleep naked.......



The oddest thing about the dorms was the casual nudity. Because we as strangers got to know each other so quickly, we would carry on conversations in the dorm. I remember in Italy a young cyclist with a pleasant but not handsome face getting undressed while talking to me, only for this ugly duckling to turn into a swan. He was hiding a spectacular swimmer's muscled physique. He then stood there naked and full-frontal until he had finished what he wanted to tell me.



My most eye-popping experience of youth hostel nudity came when I was backpacking around Israel. I was staying next to the Dead Sea, alone in a long line of
inter-connected communal showers after a sticky day on a bus through the West Bank. Suddenly the shower room was invaded by a dozen American 16 year-olds looking very fit in their white towels. These were quickly discarded and it became clear they were far more dirty than me, covered in mud from a caving expedition. They were full of excited chatter about the events of the day. I was unsure where to look. With difficulty, I averted my gaze and got back to washing myself. Until that is I was aware of three of them crowding around and almost touching me. Please could I tell them how to turn the showers on, they had never seen a faucet like these. So I had to give them a demonstration. A testing time!  [The photo above is one this blog's author.]

The attached pictures try to convey some of this. A few of the hostels could be old and basic, like the first photo, others might be more comfortable like the second. The third image illustrates the camaraderie. The fourth an impression of what it was like huddled together in those open showers.

Stay bare
atitlan



Friday, January 06, 2017

Sex visit to a gay sauna in Tokyo: 24 Kaikan Shinjuku


Note: Photo above has nothing to do with this post - I just liked it it reminds me of me (when I was a
bit younger talking with friend on a gay nude beach, Black's Beach, San Diego) -- often the naked person looks so dour and serious. This guy is certainly enjoying himself and even (perhaps - although I never would) forgetting the fact that he's unclothed in front of his clothed buddy. I hope you can share the laugh, too.



     I recently went to 24 Kaikan in Shinjuku (Tokyo) yesterday afternoon and stayed to nearly midnight. I guess there were lots of guys out because it always gets festive and a bit wild around a Japanese holiday (it's not a holiday - but feels like one since the new fiscal year (new work year (and new employees) and schools start their academic years this week).

 So a even an natural event like cherry blossoms being in full bloom prompts an activity known as 'hanami' or 'sakura-viewing' (cherry blossom viewing) and that's a good excuse for people to stroll under them - day and night - and also have picnics under or near the cherry trees where there is always alcoholic drinking as part of the festivities.
[Photo just above is one of this blog's author.]

I guess too the warmer weather makes everyone hornier because hormones are flowing. Note: When I was out with my friend, Mogi, on Saturday for 'hanami', I can't tell you have many stiff semi erect cocks I saw in guys' pants as we strolled along the sidewalks or made our way through the crowds of weekend shoppers. I just KNEW something was in the air!


      When I arrived at 24 Kaikan, I changed and got naked and proceeded to lay out on the roof top of the 7 story building. It is a sundeck and there is a partially enclosed shower stall. You are not supposed to be naked there (posted NO FULL NUDITY).. but I always try to do so -- perhaps clandestinely - but no always discreetly (LOL). There was not any action there - but for me, being naked in public always stimulates my hormones and makes what it better once I descend to the lower floors in search of raw sex with horny
Japanese men. One older European man did come up to the roof, and oggled me while I showered naked, but he didn't linger. Knowing that I can be spied on by people (men) in the surrounding buildings is certainly stimulating. I did get involved in a 4-5 person orgy and ended up fucking the ass of two different guys who wanted as many cocks up their butts as possible.

      One of the guys watching me plow their assholes was a younger Japanese guy who let me clutch his hand while he bent over behind me and looked at my cock stuffing the guy's anus.

Later, while I was getting sucked while standing beside of the bunk beds by a 30-something Japanese dude I have 'encountered' several times at 24K, that same young guy who watched the butt-fucking. He let me kiss him and grope him so he and I ended up climbing into the top bunk and having a long and intense session. He loved being rimmed and having his hole fingered. Eventually, he came with me stuffing fingers up his ass.




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Kelly (sunbuns)