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Naked Camping for Gay Men

Camping in Hawaii

I'll be camping Dec 25-31 just near this place (taken last year). I sometimes wear my shorty board shorts while out on the rocky black lava shore of Puna, Big Island Hawaii. You can see that I am freeballing (and later got naked too).

I know it's not authentic.. but the photo reminds of those days when I used to go camping and also staying at summer camp. They look like they are probably freeballing.

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If you have that long a time to spend, you'll probably be able to do the same on the Hawaiian islands -- it's a little known fact that there are quite a few county and state parks, in addition there is one National Park (Volcanoes NP) that have camp sites. None of those are officially (or even unofficially nude) -- but it never stops me if there's nobody around from getting that way. Still, the public park campgrounds supposedly require a permit - but in reality, I doubt that many people get one. As long as you don't camp too long in one spot, no one is likely to check up on you -- although technically they could and would if you tried camping on Oahu's Waikiki beaches or Kona's beaches on the west (and more touristy) side of the Big Island. Although if you don't put up a tent, you could probably get away with it on Diamond Head beach (past Waikiki) -- if you get up in the hill side nooks and crannies.

Of course, you have to watch out for the guys cruising for sex up there too [you'd not doubt be targeted]. But if there are two of you hooked together in one sleeping, they'll probably figure it best to

leave you alone. There will also be plenty of places on the Big Island where you can camp on private property (if you not TOO noisy during the night[smile]). Now that gets the imagination going - fo'sure! -- I can just imagine what that Aussie dude was thinking because I know I would get turned on by the sounds of passion -- whoever it was going at it in the tent next door!

Naked Camping 

Camping, hiking, outdoor recreation are my favorities (along with scuba diving) so freeballing goes without saying. When I can, I also get naked too -- even when it's not a nudist camp. Fife's Ranch on the Russian River is a great place for that - except for holidays and the weekends, it's not too crowded and there is always 'space' to get naked down on the river itself. Some of the hot springs mentioned above would be great places too. I've been a couple of times to places in California and also in Oregon. Even skinnydipped at Yosemite in crowded mid-summer season one year. I hope to go nude hiking and camping in the Anza-Borrego State Park in San Diego County this winter and again in the spring.

Camping has such a special meaning for me because it was really while camping or at summer camp that I got to see guys my age and also older (like the adults and camp counselor) naked but it was the wholesome, good-natured expression of fun, self-confidence with one's body, and being close to other guys that was the most significant. I guess some of them were freeballing too but I don't really remember focusing on that fact.

 It was the skinny dipping, or changing in the tent or cabins, getting ready for bed, and sometime sleeping nude next to your buddies -- those were times that made indelible memories for me that I remember fondly. I am going camping in the desert of Southern Calif just before Christmas and will also be on the Big Island for camping -- both of which will be mostly nude.

I used to have some land (an acre) near Pahoa which is partly wooded and the nearest neighbors are few so that I could get nude while camping there -- we'll be there the week after Xmas. Kehena Black Sands beach is not far away -- so it is a nude mixed beach --- with a lot of people there on the weekends -- and some cool dudes who love to bodysurf naked. Just up the road is Kalani resort where I sometimes camp out.. it's not nude camping, but the pool area is clothing-optional after 3pm. So it's pretty cool. This photo reminds me of my own teenage camping trips. I guess I 'm sort of trying to relive them when I go camping now...

Coach's Office by Roy

 First published on April 20th, 2008 at 03:03 PM 

Coach's Office By Roy

(original story formerly available on BadPuppy; photos were added separately by the blog author.)


The mid-afternoon sun was beating down on my back the duration of football practice, and I was in no mood for Coach Smith's continued yelling about my slacking off today. He finally crossed my last nerve and I told him I was doing the best I could. He stormed up to me and said that he was sure he could adjust my attitude. He ordered me to run 10 extra laps at the end of practice. By the time I finished the extra laps, the rest of the team had already left.




The locker room was empty. My shoes made a clicking sound on the tile floor as I crossed the locker room towards Coach Smith's office. I nervously knocked on the wooden door, the sound filled the locker room. From behind the door, I heard the power in Coach Smith's voice as he ordered me into his office. "It took you long enough to finish those laps", he barked. The anger in his voice caused me to fear this man for the first time. "I am sorry for the trouble I caused today, Sir", I meekly replied. " Oh, you will be sorry, young man", Coach Smith said in a low angry voice.


He slowly opened the top left drawer of his disk. He removed a large clear Plexiglass paddle. As he swung the paddle back and forth, the air whistled through the holes that had been drilled in the paddle. With each swing, I began to sweat. He then removed a well worn leather batter's glove, he slowly put his large hand in the glove, adjusting the fit until the leather was like a second skin on his large hand. He slowly walked around his desk and went to the door and turned the lock. The sound of the lock filled the empty locker room and filled me with a feeling of anticipation.


Coach Smith stood behind me and placed his massive hands on my shoulders, "It's time we started with your attitude adjustment, young man", he said. He ordered me to stand with my hands on his desk, "You must be kidding" I asked. "Either do as I say or you're off the team" he barked back. I slowly stood He jerked back the wooden chair that I had been sitting on. I bent over, placing my hands on the desk. Coach Smith rubbed the Plexiglas paddle over the center of my ass. I heard the air whistle as Coach Smith took the paddle back, the anticipation of the blow filled me with strange sensations; both of tread and excitement. Coach Smith lingered with the return blow, he seemed to sense my anticipation. He said nothing as his powerful arm brought the paddle down against my upturned ass. Even with my practice pants on , the blow sent a pain through my body, my knees almost buckled. I heard the whistle as the paddle as he readied for the second blow. My body tensed as the blow was delivered. With each blow the pain increased, and so did the strange sensation of excitement. Coach Smith delivered ten hard blows to my backside.

As Coach Smith walked around his desk, I straightened and started to turn toward the door, " Where do you think you are going? We're not finished" he stated loudly. My heart almost stopped when Coach Smith ordered me to remove my practice pants. I started to refuse, but before I could, he informed me that the punishment would worsen the longer he had to wait. My hands trembled has I unlaced the front of my pants. I slowly removed my pants and placed them on the wooden chair. I stood before Coach Smith with just a jockstrap and a jersey on. Strangely my body began to tinkle with the anticipation of the pain that was surely to come. Coach Smith ordered me to return to my position over the desk. Coach Smith stepped behind me and slowly ran his hand over my burning backside. As his fingers touched my ass, I became strangely aroused. Coach Smith removed the wide leather belt from his pants, I heard a cracking sound as Coach Smith snapped the belt together. My body trembled and I started to feel a burning in my groin.



The first smack of the belt on my scarlet ass sent my body jerking forward. Coach Smith grabbed the back of my jersey and brought the belt down against my ass. With each of Coach Smith's powerful blows, the stinging pain of my ass brought my cock to stiffness. When Coach Smith finished, my swollen cock pressed against my jockstrap, Coach Smith jerked me upright. I hoped that he did not see my swollen cock. I noticed a strange grin on his face. "I see someone enjoyed our lesson. Maybe I need to continue" Coach Smith said through a grin. He pulled me towards the wooden chair and laid me over his knees. He positioned my swollen cock over his own manhood. He started to rub my burning ass. H then raised his gloved hand and brought it down on my waiting cheek. First the left cheek, then the right. With each slap of his hand, I felt his cock press against mine. He continued to rub my ass between each blow. After an additional 10 slaps on each cheek, his hands started to explore my scarlet and purple ass.

His fingers forced their way towards my asshole. This was the first time anyone had touched the inside of my ass. My body became aware of his probing fingers as he slowly pressed them into my hole. The pain of the spanking was soon replaced with the pleasure of Coach's probing fingers. "Breath deeply and relax", Coach Smith whispered in my ear, I took a deep breath as he pressed his fingers deeper into my body. I was soon aware that I enjoyed his probing and tried to open myself to him. I felt his hardened cock moving against mine. My body trembled. He removed his finger from deep inside my body. Sweat soaked my jersey. Coach Smith told me to stand. As I did so, I could see his cock pressing against his zipper. Coach Smith rose from the chair. His hand came up between my legs. He firmly squeezed my balls and cock. My body started to buckle, but Coach Smith held me tightly. "Ever had someone play with your cock before?" Coach Smith asked. "NO," I said through trembling lips, " Should I stop?" he asked. Again I answered no.

Coach Smith slowly raised my sweat soaked jersey, exposing my hairless chest to the cold air that filled the room. My nipples started to harden. Coach started to slowly lick my nipples. He removed my jersey and brought his mouth over my hard nipples, his teeth barely touching my tender nipples as his tongue rolled against the tips. My body started to tremble from this new sensation. I pressed his head harder against my heaving chest. He unbuckled his pants. The sound of his zipper couple with my increasing moans of pleasure filled the office. Coach then removed his shirt. I was overwhelmed by the site of his nearly naked body. His sweat glistened on his smooth muscled body, my trembling hand reached out to touch a man's chest for the first time. The touch of his bare chest, sent a feeling of total joy through my body. I looked into his icy blue eyes. I wanted this man. He pulled my head towards his, he pressed his lips against mine. I felt his tongue trying to part my lips. I willingly gave in. His tongue explored my mouth deeper then any girl's I had kissed before. My hands started to explore his chest, my fingers caressed his nipples. I wanted to taste the sweat on his chest. I kissed and licked the area around his nipples. My first taste of another man's sweat was more intoxicating then anything I had ever drank before.

Coach Smith pressed me against his desk, his hands slowly caressing my stomach. As he lowered his hands towards my swollen cock, my breathing started to become shallow. His hands played with the top of my jockstrap. He slowly pulled the sweaty straps way from my body. The chilled air touched my hard cock as the jockstrap dropped to the floor. Coach Smith's hands slowly made their way along my legs, his very touch sent electricity through my body. His hands stoped just inches away from my balls. I held my breath as his hand tenderly rolled over my balls. He caressed my cock. My knees buckled, Coach Smith caught me and layed me on his desk. His mouth slowly lowered over my cock. I felt the wetness of his mouth, his sharp teeth scraped the head of my cock as it entered his mouth. His lips pressed against my groin. The sensation of the suction of his mouth on my cock was like no other sensation I have felt before. I felt as though I would explode. Coach Smith continued to suck my cock and balls. His finger was again pressing against my waiting asshole. He stoped sucking my cock long enough to lick two of his fingers. He then returned his mouth to my cock and started to explore my ass with his finger. My asshole did not give way to his long finger. With gentle yet firm pressure, he inserted his finger into my hungry ass. Soon his single finger is replaced with both fingers. My moans intensify, I felt a sensation I have never felt before. Coach Smith sensed my pending explosion. He removed his mouth and fingers. He looked down at me and smiled. I watched as he removed his own jockstrap. I saw, for the first time, how large and hard his cock is. He started to stroke his cock, "It's time for you to lose your virginity" he said as he stroked his cock with force. He reached into his bottom drawer and took out a small tube of clear liquid and a condom.

 

I stared at his cock as he slowly rolled the condom over the plump head of his cock. The condom covered his cock with a tight fit. "This will help," he said as opened the clear liquid and smeared it over his cock. He then smeared the cool liquid on my asshole, and with his finger, inserted some inside me. He pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, raising my legs high in the air. I felt the juicy head of his cock press against my asshole. He grabbed my hips and pulled them towards him as he pushed his hard cock against my ass. I felt a pain like no other as his head made its way up my asshole. I let out a small yell as he entered deeper in to my body. I was filled with a pressure as his body presses against my upturned ass. He stopped and told me to breath. I feel him begin to remove his cock.

As the head of his cock began to leave my body, he forced it deep inside my waiting hole. My body arched with the force of the pressure. He began to move back and forth like a piston. He pressed his body against mine. Our mouths met one another. I could feel his blood engorged cock as he fucked me, he started to fuck me harder and faster. He removed his cock from my body. His warm cum shot over my belly. He spread it gently over my stomach and then took my cock in his mouth, sucking harder than before. I soon felt the pressure of my cum rising in my cock. I pushed his mouth away from my cock right as it shot a load all over his cheek. I was afraid he would be angry. He wiped my cum from his cheek and kissed me gently on the mouth."I am going to need another attitude adjustment again real soon," I informed him. Coach smiled as he gave my wet ass a hard smack.

Innocent Exhibitionism -- Cross-cultural male camaraderie in Japan

While living in Japan, I found it kind of amazing that the otherwise polite and docile Japanese could be so rowdy and getso raunchy in the right circumstances. Most of these centered around group events where drinking was involved. I guess it happens everywhere with young people -- like ay college parties and fraternities, etc. But still is a bit of a paradox when the seemingly shy Japanese get plastered (or maybe that's just an excuse or front) and start stripping and performing what Puritanical Americans would think of as "lewd" acts. 


While Japanese are modest about nudity in general -- there are times when you can catch a glimpse of guys showing pubic hair or asses -- and sometimes a cock. I used to go cycling along some of the rivers around Tokyo. The city uses the flood banks for public sports fields or you can also see similar activities in public parks too. When stopping for a break, I could often get glimpes of guying changing clothes in broad daylight - I mean from street clothes -- stripping down to nothing or fleeting glimpse of ass and cock, and change into their team uniform or sports clothes right there in front of everyone -- especially when they were surrounded by the hunky teammates. Teams of intramural sports -- soccer, rugby, American football, baseball play on these fields usually during the weekends and holidays. Invariably, because there are no dressing rooms, the guys have to strip and change out of and back into their street clothes.This kind of CMNM scene has always been a turn-on -- it is like seeing one naked guys in a locker room full of clothed athletes, but it is out in public -- an open field.

It's kind of cool to see this kind of "innocent" exhibitionism among team members. But there is another type of flashing among Japanese men that seems to happen a lot but is not really so innocent -- maybe not really sexual or sensual -- but more like playful machismo, I guess, but it is still a turn on.

I never got invited to participate to such a degree but I have been in the room -- usually at a overnight retreat at an inn or hot springs resort where similar male stripping occurs. Without fail, some of the guys get (supposedly) too drunk to stop themselves, and end up pulling all kinds of stunts. They seem to start out as party games and end up with somebody getting undressed -- sort of voluntary (or sometimes forced) flashing for the rest of the group. 

I never got any photos -- but I found these photos on the net by a group of Japanese college students . They seem pretty typical for the kind of drunken playfulness that leads to somebody getting pantsied or just flashing the group. I used a Japanese language search engine and found these.

Japanese sometimes call this "skinship."

What is so cool about it?  Has anybody else experienced this kind of male-male "bonding" rituals between straight guys or in mixed gender groups -- in North America, Asian or Europe.?   I don't have a fetish about it , but think it is kind of cool. While these guys are sort of playing around with "sexy" homoeerotic behaviors -- maybe even identifying a bit with the homoerotic nature of what they doing -- it seems to me a kind of healthy way to de-sexualize nudity between men. Yes, there are some women at the party too -- although none of them usually get nude or show much if anything at all.

Share any thoughts or photos you have in the subject on a note at this topic below.

 

Do I ever piss in a place besides the toilet?

There is a discussion going on in the Dudesnude 'Hot Chat' Forum about this topic. It's not like I am really into watersports (urinating or pissing on myself or other guys) although I realize a quite a few gay and straight men are, and a lot of women, too. However, the bodily functions of urination and defecation are part of the process of living, so they generally are a habitual concern (or should I say - matter of ritual) for everyone on the planet.

So, the specific question, Do I ever piss in a place besides the toilet?, has connotations that are actually much bigger and wider than the guy who asked had thought about. So it made be think about a lot of another ideas connected with the toilet.

More in-depth questions related to pissing habits and its relation to sex:

• Do I ever piss in the shower - especially one that is not in my own home?
• Have I been seen or caught pissing somewhere that it's not acceptable?
• Do I ever piss when others are around me? When, where and why?
• What do I piss into usually? But when and what do I piss in something other than a urinal?
• What kind of things or places have pissed and onto?
• Are the acts of pissing and shitting sensual or sexual or just devoid of any pleasureable feeling at all?
• Can they be social acts or cooperative / communal behaviors?
• Have you made up any 'pissing' games? Or do you (and your friends or partners) have any special pissing rituals?
• Why is piss both feared and revered? Loved and despised?
• Is piss good for you? Mathama Gandhi is said to have drunk a glass of his own piss every day for health reasons.
• Any more questions that I can think of as I go.....

At this point, I'll leave out the shitty part -- meaning I'm not going to discuss shit and defecation in this blog post - it make come out later (shit-eating grin).

Main question: Do I ever piss in the shower? Have I been seen or caught pissing somewhere that it's not acceptable?

My Answer: Actually, I usually take a piss in any shower that I use. At home, at the gym, at the pool, hotel or campsite. Let me explore a longer answer, and try to explain.I guess it's the sound of running water that makes me want to urinate. If it's a communal shower (they seem to be fewer and fewer these days), then I tried to piss within the main shower stream so that guys would notice. In public baths and hot springs resorts, people are often seated when they both wash up and shampoo their hair AND when they are showering. They clean themselves thoroughly before getting into the bath tub or hot mineral water spa pool. So it's easier to conceal your pissing when you're seated; although I actually find it a bit harder to piss than when standing up.

I've never pissed it directly on a person.. though now that you mention the idea, I realize it could be a lot of fun - especially if he likes it or another buddy or bystander in the shower gets a kick out of seeing that. To be honest, I have to say that I have pissed in a sink before, and often do so in my own office (there's not toilet just a small sink). Why? I guess I wait to long before going to take a piss sometimes.

In countries (like where I am now), the 'toilet' in public restrooms (sometimes that serve for both males and females). Many have two sections: the first compartment is only large enough for a sink/mirror, and the inner one is where the commode is. Asian people are smaller and less particular about shared use of a toilet - unlike North America where there is a strict separation of the genders for toilet purposes. Anyway, when you enter the first space (dying to pee), there may be someone in the inner door (pissing or taking a dump) and you'll have to wait - unless, of course, you piss in the sink. So yep, I am guilty of doing that. I always run the water so the person inside can't hear me spraying the sink with a stream of piss, and I always 'flush' the sink out with water so that's there no yellow piss remaining.

I'd be easily identified if I were to leave a sink full of piss for the next person who enters the restroom. So I have never been tempted to try that prank.Anyone else have stories to tell about pissing in public or in a communal shower or communal restroom?

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