Thorn's CMNM and Flashing Story Chapter 2

An original story (whether it is a true personal experience only the author can say) by Thorn. Posted on Yahoo Groups: thorngay@yahoogroups.com on January 10, 2008.

CHAPTER 2 Car flashing with my buddy, Eric by Thorn

 

The following night Eric arrived as arranged. He looked great, his white T-shirt and white shorts showed off his body well.I playfully put my arm around 

his waist enjoying the warmth of his body as I ushered him into the house. "You really on for this," I asked. "You bet," said Eric, "this is going to be a blast." Eric had dared me the previous night to drive around town wearing nothing but a T-shirt. I had said he had to join me, so here we were ready to go. "OK, let's go for it," I said my heart beginning to pound and my cock getting hard in anticipationWe headed out to my car and got in. 

"Why don't we drive to the beach," I said, "we can lose our shorts there.""Sounds good to me," said Eric. On the way Eric was talking about our impromtu window show the previous night, then talked about all sorts of other things he had done previously. "But doing it together is so much more fun," he gave my thigh a squeeze.We reached the beach and parked the car. "OK, you first... this was your idea," I laughed. Without having to be asked twice, Eric pulled down his shorts revealing that lovely uncut dick I had seen for the first time the previous night. I couldn't be 

a party pooper so I pulled my shorts down and off my ankles. So here we were, in my car in public naked from the waist down and both of us hard with excitement. "Right," I started the engine and drove off down the road. There were a few people around, from where they were standing we looked as though we were fully clothed. The danger was that a higher vehicle would drive alongside us, someone would look out of a building, or that someone would cross the road. We drove around for some time enjoying the excitement of this risk of being seen. It was Eric who said, "Let's go drive down where the cruisers gather".

 This was the place where all the young guys turn up and ogle at each others 

cars and equipment... although I have also reckoned quite a lot of them are sizing up each other's equipment, not just the cars'!"Wow, you have got to be kidding!" I responded, "There will be people all round." "So, all the more fun," Eric replied, "come on, we wanted some fun." "OK, I replied and turned the car round." We arrived at the car park that everyone meets in and drove in. 

 

Sure enough there were guys around our age everywhere, looking at cars, peering into cars and standing around in groups. I drove round the outside of the car park. "Come on," Eric said, "go there!" He was pointing to an area which was full of guys standing round cars. "OK," I said with a shrug of the shoulders. We drove down towards the group of twenty or so guys. They were all around our age, some looked as though they must just have passed their driving test yesterday. I drove slowly past with my dick now quite hard with the excitement.

 One of the guys must have spotted and nudged his mate who turned round looked in and smiled. Further on another guy was even more blatant as he pointed and drew the attention of two others. My dick was now jumping and I looked across at Eric who was hard as a rod.We drove out of the car park, with Eric protesting that we should go round again. "No way," I said heading on the road home.We arrived at my houses still wearing only our T-shirts. 

We had driven right through the centre of town. It was getting dark so it wasn't too risky but it was pretty damn exciting, wondering if a bus would pull up alongside, a pedestrian walk through the traffic, or a big 4x4 come past. We arrived at my house and, got out of the car still naked from the waist down with a massive hard on. 

I walked round behind the car and Eric got out and headed my way. He too was hard and big.Standing behind the car I grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it up and off. He was now naked in the darkness between the house and the hedge. Eric lifted my T-shirt, sliding his hand up my stomach and chest. I grabbed Eric's hard dick and started stroking, we lay down on the cool concrete. I was the first to cum. It was one of those deep shuddering ones that you get after real excitement. Eric stayed at my house that night and as we drifted off to sleep hugging each other we talked about what thrills we would get up to next.

Thorn's CMNM and Flashing Story, Chapter 2

An original story (whether it is a true personal experience only the author can say) by Thorn. Posted on Yahoo Groups: thorngay@yahoogroups.com on January 10, 2008.

CHAPTER 2 Car flashing with my buddy, Eric by Thorn

The following night Eric arrived as arranged. He looked great, his white T-shirt and white shorts showed off his body well.I playfully put my arm around his waist enjoying the warmth of his body as I ushered him into the house. "You really on for this," I asked.

"You bet," said Eric, "this is going to be a blast." Eric had dared me the previous night to drive around town wearing nothing but a T-shirt. I had said he had to join me, so here we were ready to go. "OK, let's go for it," I said my heart beginning to pound and my cock getting hard in anticipation.

We headed out to my car and got in. "Why don't we drive to the beach," I said, "we can lose our shorts there.""Sounds good to me," said Eric. On the way Eric was talking about our impromtu window show the previous night, then talked about all sorts of other things he had done previously. "But doing it together is so much more fun," he gave my thigh a squeeze.We reached the beach and parked the car. "OK, you first... this was your idea," I laughed. Without having to be asked twice, Eric pulled down his shorts revealing that lovely uncut dick I had seen for the first time the previous night. I couldn't be

a party pooper so I pulled my shorts down and off my ankles. So here we were, in my car in public naked from the waist down and both of us hard with excitement. "Right," I started the engine and drove off down the road. There were a few people around, from where they were standing we looked as though we were fully clothed. The danger was that a higher vehicle would drive alongside us, someone would look out of a building, or that someone would cross the road. We drove around for some time enjoying the excitement of this risk of being seen. It was Eric who said, "Let's go drive down where the cruisers gather".
 This was the place where all the young guys turn up and ogle at each others

cars and equipment... although I have also reckoned quite a lot of them are sizing up each other's equipment, not just the cars'!"Wow, you have got to be kidding!" I responded, "There will be people all round." "So, all the more fun," Eric replied, "come on, we wanted some fun." "OK, I replied and turned the car round." 

We arrived at the car park that everyone meets in and drove in. Sure enough there were guys around our age everywhere, looking at cars, peering into cars and standing around in groups. I drove round the outside of the car park. "Come on," Eric said, "go there!" He was pointing to an area which was full of guys standing round cars. "OK," I said with a shrug of the shoulders. 

We drove down towards the group of twenty or so guys. They were all around our age, some looked as though they must just have passed their driving test yesterday. I drove slowly past with my dick now quite hard with the excitement. One of the guys must have spotted and nudged his mate who turned round looked in and smiled. Further on another guy was even more blatant as he pointed and drew the attention of two others. 

My dick was now jumping and I looked across at Eric who was hard as a rod.We drove out of the car park, with Eric protesting that we should go round again. "No way," I said heading on the road home.We arrived at my houses still wearing only our T-shirts. We had driven right through the centre of town. It was getting dark so it wasn't too risky but it was pretty damn exciting, wondering if a bus would pull up alongside, a pedestrian walk through the traffic, or a big 4x4 come past. 

 We arrived at my house and, got out of the car still naked from the waist down with a massive hard on. I walked round behind the car and Eric got out and headed my way. He too was hard and big.Standing behind the car I grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it up and off.

He was now naked in the darkness between the house and the hedge. Eric lifted my T-shirt, sliding his hand up my stomach and chest. I grabbed Eric's hard dick and started stroking, we lay down on the cool concrete. I was the first to cum. It was one of those deep shuddering ones that you get after real excitement. Eric stayed at my house that night and as we drifted off to sleep hugging each other we talked about what thrills we would get up to next.

My Urge to Flash takes a Turn for the Better?

For nearly two years (very infrequently off and on), I've tried to get a younger man (about 23-27) who rides to work on his bicycle through the cemetery to notice my peekaboo flashing (see thru, hole-riddled and mesh clothes). He's not ever really taken the bait and generally turns his head or avert his eyes - if we're too close - so that he can't be 'accused' of looking. I am pretty positive he knows what I'm up to ... a few times a month I make a sudden appearance on his route - sometimes with my zipper down or sometimes with a pair of mesh shorts with my shirt tucked in just for him to see my pale cock wiggle from side-to-side as walk by him.

If he were so disgusted or fearful (of being stalked), he could easily find another path to his work (I think he's working at a small commercial airport not too far away) because I meet him usually (once a week or so) around 7:00am and he returns about home the same route in mid-afternoon. Wednesday are his day off so he works on Saturdays as well.

Things have gotten more daring on my part this month. A couple of times recently I've gotten more bold.. like this morning. From the road, he would see me something like this (photo attached). I realize it's very tame by comparison (to other's extreme flashing - but HEY!.. we are NOT all made/built the same, right?)

I'm
standing in a pathway between grave plots about 7 meters from the main road that runs through the cemetery. It's a straight wide (private) road with no thru vehicle traffic - so I only have to be careful about pedestrians and bicyclists going east/west.
 {Pic at right is one of this blog's author.}
Before taking up my position just off the road, I scout out down the road to see if he's approaching and then take up my position (like the photo). I'm turned a bit to the left but I can him clearly when I look to my right. I've done this before but never pulled my pants all the way down until recently. Earlier I was taking a piss (or pretending too).

So twice recently.. when I knew nobody else was approaching either direction .. I've pulled down my pants and starting jerking my cock (not hard in this 'staged' recreation of the scene).
There should be no doubt that he can see me in this peripheral vision but he's TOO damned chicken or just not going to give me the pleasure knowing he's looking. He's smart - not a smart-alec and he's not looking for a confrontation but he's not looking to see 'dick' if he can help it either.

I know it's pretty stupid (fruitless is a better word LOL) -maybe useless to try to keep flashing this guy (if you can call it that). But the challenge just seems to be increasing my feelings of urgency. This time after he went by without so much as a smile or frown/scowl or side glance... I had to go deeper off the main road and beat off until I came.

Is this going to lead to me trying to go to greater lengths to get the guy to look?

I think the attraction is that I sort of 'feel' like I know him -- ridiculous idea (I know) but at least we recognize each other.  Sometimes he almost can't help it if I suddenly meet him coming around a corner but it's risky to be 'showing' more than just wearing see-thru mesh - because mothers with school children, old ladies and men heading to their office job are equally likely to suddenly appear around the same corners.

I know he does look my way at times .. but it's only when I'm 20-50 meters away. There is a large plaza (paved area) along the main road, where we sometimes cross paths at a much great distance. It is at times like that when I have my zipper down and my cock partly exposed. I notice then that he 'seems' to take a brief look .. but if I'm too close.. he averts his eyes or even turns his head.

What do you think? It's not much of a flashing experience - but it's the most 'real' flashing I've ever done (not counting nude beaches and CMNM with male strangers in hostels/campsites). He's got to know that I'm 'beating off' for him, but he's closed to the idea.

Any suggestions?
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The spirit is willing but the flash is week day and weekend!

 

Got flashed (finally) on the night of the full moon in July

I am gradually become a flasher or at least I find it increasingly provocative to freeball or sometimes wear semi-transparent or see-thru clothes.

For the first time in a very LONG time, I was actually FLASHED last night (July 21). I am so excited because this means I am NOT alone - -there is at least one other guy in my neighborhood area who into flashing/streaking. Great!



Now back to my story about getting flashed on July 21st!

I was ecstatic last night (not just because of the full moon) to finally get flashed by a guy -- who was completely naked - under the street lamps along a tree-lined walkway bordering the cemetery where I walk the dog (my real pet and the one hanging between my legs.

Anyway, I went out last night (July 21) at about 11pm. That's not my usual mode-- I don't get off by just flashing in the dark -- I mean what's the point in flashing if nobody can see you. However, now I see WHY guys do go out and flash at night. They may have MORE chance of actually been seen because the flashees are more likely to be looking.

I usually walk my dog almost every morning between the hours of 6-8am and I hardly ever even get so much as a glance -- even when I am wearing my latest creation (see photo -- a pair of nylon athletic /jogging pants with the lining cut out -- just leaving a pair of very revealing mesh pants). 

So before you write me off as a true perv -- just realize that I don't think that I have actually been "seen" by anybody in my neighborhood. I am discreet and also chicken-hearted (no -- I did NOT say chickenshit). My flashing near or at nude beaches and at gay resorts, or in the French Quarter for Southern Decadence, does not really count at flashing - I mean most of the people there are doing it too or are out looking for those who are.

I was delighted when I got up the entrance of the huge cemetery about 700 ft from my place -- to see a guy completely naked about 50 ft away jogging up the narrow elevated walk way the runs along the edge of the cemetery. He must have seen me first as I emerged from the side street because by the time I saw him, he had flipped around and headed off in the other direction. Of course, he wouldn't know I would absolutely want to JOIN him in his naked romp so he did what most good flashers do -- he turned around and just jogged back the way he came. I lost him because the trail roams in and out among pines and other trees -- so he pranced down the natural obstacle course and before I could cross and start to follow, he was already gone. 



I didn't want to RUN after him and scare him away forever -- he might too scared to do it again if he thought I was a self-righteous pervert-basher -- so I did the next best thing: I got naked too and walked down the same path (under intermittent street lights and then entered the cemetery from the next entrance about 200 yards down the way. There weren't many cars passing by but there is a row of houses which line the street on the opposite side. Any body could just look out the window. I can just hear them now saying " Oh look, George -- there goes another naked guy." "Yes, dear. I guess the full moon brings out all the streakers." LOL; 
Actually, that's more what we looked like -- streakers -- than flashers. 

I went in the cemetery and walk around - naked and stroking - of course - but he didn't come back by. You can see through the scattered line of trees along fence line where that pathway winds all along the eastern edge of the cemetery. So I'm looking forward to meeting up with a fellow flasher -- or maybe it was just a one-time full moon event. 

I went back to the scene of that flash this morning and showed a little bit of full MOON of my own -- here's what those jogging pants look like. 

I am definitely going to take them (and wear them wherever I can get away with it) during my long extended travels from now until after Labor Day. 

See you in Japan, Hawaii (Puna), Russian River (CA), in KY/Ohio/NY, Canada(Ottawa), Provincetown, NYC, Munich/Prague, Croatia (Rovinj), and maybe at Southern Decadence -- these pants will not even attract attention on the French Quarter with so many guys with their crotches open and women with their boobs exposed. 

More of the travel adventures in a later blog.

"The spirit is willing but the flash is week day and and week end. "