Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Watching some CMNM interaction among Japanese male playing soccer frisbee


UPDATED ENTRY with added real photos: What a blast! I returned the same place as I had described a couple of days ago, and sure enough, the same frisbee soccer team was there practicing as they had been doing on Sunday afternoon. The difference was - both the male and female teams were both there on the practice field - although they were not really practicing together, they nevertheless were sharing the same field. It did seem to put a bit of a damper on the demonstrative male posturing that I had seen the other day, and there was not as much occasion for CMNM, but it was great to get to see those same guys again and THIS I had my camera. The first few shots are of the two main characters I had described below in the body for main post: 1) the alpha male (the practice leader), 2) young cute dude who was taunted and teased in an amiable way when he got nude (while stripping out of his sweats clothes), and a few more team members (only one of whom did I catch with his butt exposed). The alpha dude was wearing tights under his mesh athletic shorts (evidently he was more 'modest' since the women's team was around. Also, the guys didn't spend time leisurely getting undressed out of their sweaty practice clothes and there was much clowning around. I guess maybe is was a 'real' work day practice instead of the very casual weekend frolic like I ha d seen just two days earlier. 
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Yesterday (Aug 31) we had a beautifully sunny summer afternoon. It was very warm - as
is usual for late summer in Tokyo, but not too humid. The sky was an uncharacteristic azure blue that was lavished piled high with billowy frothy puffs of white clouds - the remnants of the week's thunderstorms.
So I decided that - since these kinds of days are sometimes a rarity, especially recently due to number of hurricanes this season (typhoons as they are called), it would be a great idea to go cycling along the river. I'm still partly on summer vacation - at least work has not started yet. So I wanted to spend a little time in the sunshine (and get naked if I could find a spot).
See caption below
'These photos were NOT taken yesterday, but it does accurately show the location and what the frisbee dudes might have looked like if I had gotten this close with a camera. The last one represents the kind of 'antics' - clowning around that was going on when one of the group was getting undressed/dressed - in particular, one of the cutest one was getting a whole lot of attention from some of the others guys).


So I headed out wearing as little as possible (bare chest, sandals, and a very thin pair of

linen (almost mesh)short pants, which are very transparent when the sun shines through them. Well. to make a long story short, I got the river bank and floor zone bordering it and noticed a group of college age guys practicing frisbee. It was evidently a regular club that (hopefully) meets here every Sunday to polish their skills for frisbee golf tournaments and exhibitions. One of the guys was wearing see-through athlete shorts that were more transparent than mine and you could see the outline of his smooth, muscular buttocks every time he bent over or jumped to catch the disk.

I was spellbound and regret not have a camera - they were too far away for a cellphone camera to show much. Finally, when they finished up ractice, they started gathering to one corner of the field.

 Each one of the guys seemed to take his time getting out of his sweaty practice clothes, but they seemed to have timed their own 'strip' so that each one was the only one doing so at the time -- it was an amazing nude choreography too. Each was hold a small towel in front of this genital area, then he would use the other hand to slowly lower his shorts and in some case his lycra athletic tights or underwear, until he was completely nude -- there in broad daylight.

 The others seemed to caste glances or would otherwise cajole the naked one - or try to distract him from performing his 'laborious' task. One-handedly, he would find get all his clothes off, and then he would grab his boxers shorts or underpants, and step one foot at a time into them, and begin the slow process of pulling them up with one hand. The other hand was securing clasping his hidden cock and balls.

One of the cutest and also most enthusiastic players during practice was taking a very long time to get undressed. When he was finally naked and holding his towel coyly in front of his loins to cover his junk, several of the other guys started to joke around with him, engaging him with banter and wise-cracks, almost it seems in order to keep him naked as long as they could. He appeared to really be enjoying the extra attention and played right along for what I thought was a very long time. 

Admittedly, they were not doing so for my benefit since I was completely away from
them on the far side of the field. But it was about 4:30pm and there were dozens of passers-by, cyclers, and families out for a Sunday afternoon stroll.... Most everyone (except me) was oblivious and probably rightly so. While blatant nudity and -- god forbid - even pubic hair is a no-no for publication in any broadcast or print media, casual nudity that is expected or necessary don't really send up alarms signals - as it might do so, if some guys has been stripping nude to get changed on a typical sport field in North America. Maybe people here don't notice, of maybe they just mind their own business or maybe they just see it (if at all) as a matter of necessity - since there are not public restrooms or changing rooms in the miles and miles of this public recreational area. How weird is that, duh?


Well.. I was fascinated as a I said even more. I watched 

and stared. My staring drew more attention from other pedestrians I noticed - instead of the fact that some cute college age guys were getting naked across the field . I wanted to see one of the last guys get undressed. He was the one who wasn't wearing much from the start - just those thin mesh shorts which I had spend 20 minutes drooling over earlier. 
He was actually the best frisbee thrower among them, and with his constant chatter and cajoling as the practice went along, I could also tell he was the 'alpha' male - the leader of the group or at least the most demonstrative and athletic. So its little wonder if did not mind showing off his ass (assets) *LOL* because he had no reason to be self-conscious about showing his sports talents and seemingly none about showing his physical prowess (and maybe his dominant male sexuality either - or so it was revealed later).

 When that cute one -- he was a bit shorter with a shorter haircut - maybe he's a new member in the group - was completely naked, the 'cool' one with the mesh shorts came over and just would not leave the cute one's butt alone. He tried smacking it, and hitting him his own small hand towel - undoubtedly soaked with sweat. Then - when they did not torment the cute one enough, he pulled that towel through the younger one's legs and tried pulling it up to give the cute boy a wedgie. The other guys took notice and joined in laughing. 


Some made grab-ass gestures of their own. I began to perceive that this had probably happened before in this group and may be it happened often to this cute guy- for the very reason that males use nudity among themselves (in a group often) as a form of affection or communication. It was also happened to this kid because he was good-looking, good-natured about the rough-house way he was 'affectionately' treated, and he had a nice really bubble butt that might be making some of his teammates horny - or at least it appeared that they couldn't seem to keep their hands off it. 


Eventually, he was able to fight off his suitors --it was all in good-natured fun - as 'buddies' I'm sure they all accept each other and would not abuse one of their own- 
although perhaps not so true when they are outside the social boundaries the group or not in so public a place as they were now. However, it makes me wonder what goes on when there are two of them alone or sleeping over.
He was the only one who had a vehicle evidently - although a couple of the guys had bicycles - once  underlining his status as the resident 'alpha' male. Most of them started leaving the flood zone that borders the Tama River, and serves as recreation area and provides grounds for various sports. They headed off toward the station - about a kilometer away. I noticed that the cute younger one had put on his khaki pants and a green t-shirt. They soon disappeared over the embankment, so I gathered up my stuff as started to head back toward where I live - also in that same general direction.

In the bike ride back, I'd forgotten about them with a few minutes and was planning whether I would go directly back home or not. When I got to the train station, I decided to park and ride to Shinjuku. I had to hold my bag in front of me, so as to make it harder for people oo see through my see-thru clothes. I guess you'd have to say I'm not really into flashing. (But that's another topic). I was pleasantly surprised to see a single guy with a green t-shirt waiting in front of the steps to the train station (the entrance goes underground to the wickets and then once through, you climb back up stairs inside station to the platforms - one on either side for the tracks, which are at ground level in this part of the rail line. I was glad. I would finally get a good look at the face that was the other end of a really beautiful male behind. By the way, it's really not that odd to see Japanese mens' butts -- there are actually many chances and for some reason that I won't try to explain now... the butt is not considered a private or sexual part of the human anatomy ...like is say .. the genitals and by association the pubic hair are considered.

There is little wonder then that ass photos can be easily be seen in lots of places -- in fact, I happy to say it can be very stimulating for someone (like me) who has a strong fixation on the male arse (butt / buttocks) -- like the ones I have collected and displayed on this blog - here in this posting and many others.
I noticed that he seemed to be waiting and therefore turned one way and then another, in doing so he caught a glimpse of me approaching. After looking away, he turned back in my direction again and took a better look. I almost said something to him -- like "Hey, your face looks even better than your butt, dude. " But he would probably not make the connection --and consider me some pervert freak. 
Instead, I just smiled and glanced back as I descended the stairs. He was watching me - Yes! I don't know if it was my clothes that had caught his attention. Or it may have been the fact that I looked at him and smiled - actually, that is a rare kind of social 
behavior in this country. 
 
People normally have a very closed and impersonal demeanor in public and particularly where interacting with complete strangers is concerned. Then again, it crossed my mind -- that he 'knew' what I was probably thinking about him too --the memories of his fantastic ass and the way he had genuinely seemed to enjoy showing it off in public and especially to his teammates in the frisbee club. Perhaps, he had seen me watching him and his buddies. My 'staring' could have a topic or conversation - or perhaps, he'd only done his long strip and butt-antics just to tease the old pervert whom they had all noticed. It was possibly something that happened often during their team practices. And maybe it will again.

As I bought a train ticket, I peered up and could still see him waiting. He kept glancing down in my direction - although he was obviously waiting for someone (one of his teammates was probably picking up something at the grocery or at the ATM across the street). I kept wondering why. I was hoping he'd
descend the stairs and get on the same train and in same car (well. I'd make sure of that), then I'd have fun. I would 'flirt' with him from a distance and try to get him to look at my own form of flashing - another kind of kinky communication that may not be so unlike the mating dance of the male frisbee warriors I had just witnessed a little while earlier.


The photos after the first four are only representative and illustrate the type of behavior (male bonding / posturing and clowning around) that uses nakedness (a bit different connotation than the world 'nudity') that I am describing and observing in groups of males, in particular Japanese men. 


Friday, December 19, 2014

Advice on Making Your (Porn) Blog Work



QUESTION:  tall whiteboy wrote:
Thanks for posting a link to my blog on your blog A Father's Pride and Joy. That one link has led
about 200 visitors to my site over the past month. Feel free to repost more as long as you're linking back to me! I could use the traffic.

Do you have any advice on how to get more people to visit my blog? I'm trying everything I can think of to promote my site, but I haven't had much growth lately. Also, Facebook was one of my best marketing tools, but they deleted my account for linking to "obscene" material. Any advice you can give on what has worked for you would be appreciated by this new blogger!

Thanks and keep up the great work,
Andrew
tallwhiteboy.blogspot.com


Advice on Making Your (Porn) Blog Work



QUESTION:  tall whiteboy wrote:
Thanks for posting a link to my blog on your blog A Father's Pride and Joy. That one link has led
about 200 visitors to my site over the past month. Feel free to repost more as long as you're linking back to me! I could use the traffic.

Do you have any advice on how to get more people to visit my blog? I'm trying everything I can think of to promote my site, but I haven't had much growth lately. Also, Facebook was one of my best marketing tools, but they deleted my account for linking to "obscene" material. Any advice you can give on what has worked for you would be appreciated by this new blogger!

Thanks and keep up the great work,
Andrew
tallwhiteboy.blogspot.com


Thursday, December 18, 2014

Encountering once again a self-revealing stranger


 Do Hostels make for hostile people?  I think not.

A recent email  to a former limited acquaintance is found below. Why is it significant enough to blog
about it?   Once I learned something important from a complete stranger I happened to find sleeping next to me.  Now, I wonder again if it's possible to learn something or even teach him some valuable again.  Let me try to explain...

I met JH (not his real name or initials) and really thought he was cool guy. He  was masculine, athletic, and rather good-looking, but he was down-to-earth and a good listener, too.  We were sleeping in adjoining bunkbeds in a youth hostel while we were both on business/pleasure in Honolulu several years ago.  We enjoyed talking and did spend some time doing touristy things.  Nothing much really happened that was truly important, but I could not get out of my head that this was a time that my two normally completely separate lives  - my alternate personal identities - straight father who is university professor and gay blogger who travels the world to stay at gay nude resorts - would come together for a brief time.




To explain that  significance, it might help the readers to understand a bit more about me and my second life as Kelly Lewis (sunbuns / sunbuns99 / sunbunz).   Below is excerpted from JustUsBoys profile.


    Being careful about self-disclosure comes easily to a self-exposing naturist, I love travel, being naked, enjoying new experiences, and helping others reach their potential. Sex is pretty good when thrown in the mix. I am not always 'gay' or truthful about being straight either - but I'm never dishonest. My real age and real name are not disclosed - I don't look a lot like Orlando Bloom now, even though people have noted the resemblance(s) to him. He's my archetypical hero.
    If sex were just simply a bodily function or loving the beauty of  the male face or form was recognized a wholly human artistic endeavour, or if we only recognized having sex as a way to manufacture new human
carcasses (receptacles for our brains) then I'd not have to hide part of my identity - the gay one.
'The Web (virutality) is not a windbreaker or umbrella as much as it is a sail. It's not even waterproof or certainly not a fullproof shelter from the storms of existence, but I find it a wonderfully wild set of habitats.
I found a photo of JH on a hard drive where I had downloaded it months earlier,  and then his name and a MySpace page recently in a pile of notes and papers, so I decided to google him to see if he had emerged somewhere.

Sure enough he was found on Facebook (his 'straight' or regular guy self), but he also figured somewhat prominently in another person's life-story. Based on what I read in the following blog  http://wackyonensf.blogspot.com/   That blogger describe his long-running problems with a series of gay roommates, and what he disclosed about JH was not very flattering or nice because they had been some kind of financial problem with getting his share of the rent paid.

JH was very likely 'escaping' from the wrath of this irate roommate during the very time that I met and spent a good many hours with him in Honolulu. I believe is was during the month of November, which is also his birthday.  What I found rather attractive about him was the unusual way he slept, it was manly and erotic, but so cute too. His nightly acrobatics made me have a several night's of fitful sleep, where I was furtively jerking my dick while straining to see up the athlete shorts he slept in each night.

Just the night before he (or was it I) was to leave the next day, I confessed to him that I thought he was a really handsome guy who must be hit on my a lot of women and men. He shocked me by telling me that he preferred it when guys hit on him -- instead of the females. It floored me to think I had been laying in my bunk bed next to his all those hours (over 3-4 days) wondering about his body, and thinking of something nasty I'd like to do to it, when all I had to do was simply ask him. No, he wasn't really interested in a man old enough to be his father. But, the next morning, he briefly explained that he was moving out because someone guy he had just met had asked him to stay at his place - obviously for a romantic sexual encounter.  Like.. Damn!

[This is his own photo from a old MySpace page. I had saved this photo in order to help me remember having met JH in Honolulu.]
  persona, and that I was very envious of him for being able to do so right now.   We parted that day and I had not heard from him until my re-discovery of his existence just today.
That incident revealed to me that today's young gay men have a incredibly different perspective on what being gay means to them. One large reason may be because the way that gays are perceived nowadays is so different than when I was growing up into manhood.  I even told JH about this realization and commented that I would someday like to be able to be myself - a gay father, professional  academic,  happily married without living in a disguised

So I wrote to him today (via Facebook) and wonder if he'll even reply and what he'll say.
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Dear JH
 We met in Honolulu a few years ago when you and I stayed at a hostel in Waikiki Beach there. Sorry -  that's not my real photo in my Facebook profile.  So I won't be friending you here. I just thought of you recently when I happened to come across some old notes, and decided to look you up on Facebook.
  As you probably won't recall, it surprised me to discover (thanks to your being forthcoming) that you are (were) gay.
So am I - but also happily married to a woman for over 30 years.  Your life (what little of it I know) was a very different experience from the time when I grew up.
  I know you may not want to be 'reminded' of being gay or of that time in HNL. Perhaps you won't appreciate my having purposefully 'run-into' you again.  However, it is only to wish you well, and because I respected you - although I don't have much reason to do so.  But I think we did have some good conversations in that short time. By the way, I have been back several times to that hostel and have made several friends and new acquaintances from around the world - both gay and straight.

I just wanted to say that I wish you well, and hope you're finding life good or making of it what you want.  One of my sons was living in the Bay Area for the last two years, but has now returned to Tokyo. I know at one time, you had intended to come to here for skiing.  Did you make it or have you been back again since then?  If you do and have time to spend, I'd be glad to show you around, or at least have some food or a drink.   I'm not stalking or wanting a date - and no even interfere, but if you'd like, I'll send you a message via my 'real' (and ostensibly straight) persona here on Facebook.
Cheers,
David (alias Kelly)
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Here I sit now.. waiting and wondering what kind (if any) response I will get back. In reality, I had written to him several times (with his old Yahoo email address) but never got a reply. I suspect that if

 what the blogger (link above) has written is true, then TH may be very revealing about only some aspects of his life (or even lie by others). Perhaps he would not feel safe and secure to disclose some of this past mistakes and problems.  Eventually, we all get older and certainly don't want mistakes in our past to ride herd over our lives. However, it takes a man to admit that he has learned from what he did in the past. So I wonder if TH was half the man that he seemed to be at the time.  Perhaps, I'll never know but it is important for him to recognize that his life did and does affect other around him -  even when only knowing each other for a brief moment in time.

Added Note by author: Just the next day, I received a welcoming message from JH. He was glad to hear from me, and owing to his new business venture, he'll be coming to Japan next year a couple of times. So we'll probably have a chance to meet at that time. It's not such a small world and small minded planet after all. I will contact him subsequently via my 'real' email address and Facebook profile.