Even if you are not there in mid-summer, - if it's warm (spring/early fall), a few hours or half-day at Donau Island (Donauinsel) can be a great relaxing treat. It's where the 'frei' Viennese go to let it all hang out - there are nude sunbathing areas on the kilometres of recreation land in the thin strip of land that runs down the middle and along the banks of the Danube River. When in Vienna - do as they do -  make like a Wiener (No offense intended).

Here I was on Donau Insel a couple of years ago.
Events in Vienna this summer inVienna: whatsonwhen.com was the source of the info below.
Check out the site to get the full info.
1. Identities Queer Film Festival , 7 - 15 Jun 2007 (annual)
Film casino Vienna's Identities Queer Film Festival has established a summer niche in early June. The pick of the crop of gay and lesbian films from around the world are screened in the art deco splendour… More
2. Donau Island Festival (Donauinsel - can be reached by subway (several stops by subway/train from the central train station)
When: 22 - 24 Jun 2007 (annual) Where: Donauinsel Cost: Free Opening Hours: 10am

See more at http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AlR67GaNGZpLQGcr.LlzhNGTFWoL/SIG=112vf64kr/**http%3A//www.donauinselfest.at/
3. Vienna Rainbow Parade 30 Jun 2007 (annual), Vienna
Vienna's annual Rainbow Parade circles the grand boulevards of the Ringstrasse in a demonstration of gay pride, attracting around 100,000 revellers, with numerous floats blasting out classical....

4. Baden Lobau FKK , Lobau Baths (clothing optional) Lobau Vienna, 9 1220 Austria Naturistenpark Lobau (also known as Naturist Park Lobau)
I have not visited Lobau myself, but it might be worth a trip if you enjoy nudity outdoors and especially in the healing baths. I found this information about Lobau.

The visitors to the Lobau, which is situated in the south-eastern part of Vienna, are in complete contrast to the visitors to the Copa Cagrana. For 100 years people are coming here because of the freedom to go bathing completely naked. Obviously they have been so liberal on occasions that they have got themselves into trouble, but this is a thing of the past. Today you have to walk or to take the bike to come here, because this natural region may not be accessed by cars. By public transport, you take the bus #91A to Ölhafen Neue Donau. (Property Information by Wcities from Yahoo Travel)

NATURIST Park Lobau:• Details: Brockhausengasse 757, 1220 Wien, Austria, Tel. 0043 1 2804254, http://www.campingo.com/go.php?id=3802 • Stat • Category: Naturist holidays Vienna






















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When I was 21, I lived with my folks near an airforce base in Florida. I had a lot of G.I. buddies. I was into surfing and motorcycles, which a lot of them were into also. I had one friend, Charlie, who was a very unusual guy. He was 6'9' and weighed about 260. There wasn't an ounce of fat on the man. He had gray blue eyes and black hair, and he was blessed down below.

I met him through another guy who set us up on a blind date. Charlie was under the impression that he was meeting a girl. When I was introduced to him, he turned the tables on the guy and acted like we and I were hitting it off. He held hands with me, put his arm around my shoulders and even kissed me when they dropped me off at the end of the night. He had clued me in to what he was doing, so I wouldn't be disappointed. I wasn't because we did become good friends.

We so wrecked the guy, that he got pissed and started a rumor on base that Charlie was gay. I ended up having to testify before a tribunal that he wasn't, and none of the guys I knew on base were. In those days the Airforce ran quite a witch hunt for gay soldiers. If the panel had been more conservative than they were, Charlie would have been kicked out just because he associated with a gay man.
The base commander knew me threw his straight son, and liked me, so he put a stop to the inquisition. I came and went on base at will, and I often went to the barracks to pick up friends who wanted to go surfing.


New recruits in the military are assumed to totally stupid. They are given instructions on everything from putting on their tying their shoes to brushing their teeth. One part of basic was to be taught how to take a bath in the field from their helmet. The instructor stripped naked in front of the fully dressed recruits, and put on a demonstration.
In one of the classes, there was a guy who wouldn't look at the instructor. When called down for it, he tried to explain that his religion taught him that the body was filthy, and to look upon it was a sin. The instructor was pissed, and asked him how he bathed. The kid told him, he washed in the dark, and used a cloth so he didn't touch his own body. He explained that he had never touched his own privates.

The instructor asked him how he took a piss. The kid tried to explain, but didn't do well so the instructor told him to demonstrate. The kid said he couldn't. He was given an order to demonstrate. He tried, but he was shaking so, that he couldn't even get his pants unzipped.

The angry instructor then ordered him to strip. After some time and yelling, the kid did as instructed. He was forced to stand at the instructor's side through the rest of the demonstration which included some of the class stripping and bathing.

After the demo, they dressed and marched back to the barracks. That is all but the kid, who was allowed to put his socks and boots on and nothing else.
Back at the barracks, he was given a hand full of washable marker pens, and told to stand at attention with them in hand in front of the day room. The others were told that each time they entered or exited the room, the were to sing in or out on HIS BODY.

I went to the barracks to pick up Charlie. Charlie's room was on the third floor. The kid was on the first. I walked in and saw him standing in the middle of the hall. I ran upstairs and asked Charlie what was going on. Charlie told me the story. He suggested we go down for a game of pool.

We walked up to the kid. He was written on all over his face, neck chest, back and arms. Some on his legs, but nothing on his butt or dick. Charlie signed in on his left cheek. Then he gave me an evil look. I signed in on his upper thigh, curving down along his crotch.

That seemed to start things off. Several guys saw what we did, and started signing more sensitive places. It was in the evening now, and lots of guys were in and out of the day room getting soft drinks and watching TV. The poor kid was given an hour break to get something to eat and rest. Then, he was back, but allowed to stand at ease.
I had to pee, and ran out to the latrine. I forgot to sign out, and when I came back, I had to sigh out and in. I started right under his balls on his thigh, and went all the way down to his knee. The next guy was waiting for me to finish, and did the same on the other leg. We both brushed the kids sack when we started. Another guy suggested that since I liked that sort of thing, I should have signed his dick. I told him, maybe next time.

A while later, Charlie and I went to the restroom. When we came back, some guys were waiting and almost demanded I sign his dick. They handed me a pen, and I took his dick in hand. Here's what I wrote:
"I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but these guys aren't going to give either one of us a break until I do, so here I am holding your very nice, and growing dick, and trying to cover as much of it as I can, so I won't have to do it again, but if it keeps growing, I'll be here all night."
The whole hall was full of guys by the time I was finished. They were all laughing including, strangely enough, the kid. I finished and handed him the pen. Then a guy grabbed his dick and started cranking it around reading out loud what I wrote. They were all hysterically laughing as he twisted and pulled the boy's dick. The Sergeant came out to see what all the noise was. He got to laughing too. Then he said that if I wrote something on his sack, that he would be covered and could shower it off and leave the hall.

I was handed the pen. The guys were cheering me on while I tried to think of something to write. Two guys lifted him up and spread his legs. I took up position between them. The kid was laughing as much as anyone else, as I started writing: "Well, here I am, in my favorite place, between a mans spread legs, with his balls in hand. I'm glad you aren't hairy. I hope you have gotten over your fears, and can start to enjoy your hot bod as much as I am. If you need any pointers, my phone number is, etc."
I actually put my phone number on his balls. The reading was once again as funny as my writing. The kid was released, and ran off to the showers. The crowd dispersed and Charlie and I went back into the day room. A few minutes later, the kid was standing in the doorway naked an dripping wet. All the writing was gone except the writing on this dick and balls. He had a totally pissed off look on his face.

The guy who's idea it was for me to sign his dick, had switched pens. I should have suspected something because it had a finer point. The kid saw him snickering and knew he was the guilty one. He ran after the culprit. Once he caught him he wrestled him to the floor and pinned him in a school boy pin. His dick and balls were inches from the clowns face. The kid said he should make him lick it off. Then he grabbed the guys head and forced his face into his wet crotch. He held him there smearing his face with balls and semi hard dick. Finally he let him up, and went back into the showers.
A couple days later, Charlie told me the kid said to tell me he finally gotten my messages off, and that he had saved my phone number. Because of me he had gotten real good at masturbating.
I met him through another guy who set us up on a blind date. Charlie was under the impression that he was meeting a girl. When I was introduced to him, he turned the tables on the guy and acted like we and I were hitting it off. He held hands with me, put his arm around my shoulders and even kissed me when they dropped me off at the end of the night. He had clued me in to what he was doing, so I wouldn't be disappointed. I wasn't because we did become good friends.

We so wrecked the guy, that he got pissed and started a rumor on base that Charlie was gay. I ended up having to testify before a tribunal that he wasn't, and none of the guys I knew on base were. In those days the Airforce ran quite a witch hunt for gay soldiers. If the panel had been more conservative than they were, Charlie would have been kicked out just because he associated with a gay man.
The base commander knew me threw his straight son, and liked me, so he put a stop to the inquisition. I came and went on base at will, and I often went to the barracks to pick up friends who wanted to go surfing.


New recruits in the military are assumed to totally stupid. They are given instructions on everything
In one of the classes, there was a guy who wouldn't look at the instructor. When called down for it, he tried to explain that his religion taught him that the body was filthy, and to look upon it was a sin. The instructor was pissed, and asked him how he bathed. The kid told him, he washed in the dark, and used a cloth so he didn't touch his own body. He explained that he had never touched his own privates

from putting on their tying their shoes to brushing their teeth. One part of basic was to be taught how to take a bath in the field from their helmet. The instructor stripped naked in front of the fully dressed recruits, and put on a demonstration.
.
The instructor asked him how he took a piss. The kid tried to explain, but didn't do well so the instructor told him to demonstrate. The kid said he couldn't. He was given an order to demonstrate. He tried, but he was shaking so, that he couldn't even get his pants unzipped.
The angry instructor then ordered him to strip. After some time and yelling, the kid did as instructed. He was forced to stand at the instructor's side through the rest of the demonstration which included some of the class stripping and bathing.

After the demo, they dressed and marched back to the barracks. That is all but the kid, who was allowed to put his socks and boots on and nothing else.
Back at the barracks, he was given a hand full of washable marker pens, and told to stand at attention with them in hand in front of the day room. The others were told that each time they entered or exited the room, the were to sing in or out on HIS BODY.

I went to the barracks to pick up Charlie. Charlie's room was on the third floor. The kid was on the first. I walked in and saw him standing in the middle of the hall. I ran upstairs and asked Charlie what was going on. Charlie told me the story. He suggested we go down for a game of pool.
We walked up to the kid. He was written on all over his face, neck chest, back and arms. Some on his legs, but nothing on his butt or dick. Charlie signed in on his left cheek,

Then he gave me an evil look. I signed in on his upper thigh, curving down along his crotch.
That seemed to start things off. Several guys saw what we did, and started signing more sensitive places. It was in the evening now, and lots of guys were in and out of the day room getting soft drinks and watching TV. The poor kid was given an hour break to get something to eat and rest. Then, he was back, but allowed to stand at ease.
I had to pee, and ran out to the latrine. I forgot to sign out, and when I came back, I had to sigh out and in. I started right under his balls on his thigh, and went all the way down to his knee. The next guy was waiting for me to finish, and did the same on the other leg. We both brushed the kids sack when we started. Another guy suggested that since I liked that sort of thing, I should have signed his dick. I told him, maybe next time.

A while later, Charlie and I went to the restroom. When we came back, some guys were waiting and almost demanded I sign his dick. They handed me a pen, and I took his dick in hand. Here's what I wrote:
"I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but these guys aren't going to give either one of us a break until I do, so here I am holding your very nice, and growing dick, and trying to cover as much of it as I can, so I won't have to do it again, but if it keeps growing, I'll be here all night."
The whole hall was full of guys by the time I was finished. They were all laughing including, strangely enough, the kid. I finished and handed him the pen. Then a guy grabbed his dick and started cranking it around reading out loud what I wrote. They were all hysterically laughing as he twisted and pulled the boy's dick. The Sergeant came out to see what all the noise was. He got to laughing too. Then he said that if I wrote something on his sack, that he would be covered and could shower it off and leave the hall.I was handed the pen. The guys were cheering me on while I tried to think of something to write. Two guys lifted him up and spread his legs. I took up position between them. The kid was laughing as much as anyone else, as I started writing: "Well, here I am, in my favorite place, between a mans spread legs, with his balls in hand. I'm glad you aren't hairy. I hope you have gotten over your fears, and can start to enjoy your hot bod as much as I am. If you need any pointers, my phone number is, etc."
I actually put my phone number on his balls. The reading was once again as funny as my writing. The kid was released, and ran off to the showers. The crowd dispersed and Charlie and I went back into the day room. A few minutes later, the kid was standing in the doorway naked an dripping wet. All the writing was gone except the writing on this dick and balls. He had a totally pissed off look on his face.

The guy who's idea it was for me to sign his dick, had switched pens. I should have suspected something because it had a finer point. The kid saw him snickering and knew he was the guilty one. He ran after the culprit. Once he caught him he wrestled him to the floor and pinned him in a school boy pin. His dick and balls were inches from the clowns face. The kid said he should make him lick it off. Then he grabbed the guys head and forced his face into his wet crotch. He held him there smearing his face with balls and semi hard dick. Finally he let him up, and went back into the showers.
A couple days later, Charlie told me the kid said to tell me he finally gotten my messages off, and that he had saved my phone number. Because of me he had gotten real good at masturbating. I met him through another guy who set us up on a blind date. Charlie was under the impression that he was meeting a girl. When I was introduced to him, he turned the tables on the guy and acted like we and I were hitting it off. He held hands with me, put his arm around my shoulders and even kissed me when they dropped me off at the end of the night. He had clued me in to what he was doing, so I wouldn't be disappointed. I wasn't because we did become good friends.

We so wrecked the guy, that he got pissed and started a rumor on base that Charlie was gay. I ended up having to testify before a tribunal that he wasn't, and none of the guys I knew on base were. In those days the Airforce ran quite a witch hunt for gay soldiers. If the panel had been more conservative than they were, Charlie would have been kicked out just because he associated with a gay man.
The base commander knew me threw his straight son, and liked me, so he put a stop to the inquisition. I came and went on base at will, and I often went to the barracks to pick up friends who wanted to go surfing.


New recruits in the military are assumed to totally stupid. They are given instructions on everything from putting on their tying their shoes to brushing their teeth. One part of basic was to be taught how to take a bath in the field from their helmet. The instructor stripped naked in front of the fully dressed recruits, and put on a demonstration.
In one of the classes, there was a guy who wouldn't look at the instructor. When called down for it, he tried to explain that his religion taught him that the body was filthy, and to look upon it was a sin. The instructor was pissed, and asked him how he bathed. The kid told him, he washed in the dark, and used a cloth so he didn't touch his own body. He explained that he had never touched his own privates.
The instructor asked him how he took a piss. The kid tried to explain, but didn't do well so the instructor told him to demonstrate. The kid said he couldn't. He was given an order to demonstrate. He tried, but he was shaking so, that he couldn't even get his pants unzipped.
The angry instructor then ordered him to strip. After some time and yelling, the kid did as instructed. He was forced to stand at the instructor's side through the rest of the demonstration which included some of the class stripping and bathing.


Back at the barracks, he was given a hand full of washable marker pens, and told to stand at attention with them in hand in front of the day room. The others were told that each time they entered or exited the room, the were to sing in or out on HIS BODY.

I went to the barracks to pick up Charlie. Charlie's room was on the third floor. The kid was on the first. I walked in and saw him standing in the middle of the hall. I ran upstairs and asked Charlie what was going on. Charlie told me the story. He suggested we go down for a game of pool.
We walked up to the kid. He was written on all over his face, neck chest, back and arms. Some on his legs, but nothing on his butt or dick. Charlie signed in on his left cheek. Then he gave me an evil look. I signed in on his upper thigh, curving down along his crotch.

That seemed to start things off. Several guys saw what we did, and started signing more sensitive places. It was in the evening now, and lots of guys were in and out of the day room getting soft drinks and watching TV. The poor kid was given an hour break to get something to eat and rest. Then, he was back, but allowed to stand at ease.
I had to pee, and ran out to the latrine. I forgot to sign out, and when I came back, I had to sigh out and in. I started right under his balls on his thigh, and went all the way down to his knee. The next guy was waiting for me to finish, and did the same on the other leg. We both brushed the kids sack when we started. Another guy suggested that since I liked that sort of thing, I should have signed his dick. I told him, maybe next time.

After the demo, they dressed and marched back to the barracks. That is all but the kid, who was allowed to put his socks and boots on and nothing else.

A while later, Charlie and I went to the restroom. When we came back, some guys were waiting and almost demanded I sign his dick. They handed me a pen, and I took his dick in hand. Here's what I wrote:
"I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but these guys aren't going to give either one of us a break until I do, so here I am holding your very nice, and growing dick, and trying to cover as much of it as I can, so I won't have to do it again, but if it keeps growing, I'll be here all night."

The whole hall was full of guys by the time I was finished. They were all laughing including, strangely enough, the kid. I finished and handed him the pen. Then a guy grabbed his dick and started

I was handed the pen. The guys were cheering me on while I tried to think of something to write. Two guys lifted him up and spread his legs. I took up position between them. The kid was laughing as much as anyone else, as I started writing: "Well, here I am, in my favorite place, between a mans spread legs, with his balls in hand. I'm glad you aren't hairy. I hope you have gotten over your fears, and can start to enjoy your hot bod as much as I am. If you need any pointers, my phone number is, etc."
I actually put my phone number on his balls. The reading was once again as funny as my writing. The kid was released, and ran off to the showers. The crowd dispersed and Charlie and I went back into the day room. A few minutes later, the kid was standing in the doorway naked an dripping wet. All the writing was gone except the writing on this dick and balls. He had a totally pissed off look on his face.

The guy who's idea it was for me to sign his dick, had switched pens. I should have suspected something because it had a finer point. The kid saw him snickering and knew he was the guilty one. He ran after the culprit. Once he caught him he wrestled him to the floor and pinned him in a school boy pin. His dick and balls were inches from the clowns face. The kid said he should make him lick it off. Then he grabbed the guys head and forced his face into his wet crotch. He held him there smearing his face with balls and semi hard dick. Finally he let him up, and went back into the showers

cranking it around reading out loud what I wrote. They were all hysterically laughing as he twisted and pulled the boy's dick. The Sergeant came out to see what all the noise was. He got to laughing too. Then he said that if I wrote something on his sack, that he would be covered and could shower it off and leave the hall.
.
A couple days later, Charlie told me the kid said to tell me he finally gotten my messages off, and that he had saved my phone number. Because of me he had gotten real good at masturbating.

Comment As posted by "BudnBos" on Freeballing.com: I did skinny dipping for the first time this summer, and it was awesome... being in the water and at the beach nude. Most everyone else was nude also so it was no big deal
 

It may not be a big deal as far as flashing goes, but it's still a great thing to be nude and enjoying the surf and sand -Skinnydipping at San Onofre (see pic at right) -- that's the whole point of skinnydipping. I try to do that all summer long and whenever I can any time. I love getting out to Black's Beach in San Diego, Baker Beach in San Francisco, Russian River at Guerneville (CA) and San Onofre State Beach (just south of Orange County (CA) on I-5 (one hour north of San Diego). I had fun there in Feb-March and met up with one of my flasher buddies from the Net. (See his photo at left below).

Of course, it's more thrilling to try to get naked (with or without the swimming) at the pool, or jacuzzi, or the beach or anywhere that nudity isn't expected.   

I used to teach at a school (K-12) that had a pool. Since I had a key to the locker room (with access to the pool), I would sometimes go late at night and swim naked in the pool. I found out later on that one of male teacher had done the same but got caught and in trouble. Eventually, they beefed up security and put a stop to all late night swimming (changed locks).

 Sometimes, it's possible to get naked in a hotel pool or jacuzzi when not many people are around. At other times, I've tried going completely naked from my tent to the campground toilet / shower - at night of course - while camping. Have stripped and gone skinny dipping at many places - public parks, state and national parks - Yosemite has some (cold water freezes your balls!) great places for that. The Big Island (actually part of all the islands of Hawaii) have many beaches where it's possible to skinnydip without offending others. Waipio Valley - out from  Honokaa in the northeastern area of the Big Island has a great place where people frequently (spontaneously - not a regular practice and probably frowned on since there are
Deserted stretch at Waipio Valley (photo)

tourists (from the US mainland - Bible-belters) but once you descend the steep road downt the valley entrance (on foot - of course), you can cross the fresh water river that flows into the ocean, and go to the northern (deserted) stretch of the beach. I've seen many people get naked there (including me and friends) for skinnydipping. People  can just see tiny figures bobbing around from their lookout point at the time.

Of course, my all-time favorite place to skinnydip is Kehena Black Sand's Beach on Hawaii's Puna coast. It's not just about showing your goodies on a nude beach. It's a marvelous place where nature's splendour, the chance to swim with dolphins and see whales, mix with the convivial atmosphere of the local tradition of a hippie holiday romp on the beach - complete with all sorts of naked and semi-clothed characters - all of whom are welcoming, tolerant, and often buzzed.

 

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I recently went to my first Turkish baths on a trip to Eastern Europe during summer

vacation. I have been to gay saunas and bathhouses before, and also to bathhouses and spas in Austria, Japan, and other places. But it was my first time to go to an actual Turkish bath. My trip to Eastern Europe was a lot of fun. It was on this trip that I was able to visit the Kiraly Baths in Budapest, which seems to open daily, but Tues/Thurs/Sat are men-only days. Women have Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. 

  But don't think for a minute that sex between men doesn't happen, and besides it was a great opportunity for flashing. I was very glad to get the experience. I really did not know what it was actually going to be like -- so I did get my expectations up too high .. however, overall, I was very pleased with the experience.



After you pay cashier, you drop you ticket off with the guy at the inner door and are directed to the men's dressing room. Inside, there are separate cubicles where you undress and where you leave your belongs.

 That was a bit disappointing because I thought that there would be ample opportunity to flash (or to see guys undressing).

An attendant has a separate key to double lock your cubicle (supposedly to prevent theft - but more likely to prevent guys from inviting another into his rather spacious cubicle for sex.)





Also they mark the time you enter on the cubicle door, so they know how long you have stayed (and thus can charge you extra -- which I figure goes directly into the attendant's pocket).

When I was at the cashier's, I had thought about getting an oil massage, but figured the baths themselves would be relaxing enough. I hadn't realized that the masseurs were in
need of work and had a trick to get customers. A big guy in late 20s wrapped in a towel was the first to greet me when I climbed the stairs and entered the men's dressing room. He pointed out an empty cubicle and asked me to change and to leave my things. When I came out he was back, and then directed me back into a side room off just off of the rest area -- a large room with 20 or more lounge chairs. The cubicle attendant showed up then and double locked the door.
 
The masseurs seem to have a ruse to give an unsuspecting customer a

massage, but in my case, I was vaguely aware of the trick and knew they would probably charge me extra for a massage, but it was just 5-6 dollars extra so really would be worth it. What convinced me was the fact that when we got back to the massage room there was another guy getting one from an older masseur. The guy getting a massage was on his back and had on his swim trunks.
 
My masseur asked me to lie down on the table and when I started climb up, he said, "Take off you swim pants." When I sort of hesitated and looked over to double check the other guy and his masseur, the big guy reached up and pulled down one said of my trunks and repeated, "Take these off, please." I was immediately convinced that this was an excellent chance to flash and to feel great while it happened. 

I stripped and tossed my trunks aside and got up on the table face down and buttocks up. My cock swelled up just a bit once it was free and being observed so I adjusted it backward (so as to be seen). My masseur started immediately rubbing my legs and moved up calves to thighs and then my butt. It was a turn-on to be the only one lying there naked.. my masseur had a towel around his waist and so did the other one; the guy on thenext table was an older gentleman, so I figured that my masseur was being selective and wanted a chance to see the goodies on a young more fit guy-- not his typical client on a Tuesday afternoon (or maybe he know intuitively that I would not refuse the chance to be massaged in the nude).
 

Of course, I got a semi-boner as he worked my legs and came up to my hamstrings and then my buttocks. After about 5 minutes, he asked "do you want some oil" - -I think this was the way to confirm my permission to give a full massage because when I said yes, he added, "it will take about 30 minutes, OK?" So I knew by then it would cost me, but it was worth it (and not much anyway). It felt cool being kind of seduced into getting a massage and having it done in the nude when other guys came in and out of the adjoining room made it a rare treat for it to be totally acceptable to be naked and even erect in front of several men.

After he worked his way up to my head and neck, he asked me to turn over. I knew it was not use concealing my boner - I was not fully hard, but did become so once I was turned over and knew he could see me and so could anybody else who entered the rest-area immediately adjoining (no door just an open archway between the rooms).

That was truly hot and exciting.. but after a few more minutes the massage got me relaxed and my erection cooled down to a less obvious state of excitement. Before long the massage was over and he then said it was finished and then asked for the 3300 forints for the oil massage (same price as was listed at the cashier's when I came in). 

No complaints from me.. it was a very hot experience -- sort like being force stripped and teased into sexual excitement and then out of it.. a truly Turkish afternoon delight. 

I will tell more about my trip to the Kiraly Baths later and my other flashing exploits this summer in other blog entries later.

Flashing a New Found Buddy:  Getting naked with a clothed person you've just meet. An original posting by Kelly.

[ The photos are not me (except the one naked on the road near Kehena Beach below) and are added to aid the imagination.]

I got on a plane from Japan in July and sat next to a cute and friendly 29-yo

Japanese man. He had lived in Silicon Valley a couple of years back and was travelling to Honolulu to meet up with a friend he'd made in the US. He would not go into much detail but his 'friend' and he had made plans to meet up in Hawaii (actually on Oahu, in Honolulu at Waikiki) for 5 days. We had a good conversation and eventually I learned that his friend would not be arriving for another 12 hours after we landed. So I asked him if he wanted to hang out with me, go eat breakfast and spend some time at the beach.. He agreed and I had nothing better to do.

I guess I was hoping he would join me, but his sense of modesty (or str8ness) held him back. We headed out to the deserted beach and there was a local fisherman -- who probably would not have minded my nudity but my new friend's reluctance and sort of bashfulness left me high and dry and hot as a new lava tube ...

 I am not into flashing the world -- I just wanted to flash this cute guy and it got me hard thinking about his reaction -- I mean there are absolutely NO nude beaches anywhere in Japan.

However, contrary to what you might expect, there ARE plenty of opportunities for exposing / flashing and male-male nude camaraderie in Asian countries, particularly Japan. I have posted pics and whatever in posting at the freeballing ... dot ... com site about cross-cultural freeballing or more often exhibitionism. I know.. I know.. I'm getting off subject.... 

 

 

 

went further. Nevertheless, that just made more anxious to show off more to him.. so I started dripping pre-cum copiously. 


After I pulled off my pants and sat there naked, he apparently seemed to be afraid to stare -- probably because he noticed I was dripping a pool of pre-cum or maybe he was like a deer in the headlights or shocked or whatever.

  
 I regretted one thing -- that I did not ask him to take a photo of me -- or even better with both of us together - -him full clothed and me naked.