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    Spanking is an erotic activity  - not only as sexual gratification - but for the part it plays in discipline (father-son, coach - athlete, officer-soldier), in individual and group man-to-man communication, in a dominant/submissive relationship, being subjected to a older male's authority, as a form of male bonding (frats, sports team, hazing / initiation for male groups)  are situations I find increasingly erotically stimulating.

     

    For me, it combines several important gay male themes into one activity:  older-younger,  CMNM(clothed male / naked male),  submission / dominance, but without being focused on simply causing pain. While spanking can be pain-causing, it is normally not ever serious or permanently damaging. So it doesn't go as far as being real bondage or BDSM, which is scary for some guys.  It also can be a social or group event, occurring outside and in public, so it, therefore, has elements of exhibitionism and voyeurism, which also make it appealing.Spanking is turn-on for many guys - who don't realize it's part of the CMNM scene. There are no pictures on the site linked below, but there are lot of stories and also the chance for you to submit some stories of your own.  There is also a new Male Spanking Forum so you can get in touch with other guys who are into it, too.

     

    Whether you are looking for stories about over-the-knee spankings for naughty boys, the sting of the slipper on a deserving bare bottom, family discipline with paddle and belt, kids and teens playing fun CP forfeit games, the cane or birch administered strictly at school, college hazing, adult BDSM relationships, the whip and strap wielded mercilessly in military punishments or judicial discipline, poetry, magical or historical tales, or unusual CP implements such as a machine, martinet or sjambok, these search links will allow you to specify and find exactly what you want to read about!

     [Experts above directly from the MMSA site]

    Welcome to the New MMSA!   http://www.malespank.net/

    This is the new home of the Male-Male Spanking Archive. The reasons for this new URL and the history of this archive are explained in the MMSA FAQ page, linked above. There you will find policy statements from the site owners on the existing archive content we inherited and on new submissions to it.

    New to this site, however, is a moderated forum, also linked above, where authors and readers can mingle and have fun discussing the stories, writing generally, CP related issues (other than the pros and cons of real life corporal punishment of children) and give feedback on the archive itself. Please join in there!

    ---------- The above photos were forwarded in a group message ----------

                 From: Rom on the [CMNM] Google group.

    It seems that the guy doing the spanking is getting more of a kick of out doing the the deed than the guy is who is receiving the blows. His erection is about to pop out of his boxers. We'll have a bit of spanking at this weekend's CMNM events.

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    For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/cmnm?hl=en.

     

     

    Here are a few links I have found for sites that include photos or stories of male-male spanking:

     

    http://jockspank.blogspot.com/

    http://humiliatedguys.blogspot.com/

    http://amazinghazing.blogspot.com/

    http://scallyspank.blogspot.com/

    http://www.banged2rites.com/blog/

    http://jock-straps.blogspot.com/

    http://angelus-angelus1.blogspot.com/

    http://www.strip4me.info/

    http://azotesparachicos.blogspot.com/

    http://www.spankingcentral.com/

    http://mmspanking.blogspot.com/

    http://spankingcomics.blogspot.com/

    http://bhamspanking.blogspot.com/

     

    Forwarded by Rom, a member of the Google group: CMNM Spanking has many inter-relationship, social and psychological implications, but I wonder how many guys have craved to be the spanker or the spankee? What are you experiences being spanked (or giving them) for discipline or for initiation (ritualistic) or for sexual pleasure? Do you think there is a connection between being the naked guy and being the one spanked. It's probably logical..but I for one, want to be the naked guys who spanking the clothed men (boys) who have misbehaved or who have not lived up to my expectations (grin).

     


     

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    On a recent Dudesnude.com discussion forum, there was a question asked:


    Did you ever have Sex with a real porn star? How was it?
     
    GermanBoy3

     

    I personally did, two different guys. But I didn't see much difference other than I wad way more

    nervous than normal, cause both of them are so hot!


    So how was your experience?

     

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    hungboi19

    01 Oct 2011, 09:31

    I love how no one is mentioning the names lol. Confidentiality? :P

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    While I didn't mention any names on the Dudesnude.com site, I will show the photos of a few of porn stars that I have communicated with (Either in chat, via a blog comment, on Twitter or by other means). None of these communications has been live or in person (like via a telephone). There are a couple more, but they have quit working longer ago, and I have had no further contact with them, and don't even know how to get in contact. One of them, a young twink guy who called himself Trox , got semi-famous posting sex videos of himself using a dildo on Youtube (and other sites). Later he worked briefly with porn star Brent Everett's studio, but probably quit the porn job to start college. He should have finished by now, so he may reappear suddenly.

     

     

    Note: The first guy on the far left is also famous for his 'pissing boys' videos, who once made a porn film with one of the other, who is even more famous for his water sports action films.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    (The photo above of the guy next to the river is this blog's author.)

     

    Follow up: sunbuns99

     

    01 Oct 2011, 12:50

    Let me re-emphasize one of my points above.

    They _ARE NOT_ so stuck on themselves (as one may think) is what I had meant to write. However, it's true that they didn't make it to near the top of the gay porn industry by being sweet and docile either. They can be cocky, sometimes even arrogant, but then they do get fucked in the ass in most of their films.

    I guess I have an automatic affinity for those ex-porn stars who frequently (or exclusively) played popular bottoms. Those are the ones who are likely to get the bum rap or who can't adopt a new 'role' (by buffing up with muscle training and steroids) to play a BDSM top or a daddy bear when they start to get older, or reach the big 30 or 40 (and older).

    So my (oversensitive, almost female) brain gets all mushy over these poor sweet-butt hotties, who are getting a bit too old to play twinks, have a new hubby who wants him to quit porn, or who finally have developed aspirations to do some more challenging and creative with their lives - not that I am decrying their porn careers in the least.

     

     

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  • ----------The above CMNM medical fetish pics were forwarded message ----------

    From: Rom  on the [CMNM]a Google group

    A Visit to the Doctor

    byKen Nitsua©

    K. Nitsua. Copyright 2013 by the author.

    AUTHOR'S NOTE: Having sex with one's doctor is a potent fantasy for many adults, as the many stories written on this theme indicate. There are people, mostly men, who put a lot of time, effort and skill into making such fantasies come true for their lucky clients. The scenes they construct mix realistic medical procedures with varying proportions of bondage and domination. This is a warning that this particular story is about such a session, not an actual medical examination. KN


    I didn't have any trouble finding the office from the directions the doctor had given me. It was on a quiet residential street just off a main city thoroughfare. I parked in the driveway as he had instructed and walked toward the door. Up until now I hadn't been nervous, concentrating on the drive, but now my breath quickened and my heart began to beat faster.


    It hadn't been easy to get this appointment with such a distinguished physician. Dr. Roberts and I had an extensive chat online before he determined that I was qualified for one of his physical examinations.


    It was a hot late spring day. I had on a T-shirt, jeans with a jockstrap, my favorite underwear, underneath, and old Nikes. I wasn't going to keep the clothes on for long anyway, so there wasn't any need to dress more formally. 


    I was walking a little funny because my bladder was uncomfortably full. Dr. Roberts had told me to drink a lot of fluids before I came so that I could give a urine sample without difficulty as part of the physical examination. I'd overdone it a little in my eagerness to comply with his instructions. 


    I got to the door and knocked. It opened right away and finally I saw the doctor in the flesh. He was exactly as I'd hoped he'd be: tall, trim, and distinguished looking with neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper hair. He wore wire-rimmed glasses that accentuated a pair of friendly gray eyes. His teeth were white and even when he smiled.


    "You must be Dirk," he said, sticking out his hand. "Right on time. Come in and have a seat."

    He ushered me into a front room with a desk. He motioned me to sit in a chair in front of it, which I did. Sunlight filtered in through the shaded window. He rummaged in a box on the floor and pulled out a binder before he sat down.


    "Since it's your first visit to the Male Clinic, I'll do an intake interview with you," Dr. Roberts said. "Please answer the questions as thoroughly and truthfully as you can, even if some of them seem intimate or embarrassing. The more I know about your medical and sexual history, the better examination I can give you. Do you have any questions or concerns?"


    "No, Doctor. I'm prepared to answer your questions to the best of my ability. I'm putting myself in your hands."



    Dr. Roberts smiled. "Good. Let's begin." He opened the binder.


    The intake interview took fifteen or twenty minutes. The first questions were standard ones that I'd answered at doctor's offices many times before, about my medical history, past surgeries, any current symptoms, drug allergies, etc.


    Then Dr. Roberts' questions became more personal and detailed. He asked me whether I had any phobias, specifically about sensory deprivation or restraint. "No--in fact, the idea kind of excites me," I said truthfully, with a smile.


    "Good," he said, returning the smile. "Now there will be a series of questions about your sexual history. Again, please be as truthful as possible with your answers."



    We talked for ten or fifteen more minutes. By the time he was done with the questions my heart was beating fast and my cock was rock hard, even though my bladder was aching for release.

    "I think we're ready to begin," the doctor said. "Will you please follow me into the examination room?"


    We walked down a narrow hallway, past a bathroom, up a flight of stairs, and into a spacious room in the rear, which took up the entire width of the office. A padded examination table stood in the middle. The walls were lined with shelves, holding medical equipment of every conceivable kind. I recognized stethoscopes, padded hammers for testing reflexes, and a few other things, but there was too much for me to take it all in.



    "First," the doctor said. "I'd like you to undress down to your briefs. Place your clothes on this chair," he said, gesturing to one that stood nearby.

    "Yes, doctor." I unbuttoned my shirt with fingers that were trembling with excitement. In moments I was naked except for my jockstrap. I covered my crotch protectively with my hands and stood before him with downcast eyes for inspection.


    "Very nice," Dr. Roberts said. "You're wearing a jockstrap. You do that often?"


    "Yes, doctor."



    "Very good for scrotal support," he said. "And very sexy. Now this," he said, producing a paper hospital gown, "is not so sexy. I'm going to ask you to put it on."

    I put my arms through the short sleeves. He put his arms on my shoulders and gently turned me to tie the gown in back. I started as I felt his hand touch my bare butt.


    "Sorry, I know my hands are cold," the doctor said. "I'm going to ask you to sit on the examination table now."


    Perched on the examination table in the hospital gown and jockstrap, I watched as Dr. Roberts gathered together his equipment and put it on top of a cart covered with a towel. The exam began pretty routinely, as the doctor grasped my wrist and looked at his wristwatch while taking my pulse. He then looked into my eyes with a small light, then into my ears with another scope. He even produced a tongue depressor, pushed my mouth and tongue this way and that, and asked me to say "aah." I suppressed a smile at the old-fashioned procedures.

     

    "Now I'm going to take your blood pressure." He expertly wrapped the cuff around my upper arm and squeezed the rubber bulb. I felt the pulse inside my arm as he gradually let the air out.


    "One hundred ten over seventy," he announced. "Excellent. You're in great shape."


    "I work at it."


    His eyes scrutinized my body. "It shows."


    "Thanks."


    The doctor cleared his throat. "From here on I'm going to examine various areas of your body. It may be easier for me to do this if you remove the gown. If you are uncomfortable doing so, you may keep it on."


    I looked him in the eye. "I can take it off."


    "Good." He watched as I lifted my arms and undid the strings in back. I lifted it off and handed it to the doctor, shivering a bit in the chilly room.


    "Are you cold?"


    "A bit," I said truthfully.
    He looked at my chest. "I can tell. Your nipples are erect. We'll get some measurements in a minute." He put his face close to mine as he gently palpated the sides of my neck. "Checking your lymph nodes. No problem here." He then picked up a stethoscope and put the ends in his ears. "Now I'm going to listen to your heart and lungs." The cold metal pressed against my pectoral muscles, sending another shiver through me. "Good." He moved around me and the stethoscope pressed into my back. "Take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Again. Again. Good. Lungs are clear."              He came back and faced me again. "Stand and place your palms in back of your head, please. I'm going to inspect your skin for any suspicious looking moles or growths." I followed his instructions as he bent to put down the stethoscope. When he straightened he held a small magnifying glass. Dr. Roberts then moved in very close again as he started at my neck and moved slowly down my body with the magnifying glass, examining every inch of my skin. He put the glass in his pocket. I started to relax, but he said--


    "Keep your palms behind your head. We're going to do a little test."


    "What kind of test?"
     
     A slight smile. "In our preliminary interview you told me that your nipples were very sensitive. We're going to find out just how sensitive. Now, do your best not to move or react, no matter what I do."

    He stood very close in front of me and gazed into my eyes intently. I gasped as I felt the light, cool touch of a fingertip on each of my nipples. My breath quickened as his hands and fingers began to move, fondling, squeezing and gently pinching each nub of flesh. My cock swelled and strained against the pouch of the strap as the doctor continued the stimulation. Despite the doctor's instructions a small whimper of pleasure welled up from my throat. He smiled.


    "Remember what I said."
     
     
     
    "Yes, doctor," I gasped out with some difficulty.

    "Is this painful or unpleasant for you?"


    I laughed, unable to help myself. "Hell, no. Oh my god-it's wonderful."


    Dr. Roberts produced a metal tube from his pocket and squeezed out some of its contents onto his fingertips. "I see that your nipples are a powerful erogenous zone. Let's try some moist stimulation."


    When he began to rub the K-Y onto my tits I lost control, throwing back my head and moaning. It was all I could do to keep my hands locked behind my head. I felt moisture in my crotch and felt precum from the head of my cock soaking through the elastic webbing of my jock pouch.


    "Please, doctor-"


    "Yes?" The doctor said, continuing his stimulation.


    "I'll cum if you do that any more. No kidding."


    "Really? I guess that gives me my answer. Let's take a measurement." He produced a small metal ruler and pressed it against my chest. "One centimeter in diameter and a bit more in height when fully erect. You can lower your arms." He stepped back. I let my arms fall limp at my sides and stood, still panting, head hanging, a bit embarrassed that I had become so aroused.


    "I'd say on a scale of 1 to 10 of nipple sensitivity you're a 10. Next, turn toward the table so I can examine your back and buttocks." In a moment he said, "Bend forward and spread your cheeks."


    He knelt and spent a long time looking at the skin on my rear end, holding his face so close I could feel his breath on my cheeks and my asshole. I was trembling again from the cold and from the excitement of being scrutinized so intimately. He moved the glass down the backs of my legs, then asked me to straighten up again. He moved around to my front so that his face was right in front of the now moist pouch of my jock. His hands took hold of the waistband. "I'm going to lower this garment to examine the pubic area."


    He slowly pushed the jockstrap down my thighs. My cock flopped out, half-hard with excitement, the head glistening with the pre-cum I'd leaked already. The doctor once again took his time, passing the glass over my groin and pubic area. After the visual exam was done, he took my penis and lifted it with one hand, taking each testicle and cradling with the palm of the other, then gently rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.



    "In case you're wondering, I'm doing a testicular exam to check for cancer. This is the way to do it, if you don't know already."

    "Yes, doctor."


    "I see that you are circumcised. I'm going to take the head of your penis and press on it to spread the urethral opening. I'm checking for any discharge that may indicate disease."


    I was looking around the room, trying desperately not to let myself throw a full-boned erection. Feebly I tried to joke about the situation. "You can probably tell I'm discharging already."


    Doctor Roberts' voice was dry. "A normal by-product of sexual excitement, quite harmless." I gasped as I felt his finger spread the pre-cum over the head of my cock, sending a wave of pleasure through me. "Checking the consistency of the fluid. Totally normal pre-ejaculate."
     
    He took hold of my jock, but instead of raising it back in place he pushed it all the way down to the floor and looked up at me.

    "With your permission, I'm going to remove your garment. The rest of the examination will be easier if you are completely unclothed. Are you comfortable with this?"


    I was trying not to shiver. My breathing was quick. My heart was beating fast with nervousness-and arousal. I nodded. "Whatever you say, doc."


    "Good." He lifted both my feet out of the strap, picked it up, and put it on top of the rest of my clothes. "Now I'd like to get a urine sample." He stepped to a nearby table, picked up a large glass laboratory beaker, and turned back to me.


    My bladder was painfully full, but even so, it's always hard to pee in front of another person, particularly when you're naked and semi-hard and the other person is clothed and staring intently at you. My first attempts to get the stream started were a total failure. I sighed with frustration.



     
    "Would turning away from me help? You can if you wish."

    "Thanks." I turned around, closed my eyes, took some deep breaths and tried to relax. Finally golden liquid began to flow into the container. And flowed. And flowed. The relief was exquisite. By the time I was finished the beaker was nearly full. I turned back to the doctor and held it out. He smiled.


    "Your bladder sure was full, wasn't it? This will have to be held until we can send some to the lab." He took the container and left the room. In a moment he was back. "You've been very cooperative so far. Good job."


    I blushed and lowered my eyes. "Thanks, doctor."



     
    I felt a hand under my chin, gently but firmly lifting my head until my eyes met his. "As this medical exam continues you may experience some psychological as well as physical discomfort. I can assure you that anything that I do is for your health and welfare. Are you prepared to obey without question, to trust me?" His gaze was level, his voice cool and professional. I nodded without hesitation.

    "You're the doctor. I'll do anything you say."


    "Good boy." He smiled. "We're going to go back to the examination table. I'd like you to mount it and assume the position on your hands and knees." 


    I walked to the table, shivering with cold and excitement. I climbed on and crouched as the doctor had ordered, elbows and knees on the padded top of the table, my bare ass in the air.


    "Lower your head. I'm going to take your temperature rectally. It's the most accurate way, though most doctors don't want to embarrass their patients."


    I gasped as something narrow, cold and rigid was inserted into my asshole. My muscles automatically clenched around it. I felt the doctor's hand on my cheeks, trapping the thermometer between his fingers, preventing it from being drawn in and disappearing into my insides.



     
    Doctor Roberts chuckled. "A strong response. I'm going to have to hold it in place. Stay as still as you can. This will only take a minute."

    The room fell silent except for the raspy sound of my breathing. My face was on fire with embarrassment as I was forced to hold this humiliating pose. My cock was rock hard underneath me. I could feel precum being squeezed from its tip every time my rectal muscles involuntarily clenched around the thermometer. Occasionally the doctor's fingers holding the thermometer in place moved, seeming to caress my cheeks. Finally he grasped the thermometer and withdrew it.


    "Ninety-eight point six. Absolutely normal. Now will you turn over onto your back, please."


    Once I was on my back, he began to press on various places on my lower body, palpating my organs, occasionally asking me to take deep breaths and let them out. Although he approached my private parts, he did not take hold of them as he had earlier. His touch was firm and professional and I began to relax a bit.


    "Doing okay?" The doctor asked. I nodded.


    "Good. I want you to be relaxed for this next phase of the examination. I'm going to test your sensory perception when you are deprived of visual cues," said the doctor. "I will blindfold you with a special light-blocking mask, very high-tech, and restrain your limbs. This is so that you will focus exclusively on the sense being tested. Are you ready?"



     
     
    "Yes, doctor."

    In a moment Dr. Roberts loomed above me with the high-tech blindfold. It looked like a pair of safety goggles, but completely black. Sure enough when he placed in on my face and tightened the strap around my head everything became pitch black even though nothing was touching my eyes and they could stay open.
     
    I felt my legs being gently spread apart, and fastened in place with straps. My arms were then lifted over my head. The doctor gently made me bend them until my hands almost touched my head. I heard the clink of metal and felt something soft encircle first my right, then my left wrist. I realized I was spread-eagled and shackled to the table. A thrill of mingled arousal and fear passed through me as I realized how completely at his mercy I was now. I had no choice but to trust him, fully and completely.

    "We will begin the test now," the doctor said in a soft voice. "I will touch various parts of your body with various objects and substances. Describe to me any sensation you feel-temperature, pressure, sharpness, anything. There should not be anything that will cause you more than mild to moderate discomfort. If at any time you want the test to stop, indicate your wishes by saying 'mayday.' Do you understand?"


    I nodded. "'Mayday'. Got it."

     


    "Here we go."  

    A moment later I chuckled. "Very gentle touch. Your fingertips on my stomach."


    "Right." I gasped as my right nipple was fondled, lightly and gently. "A-a feather?"


    "Mm hmm. Good. Are you ticklish?"


    Before I could answer I started as the same object touched my rib cage.


    "Yes!"


    The doctor's voice took on a teasing note. "Are you?" He tickled me again with the feather and I shouted with laughter, jerking and straining at my bonds. "Stop! Please!"


    "Okay, I will. For now," he said, in a mock-ominous tone.


    A pause, then I felt cool moisture on my stomach and a sharp minty aroma filled my nostrils. "Whew, feels cool. Ben-Gay?"


    "That's right. A little menthol rub." The next moment I gasped as the same substance was applied to my nipples. The pleasure was exquisite and I sighed and strained at my bonds as the doctor's fingers continued to move in gentle circles on the sensitized nubs of flesh.



    "Oh God," I moaned.

    "You're getting erect again," the doctor observed in a dry voice. "Yes, your response to nipple stimulation is an exceptionally strong one."


    He withdrew his hands. A pause, and then I heard a sound, which I recognized as the striking of a match. The sharp odor of sulfur assailed my nostrils. A thrill of real fear raced through me.


    "Wh-what are you doing?"


    "Now, now, don't worry. I promised-no pain, no physical injury. Maybe just a bit of discomfort, though."



     


    The next moment I screamed, more in shock than in pain, as I felt something burning hot drop onto my right thigh. It quickly cooled to a tolerable warmth and I braced myself for another hit.

    "Ah!" Another fiery liquid hit on my ball sac.


    "You haven't told me what you think it is," the doctor murmured.


    "Candle wax, it's fucking hot wax!"


    "Very good." Two more hits, one on each nipple. My back came off the table as I cried out each time the melted wax hit a sensitive zone. I strained uselessly against the bonds holding me in place. I was panting with mingled fear and yes, arousal.


    "OH FUCK!" I screamed, as flaming agony erupted from the head of my erect cock, where the doctor had dropped one more splash of wax.



    "Had enough?"! Yes! Please stop! Mayday!"

    "You needn't worry about suffering any permanent damage. Paraffin melts at a very low temperature, actually. Just hot enough to give you a bit of a jolt. Now lie still and I'll remove the blindfold."


    When I could see again I looked down at the splotches of congealing wax on my body, the skin pink underneath each one, then up into the doctor's face.


    "Amazing how lack of vision increases sensitivity, isn't it?"


    There was nothing I could say to this, so I didn't say anything. Dr. Roberts scraped the lumps of wax off with his fingertips, being gentle with my somewhat softened cock, and brushed the crumbs off the table. He released me from my bonds.
     
    byKen Nitsua




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  • Daddy Was Curious Too 

     by  loganmayer©














       




    My dad and I didn't start having sex until I was 18, this was around the time I had come out to my family that I was gay. I was home from my first semester of college around Christmas time. The house was empty except my dad and I. I had a question for him about what to get my mother for Christmas, so I went into his room, and as soon as I walk in the door, my dad walks out of his bathroom wet and completely naked.





    It was really awkward for me but he didn't seem to mind it because he didn't try to cover up at all; he just let his hairy juicy half erect cock hang there. I could tell he was jerking off in the shower. 

    I couldn't help but stare right at his cock, which was getting bigger by the second. I look up and my dad is looking right at me with a huge smile. I struggled to ask him my question about what to get my mom, he replied, "It can wait."

     He walked over closer to me and asked me what I thought about this situation. Not going to lie, by this point I have a full on boner and I had no intention of hiding it, I got the feeling he didn't want me to. I told him, "It's getting me hard." That was when he grabbed my crotch, "Lets go get cleaned up," he said. I was speechless.


    We walk into his bathroom and he starts to take off my clothes. When he got to my pants, I could feel his hands shaking with anticipation as he paused and looked up at me with a huge smile on his face and asked if I was okay with what was about to unfold. You need to know, my dad isn't the smiley type; the smile he had on his face was the biggest smile I have ever seen him have. I knew he had been fantasizing this moment for as long as I had been and knew that whatever happened next would be extraordinary.
    We get in the shower and he starts washing me. He washed my back as he kissed my neck ever so softly. Pulling me closer into him, leaving no space between us, he washed my chest and abs from behind. I could feel his rock hard cock pressed against my butt and wondered how long I would have to wait until it was inside me. He turned me around so I was facing him. We gazed into each other's eyes. It was my turn so I reach for the soap but he stops me, takes the soap, and gets on his knees. He started on my legs, kissing them as he slowly cleaned his way up, until he got to my inner thigh right below my cock, which is fully erect and right in his face. I watch him as he stared right at my cock as he reaches behind me in order to thoroughly clean my ass. I reach for his head and pull it in towards my cock. I couldn't believe it; my dad had my cock in his mouth.

    I watched as he devoured my cock, it was as if he couldn't get enough. I'm embarrassed to say it, but I didn't last very long. I told him I was going to cum but he didn't stop. So with my cock in his mouth, his fingers in my ass, and mine in his hair, I pulled his face in and shoved my cock so far down his throat and came; he loved it. We finished up in the shower and moved to his bed.


    This time I knew it was my turn to please, so I started on his cock right away. I could feel my cock getting bigger as I sucked him. He was loud, moaning in pleasure as he got his cock sucked. I was fully ready to swallow my dad's load, but he had other plans. He pulled me close to him and we start to kiss. I never knew how passionate he was until this moment.


    We kissed for a good ten minutes while he grabbed at my ass. I knew what he had in mind, so I got up, turned around, and got on my hands and knees and told him, "Fuck me daddy." He didn't hesitate. He began eating out my freshly cleaned asshole and before I knew it, he was shoving his thick 8" cock into my asshole. He didn't use a condom or lube. I cried out in pain as he shoved his cock deeper and deeper into my ass. He seemed to like my screaming because he didn't pull out to lube anything up, he just went to town. It's starting to feel good. The pain starts to morph into pleasure and before I know it my screams change to moans. Next thing I knew he turned me on my back grabbed my ankles and spread my legs out wide.


    He's pounding my ass. "Harder!" I manage to say.   And without hesitation he goes harder, faster, and gets louder. I'm screaming at this point, he is hitting my g-spot perfectly and I start to feel nothing but euphoria. I grab my leaking cock and jack off as we make eye contact. I felt my cock swell and my ass tighten, and he must have known because he drops my legs and comes in close and kisses me and thrusts once more and...bliss.


     It was as if our bodies were in sync because we both came at the same time. This was the best orgasm I have ever experienced. The feeling of a huge cock rammed into my ass, warm cum jetting deeper into my asshole, my father biting my neck in pleasure as he experiences seeding his son, and cumming all over my chest.

    What made it the best was that it was my dad. The cock that made me gave me its seed. We just laid there in the same position, just kissing for what felt like hours, until we heard the garage open, and as soon as it had started, it had ended. We had sex regularly until I left for school for second semester about a month later. We continue to have sex to this day and it is still as glorious as our first time.

    Story by loganmayer





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  •   One among many: naked vs clothed Originally uploaded by guys2ncmnm


    This article is a personal rumination about the pleasures and difficulties of trying to organize a live CMNM event. There are lots of problems in getting a thing like this organized - perhaps I've bitten more than I can chew -- not to be too funny about it.
     For one thing .. CMNM is about what it says it means = clothed males / naked males - it's just that that can mean a lot of different things too. It's not exactly the same as flashing a total stranger - although it could be that.

    While the guys involved may be strangers (or even friends/acquaintances), there is a usually mutually agreed upon enjoyment for the nude guy(s) as well as the clothed - which is not always true when flashing - the flashee gets an eyeful whether he likes it or not.


    For some, it's about dominance and subservience that matters.. so an element of hazing is desired -- commanding and obeying.. but I'm not really keen to get in those type of role-playing games (BDSM) with total strangers - whom I'll never meet again.


    So how this CMNM event that can be accomplished with guys who meet in a public place for the first time will depend on who participates and where it happens. So that's another reason why I couldn't write the details... they are put together yet. I'm only a visitor - staying 3 days/2 nights.

    We could meet the first night to plan what to do sometime the next day.



    Another reason for no details is security.
    Putting all the details about precise location and times and everything may get the word out
     better.. but it also opens it up as a target - there ARE people who in the world who have nothing better to do than badger or humiliate men who love men. So it's best to leave the details fuzzy on publicly visible boards - such as dickflash.com




    So far only a couple of other guys have indicated a desire to join..- actually only two guys on this site, and a couple from elsewhere... (on this the Guys Into CMNM blog and on other sites) but also.. no one has any given any real ideas about what/when/where or how such a CMNM meetup / hookup / party can be or should be.

     

     
    I don't live in London or really know it that well.. but I have
    been several times and can get around. If you do a bit of looking online, you'll find that the address is an accommodation There is several possibilities. Since I'm already booked for a short stay there. I was thinking that our CMNM event(s) could possibly center around that location. I've had plenty of opportunities to be naked (or see naked men) while staying in a hostel. One problem is this one is not male-only - although it depends on the room

    and how many guests are staying. Also, in some hostels, local residents are not allowed to stay or sometimes the guests are not allowed to have visitors. I don't think that's the case.. but I'm not exactly sure. I've heard that the shower rooms afford some chance to some 'accidental' exposure.




    We could do something so innocent as:


    1) meet in the in-house bar/restaurant for drinks or snack,

     2) come visit me in my dorm room - and then get around to getting somebody naked - either one of our 'cmnm' group or maybe some of the other guys staying in the room (is that unethical?) -- maybe? But it could be a whole lot of fun.

     

     3) having a party in the room and play strip poker (or an easier kind of game where the loser has to remove a piece clothing until some (or all are naked).

    4) More clever would be for several of our 'cmnm' group staying in the same or nearby rooms and then pretending not to know each other.. .. so we can get some going like one guy jerking off in his bunk, and then another guy (our member joining in). It would get some of the other guys (not our group) horny and they would join in the fun... Maybe a little farfetched... but you never know until you try. Outside the hostel... it's very large and could be very crowded


    5) doing some naked dares and having buddies to watch out / bring your clothes to a rendezvous point, or take photos, etc. ...

    6) going to a bar/club where nudity is either allowed or required



    7) perhaps some one would be willing to host a small group in his apartment, office lounge after hours..etc...

    8) Another idea is to have pre-selected roles for a type of simulation - visit to a doctor's for an exam. One guys in the patient, another two play the role of physician and or specialist, there could be a male nurse who gives sponge baths.  It's up to your imagination.
     

    Am I losing you here? There are other roles that come to mind.. but it takes a bit of energy, a passion for realism but fantasy, and a place where that could happen. I've written more than I had thought. So far I've not heard from anyone in Greece.. so it appears that London will be the first 'cmnm' event that would actually get off the ground.. and that is still not determined.

     Let me know what you think or how you would see it working?
    If you can make any suggestions, that would be great.
    Kelly  (sunbuns / sunbun99 / sunbunz)

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