The Big Outdoors: Nature's Call to be Nude

There's something definitely spiritual about the attraction for and the effect that the Great Outdoors has on the male psyche and also his libido. There are few men who do not report that they have had had the urge, and are likely to have acted upon it, to abandon their clothes and to commune with the glorious beauty of nature by getting totally nude. For some of us, it acts like an aphrodisiac.

Ready to go get naked in the great outdoors

by Jamie Lewis Hedges

Issue date: 5/8/03 Section: Sports

As the days get hot, people get naked!

One day last year I was paddling solo down a beautiful creek in the Midwest. I was scouting a route for a class I would be bringing there the follow

ing week. I had started out in the early chill of the day, but by noon the sun was out and the air was hot. I was concentrating on soaking up the heat, the sound of my paddle in the water, the aesthetics of the trees hanging over the banks.

As I rounded a bend in the river, another canoe approached from behind about six feet off the port side. The person at the bow of the canoe, dressed in an old T-shirt and shorts, was happily paddling forward, completely oblivious to the person at the stern, who was dressed in ... well, nothing but a smile.

"Great day to get naked!" He shouted.

The other person laughed to himself, apparently thinking the guy behind him was joking.

"It sure is!" I called back.

The person at the bow began to sense there was something amiss. The poor guy looked over his shoulder to see that he was the only clothed person in his canoe. Apparently, a fifteen-foot vessel was not large enough for him to be sitting in front of a naked redneck in the middle of nowhere. He started paddling as though he could make his end of the canoe outrun the back end.

Every now and then I spy an article in an outdoor magazine that mentions, in brief, the interest people have in nude recreation. People have hiked the Appalachian Trail with nothing but their boots and socks on, rappelled wearing nothing but their harnesses and I've even heard of naked skydiving! It would surprise you some of the things people do naked, but who hasn't gone skinny dipping?

In broaching the subject of nude recreation, I hear people say, "Sorry, but there are some people I don't want to see naked." Come on now. How many of us really look like Leonardo DiCaprio in The Beach or Kate Bosworth in Blue Crush? Why should the

fun be relegated to the beautiful? Goddess or gremlin, we all need some sun. Some more than others.

Let me point out that in many areas, recreational or not, nudity is illegal. This is where the American Association for Nude Recreation comes in. I met some representatives of this organization two years ago at a convention in Denver, Colo. They were very cordial, professional, open and dedicated to making nude recreation socially acceptable. They candidly explained that the AANR works to ensure both freedom and access to nature in clothing-optional locations. To this end, they work through educational, professional and political means to promote the validity of nudity as a means of recreation.

In view of a potential fine and the potential reactions of those unexpectedly encountered, why do some people prefer their recreation sans apparel?

I've heard it referred to as a "baptism into nature." Our entire body is one big sensory organ. We never experience anything as much as when we throw our whole selves into it. The person who watches a DVD about Mt. Hood won't know the emotions of the person who climbs it. The person who walks beside Opal Creek won't know the exhilaration of the person who jumps in it. The person who hikes into the Grand Canyon won't feel the same intimacy as doing so without the inhibition of clothing

I think it's like being on a road trip and turning a corner to see the most spectacular view spread out in front of me. The first thing I do is roll down the window. Then I start looking for a place to pull over, leave the car and stare uninhibited at the beauty before me. Maybe it's also like looking into the face of someone I find truly beautiful, someone I truly want to know. I naturally want to reach out and touch them, to remove the inhibition of silence that separates use.

It's about removing inhibitions. The window glass between me and the view inhibits what I want to see clearly. The distance between you and that person inhibits what you want to hold. So the reaction is to stop and reach out. At this point I am reminded of how many beautiful opportunities we have every day, in the faces of the people we pass.

We allow too many inhibitions to keep us from reaching out and seeing each other clearly. It seems we are so tightly clothed and constricted by so many things that we maintain a glass of social indifference between us and the lives of others. I am not suggesting that we should all be required to walk around naked, but if we could simply stop and reach past our inhibitions once or twice, we'd find that the next person is just as human as we are. In truth, clothing doesn't make the man, because the human is underneath.

Skinny dippers unite!

If you are interested in getting naked or the American Association for Nude Recreation, see http://www.aanr.com/ for more details.

Jamie Lewis Hedges is an outdoor columnist for The Daily Barometer. He can be reached atbaro.sports@studentmedia.orst.edu.

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CMNM in the Barracks

CMNM in the barracks 
An original story

by Willy

wilwank1 wrote: When I was 21, I lived with my folks near an airforce base in Florida. I had a lot of G.I. buddys. 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. I know this was a long introduction, but you have to know all this to understand the rest of the story which is totally true. Some of the story was related to me by Charlie, and some was first hand. Now to the part Charlie told me: 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. Charlie said that 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. Here's where I came in: I went to the barracks to pick up Charlie. Charlies 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. Willy

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Risks of Flashing --Imagined or Actual or Virtual

On a morning walk in the cemetery a few days back, I pulled off my pants - always wear a loose

fitting cargo pants and freeball. So it's easy to quickly do a bit of 'stealth flashing' -- I call it 'stealth' since I don't believe anybody is watching. It's just the fact that they might or could at any moment -- there are cars intermittently passing along a lane about 50 m behind me. I got excited and just seconds later starting jerking off until I ejaculated (came / cum).

Showing 'face' when your flashing or 'innocently' exposing yourself to strangers is actually less risky than doing so on the Internet. I mean there are only a limited number of people who actually see you and many don't really 'see' you at all. Even if they do, they don't want to act on it (confront your personally or even call the police and press charges) and then they don't have 'proof' - just their word against yours.

I was once arrested for lewd conduct charges (a felony in Mass). It happened while on vacation

near Provincetown in 2005. It was a police officer who saw me -- although I was just 'pissing,' which I was, he claimed I was trying to flash him (I was wearing a skimpy see-thru pair of shorts but he could not have seen that from the distance he was when he first noticed me). I was not convicted -- of course --the case was dismissed because it was a case of false arrest/police brutality / insufficient evidence / unlawful seizure of evidence (my camera), I obtain the services of a local lawyer who had experience with theis particular police department. It seems they often made this kinds of arrest in order to discourage 'perverts' from coming into their community - -not Provincetown township but another one further down (south) the Cape.

But the whole trauma of the experience taught me some valuable lessons. For one, it made me realize how vindictive and self-rightheous some people are -- including well-meaning and

hardworking police officers -- most of whom I have a great deal of respect for the dedication.

However, flashing on the net or letting your face get shown may have some risks that you cannot control or may not even realize until years later.

Thanks to one reader especially for being encouraging without being condescending: His comments on DF (another site -- see by blogroll or left sidebar for the link).

very nice! and a blurred face is better than no face! thanks
_________________Naked and Shaved Toronto asian male

I have lived in communities where a Causasian male (which I am ) is a rare minority , so it means I would have no trouble being picked out of a police line-up. Toronto has a very multi-ethnic community - there are about 800,000 people of Chinese origin alone live in great Toronto -- at least you can 'pass' for a local. I can't where I am living now - that's why I guess I went overboard last summer and was a little bit too careless while vacationing on Cape Cod. I thought I blended in as to be unrecognizable - virtually invisible. Yet, many people (including me) may be under a similar illusion (or should I say delusion) that only strangers, learing and salivating ones, who eggs us on in our sexploits -- not matter how mild they be in reality. We think we are invisible - elusively transparent to the larger world because the Internet is so vast and non-interactive (just a like exposing oneself in a window at night that you think is boarded up or that no one can see through, but, in fact, they might very well be 'watchers' - who are only taken pleasure the eventual havoc that they will reak upon you for daring to exposing skin or splatter sperm.

The other interesting phenomena and potentially dangerous new development that could make

flashing (exposing one's genitals and face) on the Internet a whole lot riskier for people who define themselves as flashers, exhibitionists and exposers than actually doing it in their own neighborhoods are:

1) the tendency for the Christian right to categorize them as sex offenders -- the same as child rapists and baby killers. Once classified as a sex offender (even perhaps for a misdemenor like 'urinating in public', a person might become a public enemy, be listed in the newspaper or on child sex offenders Internet alert sites and community watch groups. Getting frantic -- I know - but you'd end up having a GPS devcie attached to your body (which parts ) so that MADF (Mothers-Against-Dick-Flashers) would be protesting outside your house and making police calls on your whereabouts and activities. - farfetched, I admit. But if Bushamerika gets into Patriot Act in the full force, it could become a reality.

2) the new Internet technologies for tagging pics, passing data including pics and tags through RSS feeds even further around the globe, and geotagging - ties/links an Internet object (user, picture, file) to a specific geographic spot.

I know this is off-topic , but it was my topic (Walking the Dog) in the first place so I doubt the moderator's will mind. I usually do a lot of thinking while I am 'walking the dog' which is both a methophor for 'wagging the wiener', freeballing in the open air, airing out the family jewels. But it also is REALLLY what I am doing -- taking my pet dog for his daily walks. I also think about flashing both as my hobby and also about it repercussions and consequences too - while I'm enjoying the solitude and occasional chance to peek-flash some guy (see separate, earlier posts for the narratives)

Back the to thesis --
We know there is tracking of what you purchase and even what you're interested in (sites that you have visited leave cookies that search engines can pick up and then display ads that are related to the types of sites (products) you've been visiting. Google does that big time.
So it's not too big of a stretch to think that pics (or other data files or media objects), which you download or that you place on your website or public / private profile on some social network, or that you even look at briefly online, might leave discernible and followable traces.

I've got profiles all over the net and many pics with and without my face -- both under my real

name and my various alias (sunbuns is not my 9-5 working world identity). Someday somebody is going to find a way (my conspiracy instinct says they already have) to collect these traces (tags) or at least connect them like dots. So they'll start selling the information (klandestinely of course) for ostensibly purposes of security and anti-criminal protection but the personal id info will most certainly also be used to defame and try to ruin the reputations of people (basically good upstanding citizens -- like me and you) for political gain, religious cleansing, or profit from blackmail or pay-offs.

Sorry to take a sinister lapse into the dark side of the net...
But hey, forgive me. It's my real birthday today. I'm 39 - yep! Well, at least 'sunbuns' thinks he is or at least won't admit to being any older than that - and he usually says he's younger). I remember a comment your once made in another posting -- most of the people on this site (who are interesting in or doing flashing) are in the 40s and 50s.

In honor of the fact that I'm chicken to show my face here's another pic -- not only faceless but too headless from one my walking-the-dog hikes into the local cemetery. If I get any more 'invisible' - I might as well be dickless. Sometimes I think it will be good to be reborn as a dickless being (a female?) in my next life. If I am not recognizable, maybe my dog will be. 

On the public profiles, I was referring to in my post above is located at Dudesnude.com -- a gay social networking site (I feel like a 'old' man among the 'twinkish' - hipster GQ types plastered all over the home page. But what the hell -- I like college-age dudes - and sometimes they like a guy who's more mature and obviously well-endowed (I don't mean 'big' dicked).

http://www.dudesnude.com/member/9156

If you visit it, you can see a slide show of guys showing off in public. Which means that ANYONE can see the photo and the profile - if someone is savvy enough they can probably find out my IP address from the uploaded pics or code. So -- it's not all just conspiracy. Someday I'll be knowledgeable enough to prove my thesis by showing you exactly how it might work.

I collect such pics and thousands of others. I am turned on more by 'real' photos of real guys getting nude and being naked, male and happy about it, than the slick, hard-glossed superstuds and huge meaty cocks of the porno models.
I have them in Flickr and a few thousand save in Yahoo Photos - only friends can see them - unlike Dlist and GW - my profiles and pics are password protected. I realize it is not much security (protecting one's identity from theft or blackmailing/blackballing) but usually like-minded people of the same persuasion join a gay or porno site. That's not the case with these two new entries, GW and Dlist. Even Yahoo 360, MySpace and Tribe.net don't allow just anyone to see a profile (or at least the parts you don't want made public).
Kelly (sunbuns or sunbuns99)

Flashing as a Way of Living

It amazes me that I can walk down the street on any morning of the week wearing a mesh athletic pants (liner removed) and never get a stare. I've been getting a little more daring but still most people are just oblivious. I know when I am out walking or going somewhere, my eyes are constantly on the 'crotch watch' and looking at guys' butts. I guess that's is part of what makes me (I'm surely not alone here) work differently. Well, I sort of got a look for a guy in a passing car. He was working in the cemetery so saw him a minute later but he was not alone. I chickened out of strolling by -- he was busy. It's getting cooler so the mesh pants won't work too much longer.

I have been asked where I got these pants. I know several online underwear and sportswear stores

have them but those are more expensive and more see-thru than you might need. I found these at either Walmart or Kmart - but Sears or JCPenny, etc would have them - although more expensive. (US but I'm sure there are equivalent stores in the UK and Australia - I'm not sure about continental Europe, however, they are probably manufactured in China, so they're likely to be found anywhere. They are in men's athletic or sportswear section. Sometimes you can find a bargain price. Check the size of the mesh on the outer layer. Some have a very tiny mesh but these were a larger weave - allowing more visibility. If you can take out the lining only on the front of the pants - so that when heads turn the pants will look like ordinary ones. If you lucky enough to be noticed, then at least they can just wonder if they really saw your cock or just the illusion of it.

Being a closet flasher I enjoy wearing my mesh shorts or athletic pants (liner removed) outdoors. Amazingly however, I rarely get noticed -- even when I don't wear a long shirt that would cover up the fact that I'm freeballing and hanging loose. There are different sized mesh weaves so the amount of transparency varies on the garment and whether it's sunny or cloudy (amount of light) affects how see-thru they appear.

For the first time in a pretty long while, I actually did get noticed. I went out about 7 a.m. the other day wearing my long mesh pants to take a morning walk -- without my dog. Lately I've been taking the dog out and hour or so later than that. Along came

someone on a bicycle who I've seen in the neighborhood before but haven't for a long time. He's a gardener / landscaper who works at a nursery nearby.
I remember him because he's used come early to pick up the company truck parked in a lot across from where I live. He would arrive on his bicycle and then proceed to stand sideways out in front the parked vehicle and take a long piss (just about every morning). I had noticed this habit - not because I was spying on him - but I'd see him when I came out to get the paper, looked out the window, He was apparently not deliberately exposing himself -- at least from my viewpoint.

          Yet I always wondered if he were sort of doing it on purpose. If he's coming to work by

bicycle, his own place couldn't be that far away. For a year or so, his company uses a different parking lot for their vehicles so I've not seen him taking a morning piss. Well, that other morning, as he rode passed me on his bicycle his eyes centered in on my freeballing cock in these mesh pants which was just hanging partly below my shirt. He turned in from a side road and so his view of it was just a short glance, but he definitely reacted. Because he had earphones on, as was listening to music, he could not heard himself but I heard him mumbled just as he passed me 'goddamn! or something like that, doing a double take.

Somehow I don't think he was not as shocked as he was surprised -

maybe even delighted -- that there was somebody in his neighborhood he would do what he's been thinking about so long (his pissing in public was just his way of innocent flashing). So I now I think he might have been getting his own thrills as he 'innocently' pissed in public ever morning.
I know there are many -- if not most freeballers - who do wear no underwear for a lot different reasons than the thrill of accident exposure. But I think there might at least be a element of thrill of being seen for a good many -- even showing a VPL (visible penis line) through your pants/short that are NOT mesh must be appealing to some freeballers. Wearing mesh and semi-transparent or see-thru or ripped clothes with holes while freeballing is more further step along in that direction.

By the way, beside mesh pants/short does anybody get off wearing ripped jeans? I've got some old ones I cut off as short but they are full of holes in the crotch so somebody can get a look at skin and maybe more when I wearing them while freeballing.

On a morning walk in the cemetery a few days back, I pulled off my pants - always wear a loose fitting cargo pants and freeball. So it's easy to quickly do a bit of 'stealth flashing' -- I call it 'stealth' since I don't believe anybody is watching. It's just the fact that they might or could at any moment -- there are cars intermittently passing along a lane about 50 m behind me. I got excited and just seconds later starting jerking off until I cum.

Showing 'face' when your flashing or 'innocently' exposing yourself to strangers is actually less

risky than doing so on the Internet. I mean there are only a limited number of people who actually see you and many don't really 'see' you at all. Even if they do, they don't want to act on it (confront your personally or even call the police and press charges) and then they don't have 'proof' - just their word against your.

I was once arrested for lewd conduct charges (a felony in Mass). It happened while on vacation near Provincetown in 2005. It was a police who saw me -- although I was just 'pissing,' which I was, he claimed I was trying to flash

him (I was wearing a skimpy see-thru pair of shorts but he could not have seen that from the distance he was when he first noticed me). I was not convicted -- of course --the case was dismissed because it was a case of false arrest/police brutality / insufficient evidence / unlawful seizure of evidence (my camera), I obtain the services of a local lawyer who had experience with this particular police department. It seems they often made this kinds of arrest in order to discourage 'perverts' from coming into their community - -not Provincetown township but another one further down (south) the Cape.
But the whole trauma of the experience taught me some valuable lessons. For one, it made me

realize how vindictive and self-righteous some people are -- including well-meaning and hardworking police officers -- most of whom I have a great deal of respect for the dedication. But flashing on the net or letting your face get shown may have some risks that you cannot control or may not even realize until years later. Thanks, Toras, for being encouraging without be condescending. I have lived in communities where a Caucasian male (which I am ) is a rare minority , so it means I would have no trouble being picked out of a police line-up. Toronto has a very multi-ethnic community - there are about 800,000 people of Chinese origin alone live in great Toronto -- at least you can 'pass' for a local. I can't where I am living now - that's why I guess I went overboard last summer and was a little bit too careless while vacationing on Cape Cod.

I thought I blended in as to be unrecognizable. The other interesting phenomena and also could make flashing (exposing one's genitals and face) on the Internet somewhat riskier for people who define themselves as flashers, exhibitionists and exposers is 1) the tendency for the Christian right to categorize them as sex offenders -- the same as child rapists and baby killers, and 2) the new Internet technologies for tagging pics, passing data including pics and tags through RSS feeds even further around the globe, and geotagging - ties/links an Internet object (user, picture, file) to a specific geographic spot. I know this is off-topic , but it was my topic (Walking the Dog) in the first place so I doubt the moderator's will mind. I usually do a lot of thinking while I am 'walking the dog' which is both a metaphor for 'wagging the wiener', freeballing in the open air, airing out the family jewels. But it also is REALLY what I am doing -- taking my pet dog for his daily walks.

I also think about flashing both as my hobby and also about it repercussions and consequences too

- while I'm enjoying the solitude and occasional chance to peek-flash some guy (see separate, earlier posts for the narratives) Back the thesis -- We know there is tracking of what you purchase and even what you're interested in (sites that you have visited leave cookies that search engines can pick up and then display ads that are related to the types of sites (products) you've been visiting. Google does that big time. So it's not too big of a stretch to think that pics (or other data files or media objects), which you download or that you place on your website or public / private profile on some social network, or that you even look at briefly online, might leave discernible and followable traces.

I've got profiles all over the net and many pics with and without my face -- both under my real name and my various alias (sunbuns is not my 9-5 working world identity). Someday somebody is going to find a way (my conspiracy instinct says they already have) to collect these traces (tags) or at least connect them like dots. So they'll start selling the information (clandestinely of course) for ostensibly purposes of security and anti-criminal protection but the personal id info will most certainly also be used to defame and try to ruin the reputations of people (basically good upstanding citizens -- like me and you) for political gain, religious cleansing, or profit from blackmail or pay-offs. Sorry to take a sinister lapse into the dark side of the net... Hey, it's my real birthday today.

I'm 49 - yep! Uh huh! Like, right. Well...., at least 'sunbuns' thinks he is or at least won't admit to being any older than that - and he usually says he's younger). I remember a comment your once made in another posting -- most of the people on this site (who are interesting in or doing flashing) are in the 40s and 50s. In honor of the fact that I'm chicken to show my face here's another pic -- not only faceless but too headless from one my walking-the-dog hikes into the local cemetery. If I get any more 'invisible' - I might as well be dickless. Sometimes I think it will be good to be reborn as a dickless being (a female?) in my next life. If I am not recognizable, may be my dog will be.
On the public profiles, I was referring to in my post above is located at Dlist -- a gay social networking site (I feel like a 'old' man among the 'twinkish' - hipster GQ types plastered all over the home page. But what the hell -- I like college age dudes - and sometimes they like a guy who's more mature and obviously well-endowed (I don't mean 'big' dicked). http://www.dlist.com/sunbuns

If you visit it, you can see a slide show of guys showing off in public. Which means that

ANYONE can see the photo and the profile - if someone is savvy enough they can probably find out my IP address from the uploaded pics or code. So -- it's not all just conspiracy. Someday I'll be knowledgeable enough to prove my thesis by showing you exactly how it might work. I collect such pics and thousands of others. I am turned on more by 'real' photos of real guys getting nude and being naked, male and happy about it, than the slick, hard-glossed superstuds and huge meaty cocks of the porno models. I have them in Flickr and a few thousand save in Yahoo Photos - only friends can see them - unlike Dlist and GW - my profiles and pics are password protected. I realize it is not much security (protecting one's identity from theft or blackmailing/blackballing) but usually like-minded people of the same persuasion join a gay or porno site.
[NOTE about these photos of other people: The guy above (with the cut-out face) and below with the big cock are 'flashing' friends. NudeforaThrill was a 'nudebeach' buddy who let me take some photos of him on San Diego's Black's Beach, but recently he's seemed to disappear from 'view', meaning he's not active on certain sites and doesn't seem to want to talk. Matt below is the famous Nitroxflash. ]

That's not the case with these two new entries, GW and Dlist. Even Yahoo 360, MySpace and Tribe.net don't allow just anyone to see a profile (or at least the parts you don't want made public). I am pasting the link the Slide.com slideshow below and I'll try to embed the player here too (if HTML for the slide show doesn't work into this post, then you can see it at my dlist profile above or at the link below.
The ultimate expert on dickflashing is Matt - better known as Nitroxflash. He seems to be taking a hiatus from his blog on the subject but it has lots of useful past entries: Nitroxflash's blog.
Do white mesh shorts show off better than black? That's what I've heard -- but I don't have any light colored ones to test that out. Of course, it matters how much direct light (sunlight) there is and the width of the mesh opening, how reflective the material is too.

I just posted this video (it's from last year) at GayWatch.com, but I think you can view it here:
http://www.gaywatch.com/view_video.php?id=1305

It was a rare treat -- not only getting buck naked on a public beach -- but improvising a dildo out of a cucumber that I stopped and bought on the way to the beach. Wish you'd been there to view me -- it's a sometimes cruisy area where guys go out to sun themselves nude, but frequently there is sex play (mutual - not just alone like mine) in and among the brush and low dunes. Local fisherman often come up along the beach and stay for a long time. Tourists and people out enjoying the beach could have caught me dickflashing with the anal toy inserted. Keep me hard -- I saved cumming for a little later trip back closer to Waikiki (where more secretive nudity and male-to-male cruising goes on.