Ironic Airport Encounter - Helping out a Teen

My plane dropped into PHX airport on Dec 31 at 9:30am and while waiting for my connecting flight to San Diego, I met this very cute (and apparently str8) high school teen boy-jock next to me in the airport lounge. He started the conversation because there was a lone sparrow flying around in the waiting area. He was also going to San Diego but was on stand-by... without much hope of getting home until an evening flight (according to the US Airways ground staff).

We kept talking - I was in a generous and talkative mood.. he seemed to be a genuinely sweet kid and showed interest when I mentioned where I was traveling from (and to). We got into a conversation about his future career possibilities and I encouraged him to consider trying to actualize his dreams and to actually get into medical school - not just sports therapy.



His parents had sent to Phoenix for a week-long professional league baseball camp. He is still a sophomore in high school. We also got on the topic of gun control and he was claiming that Arizona' less strict gun control laws and restrictions on private citizens owning and bearing arms were a much stronger deterrent to illegal hand guns than in his native state of California. We were both enjoying the lively banter... and the sparrow still kept flying around -- in and among all the busy in the busy airport lounger - to our amusement.

A bit later, the airline gate staff called for anybody who had no checked luggage and who would be willing to give up their seat to go on another flight (actually an earlier one that had been delayed in departing). I told the kid (Steven age 15) that I was going to go on that flight so that he could get a seat. I was just about ready to adopt him when he said that he wanted to come with me (nothing 'sexual' intended I presume). He followed me up to the other gate but I made him go back and stay with the flight that had his bag.

He kept saying he enjoyed talking to me...... I was very flattered.


So after a rather long and unanticipated wait again on the jetway, this plane eventually departed and the again still-further delayed flight reached San Diego only a few minutes before the one that Steven (hopefully) was on.

I couldn't help striking up a conversation with the woman next to me. She and her daughter were returning from a visit to her family (parents) in Phoenix and she had only been able to get this flight - since evidently everything was completely booked all day long to San Diego. We figured it probably had something to do with increased air travel to the greater LA area for the New Year's Day Rose Parades (and / or Bowl games).


 This plane was supposed to have departed at 8:45 or so, but due to mechanical trouble (Uh oh!) it had been delayed until a nearly 11:00am departure. Now I was sitting on it, and waiting impatiently for it to depart, wondering if Steven, the high school hottie (he makes Zac Efron look like a dork).

Oh well.. I wondered if I should have encouraged him to come along and catch this flight - instead of taking a chance that my giving up my flight on that flight would actually benefit him. There seemed to be plenty of extra seats on this flight. I could have insisted (as Premier Exec) that Steven's bag be pulled and that he get on this flight with me -- so we would have had a chance to get to know each other better.

He really was a sweet, affable young man. He dreamed of being an athlete, but he was also realistic about his chances of becoming a professional one. So his 'backup' career was to become a sports injury rehabilitation therapist. Maybe the idea of massaging injured athletes' muscled legs and bulky arms or broken bones was appealing to him.. the thought of which certainly got my juices stirring.

When the plan was landing, I realized that my other flight should be landing at about the same time.



Although I thought better of it (for a moment), I know I just had to find out if he had made it or not to San Diego on that flight. So I asked at the gate where we deplaned and found out what gate his planed had landed at. By the time I got there, the passengers had already disembarked so I ran to baggage claim.

There he was waiting around the baggage carousel for his bags.. It first he appeared not to notice me or to not recognize me.. but I waved anyway. I seemed strange that he would look surprised to see me. Then it dawned that he was actually worried to see me. He'd changed this shirt (maybe just taken off his team jersey) and removed his baseball cap - more like he was trying to disguise himself. It made me realize that his parents had probably warned him of the possibility of a my being a stalker or a child molester roaming the airport in Phoenix, trying to pick up teen boys.

Maybe it wasn't anything like that at all... since he probably had assumed by earlier 'flight' had longer ago arrived -- well before his - but in reality our planes landed just minutes apart.

Despite all these thoughts flashing through my head, I knew I really done what I did for him - as a selfless act. I wasn't going to let his possibility misconstruing my act prevent me from greeting him. I didn't let those fears deter me...so I came up to him smiling and told him I just want to know if he'd make it safely and on that flight. I explained that my flight did leave Phoenix until just little while before his - so that why we landed just minutes apart. He seemed pre-occupied. Maybe he was afraid I'd grab him .. he was not the same boy who had so easily and self-confidently spoken to me just a couple of hours before.

He kind of stumbled as if he didn't know what to say.. and I shook his hand and said goodbye, and good luck. There was not even a word of polite gratitude. I know my 'act of kindness' was probably not that critical -- maybe a lot of people had given up their seat and changed flights or whatever.. so he might very well have be able to catch it as a stand-by passenger. I felt I learned a slightly bittersweet lesson. People can accept the act of a good Samaritan, but they don't actually appreciate the Samaritan coming back to seek any recognition or acknowledgement.

It was strange how an act of kindness can sometimes be misconstrued. I don't have any real evidence that he felt that way - -but i seemed so apparent in his reaction to seeing me suddenly appear in San Diego - he looked shocked or suddenly fearful. I just knew he was thinking the worst was about to happen.

Later that night when I discovered that my red-eye flight to Chicago had been cancelled, I thought to myself "No good deed goes unpunished."

I hadn't told anyone this story - and just remembered it when I thought of Abe (some I know who lives in Phoenix - an online-only acquaintance) whom I accidentally found that as a friend of a friend on a popular social networking site). I told him by e-mail privately but later decided to write it as a blog entry because it also strikes at the root of something that really bothers me about American society - the Victimization of the American Teen. We hear nothing more powerfully damaging to our psycho-social status (as gay males) than to be lumped into a category of CHILD MOLESTER. The fear of 'child molestation' is now so pandemic that it is affects how ALL men and women either as parents, teachers, or just innocent bystanders are treating (or ignoring) the education and socialization of children, adolescents and young adults.

I will some day write more about this issue.

 

Asian Guys Freeballing - Dialogue

  

 

Excepts from an online dialogue about freeballing, men in Asia, and accidently exposing (to family members) Oh, those embarassing moments....
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FB23 wrote: Hey, I'm from Singapore. 23 chinese. i've been freeballing since Junior College. tats little experience in the art as compared to most of the guys here. wanna know are there any guys from Singapore who dig having no underwear binding your goods?

I'm now studying at uni. I started out mornings wearing some snug jeans to school. Sometimes when i get horny, I have major hardons. No one could see me in the back rows and I sometimes rub my jeans under the desk. I reached that point where I really needed to blow, but also I know its wrong and would be a mess. It felt so good. Doing my situps nvr felt so liberating too. Haha. Doing my chin ups was also a breeze, i could feel the wind rush up round my cock. really quite shiok. Wonder if the guy helping me knew a not.

I've seen guys walking in the heartlands and its almost certain they dont wear undies, i mean, their bulge is quite obvious under their cotton berms and u can almost see it swinging. Do u know what i mean? My point is although i freeball more nowadays, i still dont dare to go out like those guys. But i really wanna be one of those guys. Recently bought some similar berms from the pasar malam but i'm hesitant to wear it without undies. any Help?

freeballing is definitely a lifestyle choice for me. never felt more liberated. only thing is how people may view my bulging crotch whenever i get hard, especially in sch. haha. might be fun....

====================================== Sunbuns wrote back:
Hey, guy. I'm surprised nobody has written back to congratulate you on choosing the freeballing lifestyle. I was away from my PC since Dec 22 or I would have done so sooner.Some of the 'side-effects' you've mentioned are pretty common and you are NOT be the first guy who gets horny enough in long lectures to rub his cock and fantasizing about something or somebody else. 

Hey, you don't even have to be freeballing to get that way but I think the initial few weeks of fb only heightens your awareness of your body, your cock and your sense of manhood. Keep it up and let us know how things are coming along [pun intended].
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Thanks really for the msg and the motivation. I've been going without undies all this while and am really getting the hang of it, haha, pun intended. The only incident worth mentioning is probably that i kinda flashed my mum the other day while dozing of on the sofa. I was wearing those short shorts that they sell at the market and was sure i had a semi-erection going on. What I wasn't sure was that my erection had actually gone down my leg hole and the fabric and ride up while i laid there. I only realize it when my mom just stood there with her mop in one hand. Worse thing was that i got more and more aroused when i became conscious that someone was looking. My cock erected fully and pushed back fabric to literally reveal itself to my mum in all its glory. And I didn't wana get up at all cause i really had no idea how to respond. i had to wait and pretend to be dozing the whole time til she went away before i quietly crept back to my room so u can kinda say that my mum saw my really hard cock! Luckily, she didn't mention it at all after that U're from? Singapore? How old are u? When did u start freeballing?
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As a teen, my Mom discovers evidence of my masturbation

FB23, well, I am not sure if you are totally embarrassed by your mom catching you in a state of erection while freeballing or if you found it

somewhat stimulating. It was bad enough for me when I mom found the dirty towel I had been using to wipe up cum after I masturbated (when I was a high school student). She had evidently gone through my drawers and found it buried at the back where I thought it was hidden. She brought it to me later, all washed and folded, and said something like - "it would be better to use paper tissue." I was mortified.

No, I'm not from Singapore, but like to travel there - although it is more often a stopping point on the way elsewhere. I often travel and still have business connections in Japan where I used to live. So I get to China, Thailand, Malaysia, etc - often via Singapore (or Hong Kong). You asked about me -- you can find some of my details and also my blog at: http://www.justusboys.com/members/sunbuns99/ 

Actually, that is one thing I really like about the http://www.freeballing.com site - it is not generally a cruising zone - guys don't generally ask about intimate details or look for hook-up (sexual encounters) while posting on this site. That generally happens elsewhere - such as http://www.dudesnude.com or http://www.manhunt.net or
 http://www.gay.com
I do find all types of men attractive - both culturally and physically. -- I am not simply interested in one type either, but there are certainly some great looking Asian guys. Yes, I do recognize that there is as much physical differences between men from various regions of Asian as there are between Latinos and Scandinavians. I am not really sure people who haven't spent a lot of time travelling or who don't live in as ethnically diverse places - -such as a city like Singapore, Toronto, New York City, Honolulu, or San Francisco, or London, that they will readily recognize physical difference between individuals that they broadly classify as white, hispanic or asian, etc. [Look closely at the pic - the 3 guys are clearly freeballing. What's more - you can see that the middle guy is also peek-a-boo flashing - which I find totally hot!]

This photos (left) is of a real guy and really cute too (a Dudesnude member) - -who is an artist and model living in the US - whose ethnic origin is Vietnamese. From his other pics, I think he must freeball - he is sounds from this his work and his own self-description to be a really cool guy too.

There are a huge number of people of Chinese origin in Singapore, but it is quite a diverse city-state - with many other people too. I always tell my friends -- Singapore is the best place to enjoy "Asia for Beginnners" - it has a very unique mix of cultures. Pic on the right is from Andy Loh's collection on Flickr. Great looking guy into freeballing in jeans.

  

 

Japanese Boy, Nippon Danshi, or J-boi : Male and Sexy in Land of the Rising Sun - Japan

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Sharing my most intimate moment

An original story distributed on [Public Naked Guys] on Yahoo Groups on June 5, 2009

By Bucklebuddy

Isn’t it great when life presents us a chance to live out one of our fantasies in real life? Well that happened to me just last Friday. I haven’t written about it sooner because I’ve kept all the little details to myself for my private jack off sessions. About me … Well, I’m a country boy at heart … raised on a farm in Mississippi and living in the big town of Memphis. Yes, I know it’s technically a city but don’t get me started on that! I look to be late 30’s, masculine in every sense of the word, athletic, broad shoulders, nice legs, 7 x 5.5 cut cock with a pretty smile and devilish look.

You see, I’m an exhibitionist at heart. I love be seen naked. I do prefer that my audience be limited to guys because they are less likely to be offended, but certainly don’t mind ladies seeing if they are interested in looking. I go on walks through certain trails naked often so you never know when you’ll stumble on me. Anyway, yesterday I was feeling … frisky … we’ll say. I posted an ad on Manhunt that said ….

Want me to JO for you?

“Seriously. I have always had a fantasy about being the only person naked in a group and jacking off for the groups entertainment. Would love to perform for a small group this afternoon. Not $$ motivated; just living out a fantasy. I'm better than average looking, 6', 194#, athletic build, masculine, athletic, broad shoulders, nice legs, average size pierced cock that is 'pretty'. If you and some buds want an erotic show today, get in touch.”

Well I had a few people get in touch and agreed to meet this one guy right after he got off work. We actually arrived at his house at the same time.

I was a bit nervous about this whole thing but had promised myself that I was going to do it. As we went inside I asked him pointedly “Where would you like the show?”. “I’ve got a really nice patio.” he said, “Would you mind doing it out there?”. “No problem” I said, thinking to myself that if he was comfortable with someone jacking off outside his house, then I was comfortable being the guy doing it. It was his neighbors, not mine. 

We went outside on his patio and the weather couldn’t have been nicer. Nice shade on a warm, yet not hot day … a perfect day for pleasuring myself outside. I striped naked and sat on a bench on his patio and he sat in a chair directly across from me … fully clothed but obviously a bit excited. I had, with great determination, kept myself from thinking about what I was going to do before getting there.

 I didn’t want to get all hard and close to cumming in the car. So as I sat down, I had a nicely hanging soft penis that I began to make slow sweet love to. I tugged it downward and stretched it out before pulling it up and massaging my nuts with my other hand. I’d squeezed and tugged and slowly but surely my friend came to life. It started with a slow swell getting a little thick and little long on each tug. Growing each time I stroked until he was fully erect and harder than he has been in a long time!

“Do you ever let anyone touch it?” he asked, waking me from the trance I was in with my cock. I noticed that he was getting worked up … my desired reaction. It meant he was enjoying the show as much as I was enjoying doing it.

“Yes” I said, “... but not today”. He groaned and I went back to playing with my cock. I love feeling a hot throbbing cock and that is exactly what mine was while I was showing off. It was great to pull him on the downward stroke and let go and watch him fly up and hit me in the stomach. My fully clothed audience member seemed to love seeing the show but REALLY wanted to participate. Again, my desired reaction.

“Do you ever let anyone suck it?” he asked. “Yes” I replied, “…. but not today”. It was a part of my cat and mouse game to keep him really turned on. “Would you please stand up?” he asked. I didn’t immediately respond but I did eventually stand up and walk over to him. It was great. I was hard as a rock and jacking my cock off about 4 inches from his nose. He sniffed and tried to reach out with his tongue to touch the tip on my penis. We played the cat and mouse game a bit with me pulling back a little each time before finally pushing forward and entering his throat unexpectedly. He gagged just a bit and slowly adjusted to taking nice long slow draws off my cock. Of course, I’d pull out form time to time just to make him want more.

He had my cock good and slick so I sat back down (much to the dismay of my audience member) and started stroking my cock again. I’d jack and get myself right to the edge of cumming so that a little drop of precum would form before backing off so I didn’t cum just yet. I’d take my finger and scoop up the bit of precum and, while looking my audience member right in the eyes, would lick the precum slowly off my finger. For another 10 minutes or so, I kept making love to myself …. Letting a perfect stranger see me enjoying my own body … letting someone watch me during one of my most intimate moments with myself.

“This is really hot!” I said, momentarily distracting him from staring at my cock. I was really enjoying making someone else all hot and bothered. It made me feel sexy and I loved it! “Would you please stand up again so I can see your thighs?” he asked. I stood and turned so that he could see my back side hoping secretly that he’d fondle my ass for a bit. I wasn’t disappointed for long before I felt two hands on the globes of my ass squeezing and massaging it. I continued jacking myself, all the while facing his next door neighbor’s house, but just couldn’t turn away from a good ass massage for several minutes.

I was close to cumming so I had to step away for a second and turned back around so he could continue watching the show. I continued my slow methodical pleasuring of myself; making love to my cock and balls for the pleasure of this stranger. He was really into the show and practically drooling. “Can I touch your thighs?” he asked. I was really getting close to cumming so I paused for a minute or so and sat back down on the bench with my legs spread so he would have a clear view of my crotch as I pleasured myself.

I wanted him to be close to my cock when I shot my load so I motioned him over and he got on his knees between my legs and began rubbing my thighs, crotch area, chest, etc. He was rubbing everywhere that I wasn’t. I continued to jack my cock ever so slowly feeling the cum starting to boil in my balls … heck I had been jacking off for a complete stranger for nearly 40 minutes at this point. I knew I was close and his face was only inches from my cock. It was time to cum! I enjoyed him rubbing around the base of my cock, never touching my cock but rubbing all around it. I jacked faster.

You know the tingly feeling that you get right before you cum? I was so turned on that I felt that wondering feeling more intensely than I had ever felt before. My cock erupted like I’ve never seen before. I’m normally more of an “erupter” than a shooter but this time thick white ropes of cum shot out straight up into the air landing on my stomach, back on my cock and even some landing on my strangers face. It was one of the most intense orgasm’s I’ve ever had because I was sharing my most intimate moment with a complete stranger. Letting a fully clothed person see my “cum face” as my cock continued to pump its juice everywhere. As I came down from the high created by my intense orgasm, I scooped up some of the cum off my chest with my fingers and while looking him right in the eyes slid my fingers slowly into my mouth and licked off my own cum. He had to adjust the way he was sitting … apparently something was causing discomfort inside his pants. Again, my desired reaction.

“WOW!” was all he could say. “WOW!” he repeated. “That was so fucking hot!” he said. “I’ve never done this before” I said, “and it was hot! I’d love to do it again for you and a group of guests sometime”.

He’s emailed about a dinner party he wants to setup for some friends out on his patio… something about needing a naked waiter that could provide after dinner entertainment. I guess that story might be Chapter 2.

I hope you enjoyed the story. This is a true story that happened just last weekend. It was one of the hottest things I’ve done in a long time. It made me feel good to feel like someone else enjoyed watching me. If you liked the story and would like a photo of the author, just email me privately at bucklebuddy @ nospam.yahoo. com (remove the nospam part to reply).