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PostPosted: Sun Jun 23, 2019 3:35 pm 
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Two doctor stories
(Trues story that happened to me)

One of my first CFNM experiences happened in my early 20’s while at college. I had begun noticing some testicular pain and had found a small grape sized lump near my left ball. I was really nervous about it and went to see a doctor who referred me to a specialist. I was nervous for days until I saw the specialist.

The specialist laid my fears to rest almost immediately, by shining a flashlight through the lump. The fact that the light shine one clear through indicated it to be a benign spermatocele. Noncancerous and generally painless, this lump is filled with milky or clear fluid that might contain sperm. He said, to confirm diagnosis we should drain it for samples just to be sure. As you can imagine, I was not looking forward to having a syringe inserted into my scrotum in order to drain a lump just up from my left nut.

He had me lay on a table and pulled my shirt up above my belly button to be well out of the way. Meanwhile, my trousers and underwear were down by my ankles. I laid there, naked from my abs down to my ankles trying to mentally prepare for what was about to happen.

Just then a nurse walked in and circled around the table into my view (to assist with the draining). She looked to be mid 30’s and her her eyes grew wide with surprise as she stared right at my crotch. She realized she was staring and blurted out something to relieve the awkward tension. I’ll always remember her exact words, “Well you must be popular with the girls at school!”

Just like that all pretense of professional bedside manner had vanished. Her statement betrayed her thoughts. She had walked in to assist and become immediately distracted by my twig and berries on full display. I guess even in my flaccid state she had decided I was packing some considerable size. I had little to no hair down there in my 20’s making me feel ultra exposed (and probably helping me look larger).

Realizing that she had been ogling my penis, the nurse had attempted to make light conversation. Attempted and failed. Her first words to me had been a reference to the size of my cock and balls. Now she turned to the doctor to ask something, but found no words and kept darting her eyes back to my cock. It was awkward.

My face felt flush with embarrassment, but it was also a huge ego boost from a genuine compliment. I couldn’t bare to watch the procedure and couldn’t even look the direction of the nurse. It turned out her job was to hold my Willy out of the way and grip my balls for the doctor to drain the lump. Not only did she get an eyeful, she also got to cop a feel as I squirmed around during the procedure. The humiliation gave way to pain and boy was it painful! It felt as if they were ripping something right out of my ball.

I was so glad when it was finally over! I laid their naked and trembling from what had just happ med while the nurse continued holding my pink wedding tackle. Much to her disappointment, the nurse was now instructed to let go of my goods. She seemed to hesitate a moment and asked the doctor if he really was finished, while she contined to grip my manhood in her palms. The doctor nodded yes and she dropped my pink wedding tackle. She had enjoyed a such long close-up look and feel of my boy bits that I felt totally mortified.

Sore and embarrassed I got up from the table and I felt the nurse right beside me eyeing up both my manhood and bum as I pulled my pants back up. I still couldn’t bare to look her way, but I could see her whole face pointing down at my mid section from the corner of my eye.

Following that experience, I replayed her gawking stare and compliment over and over in my mind. It had been embarrassing, but also a bit of a thrilling ego boost. Perhaps she was new on the job or seldom gets to stare and hold the junk of a tall thin guy in his early 20’s (which I was at he time). I was also in good shape back then. I felt an odd sense of excitement that a woman had found the site of my johnson and stones so pleasing. She had openly stared and nervously blurted out her inner thoughts. I decided to look up numbers online and figure out if I really did have a big schlong. I read somewhere that around six inches is just average. So what tiny pricks was she used to?

Later when talking to a friend, he explained that average penis size varies from country to country usually falling between 5-6 inches. He then told me that he was average with just six inches when erect. “What are you,” he asked? I didn’t know. I realized I had measured my penis halfway between six and seven inches when flaccid.

“C’mon, you can’t tell me you’ve never measured your erections,” he said. I never had and felt oddly embarrassed about that. Plus I didn’t want to tell him that my flaccid penis was larger than his erect one (he’s a good friend and I didn’t want weirdness there). Besides maybe I measured wrong. Checking forums, I discovered I had not measured wrong. So I busted out a ruler the next time I awoke with morning wood. I was a quarter inch below nine inches. It was an ego boost to learn my Johnson was just a few inches above average. I’m still amazed that some dudes pack 9, 10, or more inches. How do they fit it all in their jeans?

Lest you think I was forever cocky about my cock, I had a humbling CFNM experience to follow up to this one. The lump in my balls slowly grew back as the doctor had expected, but they sent me to get an ultrasound just to be sure. This time they had me remove my pants and boxer briefs entirely in a room by myself. I was instructed to lay on a table with a thin sheet covering my junk. The air conditioning was running non stop and it was freezing in there. I laid there, naked from the waist down for 30-40 minutes while cold air swirled around my genitals lying under a thin white sheet.

It was so cold, that when the nurse finally entered the room, I could see she was wearing multiple layers and a hoodie (despite it being summer). Even with the layers she had an amazing figure, a beautiful face, and long blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail. She was also in her early 20’s (probably 21 or 22).

If ever there was a time to impress a girl with my package this was it! Screw impressing a married mid 30’s lady. I wanted this 20’s blonde beauty to think highly of my naked body. Meanwhile under the sheet, my manhood had shriveled from the cold and my balls were so tight against my body that I thought they were trying to creep back up inside me. Fortunately, I had a sheet to hide behind right?

She sat beside me and began lifting my shirt while muttering something about not getting gel on it. Wha? She pulled my shirt all the way up to my armpits revealing my abs, nipples, and pecs. My nipples were pointy as I was so cold! I suspected she didn’t need to pull the shirt that high, but was simply enjoying revealing my body as evidenced by her smirk. I was flexing my abs in hopes to impress her with my faint six pack, but I was unaware of how unimpressed she would soon become.

I had never had an ultrasound before and assumed she would just use the device over the sheet. Nope. She suddenly lifted the sheet completely off my goods. She only needed to reveal the balls, but I think she was curious about my penis and wanted to reveal the whole enchilada lying hidden under the sheet.

I caught her faint smirk turn to an amused grin as she stifled a giggle staring at my pathetic tiny package. I glanced down at it, and it reminded me of pre-puberty days from long ago. She said, “you must be cold.” Ouch. That stung my pride.

She continued, “they do keep it freezing in here. don’t worry I’ll warm you up with the gel.” Then she began applying warm gel to my peaches with her gloved hands. All conversation between us ceased. I felt so exposed. Under the warm gel my balls relaxed down and hung loose and proud, but my pecker remained frigid and tiny. It had received no warming gel and no longer even had a thin sheet to protect itself from the cold air.

What followed was an extremely uncomfortable silence. It felt like two hours, but was closer to 45 minutes. The cute blonde nurse began her work moving the wand around my testes and occasionally looking up to her console to capture images. Normally i would definitely pop a throbbing boner if a hot girl like this massaged my balls for 45 minutes; however, between the cold and embarrassment my peter just lay off to the side like a sad baby carrot.

The blonde tech was extremely thorough and took her time. By the end she knew my family jewels better than I did. Seriously she could have drawn my gonads at any angle from memory or identified them simply by feel while blindfolded.

I could just imagine her talking to her roommates that night and telling them how she got to work on a handsome young guy today. I could just picture her describing my thick hair, chiseled features, and healthy looking naked torso. I could easily imagine this blonde nurse being excessively descriptive in order to keep her roommates on the edge of their seats. I could imagine her pausing with eager stares from 3-5 girls waiting for the conclusion.

One of these girls would surely ask, “AND!? Was he packing down there?"

To which no doubt the response would be, “he did have deliciously massive testicles that took almost an hour just to scan; however, his piglet was like the tiniest shriveled shrinky dink you’ve ever seen. It was smaller than my little brothers wiener at home!”

I could hear the future girls fits of laughter in my mind as I slowly got dressed while cussing out my wand for being so shy, “you really blew it for us! Now this cute nurse thinks I’m batting with a little noodle”

It probably goes without saying, but I didn’t bother asking for her number.


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PostPosted: Sun Jun 23, 2019 6:17 pm 
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At the age of 18 visiting a nursing center. The student nurse was younger than 25 and quite hot, got me quickly aroused, and I try to keep the examination going for as long as possible. She seemed to like looking at my cock because even when she was keeping notes about the exam she kept looking at my dick


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PostPosted: Sun Jun 23, 2019 6:31 pm 
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I never had one, but there are awesome stories on this forum. 8-)


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Never had one but in middle school one of my friends got pantsed in front of all the girls


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Torrey Pines
(True story that happened to me)

One time I was with friends hiking around Torrey Pines in sunny San Diego. I had to pee bad. Unfortunately there were people everywhere. Normally I’d step off the trail or stand behind a bush, but it was too crowded to find any privacy. It wasn’t just the privacy that held me back. People were so packed that peeing on someone by accident was a legitimate concern. I now deeply regretted drinking so much orange juice at breakfast. Why did I drink so much water on the trail?

Suddenly, one guy in our group pointed out a small free standing men’s restroom. I was saved! I ran towards my salvation only to discover a line once inside. Both stalls of this bathroom were occupied and locked. Meanwhile, there were only two urinals with six guys standing in line for each. I took my place in line and tried not to think about it, but I kept hearing the steady streams of urination and also running water from sinks.

I was now clenching my but muscles tight. I was also gripping the base of my tee shirt tugging it with both hands and twiddling my thumbs against the material. I was doing my best to restrain from doing the “pee pee” dance. I was in college (my 20’s) and that embarrassing dance is reserved solely for little kids about to wet their pants. I was a college guy and determined not to wet mine nor do the full dance. College boys don’t “pee pee” dance, but I nearly was. I was running out of time. Time, it seemed, was passing rapidly like water sprayed out of a boys hose.

Fortunately, I would have no belt buckle or zipper to slow me down once It finally became my turn at the urinal. I was wearing small loose fitting basketball shorts and a soft athletic tee shirt; both of which, could easily be moved out of the way in an instant. I noticed neither urinal had dividers beside it. Normally the lack of dividers beside urinals bothers me as I tend to like my privacy. However, when your bladders about to explode, privacy quickly falls off the list of concerns.

Little by little the line shrunk until only one guy stood between me and the sweet release of that tiny urinal—if it could even be called a urinal. It looked more like a salad bowl fastened low on the wall. However, that little metal bowl jutted out from the wall a fair distance. Now I understood why all the guys had stood so far back from the two urinals. They needed to arch their streams down into the bowls. This left a large distance between the peeing boy and his bowl. An overweight adult could have easily walked between each guys Peter and where the urinals sat fastened in place. My boy spout would definitely be on total display for any guy wanting to watch. In that moment I didn’t even care. I just had to go. The pressure was so intense that I think I had now started sweating. My body was trying to shed water anyway it could.

The boy ahead of me was still going. He’d been peeing an impressively long time. Clearly, he’d had to wait as long as I had, judging by how quickly the line filled up behind me. I was sure I would soon double his whizzing record. I imagined I might even set a new world record for the longest piss.

My eyes were so focused on the upcoming tin prize that I had failed to conduct a scan of the restroom. Why would I? It was a boys restroom. If boys wanted to look at my pecker so be it! What I had failed to notice was that two young girls were also standing in the room holding hands. They were just standing waiting as their daddy called out from the stall occasionally. He did this to make sure they were still there as he was sitting for an extended bathroom stay. In my intense focus, I had somehow tuned out the father calling to his girls and even tuned out their high pitched responses.

Both girls stood just beside the urinal I was waiting for; yet even now, I hadn’t noticed them. Their wide girly eyes had been staring across the rotating display of penises for who knows how long. From the girls vantage point they could easily see the willies in front of both urinals. In fact, the urinals were so close together that us boys had to stand shoulder to shoulder.

The youngest girl was little, but still old enough to know that staring at boys wee wee’s was wrong. Meanwhile, her older sister looked too old to be standing in a men’s bathroom. She looked old enough to have gotten her period. She was a tween girl on the edge of becoming a teenager. No doubt she was extremely curious about the teen boy pop stars who probably decorated her walls at home. Today she was getting an education on the mysteries of boyhood. They both were. Boys and men of various age and size constantly stepped up, whipped it out for the audience, and showed these girls how they peed.

Months later, I would try and calculate a rough estimate of how many dicks these girls probably saw that day. It was clear their dad was one of those fathers that takes close to an hour for a bowel movement. I factored this in along with a stat I read online about the average person emptying their bladder in 21 seconds. At two new dicks on display every 21 seconds, these girls would have been able to inspect 342.8 penises before their dad finished “his business.” I’m sure it was less than that as some guys were peeing for close to a minute, but even every boy took a full minute that meant the girls saw 120 pricks—each for a full minute close-up inspection. The oldest girl was tall enough to have easily reached out and grabbed a hold of either boys fire hoses spraying before her eyes. No doubt these two girls were probably wondering why some boys didn’t have to pull back their foreskin to pee. I wonder their surprise at realizing every boy had a mushroom shower head regardless of whether it was hooded or not. Perhaps the younger one would later ask her mom, but the older one definitely wouldn’t. She knew full well she was spying on boys private parts.

I still hadn’t noticed the girls as I was so close to the sweet release of freedom. The young teen boy in front of me was now shaking it and began tucking it away. He zipped up and turned to head for the sink. Something made him jump in surprise? What was it? Probably the line had grown longer than he realized.

It was finally my moment for relief! I stepped up while pulling my tee shirt up past my abs. I yanked down the front of my shorts spilling out my cock and balls. I didn’t care. I had to go. I began letting the water works fly.

It had been a long hot hike and my nut sack hung down like a hairless pink sack of large Avocados. Meanwhile, my trouser snake stuck out a little having become ever so slightly engorged while waiting my turn in line. Sometimes a boys penis will fill up with blood when he really needs to pee. I’ve even heard some guys can get erections from the urge to pee, but usually mine is just a slight chubby—well below half mast in angle, but lengthened a bit to between 6-7 inches. So what if the guys saw, I thought. I looked proper hung! It was an impressive display of boy bits that left me feeling quite proud (for the moment).

I also felt release. That sweet release of freedom from letting my urine gate flow. The mere pressure of my rubber water cannon seemed to hold it up on its own at just the right angle for peeing. I didn’t even bother to grab hold of my spout. I just kept holding my clothes out of its way. The relief was so satisfying that I just closed my eyes in utter enjoyment at the draining of my main vein. I could feel the open air swirl around my pink twig and berries providing a blissful cooling sensation. I had little to no hair then except for short whisps of pubes just above my shaft. My genitals were full grown in my 20’s, but I’d hardly grow any body hair till I hit almost thirty.

On I peed, no longer feeling rushed. With my eyes closed it no longer felt like I was in a crowded bathroom. I could hear the nearby ocean waves and I imagined myself alone and naked on the beach peeing into the surf. Meanwhile, I was literally blind to the unobstructed view I was providing my female admirers. I must have peed for three minutes! While this may have seriously cut into the number of dicks these girl would get to see, they remained silent as mice. They were getting a nearly three minute eyeful of the whol’ package. My whole package.

Eventually I opened my eyes and caught hold of something or someone’s standing right beside me! I glanced to my left and saw both girls staring at my hose with gobsmacked expressions. Actually the little girl stood slack jaw gobsmacked. Meanwhile, her older sister was wide eyed and grinning ear to ear. I jumped a bit in alarm causing my penis to bob and my balls to bounce and dance about. Now both girls were smiling at the obscene pink puppet show I was putting on for them. I tried to hold out my left hand sideways like a visor shielding my nudity, but the two girls simply side stepped towards the wall for a more head on view. What could I do? I couldn’t put my hand directly in front of my stream without bathing it in urine. Plus, I couldn’t just stop going. I still had a lot of pee left in the tank. Unable to cover my nude display, I dropped my hand to my side along with any pretense of hiding the goods.

The girls quickly teetered back forward. They much preferred the close up view they had been enjoying earlier. I didn’t. It was almost like I could feel the breath from their little excited faces on my naked boy tackle. How long had I stood there peeing? How long before my stream would finally run out? I was their own private naked boy fountain spraying for their amusement and making all their voyeuristic wishes come true. I was growing tired of being on display like a nude Greek statue. Was I also growing? I quickly glanced down between between my naked legs at the fleshy objects that captured the girls unwavering attention. Phew! Fortunately, I wasn’t becoming aroused.

I did notice the girls occasionally glance over at the steady stream of penises rotating through the urinal beside me. However, these girl had clearly decided that my meat and potatoes were the stars of their new favorite show. Should I be flattered or mortified? After all they’ve both already seen a large sampling of boy goods. The older girl occasionally glanced up at my blushing face. I was beginning to think she was developing a crush on me. I was mercifully nearing the end of my stream and couldn’t wait to tuck lance and the boys away.

Just then a guy stepped up to the urinal beside me and whipped out an impressive display of his own pink ham and eggs. His size matched mine, but this quickly stole the girls glances as he was now the newly discovered dick in the room. This was the prefect distraction for my situation! My stream had just run out and I no longer felt any qualms about doing the “shake” knowing my audience was distracted.

I seized my chance taking hold of my penis with four fingers and began shaking every last drop of urine out. Normally while finishing, I would wiggle my willie subtly, but I desperately wanted to get the heck out here. I furiously shook my goods up and down like my rod and reels had just hooked a jittery cod. The end result left my balls swinging between my legs like a dangling pink basket swing set of plums. What I had failed to consider, was that a dancing meat puppet would clearly be more entertaining to the girls than a stationary faucet of comparable size. I realized both girls had resumed staring at my “three man show” with eyes somehow even wider than before.

I quickly dropped my tallywacker freezing in embarrassment. I was no longer peeing nor holding my unit. I was simply standing their blushing while my naked boyhood swung back and forth in the free air. I continued motionless in shock with all my boy glory hanging out much to the delight of these two girls. My skin colored pendulums had almost swayed to a stop now when suddenly their dad called out sitting in a nearby stall. “Are you two still in here?”

This snapped me out of it and I began tucking my boy tackle away. At the same time, the older girl had pushed her head forward while shouting back “Yes daddy!” The alarm of her sudden loud response shouted right across my goods made me flinch a little; which, nearly resulted in me accidentally whacking her face with my frank and beans as I had lifted them to tuck them back in my shorts. It was a narrow miss between my pink bat and her face. I was so thankful my baseballs hadn’t grazed her soft cheek. That would be mortifying, plus I’m no pedophile. I would never whip it out knowingly in front of any girl to pee. Avoiding a situation like that is the whole reason I ran into this men’s room in the first place. This was why I waited patiently inline rather than whipping it out in the sun for any girl to see. Oh the irony.

Both girls continued staring wide eyed with their eyes firmly fixed between my legs even though I had already tucked away my bits and bob. I had also just dropped my tee shirt back over my abs. The curtain had dropped, but the girls eager smiles pled for an encore of abs including a repeat solo performance by my fleshy flute Peter. There would not be one. These girls had enjoyed close to a full five minutes of my frontal nudity and I wasn’t about to simply give them more. I retreated to the sink and began quickly washing my hands

Their dad called out again saying “daddy might be a little while” and asking if they were still there.

The older girl seemed clearly annoyed at having to shout a response. She much preferred to go unnoticed in the overcrowded bathroom. Her goal was to stay silent and still on her perverted wildlife safari rather than calling attention to herself as she had just now done again. She was clearly on a mission to examine as many male trouser snakes as possible. She also clearly hated how many boys in line took notice of her and her sister from her shouting. Many boys in line instinctively covered over their fully clothes crotches, but what could they do? They all had to pee. Soon it would be their turn at the front of the line to whip it out and pee for the delight of the girls. Some boys would be soft, some tiny, and some possibly and humiliatingly aroused. Their were young boys, teen boys, college boys, and one or two dads. What would the girls think when they saw a big black hairy monster? Perhaps they had already seen several. Most boys in line only wore swimming trunks. This meant the girls were pretty much seeing every boy totally nude (except for their bums).

I wondered which is worse? Not knowing two girls are gawking at your private’s or fully knowing they are and feeling helpless to stop them as they watch your privates pee? Probably the latter, but the former means you might give them a longer show complete with extra shakes and bounces. I had endured the misfortune of both scenarios.

I was still excruciatingly mortified. I quickly washed my hands and tried to bolt out the door, but there was a steady stream of incoming guys preventing me. I paused by the door and glanced over at the girls next contestants at the urinals. Perhaps the girls were playing a game of “guess the penis length or size of his jewels” just before each boy whipped it out. One of the boys at the urinal was a teenager and the other looked likely to be in college. Both boys timidly whipped themselves out, but soon discovered how fruitless it was trying to hide their goods from their female gawkers. Even from by the door I could easily see both boys dicks and ballsacks as they began peeing golden arched streams. Meanwhile, the girls had a front row seat to the never ending parade of peeing penises and they weren’t about to stop watching anytime soon!

My girl friends asked what was up when I came out of the bathroom sweating and beet red. I probably looked like I'd been jerking it. I was too embarrassed to tell them I’d just flashed two girls my junk for almost five minutes. A short time later my guy friend emerged from the same bathroom Crimson and sweating. Those two bathroom gawkers had clearly seen all he was packing too. He later told me that he was half way through peeing when he finally noticed the girls. He said it was embarrassing having to finish peeing knowing those two girls faces were staring at every detail of his boy bits. He confessed to a lot of stopping and starting of his stream, but eventually he’d managed to finish and close up his fly.

Somewhere out there are two sisters with a story of viewing between 120-342.8 boys dicks and twice as many testicles. And one of those sets of cock and balls was mine. Who knows, if they were local girls they may have gotten away with this stunt a few more times thereby possibly doubling or tripling the number of dicks they inspected. It’s odd to think that these two girls were seeing more dicks in one afternoon then most people would ever see. The oldest girl is really going to know what she likes when she hits high school; that is if she's not already in ninth grade.


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PostPosted: Mon Jun 24, 2019 6:36 pm 
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CFNM situation is not happening to me but I have some experience where my friend went to the river naked because he wanted to do some jokes. Suddenly, a group of girls also went there just to wash their clothes, accidentally saw my naked friend. Since my friend is embarassed, he cant took his undergarment back since those girls are there watching him and laughed. I think that moment is funny and also love to see the reaction from the girls.


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I was on holiday with my family and we were at a campsite i was 17. The showers were a bit intimidating because they were male communal so i picked a quiet time to go in. I have been pretty popular with girls but v shy. Anyway i was showering alone but noticed something by the corner of a window i was being watched. Later in tge evening we were drinking with some girls and one said she had seen a picture of me showering she teased me a bit it was embarrassing i didnt beleive it but she described my foreskin i went red but played along. She complemented me but i couldnt say anything just tried to man it off.


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(Sorry for my bad English) At the age of twelve, I had a small pimple in the pelvic area (nothing serious): I was taken to a doctor (man), who had a specialist and a doctor (women). Then I was forced to undress (completely naked) on the couch with the eyes of my father, the doctor and the two women who looked at me. They were talking around me, but I couldn't understand a word: I was completely embarrassed and confused.


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My first true CFNM experience outside of situations around my girlfriend at home happened at a small island off Rhode Island. I read about a couple beaches on the other side of the island, away from the main part of town, that are more clothing optional and not uncommon.

My girlfriend and I made our way to that part of the island and setup for the day. Before jumping at the idea of being nude I wanted to make sure I was in the right place my GF and I just wore thong bottoms and her a top. Before long, the beach filled up with singles and families alike, a handful of other thongers but no one really taking advantage of the clothing optional way.

We decided to pack up and walk along the beach and around the rocky areas to another beach. Finally the good part, after clearing the main area, I dropped out of my thong and continued to explore the island. We passed couples, men, women, and not one person said a thing. My GF would laugh every time someone would come around the corner because she new how fun it was for me! Anyway, with out backpacks on, my GF with shorts and her bikini top on, we made our way too two other beaches each totally different. One has a few people scattered throughout, they seemed to enjoy the view as a walked by but again, not a care in the world. We found a spot away from families and spent the day enjoying the view and water. Folks who noticed me from down the beach would wonder down to check things out, mainly older women who reported back to talk with their other beach goer.

Later in the day, 3 other younger couples set up camp close by and quickly realize my cloth-free state. One of the couples joined in but with lots of giggles and spent most of the time facedown, other two girl friends went topless and the last just seemed to keep an eye on everyone with no interest in joining.

All and all, an unforgettable experience for me and those who were witness'. Ive since been back to the same area one other time but went right to the area with a more clothes free spirit!


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My first true CFNM experience was at a beach while I was in college. I was walking and eventually came upon a clothing optional area of the beach. I noticed while walking the women were mostly topless or clothed, but the men were completely naked.

It was a very casual atmosphere with a lot of couples and families. I eventually set up my towel behind this nude older couple and some clothed women in their 20s. I built up the courage to eventually remove my shorts and lay down for a bit. Everyone seemed very comfortable with nudity and so I quickly felt relaxed having gone completely naked.

On my way to the water for a quick swim, I became a bit more conscious of women giving quick glances toward my penis. I enjoyed watching this one group of girls having fun at the shore, they were definitely set up in a way to enjoy the naked men passing by.

I couldn’t stay in the water for too long because I was worried about my belongings. I slowly walked out of the water in time to pass by a very attractive women in a bikini as she was heading in for a swim. We both smiled at one another. She set up behind my stuff earlier and I had hoped she was going to go nude as well.

It was a very surreal experience knowing that these women were freely looking at my penis and had no intention of stripping down themselves.


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The only experience I can recall was in a swimming pool.
Just outside the men's changing room there is a dryer, and if someone open the door the girl using it as a perfect view of the full changing room.
That is exactly what happened once. I was changing at the the door opened, and there was a girl just there.
When I exited, I saw the girls chatting with their friends. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but it was pretty clear that she was talking about me...


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The only cfnm experience I've had was with my first girlfriend. We were playing around with bondage and she tied me to the bed and blindfolded me. After a while she took the blindfold off and I saw she had put her clothes back on and I was completely naked. She thought it would be funny to leave me there and left the house. She came back before anyone found me but it was a scary 20 minutes.


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PostPosted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 4:46 am 
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I've had numerous experiences over the years as the voyeur, one of my least expected was working as a duty manager of a hotel gym complex just outside Liverpool.

We had reports of a male gym member being poorly in the changing rooms, to the extent we had to call the ambulance. As manager and primary first aid, I had to wait in the changing room and help in controlling his breathing etc whilst we waited for the technicians to arrive.

The gym was still open, and due to the shape of the room, I got to see a lot more of the gym members than I expected too as they left the shower and entered into the changing area. I never realised how many men just don't bother wrapping themselves with a towel when in a changing room... wish I could have this experience again


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PostPosted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 8:23 am 
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Straight after graduating, a group of us headed to the beach to celebrate. We guys strripped naked to skinny dip, and our girl classmates were mostly in their underwear (only one went topless). Fun times.


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PostPosted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 4:17 pm 
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My first time was a time that i gone to hospital to chek a problem in my body. I was remember that the nurse told me that i had to remove all the clothes. Was very shoking to me.


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PostPosted: Fri Jun 28, 2019 4:51 pm 
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My first experience was when I was about 12, in a camping, i was changing my swimsuite when one of my schoolmate (a girl I used to like) got into my tent, giving me just the time to cover my parts with my hands.


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My first experience was in high school. A mixed group of 7 guys and 10 girls were all hanging out on a hot summer night in a friend’s backyard that had a pool and hot tub.

Someone suggested that we start to lose clothing. All of the guys stripped down, but the girls were hesitant. Eventually most of them took off their tops, but all of them kept on their bikini bottoms.

I don’t know why, but being fully naked in front of a girl wearing a tiny bikini bottom caused something to really “click”.


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PostPosted: Sat Jun 29, 2019 8:51 am 
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Had another experience in high school when I was seeing a girl. We decided to go sneak into our friends pool one night; we knew they were gone on vacation with their family. There wasn’t a fence or anything, just some woods you had to walk through so it was super easy.

We got to the pool and started to strip. She had only taken off her shirt and was wearing a sports bra. I had stripped completely naked and ran right by her into the pool. I was hoping she would follow my lead, but she kept her shorts and bra on.

We swam for a bit and chatted. We hadn’t been seeing each other for very long and it hadn’t gone anywhere yet. I was still fairly inexperienced at the age of 16, so I didn’t really make a move or ask if she wanted to get naked as well.

Eventually we both got out. She had jumped out first and went to sit down and dry off. I remember going next to my clothes and seeing her looking over and smiling at me. I just stood there at first, using my shirt to dry of my face. I was fully exposed and gave her a nice view for a minute or two.

We dated another year, but I never had an opportunity to see her naked.


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PostPosted: Sat Jun 29, 2019 11:42 pm 
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My first experience in CFNM was when we were kids (two other girls and me). We played a strange game involving hiding stuff inside underwear while we were pretending to fall asleep and guessing what the item is.


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PostPosted: Sun Jun 30, 2019 6:21 am 
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My first true CFNM experience was not long after high school. I had a friend who regularly visited my apartment, as it was close to the community college we both attended. She would routinely ask if I ever walked around my apartment naked when no one was there (she had a flair for trying to embarrass me; it often worked).

Finally one day, I was tired of being the embarrassed shy guy, so I resolved that if she asked again, I was going to do it. Long story short, she did. I told her to be careful or I would do it. She called my bluff. With my heart beating faster than I think it ever has, I stared stripping. The entire time she had a smirk on her face, at least until she realized I was serious.

Once I was down to my underwear, she stopped me and said, "you don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know." I asked her if she didn't want me to, to which she replied, "of course I want you to, this is fun."

With that, I dropped my underwear and kicked them aside. I was completely naked in front of her. After a couple minutes she asked me if I do everything I'm dared to do; I told her it depends on the dare. She then dared me to put my clothes in my bedroom and stay naked for a while.

A while turned into three hours. As she was leaving, she asked me if I wanted to get dressed again, to which I said "not really."

"Then I dare you to stay naked until I text you later," she said.

I did just that. I've been naked with her a few more times, but those are stories for another post.


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