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PostPosted: Mon Jun 17, 2019 7:59 am 
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my first real time expirience was with a woman that I met to lick her feet. We went into a hotel room and I was stripping naked in front of her while I had to turn around while she was changing her jenas with a skirt.

After that I was licking her feet and sucking her toes.


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PostPosted: Mon Jun 17, 2019 1:24 pm 
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The first CFNM experience I can remember was when I was 9 with two girls 11 and 12 years old. When we were playing outside they tried to pushed me several time to participate to games where they could have a chance to see my dick. Sometimes it was not really subtle, like we pick one of us "randomly" (surprisingly, the chance was picking me). Then the objective was for them to run after me, catch me and fight to remove my pants and briefs.


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Nearly Nude In Public
Axe 'Undie-Run' at OSU.
While not completely nude in public, I was nearly so a few years back when I participated in an "Undie Run" put on by Axe deodorant. It was a charity event where you show up, strip down to your underwear, and hand your clothes over for a charity donation to a local shelter. They bundled them up and tossed them into a bin in a big truck. There were hundreds of people there to participate and hundreds more showed up just to see people strip down to their underwear.

I was really eager to do this, but also fairly apprehensive about being out in this crowd with hardly any clothes on and absolutely no easy to back out once it was done. When I handed my clothes over and they tossed then in the truck, I understood the finally of it and knew there was no turning back at that point. I wore two pair of undies that day: one pair was an average level of revealing-ness (ie, pair of white briefs that covered a little more than the bikini style), and under those I wore a smaller pair of seamless white briefs that were semi transparent when dry, but became more transparent when wet.

I mingled around the crowd of mostly much younger people and talked to a few of the several dozens who were closer to my age, while we waited for the two-mile run to start, just before sundown. As soon as I felt bold enough, I slipped off the outer pair of undies and ditched them in a trash can. So, there I was, in the midst of several hundred other underwear clad people, but now wearing something that did very little to hide what little that remained covered. I got a few comments on it, but to be honest the crowd was so dense that not many people could get a view of me far enough back to take in how revealing these were.

Soon it was time to line up and begin the run. The horn sounded and off we ran. There were tons of people lining the route cheering and yelling. Some had brought water hoses out to squirt at runners, so I steered toward one of them and got completely wetted down as I passed. Now, I was running in a pair of transparent white underwear that concealed NOTHING! I looked down and, yep they had become skin-tone and my penis was plainly visible I could see and hear people reacting to it and commenting ("did you see the guy in the see-thru under pants?", etc.) as I ran by. It was exhilerating.

After the run I lingered for a short while at the post-run party, but since I had no cash on me to buy a drink, I headed for my car after about fifteen minutes. I had parked about six blocks away and hidden my key so I wouldn't risk losing it while i ran. Making that long walk through the university neighborhoods wearing only my skimpy underwear was also a great adventure. This was one time that I had no worry about being bothered by the cops for walking down the street nearly nude, because they were all well aware of the event--and may have even worked at it. I passed one guy and girl walking thru the alley and he said, "hey man, I can see your c*ck" and just kept on walking.

I felt rather giddy while doing this and took full advantage of my freedom along the way. A couple of times in the alley when there was no one close by I even slipped off my underwear and walked nude for a ways. I was probably seen, too, when some students appeared a ways off before I'd had a chance to put them back on. It was a Friday evening so there were house parties going on also. I walked by a couple where people were out on the front porch and naturally got my share of attention from them. I was invited to come in and have a drink, and would've loved to have given it a go. However, I'd gotten away from my house on some pretext that evening but couldn't afford to come home smelling of smoke or alcohol, so I had to pass it up.

There was also a house party going on across from where my car was parked, and the people on the porch were taking notice of me as I walked up to it. I was reluctant to have thus wonderful experience end, so I did one last little thing. After retrieving my key from its hiding place, I very casually slid my underwear down and let them drop to the ground as I stood there under the streetlight. I could hear the exclamations coming from the group across the street and could also see two guys and two girls about a half block away walking toward me. I casually waved at them as I unlocked my car, got in, and drive away still nude. I continued to replay the whole evening in my mind as I drive home in the nude. What a night!

Would love to do something like this again some day.


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PostPosted: Tue Jun 18, 2019 4:04 pm 
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Never actually had a genuine one, but I love being naked in front of my clothed girlfriend


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Hello there

caught naked by my neighbour


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I think I did have some accidental cfnm situations when I was a kid. I remember my cousin walking in on me when I was taking a bath. I later got to see her naked too lol


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Hello there. (English is not my mother tongue so there will be incorrect sentences a lot. Sorry. )

I don't remember my first experience. But one of my experience was at a swimming center. I was changing my clothing after swimming. I was standing in front of the big mirror on the wall. And the wall was very close from exit of changing room.

A young mother just broke in the exit to say something to her kid in the changing room. She didn't enter the changing room but she could see me naked. Even I was standing showing my back to her but I could see her from the mirror. After she noticed me she was blushed a little but she didn't go out right away. She took her time and finished what she had to talk to her kid. I didn't do anything like cover my crouch or hide myself. Even it was very brief moment, but I could see her checking my ass and my crouch from a mirror. That was nice moment.

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My first CFNM experience was a medical exam in my Junior High School 7th grade year, age 12 in the 1940s.

My US junior high school was in the same building in which I had attended kindergarten and elementary classes (age 5-11 years old), so we had the same nurse whom we had always had, and also the same doctor. Once a year we would be called in for a physical exam by the school doctor. There was only one room, so the doctor examined you with the nurse looking on and making notes in your record, and you were examined one at a time.

For these exams we boys just took off our shirts and trousers and stood in our underpants. The doctor listened to our hearts with his (cold) stethoscope, looked in our mouths, checked our throats, checked our ears and eyes and conducted an eye test. We then got dressed and went back to class - the whole thing took 15 minutes at the most.

So in 7th grade when I was called for my annual exam, I expected the same routine: same nurse and doctor, same room, same routine EXCEPT after all that was done, the doctor said, "now lower your underpants please". Yikes! So I did, of course, and he proceeded to stick his finger up beside my balls and said, "Turn your head and cough", for the hernia test. I'd not been warned and didn't really understand what he was doing but of course I did as I was told while the nurse looked on.

Was I embarrassed? A bit, I suppose, with the nurse looking on, but I just accepted that this was how it was. I had just entered puberty, but this had no sexual overtones for me, and was really a non-event in that respect. I grew up in an era when you never questioned authority and you did as you were told.


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I've fortunately only had the one experience and it was before I even knew anything about CFNM. I was part of a local rugby team a few years back and we had a bit of a tradition where the worst player of the match would always be on the receiving end of some kind of antics from the rest of the lads. Well lo and behold one week I didn't play my best and came striding out of the showers after the match only to see that my towel and my clothes were missing from where I'd left them. Not an original move from the boys and very common practice so I probably should have seen it coming. The bag of clothes would always miraculously be found outside the small building just far enough from the door that the unlucky lad would have to walk outside in the nude.

I said some choice words to the boys as I walked to the entrance where the some were kindly already holding the door open for me, I cupped my important bits in my hands, and I stepped out into the cool spring air naked as the day I was born. The lads cheered and laughed behind me as I looked around for the bag. It wasn't in the usual spot so I turned to ask them where they'd hid it, only to find them holding it up inside the room. "Right here, mate!" was all I got as they slammed the door in my face and left me locked out of the building completely starkers.

I banged on the door relentlessly and begged them to let me back in, but to no avail. Eventually giving up, I just stood there with my hands on the door, buck ass naked, with water still dripping off me from my shower, totally defeated. But just when I thought it couldn't get worse, our lovely cheerleaders had finished getting changed and came outside to find me stood in the open in all my glory - or lack of it. The girls had clearly been warned about my embarrassment prior to the meeting as I barely had time to react before I was blinded by camera flashes. I tried unsuccessfully to cover my face, only to leave other parts of me very uncovered. The girls made several below the belt jokes, literally, and weren't shy about laughing at my expense. The photos are still shared around and joked about all these years later, and I doubt I'll ever be able to live it down.

Needless to say, I never played anything but my absolutely best from that day forward. And I never had a cold shower after a match again.


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England Walk.
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My first time witnessing CFNM in real life and my first time being the one on display for girls are two different things. My first time witnessing it is as follows:

When I was still a teenager I was living abroad in England. One night I turned down a street on my way home to find a teenage boy (who looked close to 17) peeing against a wooden fence. This was not an unusual sight at night in Britain; however, there were some things bout this that seemed very unusual to my American eyes.

First, the boy was not standing up by the fence. He was actually standing in the street an entire sidewalk distance away.

Second, it was only dusk and not really dark. This left his todger clearly visible and on display.

Third, he was hard enough that his penis was jutting out from his crotch perpendicular to his upright torso. This hung it pointing directly at the wall like a fleshy fire hose while he kept his hands at his sides.

Fourth, a British girl was gripping his rigid boy handle and giggling while spraying the fence with it. The boy bent his legs and arched a little so his stream would arch higher. The girl was absolutely loving her fleshy super soaker and was commenting amid laughter, “you are a crude boy...you’re so crude.” Even though she was accusing him, it was her that was holding his manhood and playing with it like her own personal toy while the British boy remained silent in a bit of a drunken stupor. The girl even stopped holding his cock for a brief moment and just bent her face down for a closeup inspection and giggle. How close was she inspecting? Any closer and her nose would have touched his erect pink hose.


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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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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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PostPosted: Mon Jun 24, 2019 8:26 pm 
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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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