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SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
TITLE: Mountain hikes

We used to live in a village that was surrounded by mountains. A favourite pastime for me was walking my dogs on the many paths on the mountains. I would park my car and walk only in shoes and loose shorts or sometimes with a short sarong around my waist and nothing underneath. As soon as I was out of sight of the carpark and reasonably certain that nobody was watching, I would remove the shorts or sarong and walk only in shoes. I would often be able to walk for hours without seeing anybody. I kept my eyes peeled for other people so that I could cover myself before they saw me. That was the theory of it, anyway. I sometimes got caught out. On one occasion I was standing on a rock, looking down at the path far below. I heard the noise of someone coming fast and scrambled to put my shorts on. This is not easy to do when the shorts are elasticised nylon and snag on the coarse soles of running shoes. I fell on my bum on the rock, with my shorts and shoes hopelessly tangled. A group of about 10 runners came round the corner in the path behind me and disappeared down the mountain. They were concentrating so hard on negotiating the steep and rocky path that they did not even see me naked on my back 20ft away. On another occasion I was running down the mountain and came fast around a corner of a very narrow path, almost on top of a couple in their 20s who were sitting on a rock alongside the path having a romantic evening watching the sunset. There were some low bushes between us and they were a bit lower than the path, so I did not think that they could see below my waist. I thought that I was safe.. I stumbled backward a few steps and put my shorts on, called my dogs to follow me then walked past them with dignity in tatters. We greeted as I passed, then turned a hairpin in the path and continued past just below them. A little further down the path I stopped to remove my shorts again and realised that in my haste to cover myself I had put them on inside out. I must have looked a bit odd to that couple. It was then that I remembered that a few minutes earlier I had seen that my dogs had lagged a long way behind me because I was running that fast. They had not been visible on the curved path behind me, so I had called very loudly for them a few times in the very quiet evening air. I was directly above where the couple were sitting on the opposite side of a narrow ravine and no more than 100 yards away, so they will have heard me calling, looked up and seen me stark naked in the sunshine above their shaded position. Then I realised that they would have been watching in anticipation for me to come beating down the path naked and my antics must have been very funny to watch. On two other occasions that I was seen by other people, they were "6th sense" situations. I would sometimes feel that I was being watched but could not see anybody and figured that I was just being nervous. On these two occasions I was walking fast on a quiet evening and suddenly turned my head instinctively and looked directly into the eyes of the people who were watching me. I now live away from mountains and in an area where there is nowhere for me to walk naked in relative safety. That is one of the things that I most miss about my old home town.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
GENDER: Male
TITLE: Lighthouse climbing

A few years ago my wife and I visited an historic lighthouse. Guided tours were taken through the lighthouse, climbing ladder type open wooden stairs about 10 floors, all the way to the top. I was wearing short and loose shorts and both of us knew that in those shorts my favourite toys were clearly visible to anyone looking at me from below knee level. That type of flashing opportunity is seldom available, aside from standing along the rails of the upper levels of shopping malls or on glass-sided escalators. It is only luck if someone looks up and focuses on the inside of my shorts but it did sometimes happen. The other factor on my side was that climbing the steep stairs my toys would try hard to get out of my shorts. There were about 20 people gathered to go on the tour. My wife was happy with it until she walked inside the tower and saw the ladders. She said to me "You can't go up there". I said that I was going and didn't wait to argue. She knew what would happen so she stayed behind on the ground floor. As it turned out, she may have been the only one to see my display because I allowed everyone else to go ahead of me on the ladders and she was the only one to look up at me on the way up. This was not purely good manners, it also gave me the best view of the ladies in the group as they climbed the ladders. Unfortunately, no great views in the group. On the way down I also put on my best manners and went last. This time the whole group could look straight up my shorts but I could not see if anyone was looking. All this time my wife was on the ground floor, imagining the sights higher up in the tower, thinking of other women seeing the parts of me that they are not supposed to see. Her imagination was doing a much better job of it than I was abover her, as I found out later. She was obviously very turned on by what went through her imagination. On the long drive home she did something that she had never done before and has not done since. She often rests her hand on my leg when we are driving but keeps it well clear of my crotch. This time she reached down between my legs and pulled my penis and balls clear out from the leg of my shorts. She just sat there for awhile, holding them. After a few minutes she started to play with them, fondling my shaft and balls for a long time. She did not try to bring me to climax, just sat there enjoying them for about 15 minutes. I did not object, of course. I enjoy the feeling of being aroused for extremely long periods, so I enjoyed her play as long as she wanted and fought off climax so that it would increase the sexual tensions in my body. This keeps me in a flashing frame of mind, making me grab every opportunity that presents itself. She left me close enough to climax that for a few miles after she stoped I had to concentrate hard on other things until my penis was lying relaxed on the seat between my legs. That is where it stayed all the way back to the holiday house. Next day I experienced the benefits of the increased arousal on my state of mind. Her sister was on holiday with us and was up early, relaxing in the lounge. I was normally up before her but waited so that she could be up before me. I walked into the lounge stark naked, pretending that I did not know she was there. I let her get a good look at all of me before covering up. She took it very well and since then I have flashed her more times than I can count. Recently she was on holiday with us for 3 weeks and I just did not put on clothes when she was around me. My wife was upset a few years ago when she realised that I was showing all to her favourite sister but now does not object. She does not know it but all of her family (mother, father, 2 sisters and brother) have seen me naked or "accidentally" flashing my goods over a long period. The other thing that I did that day was to go by myself into the village, where there was a craft market that day for visitors. I needed a new pair of sandles and finding a comfortable pair allowed me to flash many of the people selling shoes. Trying on shoes presents so many chances for showing the hidden bits, it is always enjoyable. I enjoyed it to the maximum. I also walked all through the market and spent time looking at anything where the vendors were sitting on the ground. My penis and balls were hanging flush with the bottom of my shorts, so anyone looking from below hem line got a view. I also bent over often or crouched in exposure position to look at goods displayed on the ground, letting my own goods swing out of my shorts on the way up. Many women that day saw the benefits of my wife playing with my favourite toys while driving the day before.

SEXUALITY: Bisexual
GENDER: Male
TITLE: freeballin for a bro in shorts

About a week ago I went to the local bookstore with a t-shirt and shorts (no boxers). I decide I would try and freeball it with shorts on more or less in front of a guy for the first time. So I walked around the bookstore looking for a hot guy and a place that I could position myself across from him. I didn't find anywhere after I looked so I decided id wait. Now this bookstore has little like cube hole areas with chairs in them facing rows of books. So instead of sitting in an empty chair as was my first thought. I said I would just go take one of the step-n stools they have up and down every other row of books and sit it at the end of a row right across from the empty chair. So I did just that I sat down on the stool and waited about 20 minutes or so in hopes a hot dude would show and sit across from me and id spread my legs for him. So I wanted about a half hour and no one came. So I decided to come back a week later and try the same thing. Well, when I arrived in the same spot a week later there was already a hot guy sitting in the chair id say in his early 20s. He had dirty blonde hair and was wear a billabong T-shirt with board shorts on and flops. He was reading some type of magazine. I was so wanting to show this guy my shit I ran over to a row of book that had a stool and brought it over to the row across from him. I sat down with a book in hand and positioned myself so that my shorts leg on the right facing him was wide open. I sat there pretending to read this book and would look every now and then to see if had noticed he could look up my shorts and in and my shit. After about five minutes I finally saw him look. At first he looked then looked away then he kept looking. I could see him looking up my shorts and in at my balls and cock it was so hot I Started to get hard. I could tell her was able to see me even better now for my cock was growing on the side he was looking in. After a few more minutes he looked he started to move around in his chair and I could notice he was hard. About 10 minutes passed and the whole time he has his eyes on my shit. I glanced over at um and he acknowledge me looking at him looking at his shit and which time he moved his leg and made it so his shorts leg was open. I looked in and I could see his balls. They were so nice and a little bigger then mine. He was freeballing it to and I started to pre cum. So I figured he made it so I could see his shit why not make this a little more daring. So I held my book with one hand and then slipped my other hand down the front of my shorts (to make it look no obvious) and started to stroke my hard cock. The guy was so turn on he looked around and began to stick his hand str8 up his shorts and stroke his cock. The whole time this was going on all I wanted to do was bust but I couldn't so after about another minute I stooped jerking it and looking at him and then got up and left. When I came home I finished jacking off with the thought and sight of the guys balls I saw and him watching me jack it for about 20min in the bookstore. It was so hot and I cant wait to do it again, I sure will go and do it again for another hot bro whos willing to look up my shorts.

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