Clothing that invites CMNM situations

 Some types of clothing and certain social situations seem to invite CMNM

(clothed male / naked male) and probably just as often CFNM (clothed female / naked male) behavior. It’s not too surprising that one of those types of clothing is the kilt. Still, there are several other kinds of male attire that sometimes offer the opportunity for spontaneous partially nudity, at time under the guise of freeballing, such include boardshorts, ethnic or traditional clothing (the ‘kilt’ is a Western invention for covering male anatomy), but there are other forms of masculine clothes from Asian, the Middle East, Africa, and Oceania that perform similar functions and which offer similar glimpses.

Here are some recent photos from social events where guys were wearing kilts. 


It always seems that whenever some guy is wearing a kilt — whether formal or informal, he seems to get a lot of attention directed toward what’s under the kilt. By the way, it appears that his male buddies are just as fascinated by what he’s wearing and what he’s not as his women friends are.

Cross-cultural Perspective on Freeballing


I wonder how many other national costumes or traditional clothes allow for freeballing? I’ve spent a lot of time in Japan and a few other countries where the national costume — kimono or yukata (light summer informal kimono with fundoshi (loin cloth)) (at least it remains one of the traditional ways that some people dress –especialy for festivals or typical Japanese cultural events) does make freeballing sort of accepted. As I said in an earlier post (Scottish singer in a kilt), I wonder how many national / native or traditional costumes make it easy (or not) to freeball and perhaps to catch a glimpse. We’ve seen that many guys wearing kilts do not have anything on underneath. I have lived at times in Japan and still have strong connections to it. I find the kimono and in particular the yukata give a great opportunity to freeball. 

The traditional kimono, which is really as formal nowadays as a tuxedo and not worn very often at all, does not work out very well for freeballing — mainly because it is worn for ceremonial events and people are not likely to move around much. The kimono is also worn tightly bound and can have several undergarments and belts (obi) so that it is not likely to come open. Damn, it must even be difficult to take a leak or squat to use the bathroom. However, the yukata is quite a bit different. It is a casual summer kimono-like one piece outfit — typically worn for festivals and as night wear / indoor wear at hotsprings resorts and fine hotels. 

Traditionally, Japanese men (and there are some people who do still) wear the yukata and its shorter version (the happi coat) as casual wear — although mostly it is only during the summer and fall festivals, but a few for daily wear especially during the hot humid summer season. Under the yukata — and sometimes ONLY without even the yukata– is worn the traditional Japanese loincloth called the “fundoshi.” It is not exactly underwear because it can be worn as swimwear or beach wear, as festival gear, and as an undergarment for a yukata (or kimono). Normally, only men wear a fundoshi, but some guys think it is very sexy for women to wear them .. so you sometimes see women in porno wearing a fundoshi. Fundoshi is not really about freeballing — it is a wrap that curls up from behind and under and can even tightly bind your balls, but it certainly does not leave much to the imagination once in place. 

There are a couple of styles – -the one for festivals is often twisted into a knotty rope like a thong and rides up the crack of your ass. Other style leave a hanging cover of the front so it’s a bit hard to see the guy’s encased mound of cock and balls, but this flying droop moves and floats around so you do get a view sometimes. I’m not Japanese and don’t have much chance to wear a yukata or fundoshi, but I have an acquaintance in Japan who has been after me to try them. He is a Buddhist priest who is about 35, married with two small children. The place I stay is just next door to the temple so he invariably invites me over when he knows I am in Japan. Perhaps he is just trying to be nice by introducing me to traditional Japanese culture — Japanese are not very big on evangelical Buddhism (although I hear it does exist). On a recent trip to Tokyo, he insisted on measuring me for a yukata and told me he would have onr made for me and then show me how to wear it and we would go to a fireworks festival wearing a yukata. While he was measuring me, he got down on his knees in front of me (apparently in total innocence) but it sure made me wonder. He first had me pull off my trousers and then he measured about my waist and hips while I standing there in a bare of almost mesh semi see-thru boxers. 

I had to pull my t-shirt down over the front to conceal what could have been a eyeful of my semi-freeballing. The next day he came running up to me again and wanted to measure me again — he thought he might have made a mistake so it surely did get me to questioning his motives. For now, I will assume he has only my “cross-cultural” education at heart and nothing else. I do have to say that it will be interesting if he wants to teach me how to wear a fundoshi next! There are a few different types of ‘fundoshi’ style (Japanese loincloths). I guess you might say they are more like “freebutting” instead of freeballing, but what the hell, I think they look pretty cool. This photo above shows a guy’s full body tatoo (irezumi) — still quite popular with a certain segment of the Japanese — it was strongly associated with gangsters (yakuza) but less so nowadays. 

Notice the twisted rope effect in the crack of his fundoshi — wonder what that feels like — maybe it helps keeps his semi-hard so that the spectators can enjoy the festival “show” even more. You can see different lengths of “happi” coats in this pic– so the fundoshi is not really meant to be covered up — although it can serve as underwear — it is more like a 400 year old Japanese Speedo bikini or gym shorts.


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First Time Experiences with CMNM: How did it start?

One of the new members on the (private group) started a discussion recently.

           I’d like to hear about others guys’ experiences with “innocent” CMNM, especially first times. Here’s one of mine to get the discussion started:

        My first time real CMNM was maybe 6 or 7 years ago. First, let me say that I am str8-married but have always been at least bi-curious and then bi-discreet. So while this was not my first time messing with a guy, it was a first CMNM experience. I was on a business trip and looking around for a jo partner on line. Most every response wanted way more than I was looking for. One str8 guy got me chatting and told me about a scenario he’d like to play out, which we did.

My friend came over to my room. He brought a six pack. it had been unusually hot and sticky and I had not showered yet after my business day. We enjoyed a quick cold beer together, and opened the second within a few minutes an hung out sitting on the only couch in the room. Half way through the 2nd beer, I said I had not showered yet and wanted to jump into the shower real quick sync I felt grimmy. He said sure. While I did not undress in front of him, he did sneak into the bathroom while was showering and took a peak or two while I was in the shower. I came out only in the rather small hotel towel. I just needed to cool down a bit more.

          At this point I sat in the chair opposite the couch and continued slowly sipping my beer. after a shower and almost 2 beers, I was feeling horny and sneaked a feel now and then. He pretended not to notice at first, but then gave me an encouraging nod.

 I let the towel drape open and let him see my growing member. I was feeling both embarrassed and comfortable at the same time. All the while, he had his shorts and t-shirt on. Then he said, nah, it’s cool, so I just took the towel off and started to openly stroke, slowly. He wanted a closer look, so I sat on the coffee table in front of him, and then next to him on the couch. He played with himself through his pants, but I did not see his dick that first time although I really wanted to. i think being denied seeing him naked and hard was a turn on but also a bit embarrassing that he was just watching me masturbate. Of course, I got to a point where I tried to stop since I could not see his, but he egged me on and convinced me to shoot for him to watch. It was very cool to have to let my guard down and just be totally natural and do this private act in front of another guy.

posted by: David

  • Kelly

          It happened to me another way. I guess there were other so-called CMNM experiences before that, but this one was so memorable and definitely fit the category. I had gone out to a public park along the shoreline of the bay. It’s a semi-deserted spot but there were people around but just not in the immediate vicinity. I stripped naked and discreetly sunbathed. I had taken a couple of beers along to enjoy and so was feeling horny. A cyclist appeared and sort of appeared interested in getting a look, but he left after a bit. That just made me hornier.

    Then a 20-something guy noticed me from a distance and slowly made his way over toward me. I could tell he was intrigued and wanted to confirm that I was actually nude. Eventually, it became obvious to him that I was naked and aroused. It made it deliciously erotic for me to expose myself to him in public, but he kept just getting closer.

          Without saying a word, but only gesturing, he urged me to grab my cock and starting jacking. He remained standing and fully clothed in his athlete training pants and a jacket, but he kept keeping closer until finally he was at my feet. He used his own feet to press my legs further apart and he stared down at me, jerking with gusto for his pleasure. I tried sitting up to grasp his obviously erect cock through the soft materials of his pants, but he wouldn’t let me do so, practically commanding me with nothing more than grunts to lie back down and to get back to work jerking my own cock. Finally, it was just too much and I came in great spurts all over my chest and belly as I lay on the ground. He smiled and said thanks, leaving me there panting but satisfied. I quickly looked around to see if anybody else had been watching since I had been lost in lust for a few minutes.

           The whole experience only last 15 minutes or so.. but it was so totally hot and unexpected that it was the source for many a long reflection on what had happened and why it has seemed so sublime a sexual encounter. It was the event that caused me to focus on the clothed / unclothed aspects of homosexual attraction and probably what made me identify with CMNM. Obviously, there were a few more elements involved: I was naked in public, and the guy was more than 20 years younger than me.

    posted by: sunbuns (Kelly Lewis)

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Thorn’s CMNM and Flashing Story, Chapter 2

An original story (whether it is a true personal experience only the author can say) by Thorn. Posted on Yahoo Groups: on January 10, 2008.

CHAPTER 2 Car flashing with my buddy, Eric by Thorn

The following night Eric arrived as arranged. He looked great, his white T-shirt and white shorts showed off his body well.I playfully put my arm around his waist enjoying the warmth of his body as I ushered him into the house. “You really on for this,” I asked.

“You bet,” said Eric, “this is going to be a blast.” Eric had dared me the previous night to drive around town wearing nothing but a T-shirt. I had said he had to join me, so here we were ready to go. “OK, let’s go for it,” I said my heart beginning to pound and my cock getting hard in anticipation.

We headed out to my car and got in. “Why don’t we drive to the beach,” I said, “we can lose our shorts there.””Sounds good to me,” said Eric. On the way Eric was talking about our impromtu window show the previous night, then talked about all sorts of other things he had done previously. “But doing it together is so much more fun,” he gave my thigh a squeeze.We reached the beach and parked the car. “OK, you first… this was your idea,” I laughed. Without having to be asked twice, Eric pulled down his shorts revealing that lovely uncut dick I had seen for the first time the previous night. I couldn’t be

a party pooper so I pulled my shorts down and off my ankles. So here we were, in my car in public naked from the waist down and both of us hard with excitement. “Right,” I started the engine and drove off down the road. There were a few people around, from where they were standing we looked as though we were fully clothed. The danger was that a higher vehicle would drive alongside us, someone would look out of a building, or that someone would cross the road. We drove around for some time enjoying the excitement of this risk of being seen. It was Eric who said, “Let’s go drive down where the cruisers gather”.
 This was the place where all the young guys turn up and ogle at each others

cars and equipment… although I have also reckoned quite a lot of them are sizing up each other’s equipment, not just the cars’!”Wow, you have got to be kidding!” I responded, “There will be people all round.” “So, all the more fun,” Eric replied, “come on, we wanted some fun.” “OK, I replied and turned the car round.” 

We arrived at the car park that everyone meets in and drove in. Sure enough there were guys around our age everywhere, looking at cars, peering into cars and standing around in groups. I drove round the outside of the car park. “Come on,” Eric said, “go there!” He was pointing to an area which was full of guys standing round cars. “OK,” I said with a shrug of the shoulders. 

We drove down towards the group of twenty or so guys. They were all around our age, some looked as though they must just have passed their driving test yesterday. I drove slowly past with my dick now quite hard with the excitement. One of the guys must have spotted and nudged his mate who turned round looked in and smiled. Further on another guy was even more blatant as he pointed and drew the attention of two others. 

My dick was now jumping and I looked across at Eric who was hard as a rod.We drove out of the car park, with Eric protesting that we should go round again. “No way,” I said heading on the road home.We arrived at my houses still wearing only our T-shirts. We had driven right through the centre of town. It was getting dark so it wasn’t too risky but it was pretty damn exciting, wondering if a bus would pull up alongside, a pedestrian walk through the traffic, or a big 4×4 come past. 

 We arrived at my house and, got out of the car still naked from the waist down with a massive hard on. I walked round behind the car and Eric got out and headed my way. He too was hard and big.Standing behind the car I grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it up and off.

He was now naked in the darkness between the house and the hedge. Eric lifted my T-shirt, sliding his hand up my stomach and chest. I grabbed Eric’s hard dick and started stroking, we lay down on the cool concrete. I was the first to cum. It was one of those deep shuddering ones that you get after real excitement. Eric stayed at my house that night and as we drifted off to sleep hugging each other we talked about what thrills we would get up to next.

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