Kelly's Second Life

My secret existence that's not so hush-hush anymore.

This is a collection of my thoughts, writings, musings,

and a place to collect my various blog projects into one place. (SEE the list of my other blogs on right side-bar).

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Wrestle and Wank: a original CMNM and buddy sex story

Wrestle and Wank: a original CMNM and buddy sex story

by Thorn on his Yahoo Group [thorngay]

Whenever we go round to John's flat it's just be a matter of time before he would find some excuse to start play wresting with at least one of us.

I say one of us, because the others usually seem willing to join in. During the fight T-shirts get pulled off, shirts become unbuttoned and disposed of and occasionally more.

It is a great opportunity to get up close and very personal with friends. But, because it is a kind of macho, thanks to the wrestling, it doesn't seem to produce the same defensive response as if, say, you simply started removing someone's shirt for the hell of it!

Being gay I naturally rather like when I, or the others, lose more than our shirts. So I have became quite adept and furtively unclipping belts, unbuttoning and unzipping jeans. I usually end up with my jeans half open and my briefs exposed for all to see and, very often touch.

I try not to be too hard so that I look too much as though I am enjoying things, but it's not easy to control. Especially when I have one of my mates bare chested and squeezed up tight to my body with only a bit of thin cotton between my dick and their bod. I try hard not to get too aroused. Must keep up the pretence that I am not overly enjoying this... LOL.

Occasionally I manage to get mine, or a friends jeans right off, so we are left wrestling in briefs or boxers.

Then is when the high-jinks can start. Usually it is not long before the briefs, start to slide down. Either of their own accord or with various helping hands. My own included.

Sometimes, I, or one of the others will end up completely naked on the floor in front of a group of friends wrestling.

On one such occasion I was wrestling with Joe and managed to get his shorts to fall off. Funny that ;-).

Then Tim lent a helping hand to pull his boxers off his butt. From there they just slid down of their own accord until I was wrestling with a naked Joe.

Now Joe is a sexy guy and, even sexier with no clothes. So, when Ken said to "grab his cock!" well... I didn't stop to worry about pretending I was not gay, I just took this as an instruction and obeyed. The others let out a whoop which just encouraged me. At first I just enjoyed holding his dick, but then – encouraged by the obvious delight of the others – I started stroking his dick. Joe seemed to like it as he just lay there and his dick started to throb in my hand. It felt really good.

In an instant Joe rolled onto his back in front of the group with my hand still attached to his dick. It was like as if I couldn't let go.

For an instant I thought I would spoil the illusion of straight macho-ness and be thrown out of the house. But, all I could see where lots of eyes transfixed with the spectacle and the sound of a few slightly nervous laughs covering for uncertainty.

I found my hand starting to wank Joe in front of the audience. He lay there obviously enjoying this and the guys were now making encouraging noises too - "yeah", "go for it", "get him to cum" were among the comments I heard.
Joe was now getting very hard and a little wet. Obviously he was enjoying it. Then with a shudder he shot a hot load over his body.
"Good boy," said John. Mark chipped in that it was only fair that it should be me next. I pretended to object, but secretly wanted to perform. Joe cleaned himself up and stepped towards me, unzipping my jeans and puliing down my briefs. My dick sprang to attention. "On the floor," Joe said and I wllingly agreed.

Six pairs of eyes were watching as Joe worked my cock until I, too, exploded. There was a muted cheer from the guys. I turned and noticed that Tom, who was in the group watching, had his jeans and briefs around his ankles and was wanking away. Obviously he had enjoyed the show.

Soon others were joining in and clothes were flying in all directions. We spent the rest of the night naked, drinking, chatting, wanking.

From then on we had another outcome for the wrestling sessions which now became more exciting.


Did you ever have sex with a real porn star?

On a recent discussion forum, there was a question asked:

Did you ever have Sex with a real porn star? How was it?

I personally did, two different guys. But I didn't see much difference other than I wad way more
nervous than normal, cause both of them are so hot!

So how was your experience?


01 Oct 2011, 09:31
I love how no one is mentioning the names lol. Confidentiality? :P
While I didn't mention any names on the site, I will show the photos of a few of porn stars that I have communicated with (Either in chat, via a blog comment, on Twitter or by other means). None of these communications has been live or in person (like via a telephone). There are a couple more, but they have quit working longer ago, and I have had no further contact with them, and don't even know how to get in contact. One of them, a young twink guy who called himself Trox , got semi-famous posting sex videos of himself using a dildo on Youtube (and other sites). Later he worked briefly with porn star Brent Everett's studio, but probably quit the porn job to start college. He should have finished by now, so he may reappear suddenly.

Note: The first guy on the far left is also famous for his 'pissing boys' videos, who once made a porn film with one of the other, who is even more famous for his water sports action films.

(The photo above of the guy next to the tent is this blog's author.)

Follow up: sunbuns99

01 Oct 2011, 12:50
Let me re-emphasize one of my points above.

They _ARE NOT_ so stuck on themselves (as one may think) is what I had meant to write. However, it's true that they didn't make it to near the top of the gay porn industry by being sweet and docile either. They can be cocky, sometimes even arrogant, but then they do get fucked in the ass in most of their films.

I guess I have an automatic affinity for those ex-porn stars who frequently (or exclusively) played popular bottoms. Those are the ones who are likely to get the bum rap or who can't adopt a new 'role' (by buffing up with muscle training and steroids) to play a BDSM top or a daddy bear when they start to get older, or reach the big 30 or 40 (and older).

So my (oversensitive, almost female) brain gets all mushy over these poor sweet-butt hotties, who are getting a bit too old to play twinks, have a new hubby who wants him to quit porn, or who finally have developed aspirations to do some more challenging and creative with their lives - not that I am decrying their porn careers in the least.

Friday, October 21, 2016

My closet flashing finally gets a notice


Being a closet flasher I enjoy wearing my mesh shorts or athletic pants (liner removed)outdoors. Amazingly however, I rarely get noticed -- even when I don't wear a long shirt that would cover up the fact that I'm free-balling and hanging loose. There are different sized mesh weaves so the amount of transparency varies on the garment and whether it's sunny or cloudy (amount of light) affects how see-thru they appear. 

For the first time in a pretty long while, I actually did get noticed. I went out about 7 a.m. the other day wearing my long mesh pants to take a morning walk -- without my dog. Lately I've been taking the dog out and hour or so later than that. 

Along came someone on a bicycle who I've seen in the neighborhood before but haven't for a long time. He's a gardener / landscaper who works at a nursery nearby. I remember him because he's used come early to pick up the company truck parked in a lot across from where I live.

(The photo at the right is one of this blog's author. ---> )
 He would arrive on his bicycle and then proceed to stand sideways out in front the parked vehicle and take a long piss (just about every morning). I had noticed this habit - not because I was spying on him - but I'd see him when I came out to get the paper, looked out the window, He was apparently not deliberately exposing himself -- at least from my viewpoint. Yet I always wondered if he were sort of doing it on purpose. If he's coming to work by bicycle, his own place couldn't be that far away. 

For a year or so, his company uses a different parking lot for their vehicles so I've not seen him taking a morning piss. Well, that other morning, as he rode passed me on his bicycle his eyes centered in on my freeballing cock in these mesh pants which was just hanging partly below my shirt. He turned in from a side road and so his view of it
was just a short glance, but he definitely reacted. Because he had earphones on, as was listening to music, he could not heard himself but I heard him mumbled just as he passed me 'goddamn! or something like that, doing a double take.

Somehow I don't think he was not as shocked as he was surprised - maybe even delighted -- that there was somebody in his neighborhood he would do what he's been thinking about so long (his pissing in public was just his way of innocent flashing). So I now I think he might have been getting his own thrills as he 'innocently' pissed in public ever morning.

I know there are many -- if not most freeballers - who do wear no underwear for a lot different reasons than the thrill of accident exposure. But I think there might at least be a element of thrill of being seen for a good many -- even showing a VPL (visible penis line) through your pants/short that are NOT mesh must be appealing to some freeballers. Wearing mesh and semi-transparent or see-thru or ripped clothes with holes while freeballing is more further step along in that direction.


Saturday, October 15, 2016

The Big Outdoors: Nature's Call to be Nude



There's something definitely spiritual about the attraction for and the effect that the Great Outdoors has on the male psyche and also his libido. There are few men who do not report that they have had had the urge, and are likely to have acted upon it, to abandon their clothes and to commune with the glorious beauty of nature by getting totally nude. For some of us, it acts like an aphrodisiac.
Scenic Boys

I have previously written an article about Scenic Boys, who are a young gay couple who lead their friends on environmentally-friendly and sometimes naked, excursions in the natural splendor of the great outdoors. The Scenic Boys end of showing off their own nature male beauty as well. You can visit their video blog Scenic Boys and also find them on Facebook.
Here's another article about this very topic:
ing week. I had started out in the early chill of the day, but by noon the sun was out and the air was hot. I was concentrating on soaking up the heat, the sound of my paddle in the water, the aesthetics of the trees hanging over the banks.

One day last year I was paddling solo down a beautiful creek in the Midwest. I was scouting a route for a class I would be bringing there to follow. 
As I rounded a bend in the river, another canoe approached from behind about six feet off the port side. The person at the bow of the canoe, dressed in an old T-shirt and shorts, was happily paddling forward, completely oblivious to the person at the stern, who was dressed in ... well, nothing but a smile.

"Great day to get naked!" He shouted.
The other person laughed to himself, apparently thinking the guy behind him was joking.

"It sure is!" I called back.
The person at the bow began to sense there was something amiss. The poor guy looked over his shoulder to see that he was the only clothed person in his canoe. Apparently, a fifteen-foot vessel was not large enough for him to be sitting in front of a naked redneck in the middle of nowhere. He started paddling as though he could make his end of the canoe outrun the back end.

Every now and then I spy an article in an outdoor magazine that mentions, in brief, the interest people have in nude recreation. People have hiked the Appalachian Trail with nothing but their boots and socks on, rappelled wearing nothing but their harnesses and I've even heard of naked skydiving! It would surprise you some of the things people do naked, but who hasn't gone skinny dipping?
In broaching the subject of nude recreation, I hear people say, "Sorry, but there are some people I don't want to see naked." Come on now. How many of us really look like Leonardo DiCaprio in The Beach or Kate Bosworth in Blue Crush? Why should the

fun be relegated to the beautiful? Goddess or gremlin, we all need some sun. Some more than others.
Let me point out that in many areas, recreational or not, nudity is illegal. This is where the American Association for Nude Recreation comes in. I met some representatives of this organization two years ago at a convention in Denver, Colo. They were very cordial, professional, open and dedicated to making nude recreation socially acceptable. They candidly explained that the AANR works to ensure both freedom and access to nature in clothing-optional locations. To this end, they work through educational, professional and political means to promote the validity of nudity as a means of recreation.
In view of a potential fine and the potential reactions of those unexpectedly encountered, why do some people prefer their recreation sans apparel?
I've heard it referred to as a "baptism into nature." Our entire body is one big sensory organ. We never experience anything as much as when we throw our whole selves into it. The person who watches a DVD about Mt. Hood won't know the emotions of the person who climbs it. The person who walks beside Opal Creek won't know the exhilaration of the person who jumps in it. The person who hikes into the Grand Canyon won't feel the same intimacy as doing so without the inhibition of clothing
I think it's like being on a road trip and turning a corner to see the most spectacular view spread out in front of me. The first thing I do is roll down the window. Then I start looking for a place to pull over, leave the car and stare uninhibited at the beauty before me. Maybe it's also like looking into the face of someone I find truly beautiful, someone I truly want to know. I naturally want to reach out and touch them, to remove the inhibition of silence that separates use.

It's about removing inhibitions. The window glass between me and the view inhibits what I want to see clearly. The distance between you and that person inhibits what you want to hold. So the reaction is to stop and reach out. At this point I am reminded of how many beautiful opportunities we have every day, in the faces of the people we pass. We allow too many inhibitions to keep us from reaching out and seeing each other clearly.

It seems we are so tightly clothed and constricted by so many things that we maintain a glass of social indifference between us and the lives of others. I am not suggesting that we should all be required to walk around naked, but if we could simply stop and reach past our inhibitions once or twice, we'd find that the next person is just as human as we are. In truth, clothing doesn't make the man, because the human is underneath.
Skinny dippers unite!

If you are interested in getting naked or the American Association for Nude Recreation, see for more details.

Jamie Lewis Hedges is an outdoor columnist for The Daily Barometer. He can be reached

Ready to go get naked in the great outdoors

by Jamie Lewis Hedges

Issue date: 5/8/03 Section: Sports

As the days get hot, people get naked!

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