NitroXFlash - Nudity / Nudism / Exhibitionism

On Wrestlers Know

On some level these guys know.  They're young, usually in college, early 20's; with these tight, toned, amazing bodies just to start with.  Then they put on this stretchy, skin-tight one-piece of clothing, the singlet.  It leaves their arms, legs and varying degrees of their chest exposed to the skin.

Because of the way singlet's fit (thank heavens), they bunch up at the crotch, and guys also have their dick and balls right there, so it's a double-whammy.  Now, add in the fact that many wrestlers choose to freeball and not wear any underwear.  So now you have this skin-tight, stretchy singlet proudly displaying the guys 'junk' right there, hanging out front on beautiful display.  Even if they do wear underwear or a jockstrap, the bulge is almost always pretty pronounced, even totally soft - not counting any semi's or wood.  And I'm not even discussing the clingy way the singlet cups, shapes and shows off the ass either.

Now, I'm not arguing that all these guys are gay, because I don't think most of them are.  Nor do I think they're necessarily exhibitionistic and are perv'ing out on displaying a big bulge in their gear.  But I do think somewhere in their mind, they realize that they're young, athletic, hot, toned, and wearing a pretty sexy piece of athletic equipment and their body is on display.  I also think they enjoy the attention of being a masculine, male and are proud of their maleness and prowess so showing off their ass or bulge just kinda fits into the big picture and they're ok with it all; even enjoy it.

Yeah, they have to know.

. . .  Matt

On Git' Sun

I need sun. I need warmth. I need it SOON!

Where should I go for a quick weekend get-a-way?

. . .  Matt

Winter's Worst

4°F

Feels Like
-13°F

It's just so, so, so cold today.  In Chicago, we are now in the deepest part of Winter.  The sunlight is thin and brief, the air is so dry it cracks your skin, the temperature is so cold it burns and the wind so harsh it stings any exposed skin.  In short, the exact opposite of the weather a nudist or exhibitionist thrives on.  It's pure misery.

But, it's also not only cold, but it's the usual Chicago, winter ugly out too.  There is virtually no snow anywhere, which at least would be pretty to look at.  Nope, it's almost always gray outside, with a chalky, white layer of salt on everything from the cars, the roads, to your shoes and skin.  Everything is withered, lifeless and barren.  Blecht.

It's times like this, every year, when I question why I live where I do, and struggle to remember all the great things this city has to offer in the spring, summer and fall.  It's nearly impossible to do in February.  I'm wearing two pairs of socks, underwear, sweatpants, two t-shirts and a sweatshirt, INSIDE, and I'm still chilly.  I think to myself, why don't I live in San Diego, Los Angeles, Hawaii where it's warm all year, or even San Francisco, which isn't exactly warm, but isn't devastatingly cold either.

It's hard to spend any amount of time naked, even right after the shower.  My body is virtually ungroomed, body hair not trimmed or taken care of, almost every inch of skin covered in layer upon layer of lotion to desperately stave off the dry air and keep myself moisturized.  I am pale; oh so pale and white.  Not the pristine, alabaster, beautiful ,white; un-sun-touched skin; no, like every other Chicago'an it's the sickly winter paleness.

Add to all that, the post-holiday and mid-winter body fat is settled securely in place, stubbornly refusing to come off at the gym like it does every February.  Even with working out 5 x a week it will be minimum of March before my body recognizes the still-very-distant approach of Spring months away in May and reluctantly begins to slough off the fat and get back into a semblance of fitness.

I am cold, pale, dry, flabby, and cranky.  I wish I could sleep the winter away like a bear or rabbit and wake up when it's all over.

. . .  Matt

On Body Rubs

A body rub is almost the same as a massage in my mind, but with two distinct differences.  A body rub consists of an amateur (vs. licensed/professional) massage of the body, done by a non-licensed person.  Since it's not a professional arrangement and the purpose is more for touch, pleasure and feeling good, engaging in sexual activity during or at the end of the body rub is not at all out of the question.

For the most part, I've encountered basically two situations when giving/receiving a body rub.  One is when the rub is given to one man from another who is non-licensed to perhaps earn some extra cash.  By giving other men 'body rubs' he provides them a sensual touch experience, which usually is accompanied by a release at the end of the time.

The other circumstance is the one I'm more familiar with and it involves two men exchanging body rubs between each other.  In this way to like-minded men who enjoy giving/receiving body rubs, exchange touch with each other for fun and pleasure.  Exchanging body-rubs with other men is an incredible way to express healthy sexual maleness, explore your own body being touched in a safe and sensual way, and explore the differences in other male bodies all at the same time.  Everyone needs to be touched to some degree or another and it can be a very affirming and comforting experience, in addition to the pleasurable aspects that present themselves when two men are naked and touching.

Along this line of thinking are also some guys who simply enjoy touching attractive or muscular men and who offer to give body rubs or massage in a one-way situation.  The idea is the 'beautiful' man gets a free body rub and feels good, and the other man enjoys touching a naked man he finds attractive, which he probably, otherwise wouldn't have the opportunity to.

On Legit Massage (LMT)

This is a repost from my August Massage series, but is a good way to re-introduce the subject of massage and my views on it, as I post more.

What I look for in a massage, is the licensed man (not a woman), who has a strong touch and takes his time.  I also like to be massaged over almost the entire body, but not quite all.  Believe it or not, I don't like to be 'released' when I get a legit massage; just not my thing.  My body aches, so getting a good, quality massage is important to me, and once you introduce direct sexual contact (instead of sensual innuendo) it sullies everything and changes the dynamic.  Although I've certainly gone this route before, from that point on, it always feels that the guy is rushing through the massage to get to the 'good stuff' that he wants to do, instead of providing the stress relief that I am looking for. 

On Massage

. . .  Matt

This past summer, I wrote about my searching for massage therapists and the difficulty in finding a guy who was a good match.  I thought it might be time to follow up on how some of that turned out and my continuing search for an LMT (Licensed Massage Therapist).  I'll begin with a review of what I was looking for and continue to look for in a legitimate therapeutic massage in this next post.

On Ripped Jeans

My friends would kill me for saying so out loud, but I really wish cut-off jean shorts were in style.  I know, I know... how 70's .. eeeew.  But, for a guy like me, cut-off jeans shorts present oh-so-many great opportunities.  Cut-off's allow the customization of the shorts by you; you're not limited by Bordie style shorts length that come to the knee, or big/baggy basketball shorts like today's fashion dictates.  Not that I don't love my Bordie's and bbshorts, but they really don't offer much at all in the way of allowing your dick, balls or ass to become exposed in any way.

On Light on Dark

Sorry for the lower-quality of this picture, but I have always just found it incredibly hot.  Not the least of the considerations is the two men, entwined around each others naked body; legs spread open, arms wrapped around tightly and tongues delving into the most sensitive places.

I also find the contrast of the light and dark skin extremely arousing.  I'm not sure if that means I have an interest in inter-racial sex, or if I like the variety from the normal same-race sex pictures you see, or the combination of the two skin colors so close and intimate.

To each their own feelings, but I've never had any hangups or preferences for the color of my men.  I don't prefer one skin color over another, I don't dislike any one skin color or find it unattractive.  If a man is hot, he's hot and that's that.  But, I do certainly find appealing contrast and difference from the norm.

I also don't give any real consideration to the whole racial stereotype things either; with one exception.  Latin men, do seem to more often than not be uncircumcised; not sure if that's a stereotype or not.  I've seen big and little dicks on black, Asian, Latin, white and Indian men.  And while I think most gay men like to see a big dick, there is a whole lot more to the entire thing than just that one aspect.  Now, don't get me wrong, you know I love dick, my own and other men's, but there are also balls, ass, legs, arms, chest, tummy, face, etc.

Much more important to me than any consideration of race, even in a casual sense, is personality and spirit - being sexually fun, open and adventurous.  But, for some reason, there is just an extra something when I see a picture, or am myself involved, where the men are of two different races - I just find it hot.

. . .  Matt

On The Str8 Locker Room Erection

I don't always go to the gym the same time of day, depending on my schedule I mix it up.  About a month ago though, I was going during lunch time for over a week pretty regularly and noticed a guy who was working out the same time of day as me.  He was new to the gym, 19 years old and starting school in the city as a Freshman.  He was over 6 feet tall, wavy, long brown hair, a young, athletic body and cute.  He seemed to arrive about 45 minutes before I did, so at first I never saw him in the lockerroom.  His girlfriend worked out at the same time as he did, but not together.  They arrived at the same time, each did their own thing, then left together.  He was very into her, and there wasn't any doubt in my mind that he was straight.

On Ball Slang

There are many slang terms references to a guys sexual body parts around.  For the penis, guys say: dick, cock, rod, pole, shaft, schlong, etc.  For the testicles, guys say: balls, nuts, nads, danglers, etc.  But two terms that are specific to not the nuts, but the skin that holds them always just give me the creeps.  The correct term for them is: scrotum.  I don't know why, but that just sounds 'nasty' to me.  Such an ugly reference to such a beautiful and hot thing.  The other term I really, really hate is "sack."  Again, it just sounds like some mundane, ugly thing instead of what it really is.  I'm not wild about "bag" either but it doesn't skeeve me as much as the other two. 

I don't know why these terms bug me, but they do.  Some sort of weirdness in my head I guess, because I have no such aversion to terms referencing the penis or ass.

. . .  Matt