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).

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Eric's Exhibitionism: A Story by Thorn

I didn't know Eric that well. He was the brother of two girls that I knew and I would meet him occasionally with them. He was about 18 years old at the time, quite sexy in a boy-next-door way. 

On this particular occasion there was a big group of us and Eric and I were sat together at one end. We started talking about cars. We talked about cars we lusted after. Cars we owned and cars that we had driven.

It was then that the conversation took an interesting turn. Eric explained that he had been driving on the main road south when his car had broken down. He had had a puncture and had to stop to change it. In the process he explained his trousers had split completely.

At this point I noticed he was glancing at me as if testing my reaction. I found it difficult not to look too eager! The vision of Eric with his underwear, or more, showing through split trousers was quite exciting. It appeared Eric was enjoying telling me the story.

There was more. Eric went on to explain how he took off the torn trousers and replaced them with another pair from his overnight bag adding, as if I had forgotten: "I was standing right beside the main road in a pair of briefs".

Again he was watching my face intently as though looking for clues to my interest. "Did anyone see you?" I asked. "Yeah," Eric laughed, "a couple of cars hooted their horns - one was a minibus full of lads going to a football match!" "Sounds like you enjoyed it," I replied, fishing for more but trying not to make it too obvious. "Yea, I did," Eric replied.

Having established that he liked the thought, I said "sounds good to me". There wasn't much more that I felt I could say when we were sat in the group and it would become obvious that we were getting interested in each other. "You were asking about my computer," I said, linking back to a comment from long ago.I stood up and heading out of the room. Eric followed. "I think the most daring thing I did with a car, was to drive round the block wearing nothing but my boxers," I said as soon as we were out of earshot. "Wow," said Eric, adding, "I wish I had been there!" said Eric.

"I did think of driving round town with just a T-shirt on," I added, hearing Eric's really enthusiastic
response. "Dare you," said Eric. I looked at him to see if he was serious. He was. "OK, you're on. But you have to do it too," I replied.

"OK," said Eric. "Can't be tonight with these people here," I pointed out. Eric nodded. "Tomorrow,"Eric said. "OK," I replied with my cock jumping to attention at the thought. We went into my room and sat down at the computer. "What other daring things have you done?" said Eric.

I pointed to the window of my room which looked out on the street. "I sometimes stand there naked," I said. Eric went over to the window and looked out on the street. To my amazement, he unbuckled and unzipped his jeans letting them fall to the ground. 

Leaving them round his ankles he pulled his briefs down. His dick was superb. Slightly hard, but smooth and with a sweet foreskin. Under that I reckoned the tip looked slightly  
moist. Eric was getting harder and peering along the street. I stood up and walked over. I looked from behind Eric and saw why he was getting excited.

Along the street were coming two really cute lads about our age in football shorts. Eric was stroking his dick now and I stood behind him making as if to hold him in the window so he couldn't chicken out. The guys were getting closer and closer. When they were almost right outside, Eric started to back away from the window so he wouldn't be too obvious, but he continued stroking his now hard dick.

The first guy glanced at the window and his eyes locked on to Eric who was still stroking. He nudged the other guy who turned round and both stared. At that point Eric exploded with a shudder. The two guys looked laughed, nudged each other and one gave the thumbs up, before walking on.
"Good grief," was all I could say. "They saw you." Eric was breathing heavily. "Your turn," said Eric. 

I looked along the street and there was another guy walking along the street. "No, I don't think I am
as brave as you," I replied. With that Eric got behind me and started pushing. With a deft move of his fingers he unpopped the button on my jeans and let them fall. My dick was tenting out of my boxers. Eric grabbed them and pulled them down.

Eric then put his hand round and began my cock, which was now rock solid. The guy was really cute. He was about 18 or 19 with longish blond hair a white T-shirt and white shorts. He could hardly net see me in the window, with Eric wanking me from behind. Sure enough his head turned with a classic double take, then he locked his eyes on me. His
jaw dropped as he stopped and stared and stared. By now his hand was down his own shorts, and his own shorts were tenting with his now rigid dick.

It was too much for me, too, and I came over the window. The guy in the street gave us a quick flash of the tip of his cock, a sheepish smile and a hesitant thumbs up. We cleaned up and returned to the group, having arranged to meet up as planned the next night for our dare.



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.