Tuesday, 25 October 2016

So this is me ...


This is me, on the beach near my home in Northumberland, UK.  And yes, I'm not wearing much.  I never do unless the weather is very cold.
In fact, as you begin to see, I'm naked, and very happy to move out where you can see me - all of me.











I am a nudist and never happier than when I'm naked with friends.   So I start with a set of nude photos so you get a taste of what the rest of the blog is like.  There are some photos which show me dressed, but not many.  If you don't like what you see now, this is the moment to leave my blog.....

For those who are still with me, a huge welcome to my blog - I really do hope that browsing through my pages will give you as much pleasure as writing them gave me! 

Ever mindful of the need to avoid giving offence, the posts that follow are careful to avoid anything that might be regarded as suggestive or obscene.  However, there is a gradual progression as you read towards the depths of the blog - ie the posts with the earliest dates.  So those who read right to the end will see a great deal more of me than those who leave now.  So please, please be warned!


Of course I am very happy to show even more, but not here in this very public place!  You might like to join my private blog, where I have no inhibitions at all.  Only 100 members are allowed, and there is usually a waiting list.  If you'd like to join, please ask me for an invitation - at negasman@gmail.com


Chris

Monday, 24 October 2016

The cover photo

I hope you like my new cover photo, which shows me unashamedly nude on the beach.
You might like to have a closer look - there are always some who like to examine me in the minutest detail. So here I am - same photo but a closer look.  Click on the image for a full-screen view.


The shoot was in the very centre of Ross sands, which is a huge beach, and I was by no means alone. Apart from the photographer and his assistant there was an assortment of people at a discreet distance, interested to watch a naked man (me) being posed and 'adjusted' for the camera.  
I never have any problem with posing naked - I've been doing it since I was a photo model in my youth!

Saturday, 22 October 2016

When I was a boy ...

I thought you might be interested to read a bit about my early life, which was so different from UK family life today.
I was brought up in rural Wiltshire, and we were a happy and well-ordered family.  My father was a schoolmaster with very traditional views on bringing up boys, so that when I did bad things, such as upsetting my mother, I was punished.  Not like today, with time on the naughty step or withdrawal of my phone for a few days, but put naked over the end of my bed to have my bottom beaten with the strap...
It was much the same at boarding school, which was great in many ways but if we did something bad we were caned - and that was simply horrible. Stripped and caned, often in front of the whole house - the humiliation was total and the pain unbelievable.  And yes - stripped meant just that - everything off.
We used to holiday in South Devon, where we often met up with my aunt's family who were very casual about clothing on the beach - we boys ran naked on the sand until we were eight years old - rather longer than would be considered acceptable today.  A key moment happened when I was fourteen - I said something about hating the woollen bathing suit my mother made me wear, and Aunt Doris smiled and told my father he should take me to Pilchards cove.  I'd never heard of it and the name meant nothing to me.  Father grinned and said 'Why not?' - the next day he took me.  It's at the top end of Slapton Sands and in those days you could park quite close.  We walked onto the beach and I was amazed - everyone naked and behaving just the same as usual - a nude beach.  I was a bit shy because I'd never done that before, but Father just stripped off as if he'd been doing it all his life - which of course he had.  I soon got used to it, and we had a wonderful afternoon.  I rediscovered the joy of swimming naked in the sea, and I was totally hooked. We were at the water's edge when a young man came running out of the sea - totally naked with water flying off his beautifully bronzed and highly aroused body. I shall never forget the look of sheer joy on his face - I was entranced.  He knew the whole beach was looking at him, but his deliciously erect penis bothered him not one jot.  I've been a nudist ever since.
At boarding school every boy had a member of staff assigned as his mentor. Mine was a young classics graduate, not long up from Oxford. He was responsible for my social development - his job to teach me good manners and respect for others. I spent many hours in his study, chatting about everything under the sun.  From him I learned about the birds and the bees, and about my own body. There was also another side - any complaints about my behaviour went straight to him, and it was his duty to correct me.  Which he did by putting me naked over the arm of his big red Chesterfield sofa and caning my bottom.  He hated doing it and I could see the tears in his eyes as I undressed. But afterwards, sitting together on that same red Chesterfield, was a time of great intimacy - a sharing of secrets and confidences.  I was very fond of him.  When I was fifteen he suggested that I might like to do some photo modelling - he had a friend at a studio in the nearby town who was always looking for nice-looking young models.  I would be perfect.  I was a bit dubious and asked my Dad - he just smiled and said if I wanted to, just do it.
We went on a Saturday afternoon and there were photographers and a huge array of equipment.  The owner seemed nice and told me this was a group of amateur enthusiasts who liked to follow the style of Wilhelm Von Glouden - a German photographer I'd never heard of.  I later discovered that Von Glouden was a great pioneer of nude photography, and left a great collection of images of Sicilian country boys of all ages.  Some draped, but mostly naked in tasteful and largely non-sexual poses. He showed me this photograph of a teenage boy and asked if I would like to pose like that.



He gave me a strip of fabric like the one in the photo and put me behind a curtain to change.  I posed for a while with some props that looked vaguely similar and they seemed very happy.
Then he showed me this photo - or one very like it. 


A boy of about my age, reclining in a Sicilian setting with basket and flowers - and completely naked.  I wasn't so sure, but they coaxed me into it and I discarded the strip of fabric.  Posing naked for the first time was quite an experience, but they were very nice and I have to say that I enjoyed it.  There was comment because the boy in the photograph had some pubic hair and I had none, having started shaving a year earlier.  But they got over that and clicked away.
That was how it started - I moved on to more commercial stuff with professional photographers, and of course they wanted a lot more than Von Gloeden's innocent images.  I got used to posing naked, both alone and with other boys and men, and when they asked for arousal they got it. I got used to being handled, and after a while I had no inhibitions whatever. It paid well, and by the time I was ready to go to university I had a little nest-egg which helped enormously.
At school I had two housemasters - one from 11 to 13 in the Junior boarding house, and one from 13 to 18 in the Senior School.  Both were rugby-playing types, so had very little time for me.  I could run, and in fact ran very successfully, but in those days to be a sportsman it had to be rugby or cricket.  Both seemed to have the notion that frequent punishment was good for me, and both caned me at the slightest provocation.  This was back in the 1950s, when corporal punishment was still very popular among both parents and schoolmasters - less so among boys.  My Senior Housemaster usually caned me in the privacy of his study, but when the gravity of the offence was sufficient he gave me what he called a house caning - I was made to attend evening prayers wearing dressing gown and slippers and after prayers and notices he punished me in front of the whole house.  Off came my gown and slippers and I was put over a punishment trestle for six or nine strokes of his cane. The beating was bad enough, but taking it without a stitch of clothing made it a whole lot worse. 


Thursday, 20 October 2016

Caribbean beach holiday

I had a lovely holiday at a very luxurious hotel situated right by the beach on a small Caribbean island - languages English and French - and with a dress code that suited me perfectly.  In the public areas of the hotel, such as the lobby, restaurants and lounges, guests were required to dress as one would in any smart European hotel - what we call smart casual.  But on the apartment terraces, around the two pools and on the beach, it was 'clothing optional'. In practice the only clothing I saw in a fortnight was the shirt on an American gentleman who had sat too long in the sun wearing nothing whatever.  I went nude in all those places, along with everybody else.  A few corpulent vacationers, but some nice bodies, too!
As you would expect in such an establishment, I was given a room boy, whose function was to care for me in every possible way and to obtain any services he could not provide himself.  As the porter took me to my apartment, he appeared as if from no-where and introduced himself as Hubert.  He was small, slim and very dark.  No, dark would not describe him - he was shining ebony and looked around sixteen or seventeen years old.  He was barefoot and dressed in a short, brightly coloured and rather sheer silk sarong - that and a big smile.  I knew at once that he would be perfect.
In the course of that first conversation he asked me if I would like him to take snapshots to give me nice memories of my holiday, and I told him yes - I'd love that.  I showed him my Nikon and asked if he needed any help with that - answer no, he was completely familiar with Nikon.  Slight readjustment of Hubert's talents!  There were others to come.
He showed me to the sun terrace and suggested that I should get myself out in the sun to get my tan started as soon as possible - he would come and apply tanning oil as required.  I went in the bedroom and found a silk kimono ready on the bed. I undressed and put on the kimono - out to the terrace where Hubert was waiting with the tanning oil.  I hesitated - thought I should tell Hubert that I intended to sunbathe naked.  He just smiled and said he had expected that.  I stood there without the kimono and he made some approving noises - applied sun-oil to every part of me.
Here are some of the photos he took of me on my sun terrace - as the days passed my tan deepened and I felt more comfortable with him seeing my body in all its moods.




This first photo shows how he suggested I dress after dinner, when guests returned to the poolside for drinks and entertainment.  The pink silk thong was perfect, he said - very smart but easily removed when I wanted a late evening swim, which he assumed I would do naked.  He was right, I would. After the swim, he said, I could put on something smaller or perhaps remain naked.  He had, of course, examined my luggage and knew that I had one or two g-strings that were very small indeed.



I liked to wear this one - bright aqua and figure-hugging fabric that showed me off nicely.  This one could be worn in the pool, but I never did.



This is my smallest g-string - a lovely lilac colour from Tendenze, and designed to be worn in the 'upright position' as it was here.  As you can see, there is an extra bit of pouch that allows the aroused penis to go beyond the waistband to show itself properly.  I love it!
Of course most of the time I went naked - the only way to get a seamless tan, and the only way to show off my assets as I like to!



Hubert was very good with the sun-oil - he kept me lathered, especially in the sensitive places, and I didn't get burned at all.  For the first few days he served drinks, applied sun oil etc wearing his sarong, but on around the third day he appeared without it - hoped that was acceptable, which it certainly was.  Although young he was, to put it mildly, well equipped and very easy on the eye!
He took me down to the health center where he introduced me to Sam, a huge man with glistening ebony skin and almost no clothing at all who massaged me with intense but highly pleasurable pressures - massage that really left me gasping but with a wonderful sense of well-being.  He started with my middle bits covered by a small towel, but quickly realised that I was perfectly happy without it and from then on had me totally and deliciously naked.   Hubert enjoyed watching my body being pummelled, kneaded, slapped, spanked and stroked by Sam's huge hands!








Hubert was always around, and seemed to pop up, appropriately dressed, whenever I needed him. When I climbed out of the pool with water streaming off me, he was there with the towel.  Even late evening, when I was entertaining friends in my room, he was there to serve drinks.  Even later, he helped me prepare for bed and left only when my light went out for sleep.
And yes, I loved being photographed, and when Hubert suggested that he photograph me with a bit more arousal, I was only happy to pose for him - and of course I gave him permission to show them to his friends.  Those additional photos are also for my friends in the private blog.
At the end of the holiday he was very happy with his huge gratuity, which was well-earned by all the things he did for me.

Wednesday, 30 December 2015

An old photo of me ....


This was taken 15 years ago - a younger me with less silver in my hair, but as you can see just as happy posing for the camera with everything on show!
You can see that there was some arousal - that big vein on my penis was well-filled!

Click to see full size.

Monday, 2 November 2015

Video

I have a video on Sendspace at the moment.



It begins with me lying in the sun wearing a red swim thong with narrow sides and a nicely pouched front.



The thong has quick release clips, and very soon the straps have gone.  



After a few more moments the pouch goes too, and I sunbathe naked.


It goes on from there ....

Email me if you'd like to have the download link.

Thursday, 1 October 2015

A visit to Steam Complex in Leeds

SteamComplex is a men's sauna club on the outskirts of Leeds, and I went there for the first time a few days ago. I had been to similar places before, so I knew what to expect - men like me, wearing nothing but towels or even less -  much less!
First impression - nice friendly staff and wow - it really is huge!  First thing I noticed was a notice barring anyone under 18, which I suppose is sensible but a bit hard on 17 year olds - I remember the great times I had when I was 17!

I went to the changing room and undressed - a nice big room with slatted seats and plenty of good big lockers.  I undressed, wrapped my towel round me and went back to book a massage.  That done, I headed for the shower.  The shower was communal, as I expect to find in places like this, and there were shower heads for I think four men to shower at any one time. There were a couple of other men there - just drying off as I showered.  I could tell they were watching, so you don't need to be shy!
I dried off and went along to the sauna, which is nice and roomy and was the right temperature.  There were three men in there - all naked and sitting on folded towels. I unwound my towel and did the same.  There  was plenty of room so I stretched out and lay flat on the top seat.
Two of the men left quite quickly, and the third came and sat nearer to me.  He was younger than me, and looked nice and fit.
He told me his name was Andy and said he was a regular.
We chatted, and he seemed friendly.
After a bit he asked if I was going upstairs.  I asked what was upstairs and he smiled. 
"Upstairs is where the cinema is, and a lot of rooms for all kinds of tastes"
I said yes, he'd see me there, and he left - I headed for the jacuzzi which was very nice and easily big enough for half a dozen guys.  There were two in already, sitting together. The water temperature was good, the water looked clean and I got in - nice jets and very pleasant.  The two guys were friendly and we had a nice chat.  
There was still time to wait for my massage, so I went upstairs and visited the main cinema room.  There were big deep leather settees, some of them occupied by men in towels. 
I spread my towel over a corner unit and stretched out with my towel covering the essentials.  The film was on a big screen with excellent projection, and it was - well - adult.  A nice-looking young lad went to the beach and met a couple of older men who were sunbathing naked.  He wasn't sure about undressing, but they quickly persuaded him to remove his rather nice and very brief swim-thong.  He looked even nicer naked, and spent a very happy hour in the sun with his new friends.  They seemed to enjoy him too, and I imagined being there with them - lovely!
  
I went down to the massage room, where a nice young guy, dressed in slacks and T-shirt, was waiting.  The massage room was right next to the coffee bar with a glass wall and pull-down blinds. Right away I dropped my towel and slid onto the table naked.  
"You like it bare?"
"Yes please"
So he gave me a very pleasurable hour - pretty much what I was expecting. At the end, every inch of my body was slick with oil.  Every inch below the ears, that is - he spared my scalp!  But the rest of me - quite literally, every inch.  Not to be recommended if you wish to retain any vestige of modesty, or if there is any part of your body you do not wish to be stroked, rubbed and kneaded, but for me it was great - and it was even better for having big windows into the changing room - anyone passing could stand and watch, and some did.  By the end he had me very, very aroused.
He stood next to me.
"You going upstairs now?"
"Yes"
"I'm sure you'll be popular - they like well-endowed men.
Best have a shower on the way, so you don't leave oil everywhere"
"Of course"
"Have a good time."
"Bye - and thanks" 
He was right - I sat and watched a film in the 'bi' room.  A nice man called John came and sat next to me, and we watched a very well endowed young man enjoying the company of three gorgeously naked girls.  I thought it was getting a bit predictable when a second young male joined them and it all became much more interesting as the boys shared the girls - and each other.  John and I chatted and it turned out that our tastes were very similar.  We left the cinema together, and explored some of the specialised facilities offered by SteamComplex.  
As I went down to get dressed I thought - only one thing missing, and that was a cold plunge pool next to the sauna. 
Won't be long before I go again, but they told me that mid evening is the best time to be sure of there being plenty of company - saunas aren't much fun on your own.
When I left the guy at the desk reminded me that they have a range of special evenings, one of which is towel-free - no towels allowed except in the cafe and shop areas, so to visit the cinemas and pleasure areas you must be completely naked.
That sounds rather fun!

A rather longer account of my first visit to Steam Complex, and of my second visit - which was on a towel-free evening - is posted in my private blog.