Public flashers - we've ALL done it, right?

This guy on the London Underground being brazenly flashed at is clearly not shocked or disgusted. In other circumstances I'm sure he would have dropped to his knees, interested as he seems to be. I've done very similar flashing to others (who hasn't?) the last time being more than a few years ago, me in an advanced stage of being pissed at the time - with the guy I was flashing at seemed to be as sloshed as I was. He actually took out his own cock and started rubbing his the same way. We'd both been seated in a nearly empty carriage, he on the other side of the aisle to me. Even though he wasn't for me especially good-looking - clean-shaven, gingerish hair, ten years or more younger than I was at the time - I thought it was too good a chance to miss. I moved to sit opposite him, leant forward and, with no words exchanged, I started to suck him. Unfortunately it must have been even hardly one minute when he pulled his hardening nob away from my mouth and zipped up, not to reject me, I'm sure, but because his train stop was approaching. He quickly rose, again no words spoken, and left the train, leaving me fully frustrated, especially as I was ready to suck him off and swallow his spunk, not caring whether we were seen or not. That was the last time I engaged in 'action' on a train - though it also hadn't been the first.

Here are four more train passenger flashers, all worth looking at and, for me, engaging with for some intensely enjoyable cock fun......

I could suck off all the above, swallowing their fresh, hot cum, one after the other, but not before I'd had them all in turn sitting on my face so's I could lick, lick, lick their shitholes and dig my tongue in deep😋

And here's a couple on the London Underground on each side of an aisle 'signalling' to each other. I don't know which was the first to get his todger out but I'd like to have known how it progressed......

In my time I've had spoilsports call the cops out on me for flashing in public and in that I'm shit-sure that I just can't be fuckin' alone among my own blog followers. I've had several encounters with the cops for that reason, one in particular, just like this guy trying to thumb a lift. Impossible for any passing driver to miss - like a human railway signal.......

On one occasion I was picked up by two cops, me having collapsed stark naked on the roadside grass in a drunken doze. On shaking me awake I was told they'd been contacted by a passing taxi driver who'd said I'd been standing at the roadside, stark bollock-naked, trying to hitch a lift, only in my case it hadn't been a thumb that I'd been using (or that's the way the cop's phrased it!) After getting me up unsteadily to put on my discarded army surplus shorts, with empty half-bottle of vodka nearby - their two pairs of eyes on my embarrassing full nakedness as I struggled into the shorts, practically falling over (did I hear one or both of them chuckling?). Then they took me in the cop-car to their local police station, where they verbally humiliated me by joking at my predicament, trying their utmost to embarrass me further, like telling me that the driver had said that when I'd been standing bollock-naked (their words) by the side of the road, trying to hitch a lift, it hadn't been a thumb that I'd been using to attract attention! During all this time my head was splitting with a hangover, exacerbated by that day's brilliant sunlight, leaving me speechless and wishing the Earth would open and swallow me up whole! One mystery to this day is that I've never been able to recall the actual flashing which they said I'd done. And considering I'd been so drunk how had I even able to stand up long enough to flash at passing cars and lorries? Were the cops having their fun by embellishing what the taxi driver had said? But having been found starkers, lying zonked out by the busy road, I was in no place to deny their version. 

I must tell you further about how during their 'interview' they investigated the contents of the stuff they found in the army haversack I'd been carrying and confiscated a couple of things, one being the first ever booklet of hard-core porn which I'd got on request by post from Denmark. (This was when possessing any porn was strictly illegal - gay porn above all. The only 'porn' one could freely see at all was what had been written and drawn on shithouse walls, which I'd become addicted to, going to public toilets especially to see if anything new had been written/drawn up there since my last visit. That was also when I started making my own contributions to such toilet 'literature' and adding my own 'artwork' - both being all and only gay, of course. In fact, the truth without exaggeration is that such locations were the sole and only source of my entire sex 'education'!) 

That Danish booklet the cops liked enough to keep was entitled 'Homo Triangle' I remember, featuring close-up photos of three late-teen youths in various positions of sex, ending with photos of their shooting their spunk onto each other's faces. It had been the first real-life photos of sex I'd ever seen in my life (I must have been in my early 20s when I got it, maybe 20 years or so earlier than this incident, and was especially valued for that reason). I recall the moment of getting it through the post, and, on unwrapping it in my bedroom, being utterly amazed, and likely shooting my load without even having touched myself. 

As well as this porn booklet they also kept back a personal written record I'd been keeping of all my shithouse encounters, and also what I'd found written and even drawn on toilet walls, which I'd attempted to replicate. Their confiscating the porn I could understand, even if I still miss it terribly all these year later and hate them for having done it, but their holding onto the other, my cock-fun 'diary', was even more mean of them. It was highly personal - even if some the activities I described had been strictly criminal at that time. This was when all gay sex no matter what the circumstances (even as harmless as a distant flash!) was entirely against the law, the punishments for which were terrifyingly severe, including prison sentences, which, of course, if the 'perpetrators' were adult workers it would cost them their jobs and livelihoods. So at the time of this particular encounter with the two cops (when gay sex had by then been largely decriminalised), had they wanted to keep this old 'diary' to read/look at themselves while tossing themselves off to it? I've wondered ever since. 

My further several cop encounters will have to wait for future blog-posts.

Here are a few more roadside flashers. I hope at least some of them struck lucky.......

I'm sure some of the following guys would claim their flash was 'accidental'. Well, the odd one or two may be, but as for the rest pull, the other one. Fibbers! 😁 

This next guy's already got a boner. Maybe he feels it needs some air?.........

Can't help wondering if the following guy showed his cock on being asked to in return from a bit of dosh. Looks like he might be one of the unfortunate homeless. I'd gladly increase his possibly rare incidents of pleasure by sucking him off.......

I really like this next guy's hood, which I wanna peel back using only lips and tongue, then explore if he's got any 'cheese' tucked in the ridge behind his toadstool-shaped cockhead. Mmmmm 😋

 And this next flasher just has to be deliberate.....

And here's another which I'm certain we've all done. In a public shithouse, leaving a cubicle door unlocked so that someone, thinking it's vacant, comes in to find us tossing ourselves  off (perhaps as naked as this guy is), while we're hoping that the unsuspecting guy coming in for a shit will be so interested as to stay and....... The thumbs-up reveals his intention, even if he had no luck with this particular would-be intruder.

There was a period when I went even further. In those great days when we had old, dilapidated, unmanned public shithouses, I'd write on a wall above the piss-stalls (if I could find a space among all the other writings and drawings where it would be conspicuous) so the pissers would be bound to read - "If there's someone in the shitrooms he's sure to be playing with his cock" sometimes adding - "kick open the door to see!" Then I'd go into one of the cubicles (there were often just two) leaving the door unlocked, pull my pants right down, and sit and wait, doing exactly what my message had said I'd be doing. It didn't always work though I could hear guys coming in the place just for a piss, and while doing their business they could hardly have missed my message. But at other times......😁

A kilt-wearing 'true' Scotsman will never wear anything underneath. The kilt has to be the most convenient male piece of clothing ever thought of if one wants to make a quick flash.......

And here's how to make a sports-team less boring......

I don't know why it is but youngish Indian guys seem to get particular enjoyment from pulling a friends pants down. I'm not complaining, I approve 100%!

And to end with (for now), one more captured 'ha-ha' moment of forced exposure........

So if you can do it safely without the cops or anyone else nosily interfering, keep flashing, guys! You never know, it could lead you to even nicer experiences.