How I became an exhibitionist
I must have been about 7 or 8 when I first realised the pleasure of being naked in front of others. My parents were strictly religious so anything to do with the anus or penis was dirty and it was grievously sinful to be seen by others accidentally or, certainly , on purpose. When one of my friends suggested we looked at each others genitals I was shocked but then excited. We built a little tent out of a clothes horse covered with a blanket and we all crawled inside. Even then , I was the first to volunteer. There was not much room so the other boy and two girls helped me off with my tee shirt. I hesitated about showing my "Mickey Mouse as I then called it but one of the girls gave a quick tug at my shorts and there was my little stiff erection in full view. I didn't understand the powerful feelings this gave me. It was a fantastic sensation but then someone said adults were coming so I dressed in a small panic and pretended nothing unusual was going on and the moment was over. We would , occasionally, repeat the show and I was always the first to volunteer.
A few years later on one hot summer night I couldn't sleep. I had an overwhelming desire to be naked in the fresh air. I slipped out of bed , dressed in my pyjamas, and crept down the stairs and out of the back door. My home was near the field where we had held the impromptu strip show. I cautiously made my way down the path and through the gap in the hedge beside a small hill. I slipped out of my pyjama top and then , savouring the moment, dropped my pants and stepped out of them. The sensation of the cool air on my body was wonderful and I had a raging erection in no time. I was so naïve that I did not know how to masturbate so I enjoyed the sensation of walking about in the cool night air with my erection swinging before me. I knew I could not be seen behind the Hill but , eventually , I had the urge to stand exposed on the top of the Hill in full view of the neighbouring houses. I knew it was unlikely that anyone was awake and looking at that time but the thought that someone might see me increased my sense of excitement. I walked about ,naked , for the next hour and then ,regretfully , crept back to my home and bed. I couldn't understand why my testicles were aching but ,that night ,I had a great wet dream.
A few years later my family went on holiday to Ireland.We stayed at a farm house. A couple of miles away was a long beach with great banks of sand dunes close to the beach and the sea. It was a golden opportunity to strip naked in the sea air. I would make an excuse and leave the others to walk a mile or two up the beach. Then I would move into the dunes. Find a secluded hollow and strip naked.I was ******* but the sensation of a raging erection was wonderful . Each day I got a little more daring and would leave my clothes and walk along the dunes in plain sight. It was a very secluded beach so I knew I was unlikely to be spotted but it was still a thrill. I even would dig a hole in the sand and bury my little erect penis. The pleasure feeling would increase but I didn't know how to achieve that ultimate release at the time.
I attended an all boys Catholic school. I was very shy of girls and sex was something not to be discussed. Occasionally , some of the older boys would show me pictures from Girly mags and the sight of naked female breasts guaranteed an instant erection but that was as far as it went. I would buy copies of Playboy and Penthouse and , in the privacy of my bedroom , would enjoy the pictures. I could maintain an erection for hours but .although I always got that ache in the groin and some liquid would seep out of my penis , that was as far as I knew how to go. I had heard the word Masturbation. It meant "to practice self abuse" according to my dictionary. One evening ,I was 16 by then , I read another definition "to manipulate the penis to orgasm" I still wasn't sure what this meant but I was already aroused by looking at my Magazines so I checked the door was locked and dropped my trousers and pants. I knew stroking my penis was pleasurable but I didn't know what to do next. I took my erection between my two palms and started to rub it , like a Boy Scout trying to light a fire, until my penis was bright red. I could feel pleasure building up but couldn't quite get there. Then I noticed that the pleasure was greatest when the swollen end of my penis received the most attention. I rubbed ,faster and faster. A great wave of pleasure built up in my groin and ,with a gasp of delight , semen spurted out. It was everywhere - my hands , thighs and on the floor. I had done it - my first wank ! I quickly found more gentle techniques and would wank 2 or 3 times a day in front of my Magazines. My mother nearly caught me once ,because I had forgotten to lock the door , but if she saw anything she did not say.
I met my wife at work. She was the first girl I had summoned up the courage to invite out. She was the first girl I kissed and ,when we married , she was the first girl I ever had sex with. We were both shy so never experimented with different positions etc .I enjoyed sex with her but it became a little boring as years passed by. I still enjoyed outdoor nudity. On hot sticky nights I would wait till my Wife was sound asleep and then creep out of bed and into the back garden. I would strip and walk about masturbating. The thought of being seen by neighbours was the added thrill. On a few nights I even walked down the front drive ,almost on to the road and masturbated. Once , I had to drop behind a low shrub when a car came round the corner and almost caught me in its headlights. It was an anxious moment but added to the thrill of the orgasm.
The internet has been a real godsend. The wide variety of material to masturbate to was amazing and I quickly realised that I was as turned-on by an erect cock as a good looking female. In fact I realised I was more aroused by men fucking than hetero sex. I joined several gay sites as well as Hamster. I quickly moved from posting just cock shots to full frontal views and then videod myself masturbating ,preferably outdoors.. Chatting to the camera made it feel as though the watchers were really there and looking at the number of viewers and their comments later was another turn-on. I bought a few anal toys and enjoyed the sensation of being penetrated I also .when I got the chance, love to strip and masturbate and have a little anal play on several live websites. Again. knowing there are real live people watching me expose and play with myself, live, is an extra thrill. The more watchers -the better.
In Summer I would look out for places to strip naked and masturbate. The ideal spot was woodland off the beaten track. I would look for a secluded glade ,protected by trees or shrubs on most sides so that I could not be seen unexpectedly. However, there had to be a slight chance that someone might catch me as I masturbated because that added an extra thrill. Once I had found a suitable spot I would check around the are to be sure no one was about. I might spend twenty minutes checking and double checking before I felt safe enough to begin. I would ,carefully, take off my shoe and socks. Then I would hang my Tee shirt over a branch, slip out of my trousers and then , with one last look around to be sure, would step out of my underpants and enjoy the sensation of breezes on my naked penis and buttocks. It was one of the rules of the game that I would leave my clothes and move across to the clearing I had chosen. leaving my clothes added to the excitement of the slight risk of being naked and helpless if caught.If have nearly been caught on a couple of occasions recently but that just adds to the thrill. I suppose the next step would be to actually strip and wank in front of another real live male or,even better have a mutual wank and see how far we were prepared to go! I have made a few tentative enquiries with guys on line. We'll have to see if I actually get the chance .
p.s still waiting !!
A few years later on one hot summer night I couldn't sleep. I had an overwhelming desire to be naked in the fresh air. I slipped out of bed , dressed in my pyjamas, and crept down the stairs and out of the back door. My home was near the field where we had held the impromptu strip show. I cautiously made my way down the path and through the gap in the hedge beside a small hill. I slipped out of my pyjama top and then , savouring the moment, dropped my pants and stepped out of them. The sensation of the cool air on my body was wonderful and I had a raging erection in no time. I was so naïve that I did not know how to masturbate so I enjoyed the sensation of walking about in the cool night air with my erection swinging before me. I knew I could not be seen behind the Hill but , eventually , I had the urge to stand exposed on the top of the Hill in full view of the neighbouring houses. I knew it was unlikely that anyone was awake and looking at that time but the thought that someone might see me increased my sense of excitement. I walked about ,naked , for the next hour and then ,regretfully , crept back to my home and bed. I couldn't understand why my testicles were aching but ,that night ,I had a great wet dream.
A few years later my family went on holiday to Ireland.We stayed at a farm house. A couple of miles away was a long beach with great banks of sand dunes close to the beach and the sea. It was a golden opportunity to strip naked in the sea air. I would make an excuse and leave the others to walk a mile or two up the beach. Then I would move into the dunes. Find a secluded hollow and strip naked.I was ******* but the sensation of a raging erection was wonderful . Each day I got a little more daring and would leave my clothes and walk along the dunes in plain sight. It was a very secluded beach so I knew I was unlikely to be spotted but it was still a thrill. I even would dig a hole in the sand and bury my little erect penis. The pleasure feeling would increase but I didn't know how to achieve that ultimate release at the time.
I attended an all boys Catholic school. I was very shy of girls and sex was something not to be discussed. Occasionally , some of the older boys would show me pictures from Girly mags and the sight of naked female breasts guaranteed an instant erection but that was as far as it went. I would buy copies of Playboy and Penthouse and , in the privacy of my bedroom , would enjoy the pictures. I could maintain an erection for hours but .although I always got that ache in the groin and some liquid would seep out of my penis , that was as far as I knew how to go. I had heard the word Masturbation. It meant "to practice self abuse" according to my dictionary. One evening ,I was 16 by then , I read another definition "to manipulate the penis to orgasm" I still wasn't sure what this meant but I was already aroused by looking at my Magazines so I checked the door was locked and dropped my trousers and pants. I knew stroking my penis was pleasurable but I didn't know what to do next. I took my erection between my two palms and started to rub it , like a Boy Scout trying to light a fire, until my penis was bright red. I could feel pleasure building up but couldn't quite get there. Then I noticed that the pleasure was greatest when the swollen end of my penis received the most attention. I rubbed ,faster and faster. A great wave of pleasure built up in my groin and ,with a gasp of delight , semen spurted out. It was everywhere - my hands , thighs and on the floor. I had done it - my first wank ! I quickly found more gentle techniques and would wank 2 or 3 times a day in front of my Magazines. My mother nearly caught me once ,because I had forgotten to lock the door , but if she saw anything she did not say.
I met my wife at work. She was the first girl I had summoned up the courage to invite out. She was the first girl I kissed and ,when we married , she was the first girl I ever had sex with. We were both shy so never experimented with different positions etc .I enjoyed sex with her but it became a little boring as years passed by. I still enjoyed outdoor nudity. On hot sticky nights I would wait till my Wife was sound asleep and then creep out of bed and into the back garden. I would strip and walk about masturbating. The thought of being seen by neighbours was the added thrill. On a few nights I even walked down the front drive ,almost on to the road and masturbated. Once , I had to drop behind a low shrub when a car came round the corner and almost caught me in its headlights. It was an anxious moment but added to the thrill of the orgasm.
The internet has been a real godsend. The wide variety of material to masturbate to was amazing and I quickly realised that I was as turned-on by an erect cock as a good looking female. In fact I realised I was more aroused by men fucking than hetero sex. I joined several gay sites as well as Hamster. I quickly moved from posting just cock shots to full frontal views and then videod myself masturbating ,preferably outdoors.. Chatting to the camera made it feel as though the watchers were really there and looking at the number of viewers and their comments later was another turn-on. I bought a few anal toys and enjoyed the sensation of being penetrated I also .when I got the chance, love to strip and masturbate and have a little anal play on several live websites. Again. knowing there are real live people watching me expose and play with myself, live, is an extra thrill. The more watchers -the better.
In Summer I would look out for places to strip naked and masturbate. The ideal spot was woodland off the beaten track. I would look for a secluded glade ,protected by trees or shrubs on most sides so that I could not be seen unexpectedly. However, there had to be a slight chance that someone might catch me as I masturbated because that added an extra thrill. Once I had found a suitable spot I would check around the are to be sure no one was about. I might spend twenty minutes checking and double checking before I felt safe enough to begin. I would ,carefully, take off my shoe and socks. Then I would hang my Tee shirt over a branch, slip out of my trousers and then , with one last look around to be sure, would step out of my underpants and enjoy the sensation of breezes on my naked penis and buttocks. It was one of the rules of the game that I would leave my clothes and move across to the clearing I had chosen. leaving my clothes added to the excitement of the slight risk of being naked and helpless if caught.If have nearly been caught on a couple of occasions recently but that just adds to the thrill. I suppose the next step would be to actually strip and wank in front of another real live male or,even better have a mutual wank and see how far we were prepared to go! I have made a few tentative enquiries with guys on line. We'll have to see if I actually get the chance .
p.s still waiting !!
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