Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2002 19:10:48 +0000 (GMT)
From: "[iso-8859-1] G" <garr4747@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: exhibitionist discovered

The true account of how I discovered my exhibitionism and submissiveness.

It all started - this exhibitionism to other guys - quite innocently, and
unintentionally.  I was staying at a hotel, rather a fine one, with
swimming pool and sauna suite, and bars - of course.

We had finished the day early at the office I was visiting, and I went to
my room, showered, changed into jeans and a (now I come to think of it)
quite a tight t-shirt, and checked out the times for the pool and sauna.  I
had promised myself that I would do both before leaving the hotel, and so
far I hadnt had the chance of either.  I had two hours to kill beofre the
sauna was open to men, until 7:00 was ladies only.  ... So I thought a
drink would be nice.

The bar was quiet - as it might be at 5:00 in the afternoon.  I ordered a
drink, and stayed at the bar.  A rather overweight guy in a suite chose to
sit right next to me, and chatted freely as he ordered and settled in to
drink his drink.  The chat was innocent enough, and at some point I told
him I had to go as I wanted to take a swim and use the sauna.

"I have wondered about using the suana too" he said.  "Do you mind if I
join you, in say three quarters of an hour".

"Yes, sure" was the only reply I could think of.  I had imagined trying to
get the sauna almost to myself, but I guess there would be no problem with
this guy being there.  He seemed pleasant enough.

So I took my swim, and went through the adjoining room to the sauna suite.
The assistant at the reception to the pool area had told me that I could
leave my clothes in the swim area changing room and just go through in my
swim costume.

A guy was just climbing out of the plunge pool, looking all white and
shivering, and butt naked.  He wrapped a towel around himself and went to a
changing cubicle.  An assistant approached me.

"Welcome Sir.  Would you care for a towel or coat?"

"A towel will be fine thanks"

"May I take your swimming costume Sir, I can swill it out for you".  I was
nonplussed as he held out his hand.  He actually expected me to take it off
there in the open for him.  Embarassed, but at a loss as to what else I
could do, I bent over and removed my costume, handed it to him, and saw as
his gaze dropped to my pubic area.  He stood looking at me, naked, for a
while, then he went away, leaving me nude in the open there as he went back
to his station, my trunks in his hand.  He reached over the counter, took a
towel, and strolled back towards me, his eyes touring my nakedness as he
approached.  He handed me the towel, and with a "Thank you Sir" he was
gone.

I found the sauna - a large area, with three banks of benches.  I sat on
the lowest one, covering myself with the towel.  As I became more at ease,
I lay back against the next row of benches, spread my legs, and just
... relaxed.

It must have been some 10 minutes before the door opened, and there was my
drinking partner from earlier, dressed in a robe, pulled tightly around his
bulk.

"Hi, nice body" he said as he closed the door behind him and sat beside me.
I am certain that I blushed.

At 29, and just 5'5" tall, I was diminutive compared to him. I was in
pretty good shape.  Slim waisted with quite broad shoulders, smooth (the
only hair on me was a trimmed triangle of pubes and a full head of hair).
I swam, played tennis, badminton and squash regularly, but never developed
the bulging bisceps of a real fitness fanatic.  So, I was comfortable with
my body, but it was nice to hear admiration.


"Thank you" I stammered, aware that my towel had dropped so low that the
top of my pubes was visible.  I pulled it up.

"Oh, you dont have to do that do you?  I'd love to see just how full that
bush of hair is" and he rested his hand on my thigh, mid thigh on my towel
covered thigh, but quite involuntarily my cock reacted, with a half
hearted, but quite obvious movement.  I was leaning back on my hands as I
watched his hand, move down towards my knee, and with it - the towel moved
down my tummy.

"Good boy" he said, as he stared at my bush of hair and the base of my
cock, now clearly visible.  He slid his hand under my towel, squeezed my
thigh, higher now, and very firmly, till I winced slightly.  He let go and
softly slapped the inside of my thigh.  "Dont worry - you look frightened -
I wont hurt you".

His hand ran up and down my thigh, occassionally brushing my cock and
balls.  My cock reacting with each touch.

"Get some more water on those coals for me boy - I want you completely
sweaty my sweet."

Without thought, I stood, holding the edge of the towel over myself, but it
was jolted from my fingers, as he threw it onto the bench beside him, and I
was left standing there completely naked before him.

"Lovely" he drawled, as his hand reached between my legs, up to and over my
bottom, then between my cheeks.  I must have stood there naked for him for
a minute, feeling his hands examine my bottom, stroking over the sweaty
globes of my ass, casually reaching between the cheeks with his fingers.

"So what about that water???".  His voice shocked me out of my trance.  I
had been so aware of my nudity, and of how exposed I was to this guy's gaze
and touch.  He was in charge of me and he knew it.  I reached for the ladle
and took some water as I felt his hands travel over the cheeks of my
bottom, and to my hole, I felt the gentle pressure as his finger pushed at
me.  The globe of my ass in his hand and a finger probing to get inside of
me.

I had been so lost in the thoughts of what was happeneing to my bottom that
it was a shock when I felt his other hand reach around in front of me and
he took my now hard erect cock firmly in his hand.

"Good boy" he almost growled, and a series of "Mmmm's" and "Nice".  His
hands were there, one invading my ass and bottom cheeks and the other
pulling and squeezing my cock, for what seemed like an age, a wonderful
age, as I stood naked before him.  I looked down to see his fingers firmly
around my 7" cock, hard in his hand, as it gently but firmly srroked the
length of it, pulling my forsin forwards and back.  His fingers toyed with
my now glistening knob, bulbous and deep red, engorged and shining,
separating the crack with his fingers and putting pressure on my pee hole
at the tip of my cock.

"Lay down here" and he patted the bench beside him.  I moved as to lay on
my back, with my legs toward him, but he manhandled me to be on my tummy,
legs bent at the kneee, my naked thighs and bottom at his side.  His hands
started to caress again, almost completely concentrated on my bottom.
Squeezing the flesh of my now sweat covered cheeks, pushing his finger, or
was it a thumb, against my hole.

It was some minutes later when we heard the door handle turn and I went to
move, but he slapped my bottom firmly and said "Stay exactly as you are
slut".

His hands had gone from my body, and another guy came in.  He walked wround
the fire, past my 'friend' - or should I say My Dom? - and then past me,
laying naked, my head resting on my arms on the hard slats of the bench.
He sat at the turn of the benches, only 2 feet from my head, and at 45
degree angle to us, affording him too a view of my nakedness.  Like my Dom,
he too was in a robe, and as he sat he greeted us.

"Good evening" he said looking over my bottom at my 'friend', and turning
his face to mine "Hello".  We replied in turn.

"You do look relaxed" he said to me, as he ladled some more water on the
coals, his gaze moving from my face to my bottom as he spoke.

Before I had chance to reply my Dom said "He is, very relaxed.  He looks
nice doesnt he, naked and relaxed like that, all covered in sweat, his skin
is almost glistening isnt it?."

There was a silence, a positive and almost frightening silence.  I was sure
that this new guy was as shocked as I was that my 'friend' had said
this. And I was fearful, fearfull of what his reaction might have be.

"Yes" - his quiet voice broke the silence, "Yes, its lovely to see him like
that".


... And I lay there.  Concious that the two of them were staring at my
nakedness, at the swell of my ass, at the now damp crack between my cheeks.
I just lay there waiting and almost wanting one of them to tell me to move,
or for one of them to touch ... but neither did.  After what seemed to be
10 minutes, my 'friend' said his goodbyes to both of us, and left the
sauna.  I wondered as to whether I should follow him, but feared that he
would have said "Fancy a drink" or something if he had wanted me to.  So I
just lay there, naked, and still being watched.  Would this guy touch, or
just watch.  I wanted to see.  I wanted to know.  I lifted myself from the
bench and stood, running my hands over my chest - beads of sweat falling
from my hands as I caressed my chest.  My cock had relaxed, but was still
somewhat swollen, and his gaze had not missed it, as I stood there naked in
front of him, only feet away.  He was unashamadly staring at me, at my
nudity, and I was just as unashamadly displaying myself to him.

I turned to get my towel, only to find it not there.  My 'friend' must have
taken it when he went.  I said as much to the new guy.

"Oh dear"..

I was aware that not only would I have to leave the sauna naked, but that I
would have to walk from the sauna suite to the swim changing naked too - I
knew there were racks of towels there.  A confusion of feeling overtook me.
Almost delighting at this turn of events, and yet afraid that someone might
think me a pervert for being so overtly naked.


I decided I must act, and with that I said bye to this new friend and left
the sauna.  There was no-one in the suite.  "I should use the plunge pool I
guess".  It was such a shock to my body, so very cold.  Every muscle every
inch of flesh on my naked body reacted.  I quickly climbed out and rubbed
my self down with the palms of my hands, trying to restore some warmth to
my skin.  I looked up to see the new guy emerging from the sauna.  He stood
and watched my hands over my body as I removed the excess water from my
tingling flesh.

The assistant returned, and stood watching me from behind me.  I was
concious of him, of the fact that from his position he might be watching my
bottom as my hands drew over it.  I turned towards him.

"I wonder of I might have another towel.  Someone accidentally took mine
from the sauna".  He stared at me, at my face then to my still swolen but
flacid cock, then turned and retrieved another towel.

I took it with a "Thank you" and headed off towards the swim changing
rooms.


Once dressed, I returned to the bar, to find my 'Dom friend' there, as he
had been earlier.  He motioned me to join him and ordered a beer for me.
We just sat there and chatted, until he said at one point

"Stand up" Quite automatically I did as I was told.  His hand went straight
to my jeans covered ass, and squeezed firmly.

We spend an hour like that.  Chatting about inconsequential things, and his
hand moving over my cock and bottom as he wished, until he announced that
he was going to bed, and left me there.


In my room later, I masturbated myself to a wonderful orgasm, thinking of
my wantoness, of my nudity, and exhibitionism, promising myself that this
would not be the last time...


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